Principal… Former Principal Celestia sighed as she walked around her living room, cleaning up the remains of the party that had filled her home hours before. Her fifty-fifth birthday party had gone off without a hitch; with a constant stream of friends and former students visiting to wish her well, give her presents, or simply coming by for a chat.

Luna’s attendance had been especially welcome, particularly in light of the fact that she was Canterlot’s newest Superintendent of Schools, and was as married to the job as Celestia had been before her. Luna at her side again filled the ache Celestia had felt ever since her younger sister had moved out five years ago to pursue her own path in life.

Celestia missed Luna, but recognized that Luna had to fly on her own if she was ever going to stand out from her older sister.

Cleaning took surprisingly little time as most of the real work of the party had been handled free of charge by Pinkie Pie’s catering company. Celestia had tried to insist on paying her former student, but Pinkie had never seemed to be around whenever she managed to have a spare moment during the party. Instead, Celestia found a flyer for the ‘Send a child to Camp Everfree’ charity taped to the inside of her fridge door, complete with an envelope already containing cheques from Pinkie, Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, and several other of her former students.

Chores done, Celestia made herself a cup of decaf coffee while she listened to the silence.

She hated silence, almost as much as Luna hated decaf. It was a large part of why she had become a teacher, then later principal, and still later school superintendent. Children and teens were always noisy, always bustling, always doing things that had made her feel young no matter what the number on the calendar said.

Celestia hated being retired.

She’d tried multiple diversions, from part-time jobs, to hobbies, to trying out the local dating scene. None of which had brought her any satisfaction. All the jobs involved having to listen to someone half her age telling her to do things the wrong way. All the hobbies were things that she’d either done before or were completely unsuited for her, with the parasailing being an especially bad match that had resulted in a severely wrenched shoulder.

The dating scene had been an unmitigated disaster.

Meeting up with former colleagues romantically just felt wrong on multiple levels, and the various men she’d met via the Smolder app had either expected sex on the first date, sometimes in the restaurant, or made comments along the lines of, “Funny, you looked a lot younger in your photos.”

True, Celestia was no spring chicken anymore, but decades of chasing after students and cleaning up their messes had left her with a toned and fit body that could keep up with people half her age. Still, the comments had hurt, and she wasn’t looking for one night stands; which scratched Canterlot’s dating scene off her list of options.

Unsure of what else to do, Celestia sat down at her computer and began to browse HoofBook to see what her many online friends were up to. It was a pale, thin reed of activity to hold onto, but something was better than sipping decaf while staring out a window as life went by while hers was essentially over.

She’d been aimlessly scrolling her feed when an ad caught her eye.

“Tired of the same plain vanilla dating scene?” asked the advert. “Want to add some spice to your life? Want to meet true Dominants and Submissives? If you are looking for something long-term, short-term, or just something new in your life, come make a free account on ‘Knotty’ and explore a whole new world of experiences!”

“Something new in my life,” Celestia murmured, impulsively clicking on the advert and watching as her browser was redirected to a new site that proudly proclaimed itself as “Knotty: the premier Kink dating site.”

Clicking on the “New Member” link Celestia immediately found herself having to pause for thought on the very first question. “Name?”

This made the older woman pause for a moment in thought. She did NOT want to use her actual name on a dating site, especially not after her prior experiences. Looking around for inspiration, her gaze latched onto a portion of her hair that had drifted into her field of view. Strands of grey were present, but overall the colours were still as vibrant as ever and looking at them gave her the idea for a name.

Aurora.

That being settled Aurora/Celestia continued to fill out her profile for the site along with an attached questionnaire asking her what she was looking for and what things she absolutely did not want, and it was with some surprise when there was a pop-up near the end that asked:

It looks like you may have submissive tendencies. Did you wish to identify as submissive?

That made her jerk back from the screen for a moment before hastily reviewing her answers to the previous questions. Celestia knew in broad terms what submissives and dominants were, especially after Luna’s time as a dominant heavy metal mistress (See: By the Black Axe of Nightmare Moon) back in her rebellious youth, and looking over what she had written down, Celestia could see the pattern that the site’s software had picked up on.

What was it that she’d heard Fluttershy say once? “Sometimes it’s nice to be the pet?”

Celestia had always been in charge of everything her entire life, professional and personal. Maybe it was time to just let go and let someone else be in charge for a change. In front of her, the screen suddenly flipped over to a list of various site options over which the standard, “You can change your profile at any time” was superimposed, and Celestia realized that she’d gone ahead and clicked on “submissive” without consciously making the decision to do so.

“Hmm,” Celestia murmured to herself. “What’s done is done. I can always change it back later.”

Choice made, the white skinned woman started to read over the site, going through forum posts and various writeups about various subjects. She was reading up on what a “munch” was, when something dinged in the bottom of her screen.

Master H would like to chat.

Warily, Celestia hit the “Accept” button and mentally braced herself for the worst. She was not disappointed.

Master H: Hey there, submissive slut. Aching to crawl to a real master, aren’t you! Get naked and show me your tits so I can see what I’m dealing with.

Rolling her eyes, Celestia closed the chat window and hit the “Block” button with perhaps a little more force than necessary. She’d had enough of that sort of person to last a lifetime. Sadly, the so-called Master H was by far the last person to try to initiate a conversation with her by asserting internet dominance with all the subtlety of a falling building.

After an hour of perusing the site and blocking every single person that tried to initiate a chat with her, Celestia was about done with this. The actual idea of being bound and under someone else’s control intrigued her in ways she hadn’t expected, but she absolutely could not allow herself to be in a helpless and vulnerable state with any of the losers who had spoken to her thus far.

Mistress Amethyst would like to chat.

“Well, one more, I guess,” Celestia sighed, clicking on the “Accept” button.

Mistress Amethyst: Hello. I see that you are new to the site. Is there anything I can help you with?

Celestia blinked for a moment, tilting her head in curiosity. This was certainly different, and welcome. Leaning back toward her keyboard she wrote:

Aurora: Help me find a way to get rid of all these over the top “Masters”?

Mistress Amethyst: I see you’ve met our “Welcome Wagon.” Sorry that you had to run into that. Most of the community tries to police these people, as they scare traffic and potential connections away from the site, but there is only so much we can do. By the way, ‘Aurora’ is a lovely name. Real or assumed?

Aurora: Assumed. It seemed safest. I haven’t broken any site rules, have I?

Mistress Amethyst: None that I know of. Unless you *want* to roleplay as the naughty sub being disciplined by her strict Mistress. If so, we need to talk about ground rules and such first.

Celestia again found herself leaning back from her computer in order to consider her words and the sudden… surge, she had felt inside upon reading Amethyst’s words.

Aurora: To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure what I want.

Mistress Amethyst: That, my dear, is perfectly normal. How about we simply chat. No commitments, no anything. Just two people talking.

Aurora: I think I’d like that.

Over the next several hours, Celestia/Aurora and Mistress Amethyst chatted back and forth on a wide variety of subjects. Celestia found Mistress Amethyst to be very well-read, intelligent, and someone who was able to articulate her position on matters eloquently and with solid arguments. Only rarely did their conversation stray towards BDSM topics and then, only in the academic sense. It was only when Celestia’s mouth cracked into a huge yawn that she realized how late it actually was.

Aurora: I’m sorry, I just noticed the time. I’ve really enjoyed chatting with you, but I should be heading for bed now.

The reply was almost instant.

Mistress Amethyst: No trouble at all. I would like to ask you if you would want to try doing something lightly submissive to see if this is something you would like to experience more of.

Aurora: Depends what it is, I did say that I clicked on that option by accident.

Again, the reply was on Celestia’s screen within a breath or two.

Mistress Amethyst: This is just to dip your toe in the water, my dear. Once this conversation is over, I’d like you to strip naked and stay that way until you either have to leave your home, or until 9pm tomorrow. At which time you are to log onto the site and contact me. If you are cold, you may throw a blanket over yourself, but absolutely no clothing. Understood?

Celestia froze, realizing that this was a moment of decision. For, If she refused this command, she knew she would never come back to this website or this idea again. She would never try something new again. Everything would just… stay the same.

Aurora: Understood Mistress. No clothing from now until I contact you again at 9pm.

Mistress Amethyst: Good girl. I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow evening. Sleep well, my Aurora.

With that, Celestia closed the website and turned off her computer, sitting there in the darkness for a few moments before wordlessly shrugging out of her shirt. Her casual slacks followed a moment later, followed by her bra, and after a moment’s hesitation, her panties. The cool night air hardened her nipples almost instantly and it combined with an almost electric feeling from below.

She stood there, naked for a moment, reveling in the wild sensations of doing something completely and utterly new to her. Something she had wanted to do. Something her mistress had commanded her to do, and the realization sent such a surge through her that her knees almost buckled.

Leaning against a wall for a moment of support, a naked Celestia took a moment before padding around her home, turning off lights and putting her house in order for the night, idly noting that some parts of her body moved… differently when unshackled from their usual cloth bonds.

Sliding underneath her sheets for bed sent an electric thrill through her body unlike anything she had known before, and the next morning found the area between her thighs messier than almost any other time in her life. Making her way to the shower Celestia found herself scrubbing the area with far more vigor than she usually did, stopping only when the nascent arousal began to build toward something far more intense.

The glow from that almost orgasm carried Celestia throughout her day routine, and from morning coffee to evening meal she did everything in the buff. Every barefoot tread across her carpet seemed new and exciting. Every breath of air against her skin sent a tingle through her. Every time she sat down, the pressure of the seat against her bare buttocks sent a thrill straight to her core. The day seemed to last forever, but at last nine PM came around on the clock.

Aurora: Hello? I’m here.

Mistress Amethyst: A good pet always addresses their Dominant as “Master” or “Mistress”. I forgive you this time, because of how new you are. Is that understood?

Celestia blinked at the mild rebuke, but nodded in understanding. She’d been reading up on various protocols in BDSM and what Mistress Amethyst was saying followed what she’d read.

Aurora: Sorry Mistress, it won’t happen again.

Mistress Amethyst: Good girl. Now tell me about your day. How did being naked, particularly naked by my command, make you feel?

Celestia then went on to describe everything she’d felt in detail. How silk felt against her naked body, how any errant breeze had the ability to make her clench up inside, even what she had almost done in the shower. At the end of it all, there was a long pause that seemed to stretch forever. Celestia was beginning to worry that her Mistress had disconnected when the chat sprung to life again.

Mistress Amethyst: I believe it’s safe to say that you enjoyed the experience. Would you like to go deeper?

Celestia didn’t even hesitate.

Aurora: Yes Mistress, I would like to go deeper.

The reply seemed to take both forever and no time at all to appear.

Mistress Aurora: In that case, you are to consider yourself under my care and keeping. I will put the word out that you are mine and mine alone, ensuring you will no longer be bothered by random idiots. Are you ready for your next command, my pet?

The words “mine and mine alone” on the screen seemed to echo in Celestia’s ears, binding her to a wild new path of exploration and discovery, and the older woman found herself not just wanting to travel down that path, but needing to do so. Some untouched and previously unknown part of her was resonating to the thought of being under the care and keeping of Mistress Amethyst so strongly that Celestia could feel her body reacting to the tune of her feelings.

Aurora: Yes Mistress. I’m ready.

From that point Celestia found herself in a new and exciting relationship of a sort she’d never imagined possible. Mistress Amethyst’s commands to her were never onerous but they were often very risque. Such as the time when she’d commanded Aurora to go out and do her shopping while not wearing any panties, or the time when Aurora had been ordered to go out and buy herself some sexy lingerie and then wear it to bed that night.

A few nights after that adventure things took a still deeper turn.

Mistress Aurora: I would like my pet to wear things made just for her. Attached you will find a set of directions for the measurements you will make and report to me. I will also require an address to which I can send you things.

Celestia took a look at the directions, and seeing as they involved the circumference and height of her calves, realized that her Mistress likely intended to send her a pair of what were probably going to be custom made boots. While Celestia had no objection to receiving gifts, the fact that her Mistress was asking for an address made her somewhat wary. A wariness that was alleviated by realizing that she could easily use a rented mailbox.

Measurements taken and address given, two weeks later saw the arrival of a beautiful pair of patent leather hoof boots. A single eyebrow was raised at them being hoof boots and not regular boots, though some years ago they had been very in fashion, especially as the notoriety of some of Celestia’s former students had become known to more and more of the general public.

For a brief while horse ear headbands had been all the rage, along with tails that adorned skirts and slacks both. Hoof boots or heelless boots had been quite common for a while, before fading away as the next fashion trend rose and the deeds of the Canterlot Rangers became more commonplace.

Sliding the boots on, Celestia could feel her foot being forced into the arch shape the boots soles required of her. As she zipped up the back of the boot, Celestia idly noted the small metal tab on the rim of the boot that matched up with the top of the zipper’s run, something that quickly faded into non-importance as she reveled in the sensations of the boot’s grasp on her lower leg.

A feeling that was repeated as she put the other boot on, completing the transformation of her lower legs from that of a human to those of an equine. Getting up onto her new hooves however, proved to be something of a trial; and she was barely able to make her way to her computer.

Aurora: Mistress, thank you for the wonderful boots, but I’m afraid that I’m having quite a bit of difficulty in either standing or walking in them.

Mistress Amethyst: I understand, pet. You are a good pet for letting me know of your difficulty. I will send something along in a couple of days.

Two days later a pair of broad ankle cuffs arrived at Celestia’s rented mailbox complete with instructions on how to use them. Tightly strapped against the outside of her boots, the cuffs did indeed provide a great deal of ankle support and the shiny buckles and rings gave the boots some interesting silver highlights. Within a week Celestia was walking around in the boots as if she’d been wearing similar footwear for years.

Going for outdoor walks in the boots attracted some appreciative looks, actually quite a few looks, especially considering how the boots gave the already tall woman even more height, but to Celestia the biggest thing was how the slight jingle the cuffs made reminded her that she was obeying the orders of her Mistress.

Two weeks after the arrival of the boots, a new package arrived in the form of two feet of silver chain, a pair of padlocks and a box that described the contents as a timed magnetic clamp.

Aurora: Mistress, I received your package today, but I’m not sure what I’m meant to do with it?

Mistress Amethyst: Valued pets are kept secure at night to make sure they don’t run off or are stolen. Attach the clamp to the foot of your bed. Every night from now on I want you to wear your boots to bed, put the cuffs over top of them and using the chains I’ve sent you, lock the cuffs to the clamp. You can set the clamp so that it will automatically release you when it’s time to get up.

Celestia examined the clamp device afterwards. It was in reality, a powerful electromagnet that plugged into her wall outlet with an integrated timer. The instructions for the unit proudly proclaimed that the unit could hold ten times Celestia’s body weight and that safety was assured due to the latest in fire sensing technology that would cause the unit to instantly depower if it sensed a fire.

As for the installation of the device, teaching multiple shop classes over the years had taught the older woman a thing or two and in very short order the clamp was securely attached to the footboard of Celestia’s old and very sturdy bed. Moving with purpose now, Celestia slid the form fitting boots on before wrapping each of the broad leather cuffs around her ankles and securing them in place. Finally she threaded one of the provided chains through the clamp’s connecting shackle before using a padlock to attach it to each of her cuffs.

Celestia paused just before she lifted the connecting shackle those last few inches needed to put it into the range of the electromagnet. She could still reach down and unbuckle her ankle cuffs no matter what, but lifting that shackle into place felt like the crossing of another line. As if she wasn’t just fastening her legs into place, but surrendering her core to the whims of another, making herself their plaything.

“Most excitement I’ve had in years,” Celestia murmured, and as that moment of reflection passed she finished moving the shackle into place where it seated with a heavy “thunk.”

Celestia tried to draw her legs upwards, but the combination of restraints worked as advertised, holding her legs to within a few inches of her footboard, where the timer on the clamp was starting its countdown from eight hours. Again she felt the thrill of something new, of going beyond what she’d done before, of willingly obeying the commands of another.

It was nearly an hour before Celestia was able to find sleep, and even then, her dreams that night were filled with erotic images of her in chains, leaping to obey the commands of a powerful woman cloaked in shadows. When her alarm went off in the morning, she wasn’t surprised at all to discover that she would need a fresh pair of underwear to start the day with.

After having to wait a few more minutes before the clamp’s timer ran out, Celestia freed herself from her restraints and took a long hot shower, during which she scrubbed herself to an orgasm that left her weak in the knees and leaning against the wall of the shower for support. Coffee and toast restored her energy after drying off, and it was with some surprise that she saw a “message waiting” notification on her computer.

Mistress Amethyst: Assuming you enjoyed last night, it is time for me to make sure that my property is fully secured at night. Attached is a template for measuring your wrists. You will need to provide exact measurements to ensure your comfort. If you did have any issues with last night, let me know and we’ll talk, otherwise I’ll expect your measurements by tonight.

Oh, and when the next package arrives, you will find something you’re sure to enjoy.

Having experienced a night where the only issue had been not wanting to wake up and end the dreams, Celestia enthusiastically downloaded the template and measured out her wrists to exquisite levels of precision. Even getting out an old pair of calipers at one point to ensure the measurements were absolutely accurate. Task complete, Celestia put her hoof boots back on, and went about her day, which included a lunch date with her sister who definitely noticed the changes in her beloved sibling.

“Sister, you know I love you dearly,” Luna had begun, as the two lingered over coffee afterwards, “So I need to ask you if everything is alright, as well as asking if there is something, or someone, I should know about.”

“What makes you ask that?” Celestia asked, colouring slightly.

“The boots and cuffs,” Luna replied simply. “I remember when those first came out, and you grumbling about students wearing them in the halls. Now you’re wearing a pair along with some rather solid cuffs, which leads me to ask the question: Is there anything you would like to share with me?’

“Not right now, but maybe soon,” Celestia admitted, not willing to meet her sister’s piercing gaze.

“Okay, I don’t want to pressure you, but I do ask that you make sure of your safety and reach out to me if you have any worries about anything,” Luna said, her voice full of caution for her sister.

“If I do, you will be the first to know,” Celestia answered, nodding and meeting Luna’s gaze with a smile. She didn’t know why she wasn’t sharing her relationship with Mistress Amethyst yet, but somehow it didn’t feel right at that moment.

“That’s all I ask,” Luna replied, smiling back warmly before switching the conversation to other topics and after several more minutes of pleasant chat the sisters went their separate ways. Celestia knew her sister well though, and it was obvious to her that Luna had merely postponed the subject until Celestia was ready to talk more about it.

Two days later, the promised wrist cuffs arrived, and to Celestia’s surprise they weren’t made from leather but were instead solid ovals of polished stainless steel joined by four inches of gleaming chain. Examining the metal shackles Celestia was at first surprised at the lack of a ratcheting mechanism to close the rings of metal around her wrists, but soon noted the hole both cuffs had on one edge. Large enough for a slim Allen key to enter, all it took was a simple twist to release the locking mechanism that was built into the steel itself.

Closing first one cuff then the other around her wrists, Celestia felt a thrill go through her as she noted how closely the metal matched the contours of her body, and how they fit so closely that it was quite impossible for her to rotate her wrists inside of the imprisoning circles of steel. Luckily, or more likely by design, the edges of the cuffs were rounded and combined with the close fit, made the shackles surprisingly comfortable to wear.

Celestia spent several minutes experimenting with just how much the cuffs restricted her ability to move her hands and her ability to do things. To her, they were almost like her Mistress was holding Celestia’s wrists in her own hands, guiding her and showing her how to move. Celestia’s hands began to reach down between her thighs, eager to stroke the growing warmth there, when she spotted a second slim package hiding underneath a second timed maglock device at the bottom of the box.

Chains clinking, the woman eagerly reached in and pulled out the package and opened it up. A task which was somewhat difficult to do considering how closely her wrists were being held together, but she managed it quickly enough. Staring back up at her was a strange looking piece of ribbed silicone in a “C” shape, and though Celestia was relatively sure it was some sort of sex toy, the shape of it confused her.

Aurora: I love the cuffs, and I think I can guess what the second maglock is for but what is the other device?

Mistress Amethyst: Thank you, my pet. I’m glad the cuffs suit you. The other device is a remotely controlled vibrator that slides up against your clit and also goes inside of you. If you check your email you will find an app for you to install on your phone. Pair the vibrator with your phone through the app and input the code provided into the app. That way I can access the vibrator and reward you directly for your good behavior.

Switching to another window, Celestia found the email Mistress Amethyst had mentioned, and along with the app Celestia’s mistress had spoken of there was another measuring template for her to fill out, only this time, for her neck. The installation of the app and pairing it with the vibrator barely took a minute and while Celestia briefly had concerns about the security of her phone, the idea of a cuff for her neck had Celestia’s mind fully engaged.

Aurora: I’ve paired the vibrator and the phone, but I’m curious about the reason for the new measuring template.

Mistress Amethyst: You have been a good, obedient pet for me, and good pets deserve to have nice things. Nice things like a custom collar made just for her. To show the world that you are my special possession.

A collar. A collar just for her. Celestia was no schoolgirl to be overwhelmed by a few words or even a few drinks, but the thought of being bound, collared, and vibed by Mistress Amethyst had her juices flowing. As a collared and owned pet, all Aurora had to do was feel.

She wouldn’t have to deal with any of Celestia’s responsibilities. None of her worries. None of her concerns. Just an endless ocean of obedient bliss, and after a lifetime of always having to worry about responsibilities and keeping things in check, the world of joyful submission Mistress Amethyst was opening up to her was like eating the golden apples of Greek mythology.

With that in mind Celestia had no problems securing the second maglock timer to the top of her bed and that night, with Celestia’s ankles and wrists locked in place, Mistress Amethyst played her pet’s body like a guitar, with the vibrator as her pick. Ever so slowly the vibrator would rise in intensity, buzzing merrily away against two of Celestia’s most sensitive nerve clusters, only to fall away down to almost nothing just as the bound woman was about to crest the top of her orgasmic wave.

Up and down Amethyst played Celestia’s moans over the course of a full hour, until at long last she dialed up the device’s power to maximum, holding it there until the older woman exploded in a series of thunderous orgasms that left the bound woman utterly spent and drifting off into an exhausted sleep. Celestia never suspected that the reason Mistress Amethyst had been able to tease her so ably was that the app on her phone had also given Amethyst control over the phone’s microphone, as well as telling the hidden dominatrix exactly where Celestia was.

The next night was the same, with Celestia chained hand and foot to her bed, while Amethyst used the vibrator to tease her secured pet into exhausted slumber, her bonds ensuring that Celestia was unable to remove the vibrator inside her. The next day however, Celestia… or rather, Aurora’s collar arrived.

Celestia gasped as she pulled aside the wrapping paper to reveal a thick metal circle that not only gleamed with an almost mirror-like finish, but also carried all the colours of the rainbow within its metallic depths. Like her wrist cuffs, the collar’s hinge was built into its own width and the hidden locking mechanism was accessed with a tiny allen keyhole along the collar’s edge. A simple drop ring hung from the front of the collar to which was attached a name tag.

“Aurora,” it read on one side, with the reverse saying, “Property of Mistress Amethyst.”

Pushing aside her hair, Celestia slid the open collar around her neck, shivering slightly as she closed the cold metal around her throat and secured it with the provided allen key. Immediately a profound sense of submission fell over her as the immovability of the collar made itself known through an inflexible steel grasp against her flesh. A grasp that was tight, but not choking. She was a captive of the metal, and yet somehow cared for and protected by it as well.

“Aurora, you are so lucky,” Celestia said into the mirror, smiling at her collared reflection before going to her computer to let Mistress Amethyst know that her pet was now labeled as her property.

That night, the session between Mistress Amethyst and Celestia seemed to go on forever, with the dominatrix driving Celestia into not just one orgasm, but an seemingly endless series until the collared pet was begging for mercy. A mercy that Amethyst finally allowed her pet after nearly three hours of writhing ecstasy in chains.

Celestia almost immediately fell into an exhausted sleep, only to be woken sometime later in the middle of the night by a feeling of pressure on top of her. Opening her eyes she saw a dark haired woman astride her body.

“Hello Celestia,” said the woman, with a predatory smile. “Or should I say, ‘Aurora’. I’ve come to claim my property.”

“What?” Celestia gasped, her mind trying to come to grips with what was happening. “Who are—”

The bound woman’s words were cut off as Mistress Amethyst thrust a soaking wet cloth over Celestia’s mouth and nose, and the former teacher immediately recognized the scent of chloroform even as the chemical began to make her head swim from its effects. Bucking and twisting, Celestia tried to break free, but the cuffs, chains and maglocks were made of reinforced leather and steel, while Celestia was only flesh.

It took a few minutes, but gradually Mistress Amethyst rode her pet into unconsciousness and it was with profound satisfaction that the dominatrix dismounted from Celestia and addressed her henchmen who had watched their employer capture their target in silence.

“Right, help me get Aurora ready for transport back to the ranch,” Amethyst commanded. “Once she’s secured I want both of you to sweep the house and make sure we’ve picked up any material from the packages I sent her before I plant the incendiaries. Oh and make sure you grab her computer and phone as well. I don’t want any trace left that I was ever in the life of Principal Celestia.”

Author's Note

Quick Note: "By the Black Axe of Nightmare Moon" isn't one of my stories or related to any of my stories. It's simply a tale I read sometime ago and highly enjoyed enough to give a bit of a shout out in this story.

Also, I've taken to streaming my attempts at gaming. 11pm to 2am Pacific Daylight Time, Saturday through Tuesday nights. Currently playing the Darkness Falls mod for 7 Days to Die.
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