At some point in the night, Flash had woken to find Celestia and Steph having sex again. This time Steph was behind his mommy, but the surprising thing for Flash was she didn't let go of him. She clung to him, held him against herself like a skirted teddy bear.

Steph finished, but Flash was aware his mommy hadn't. He was almost ready to ask about it when Steph scooted down the bed and, pulling Celestia to her back, brought his head up between Flash's mommy's legs.

Celestia still didn't let go of Flash. Not as she moaned and not as she climaxed. It felt special—Flash felt special—to be used for comfort. He blushed way too much, but even after his mommy calmed down again, he was there to keep her company.

Closing his eyes, Flash drifted off to wonderful dreams again—dreams where he was cuddling his mommy.

Flash slipped out of Celestia's embrace and out of the bed completely early in the morning. Slipping to the kitchen, he had to struggle not to skip through the house in his rush to make breakfast for his mommy and her boyfriend.

Checking the fridge, he was pleased to see he had all the makings for a wonderful start to the day. Not fifteen minutes later he walked back to his mommy's room with a tray. When he opened the door, it was to find his mommy on all fours on the bed with Stephan behind her. Flash stared for a moment, the tightness of his cage returning full force.

He stood there, waiting and watching. He listened to the sounds, he smelled the aroma of semen, sweat, and more that amounted to the scent of sex. Flash endured it until both had reached climax and started coming down again before stepping forward. "Hungry?"

Steph looked at Flash, the big guy's eyes seeming unfocused at first, but then he narrowed them and laughed. "Really are the most accommodatin' little thing." Manhandling Celestia as he withdrew, Steph knelt over her. "Put the tray here, little miss."

Doing as instructed, Flash put the tray over his mommy's tummy. His eyes trailed up to Celestia's face and their gazes met. She looked so happy. "I hope you like eggs Benedict." He knew Celestia enjoyed them, and by the way Steph picked up a knife and fork from the plate, Flash was pretty sure he liked them too—though he was amused when Steph fed the first bite to Celestia. "Would you like a drink each?"

"A coffee for me, thank ya," Steph said.

Celestia, chewing away, looked up at Flash and raised an eyebrow.

"Of course. Coffee and tea coming right up." Flash spun around, feeling light and happy, and made his way back to the kitchen. He found himself floating on cloud nine when he took them in their drinks.

"Fleur, right?" Steph asked. When Flash nodded, the guy's face lit up into a smile. "Well, I might need another clean up. Try to take it easy, though, I don't think this here mare is up for any more saddle time."

Blinking in surprise, Flash moved quickly and knelt by the side of the bed—anticipation building. A stray thought asked Why are you anticipating this? Flash shoved it away with the same strength he used on the memory of a girl who'd caught him masturbating to his fantasies in the locker room at high school. He did it because he liked how happy it made people. He did it because he liked how it made him feel. Ultimately, though, he did it because doing it was fun.

"She's awfully eager," Steph said.

Celestia watched, her eyes glittering with delight at Flash's enthusiasm. "Oh, once she finds something she likes doing—like cleaning—we find she usually takes every opportunity to do it."

Positioning himself on the edge of the bed, Steph reached out a hand to cup Flash's cheek. "Well? Do you like cleaning?"

Blushing like a virgin, Flash nodded and let Steph guide him down to his prize. Kneeling beside the bed, wearing his cleaning clothes, Flash fluttered his eyelashes as he sank down Steph's shaft.

The big hunk, Flash realized, was doing his darnedest to make Flash feel like a girl. He guided Flash like an inexperienced first-timer, he petted Flash's head when it all came together—and he ended things way too quickly for Flash's desire.

"Just a cleanin', this time." Steph stood up and started looking for his clothes, leaving Flash with another mouthful of that essence of sex. "Next weekend?" Steph asked.

Celestia's eyes were locked on Flash, though, and his on hers too. "We'll see. How long are you in town?" Reaching out to Flash, Celestia took the boi's hand and drew him up onto the bed.

Wrapped again in a hug, feeling like nothing so much as a big teddy bear, Flash nuzzled against the underside of Celestia's breasts.

"I've got two more shows. Maybe you could bring your little maid along?"

Flash couldn't see Steph, but he heard the fly of a pair of jeans fastening. Tilting his head, he managed to look back at the guy. A warm smile and a nod was his last sight of him.

"I don't think she'd be that interested in your work, Steph. But we'll see. I hope you have a lovely day." Still laying naked on the bed, Celestia was using Flash to hide herself—at least from her tummy down.

Steph left, which meant that Flash had Celestia all to himself. Though, he was pretty sure it was the other away around. Despite having a now deep-seated urge to go and clean the house, Flash felt entirely unwilling to leave Celestia's embrace. The closeness and warmth defeating even his best work ethics without any challenge.

"That was a lot of fun. Fleur." Squeezing Flash, Celestia let out a satisfied and joyous sigh. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

At first all Flash could do was nod, the feel of Celestia's breasts against the top of his head and her tender belly on his cheek providing too much pure happiness to be able to focus on words. But eventually he managed to say, "I did."

"I was a little hesitant. Steph is such a big softy that I wasn't sure he could even be that forward with you. He promised he'd respect you and your wishes." Gently brushing the back of Flash's head, Celestia played with his hair—letting it gather up and trail between her fingers.

Squirming just a little, Flash sighed. "He was—He seemed intimidating, but then he said some things that you might have told him. He made sure I knew he knew my safe word. I could relax and enjoy everything more after that."

"Was he the first man you've been with?"

Halfway to saying yes, Flash's mind recalled the one guy-crush he'd had in high school. "Yes."

"From that little sigh, Fleur, am I to believe you have had a thing for someone before? A male someone?"

Flash squirmed a little. It wasn't easy to remember a love he'd lost before he'd even found it. He certainly couldn't say it out loud. He nodded.

"Someone I'd know?"

Another nod.

"Was he cute?"

Flash let out a little eep of surprise at the question and nodded. He wanted to hide, but though Celestia's chest offered great stealth when he was below it, she had her arms around him still. It was one of his most guarded secrets in high school, but he was never going to feel as safe as he was now. "Thunderbass."

"He was very sure of himself, if I remember rightly. Tall, strong, and very dedicated to his bandmates and friends." Tracing one hand down from Flash's hair to his mouth, Celestia ran a finger down his nose and to his lips. "Thank you for trusting me, Fleur."

Flash blushed crimson and kissed the offered finger. "I love you, mommy."

Unaware of when he'd drifted off, Flash woke in the huge, soft bed of his own. The covers were like clouds and the mattress under him was so soft he lived in constant fear of falling into it and never being able to climb out—though part of him almost hoped to be trapped in such a place.

He couldn't stay in bed all day, though, and eventually tried to squirm out—only to find the covers had been tucked down carefully to make movement difficult. In all, the comfort of the bed and the tight covers made the struggle more fun, until eventually he'd pulled up some of the tucked cover and wiggled free.

Dropping to his feet on the floor, Flash could smell something absolutely delicious cooking, but he couldn't go out wearing his nightie and panties. Slipping out of the loose shirt that hung down his thighs like a dress, Flash froze at the sight of himself in the mirror.

It hadn't occurred to him that he hadn't been wearing a nightie when he was cuddled up with Celestia—nor was he wearing those panties. Breath coming a little faster, he carefully pulled forward at the waistband of the panties to look inside and saw a large pad there, only a little puffy, with a big sun motif.

"Is this one of Mommy's—" Releasing the band, Flash noticed the crimson blush on his cheeks in the mirror despite his eyes being constantly drawn to the light-blue panties that bore a little fairy on the front.

The smell from the kitchen again intruded, but only enough to break Flash's surprise. He could have slipped some sweatpants and a shirt on, then rushed out to eat—but Flash had learned things from his friends. It was Rainbow's tomboyish training and Rarity's insistence on always looking one's best that made Flash walk to his wardrobe and lift out a matching bra for his panties and a light sundress.

He put the bra on, carefully stuffing it to within an inch of its life, slipped the sapphire-colored sundress over his head and shimmied to get it over him. In the mirror he saw that a hint of his packing was showing around his bra, so he spent a few moments obsessing over that until it remained hidden.

Next was his shoes. He took a pair of yellow—his skin tone—socks from the drawer and pulled them up to his ankles, then approached the closet once more and opened the cupboard where his shoes would be—only to find a new pair in there.

The heels were an inch more lift than anything else he'd worn, but by now he was used to a little height. They were a perfect fit, of course, but he had to remove the socks. Doing so, he pulled the shoes on while he sat on the bed and then, with his feet pulled into the shape the shoes defined, he set them on the floor and stood up.

His new shoes proved a bit more wobbly than he'd initially thought, but Flash was nothing if not determined—after all, his mommy had gotten them for him.

Walking around the room, he felt the shoes forcing him to move more while wearing them, his hips fighting to keep up with the heel-to-toe click of the shoes. Satisfied he wasn't going to make a fool of himself, he sat down in front of his makeup desk.

Just being around the house demanded simple. He added a light foundation, a little blush, and just a simple eye shadow that matched his dress and eyes, though a shade lighter than the latter. Last was some lip gloss and he judged himself both pretty and casual.

The last thing Flash did was to pull his hair back and over his shoulders. It hung nicely, now, though he was due for another style—his bangs were becoming a little abundant. A quick brushing and he judged his hair neat enough.

Walking down the hall to the kitchen, Flash focused on keeping his feet moving right and let his body follow suit. Entering the kitchen, he spotted Celestia simmering a red sauce on the stove while some water boiled in a pot beside it. "That smells good."

"Before I had a live-in maid, I had to at least cook one meal a day." Turning her head from watching the sauce simmer, Celestia froze and stared at Flash. "That looks fabulous on you! Oh, you found your new shoes? I thought it would be a good idea to build you up to something taller."

"I like them, but I'll need to wear them in to get used to them. I haven't tripped yet, though." Confidence in himself was always a surprise to Flash, but the more he'd given-in to his indulgences, the more it had come. "Will you be serving me for a change, Mommy?"

When Flash called her mommy, Celestia didn't just smile—she glowed. "My precious little darling, of course I can. Feeling hungry?"

Flash blushed crimson remembering what he'd eaten the previous night. Trying his best to stop, he just nodded."

"Well, I'll put in a little extra pasta." At that, Celestia put the pasta in the boiling water and, in no time at all, had two bowls of pasta made up and on the table. "I need to go out for some business later on. Did you want to call Rainbow and see if she wanted a friend over?"

Using his fork, Flash speared some of the pasta and blew on it to cool it off before it would burn his lips. "That would be nice. I—Well, I guess I have something to talk about."

The rest of the lunch went by with minor talk, clothes, makeup, and shoes were all discussed and commented on. By the end of it, though, Flash could no longer taste the lip gloss on his lips. "I'll call Rainbow and get ready."

"Sticking with the heels?" Celestia asked, collecting the plates and giving Flash a day off from his normal duties.

"I'm not going to get used to them if I don't wear them." Flash twirled on his heel—causing his skirt to lift a little as it twirled—and marched confidently back to his room. When he got there, he looked around for his phone.

Sitting at his makeup table, he typed in a message for Rainbow, asking if she'd be okay with him coming to hang out. Seconds later he got a reply that was a thumbs-up. Less than half hour later—after swapping his pink lip gloss for a blue one—Flash was climbing out of Celestia's car and getting a kiss on his cheek from his mommy. "I promise I'll be good."

"Don't say that. Just promise you'll have fun." Celestia drove off before Flash could formulate a reply.

Turning, he took a step onto the grass and almost fell over. His heel had sunk into the ground and he'd barely noticed. "Okay, grass is a bad idea. Back to the footpath." Stepping back carefully, he regained solid footing and made his way along the garden path to the front door of Rainbow's house.

"It's open, Fleur!"

Rainbow's shout from inside startled Flash. He reached out and checked the door and sure enough it was open. Stepping inside, he saw Rainbow in boxer shorts and a sleeveless shirt, watching a movie. He rolled his eyes. "Rainbow, you can't sit around dressed like that!"

"Can and I will. Mistress said it was a relaxation day for me, since—Hey!" Rainbow started resisting Flash's efforts to pull her upright. "What are you doing?"

"I'm your fairy godmother!" Flash started giggling, unable to help himself. "And I'm going to make you presentable for the ball!"

There was a moment when Rainbow could have struggled and put her foot down. Rather than do that to Flash, though, she let herself be dragged to her own bedroom. "But it's my day ooooofffff!"

"That's no excuse not to dress ladylike." Flash, in his role as female corrupting influence, grabbed Rainbow's shirt and pulled it off over her head. He completely ignored her lack of modesty. "Something pretty is needed. What if Mistress Sweet came to smooch her plaything and found you lounging around as you were?"

"'Mistress Sweet'?" Rainbow asked.

"You don't call your dommy girlfriend mistress?"

". . ." Rainbow sighed and slumped her shoulders. "Okay, so what if I do?"

"Well, you don't want to disappoint her, right?" Flash walked into Rainbow's wardrobe and started looking around with a critical eye. "What did you do with that white dress Rarity made for you?"

"It makes me look fat, Fleur." Rainbow stood up. "What color underthings do you want me in?"

"If I can find that dress, white. You're going to look pure and wholesome for your mistress." Hearing Rainbow moving about, flash glanced back to make sure she wasn't putting the shirt back on—only to see her wearing not a stitch with her back to him.

The sight, Flash realized, didn't actually mean all that much to him. He was her friend and definitely not into her. "Not wearing the belt today?"

"You looked?"

"It's just us girls here, Rainbow."

"Sour took it away from me. She promised me something as a surprise if I let her have it. Is it wrong that I don't feel complete without it?"

Rainbow, at least to Flash, had sounded insecure. "You like wearing chastity belts. I like wearing pretty panties and letting my hair down." Flash shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, and I gave my first blowjob last night."

"You what?!"

"Wait, it might be more." Flash deliberately ignored Rainbow's question, having fun with this revelation while also thinking back to the fantastic night. "Does it count as a blowjob if all I did was clean him up for more sex? Does the guy need to cum for it to be a blow—Hey!"

She'd moved faster than humanly possible—faster than Flash had been able to think. With a big grin, Rainbow asked, "You. What?"

Rainbow's giggle, however, was contagious to Flash. "Mommy had a friend around and he was soooo dreamy!"

"Fleur, I thought you were str—uh, a lesbian. You know, into girls. You like guys?"

It was a good question, and one Flash would never have admitted to before, but Rainbow was his best friend. "K-Kinda. Since high school I always—"

"Huh." Turning around and marching back to the closet, Rainbow went back to hunting for the right underwear in the dresser. "So, was it fun?"

Flash advanced on the closet again and looked back over his shoulder. "Rainbow, it was the most amazing night of my life. He was so—so strong. So masculine." He sighed, putting his most feminine notes into it. "Mommy was very happy too. I was a good maid and waited for them to ask me to help clean—clean him—then Mommy wanted to hug me while she slept."

"So… Oh, come on. Tell me about him!" Rainbow was bouncing on the bed, her interest feeding off Flash's obvious excitement.

Closing his eyes, Flash thought back to Steph. "Tall. Assertive—but gentle. When he smiled, I wanted to smile—no, I wanted to be the reason he smiled. He was like an angel." With a wistful sigh, Flash opened his eyes and hoped for the impossibility of seeing Steph in front of him. Lifting his hands up, he made a circle with his thumbs and forefingers. "Also, about this. What's that size, a large Red Bull? Monster?"

Blinking away her surprise, Rainbow smirked at the boi before her describing his night. "You lucky hussy. You know, I'd never have picked you losing yourself over a guy. So, who'd you have a crush on in school?" Rainbow asked. "It wasn't Sandalwood, right? He was totally into Microchips, and I think I heard they got married not long ago."

"Really?" Flash asked, still hunting for the dress he remembered. "I remember people talking about them a bit. I—I couldn't come out then."

"Fleur!" Rainbow was giggling again, also occasionally snorting in her efforts to hold back a full laugh. "You're literally in the closet right now!"

Ignoring Rainbow's giggles, Flash had spotted what he wanted. "Found it! Wow, you have a lot of big dresses. Was Rarity crushing on you or something?"

"Rarity has crushed on everyone, Fleur. I remember when she slipped a red scarf into Sunset's laundry to teach her a lesson for hurting my Flash." Rainbow had located the underwear Flash had asked her to and was, presently, packing out the bra.

"Huh." It genuinely surprised Flash that it'd happened, but more-so that he hadn't noticed it. "I found your dress." Flash caught Rainbow staring at it. "I don't think it would make you look fat."

"It just—" Rainbow reached out and took the dress. "She made it for me when I was even flatter, you know? Now, if I wear it, it feels tight in—in a lot of places. Also, nice topic change."

"Huh?" Turning and sitting on the bed, Flash looked meaningfully at Rainbow, then the dress, then Rainbow again.

"I thought you changed the topic." When Rainbow scowled a little, Flash raised his hands. "Alright, alright. Thunderbass."

"Really?"

Flash was looking at Rainbow shimmying into the dress, but he wasn't actually seeing her. He sighed. "Yeah. He just—Whenever I saw him with a girl, he was really forward."

"Some girls are really into that, you know? Like, uh, like me I guess. Though not with guys." Rainbow got the dress over her hips with much struggle. "You too?"

Thinking about it, Flash realized that with the women he was living with there was only one answer. "Yeah."

"Can you help me with the buttons on the back of this?" Rainbow turned her back to Flash. When he stood up and started working on them, she adjusted her chest to fit the tight confines of the outfit. "You should have told him."

"I couldn't! I was with Sunset, and then…"

"And then what?" Turning once he was finished buttoning her up, Rainbow let the dress billow out around her. "Huh, it's a bit tight, but it fits me still."

Shaking his head to clear it of the conversation, Flash leaned back and looked at Rainbow. "It looks good on you."

"But I look—"

"No, you don't. Rainbow, you could never, ever look fat. Here, where's your phone?" Flash got up and looked around, spotting the device on the dresser. Walking over, he picked it up and punched in Rainbow's unlock code. "Hey, you changed your unlock code."

"Ugh. I wonder why?" Holding out her hand, Rainbow waited for Flash to pass her the phone to unlock it. She passed it back. "Why did you want it?"

Starting the camera app, Flash flicked through the filters until he found sparkling stars and a background that looked like a huge ballroom. "Come on, Rainbow, give me a pose!"

"What I—" Rainbow blinked as her phone made the I took a picture noise. "Hey, come on—" By the third note of the camera, she'd given up arguing. By the fourth she started posing. "You're sending these to Sour?"

"Of course. You think I'd send them to Luna?" Smirking as he watched Rainbow get even more provocative with her poses, Flash made sure to catch the right angles when she was aiming to give glimpses of her underthings. "Now let's pick the best ones to send."

"And the right message." Rainbow was flushed in a way that had nothing to do with exerting herself. "Please tell me you got the one where I showed my panties?"

Flash giggled and thumbed through the pictures until he showed her how he'd gotten the perfect upward angle. "You want to send her that one?"

Rainbow bit her lip and nodded. "What are you going to caption it with?"

Your girl is showing me a good time.

Holding up the phone, showing the caption, Flash hit send just as Rainbow's eyes registered shock. "Should I send more?" he asked. "I think I should send more. Lay back on the bed and look down at me like the camera is Sour."

For a moment Rainbow just stared at him, but then she climbed up on her bed and crawled along, prowling on her hands and knees and looking back at Flash. When her dress caught under one knee, though, she toppled over and landed on her back, flailing and half tied up in her skirts.

"Perfect!" Flash didn't stop taking pictures. He'd just sent one of Rainbow messy and on her back when Sour replied.

Fleur, that better be you.

Also, hot!

"What'd she say?" Rainbow crawled back down the bed to check her phone, only to get further pictures taken of her. "Fleur!"

Giggling like a fiend, Flash took as many pictures as he could until Rainbow finally got the phone out of his hands. "She liked it, I think."

As Rainbow started flicking through all the pictures, she blushed more and more. "I can't believe you sent these to Sour." Her tone was that of joyful exasperation rather than actually accusatory.

"Yeah, right. You wouldn't have posed for them if you didn't want me to send them to her." Flopping on the bed and laying back, Flash closed his eyes. "I wish I could go back to high school and convince myself to be who I now am. I was so confused."

The first Flash knew of Rainbow's intent was the sound of her camera cycling again. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Taking a photo of one of the most inspirational people I know. That way I can remind myself, when I couldn't be bothered to dress up pretty, why I should."

"At least wait until I'm not a mess laying on the bed." Flash sat up, trying to ignore the compliment because he had no idea what to do with it. "Oh, we need to do your makeup."

"And hair. If we're going this far, we need to go all the way." Rainbow typed something into her phone, locked it, and tossed it onto her bed. "I think my hair should be up for this. What do you think?"

Flash gladly engaged in the age-old custom of discussing women's fashion and styles with Rainbow, bubbly and happy to just be able to relax and be Fleur. He did Rainbow's makeup, then Rainbow did his. They did the same with their hair and were just finishing up and wondering what to do next when they both heard the front door open.

"Sour's the only one with a key apart from me, Fleur. Relax." Rainbow put her arm around Flash's shoulders. "We're in my bedroom!"

"What could you two possibly get up to in your bed—room." The look of stunned surprise on Sour's face told Flash and Rainbow that their work had not been in vain. "Fl-Fleur, did you do this to my Rainy?"

"We had some fun." It was all Flash could think of to say that wouldn't throw Rainbow under a bus for how she'd been earlier. "It's missing something, though." Walking over to Sour, invading her space and leaning in to cup his hand to her ear, he whispered, "She really wants her chastity belt back."

"Oh, for sure. I know all about that. I have it under control." Sour Sweet gave Flash a careful pat on the head. "Sooooo. Who wants to watch a movie?"

Having spent most of the day watching TV with Rainbow and Sour, Flash was floating around the kitchen as he prepared dinner for Luna, Celestia, and himself. "It was a lot of fun."

"I'm glad to hear it." Luna had, of course, just asked him how his day had been.

"Luna, dear, I think it's your turn to play with Flash tomorrow, isn't it?" Celestia asked, having spent the last half hour gazing at the oven and the cake within. When Flash lifted it out to cool, her focus had shifted to the bench.

Well aware of his mommy's fixation and enjoyment of cake, Flash had prepared a lot of her favorite toppings for the cake—but he had to let it cool before he could dress it. "It is?"

Luna ignored her sister and smiled at Flash. "I have a new present for you, Fleurette, but it can wait until after lunch tomorrow."

It was a tease and Flash knew it. She wouldn't lie about having a present, of course, but now he'd be spending a whole night and half a day anticipating it. He dished out a portion of the stir-fry he'd made into each of three bowls, added some rice to three others, and began ferrying the dinner to the table.

"You'll spoil her, Luna." Displaying a herculean force of willpower, Celestia turned her gaze from the cake to the bowls Flash set before her. "This smells wonderful."

"Thanks! I got the recipe online and wanted to try it out." Careful of his dress, Flash sat down at the table and produced a bib for himself so as to not ruin his clothes.

"Sister," Luna said as she started loading her fork," it is literally impossible to spoil this precious little angel. We both know she deserves everything we can arrange for her."

Savoring her food, Celestia nodded to that. When she could talk again, she said, "You have a point. This is delicious, Fleur-dear."

The praise from his mommy and his dommy had Flash squirming a little in pure delight. He loved that in little ways he cared for Celestia and Luna just as much as they took care of him. "Thank you, Mommy."

"I believe my sister has something to tell you, as well," Luna said.

"Oh, you're right. How about we go out to a restaurant on Saturday? I was thinking a nice relaxing meal, just the three of us, where you don't have to cook." She looked pointedly at Flash.

The way Celestia had spoken, Flash knew it would take his safeword to say no to this—not that he intended to. "Are—Are you sure you wouldn't rather take someone like Steph?"

"No, Fleur. No I wouldn't. You're my important little darling and you deserve some more time in public to shine."

Celestia's answer made Flash gulp a little. It was almost like she had something planned. "O-Okay. In that case, I would love to go out and have dinner."

"Perfect. With that settled, I believe Luna has a day planned for you and I have meetings to attend. Anyone would think, as principal of a large school, I have work responsibilities." Celestia let loose a soft giggle.

The sound of his mommy so happy made Flash's legs wobble like jello. For the rest of the meal he imagined all the boring things she'd be up to while he and Luna had fun.

Fun. Flash would never have dreamed of all the things he found fun now, as opposed to when he was in school. Fun, he'd found out, consisted of an elaborate give and take of what you and your intimate partners enjoy. Luna's games would be considered by some to be elaborate torture—but he felt his cage tighten just thinking of what she would get up to tomorrow.

When dinner was complete, Flash had worked himself up into quite a state. He could feel the clinging, tightness as an ever-present companion while he washed up the dishes and tried to stop grinding his legs together.

He was just finishing up and drying off his hands when a pair of midnight blue arms draped over his shoulders and down his front. The press of Luna's chest to the back of his head made him squirm just a little.

"Any requests for tomorrow?" Luna asked.

The warm, rich tone of her voice—almost a purr—sent a happy jolt of ASMR from where her breasts touched his scalp, all the way down his spine to his tailbone. Flash let out an audible sigh of pure joy, barely able to think for a few moments. When his thoughts finally collided, he whispered, "Anything you wish, Mistress."

Kissing the top of Flash's head, Luna seemed well aware of the effect she was having on him. "A good answer, Fleurette. Maybe you should sleep on it, though."

When she let go, and delivered a sharp swat to Flash's rump, Flash took off at a run for the bathroom. He only managed to stop squealing when he hid behind the bathroom door and, with his heart pounding in both excitement and anticipation, he proceeded to undress and get himself ready for bed.

With a fresh pair of panties on, and an overnight pad to keep him dry should any naughty dreams intrude on his night, Flash climbed into bed and let the surrounding softness of high thread-count sheets lull him off to sleep.

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