Fleurette was back in high school, in her final year. It was an otherwise normal day of school with a home ec' class as her final one of the day. She honestly enjoyed the class, mostly because she could pretend she was moved out of her parents' home and living with her boyfriend—cooking and cleaning for him, among other things.

She had band practice after class, which is when she got to spend some quality time with him. Walking in the door of the music room, Fleur had a brief flash of a redhead woman who she'd had a thing for, but then he was there.

He was tall, his jaw at her nose height. Blue hair that always managed to look a little messy no matter how much was done to it. He had a black shirt on with a red tie today, and Fleur knew it was his lucky shirt and tie he'd gotten from a concert they'd gone to. He already had his bass guitar slung over one shoulder and his eyes settled on Fleur the moment she entered the room.

The gaze was intoxicating. Fleur barely managed to slip in the door and get it closed behind her before her heart started to speed up. Biting her lower lip, she walked over to where her guitar was in its case and pulled it out.

The red guitar—it was her baby. It had cost her almost nothing since she'd had to repair it after someone tried a mashup of two guitar styles, but it always felt right to her. Pulling a pick from the strap that slung over her shoulder, she started checking the strings as she walked over to him. "Hey, Thunder."

Thunderbass' reply was to start playing a deep, thrumming bass tune that had her rushing to plug in. The music danced from her fingers as she began playing along. The music rose and fell in great waves and, at some moment, they started kissing.

The guitars were gone but the music stayed—notes rallying both of them before, somehow, they were naked together. Tightness. Wetness. Gushing.

Flash woke up from the dream, his heart racing and his hips—his hips were shoved back into the soft covers, but it was the draining sensation of climax-in-a-dream that had his full attention. He lay there, as if a paralysis demon were smothering him, as his body gave into its basest urge.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he could do nothing but let it all out as the memories of the dream swam in his head. Imagining, one last time, Thunderbass naked before him was what got the last little, weak, hump from his hips.

Embarrassing as it was to have such a dream, Flash knew he'd have to get up and take care of the mess before anyone found him. Struggling, he worked the covers back and slipped out. Walking across the room, on his way to the bathroom, Flash felt himself moving like he had in that dream. When he got safely in the bathroom and closed the door, he let out a sigh of relief.

Lowering his panties, Flash stepped out of them and tried his best to ignore the smell. Wrapping up the pad, he disposed of it in a little baggie in the bin. Next he took a quick shower to wash himself off and clean his cage.

Refreshed, and no longer feeling messy, Flash added a new pad to his panties and pulled them back on. Making his way back to his bedroom, he froze a few steps in. His bed was fully made and, in the middle of the covers, a little black collar sat.

Walking over to the bed, Flash lifted the collar to inspect it. Pure black, made of lace and ribbon, it had a little clasp on the back with a silver half moon on it. Opening it, he drew it around his throat and fastened it on.

The collar wasn't tight, but neither was it loose. Just snug enough to sit in place. Looking at himself in the mirror, Flash couldn't help but smile at it—until he remembered that he'd been trying to sneak around without anyone noticing.

He knew for a fact Luna would pick out more things for him if she had something specific in mind, so he put on his work dress, shoes, and only minimal makeup. Heading out, he made his way to the kitchen to start making breakfast.

It would be the most important meal for his mommy and his dommy. Each would need fuel to start their day and carry them through to whenever they'd manage to stop for lunch.

Luna was the first to walk into the kitchen. She was wearing a dark blue pencil skirt, a white shirt that sparkled with silver highlights in the weave, and she had her hair tied back and spilling down toward her rump. When she looked at Flash and saw him cooking breakfast, she smirked. "Good morning, Fleur. Did you have a nice sleep?"

Turning to face her, Flash could practically hear her shouting at him that she knew he'd had to shower because he'd made a big mess in his panties. "Y-Yes, Mistress." Being the day of their fun, he started out properly addressing her. "I hope I didn't disturb you when I got up early?"

"No. I was already planning things out. You could say I've been a little eager for today, Fleur." Sitting down at the table, Luna eyed what Flash was cooking. "Eggs Benedict?"

"Mmhmm!" Flash's voice rose an octave to deliver the acknowledgment at an appropriate pitch. "With all the work ahead today, I'm sure all of us need something to keep us going until lunch."

"Good foresight, Fleur." Luna's eyes seemed glued to Flash, no matter where he moved in the kitchen.

Lifting the muffins from the pan where he was toasting them, Flash prepared the first plate. Humming away happily, he dusted on a little paprika and chili powder on top before delivering Luna's breakfast to the table. "Here you go." Sliding the plate onto the table, Flash set a mug of coffee down with his other hand.

Leaning forward over the coffee, Luna inhaled it and let out a half-groan half-sigh. "You are an angel, Fleur. Thank you."

Clutching each side of his dress, Flash dipped into a curtsy and nodded his head. "You're welcome. Is Mommy awake yet?"

"She'll be a little longer. When I got out of the shower, she was barely waking up." With some coffee, Luna had started on her breakfast. She paused after her first mouthful to say, "This is delicious, Fleur, thank you."

Given how long Flash knew his Mommy liked to spend on her hair, Flash served his own breakfast and sat down at the table. "Thank you."

"Did you think about my question last night?"

Flash froze mid-chew. Slowly resuming his eating, he swallowed the bite of muffin, bacon, and egg before slowly nodding.

"Do you have an answer for me?" Luna's tone had grown playful and curious.

Honesty was important. Flash knew that if he and Luna were both going to have the most amount of fun, they had to be honest with each other. "I had a dream about—" He stopped to eat some more of his breakfast and steady his nerves. "I dreamed I was a girl and I had a boyfriend and we—The dream ended."

"Hrmm." Luna sipped her coffee, paused and then sipped it some more. "So my little Fleur would like to be treated more like a girl?" Luna's smile stretched a little wider. "Or like a girlfriend?"

There was the honesty requirement again. Flash took a deep breath. "The latter."

"You're such a good girl, Fleur. I'm sure we'll have so much more fun now." Luna retreated into silence as she continued to eat her breakfast, leaving Flash to wonder how the request would be used.

He was just finishing his own breakfast when Celestia walked in. She had her business suit on and looked the picture of professional modern woman—so much so that Flash wanted to race over and get something graded by her. Then he realized he had something.

"Good morning, Mommy!" Flash jumped to his feet and danced over to the bench where he quickly assembled the last of the breakfast on a plate for Celestia. Bringing it over to her, he set it and a cup of tea down on the table before her.

Looking up at Flash's face, then back down to the meal, Celestia let out a happy sigh. "Fleur, dear, please kneel down beside me."

It wasn't anything she'd asked Flash to do before. For a moment he felt a little shocked at the directness, but still did exactly what she asked and slipped down to his knees beside her. Carefully smoothing out his skirts and ensuring he wasn't ruining the fold of them, he started to look back up—only to feel her hand on his head.

"Good girl, Fleur."

Flash squirmed. If asked, it would have been impossible for him to describe the feeling of completeness that the head-pat and words filled him with. He let out a squeak of glee and leaned sideways against the seat and his mommy.

She didn't pat his head constantly, but throughout her breakfast Flash's mommy would give him a pat or tell him how delicious it was. It was a different kind of doting than he normally got, but it was better than being given a passing grade would have been.

"You two will be okay here all alone together?" Celestia asked.

Having located a second cup of coffee, Luna nodded in reply. "I'm sure we can manage."

A shiver of anticipation ran down Flash's back. As Celestia made him feel like a pure and innocent girl, Luna made sure he knew how much he wanted her to inflict pleasure upon him. He liked that. He liked that—a lot. Nodding in agreement, he gave his mommy a big smile.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. Wish me luck—I don't know how I'll manage to survive this year's preparations. You saw the new requirements for admittance? How am I supposed to work around those?" Standing up, Celestia gave Flash one more pat on the head and a rub down to the back of his neck.

Leaning into the touch, Flash let out a little whine when his hand inevitably left him. Looking up, he saw a fierce battle going on behind his mommy's eyes. She loved her work, he knew, but sometimes she would be like this—conflicted and tempted to stay with him.

"Fleur is mine today, sister." Luna's voice was firm, perhaps even stern.

It seemed enough to break the spell Celestia was under, though. She sighed and had to look away. "I know, but when she looks up at me like that, everything else in the world loses meaning and I just—I'd give up everything to be with her."

Luna let out a bark of laughter. "Sister, on this I cannot find fault in you without making myself a hypocrite. I do promise I'll keep her in one piece for you."

Looking at him like she wanted to fight more, Celestia let out a whine and closed her eyes. "One day I will wrap you up in the softest things and keep you by my side for a whole year. We'll do nothing but cuddle and snuggle and I'll make you so relaxed you'll sleep like a cat." She took a deep breath. "But not today, sweetie. Be good!"

Flash's heart thudded in his chest as Celestia walked out of the house. The regret she'd voiced for leaving him had been heartfelt and touching. He turned to look back at Luna and caught her smile. "When will we be starting, Mistress?"

"You can either do your chores before or after, Fleur."

The tone of her voice was rich with promises of things that made Flash want to squirm and writhe. "I—I'll do them first. Something tells me I won't be able to walk so good afterward."

She looked like the cat that'd eaten the canary. Flash was adamant that the expression suited her. "Then you'd best ensure your work is done quickly. I have a plan and, if you take too long, I might have to go a little faster than your normal pace."

Taking a slow breath and counting to ten, Flash nodded to Luna and started collecting the breakfast plates to clean. His chores were something he'd planned out. Consistent and compartmentalized cleaning that would ensure that the whole house would stay neat.

It was a floors day, which meant vacuuming throughout, which took an hour and a half. After he was done vacuuming, he mopped the floors in the kitchen and bathrooms. Then at last he sprayed some deodorizer around to give the whole house a lemony-fresh scent.

Being just an hour before lunch by the time he was done, Flash made his way through to the kitchen again to start preparing something for him and Luna. He knew, from experience, they would need something with plenty of energy.

He cut up vegetables, putting them in a pot over moderate heat. While he waited, stirring them, he felt something press to his back. Not something, he realized, someone. Luna's arms circled him, one around his tummy and the other higher, a single hand gripping over the cup of his bra and squeezing the padding under it. "Something hot for lunch?"

"A quick stew." Flash wiggled a little in Luna's grip, daring her to secure him more firmly. When the eventual squeeze came, he let out a happy and girlish sigh and stilled for her—at least for a moment.

Luna didn't stop squeezing, tugging, and generally making Flash shift in her grip. "And after that? Are your chores done?"

Feeling her hand leave his stomach, Flash only had a moment before it reached down to his thigh, squeezing the muscle there through his dress before shifting slightly, seeking toward the inner, more sensitive flesh. "Y-Yes! Once I've washed the dishes, at least."

Merely letting him get back to cooking was one of Luna's plans, or so it seemed to Flash. Every movement he made he had to telegraph so Luna could move with him, her hands seeking out places to squeeze or stroke. It felt more like dancing than it did cooking or foreplay, but Flash knew it was all three.

What was just a tiny bit rankling to him was that he had to lead. "I need to teach you to cook," Flash said.

"Oh?" Luna asked, surprised at the non-sequitur evident in her tone.

"That way you can lead."

Luna laughed, a single peal of joy that pressed her chest firmly into Flash's neck. It was such a wonderful position to be in that he slowed down on his stirring. "Oh, Fleur, you are such a delight. For this you can lead, but I think I'll take over for the rest of the day."

"This won't be too much longer, Mistress." The word, spoken as was Luna's due, filled Flash with delight. As yet it was still just symbolic, but when things started that would be her role and name. She didn't leave him, though, continuing to move with him, to hug and grope him, and leaving him aching all over to have more. Finally, he fetched some bowls and ladled the stew into each and then put the remainder into the slow cooker and set it to low.

Luna moved with him, always touching him, always holding him, even as he carried the two bowls to the table. She only let go of him to sit in her own seat and eat—in silence—with him.

When they were both done, Flash stood up and collected the bowls, only to almost drop them when Luna goosed him on the rear. "Mistress!"

He washed the bowls and, together, they walked down to Luna's bedroom. The light, Flash knew, was always dimmer in there. He had no idea how she did it, but there was always a sense of evening—just after dusk when shadows got long and the last rays of the sun lost their fight with the horizon and dropped the world into a time of magic.

As he stepped past the threshold, Flash could feel Luna just behind him. There was no established routine. There were no immutable laws or rules—except one. "Where do you want me, Mistress?" His mistress was always in control.

When there was no answer, Flash started to turn only to see Luna advancing on him like a predator. Darkness seemed to wrap around her like a cloak, and when she grabbed Flash up in one arm and bent him backwards, she pressed hungry lips to his own.

Melting more and more by the moment, Flash nuzzled and smooched against Luna's advance, giving ground as well as she led him back to the bed. The kiss broke and he found himself whining a little at the loss of contact.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, Fleur. I thought I was going to expire before I got you all to myself again." Luna's hands seemed to shake as she reached the skirt she wore. Pulling the garment down and kicking it loose, she stared at Flash with an intensity that made him tremble. "Be a good girl and I'll give you something you will adore."

Nodding, Flash watched as Luna's midnight black satin panties went down before his very eyes and he was given his first look of the day at her body's most private of places. Her cleft, like her skin, was wrapped in dark shades and, as he watched, grew darker still. There was a hint of a strip just above her—a landing strip and guide all in one for the temple he was admiring.

Flash was just about to lean forward when Luna's hand reached to the back of his head, her fingers slipping through his hair to get a grip, and then he was being pulled against her and the admiration of her assets had to be done at far closer range.

"Get in there, Fleur. I know you can use those lips well. I could really use a—" Luna's voice choked as Flash pressed his tongue forward. She eased her firm grip a little to give him a little more freedom, but he still wasn't going to be looking away any time soon.

On a scale from dry to sopping, Flash put Luna at about two. Her labia were inflamed and swollen with her need, but she still needed more work before anything could go further. His mind wandered, as he started to lap and explore her body, to times in the past they'd had these games. Sometimes it had been just enough to get her off once, and then she'd sit up on the bed and use a toy to masturbate while he watched.

This—what Luna was doing to him now—definitely wasn't just watching.

Redoubling his efforts, Flash avoided her clit for now. He had been trained well enough to know when his mistress was ready for that much stimulation, and he was sure she wasn't anywhere near that yet.

Her hand jerked him forward and her hips thrust. It was a demand that Flash felt capable of fulfilling. Gone was his slow pace—his mistress wanted fast and he was going to give her fast.

Luna let out a low moan and shifted her weight from one foot to the other as Flash got to work in earnest. With the fingers dug into his hair, she slowly massaged his scalp while his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once.

Like magic, Luna's smell and taste flipped on a dime. She went from mostly dry to a torrent of fluids between one stroke of his tongue and the next. The scent, strong and musky in his nostrils, had Flash encouraged to work harder and practically wash his face with her arousal.

Flash was well acquainted with Luna's vulva. With loving attention he ran his tongue along established lines—paths he knew would raise her pleasure to heights that would test her ability to hold a note when the right moment came. Her grip on his head wasn't exactly new, but this was a little more ferocious than she normally got. Still, he liked her playing more rough than usual.

Reaching one hand out to steady himself on Luna's hip, Flash felt it was time to bring things up a notch. Ending one lick a little later than usual, he brought his tongue all the way up to her clit and curled his tongue around the tiny nub of flesh.

Completely revitalized by the new sensation, Luna shoved Flash back a little harder and forced herself to have to stand over him while he repositioned on the bed. She gave him barely a breather before pulling him back toward herself.

Every breath brought her scent to him now. His cheeks were splattered in her fluids and it was dripping down his chin. Flash didn't care about all that. His focus was entirely on his mistress and ensuring she got exactly what she wanted from him. Another curl of his tongue and another light suck of her clit earned him a throaty moan from above. Making the action into a pattern, he felt Luna's free hand now patting him on the head.

As always when Luna climaxed, she was loud about it. Howling like a banshee, Luna clutched Flash tighter and mashed her sex into his sopping wet face in what Flash could only imagine was a symbolic marking of him with her scent.

Air. Air rushed into Flash's lungs as Luna lifted the pressure on his face and allowed for a small gap between his mouth and her privates. Of course, there were heavy notes of Luna's arousal in what he managed to drag into his lungs, and though he was a man by technicality, he squirmed his legs together in girlish delight at how happy he'd made her.

Another woman, most other women, would ask Flash if he was ready to continue—Luna simply lowered herself once more and let Flash figure things out.

He'd been ready for this. Flash had been taking deep breaths, drowning himself joyously in her scent so that when she came back down, he'd have enough air to do his duty.

"There's a good girl, Fleur." Panting a little, Luna's voice lacked its normal depth due to how hard she was breathing too. "You're so good at this."

Flash redoubled his efforts to please Luna. Eating her up from beneath, bringing her to those glorious orgasms, and taking enough air to go all over again. He lost all track of time and how often he'd given her a release, but what made the moment different to all other times she'd come down was she'd caught him on an exhale. His eyes widened and he opened his fingers that had been gripping her thigh—and let go.

The reaction was instant and his trust in Luna repaid as she climbed up and off him, turning, and reached to cradle his head. "No air?"

Nodding, Flash relaxed into Luna's grip and took deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate and simply reestablish the oxygen in his system. "S-Sorry I—" He was interrupted by a kiss. Messy as he was, smelly as he was, and probably not all that pretty given how he'd been laying, his mistress kissed him.

Melting under the fierce attention, and breathing safely through his nose, Flash reached up and hugged his goddess of the moment.

The kiss lingered, and despite Flash's every desire it had to end. The moment seemed to challenge causality, though, and when he thought Luna might break off, instead she thrust her tongue into his mouth and drew a deep, hungry moan from him.

With that Luna finally broke her lips from Flash's and leaned back. "You were perfect, Fleur. I knew I could trust you to tell me when you needed a break."

"I knew you'd move when I let go." Flash's breath came fast and light for reasons that had nothing to do with lack of air. Her scents were all over him now. The subtle perfume she'd applied for their fun, her breath, and still her arousal clung to him.

"I look after my playthings, Fleur." Reaching forward with her hand, Luna cupped Flash's jaw and turned his face side to side a little. "You are a delicious little mess."

Smiling, because Flash had learned to interpret delicious as meaning a good thing, he waited while Luna climbed off the bed and stalked over to her closet. It wasn't, Flash knew, the closet where her clothes were. He did Luna's laundry, and he'd never put anything away in this closet.

From his position on the bed he watched her pull some kind of belt around her waist that had a strap that went between her legs. She grunted once or twice as she fiddled with whatever it was, and then she turned around and looked at him—sporting a strap-on that measured a good five inches if Flash was any judge.

"Is this fine for you, or would you like bigger?" Luna asked.

Flash's eyes were as wide as saucers. He tried to ask what was going to happen, but his brain was already filling in the details for him. Gulping, he made the discretionary choice. "That will be big enough, Mistress."

Sashaying over to the bed, the toy at her groin swaying in time with her hips, Luna didn't stop until she was right beside it. "Sister mentioned you helped her partner get cleaned up."

Flash nodded.

"Show me," Luna said.

Biting his lower lip, Flash got up from the bed. "Y-You'll need to sit on the bed. I was—I was on my knees." He circled around as Luna turned and got seated. Flash was conscious now of the fact he should have asked for something bigger. The look of the average sized toy left him a little disheartened.

But, this was Luna. This was his mistress! Flash closed his eyes and tried to get back into character as the inexperienced maid. Caught while her master was alone in his room, she is mesmerized by the sight of him and can't help doing exactly what she knows he wants.

Lowering himself, Flash kneeled down between Luna's legs and focused all his attention on the ~~toy~~ penis there. He reached out and touched it, gently, and tried to imagine feeling the shaft, up and over the glans, and the head of it. He parted his lips and, eyes closed, felt Luna gather his hair and draw it back from his face.

He kissed the tip and took a delicate grip around the base of the shaft with his hand. Slow strokes with his hand, pressing his lips forward, Flash took the toy into his mouth and let out a moan that betrayed how much he enjoyed the act. Between his legs, he felt the cage grow tighter again, and he knew he'd be making a mess in his pad.

The thing was soft, almost spongy, and made of rubber. It didn't taste it, though, so Flash assumed it was silicone. With the amount of olfactory over-stimulation, though, it wasn't hard for him to imagine the taste of Steph again.

Luna's hand in his hair tightened, and Flash felt her take full control of the motion of his head. By relaxing and letting her drive, Flash was comfortable his hair wouldn't be ripped out. She guided and set the pace, leaving Flash to close his eyes and imagine being forced and controlled to give such pleasure. Flash's cheeks flushed and puffed as each stroke drove the toy back into his mouth before pulling it back to the tip of his lips.

Opening his eyes and looking up a little, he could only see as far as the bottom of Luna's breasts and her tight tummy. Flash closed his eyes again and embraced once more the scent of arousal emanating from his mistress. So close to her sex, and with this act apparently turning her on, she was almost overwhelming when his mouth pressed to the bottom of the toy.

Things only became more intense when, as Luna pulled him back again, she thrust her hips forward. It became a level of magnitude more intense. She wasn't merely playing with him, she was humping him, feeding the toy into his mouth with the sort of needy intent of a man.

The thrusts weren't overwhelming, but the way her inner thighs mashed against his cheeks—their warmth and smoothness on his flesh—reinforced the fantasy that he was fellating a real penis.

She sped up, hand holding his head steady while she thrust the toy in and out of him. Then, when Flash was starting to wonder how she planned to finish, she grabbed a firm grip on his hair and plowed her hips forward once, twice, and a third time before holding him there with the toy filling his mouth and almost touching the back of his throat.

As Luna's hand released Flash's hair, he didn't pull back at all. Instead, he leaned against her a little more and wrapped his arms around her legs. He was floating, adrift on a sea of submissive bliss. Anything she would command him, right now, would be done without reservation or thought. But no command came, only her hand atop his head, slowly stroking his hair.

"You're a good girl, Fleur. A very good girl." Not letting up with her petting, Luna's deep voice sounded so satisfied.

Flash's toes curled at the praise. If he could purr, he would. Sunk down on that toy, he was practically kissing Luna's groin—something that had become one of Flash's favorite pastimes. But it couldn't last forever. Floating in immeasurable bliss, he felt Luna's hands gently cup each side of his face and ease him back and off the toy.

"Come here my little kitten." Guiding Flash onto the bed, Luna unbuckled the toy and left it there, then scooped him up into her arms. "You're so light."

Flash couldn't stop his desire to squirm from playing out. Wiggling his hips, he shifted in Luna's strong grip as she bridal-carried him from her bedroom, with its messy bed, to his own room. Flash was far too enthralled with the sensation of being carried with such ease, and barely noticed when Luna set him down on the bed with a towel under him.

"Hold still, I need to clean you up." Like a doting mother, Luna had set out everything in advance—apparently knowing that he'd be messy beforehand. She lifted up a washcloth, soaked with a little water, and started cleaning his face.

Getting a little more wiggly, mostly because he wasn't used to this much motherly interaction with Luna, Flash let out a little sigh when she was done and pulled him against her side. "Th-Thank you."

Cuddling Flash against her, Luna gave his hair a little tousle. "No, Fleur, thank you. It's incredibly empowering to have someone give so much of their control." Tilting her head, Luna kissed the top of Flash's head. "You want to know a little secret?"

With his head pressed against one of Luna's boobs, Flash nodded.

"I actually had a rush of little orgasms. That's why I started humping. You were—"

When he looked up, Flash saw Luna was biting her lower lip, an intense hunger written large on her features. "'I was'?"

"Such a good girl. Perfect." She pulled Flash over and onto her lap, settling his head under her breasts and hugging him tight against her front. "Even holding you like this is—" Composing herself, Luna started over. "You're very good for my sister and myself."

Wrapped in her love and comforted by the firmness of that grip, Flash said, "I—I like how you both make me feel. It's like having two amazing goddesses in my life and both are dedicated to making me feel good, but in different ways."

"In what ways?"

Flash was in such a happy place that he closed his eyes and pictured his mommy, and how she made him feel. "M—Celestia is like a cozy blanket that smells like your mom. She is warm and cozy when I need her to be and she's strong and protective too. I don't think—I couldn't do what I do with you, with her. She's also a little taller, and even if I stretch right up as tall as I can, she can still tuck me under her boobs like this."

"She told me you like being cuddled like this. You're hunching over a little?" Luna asked.

"Mmhmm. Just a little. If you parted your legs I could—" Flash cut himself off as Luna did just that. He slid down a little, his rump pressed between her thighs. Now it was definitely a different vibe to how his mommy hugged him, and cozy as it was to simply let Luna keep hugging him against her, he squirmed a little. "Yeah. This is nice."

"I'm glad you approve." Voice practically purring with approval and mirth, Luna gave Flash a little squeeze. "So, if you don't mind telling your dommy, what am I like?"

Flash giggled at the term. "Dommy is more forceful. I love the way you just take my choices away from me. You have plans that I can never anticipate. Sometimes I want to misbehave to see what you'd do—but it's hard because I want to please you. I know Mommy is always thinking about me, only because she tells me so, but I know you are always thinking about me because you show me."

The sigh Luna let free had started all the way down in her diaphragm and traveled all the way up until it left her lips and spilled over Flash's ears like warm honey. "I'm glad you appreciate my efforts. Are you comfortable?"

Giggling at such a redundant question, Flash nodded and murmured, "Mmhmm." He considered leaving it there, but with her arms around him and her body pressed to every inch of him, he wanted to show his full appreciation. "Thank you for those efforts. They are appreciated. I've never, in my whole life, felt this at peace. You and—and Celestia are amazing."

Hugging Flash a little tighter, Luna leaned down a little to kiss his cheek. "Thank you. Now, let me make sure you're absolutely relaxed and cozy."

Opening his mouth to tell her he was already relaxed and cozy, Flash was caught a little by surprise when Luna's hand trailed down his midriff to his thigh, then started to work between his legs. With his mouth open, what should have been a little gasp became a high-pitched squeak. Color stained his cheeks and he wanted to squirm and wiggle and—He froze when her hand went past his cage with barely a touch and settled further down at a sensitive section of skin there.

"Good girls get rewards, Fleurette. Don't try to hold your voice back, I want to hear all the sounds you can make while I finger you to orgasm." Holding the surprised boi firmly to her tummy, Luna started to stroke his taint with two digits.

Flash squeezed his eyes closed and moaned at the stimulation. The flesh wasn't as sensitive as anywhere else, but the symbolism it generated at his dommy kept whispering in his ear about how deep her fingers were going and how wet he was, letting his imagination run wild and really feel her fingers inside him, stroking all his forbidden places.

The illusion was so crisp and so real that he found himself humping a little into her touch, moaning and squealing as she applied more pressure or rolled her fingers in a different way.

"You know what I find hot, Fleurette?"

He knew what she found hot—Flash knew a lot of things that Luna found hot—but those weren't the answer she wanted. He shook his head.

"It's when good girls try to bottle up their pleasure but let it go, anyway, in a messy rush that makes them scream. I always find stroking their clitty does it best."

When the promised stroke came, Flash was already right on the edge. The cage felt a thousand times too small and he couldn't stop wiggling despite his dommy's tight grip on him. When he felt her fingernail run along the plastic of his clitty's restraint device, he fell headlong into the climax that Luna had built in him.

When she changed her grip to his chest and squeezed tightly at the soft bit of fat he'd gained there. It only redoubled his release. Flash thought it couldn't get more intense, but even as the mess oozed from his cage, he heard his own voice screech in girlish ecstasy again and again while his dommy played him like a guitar.

Her hands didn't so much still as Flash felt her slow down to the occasional stroke of a finger or squeeze at his chest. He felt, at the same time, both feminine beyond belief and also messy. He squirmed a little, which only earned him another hug from Luna.

"Do you want a break to clean up before we continue?"

Continue. The word had so much consequence behind it that Flash found himself trembling a little in excitement. "Yes please."

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