> Flash Sentry's Charmed Life
>  by Damaged
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> 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1
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Yawning. It was the single most predictable thing you could do in the morning. Flash Sentry reached one hand out of the warm covers of his bed to hide his mouth as his first yawn of the day caused him to squirm awake.

The bed that held him was soft in every way imaginable. Silk sheets, doughy mattress, downy quilt, and pillows that literally defied all efforts to define how cloud-like they were. In all, it was a very agreeable bed for someone who was dainty and sensitive.

Truly, the only problem with the bed was how hard it was to leave it behind in the morning.

But Flash had experienced the wonder of this bed for two whole months now, and though it had been impossible to free himself from it (mentally and, thanks to some judicious tucking-in, sometimes physically), he now had the knack of it.

Turning to the side, Flash had to bicycle-kick at where the covers were tucked under the mattress, then finally shove his legs out and stretch them apart when he'd made an opening. With such a hole made, Flash could usually then pull at the covers and fling them back to make his escape.

It was silly, but Flash liked to do silly things when he was all alone. Silly things helped keep him balanced. Turning around, the huge, soft shirt he'd worn to bed twirled around him and came back to rest at mid-thigh.

Laying on the end of the bed was his dressing gown. It was silk, pink, and he knew full well how good it would feel against his skin. The soft cotton of the shirt dragging over his naked body almost felt like betrayal—sure it was soft and kind to him, but the silk would be so much better.

Flash caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror in the dim light of morning. He bit his lower lip in a self-examining, self-conscious moment. He had some tone, but rather than rugged, fuzzy skin like all the other guys at school had gotten, Flash had soft and hairless flesh that was as sensitive to touch as his fingertips.

Pulling on the gown was like being wrapped up in a hug by a giant silkworm. At least, that's what he thought it would feel like. He made his way to the bathroom and immediately took the robe back off to take care of his morning ablutions.

Soap-less body wash, no-tears shampoo, and the softest loofah on the face of the planet were the implements with which Flash cleaned himself—anything less would have left him itching or worse all day. With that done, however, Flash was free to dive back into his dressing gown and pull it around him like a silk cocoon.

The scuffing sound of his feet on the polished wood floor was all that marked Flash's passing to the kitchen. Despite how the day would eventually go, he was always determined to start things off right. Filling up the coffee machine and turning it on, turning on the broiler to make toast, and lifting out butter to start softening were just some of the duties a live-in housekeeper like Flash Sentry would undertake at the crack of dawn.

Checking the clock, he slipped some bread under the broiler to toast while he poured the first cup of coffee.

"That smells amazing."

The voice was like warm honey rolling down Flash's spine. He turned slowly to look upon Celestia—not a princess like in that pony world and not a principal to him for over a year now—as she stood in the doorway wearing her own pure white dressing gown. Of course, she wore hers with the belt loosely fastened so that the front opened halfway down to her belly button, showing off skin that was a soft pink that evoked a desire in him to walk forward and kiss it.

His need to touch her—to worship her—took but a moment of conscious thought to banish. "Anything particular for breakfast today, ma'am?" Professional. This was his job, and no matter how much Flash desired to be draped onto Celestia's body, it would not do unless he was invited.

"Just my usual, thank you Flash." Celestia took a seat at the table and, no sooner had she sat down, she lifted the cup of coffee that Flash put before her.

It was a blissful little reward to hear her praise. Flash had to bite his lip, though, as the moment the tall woman sat down his viewing angle changed from looking up slightly at her chest to now looking down.

"Sister, you're teasing her again." Luna's voice came from the same hallway Celestia had just emerged from. She was already wearing a tight-fitting jogging top, short shorts, and had her long and luscious hair tied back into a ponytail. "Put your breasts away and let poor Flash do her job."

The embarrassing thoughts that made Flash blush seemed all the more so now that he knew Celestia intended him to get flustered. "I-It's really no bother. I don't mind."

"See, Luna? She doesn't mind." Celestia looked up at Flash and batted her eyelashes. She also shrugged her shoulders just a little—causing her gown to open a tiny bit more. "Don't let Luna tell you what to do, Flash, this is my day to play with my adorable little maid."

It was the word Flash, Celestia, and Luna had agreed upon. It was their trigger asking if he would want to play games for the day. It would be so easy for him to just reply with anything but acquiescence, but…

Curtsying, Flash lowered his eyes as he had every day either of them had invited him thus and said, "Oui, madam." Two words that he'd never accidentally say in response to her implied question.

As he raised his eyes, Flash saw two fantastic smiles. The raw feeling of joy and affirming of his feelings that they gave him made a happy little giggle bubble up from deep inside.

Luna visibly shivered and then let out a mournful sigh. "Sometimes I regret my morning routine. Have fun, you two, and don't do anything I wouldn't." The last words were spoken to her sister as she turned for the door and headed out for her morning run.

Flash watched the way Celestia licked her lips, like some big predator spotting something tasty that couldn't run fast enough to get away from her. He shivered at the imagery and turned his attention back to Luna before she left the house without him wishing her well. "Good bye, mistress!"

It was a fun game, of course. Flash got paid for his cleaning work regardless, but if he played the game the sisters had set up for him—he got to enjoy it too.

"I laid your things out for you, Flash. I hope you find them as cozy as the last ones." Celestia was almost literally devouring Flash with her eyes. The gown he wore was so thin as to almost be sheer, and it showed off his slim physique perfectly—it also betrayed the fact that he was wearing not a scrap of clothing underneath.

"Yes, mistress, I'll just serve your toast up first before it burns." With practiced ease, Flash used a dish towel to slide back the tray of the broiler and quickly reached to pluck the toast from the tray. The moment his fingers got close, the heat almost undid him. All his life he'd had to deal with his sensitive fingers—it was what made him so good at playing guitar—and while he'd worked on his heat tolerance, it was still below normal. "Hot-hot-hot."

Feeling Celestia's eyes on his back, Flash blushed a little as he buttered the toast, offered up two little bowls of spread, and set all of it on the table.

"You are such a good girl, Flash. Please, take some time to yourself to go get dressed. We have a big day today." Celestia didn't hesitate to start spreading grape jelly on her toast, though her eyes kept flicking to Flash while he watched her.

The way he was always addressed as a woman had been cause for a lot of embarrassing blushes at first, and even one denial when he'd felt a little too overwhelmed by it, but it had become a comfortable game among many such. "'A big day'? Don't you have to be at the school in an hour?"

"Flashy. You must be a little muddled." Lifting her coffee, Celestia took a long sip of the dark brew. "School holidays started three weeks ago. As of today, we have a month break from school." It wasn't just what she said that had grabbed Flash's full attention, but how she'd said it. Carefully enunciating every syllable, Celestia let her voice lower a little as she spoke. "Which means we can have a little fun. Do go, dear, and get dressed."

Flash couldn't stop himself, he curtsied again and left the kitchen. The moment he was in his bedroom again, his heart started thudding in his chest and his wobbly legs almost gave out. The casual way she addressed him as a girl, the looks she gave, and even the view she gave Flash of her cleavage all made him want to drop on the bed and rub his thighs together all day long.

It was a pretty dream. To be a kept, perfect little angel who got to play games all day and not work. Pretty dreams, Flash had learned, sometimes came true. Two months previous he'd been out of work and needing somewhere to live when he found a position vacant for a live-in housekeeper.

Walking over to the bed, his legs feeling a little like jello, Flash spotted what Celestia had given him to wear for the day. Flash's breath caught in his throat as he saw the dress.

They'd been playing with Flash using female pronouns for a while—long enough that Flash felt relaxed enough to indulge in his girlier side—but this was way new. It was— "Is that a maid outfit?"

He reached out to the frills and the soft lacework and felt his legs start to squirm again. He couldn't. Of course he could, it was expected. But he simply had no idea where to start with it.

Before Flash could even think of a plan on how to attire himself in an actual dress, the well-oiled door hinges betrayed him by letting Celestia in silently. The first he knew what was happening was her hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

"Would you like some help with that, Flashy?"

Celestia's purr came from above and behind Flash, and it made his legs wobble all over again. When he didn't immediately respond, he felt her hands sliding the silk of his gown over his shoulders. "Y-Yes, mistress. P-Please?"

Just saying those words—meaning those words—made Flash squirm his legs more. It was freeing, embarrassing, and joyous all at once. He let her hands glide down his shoulders, over his arms, and down to his waist where she pulled gently at the belt. The moment it let go, Flash shivered—he was standing here completely naked and fully exposed before his former headmistress. Now, though, she was only his mistress.

"Poor little thing, you're all nervous. Have you never worn a dress before?" Her hands wandered now, one sliding up to Flash's chest to rub slowly over one side—giving the impression of a breast being stroked.

For Flash, that sensation wasn't far from the mark. His chest had always been sensitive, his nipples little match heads that only needed the gentlest touch to explode into fire. Right now, Celestia's thumb was the only thing to actually touch his nipple, and only every circle of her hand did it gently work the nub.

The rotating pattern took all of Flash's attention. His mind was beset by the swirling touch, and each moment thumb and nipple met his thoughts evaporated. He could vaguely feel something else happening—another touch from her free hand, but he barely registered it until Celestia removed her hand from his chest, brought it lower on his body, and a distinctive click sounded.

Now he could think again, Flash reached down to where the sound had come from. His palm brushed his belly and down to his groin where he encountered something hard. Without Celestia touching him, he rushed over to the mirror to look at what she'd done.

"Just a little precaution, Flashy-dear. Dresses are for good girls, after all."

The words made Flash shudder. Just where his legs met was a small pink device. It looked vaguely like the end of a sausage had curled over, was made of plastic, and now he could see it he knew what had felt odd—his penis was trapped inside.

Realization had the inevitable result of making him hard, which was exactly what the device was there to stop. Tightness reined around his shaft. It denied him the most basic of adult male activities—having an erection.

"I've got a gorgeous pair of panties here for a gorgeous girl."

Flash barely heard her. His eyes were fixed on the device locked onto his straining member. He'd seen, in various spare moments spent browsing online, such things—but he'd never thought to be wearing one. He couldn't help himself, he squirmed his thighs together and felt the chastity cage stretch at his balls and cause him to moan out loud.

"Flashy? Come over here and stop playing with her." When he looked back at Celestia, she'd sat down on the bed and was patting her lap.

"It's so tight. Is it meant to be tight?" Despite his complaint, sitting on Celestia's lap—and leaning against her chest—was literally the best thing he could think of right then. Walking over to her, trying to not grind his thighs together more, he couldn't shake the tightness of his groin.

"Good girl. Sit down and relax."

Being called a good girl had become a treat. Flash felt a little rush of ASMR tingles from the back of his head all the way down to his tailbone. He knew it made him wiggle, and he didn't care one bit.

Turning at the right moment, he felt her hand press to his back to guide him as he perched on her long legs. Relax he did. It was like touching her body just soaked all the anxiety and strain out of life. He could tilt his head to the side and rest it against Celestia's shoulder and let her handle difficult emotions.

"There we go. Now you just relax and let me take care of that hair. I don't know why you had it cut so short, but time can fix that."

Where Celestia produced a hairbrush from was less important to Flash than the feel of it finding his hair and working through it. Closing his eyes, he slowed his breathing and relaxed completely against Celestia's body. Each stroke of the brush stirred a little sigh from his throat and before long they were audible as the softest of whining sounds.

As the brushing continued, all the worry over the tightness of the chastity cage slipped out of Flash's mind—actually, most thoughts slipped out of his mind. He just sat there, relaxed and happy, having his hair brushed like a good girl.

"Is that better?"

The concept of a question was slow to process in Flash's head, but he found himself nodding ever so slightly and his whines changed to an "mmhmm" for a moment.

"That's my good girl. Did you know Luna's buying you a dress too? I gave her your measurements. She said she wants to find something that will make you feel as sexy as she sees you."

Flash's awareness spread to the tightness once more. Celestia made him feel pretty, but Luna made him feel sexy—she didn't need a dress to do that, but now that dyke had been breached, there was apparently no going back to pants and a shirt.

Something about the way Celestia held him, the way she treated him, let Flash just give up all pretenses and revel in the attention.

"Now, let's get you dressed. Legs up, Flashy."

With Celestia's arm behind him, Flash didn't fear falling. He leaned back into the embrace, and lifted his legs. Completely off-balance now, he couldn't feel safer.

With her free hand, Celestia worked the white panties over his feet and slowly drew them up his legs.

"You need to wax these."

Following Celestia's gaze, Flash saw her looking at his legs. He didn't have much body hair to begin with, but her hand running along his legs had found the little skin-tone hairs that dotted his legs here and there. "O-Okay."

"You don't have to worry about it. I'll text Luna to pick some up and teach you how to do it." Celestia kissed Flash's cheek and pulled the panties all the way up to his thighs. "Okay, stand up and I'll get these all the way up."

Jumping to his feet, the mirror caught Flash's eyes, and he watched Celestia pull the panties up to his hips. He could only stare at himself in the mirror, finally managing to say, "Those have—"

"Tinkerbell. Isn't she just adorable?" As Flash nodded dumbly at the sight in the mirror, Celestia pulled the panties up all the way and over the bulge of the plastic chastity cage.

The tightness in his panties increased, but Flash had to agree that Tinkerbell on the front of them was just about the cutest thing ever. She was poking her head out of a keyhole—which he had to liken to the locked cage he was wearing under them.

"Turn around."

Turning, Flash's eyes fell on Celestia and a thrill ran through him. She looked gorgeous, sitting there on his bed, but more than that she looked so—so motherly. When she stood up, he had to tilt his head to follow her face.

Walking to Flash, Celestia reached one hand out to his chin and, gently, turned his head to the side. "My little sweetness, look at the back of them."

Turning his head a little more, Flash looked at the mirror and saw the big, red love heart over his butt. He couldn't stop the gasp that slipped out or the giggle that followed it.

"You like them?"

Flash nodded, but realized she would want him to say so. She loved making him admit he liked girly things, and though he truly did, he wanted to make Celestia happy too. "I do, Mom."

The moment the last word slipped past his lips, Flash's cheeks started to do an impression of a pair of twin bruises. He blushed so much his face actually felt hot. "I—"

Celestia brought a single finger to Flash's lips to silence him. "Shh. You can call me mommy if you want—if it helps you feel more comfortable."

Despite his embarrassment, Flash recognized the tone in Celestia's voice. Desire, hunger, need. Now he'd opened the can of worms, there was no putting it back because it made her happy. What made Celestia happy might embarrass him, but Flash couldn't deny how hard she worked to make him happy. "A-Are you sure, mommy?"

It was like watching the sunrise of a chill, winter morning. The world itself seemed pale and frozen by comparison to how Celestia looked. Her eyes twinkled, and Flash was sure he noticed the corners of her mouth jump a little higher.

What came next was Flash's reward. She was so tall and so strong that when her arms pulled around his shoulders, he wasn't just dragged into a hug—he was dragged into a hug against her cleavage. He let out a happy little sigh and was absolutely complicit with the act of being smooshed against her chest. With one ear pressed to her bare flesh, Flash could hear Celestia's heartbeat.

"Mommy's perfect little angel." She squeezed him a little tighter, then let go. "But we must finish getting dressed before Luna returns."

In a daze, Flash couldn't help feeling phantom touches against his skin—as if she were still holding him. When he felt something being pulled down over his head, however, Flash shook off the aftereffects of a good mommy-snuggle and followed the repeated directions.

"Arms up and to the side. Good girl." Celestia was now able to pull the puffy-sleeved maid dress down Flash's torso, feeding his arms through the sleeves and getting the loose top onto his shoulders.

The feel of the soft silk against his torso was heavenly for Flash. It was like his sheets, but frilly. For a moment he lost track of what Celestia was doing as he thought on the idea of frilly sheets, but when she started to lace up the back of the dress, his mind was jerked back. "T-Tight."

"Too tight?" Celestia asked. When Flash nodded, she quickly eased off the laces a little. "Better?"

She'd been so quick to make him comfortable that Flash wanted to reward her. "Yes. Thank you, mommy."

The beaming smile Flash saw in the mirror was worth the renewed embarrassment. He watched Celestia come up behind him, bring her arms over his shoulders and pull him back against her in a hug. The position had the side effect of forcing him to look at himself in the mirror, and what he saw was so different to his old style.

It wasn't a costume "sexy" maid dress. The skirts came down to the top of his ankles. There was still a layering of white skirts under the black outer one, but it sat neatly and didn't make him look like a joke. The dress came up his chest, hugging against him, until it reached the folded white collar that was so lacy it looked like someone had spent years creating it.

The sleeves that came down his arms stopped just above his elbows, where more ruffled white lace peeked out from under it. Flash looked into Celestia's eyes as she rested her chin on the top of his head and smiled at her.

"Does my little lady like her dress?" Celestia asked.

Flash didn't trust his voice. He would squeal, whine, or gasp—so he just nodded to Celestia. The motion of his rosy cheeked head moving caused the dress to move slightly, the hem of the skirts brushing his shins. That's when Flash let out a little gasp anyway.

"That's not all, Flashy. Sit down on the bed and let mommy put on your new shoes." Letting go of Flash at last, Celestia reached out to take the shoes from the little pile of accessories she'd laid out.

Watching Celestia move in the mirror, Flash slowly turned around too and climbed up on the bed. Each step he took reminded him he was wearing a dress, but what was more surprising was how tight he felt again. The grip of the chastity cage was unyielding. The device was perfectly sized for him to allow him a little firmness but, ultimately, he couldn't get hard while wearing it. "Focus on the dress," he said under his breath.

Celestia waited for the blushing boi to get his rump up on the bed before crouching down. "Right leg first."

Lifting his right leg, Flash watched as Celestia slipped a small white sock over his foot first. The opening of the sock, of course, was frilly and had a little ribbon sewn onto it and tied in a bow at the front. Like the skirts, the sock was so soft it made him wiggle his thighs in delight.

The shoe, when she slipped it over his foot, wasn't too over the top. It had a heel of two inches—which would add only slightly to his petite height—but the front of the shoe was thin. There was a little black ribbon on the footwear that Celestia wrapped around his ankle and tied in a bow just below that of the sock.

"Other one now, little princess."

She was going all-in on the girly-talk today, or so Flash thought. He let his right leg hang back down and lifted his left one. Again a dainty sock and a slightly-heeled shoe was set on his foot, and the lace ribbon of the shoe tied in a pretty bow.

"Stand up, Flashy." Celestia's hand gathered up the last item from the bed. "Follow me and we'll take care of your hair in the living room."

With Celestia leaving the room, Flash was left to stand on his own and follow. Setting his feet to the floor felt strange—his feet were tilted so that his heels were higher than the balls of his feet. When he stood up on them, they felt stranger still.

His balance was forward, the shoes making him tilt a little until he fought with his body to make himself lean back and straighten his legs. With an almost constant blush at the range of new, feminine sensations, Flash took his first step in the raised-heel shoes and almost fell over. He'd tried to plant his heel first, but with the extra size of the heel that made the shoe grip while his leg was half extended.

Throwing his arms out to the side, he windmilled them a little before regaining his balance. Bringing his back-foot forward was easy, pushing it out in front of him less so. Each step to the door resulted in a scuffing sound from the heels of his shoes, and from there he spotted Celestia stepping into the living room.
> 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 2
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It was tempting for Flash to try running to the living room to get it over with, but so far his efforts at balancing were a red flag on that. Instead, focusing on each step carefully, he walked down the hall and used his hands on the walls to balance.

By the time he reached the living room, he was getting a little more used to having his feet on an angle. Turning into the room, Flash spotted Celestia sitting on the edge of the couch with an array of brushes, combs, and a spray bottle beside her. He knew at once what was coming, and his thighs rubbed together in a moment of girlish glee at the thought of what he was about to go through.

Lifting her head, Celestia's smile brought brightness and warmth to the room when she spotted Flash. "Come in here, sweetie, and sit down so I can do your hair." She parted her legs and patted the couch cushion between them.

Walking into the room with all the elegance and grace of a tiny puppy walking for the first time, Flash managed to wobble near enough to take Celestia's offered hand. With support, he turned—his heart racing—and he folded his legs underneath him so that his back was to the couch and Celestia and his rear was on the floor.

With his skirt all bunched up this way and that, Flash started to squirm a little to set it right. Then a tiny voice in his head told him "What does Rarity do?" so he thought back to the times he'd been in the elegant woman's presence, remembered watching the very picture of femininity arrange herself after sitting, and carefully pressed and folded his dress under him and turned his legs slightly.

"What do you say?"

The words were spoken just like a mother reminding their child that they needed to mind their manners. Flash, blushing furiously at having to be reminded like that, squeezed his eyes closed. "Thank you." All his tension and embarrassment faded, though, when he felt Celestia's hand comb through his hair.

"Good girl." Running both hands through Flash's hair now, Celestia tousled it around before selecting a soft brush. "My, but your hair's getting longer. Soon we'll be able to put this up in something of a do."

Flash's mind was already starting to wander and his thoughts broke apart each time Celestia ran her fingers over his scalp, but when the brush touched his head and moved under her expert care, Flash leaned back and let out a soft sigh. Pure relaxation poured down from wherever the brush touched.

Vaguely, he was aware of each stroke of the brush, then comb, as they worked through his hair. It was strange how much he'd let his hair grow since moving in—it was just another thing he let Celestia take care of for him. That was a list he had to admit was getting rather long.

The combing soon had some added spritzing from the water bottle. Flash had his eyes closed already, listening to Celestia as she hummed away joyously. Something got his attention, though, and opening his eyes he saw a pretty girl sitting before him. Sure, she didn't have any makeup on, but her blue hair was styled to have cute bangs.

"How's it look, sweetie?"

Flash almost needed to do a double-take. Blinking, he realized the pretty girl was just him in a mirror. He gulped and watched his eyelashes move, his expression turn to surprise, then the blush grow in his cheeks.

But Flash's mouth was dry. He had no clue how to properly respond to Celestia's question, though he knew roughly how she wanted him to respond. Without anything better coming to mind, he decided on the latter. "It looks great, Mom!" Flash looked at the cute hairdo again and had to bite his lower lip.

Finishing things with just a few flicks of her fingers, Celestia said, "Now, let's get you up and—" Her phone rang, breaking her focus. "Luna? Is something wrong?"

Flash leaned back a little more, his head planting firmly in Celestia's crotch as he gazed up at her body through the curtain of his new hairstyle. What he saw, however, was the underside of her breasts.

"Oh! Well, I don't think she'd say no to that—or that." There was a slight pause before Celestia said, "Indeed. Oh, just make sure you get enough for a few days; for both of us."

When she tapped the end-call button, Celestia reached down to cup Flash's chin with her free hand. "Luna's got a surprise for our little girl."

She could have been telling Flash about Canterlot High School's latest fiscal reports and he would have drank in her words all the same. Being held there, his head pressed back against her and looking up at Celestia's bust was literally the most relaxing and wonderful thing he could think of.

"But before she gets home, you need to put your face on."

Flash leaned forward a fraction, but turned to face Celestia—only to see exactly where his head had been resting. He looked up, not seeing her face past her chest, then lowered his eyes back down. A scent reached him. The smell was subtle, but rich and musky. Between his legs, Flash's shaft stirred in the cage and he found himself rubbing his thighs together.

He was swift and decisive—so much so that Celestia clearly hadn't noticed what he was up to until he pressed his nose and mouth against the spot where the scent was coming from.

The gasp from above him made Flash smile. Thanking Celestia by playing her wonderful games was one thing, but he knew she had more needs than just that. He watched as her hand reached down to gather up her dress and, slowly, she drew up the hem of it.

Flash stared incomprehensibly for a moment until he remembered what her intent would be.  Smiling in anticipation, he dipped his head under the fabric.

"Flashy, no being too naughty down there, okay?"

"No"—Flash's head swam with the scent of Celestia's arousal and he couldn't stop himself from gently pulling down the hem of her underwear with his teeth to reveal his prize—"Mama."

"Well, so long as you—you don't make a mess, little princess."

Flash's sharp hearing picked up the sigh of relieved pressure that left Celestia when he finally found her softness. He let the dress cascade over his back and down, and nuzzled up between Celestia's thighs to get cozy and start devouring her.

Alone with Celestia's scent, taste, and intimate parts, Flash let his whole world narrow down to the task before him. In his time with the sisters, Luna had been the one to teach him more about pleasuring a woman than all the awkward relationships in high school could possibly have managed. Even with his eyes closed he knew where to apply pressure, how to rub the right places, and everything that would make Celestia clutch at him and moan.

The sound of the front door opening and closing, and footsteps approaching barely even registered for Flash, though Luna's bootsteps did.

"You've got her under your dress, don't you?" Luna asked.

"Mmmmaybe." Celestia drew out the word, mostly because her little boitoy had his tongue sunk inside her.

Flash wanted to make Celestia happier, and he knew that she loved it when he made her stumble on her words. Focusing, he worked his tongue along her inner lips and to a special spot he knew always got her engine running a little faster.

"I picked up everything we talked about as well as something for lunch. Since our little sissy seems to be eating already, I guess she doesn't want anything."

Things weren't about to change, and Flash knew it. Celestia was an impossible nut to crack—he'd never once gotten her to climax, despite hours of oral care, though she didn't seem to mind in the least. But, despite his efforts not getting her off, that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy the signs of her enjoyment.

Barely hearing the two sisters chat, Flash saw to his duty of giving Celestia the best care he could. Time lost its meaning, and the only thing that mattered was the soft gasps and giggles that Celestia made.

He didn't notice at first when Celestia lifted her dress back up, or when she reached down to him and drew him back from his task. Licking his lips clean, and trying to ignore how tired his tongue felt, Flash blinked a few times at the big smile on Celestia's face. "Mommy?"

Celestia looked at Flash proudly, then passed him over to Luna after kissing his nose. "Mommy's going to have to leave you with Luna while she goes and gets changed. Maybe Luna will do your makeup?"

"Yeah, yeah. Pass her here. You spoil her, you know that C?" Luna reached out to Flash and—without showing any strain at all—lifted him onto the footrest before her. "Sit up straight on there and let me get you looking sexy."

Straddling the footrest, Flash folded his hands in front of him and then gasped—the pressure revealed that the panties he was wearing were soaked through with what he'd been leaking while servicing Celestia. A look at Luna showed that she hadn't noticed, though, so he tried to keep hiding it.

"Let's try some eye shadow first," Luna said, "then some eyeliner, and maybe something for those gorgeous lips of yours. Close your eyes."

Flash was nothing if not obedient to Luna and Celestia. Closing his eyes, he soon felt her painting something onto his eyelids. He dared not open his eyes, he knew, because not only would Luna be mad with him, but it would smudge everything.

"Your lashes are, I think, your hottest attribute. Just the way they frame your pretty eyes makes me want to do unspeakable things to you." Though she was talking herself up, Flash could feel the fine brush in Luna's hand trace around his eyelids. "I've gotten you some pretty outfits to wear this week. One I had to get specially made just in your size."

Squirming again, Flash wanted to open his eyes. "W-What did you get?"

"Okay, you can open your eyes." Luna was looking directly into Flash's eyes from so close that it made his thighs grind again just at the intimacy of it. "You're the most gorgeous little sissy I think I've ever seen, Flashy. Tomorrow night, for sure, I'm gonna have so much fun with you."

Unable to hold back, Flash leaned forward to kiss Luna, only to find his lips pressing to a hard surface while he stared into pretty blue eyes, wrapped around with a light blue eye shadow, and highlighted by a thin black liner. The pretty blue bangs that hung down the other's face was what gave away that it was a mirror again. "Wow."

"Damn straight 'wow'. Now you can see how hard it is to do your makeup without ravishing your sweet assets, Flashy." She pulled the mirror away and held up a stick of lipstick. "Hold very still."

The pop of the cover of the lipstick, the feel of its soft surface drawing across his lips in one direction, then back the other, almost had Flash breaking the command he'd been given.

"Now purse your lips and roll them together. Come on, you've seen this in movies before—I bet you've even fantasized about it."

He had, on both counts. Flash rolled his lips together, feeling the lipstick spread over his lips and then looked up at Luna. "C-Can you show me?"

"Such a needy little sissy, aren't you?" Luna held up the mirror for him, nonetheless, and let Flash see the electric-blue lipstick adoring his face.

Flash stared in open shock, but couldn't stop himself pursing his lips, then turning his head a little and flicking his bangs out of his vision—only for them to fall back into it again.

"Want me to do your nails and toes, too?" Luna asked.

Uncomfortably aware of the wetness in his panties, and the swelling of his bladder, Flash nodded. "But first I need to use the little—little girls room." He adjusted his words, remembering the last time he'd called it anything but that with Luna around.

Sighing, Luna nodded to him. "Go on, then, but don't you dare touch your lips. If you ruin that lipstick, I'm not reapplying it." Despite the harsh words, Luna's face had a smile on it. The expression warred with the severity of the words.

"Yes, mo—" Again Flash gulped back what he was going to say. He'd gotten so used to the day being Celestia's, and his new language to use with her, that Luna's position had gotten mixed up in his head. "Yes, mistress."

Standing, Flash made sure to turn just enough in place that Luna would see the opportunity to do something fun. He didn't brace for it, even as he felt her hand connect with his rump. The fabric of his dress took any and all sting from the smack, leaving only a warm feeling of giddy submission as Luna's laughter chased him from the room.

It wasn't until Flash was in the hallway that he realized he'd just walked—even hustled—on the heels. Looking down, however, he couldn't see them. Even when he tried to gather and squish his dress, there was always just enough fabric to hide his feet.

"Don't think about them." Flash focused on the bathroom door and walked. There was more movement in his feet than normal as the shoes decided where they wanted his feet to land, roll, and lift, and that movement translated up his legs to his hips. Though he would completely deny it if anyone asked, he liked how it made him feel.

The bathroom presented new challenges. Flash had to gather up his dress—front and back—and approached the toilet with great caution. This left him still wearing the panties. "Alright, new plan."

Holding up the front of his dress, Flash reached under it to his panties and started tugging them down. What surprised Flash was the smell—the strong muskiness of male arousal. He blushed up a storm as he pulled the panties down and turned toward the mirror.

When he hiked up the dress, Flash saw the problem. He wasn't soft in the chastity cage at all. His shaft was straining against the inside of the device just as bad as it had when it had first been put on—he just didn't notice how aroused he was now. It felt comfortable. It felt good.

The good part was particularly attested to by the fact that his panties were absolutely soaked in precum. It was a veritable typhoon of arousal and, as if his trapped penis sensed his eyes gazing at it, another pearl of clear fluid leaked from the opening in the chastity cage.

He stared. It was unbelievable how aroused he actually was, and that only made it worse. A second bead of precum leaked from the cage. A plan formed, though, and with a lot of focus Flash put it into action.

By the time he was done, and walking back into the living room, the musky scent was gone but the front of his panties were bulging a little with the toilet paper he'd shoved down there. He just hoped his dress would hide any more of the boyish arousal.

"There you are. Hop up here and let me see your feet." Luna's tone brooked no disobedience. She patted the couch beside her and already had some toe-spacers and nail polish picked out. There were three little bottles—white, gold flecks, and a clear coat.

Flash felt trapped. He looked at the couch, and how he'd have to sit with his legs up, and feared for his ability to keep his little ongoing problem a secret. Sitting on the couch beside Luna, Flash turned and carefully tucked the dress up between his legs to muffle the smell of aroused boi as best he could.

"How do you like the shoes? Maybe I could get something with a higher heel for you." Luna took command of Flash's feet, carefully removing the shoes and then his socks. "My sister might be a big softy, but sometimes I do like her choices. These socks are gorgeous."

His eyes were locked on Luna's nose rather than the socks. He was terrified that her nostrils would flare and she'd smell the mess he'd made. He was sure he could smell it himself and, blushing, was sure that it was only making the problem worse. "W-What are they? I didn't get a chance to look when she put them on me."

"Look for yourself. The little fairies dancing around the hem are, I'll admit, cute." Luna tossed one of the socks over Flash's dress so he could inspect it.

Holding the sock up to inspect it, Flash felt Luna removing his other shoe and sock. The little fairies were all dressed alternately in pink or yellow, holding hands and fluttering around his ankles—at least, they had been. "Mom's started doing more."

Luna paused a moment, then continued by bracing Flash's ankles on her lap and stuffing cotton between his toes. "She decided you were ready for something more, and if you're calling her mom on the first day of it, I think she was right. You are one of the prettiest girls I've ever known—it's time you let that side of yourself show."

That Luna hadn't said a thing about him calling Celestia mom made Flash's heart skip a beat. His mind raced. Had they planned it? Had they said a lot more on their phones than they'd said? His mind raced while Luna patted his toes clean with a damp cloth. When the first feathery touch of the white-laden nail brush touched his big toe, Flash almost jerked back to reality.

"If you move, little girl, there will be so much punishment coming your way tomorrow." Luna's voice was measured and deep, like liquid honey dribbling over Flash's brain. "Tia insisted on this pattern."

The way she worked let Flash watch as she first painted each nail on both feet with white, then went back with the sparkly gold glitter-coat. The style of white with gold glitter was perfectly in theme with Celestia's sunny disposition, and it made Flash feel a little more kept to be effectively branded with it. "N-No one will be able to see it, though."

Luna looked up at Flash's face, her dark eyes flickering with some inner excitement. "But we'll all know it's there, won't we? Besides, I'll do your fingers next."

Unable to help himself, Flash giggled. The sound was musical and airy, carefree and girly. This meant his hands flew up to try to stifle his slip, but it was too late.

"Sometimes I wonder if we're playing with the same girl, Flash. Everything Tia does and has me do with you just makes you sweeter and cuter, but when you're in my care, you always end up so needy. Which are you? Adorable little princess or needy boi-toy?"

"She's both, Lu." Celestia walked into the living room with her hair bound up in a towel and another wrapped around her from chest to just past her almost-exposed hips. "When you're done with our little angel, how about you do my hair?"

Rolling her eyes to Flash, Luna didn't halt for a second in her work on his toenails. "I swear, if you didn't have exquisite taste, I'd not be able to live here."

Flash shivered at the look of possessiveness Luna gave him. He expected Celestia to sit on one of the armchairs, but instead she approached the couch.

"Lift your head up, Flashy."

No sooner did Flash comply than Celestia sat down where his head and shoulders were and patted her almost completely exposed lap. Without a thought for the consequences in his panties, Flash eased back and lay his head down on that heavenly thigh. "Thank you, M-Mommy."

The look Flash got from Celestia would have made his toes curl if Luna hadn't already admonished him for squirming. The raw love and caring in her eyes filled his heart with warmth—at its very core, the sensation was belonging, but extended right up to fitting in. She didn't just accept his gentle ways, she encouraged them.

"Oh, my precious little angel." Celestia pressed her hand to Flash's forehead, her moisturized palm feeling so soft and gentle there, even when she started to stroke his hair back from his head.

Of course, it wouldn't have been easy for Flash to even see Celestia's face. If she hadn't been leaning forward to glance down at him and been without her usual push-up bra, his view would have been completely obstructed by her joyously-sized chest.

Not that Flash dwelled on Celestia's chest. Instead, he nuzzled his cheek against the soft towel that was the only thing between him and her belly.

With Celestia's hand gently brushing at Flash's bangs, he was lulled into a state of passive bliss. Luna moved from his toes to kneeling on the floor beside him—taking his hand—and he just let it happen. Neither woman seemed intent to make large requests of him.

"That work is exquisite, Lu."

"As if I was going to do anything but my best work on this little cutie pie."

"Why, sister, are you coming over to my way of thinking?"

Laying there, the object of their conversation watched Celestia's chest and face from the intimate location of her lap. Feeling Luna's close attention on his fingers was pampering unlike any he'd ever felt before.

"You know why I'm doing this, Tia."

"Two days in a row." Celestia's tone was laden with humor. "You'll help me pretty this little girl up in exchange for two days with her all to yourself."

Flash, who hadn't heard of this, perked his ears and surfaced just a little from the delicate and soft prison he let his mind wander into. Tilting his head toward Luna, he caught her eyes and got a big smile from his mistress.

Luna, to Flash, was a force of nature. Arguing with her in the bedroom was as effective as shouting at a storm cloud. She would tie him up, or bind him to the bed, or any of a dozen other things she liked to do to him—and there was nothing Flash could or would do to stop her.

"I've made plans." Luna held Flash's eyes with her own, not allowing him to look away by the sheer intensity of her gaze. "You remember Rainbow Dash?"

Still brushing at Flash's hair with her fingers, Celestia said, "Yes?"

"She wanted to catch up. We're going to have a little fun on the court, and I thought to myself, Who would be the perfect ballboi to bring along?"

Already picturing what Luna would have him wear. It would be tight and revealing. She liked outfits that showed off skin, but also betrayed sexuality. A shiver ran through him at the thought of it, and he just knew he was making more of a mess in his panties.

"Other hand now," Luna said.

"Just tennis? Surely you have something else in store for our little darling?" Wiggling a finger down to Flash's ear, Celestia rubbed behind it like an owner would do with their pet cat.

First reaching across his chest with his other hand, Flash found himself tilting his head into the attention—making Flash wish for a tail he could flick, just like a cat.

Luna started painting his other fingernails while the first white coat dried. "Of course I have more things in mind, but our little girl just loves surprises. Don't you?"

Flash wanted to nod, wanted to tell her he loved her surprises, or any of a dozen things to show his appreciation for Luna's efforts. When he opened his mouth to reply, Celestia found a spot behind his ear and all that left his lips was a soft squeak.

Blushing at his slip, Flash was further mortified by both women giggling at him. Celestia's giggle was warm and motherly, while Luna's was more throaty and filled with promises of what she had planned. Together the two women in his life made him squirm his legs together in girlish embarrassment.

"Don't shift your legs too much. That clear coat takes a while to dry." Luna's admonishment coincided with her need to swap hands again.

"S-Sorry, mistress."

His eyes still on Luna, Flash froze in his squirming as she leaned in and kissed his cheek. He was already blushing way too much to manage more color in his cheeks, but the smooch was its own reward.

"How long has it been since you've seen Rainbow?" Luna didn't pull back far, keeping her position and looming over Flash.

It took Flash a large context swap to get to a frame of mind to process the question. He thought back to school, to graduation, and to the year he spent out on the world working. "I haven't seen her since graduation."

"I keep track of all my graduates. Rainbow Dash found her stride, as it were, in college. I was rather surprised to see her while shopping. We got to talking, mostly about sports and entertainment, and that's where the topic of tennis came up." Swapping from one dainty foot to the other, Luna paused between each sentence to blow on Flash's nails.

Inspecting his nails, Flash gently nibbled on his lower lip at the way they sparkled. They were such a minor thing, but his nails being painted made Flash feel pretty. He was about to ask about Rainbow's friends when he spotted Luna's nose twitching.

Panic hit Flash, panic that grew as Luna leaned down a little closer. She tilted her head up to gaze into Flash's eyes, leaned close, and whispered, "What's going on here? You smell like someone's been teasing you all day—and that's my job."

"I—Well—That is—" Flash silenced himself, knowing full well Luna could and would use his words to embarrass him. But then, he liked a little embarrassment. "I made a little mess," he whispered.

"What are you two talking about?" Celestia asked.

"I messed up one of her nails. Let me haul this twitchy little girl off to the bathroom to clean the polish off that one and redo it." Luna slipped off the couch and to her feet, her motion smooth and agile, then she scooped one arm under Flash's knees and one under his back.

When Luna stood up, and Flash was draped over her arms in a classic damsel-in-distress pose, he couldn't help but let out a girlish squeal of surprise. There he was, held in the arms of one of the two most dominant women he'd ever met, and she was going to steal him away and find out his secret.
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Flash tried not to kick his feet as Luna carried him down the hall, but the urge was too strong.

"You're all squirmy. Relax and tell me what the problem is." Turning sharply at the bathroom door, Luna carried flash into the room, closed the door, and fastened the lock.

Flash was caught a little by surprise when Luna slid him down, pulled his dress up, and set him on the toilet seat. The strong, musky smell was evident and he was unable to escape the reality that his attempt with toilet paper had failed.

"What in the world is—" Luna lowered herself to her knees and hooked her thumbs in Flash's panties to pull them down his legs. This, of course, gave her a point-blank blast of boi-arousal. "You really like that cage, don't you?"

"Y-Yes." Admitting such things was a guilty pleasure for Flash, but a pleasure nonetheless. Even just talking about it made his shaft tighten further in the cage. "I-I made a mess earlier. I tried to clean it up."

"Wait here. I have an idea that can help you." Standing up, Luna turned and unlocked the door.

Flash watched her leave with mounting worry. He'd been into Luna's room to clean it many times, but only once had she left her closet open. The sight of all the toys and restraints—all neatly hung on the doors and inside of the closet—would provide fantasies for the rest of his life. He had no clue what they all did, but that didn't stop him squirming his legs together in sissy glee at the possibility that he'd now find out.

When Luna returned to the bathroom (once again locking the door behind her), Flash could only see one thing different—she had her purse with her. He didn't dare move a muscle, not sure what her plan was.

Kneeling down again, Luna reached into her purse and pulled out some soft wipes. "Pay attention. If you're going to be wearing that cage in the future—and I think my sister seems set on you doing so—you'll need to know how to get and stay clean."

Staring, trying to ignore how much he was straining inside the cage, Flash witnessed Luna cleaning him up with a wipe—the light lemon scent slowly replacing that of his own arousal. It occurred to him that Luna wasn't really teasing him. "Thank you."

Dabbing away the last few drops (that Flash had made while she'd been cleaning him), Luna was reaching back to her purse again when her phone beeped.

Flash had to sit there while Luna pulled something paper wrapped from her bag along with her phone. He knew well that Luna wouldn't tolerate him trying to do something silly like get away.

"Oh my. Well, that's a definite yes." Luna tapped away on her phone, presumably sending a message. "It appears Rainbow has spoken to her significant other, and they want to make it a doubles game."

"O-Okay." Eyes fixed on the paper package, Flash barely registered what Luna said.

"Celestia will be out all day, so that means you'll be playing doubles with me." Placing her phone back in her purse, Luna started to unwrap the little paper package. It was small, about the size of her palm, and she kept her eyes on Flash's face as she unfolded the pantyliner. "Those won't do at all."

It was squirming time for Flash. He recognized what Luna had in her hands, but it was her taking his panties off that had his shaft exploring the tightness of the cage to the best of its efforts. With the offending (and still rather musky) panties off, Flash froze stock-still at the sight of a pair of black, silk panties that Luna started working onto him. "Those are—?"

"Mine. You had better not ruin them with your mess." Tugging the panties up to Flash's knees, Luna reached for the pantyliner and drew it out of the packaging. "This is how big girls keep themselves from making a mess."

There was so much going on that Flash wasn't sure what was the most embarrassing. He had Luna showing him how to put a sanitary pad into a pair of her own silk panties that he knew were soon to be girding his loins. "L-L—Auntie Luna?"

Luna's head jerked up and looked at Flash for a few seconds before a big smile spread to her lips and made her eyes light up. "What is it, Flashy?"

"H-How is this going to help? I'll make a mess still, and it will be in your panties, and then—" He halted as a dark blue finger pressed to his lips. Flash froze, unable to talk with such an imposing gesture.

"You are about to learn the wonder of these pads, Flashy. That mess you made will be fine." Luna pulled the panties up and over Flash's thighs, then his hips. "But don't think you can just raid my supply. This one is a gift, but you're going to have to start buying your own."

Life was becoming both more complicated and more embarrassing, but there was only one answer he could give. "Yes, Auntie Luna."

"Good girl. Now, to make things easier, I'll come with you for your first trip." Standing up, Luna put the wipes she'd used on Flash in the little trash bin and tucked the Tinkerbell panties into the empty wrapper the pantyliner had come in. "Freshen yourself up and we'll go."

"But—But—But I'm wearing a—"

"Dress? Of course you are. Now freshen up." Luna turned for the door and walked over to unlock and open it. "Don't forget to come back to the living room so I can put your shoes and socks back on."

Flash just stared at the dark and sexy goddess of a woman as she left him alone. There was only one thing he could do under the circumstances. Holding his skirts up, Flash stood and turned to examine himself in the mirror.

Obvious was the black panties. They looked almost painted-on. There was a hint of lace at the seams, but apart from that they were the smoothest looking fabric he'd seen in his life. The front of them, of course, was outlining the chastity device he wore—and even now started to strain again thanks to examining himself in the mirror.

Less noticeable was Flash's fingernails. He held up a hand to the mirror and couldn't stop giggling at how pretty they looked. Letting go of the dress, Flash let it drop to its full length and then patted down the skirts to have them sitting right again. "I can't believe I'm going to do this. How can I be going to do this?"

With his dress neat again, Flash washed his hands in the sink and took a big breath. His first real step wearing the panties almost made him shudder. They clung to his hips and felt like he was wearing nothing at all.

Taking a moment to banish a meme or three, he opened the bathroom door and headed into the hallway. The swish of silk against his most sensitive flesh was rivaled only by the cotton-like padding in the front of them.

Walking to the living room, Flash heard soft sighs in the air. Airy, feminine sounds that inspired an image in his mind of a cute girl faced with very girlish problems. When he realized, upon reaching the doorway to the living room, that it was him making the sounds…

"Blushing again? My word but our girl must be constantly having the most curious thoughts. Come to Mommy and let aunt Luna put your socks and shoes on." Celestia, still wearing a single, large towel, held her hands out wide for Flash in invitation.

Not one to ever turn down a cuddle with his mommy, Flash didn't stop blushing all the way over to Celestia. He turned at the last moment to sit beside her, but Celestia caught his waist and lifted him onto her lap.

"Sis, you've…" Luna seemed hesitant to continue speaking and, instead, sat down on the floor and started putting Flash's socks back on.

"Don't be silly, Lulu. It's just us girls here. What's a little wardrobe malfunction when I have my little darling to snuggle?"

When Celestia hugged him back against her chest, Flash felt what they were talking about by way of two heavy breasts pressed against his shoulders and neck. "M-M-Mommy?"

"Just lean back and let your aunt Lulu put your shoes back on. She told me you and her are going for a little shopping trip. Something about tennis skirts and special shoes?" With one hand around Flash's tummy, Celestia kept him pinned in place against her naked torso. Being larger than the boi, if he'd turned his head a little he'd see the large white breasts flanking his neck.

Luna seemed to be taking an age to get Flash's shoes back on. He tried to lean forward to see what she was doing, but between Celestia's firm grip and the dress he wore, Flash had no chance.

Each breath Celestia took, Flash could feel. It was almost unbearable to have the woman of his dreams (at least half of them) pressing her naked self against his back, but there wasn't much he could or would do. As far as Celestia or Luna's sexual pleasure went, Flash knew his dick was off the menu.

"Okay, Flashy, let's get to the mall before they close." Luna stood up, revealing her full height to Flash as she loomed over him slightly. She held out her hand to him—half offer, half command.

Reaching up, Flash let Luna capture his hand in hers and was pulled to his feet and out of Celestia's grip. A new desire filled him—a new ache. Twitching, biting his lip, he slowly started to turn his head back to look at Celestia, only to see the towel was back in its place and constraining her chest.

It was something he'd dreamed of, the times he'd been in class in high school and she was substituting in for a missing teacher. Not that he was the only one who had dreamed of getting intimate with their teacher, but Flash was fairly sure he was the only guy who'd dreamed of just sitting on her lap and leaning against those pillows.

"Flash, did you hear anything I just said?" Luna asked.

Like a deer in headlights, Flash carefully shook his head. Lying to Luna would be its own tragedy. "I-I was thinking about—about when I used to d-daydream…" He was stuttering way more than even usual when he got caught by one of the sisters.

Luna delivered Flash a look that said, We will have words later, and tugged on his arm. "We shouldn't be too long, Tia."

Desperate to keep up with Luna, Flash was pulled along in a rush of submissive bliss as she got him into the car (being careful of his dress) and on their way to do some shopping. They were halfway there before she cleared her throat. "What was the daydream about?"

"I—It's really embarrassing."

"Is it about me?" The weight Luna put on the pronoun should have been illegal in public; it sounded so good.

"N-No. C-Celestia."

"Mmmm…" Luna dragged the sound out like she was tasting something delicious and sweet. "Tell me about it and I promise she will never hear it from me."

"It's still embarrassing." It took another full minute for Flash to work up the nerve to actually spill the details of his first boyhood fantasy. "She's got really big—"

"Tits. Breasts. I know, Flash, trust me. There's a young woman deep inside me that always wishes she had a chest like that, but then the realist in me reminded me how much she pays for bras and how often she complains of a sore back." Sparing just a single look, Luna managed to convey the agony of the younger sister to Flash. "Sorry, you were saying?"

"I wasn't the only guy who looked at her like the rest of the world didn't exist." Just thinking about telling Luna what his fantasy was made Flash squirm a little in his seat. "I just wanted to sit on her lap and snuggle against her chest. I know it's pretty tame."

Pulling into the mall, Luna slowed and parked the car before speaking again. "Flash, that wasn't easy for you to admit, was it?" When Flash shook his head, she smiled and leaned across to kiss his cheek. "Which is why I will reward you. I won't tell Tia, like I promised, but I will get her to hold you like that."

The cage around his penis felt a hundred sizes too small. "Y-You mean it?" His thighs wouldn't stop squirming and he knew—for sure—that the pad was doing serious work to keep him dry.

"When we started, Flash, what did I tell you?"

"Today?"

"No, when you first moved in. I told you I'd make your deepest dreams come true."

Moving into the house with the sisters had been a heady rush. Flash had thought it would just be a job—a live-in job, but still just a job. What he'd gotten, however, was a ride he'd never forget. He shivered in the car, despite it being perfectly warm. "I thought you were teasing."

"I was, but it can be two things." Luna climbed out of the car, leaving Flash sitting there to realize that he was about to go out in public wearing a dress.

"L-Luna?"

Walking around to Flash's side of the car, Luna opened the door. "What's the matter?" She spoke as if she couldn't possibly think why Flash would be nervous.

This was part of Luna's games, Flash knew too well. She would want him to tell her what was making him embarrassed, she would have him then embrace that embarrassment, and then she would reward him for it all. "I'm still wearing a maid dress." He said it as he was climbing out of the car, struggling against the blush that seemed intent on plastering itself to his face.

"And yet you climbed out anyway. You're a good girl, Flash Sentry." Taking Flash's hand, Luna guided him away from the car, using her free one to lock the vehicle, and led the way toward the front door of the mall.

It was all a mind game for Flash. He walked across the parking lot, his thighs gliding together in girlish embarrassment, but with Luna's hand in his he couldn't stop. She was so solid and commanding—uncompromising. He had no choice, or so he told himself, but to follow her lead.

The cool blast of air as Flash entered the mall failed to cool down the heat in his cheeks. Everyone would surely turn his way, raise their arm—then a finger—and point at him.

Any second now.

There! Someone pointed… at something in a store window.

No one was staring. No one even so much as batted an eyelash at him. That didn't stop him from being a spooked bundle of nerves that jumped every time someone so much as glanced his way.

"All they see is a woman leading her niece around the mall. You should just relax and enjoy the sights." Luna turned and took the two of them into a huge department store. "Come on, our destination is feminine care products. Select us a basket."

Reaching out to pick up a basket in his free hand, Flash saw that nail polish he was wearing and, as if Celestia were there with him, he felt a boost. With a turn he would never take himself in this store, Luna led him deep into pink territory. There were bras and panties and other things that Flash didn't know the name of but knew they were meant to drive men wild.

"I hope you're looking forward to your tennis game tomorrow." Luna, clearly knowing the layout of the store, could focus her attention on Flash and still know the right turns to take them both to the feminine hygiene section. "With how much of a mess you're making, you're going to need thick pads."

The aisle ran half the length of the store, and fully half of it was filled with just pads. Flash stared in mute, male panic, but Luna led him along until they reached about a ten foot stretch of packages that all had the same color pattern as the one Luna had given him.

"Sport? Well, you will be playing sports, but I don't think they will do the work. You don't want to have to keep rushing to the bathroom to change pads—trust me there. Everyday? Of course not. Heavy days? Pregnancy pads? Okay, those are probably too much. Heavy ones will have to do." Reaching up, Luna selected a pack of pads and set it into Flash's basket. "Probably best to make it two, if you like the—ahem—equipment Tia got you, you are going to need to keep wearing these."

Flash looked down at the ground and pictured shreds of what remained of his masculinity falling away. This was definitely it. He was in a big department store, in a dress and shoes with heels, in the fem—

"Flash, come on dear." Luna tugged at Flash's hand—which on the whole was a rather effective way to move him around. "We might need to come up with a better name for you than Flash. It just doesn't have a good feminine edge to it. Don't you think so?"

It was enough of a change of topic that Flash forgot his existing problems to latch onto it. "Do I—Do I really need one?"

Luna stopped and pinned Flash with a look. "You can use it now if you want to tell me no."

Safeword. Flash had one—he had a few for Luna, actually—but there was a general word he could say that would stop all the embarrassment and they would just be two adults shopping together and talking normally. "I-I-I'm fine. Thank you."

His words earned Flash a playful tousle of his hair. "Good girl." Luna gave Flash a moment, and when he nodded she smiled and tickled his chin. "Come along, you're going to need some more panties to use with those."

Panties. It was more than just a word to Flash, it was a concept and—now—a way of life. His tangled and distractible brain took that moment to remind him that he was wearing Luna's panties. They were so soft, so precious, and so billowy in some places. Flash knew his boyish behind didn't compare to Luna's curves, but a boi could dream.

"Fleurette?" Luna asked.

The word drew Flash from his musings to the owner of said panties. "S-Sorry?"

"You are just a bundle of distraction today, aren't you? I was musing on a name for you. Fleurette sounds nice, and catches in my ear nicely. It has a nice shortened version—Fleur." Pulling her phone from her purse, Luna started typing away on it. "Put these in your basket."

Flash mutely took the three pairs of silky panties from Luna and put them in his shopping basket. He barely noticed the patterns on them: the first pair were simple and pink, another had a sun motif, and the last had a dark blue/black with a moon on them and lace around the edges. He knew for sure what Luna would have him wearing.

"Tia likes it, but she wants to give it a test run before committing." Luna put her phone away. "Okay, and just a few little things now." Flash was a little less passive now and walked at Luna's side, hand-in-hand with her still. They stopped at the makeup counter. "I'll need a soft yellow lip gloss and a strong chap stick."

Behind the counter, the bored woman turned and fetched four items. "The yellow gloss comes in glitter and non-glitter. The chap stick has two flavors: cherry and grape."

"I believe I'll take all four, thank you." Luna looked down at Flash and caught him looking back up at her. "Trust me. If we're going to spend time on the court, those chap sticks will be worth their weight in gold."

For just a moment Flash caught the sales assistant's bored, despondent glance and there was no recognition at all—no hint that she sensed Flash was anything other than what he looked like.

Just as Luna guided Flash away from the makeup counter, though, he caught sight of himself in a mirror. It was just a glance—a flash of Flash—but without looking closer and focusing on details all he saw was a girl wearing a dress. "Do I look like that?"

"What was that, dear?" Luna asked as they neared the registers.

"I just saw myself in the mirror and I don't look like a guy."

Putting an arm around Flash's shoulders, Luna gave him a hug. "Of course you don't. Now put the things on the belt for the lady to scan."

A little numbed by the realization that he looked feminine enough to easily pass for a girl, Flash put the panties, the lip balm, the gloss, and the sanitary pads up without even giving it much thought. He was so distracted with the thought that he missed the woman ringing them up asking him a question.

Luna squeezed Flash's shoulder again. "Sorry. She's a little overwhelmed right now."

The woman looked at Flash, then down at the things on the belt. "Oh! Of course. Poor dear. Well, I hope you have a great day tomorrow."

Flash was blushing just as hard as ever now. How closely had she looked at him? He knew, of course, that if he opened his mouth and replied, anything he said might alert her that he wasn't a girl. His voice was high, but not quite high enough to pass easily—or so he thought.

Luna paid for the items, collected them in a bag, and they made their way out of the store and out of the mall completely.

In the relative safety of the parking lot, Flash finally got up enough confidence to speak. "Did they really think I was a girl? My hair isn't long enough."

"And we're working on that, aren't we?" Luna seemed to love tousling his hair. "A little more and you will have it down far enough that we will need to style it."

Blushing at the thought, Flash tried to hide how much he wanted that—how much he really wanted that. It might not work with someone as astute as Luna was, but he could try. Ultimately, however, he couldn't win this fight. "How do you think I should wear it?"

Flash could tell when he'd made Luna happy, her face would break into the most glorious and radiant smile, and now that smile was bestowed upon him. It washed away his embarrassment, shame, and any lingering doubts he had about any aspect of his new life.

"Well, we'll need to trim those bangs for a start, but I think it will make you even more beautiful." Reaching her hand up, Luna tousled Flash's hair.

It surprised Flash how much bounce and body he felt in his hair. All his life he'd had it cut short into guy hairdos, but now? Now it felt silky and soft and there. What really hit him, though, was the way Luna had said "more beautiful", in that she already thought he was. For that matter, it wasn't handsome or hunky or any of the other epithets that males were tarred with. Beautiful.

The ride home was full of introspection. Luna kept quiet, and Flash couldn't help but join in the silence with his own, but it just meant his mind could race more effectively down each and every avenue of thought. He was beautiful—it had to be so, because Luna had said it. Even the girls in the mall hadn't for a second thought of him as anything but just another girl.

When they pulled-up at their house, Luna reached a hand over and held Flash's thigh—stilling his movement. "You've been squirming the whole trip. Good thoughts?"

Flash knew he was blushing again, but he didn't care about that right now. "The kinds that make me squirm." When the hand on his thigh squeezed just a little, it had him squirming again.

"We've had a lot of fun today, Flash, but you do remember you have a job to do?" Giving his leg one last squeeze, Luna climbed out of the car and went to the back of the car.

Climbing out, Flash barely got both legs turned and he caught sight of himself in the wing mirror. It was just a brief vision, but again it was a shock because in the moment he was looking at himself, his brain registered girl. It was as exciting as it was embarrassing.

He quickly circled around to the back of the car and helped Luna with their purchases. Carrying them inside, he rushed to his bedroom with the bag of sanitary pads, hoping Celestia wouldn't spot him.

The pads were in the top drawer of his dresser a scant half a second before Celestia knocked once and opened the door.

Flash spun on one heel, his dress spreading out a little around him as he faced her down—and immediately capitulated in the face of Celestia's motherly demeanor. "I'll start doing the cleaning now."

"Oh, Fleurette, you are such a good girl." Celestia's smile got a little wider as she said the new name, giving Flash a good hint that she liked it.

The name tickled inside Flash. It was certainly girly enough for their games, but he would need to try to incorporate it into his sense of self quickly if he wanted to keep the fun rolling. "Thank you, Mommy."

With how Celestia's features softened even more, Flash knew he had used the exact right words. He walked to her when she held out her arms and let her fold him in her embrace. Standing upright, when Celestia hugged him it brought his head in just below her breasts, which put them out of his reach, but made for a cozy place to cuddle against her belly.

He was just so small compared to her. Even with the heels and if he strained to get as tall as he could, he'd be lucky to bump his forehead against her chest.

"Have you had a good day, Fleurette?"

Flash nodded his head against her.

"I'm glad. It's going to be a long break from school, and I want to make sure my little girl is enjoying it."

It was one of his favorite parts of living with the sisters. Just cuddling with Celestia—with no obligations or requirement for him to perform or match up to someone else. But he also had a job to do. "I'll get the vacuum."
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Flash's dreams were all mixed up. One moment he was back in high school playing with his band, the next he was at graduation with his mom in the crowd expecting him to do something amazing with his life, and then—then he was living his best life.

It all happened with a sense of safety around him that softened what could have otherwise been some horrible nightmare. Instead, that softness reminded him of Celestia's arms and Luna's hand patting his head.

Softness had saved him from a bad night's sleep. Flash woke to the softness still being around him in the form of the pillowy mattress and high-thread-count sheets that encapsulated his sleepy self and guarded him from the harshness of his past.

Yawning, Flash poked his head out from under the covers and looked around the room. Morning was advancing, as was evident by the orange light streaming through the curtained window. Flash yawned and squirmed a little in the bed, enjoying the sheer feel of his silk bedclothes and the covers on his sensitive skin.

His bedroom door opening made him pull his head back under the covers and feign sleep. It would have worked if it'd been Celestia, but when the covers were pulled back, Flash knew he was dealing with Luna. "Wake up, Fleurette. We need to be at the court by eight."

Squirming, Flash tried to burrow into the sacrosanct part of the bed, only for Luna to laugh and pull the covers off completely. "I was warm and cozy and—"

"We have tennis to play, Fleurette. I don't intend to lose, and that means I need a partner who can move their cute behind on the court." Demonstrating her strength, Luna reached under Flash and picked him up in her arms. "Now, come on and get up or I'll make us breakfast."

She was clutching him to her body. He was more aware of the almost-sheer fabric of her midnight black dressing gown than he was of breathing. It was long—reaching down to her knees—but Luna had left the top loose, her breasts threatening to break free of the confines at any given movement.

"Wait!" Flash backtracked his thoughts to the threat. He'd made the mistake of letting Luna prepare food on several occasions. While she seemed to understand her cooking bordered on inedible, she also lacked a sophisticated palate and had an iron constitution—Luna could survive her own cooking, but there were raccoons that had had very bad indigestion after rifling through the trash at their residence. "I'll get up and make breakfast."

Smiling, Luna set him down and started laying clothes on the bed from a bag she'd carried in. A dark blue (and very short) tennis skirt, long blue socks, a shirt that had blue fire around the bottom leading to white sleeves and collar, various sweatbands, and there was a clunk of what looked like tennis shoes on the floor when Flash looked over the edge. "Then get dressed and we can go already."

Watching Luna leave, Flash was tempted to chase after her like a puppy dog. She was being commanding and dominant, the perfect traits that let a good boi just relax and be guided. "Bow-wow."

Sliding off the bed that always seemed that little bit higher off the ground than was comfortable to sit on, Flash pulled off the long sleeping shirt he'd been wearing. Standing naked, he looked at his dresser and a shiver ran through him as his eyes locked onto one drawer in particular. It was in there.

Could Flash put it on himself? Did he dare try?

A single knock at the door and it opened. Flash turned to see Celestia walking into the room with a smile radiating out for her features. "Good morning. Are you ready for Mommy to put your little clitty protection on?"

Celestia looked stunning. Any man worth his salt would be drooling at the way she hadn't tightened the belt of her pure white dressing gown quite tight enough—letting her cleavage show almost all the way to her nipples. The gown was also short, leaving her thighs exposed to the morning air and, if the hopes and dreams of men everywhere meant anything, a glimpse of something more. She wore a thin, gold necklace that seemed to dip down between her breasts, disappearing into its soft prison of flesh.

Clitty protection. The word stole all of Flash's attention and he shivered at the way Celestia worded it. Blushing for all he was worth, he nodded to her. "P-Please, Mommy."

Walking to the dresser, Celestia opened the drawer and lifted out the cleaned and dried cage, also producing a little lock from the little chain that delved into her cleavage..

Flash stood stock still as Celestia crouched down—giving him an amazing view when he followed her with his eyes—and she started to put the cage on. It closed around behind his balls, requiring her rather personal handling of his very personal assets. The front closed and she slipped the lock behind it, fastening the two hinged parts together and sealing it in place.

He would have loved to stare longingly down Celestia's cleavage, but he was being selfish—his eyes couldn't stray from his locked-up self. The tightness started a moment after her hands left him, his shaft trying to grow hard and mighty, but barely getting to firm and spongy. What it did to his sense of masculinity was even stronger.

Flash felt more like Fleurette again.

"Thank you, Mommy." The words tumbled out in a rush. Flash was so excited to have the cage back on that he forgot completely that he was standing there naked—until Celestia pulled him into another hug. Her soft gown might as well have been an impenetrable barrier. He could feel every curve of her body, but rather than the alluring woman she was, Flash only felt the warmth, comfort, and acceptance of a parental figure.

"You are most welcome, Fleurette. Do you promise to be good for Luna today?"

"She wants me to wear skimpy things." Flash's eyes drifted to the skirt on his bed. "I prefer long dresses." The words had tumbled from his lips before he could think what he was saying, but the soft blush in his cheeks made it clear enough he did like dresses. "I-I mean I like—"

"It's alright, Fleurette, to have opinions on fashion. All girls do." Celestia stroked the back of Flash's neck as she held him against her. "But I really have to go. So promise me you'll do everything Luna says."

"I promise."

Crouching down again, Celestia stopped when her face was just a little higher than Flash's. She booped him gently on the nose and then kissed the same spot. "Good girl, now get ready for your exciting day."

Flash was completely and utterly defeated by Celestia. He nodded and looked into her loving eyes. "Yes, Mommy."

When Celestia retreated from the room, Flash was all alone with his thoughts, a cock cage, and an admittedly cute tennis outfit. Though he saw it as cute being on a girl, not cute being on him. That just brought flashbacks of the previous day and how even women hadn't thought of him as male.

Before the skirt and before the shirt, Flash needed panties. He closed the door and approached his dresser, lifting out a pair of the new panties Luna had gotten him along with one of the sanitary pads. He stepped into the panties and unfolded the pad when he had them up to his thighs.

Doing his best, he pressed the thick pad to his underwear and held it until it was stuck, then pulled the panties up and over his hips. The feel of the thicker padding against his groin made his legs squirm, and a check with his hand revealed that the extra thickness made it so there was little definition to the cage that clutched his intimate parts so securely. "I look like a girl."

Just thinking that usually made Flash squirm, but saying it out loud made him squeeze his eyes closed and rub his thighs together—his imagination taking the concept to its logical conclusion. One naughty hand stayed down to his panties and felt the front of them, the smoothness there only reinforcing his day-dream.

His hand traced up from the panties, over his soft belly, past his cute (or so Celestia called it) belly button, and further. His chest was flat, but a single finger grazed his nipple and sent a shiver through Flash that made him squirm his legs together and roll his shoulders.

"I'm getting distracted."

And he was. A lot. His first task was to hide those traitorously sensitive nipples under the soft tennis shirt. It was light and soft and it hung almost like silk. With a happy sigh, he reached up and fastened the three buttons at the collar.

Next was the skirt, which looked short to his discerning eyes. He worked it over his feet and shimmied it up his legs. When the skirt's elastic pulled tight around his hips, Flash realized how short it was. He stepped over to the mirror and bit his lower lip. To his surprise, he couldn't see his panties in the reflection.

He needed his socks on next. When Flash unrolled them from the tucked-up ball, he found they were tiny with little pleats at the seams. Sighing in contentment, he pulled them on to find they barely got to his ankles. Next came the tennis shoes which took three tries to lace up he was twitching and trembling so much.

Flash couldn't do it. He closed his eyes before turning his head to the mirror. "On the count of three. One. Two…" His eyes flew open when a pair of lips pressed to his cheek.

Luna was bending forward and down, kissing his cheek. As her lips parted from his flushed flesh, she reached up and lightly tousled his hair. "Good girl, now come and have breakfast."

In record time Flash got his shoes on and raced to the kitchen. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he quickly made some toast and scrambled eggs for both of them while Luna prepared several bottles of water with ice in them.

Sitting down at the table with Luna was exciting. She was always active in finding new and interesting ways to make him both comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.

"So, Fleurette, are you ready to win the game today?" Luna asked.

The new name was still finding its place in his sense of self, so it took a moment for Flash to respond. "Y-Yes! I just know we can beat them."

Luna ate her breakfast while watching Flash, which left him feeling a little concerned, but finally she set her knife and fork down and said, "If you just had something a little fluffy in the chest, no one would ever call you out for not being a girl."

Biting his lower lip a moment, Flash tried to keep from saying the wrong thing by finishing his breakfast. A tall glass of water helped too, and soon Flash was cleaning the breakfast dishes while Luna fetched some more things.

"I've got us some headbands and wristbands in case we get too sweaty, plenty of water, and some fresh things in there in case someone makes another mess." Picking up the bag she'd brought out, Luna gestured to the front door of the house. "Well, Fleurette, are you ready to back me up on the court?"





The drive filled Flash with apprehension. He was going to meet one of his old high school friends while in Luna's care, and that meant Luna had control of the situation. And, there'd be a stranger!

Just one car was parked at the courts, though there was a motorbike beside it. Knowing what Rainbow was like, he assumed it was her motorbike. When Luna pulled in and turned the car off, they both climbed out into the warm morning.

"There they are!" Rainbow's voice cut through the quiet morning. "Hey, Luna, Flash!"

"Oh, sure, just go and literally shout for the whole world to hear," another voice that seemed familiar to Flash said. More could be heard, but it was said quietly enough that Flash was unable to make it out.

"Now, Fleurette, I don't want you reacting to that other name. Just let me handle that, okay?" Luna slung one bag over each shoulder, one of which Flash'd seen her fill with water and things, the other he assumed she had their actual gear in.

As they rounded the back of the big wagon parked beside them, Flash could finally see Rainbow and— "Sour Sweet?"

Sour had one arm balanced on each of Rainbow's shoulders as she leaned over her. They were both wearing white tennis shirts, though Rainbow's had a rainbow-patterned stripe from the collar down one side and Sour's had a small heart printed on her left chest.

The way Sour stood over Rainbow, her mouth just an inch from Rainbow's forehead, it seemed a very domineering pose.

Drawing back from Rainbow and looking at Luna and Flash, Sour's eyes noticeably dipped down and traced back up again—twice. "Isn't it such a lovely day for tennis? At least it would be if my pet knew her place."

Luna's stride shifted just slightly before she reached out and put an arm around Flash possessively. "Perhaps some introductions are in order? This is Fleurette, she'll be my double today."

"H-Hi." Flash tried to hide a little behind Luna. Sour had, apparently, experienced a growth spurt coming her way since the last time he saw her and she could almost tuck Rainbow's shoulders under one arm. Leaning a little more against Luna, Flash proved that he could definitely fit his shoulders under her arm.

Turning to look at Rainbow, Sour looked like she was about to say something, but then relented. "It's super-great to meet you, Fleurette." Her eyes flicked up and to the side of Flash. "I remember you from—Luna, wasn't it?"

"It is." Luna nodded toward Rainbow. "Does your pet have a name?"

"When I'm happy with her." The snarl was back in Sour's voice, but like Flash remembered from high school, it flipped on a dime and she turned and kissed Rainbow's cheek. "Lucky for her it's hard to stay angry with her. This is Rainbow."

"I believe I've met her before, as has Fleurette. Though, I wasn't aware she'd found an owner." The nuance in Luna's voice was perfectly obvious to Flash, though it was only his familiarity with her that let him know that she was basically telling Sour that she was fine with the game.

"Literally the best thing that ever happened to me." Rainbow turned an adoring look on Sour and got a rewarding smile back. "We met at college and just kinda clicked."

"I found her trying to start her bike in the rain. It was the most pitiful thing I've ever seen. Talked her into coffee." Sour Sweet seemed about to say something, then bit her lip. "Then I talked her into coffee."

"She's really convincing," Rainbow said.

Flash was surprised at this new side of his old friend. There was a bit of a bond he felt, of shared experiences, though he felt things were a little different to the dynamic that he'd seen in Sour and Rainbow so far.

It made him appreciate the balance of relationships he had with Luna and Celestia. In one, he had a woman who would deride and punish him in ways he adored, as well as bring him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. The other woman in his life was softness, safety, and reassurance that all his gentle and sweetest dreams would be reality.

When he looked at Rainbow, Flash could see a mirror of his own perfect life reflected. She loved her situation too. Smiling at the knowledge, he realized Rainbow was smiling back.

"Soooo—Are we going to play tennis or talk about our cuties all day?" Sour Sweet had that look again, like she was trying to not say something. The strained expression faded as she hugged Rainbow a little tighter.

"We can do both on the court." Luna led the way, through the fence and onto the court. She set down the two bags and lifted a pair of rackets from her bag, as well as two cans of balls.

In Flash's hand the racket felt well-balanced and the grip seemed perfectly sized for his fingers. He hadn't played much sport since high school, but he'd played tennis and done some track there—though not enough of either to bulk him up in any way. The sum of his exercise of late amounted to what he got while cleaning the house and spending time with Luna—though that time with Luna could scarcely be called exercise in the traditional sense, it certainly got his heart rate up.

In no time at all they were on the court and warming up with a few practice games. Flash was a little surprised to find that Rainbow and Sour were almost evenly matched, and while he and Luna were fine together when Luna was serving, he kept getting distracted by Luna whenever it came time for him to serve.

Luna's skirt was just as short as Flash's and when she was standing up close to the net—bending forward in an aggressive stance—Flash got glimpses of her panties. The sight didn't just snare his attention, every time he saw those midnight panties the cage around him got tighter and tighter. By the time their practice game was over, Flash was fighting not to squirm his thighs together with every step.

Sour and Rainbow walked up to the net to meet Flash and Luna. If he weren't wearing the cage, Flash knew he'd have an erection that would be visible to all three women, but the cage gripped him like a vice and kept him from even being able to contemplate a masculine role in sex. He tried to avoid squirming, but whenever Sour's eyes drifted to him, he kept squeezing his thighs together—which he knew was what drew her attention.

As Luna came in beside him, Flash was aware of something he'd always noticed when she became highly active in the bedroom—Luna had a scent to her. It was work being done, her body being exerted, and her will being carried out by her flesh. It was intoxicating to Flash whenever he smelled it in the bedroom, and it was no less potent now. He wondered, feared, and maybe even hoped that his cage would explode at any moment.

"Why don't we make a bet?" Sour asked. "And, when you lose, we get to have a little fun with your boi there."

The words broke through Flash's daze and focus on Luna. He was aware of two other scents. His eyes were drawn to Rainbow again, to see beads of sweat getting caught by the headband she'd put around her brow. A flicker of sunlight hit one and scattered her namesake across his vision.

"And if we win, I get to put a collar on your pet for the rest of the day." Luna's eyes instantly sparkled with the intensity she exuded.

With all the time he'd spent with Luna, Flash could almost feel the radiant, dominant energy pouring off her—and it only made him squirm more. She was less like a confident older woman and more like a goddess.

"Two rules." Luna sounded like the strict school disciplinarian she was. "First, safe words for all parties." Everyone nodded firmly to that. "Second, Fleurette's cage doesn't come off."

It was one thing to be wearing it in public and quite another to have everyone nearby know he was wearing it public. Flash blushed more than he had in days.

"Third, Rainbow doesn't get to climax." Sour reached up and booped Rainbow on the nose, smiling as sweetly as an angel. "She's sitting at a week now, and she hasn't done anything good enough to warrant changing that."

That got Flash's attention even more. Luna had never denied him release, though she had told him to try not to make a mess. He gazed at Sour, at her self-satisfied grin, and could feel a sort of heat radiating off her. It might have been that she'd been working hard too, but he was sure it had more to do with her dominance over Rainbow. It was almost the same as what Luna shared with him, but a subtly different flavor.

Luna gave a little nod. "It's settled, then." She set the head of her racket to the court and held the handle upright. "Double-u or em?"

"Em," Sour said.

Balancing the racket between her thumb and forefinger, Luna spun it on its head. It turned and turned before a wobble made it start to fall. It landed on the court with the stylized letter on the handle upright. "We go first."





It was just before lunch and Flash was seriously starting to worry about losing. Rainbow had been amazing right out of the gate, but Sour was playing better and better with each game. Luna, too, was a great player (mostly thanks to her reach), but he felt like even the smaller section of the court she needed him to cover was too much.

"If we win this game, we have the match, pet." Sour seemed laser focused, but she spared a moment to glance over at Flash. "If you make your serve, I'll let you have some release today."

Gone was the strain of holding back what Flash knew were her darker moments. She was on-top of things and winning—even Sour Sweet had nothing to actually be sour about. With Rainbow serving, the game was in the bag unless Flash and Luna managed something amazing.

Watching Rainbow bounce a ball twice while she stood on the serving line, Flash felt nervous. Luna was facing her first, but soon enough he'd have to deal with her serve. The ball was tossed up and he barely saw her racket move before it connected with the ball and sent it hurtling to Luna.

Luna stepped back to let the ball bounce and lose some momentum before she brought her racket around and connected with it.

Watching with only his peripheral vision, Flash traced the ball over to Sour's off-side. She brought her racket back and, with both hands on the grip, looked directly at him. He'd played enough tennis in school to know that people looked where they intended to hit the ball. Shifting to his left, Flash anticipated Sour's return.

Just as she was about to connect with the ball, however, Sour let out a deep and guttural grunt of effort. The sound, plus being the focus of her attention, sent a shiver through Flash that locked him up—not for long, but just enough that he was slow to begin his swing. When he connected with the ball, his racket was still coming forward and sent the ball off the court to the side.

"Fifteen, love." Rainbow moved faster than even her serve to get the ball and get back to the baseline. She might be some kind of superhero, but in sport she never used her powers.

She bounced the ball once, twice, and a third time. Flash watched Rainbow's racket sweep backward and, for a second, all his attention was on two droplets of sweat that ran in rivulets down her arm.

"Ace! Thirty, love."

Flash slumped his shoulder at the call. He'd gotten distracted again and hadn't even seen the ball. "S-Sorry."

"Fleurette, dear, don't be upset. You're just a little too distractible today." The neutrality of Luna's tone made it hard for Flash to pick up on her emotion. "Either way, win or lose, I think we're going to have some fun." This had a positive vibe to it, and that alone had Flash smiling.

But smiles don't win tennis games.

Rainbow stripped off her wrist bands and approached the net after she won her serve and held out her hand to Flash first. Feeling a little self-conscious, Flash reached out as well and could see the sweat—now unbound—running down her arm. "Great game, Fleurette, Luna." She shook his hand first, then crossed to Luna.

That meant that Sour shook Luna's hand first. "Your little princess kept getting distracted." When she turned her attention on Flash, she pinned him with a look Flash recognized—it was the hungry look Luna had when she was in control of a situation. He almost melted under that gaze and, when her hand extended his way, he was almost trembling. "I think I can come up with something to cure that distraction."

"It appears I lost, but I don't intend to squander the opportunity to see another with similar views work." Luna turned her gaze to Flash, watching as he trembled under the attention of Sour. "Why don't our little darlings run along so we can discuss terms?"

Sour turned to Rainbow and Luna turned to Flash. He felt a little nervous about the whole situation and tried his best to smile for her.

"Why don't you join Rainbow in the lockers while 'adults' talk?" Luna asked him.

"Don't forget these, you dirty little tennis star." Sour passed Rainbow the clubhouse key with one hand and brought her other hand down firmly on Rainbow's rear. Giving Rainbow's rump a small squeeze, Sour let go and sent Rainbow hurtling toward the building.

Flash shook his head to clear his distraction and, racket in hand, tried his best to run for the clubhouse without flashing anyone with his skirt—he failed.
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"Radish." When Flash stared at her in confusion, Rainbow elaborated. "My safeword. We tried things like slowpoke and nerd, but it's too much fun to be called those things."

Batting his eyes a few times in surprise, Flash followed Rainbow into the clubhouse. "L-Luna's a bit old fashioned. Red light is mine."

"Cool, so if you want some advice, resist Sour just a little. Let her push and then let her pretend to punish you. She's sooooo good at that." Rainbow tugged at each side of her shirt, pulling the garment up and over her head without so much as asking Flash if he was fine with casual nudity.

Looking down, Flash stared at the floor. In doing so, however, he watched Rainbow acting completely normally. She just picked up her stuff and started looking for something. When he dared lift his head, he saw she was removing her hairband. "S-Sorry. Not used to—" But he was, and that brought him up short. Luna had never once avoided disrobing if he were present. "Well, I might be, but not with s-someone else but—"

"Flash, look up."

The words pulled at his chin. Her tone was almost a command, and Flash followed commands. It had also used his actual name. His eyes spotted the underside of Rainbow's bra first, but as they got higher he blinked in shock and looked back down. "Where are your—?"

"They're small, I know. Apparently a big pair of sweater puppies just aren't in my DNA." Reaching behind her back, Rainbow paused. "Take your shirt off, Flash. Time to compare."

Blushing, Flash held onto his top for nearly ten seconds until he realized that there wasn't anything he should feel ashamed about. But that made him focus on the fact that he was feeling nervous and even anxious about it.

The weight of someone sitting down behind him surprised Flash, and he opened eyes he hadn't remembered closing. "What are you—?"

Rainbow had circled and was sitting directly behind him. "Since you're so worked up about not showing me, how about we show each other without showing?"

When Rainbow leaned against his back, Flash for a moment wondered if she had braced her own back against him. Then he realized it was her front. By the time he thought to even say anything she'd leaned back from him.

"Okay, now you do the same against my back."

Running through Flash's head, though, was the thought that Rainbow might be like him. Her chest was almost completely flat except for a slight bit of push that might have just been pectoral muscles. Turning, unable to comprehend what he was doing, Flash realized there was a heady smell in the locker room that had been hidden to him until he focused on it—sweating humans with a hint of sports deodorant under it.

Shimmying forward, blushing all the while, Flash leaned against Rainbow's back and was almost overcome at the feel and aroma assaulting him. His skin, always more sensitive than it had any right to be, was tingling at the contact between him and Rainbow, while his olfactory was almost completely overcome by sweat and feminine body spray.

"What do we have here?"

Flash's head jerked up at the sound of Sour's voice. He was pressed firmly to Rainbow's back, his head spinning in clouds formed by overly energetic women. All that spilled from his mouth was a panicked, "Eeep—"

"Just comparing. We're about the same." Rainbow tilted to the side and looked back over her shoulder at Flash. "Fleurette was a little nervous, so I figured front-to-back was the best way to do it. Also, I wanted you"—she swung her head back around to look at Sour—"to have a welcome view when you came in."

Flash practically hid behind Rainbow, though he watched over her shoulder as Sour walked in and reached toward her chest. Still touching Rainbow, he felt when she tensed and then a moment later when she let out a sigh.

Luna entered just behind Sour, but rather than approach she drifted to a corner, a little smile on her lips.

"You're a good girl, Rainbow, but I'm still going to punish someone." Sour did something Flash couldn't see, but he definitely heard Rainbow gasp and then felt her rush to stand up. "Luna tells me she's been training Fleur in all kinds of things, but he hasn't been eating out box as good as she'd like."

Looking up at Sour, Flash could see why Rainbow had moved so fast—Sour Sweet had a firm grip on one of Rainbow's nipples and had used that as incentive to move her. "M-Me?" he asked.

"Yeah. You. Get on your knees, Fleur."

Sour's tone was rough, commanding, and Flash felt himself moving just from the dominance she projected. He was still wearing all his clothes, and from the upward angle he now had, he could see that both women still had panties on under their skirts. "Y-You're wearing—"

"Pull them down, little angel. Use your teeth and don't ruin them—or I'll get rough." Sour's friendly and encouraging tone flipped for the last words, carrying all the threat her words promised.

It wasn't hard for Flash to decide who to start with—he wanted Sour happy, and the best way he knew to make her happy was to do what she said. That's when he remembered what Rainbow had told him. Squeezing his eyes closed, Flash reached up with his hands and took a grip of Sour's panties and pulled them down.

"Oh, now you've done it, Fleur. There was a reason I told you to use your teeth. It was a test to see how much I can trust you. Clearly you are severely lacking in training." Her voice trilling with the earlier hint of hunger, Sour reached a hand down into Flash's hair and closed her fingers together to get a good grip. "Time to fix that."

Flash had barely a moment's notice before his mouth was pressed firmly against Sour's body—an intimate part of her body. For a moment he panicked, but after a shallow breath he realized she'd done it in a way that let him breathe still, and a more analytic part of his mind noted that Luna hadn't moved to stop her—it was part of the game.

The strong scent of her nethers, combined with that of a female who'd been doing work, made Flash a little light-headed. Still, he wouldn't have wasted a single breath of the heady musk and repeatedly inhaled as deep as he could without hyperventilating.

Tentatively, he poked his tongue out to find his lips and her vulva were in direct contact, and like that his tongue poked pressed firmly between her welcoming labia. Memories of lessons with Luna came back and he started to lick.

"Fuck yeah. Little slut just needed some pushing to get her motor running. Hey, Luna, you gotta show her who's boss, I think. Just hold her face on you and tell her she doesn't get free until you get off."

The words burned in Flash's ears. She was talking about him as if he wasn't there, but the moisture that started meeting his lips told him she was enjoying his efforts.

After a little time of licking, Flash felt the death-grip on his hair relax, then more, and finally Sour was actually stroking his head while he worked. It surprised him when she dug her fingers back in and pulled him back.

A little whine left his lips as the smell he'd practically bathed his nose in faded away to just the sexual musk staining his lips.

"Okay, my little slut-for-a-day, you got my motor running. Now it's her turn." Sour turned Flash's head to face Rainbow's skirt. "And if you don't use your teeth this time, I'm gonna drag you home, chain you up, and fuck you for a month with the biggest strap-on I own."

It was a joke—a threat she couldn't possibly carry out—or so Flash hoped. Luna still hadn't done a single thing to stop the encounter, but he could feel her presence nearby. Facing an uncertain threat for not behaving this time, Flash reached behind his back with his hands and leaned forward a little to duck his head under Rainbow's skirt.

And that's where he met an almost-literal brick wall.

"What? You expected me to be pure sweetness with my naughty little girl? Either you get her worked up without bypassing her chastity belt, or I smother your face." Sour's expressive face switched from joyous smile to sexually dominant smirk in the blink of an eye. "Now get on that bench on your back, Fleur."

The way she'd spoken his new name made a shiver start at the back of Flash's neck before it rushed down his spine—sending tickling fuzzy tingles to all his limbs—before it rushed back up again and sent a burst of serotonin into his head. Just hearing it was its own reward for Flash and with a small smile he moved to comply with her command.

Sitting down on the bench, Flash was aware of how smooth the wood was. It had likely been edged and lacquered to within an inch of its life originally, of course, but there was a silky feeling to every edge that he could well imagine had been worn into it by years of tired women setting their toned, naked rumps on it.

"Like a completely different girl when you know the cost of misbehaving, but we can't have all these wrappings. Rainy, don't be shy with the new girl, strip him—her—off and have some fun about it." Sour reached one manicured finger out and booped Flash on the nose. "Alright, I gotta admit, she's a cute one. I wasn't sure if I could do this, but I think your little slut is worth it. So, the deal is on?"

"You know my price," Luna said.

Flash gasped as Rainbow reached her fingers down the front of his skirt. She distracted him completely from the smiling, vibing dommes deciding their fates. "W-What do you want me to do?" He asked her, having a moment where Sour was distracted.

"My thighs are really sensitive. I could probably get off just grinding them along you, but my belt would probably scratch you up a bit, so that's out. Get your hands on me and listen for my voice—I'll try to be vocal," Rainbow said as she stripped her skirt and panties off.

The sight of the dull metal and rubber-edged device wrapped around Rainbow's hips and between her legs made Flash shiver. Sitting up a bit, he let her pull his skirt and panties down to reveal the cage that kept the remnants of his masculinity locked away.

"It's so small." The words that spilled from Rainbow had seemed to burrow right down into Flash's Id and made him shiver. "Not," Rainbow continued, "that it's bad. I mean, I don't really like guys too much, anyway."

"As friends?" Flash asked.

"Fleur, I mean as partners. The other relationships I've had—with girls—I was kinda the tough one in the pair. Butch, you know?" When Flash nodded a little, Rainbow continued. "I didn't really like it, it just seemed like what everyone expected." A new smile pulled at the corners of Rainbow's mouth and she turned her head a little with a red glow in her cheeks. "Sour said I can be whatever I want."

"A-And you want to be more—?"

"Yes!" Rainbow's hand rushed up to cover her mouth and hide her smile, but it only took a glance for her to realize Sour was watching them. "S-Sorry."

Flash felt as Sour's hand touched his shoulder, curving lightly along the soft flesh. He shivered again, but not with the intensity before. Luna was okay with this and was standing nearby, so if he felt uncomfortable he could always say his safe words—not that anything had made him that concerned yet. Sour was far more vocal about punishments and put-downs, but Flash was learning that she was at least fair. "I-It's not her fault. We got talking and—"

Sour leaned down and pressed her soft lips to Flash's ear. At first all he could hear from her was slow and steady breathing, but finally she told him, "Lay back on the bench, Fleur, and keep one hand on my hip. If you let go, I'll rise—so hold-on tight."

The hands that held Flash's shoulders were strong and supported his weight as he let Sour lay him down on the bench. As he descended, Flash closed his eyes at how comfortable and cozy he felt. Even as his head was oh-so-gently set on the smooth wooden surface, he was completely relaxed.

Sour took Flash's right hand in hers and lifted it to her hip. For a moment he puzzled this, not wanting to ruin the fun by opening his eyes, he remembered something about "hold-on tight", so he did.

The scent of physical exertion flooded over him just a moment before it was joined by the scent of arousal. The mix was startling enough that Flash opened his eyes just in time to see Sour Sweet's thighs blind him while her vulva pressed down to his nose and mouth.

For a moment she sat there, pressing weight down on him while she adjusted herself. The warning about his grip being his safety now made much more sense as her thighs pinched at his nose.

He was paralyzed by the realization that she was in control of his breathing. Gulping and inadvertently working his lips against her, Flash felt Sour part her thighs briefly. In that single moment he tried to exhale and inhale again, but it was too short an instant. The game clicked into place, though. Extending his tongue a little, Flash started to eat Sour out.

A rush of fresh air poured into his lungs as he serviced the woman sitting on his face. He had time to think, and part of that was spent reflecting on him not panicking when she'd sat on him. The origin of that calm acceptance of the situation was obvious—Luna.

All the games he and Luna had played (none of them quite like the situation he was "forced" into at the moment) allowed him to accept being toyed with. He could just let himself be tied up, pinched, teased, and much more just because Luna was there, and he was safe with her.

He was so focused on pleasing Sour and continuing his supply of air that he had forgotten Rainbow until she ran a hand up the inside of his left thigh. The touch, so intimate, made him moan in surprise—something that Sour apparently enjoyed.

His multitasking, Flash realized, was going to be tested. He had to keep one hand on Sour's hip and somehow get Rainbow worked up. The memory of her hips clad in the chastity belt came back to the fore and again he realized how much like his own cage it was. Just thinking of himself trapped within the hard confines of the device had him growing into its wonderful embrace.

Just the merest reminder of the thing had Flash squirming, so much so that he couldn't help but liken his situation to Rainbow's more—and give him an idea. She'd told him her thighs were sensitive and that she'd make some noise to let him know how he was doing.

She moved. Rainbow climbed up and over him, straddling Flash's belly and keeping up and high on her knees. Reaching between her legs, Flash heard Rainbow's gasp as he made-out with Sour's swollen labia.

"Is he doing it for you, Rainy?" Sour asked.

Flash's ears burned at the question. He could hear Rainbow breathing heavy, and all he'd done so far was to play with her chastity belt. Just shifting the thing, reminding her that she was stuck in it and it wasn't coming off.

"Y-Y-Ye—" Rainbow's stutter, cut short by a groan, was all the answer she seemed able to give.

Flash walked his fingers up the front of the belt and felt a little moisture around the edges. As he played with the device, he explored it. Hinges, latch, soft and cushioning rubber—he even let his fingers stray to her belly and thighs as he traced it out.

What this distraction did, however, was draw his attention away from Sour's very intimate embrace of his face that once more involved her pinching his nose closed with her thighs. Flash had to adjust his priorities back to ensuring he pleased Sour less she took away his air supply again.

It was an effective lesson—though Sour Sweet wanted him to play with Rainbow Dash, his first priority must always be to the dominant of the pair. Armed with this knowledge, Flash kept up a steady oral assault on Sour while his fingers traced and tickled at Rainbow's belt until the former was grunting and groaning in pleasure and the latter started to whine in need.

Losing himself to the subservience, Flash nuzzled and lapped at Sour for the second time, and though the angle was different, he found plenty of incentive in the position of power over him that Sour had taken.

"Fleurette seems to have you all hot and bothered." Luna's voice was conspicuous more because Sour and Rainbow were both contenting themselves with communicating their enjoyment with words. Flash couldn't see as his dark mistress walked around them, but he could tell she was doing so because the origin of her voice moved.

"I—I already said—I'm fine with the deal. Win, lose, or—"

Hearing Sour lose her focus was only part of what Flash was experiencing. A flood of wetness assaulted his mouth and, with no other way to deal with it, he gulped it down for all he was worth. When she squeezed her thighs together, however, Flash felt his nose pinched shut.

Focused only on accepting the situation without tapping-out, he was careful to not waste his breath while Sour climax atop him.

"I trust that you will. I admit that I was somewhat nervous about agreeing to my part. Fleurette hasn't known another mistress besides myself and my sister, and she's far softer even than myself. You, on the other hand, seem far more firm with your playthings. I would have stopped this in a heartbeat if I hadn't seen all the signs of someone who cares for their partners."

The sound of Sour's moan silenced surprised Flash, and though he knew his place was that of passive acceptance of his current position, he wanted to see if what he thought was happening truly was—he wanted to know if Luna was kissing Sour while she sat on his face.

Finally, though, Sour came down from her peak and relaxed her thighs. Able to breathe again, Flash only gently licked along her outer lips, more focused on making he feel good than continuing lest he incur her wrath again.

Further down, behind Sour, Flash could hear Rainbow's whining. He could tell—from his own experience with chastity equipment—that she was stuck in a spiral of being turned on by her situation but that same situation ensuring she couldn't reach her peak. He flexed his fingers again, dancing them along the outer casing so that muted echoes of his touches would continue to torment her.

At last Sour leaned forward and lifted herself off him with her knees. He let his hand lift up with her hips until she stood aside and dragged herself (figuratively) away from him. "What were you doing to Rainbow? She sounds like you spent the whole time edging her."

"H—She did!" Rainbow pulled back from Flash too, staring down at him with a look of utter surprise. "She wouldn't stop touching the belt. I can barely even think straight."

Flash carefully turned to the side and sat up. He was aware he was naked—except for the dribbling cage between his legs—but Rainbow was equally undressed and it wasn't like he hadn't seen everything Sour or Luna had to offer. Not that any of that knowledge kept him from blushing. "I just figured that when I pay attention to my—my cage—it's like I get caught in a spiral of needing more attention but being un—unable to get more. Keeping your attention on it worked like that?"

Nodding her head, Rainbow slumped back on the bench.

There was no hint of Sour's negative side as she focused on Flash and bent down. "You're a good girl, Fleurette."

The feel of her hand patting him on the head made Flash squirm a little. The attention combined with being called a good girl did things to his libido that made him want to hear it again and again.

"We need to discuss our next steps." Sour stopped patting Flash and made her way toward the shower. "But first, I need to clean off. Miss Luna?"

It was an invitation, Flash could tell. The two dominant women seemed more at ease together now than Flash would have thought. The last he saw of them as they walked into the shower was Luna stripping off her clothes and leaving them by the entrance. "What do you think they're going to talk about?" Flash asked.

"F-Fleur," Rainbow said, voice sounding strained, "I'm kinda trying to deal with the fact that I need to cum so bad that ripping this belt off with my teeth is starting to sound like a good idea. Gimme a bit to stop thinking about the fire between my legs, 'kay?"

Flash giggled at her question, his tone somewhat higher than he intended. "It was—I mean, I had fun."

"It was fun, yeah, but really intense. I've never been able to just—" Rainbow let out a long and low groan. "Even now I'm having trouble coming back from that."

The defenselessness in Rainbow's tone surprised Flash as something he wished he could do. He could give himself over to Luna or Celestia's attentions, but what Rainbow showed was a whole order of magnitude more surrender than he figured he reached.

He knew that what she was going through wasn't a physical thing—Luna had worked him up quite a bit in their sessions together—so it had to be something Sour could teach. He realized he needed to think about it without Rainbow squirming beside him. "I need to use the little girls' room."

Ignoring Rainbow's laugh at his chosen term for the bathroom, Flash slipped out of the change room and almost fell to the floor. With a groan he looked down between his legs and almost reached down to touch the cage.

He didn't need to touch it, though, to feel it around him. Focusing on his breathing, Flash managed to eventually get back to his feet. Walking to the mirror, he looked at his face and couldn't help but be reminded of how he'd been used.

Sour's fluids hadn't been "leaking copiously", but he definitely had a high-tide mark around his cheeks and there was some in his hair, too.

Water from the sink and a little diluted hand-soap took care of most of Flash's face, but he knew that Celestia would be upset with him if he washed his hair with soap, so he rinsed it out as best he could and dried off with paper towels.

Reaching up to touch his cheeks, Flash felt the softness his skin possessed but realized it had been robbed of some of its freshness by the harsh soap. Squinting a little, he ran his hands down to his shoulders and chest. Soft, smooth flesh stretched over his pectoral muscles, though there was a little softness just under the skin that he knew had come from Celestia's requests upon his cooking skills.

"Too much cake." Even as he said it, Flash knew that it wasn't exactly a bad thing to have a little softness. Smiling, content that he was at least presentable above the waist, he took the time to look down at the cage.

Just noticing what he was wearing made it seem to tighten around him again. "She's so much like me," he said to the empty bathroom. Working quickly, he used a damp paper towel to quickly wipe most of the mess away from his crotch and then used another to dry it. The problem was the more attention he paid to the cage the more he ached within its grip.

Rallying his willpower, Flash tossed all the paper towels into the bin, straightened up, and walked out of the bathroom.

"… tomorrow, then?" Sour asked, though Flash had missed the start of whatever she'd said.

"I believe tomorrow would be good"—Luna turned to look at Flash, a smile pulling at one corner of her mouth—"for both of us. Today has been quite stimulating indeed."

What had most of Flash's attention, of course, was the deep blue expanse of flesh and curves that was Luna. Beside her, Sour had apparently already dressed.

Sour, looking over at Flash's arrival, walked directly toward him and stopped within his personal bubble—too close for normal social interactions, far too close. She seemed to loom and even look down at him from just above his eye level. "You're such a sweet little thing that I could gobble you up." Her eyes passed his and looked further down. "But as talented as that mouth of yours is, I have to say—I didn't realize penises came in girl sizes."

The switch from her cute side to snarky had been so fast Flash had missed it. He blushed from the core of his being, but deep inside he realized he enjoyed what she'd said. It was demeaning, but it was playful. Already she'd walked off, not waiting for Flash to acknowledge her in any way.

He was blushing again and about to ask what had happened when Rainbow blindsided him.

"Thanks, Fla—Fleur. I had a great time, but now we gotta go. See you tomorrow, apparently." When he looked at her, Rainbow was biting her lower lip. She spun on the spot and raced off for the door just a moment after Sour had left.

Staring after her for a moment, Flash wondered if things could get any stranger. He looked back toward Luna just in time to catch her kissing his cheek.

"You were amazing, Fleurette. I bet you have questions." Luna ran one hand down his back, slowly, gliding over the soft flesh until she reached his rump. Her hand squeezed, earning a short and sharp squeal from Flash. "Ask them."

It felt like Luna was leading him into another game. Flash nodded slowly, trying to ignore the hand that wouldn't stop massaging his rear. "W-What's going to happen tomorrow?"

"Well, Sour and myself are going to have lunch and chat about this and that. But don't worry, Fleurette, we have arranged for you and her Rainbow to have a play date. Do you think you'll enjoy that?" Luna timed a long, firm squeeze of Flash's rump with her question.

Flash couldn't help himself. Luna definitely wouldn't complain, and her squeezing had become entirely too enjoyable for him to halt the gasp that erupted.

"I thought so. You and her seem to share a lot of things in common. Sour and myself both agree that you will be good for each other. If you don't have any more questions, why don't we get dressed and make our way home?"

With a blush, Flash nodded and walked to where his clothes had been. He picked through them, expecting to find a bit of a mess when he got to the panties. On his third attempt to locate said item, however, he realized that they weren't there. "Uh, L-Luna?"

Holding up the things she'd tossed off when she'd walked into the shower, Luna seemed to have discovered the same problem that Flash had. "She took our underwear. Did you leave Rainbow alone?" When Flash nodded, Luna let loose a laugh. "Well, she did tell me she'd take a second prize. I guess we have a breezy trip home."

Flash's eyes widened as he realized what Luna was implying.

"And, Fleurette, don't make a mess on my seats."
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Flash was squirming in the seat now. The memory of the ride home from tennis, where he had to spend all his time not focusing on the throbbing, messy penis that was trapped in the chastity cage—that was still trapped in the cage. He squirmed more as he felt himself shift inside that trap.

"Your destination is two-hundred feet on your right."

"We're here, Fleurette," Luna said, reaching one hand over to pet Flash's thigh. She gave him a little squeeze as she pulled up at the house.

Taking a deep breath, Flash opened the door and climbed out of the car. His dress fluttered a little in the breeze as he walked around the vehicle to Luna's window. "When are you—?"

"Just give me a call, sweet-cheeks. You have your phone and spare pads, right?" Luna glanced at the purse Flash was carrying—of course it matched his dress just perfectly, a soft blue to the outfit's pinks.

Flash wasn't sure when Luna had gotten the dress or the purse for him, but he secretly loved all the little gifts she showered him with—even if the bag made him blush. "Yes."

"And you have Rainbow's present?"

"Yes."

"And you'll give me a kiss on the cheek before I go?"

That was something that Flash was more than happy to do. Leaning down, he felt Luna's hand reach behind his neck and pull him closer. His lips found her cheek, the softness of her dark skin making his sensitive lips tingle.

"Good girl. Now, go and have fun."

"Ye—" Flash didn't get to finish. Luna drove off and left him with just one option now. Turning on the heels she'd made sure he was wearing, he walked up the path toward the front door and pressed the doorbell.

He didn't have to wait long before Rainbow tossed the door open. She was wearing a pair of white shorts, knee-length striped white and yellow socks, and an oversize shirt that had #1 Cutie printed on the front of its pink fabric. "Hey, Flash, come in. Oh, uh, do you want me to call you Fleur?"

"W-Whatever you feel comfortable with." Flash hadn't been given the choice about which he preferred before, and now that left him with a complicated decision to make. Did he prefer one and not the other? Flash was his birth name, but Fleurette was—it was his true name. "Actually, Fleur would be better." He could feel himself blushing up a storm as he said it.

"Hey, Fleur, relax. Just us girls here today with no dommes to order us around." Rainbow backed up from the door, giving Flash no excuse now but to enter.

Just us girls. The words echoed in Flash's head as he stepped into the house. It wasn't huge, but the living room looked cozy and he could smell something other than Rainbow's deodorant. It was a heady fragrance and far more feminine than he thought Rainbow would wear. "Does Sour live here too?"

"Hrmm? Oh, yeah, we got a house together when we both realized it was stupid trying to live apart. We just fit together so well that there's no chance anyone else could match up." Rainbow walked over to the couch and flopped down on it like a sack of potatoes. "So, whatcha wanna do? We could put on a movie if you want?"

"Uh, sure. Something cute? Jus-Just as a background. I get nervous when I'm dressed like this without Luna or Celestia around." Flash sat on a spare seat and pulled his dress between his legs as he did.

"Luna or Celestia? Wait, hold up. You're Luna's sub, right?" Rainbow asked, getting up and walking over to the movie collection.

"Y-Yeah, but Celestia is my"—Flash gulped, he wasn't sure how Rainbow would react—"she's my mommy."

Rainbow paused just as she'd reached the expansive Disney collection that took up a good portion of one shelf. "Mommy? How's that work?"

"Well, she tells me—I mean she treats me like her daughter." As he spoke, Flash got more and more defensive. He pulled his legs up and against him and crossed his arms around his knees.

"Daughter, huh?" Glancing back at Flash, Rainbow winked at him. "I bet that must be awesome?"

The question stunned Flash right out of his retreat. He sat there, frozen, trying to process what she meant.

"I mean, you like it, right? Being treated like a cute girl is your deal?" Rainbow asked him. When he nodded, she grinned. "So I bet that must be awesome. I mean, getting treated exactly how you want to be, by two smoking-hot babes."

Flash, without a doubt, couldn't stop blushing all the way to his core at that. It was true just like the sun rises every morning was true. Luna and Celestia, his mistress and his mommy, were the two most beautiful women he'd ever seen, and the way they treated him completed his life in ways he could never have dreamed of.

"Earth to Fleur. Earth to Fleur!"

Shaking his head to clear it of the daydream his life had become, Flash looked at Rainbow. "S-Sorry."

"No sweat, Fleur. So, do you want ye another Lion King"—Rainbow held up a movie case with a bunch of big cats on it and a second with a snowy paradise—"or snow princess has a bad day and needs a hug?"

Looking between the two, Flash pointed to the winter wonderland. "I—I always prefer the ones with princesses."

"You know, Sour's the same. She only gets the animal ones because she likes having things that make her angry." Rainbow opened the case and slipped the disc into the player. "So, Fleur, do you paint your toenails much?"

Flash's eyes snapped down to his feet and the slightly cracked paint on them. It had been a few days since they'd been done, and he'd played tennis in the meantime. "M-Mostly Luna or mommy do it." He blushed a little again at his inability to call Celestia anything but mommy—he also squirmed just a little.

"Well, uh, want to do mine and I'll do yours?" Rainbow asked.

Biting his lip, Flash looked over and saw a nervous expression on Rainbow's face. He tried to figure out what was wrong, what he might have done wrong to make her worried.

"I mean, if you want to? You don't have—"

Flash realized he'd taken too long to reply by overanalyzing her. "I'd like to!"

"Fluttershy used to do mine. I didn't really get why back then, but when Sour sees my nails painted, her smiles are just a little wider, you know?" Rainbow stood up and walked for the hallway. "I'll be back with some stuff."

Left alone, Flash felt himself relax a little. Rainbow hadn't poked fun at him at all for the things he liked to do, even when they'd slipped out on full display. Having trouble holding back a smile, he just relaxed and let it show.

Walking back into the room with a little case of various varnishes, tissues, paper tape, and cleaning products, Rainbow walked over to the couch and sat down on it. "I don't know any easier way to do this than how Fluttershy used to do mine, so—uh—can you come over and lay on the floor with your butt at my feet—between my legs?"

Flash was confused at that, but after a moment of thinking about it he realized how it would give her a good angle to work on his feet. Standing up, he walked over and then sat down, turned, and lifted his legs up.

Rainbow caught Flash's legs, helped turn him so they were both between her knees. "You'll want a cushion. Fluttershy would always give me one because you can get a bad crick in your neck laying like that."

Catching the pillow Rainbow threw to him, Flash put it behind his neck and leaned backward to watch the movie. "Did you do Fluttershy's toenails too?"

"Once. Only once. She told me she'd do her own after that. Sour made me go and do a six-week finishing class to learn how to do it properly."

Feeling something wet on his toes, Flash looked away from the upside-down movie to what Rainbow was doing. She'd stuffed cotton wool between his toes and was starting to wipe at his nails with more of the buds soaked in something that made his nose twitch.

"You went to a finishing school?" Flash asked.

"Yeaaaah. Please don't tell my friends about it. Sour is trying to help me get in touch with my feminine side and all that." Getting one foot clean, Rainbow set it to the side to dry while she started on the other. "Do you have any preferences for these?"

"P-Pink. Cute-pink." The movie was a bit surreal for Flash to watch, though he had a sense that it was like his life before he'd graduated and moved in with Luna and Celestia. There had been a constant and unnerving feeling of wrongness about himself—though not quite as bad as being upside down. "The pinkest pink."

"I've got just the stuff. Trust me, you'll love it." 

Relaxing, Flash did the opposite of ignore Rainbow's touching his feet. It was satisfying to have her cleaning and painting his nails. He held as still as he could while she worked on each nail, but had to gently bite his lower lip when she blew on his toes to help dry them.

After feeling his last toenail get painted, Flash figured it was time to break the weighty silence that'd descended. "S-Sour is helping you a lot, huh?" 

"I'm not saying it was rough growing up with my parents, they were both kinda awesome, but Mom didn't exactly exude feminine qualities, and neither of them pushed me to do anything I didn't want to. I was such a tomboy that if it wasn't for Rarity, I wouldn't have ever worn a dress." Rainbow sighed loud enough that Flash looked up at her. "We should go visit Rarity. She's been making clothes in her spare time to help pay her way through college."

"I'd like that. Between mommy and Luna, I don't really get out much on my own." It wasn't a huge point of contention, he just had two women who knew exactly what they wanted to do with him. "We could pick some time during a week day?"

"I guess with two teachers as your—your mommy and dommy, you have a bit of time to yourself then?" Rainbow blew the last of Flash's toenails dry so the top-coat would be hard and chip-resistant.

Him saying it was one thing, but having Rainbow call Celestia his mommy made Flash blush and want to curl his toes—he only managed to stop at the last moment before doing so because he could feel the cottonballs still keeping his toes apart. "Yeah. I normally clean the house, but some days I just like to relax and read or play guitar."

"Reading?" Rainbow paused to blow a few more times, but spoke again before Flash had replied. "What do you read, Fleur?"

It's a trap! Would be what Flash would have thought, if he hadn't been the one to even mention reading in the first place. "R-Romance novels, mostly."

"Oooh. Young woman, pining for a man to rescue her, finds Mr. Right when—"

Flash knew exactly the stories Rainbow was thinking of, and it made him laugh. "Nah. There's no Mr. Right. It's using Miss Right, for a start."

Rainbow giggled at that. "Alright, so a young man is—Wait! Wait! Hold on." Carefully holding Flash's feet in place with one hand, Rainbow leaned over to look down at Flash. "You read lesbian romances?"

"Y-Yeah. They're just more—more cuddly to read. I tried hetero stuff, but it always has the guy be so—so rough." Flash didn't for a moment stop to think how much of this intensely personal opinion he was sharing. Rainbow was so like him that she was okay by default to share with.

"Oh, I know. I keep running out of good stuff and every now and again I'll pick up some typical bodice-ripper and—ugh. They're horrible!" Slumping back on the couch, Rainbow blew on Flash's toes a bit more.

Flash's heart was beating fast, but not in fear that his secrets would get out. For the first time in his life someone got him while being on the same level as him. Tilting his head back to watch as an upside-down snowman started dancing, he felt so much joy he could barely hold it in.

Rainbow lifted one of Flash's feet up and straightened his knee so he could see it. "How's this?"

Staring, Flash realized his nails weren't just pink, they were the pinkest pink that had ever pinked. He giggled again and nodded. "They're perfect!"

"I got top of my class at nail-painting. It was tricky at first, but then I realized it was just like when I painted my motorbike." Rainbow stood up from the couch. "Okay, your turn."

"Wait, what?" Caught still staring at his nails, Flash looked up as Rainbow reached down to him. Gingerly taking her hand, she hauled him up and onto the couch.

"Why don't you just do the same for mine? You need a clear coat, then the pink, then the top coat." Rainbow squirmed a little to get in position and offered Flash her feet. "And don't worry, I just took all the polish off mine for the tennis game."

Rainbow's feet, Flash was quick to notice, weren't delicate or dainty. Her toes were cute, sure, but he thought he could see calluses on her heel. "Uh, okay." He brushed one of the calluses without thinking and Rainbow almost jerked her foot out of his grip. "Sorry."

"It's fine. My feet are a bit sensitive right now—Sour has me practicing in high-heels and it's hell on them."

"Have you tried some moisturizer? L-Luna rubs that into my feet after I've been wearing heels and it soothes my feet." Tilting the ball of Rainbow's foot up, Flash looked at her heels. Sure enough, they were mirror images of each other.

"I haven't. I guess it couldn't hurt, but can you do my nails first?"

Remembering how he'd seen Luna and Celestia do his own nails, Flash put a little wad of cotton between each toe. "So the clear first?"

"Yeah. You don't do that yourself?" Rainbow had titled her head back to watch the rest of the movie.

"I don't do my own. Y-Yours will be my first."

"Oh! Well, feel free to be a bit rough with my toes. It's only the back of my feet that are sensitive. Have you ever painted anything delicate before?"

"Uh, I tried painting those little miniature soldiers, but that was ages ago. I also had to do some touch-ups on my car a few times." Flash remembered his car. It had been parked in the driveway for a while now.

It was a little surprise how much talking with Rainbow brought out older memories, but Flash found himself enjoying it—because it gave a contrast to how much better his life was now.

"Forget the car, but those miniatures. Those things need a crazy-steady hand and fine brush work, right?"

"Yeah."

"Perfect. Go with that. What ones did you paint?" 

Focused on his task now, Flash carefully painted Rainbow's big toe on her left foot in four broad-brushed swipes. "W-Well, they were meant to be brave warriors."

Rainbow giggled. "You painted them pink, didn't you?"

"I did!" Flash giggled as he worked now, painting another nail. "They were meant to be red, but I painted them pink and used putty to give them long hair."

"My dad was into that stuff and he—Uh, doesn't matter. How are you doing?" Rainbow used her hands to brace herself and crunched her tummy to look at Flash's work. "Wow, perfect."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean, you haven't gotten any on my skin and all the nail is covered and perfectly even. You're good at this." Rainbow leaned back and hit the floor with a bit of a thud, though it didn't seem to bother her.

The praise boosted Flash's confidence. He finished off both feet and started to blow on them to dry the undercoat layer off. "Do you want to do some baking after this?"

"You probably don't want me anywhere near a kitchen, Fleur. Like, I can make a salad or a sandwich, but even the finishing school told me to stay clear of any heat source." Rainbow looked away from the movie and up at Flash. "What?" she asked when he gave her a wide smile.

"Then that can be something I teach you."

Shaking her head, Rainbow said, "I promise you, nothing I have any hand in will turn out okay."





It hadn't taken Flash long to paint Rainbow's nails and sally-forth into the kitchen. From there he'd gotten Rainbow to help him mix up a cookie batter and make two batches of chocolate chip cookies. She stared at them, cooling on the rack, terror plain on her face. "Are you sure I didn't mix up the sugar and salt? I did that for my graduation test."

"Relax. You didn't mess it up." The flush of confidence was a little new to Flash. He'd certainly spent plenty of time baking, but he'd never baked with someone else—not even his mommy. "The trick is to taste it before you bake it."

Rainbow stared at him as if he'd just revealed the secrets of witchcraft. "You checked?" 

"Of course. It was delicious." Flash was shocked when Rainbow hugged him. Without thinking he put an arm out and around her. "What's up?"

"You are so much better at being a girl than me. It's crazy, I know, but you paint nails like a pro, look amazing in a dress, and can bake!" Slumping down into a chair, Rainbow let out a little whine. "It took me ages to learn how to paint nails. Also, my hips are thinner than yours."

"You've got dresses, right?" Flash asked, feeling concern flood him.

"Well, yeah, but—"

"Then let's go play dress ups. Nails. Make up. Dresses. The works!" Flash reached out and grabbed Rainbow's unresponsive hands and pulled her to her feet. "These need time to cool, anyway."

Rainbow felt so light to Flash. She was easy to pull upright and heading for the hallway. The only problem was he didn't know which was her bedroom. "Which one's yours?"

"Uh, we kinda—Far end, on the left."

Flash had to bite his lower lip to keep from giggling at Rainbow's blush. As he tugged her down the hall, he wondered what it might be that had her flustered. When he reached the room, he saw what the deal was.

At first glance, the room looked reasonably normal for a master bedroom. There was a bed—frankly huge and definitely a king-size—big wardrobes with the doors closed, a pair of dressers, and what looked like a door to an en suite bathroom. But with a little more close inspection he could see where some very discreet eye-bolts were on the bed.

"You don't just sleep in here, huh?" Flash asked, walking into the room. When Rainbow didn't say anything, Flash looked back and saw her blushing. "Rainbow, it's fine. I get it."

"But—"

"I might have a mommy that wants nothing more than to dress me up like a cute girl, but I also have a domme who wants to do far more." Winking, Flash walked past the bed to the closet and opened the double doors. "Oh wow."

His exclamation was due to the large walk-in wardrobe now on display—and all the pretty dresses therein. "This is amazing!" Walking in, Flash ran hands down both sides. "Spring dresses, winter gowns, summer skirts, warm autumn clothes…" Twirling in a circle at the end, he stopped looking back at Rainbow with his hands clasped together. "What's your favorite?"

"I don't—Normally Sour picks things for me to wear." Rainbow blushed and looked to the side, but quickly snapped back to look at Flash. "W-What do you think?"

Spinning again, feeling in heaven, Flash waited for his dress to finally stop trying to spin. He'd spent enough time obsessing over dresses and fashion to know that several dresses were in his size. Knowing he had a women's dress size made him giggle with glee. "I'll only pick something for you if you pick something for me."

"Dress-ups?" Rainbow Dash asked.

Flash Sentry nodded. "Definitely dress-ups. What colors are we starting with?"

Opening her mouth, Rainbow walked over and picked a soft off-white winter gown with edges in yellow. She lifted it off the shelf and held it up toward Flash. "This is—It should suit you, I think."

Looking at the dress, Flash could see the winter colors jumping out at him, particularly given his hair color. "Winter? I think I can work with that." He gazed around in a circle, momentarily overwhelmed by color palettes before he remembered what he needed. Rainbow's skin was already blue, she had vibrant reddish eyes, but he needed something to tame her hair.

Then he spotted it. It was a long dress with a black, swirling pattern over barely realized white. The top was likewise a dark color, but up the left side gray swirls carried over to the sleeve of the shirt and ran down it. "The darkness will tone down your hair, the monochrome will cause your eyes to pop, and your skin will be a great winter backdrop—what little will show, anyway."

Staring at Flash with something akin to amazement on her face, Rainbow said, "How do you know all this stuff?"

"Imagine me, in high school, seeing someone like Rarity wear the most amazing outfits day in and day out, and yearning—aching—to wear them myself? But it wasn't enough." Flash walked past Rainbow in the tight confines of the wardrobe. "Other guys used their phones and stuff to browse porn online, I browsed fashion."

"Remember what I wore nearly every day? It took Rarity two years of sharp comments to get me to stop wearing those bike shorts and skirt. I liked my bike shorts and skirt, buuuut I liked those cool leggings too." Following Flash with the dress she'd chosen, Rainbow followed suit and laid it out on the bed beside the one he'd picked. "Okay, what now?"

"Well, we swap places for a start. That's my dress and this one is yours. Then I'll need to borrow some underthings, because I don't have the chest for that outfit."

Her head snapping around, Rainbow's eyes practically gleamed. "You need help stuffing a bra? Flas—Fleur, I'm your girl on that one. Four years of high school didn't teach me a ton, but getting just the right amount behind an empty bra to make it stand out was one of the bigger parts of it."

Swirling around, Rainbow marched back to the wardrobe, only pausing when Flash giggled girlishly behind her. "Sorry," he said, "that was the most adorable speech ever. Flat chests unite!"

"Flat is fine, but we both need a little help up top with these dresses." Rainbow picked out a skin-tone bra and panties combo for herself (in blue, naturally) and a white set for Flash. "There are some ankle socks in my dresser just there—third drawer down. Bring four."

Giggling again, Flash walked over and located the socks. "How much are we going to need? Size, I mean."

"Not a lot. Sour is realistic when it comes to dresses. She knows I can pack a bit, but too much and things don't look right. Okay, put these on." Rainbow held out the panties and bra to Flash.

"I'm already wearing panties…" Flash breathed a little heavier and he felt his shaft twitch inside his cage—the panties weren't just regulation girls panties, they had lace on them. 

"Yeah, but they won't match. Plus, if they're dark, they'll show through the dress. Come on, get them all off and put these on."

The rest of Flash's excuses died in his throat. Gulping, he started to reach up under his dress and then remembered what he was wearing inside his panties. Panic, blushing, anxiety—all symptoms of having to reveal a deep secret to his friend. "I—Uh—That is—I have—"

"What's up, Fleur? Just tell me and we can move past it," Rainbow said.

"I'mwearingpadsinmypantiesbecauseIleak—" The words all tumbled out without a moment's pause between them and only stopped because Flash clamped a hand over his mouth.

Tilting her head to the side, Rainbow asked, "Leaking?"

"Th-The cage."

"Oh! Well, that figures I guess. I know the chastity belt Sour has me wear leaves me a little—excited. It's like knowing that you can't makes thoughts of getting off worse, right?" When Flash barely managed to nod his head, Rainbow nodded to herself. "Right, so you have spare pads or do you need to borrow one?"

It sounded so natural to Flash. He shook his head. "I've got plenty in my purse. Just a sec." He turned and ran, but not because he was scared—it felt unbelievably liberating for someone to find out so many personal things about him and treat them as if they were normal. He grabbed his purse and ran back to the bedroom with a smile that just wouldn't stop—just in time to see Rainbow stepping out of her panties.

The usual alarm that sounds in any straight guy's head at seeing a woman naked went off, but it seemed to stop quickly and didn't ring all that loud. Rainbow was his friend, after all, and he was about to be just as naked. Or almost-naked—she did still have the thin, chrome and rubber chastity belt on.

Walking a little stiffly, he started squirming in his dress to remove it, casting his purse onto the bed for the moment.

"Not even a comment?" Rainbow asked as she pulled her fresh panties on.

"Huh?" Flash was halfway out of the dress with it around his head. "Hold on." By the time he got out, Rainbow had started pulling her bra on. "Sorry."

Tilting her head to the side, Rainbow just shrugged. "You really are such a girl, aren't you Fleur?" When all he did was look at her blankly, Rainbow added, "Well, you know, most guys would freeze, stare, whistle, comment, or at least look away. You just started getting undressed."

The comment hit close to home for what Flash had felt himself as he came in. "Well, yeah."

Rainbow looked about to ask something else, then shook her head. "Like I said, you're such a girl. It's cute."

Being called cute was almost too much. Flash felt himself blush and the chatter completely distracted him from his traitorous hands slipping down his panties—but it didn't stop the smell. He gasped, bit his lip, and turned to run.

Grabbing onto Flash's arm, Rainbow hauled hard to stop Flash from running out the door. "Wait. Bathroom's back there. We have a special bin to toss pads in." 

Following the directions, Flash grabbed his panties and ran for the bathroom. After a few minutes with some wipes and a hand-towel, and dealing with all the messy disposables in the appropriate bin, he walked back into the room. That's when something reminded him of the present he was meant to give her.

"Rainbow, I have a present for you." Walking over to the bed, he grabbed his purse and started looking through it.

When Flash pulled out his pads, Rainbow quirked an eyebrow. "That's the present?"

"Huh? Oh! No. This is." He passed her the little chrome key. "Luna said it was a present that Sour had wanted me to give you for—for being so good the other day."

Reaching out a shaking hand, Rainbow took the key from Flash. The way she looked down between her legs at the expensive panties she was wearing over the chastity belt, she knew what the key was for. "I'll take it off later." Turning her full attention back to the key, Rainbow sighed and felt a smile curl at her lips. She walked over to the bedside table and put it down. "Not got much use for it right now, after all, and I'm kinda used to wearing it anyway."

Flash giggled, and when Rainbow looked at him, he held up his hands defensively. "Sorry, I just can't stop thinking about how alike we are. I—I really like wearing my cage."

"It's kinda crazy how alike we are sometimes, huh?" Rainbow closed her eyes for a moment then gave a little nod as she walked away from the key. Then she looked down Flash's body and spotted his cage. Inhaling a deep breath, she struggled to look away. "What's it feel like?"

"Tight. It always feels tight. That's the point, though. It holds tight like that so I—so my clitty can't get big." He blushed while using the same words his mommy had used. "Just thinking about it makes wearing it wor—better."

"Yeah. Yeah I totally get that." Picking up the white panties with lace trim, Rainbow passed them to Flash. "Now get dressed, you perv."

Taking a pad, Flash unwrapped it and spread it open on the end of the bed, then stepped into the panties. "These feel so good. Is that silk?"

"Satin silk, yeah. Sour has particular tastes." Rainbow grabbed a sock. "The trick here is you need to work them under what softness you have. Like this."

Flash watched Rainbow demonstrate, folding and tucking a sock into the bottom of her cup and working it so that what little softness she had on her chest sat atop the cotton. The effect was startling—she had a solid B cup breast. "Wow."

"I know, right? There's something with it, though. Just wedging some cloth in there is great and all, but it can get a bit sweaty—and no one wants that. So…" Walking to the dresser, Rainbow picked up not the can of sports deodorant but the lavender body spray. She got the sock out and sprayed it and its twin down with the can. "Now it won't smell like sweat."

When Rainbow turned around again, both socks were hidden from Flash's view—but she now filled the bra out with a pair of B cups. He stared a moment, trying to work out where the flesh stopped and the sock started.

"What scent do you want? Sour like lavender and cherry, so I have both here."

"Cherry." Flash bit his lower lip a moment, but with the choice made he was freed from thinking about it more. What relaxed any of his remaining anxiety away was how readily Rainbow admitted that she let Sour's tastes dominate her own. It reminded him of his own relationships with his mommy and Luna.

Rainbow sprayed down the second pair of socks with a different can, and the smell of cherries joined lavender in the air. "Here you go. Try it yourself first. Fold them over and try to lift your chest up a bit and get them under you."

First, Flash pulled the bra on and fastened it behind his back. Doing as instructed, he folded the sock and tried to cup his flat chest upward. The soft layer of fat that covered his slight build helped, but even with that the sock didn't have enough to push up. "Uh… help?"

"Here, let me do the first." Stepping up behind Flash, Rainbow reached around him and carefully removed the sock. "Huh, I guess you win on flatness after all. I'll give it my best."

Hyperaware of Rainbow's fake chest pressing into his back, Flash found himself blushing as she peeked over one of his shoulders, folded the sock, and tsked. 

"You need to lean forward," Rainbow said.

"F-Forward?" His nerves were back. Doing as instructed, because he trusted Rainbow, Flash felt her trying again. "Oh."

"Perfect. You do have enough, just gotta give it some extra help." Rainbow held up the second sock to Flash. "Do you want to try the other, Fleur?"

The usage of his new name broke the nervousness that had grown in Flash at having Rainbow pressed against him. Taking a deep breath—and getting a rush of cherry-scented air—he nodded. "I'll try. What's the worst that could happen?"

Leaning forward, Flash tried to find the same amount of flesh to cup as Rainbow did, worked the sock under it—and failed. He failed his second and third tries, too, but the fourth saw him manage to get just enough to hide the sock and let him pad out the bra to a small B cup and have what looked like a little cleavage. 

Staring down, Flash felt girlish glee rush through him at the sight. Cherries. He realized all he could smell was cherries. Inhaling deeply, he realized that he was going to be associating breasts and cherries probably for the rest of his femboi life. 

"Hey, they look pretty good." Rainbow circled around Flash and smirked. "You're going to fill the dress out just right. Come on, let's get these on and do our hair."

Dresses, Flash could only conclude, were for him. Rainbow helped him slip into the gown. It had more weight to it than anything he'd worn before in his life, and under the dress was more dress to support the outer dress. It was dressception—dresses all the way down to his trembling-with-excitement self.

"There," Rainbow said as she secured the zip at the back of Flash's dress. "Oh crap, Fleur, take a look!"

Following Rainbow's gesture to find a full-length mirror, Flash could only stare at the woman wearing the long and pronounced dress. She had quite the figure—modest chest leading down a skinny tummy to the flaring dresses that bespoke of hips. Looking back up, Flash saw his own hair on the woman's head.

The smell of cherries claimed a new moment for him. In his heart, Flash had to agree with Rainbow's surprise—he looked beautiful.

"You still need shoes, makeup, and your hair needs doing, but I think you look awesome." Slipping into her own dress, that Flash had picked for her, she started wiggling and squirming.

Noticing the movement and breaking his gaze from the gorgeous woman in the mirror, Flash was surprised to see Rainbow struggling to get into the dress. "Hold on." He helped where he could, but it took a lot of work to get the outfit on and straight. "What happened?"

"This was something Rarity made for me. I kinda had a growth spurt at the start of college and now"—Rainbow shifted her hips side to side—"I have a little more sway than I did back then."

"What did Rarity end up doing?" Flash asked, helping Rainbow straighten the dress before he zipped her up.

"Fashion school. She's working part-time doing seamstress work. I should take this dress to her and get her to let it out a little."

Watching as Rainbow looked down into her cleavage, Flash saw her nose flare a little. He mimicked her action and had so much of a nose-full of cherries that he swore he could taste them. "We totally should."

"Come on, we need to do our hair next. Have you got any practice with it?" Rainbow walked over to the vanity on the other side of the room and held the chair out for Flash.

Feeling no trace of anxiety, Flash rushed over—and almost tripped on the dress.

"Slow down. Walk with confidence and poise, like the lady you are." Holding out a hand to the stricken boi, Rainbow guided him to the seat. "Now, let's go with basics today. I'm sure if we organize a day with Rarity she'll have soooo much to teach us."

As he sat down, Flash got a face-full of light when Rainbow turned on the lamps around the mirror. "There's not a lot to conceal here, just a little work to highlight your cheek bones and a touch of mascara, I think."

Flash wasn't sure what she meant. While he'd been an avid connoisseur of dresses and floofy outfits, he'd never once done any research on make up. He regretted that now. "I have no idea what you just said."

"Flash, don't worry, this can be your homework." Rainbow started work, beginning with his cheeks and bringing a little lighter color to them.

The process, Flash realized, was multiple steps and involved layering and blending substances together until his already smooth cheeks looked even more so and sported a perpetual—if slight—blush.

"You see, for former tomboys like ourselves, we have to smooth things out. Your cheeks are gorgeous already, but with just a little work they can be awesome. See?" Rainbow stepped back so Flash could see himself in the mirror.

"Wow." With his long hair, Flash realized it was even easier to just assume girl rather than guy in a dress. "What was all that? Write it down for me so I can work out how to do that."

"We can watch some make up tutorials after this if you want. You can figure out what you want to search for from there." Rainbow worked around Flash's eyes next, and told him to close or open them as she needed, brushing things around and in one case almost into his eyes, lashes, and eyelids.

This was a far more visible set of changes. There was no layering, just each part of his eyes getting the attention they craved until, at last, he was left looking at an amazing pair of eyes that were only recognizable as his by the pupil color. 

"I went with soft blue. It's a nice inoffensive shade and will match a blue lip-gloss I have."

Flash could only nod at that, too captivated by his own eyes to look away. A moment later, on command, he worked his lips after Rainbow painted something on them. "What was all that? I caught lip-gloss, but what did you do to my eyes?"

"Just a little mascara, some eye-liner, lash-enhancer, and I touched up the blue in your eyebrows a little. I would have plucked them a bit neater, but Rarity will want to yell at me for something, and I can live with that." Gathering up Flash's hair in her hand, Rainbow brought it to the side, then lifted it up, then wrapped it around her wrist a little to keep it out of her view in the mirror. "I'm not sure what to do with your hair. Is there a particular style you like it in? And don't say braids."

"What's wrong with braids?" Flash asked. 

"Nothing. Not a single, solitary thing. So long as you're junior high." The way Rainbow said it made it sound like she was quoting someone. "Rarity didn't have to teach me that, but she did anyway."

Flash giggled. It was such a tinkling, light sound that it surprised him to hear it—but also delighted him. "She definitely has a way with words, but I can't doubt her fashion sense."

"Except that weird carousel dress thing she made in our final year," Rainbow said, grabbing a brush and starting on Flash's hair.

A little surprised, Flash watched as Rainbow styled his hair with the brush and used some clips to pin it back and up a little. "You didn't like it?"

"It was a phase, she said. Well, that phase sucked. The thing weighed a ton, she needed two people to help her put it on, and it didn't match her hair at all." With his hair lifted up from his neck, Rainbow fanned it out into a cascade behind him. "Yeah, this works. Now let me get those bangs."

"Bangs?"

Swapping the brush for a comb, Rainbow started to tease the hair of Flash's brow down and forward, getting his face a little frame of blue. "These," she said, "are bangs. And yours need a trim. There's no way I'll do that, though. You'll want to have Rarity talk at you for an hour to decide how they should be before she can argue with a hairdresser for another hour. In the end, they'll do like five little snips and Rarity will claim victory."

The more Rainbow talked, the more Flash was giggling. Hearing her say it, Rarity would spend hours just discussing the most minute detail of any fashion decision. Something he didn't doubt. He sighed, though. "You really think she'll be interested enough to help me?"

"Fleur, she will work wonders. If I know Rarity, and I'm still one of her best friends, she'll pounce on you and not give up until you look ten times better than what I can do. Trust me."

Flash only had to look at the beauty in the mirror to find his reassurance. Staring back at him from under defined, long lashes was his own blue eyes. The rest of the woman there was stunning. The long dress, the slight swell of her bust, and a look of shock that mirrored his feelings perfectly. He couldn't contemplate how this was him. "Y-Yeah. I trust you, Rainbow."
> 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 7
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Flash had been practicing. Every day for the last two weeks (since his first day hanging out with Rainbow) he'd spent the morning primping and trying out makeup, outfits, and bra-stuffing.

It had been impossible to ignore Celestia and Luna's looks when he'd first come home. His mommy in particular had seemed to have trouble speaking as he walked up to her and gave her a hug. They'd showered him in new presents—a vanity unit, a makeup mirror, so much makeup as would cause even Rarity to exclaim at the excess, and a far more expansive selection of female underwear.

The mirror was great, and while he made excellent use of it to carefully apply his makeup, it also let him catch a glance at Celestia walking up behind him.

She was wearing what looked like skinny-cut jeans, sized for her taller frame. They clung tight and showed off everything, yet actually revealed nothing. A dark turtle-neck shirt hid everything from her waist to her neck, and did a perfect job of showing off her massive chest. Her makeup was similar to what she'd wear to school, but with a lot of subtle changes that recontextualized her face from trustworthy to hungry.

He barely even twitched when her hands settled on his shoulders and her breasts settled on his head.

"I'm having company tonight." Leaning a little further forward, Celestia set the weight of her chest fully on the top of Flash's head.

Now, with all that mass compressing him slight, Flash was aware of his mommy's breathing, each clench of her diaphragm registering in his neck muscles. Too, the scent of her perfume was practically cascading over him, carrying Flash away to a field of roses and cherries. Even through this rush of tactile and olfactory bliss, Flash could remember the fantasies of all the guys—admitted mostly in the locker room—about Celestia's chest. What they all wanted to do to her breasts. He had been inventive, mixing elements of everyone else's fantasies so that he sounded normal—when all he ever wanted to do was just cuddle them.

"Anyone I know?" Flash picked up the tiny brush and held his eyelids still while he brushed his lashes into glorious definition.

"A cute guy I met at the teachers' conference. It's hard, in my line of work, finding someone to hook up with that doesn't want to do all the dating and long-term things. We're just going to have a little fun." Watching Flash in the mirror, Celestia carefully teased one of his bangs aside to reveal his startlingly blue eyes. "You're so pretty. Hold still a moment."

Halfway through brushing one lash, Flash froze as Celestia drew her phone out of a pocket. Holding it out and slightly to the side, she aimed the camera at the mirror and gave the tiny optical device the most satisfied, almost feline smile ever—then took the shot. "You're such a darling."

Flash felt his cheeks heat up. It wasn't the amazing breasts on his head, it wasn't the cage clamped firmly around his boi clitty, it was the way his mommy spoke. His ears were just about melting off, though, when her hand moved fast and she snapped a second picture. "Hey, uh—"

"Don't worry, these won't be shared with anyone except The Club."

"The Club?" Flash tried to focus back on his makeup. It worked, mostly, though the tight throbbing between his legs was now going to be an ever-present addition to his day. And he'd been doing so well at staying relaxed…

"Yes. A few friends with similar tastes. I've been thinking of inviting Sour Sweet." Tapping away on her phone, Celestia made happy little humming sounds that Flash recognized as her in an extremely good mood. "And sent."

Gulping, Flash finally managed to get his last lash done and didn't have to worry about ruining his makeup by blinking. "W-What 'tastes'?"

"For myself it's you. A cute little boi who is the sweetest and most adorable—" Celestia drew out her phone again and snapped another picture just as Flash hit full-blush. "Yes, that. We have a special app and everything. It's very exclusive, and I'm excited to invite my first new member."

"I don't understand. When did you join this club?" The last touch Flash needed was his lips. Pale skin and blue eyes/hair meant that a bright and bold red lipstick was perfect. Countless videos online in the last fourteen days had coached him through each step of putting his face on. A bold line along one lip and then back over the other and he squeezed them together and smiled into the mirror.

"The founder of the club invited me. She'd started things up only a year before you came to stay here." Celestia's face broke into a huge smile. "They love the new look, by the way."

"W-Who?"

Narrowing her eyes a moment, Celestia tapped away on her phone, paused, and then smiled. "The app doesn't show names, though we all know each other." Holding her phone out, Celestia showed Flash the chat under the pictures of him and her.

The first thing that was apparent were all the people in chat were identified by avatars only (as Celestia had said)—pictures that were closeups of cleavage. Two big, heavenly pink breasts with a cavernous divide between them were beside the pictures. He knew that bosom very well, given it was currently resting on his head.

Two enormous buttery yellow breasts overflowing from a bra that he was sure was too small, said, "Oh my goodness. You are so lucky! He's blossomed into such a sweet little thing!"

A pair of off-blue breasts (that he was sure wasn't Rainbow's first and foremost by their size), said, "Don't let that boi out of your sight or I'll come and gobble him up."

More comments from at least three others filled the screen until Celestia's breasts asked, "Would you mind if I showed her? She'd blush so much more as she tries to guess whom is whom."

Yellow boobs asked, "Is she reading this now?"

Celestia had to set her arms to either side of Flash's head, holding her phone out in front to type, "She is."

"Hello, Fleurette! Oh gosh you're pretty in that dress," Yellow said.

"When are you going to bring her along? I'm dying to meet her," another (different) pair of yellow breasts asked, though these were far smaller.

"When is our next meeting?" Celestia typed.

"In another four weeks. College has been rough," Big Yellow replied.

"I'll bring her and a new prospective member."

There were gasps emojied and spelled out in delicate italics all over the screen by a multitude of mammaries.

"I'm going to go enjoy this sweet thing now. Everyone play nice." Celestia closed the app, revealing the background of her screen was the picture she'd just taken of Flash blushing. She slid the phone back into her pocket and lifted her soft weight from her boi's head. "Remember, you asked for it."

Flash had never seen his cheeks blush hard enough to match his lipstick before—though he'd only been wearing lipstick for a few weeks now. "I know you asked if you could share pictures of me with close friends, but—but I didn't realize you had a club for it."

Tousling Flash's hair again to return its bounce, Celestia sighed. "I didn't have a club for it before you came into my life, Fleur." She turned for the door. "Any plans for lunch?"

Jumping to his feet—feet that were comfortable in low heels now—Flash twirled around in the black dress over white skirts. He was completely and unabashedly in love with wearing french maid uniforms around the house. They let him express his desire to serve the two women in his life. The long dress, of course, always swished around—which was something he adored.

"I was thinking some of that soup I made on Monday. I baked some fresh bread earlier, too." Following Celestia out of his room, Flash felt perfectly content in his self-appointed role as maid of the house. "If it pleases the lady?"

Celestia let out a peal of pure laughter. "Fleur, what's gotten into you today?"

Clutching a hand to each side of his dress when Celestia looked back at him, Flash dipped a little and tilted his head down into a curtsy. "Madam, I am not sure what you're referring to." He had to fight back his own giggles at how girly and playful he felt. It typified everything he loved about being around Celestia—his mommy.

"The soup and bread will be lovely, dear. Our company will be arriving at four. I'm sure he can be entertained until dinner, when we'll head out somewhere and come back for the main event."

Flash bobbed his head. "Of course, my lady."





Lunch went smoothly, Flash sticking to his role of house maid, though he did "reluctantly" sit on Celestia's lap while she fed him soup. Working around the house, he lost track of time and moved to answer the door when it rang.

Flash wasn't exactly short, but Celestia and Luna were big women, and the guy standing in the doorway was closer to their scale than his. He had orange hair that was neatly cut into a masculine hairdo, a close-trimmed and stylish orange stubble over a square jaw. His skin was just shy of being red and was mostly covered by a dark black shirt and jeans. His shoes looked like he'd walked right off the set of a cowboy movie, but the dominating feature of the man that made him scream masculinity was his muscles. He filled out the shirt and left bulges here and there whenever it pulled tight over part of him.

Gulping, Flash couldn't help but just stare at this image of maleness that was at the opposite end of every scale imaginable from him.

"Steph!" Celestia walked up and put a hand on Flash's shoulder. "Please excuse Fleur here, she must have gotten a bit of a surprise."

"Aww. Don't be surprised, little lady, I promise I don't bite."

His voice was rich and deep, backed by a pair of lungs that Flash assumed were trained for singing. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean—" Flash broke off as he watched the guy's gaze start at Flash's eyes, flow down his body, then roll back up—before flicking to Celestia.

Flash's brain connected the dots. He'd checked Flash out as any straight guy would any woman, then immediately looked away to Celestia. Flash couldn't blame him, even if Flash's image was perfectly feminine, he knew how much his mommy drew attention.

"So, Miss Celestia, are we going to move inside or should I sweep you off your feet out here?" Steph's eyes slid aside to Flash again, finding something there worth looking at, but his attention dragged back to Celestia again.

"Of course! Come in, come in!" Looking a touch flustered, Celestia guided Flash to the side and made room for Steph to walk in. His presence in a room seemed to fill it to the brim, and the living room was no exception. Breathing a little heavy, Celestia bit her lower lip and asked, "Would you like to retire somewhere more comfortable?"

Looking again to Flash, Steph asked, "Is your maid going to be okay?"

"She'll be fine, won't you, Fleur?"

Nodding, not able to talk still, Flash realized it was the scent in the room that had hit him hardest. Steph was wearing cologne, and it was the only masculine scent he'd experienced in the house. He lost track of what was going on so much that when his daze ended, Celestia and Steph were gone.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Flash went back to the kitchen where he was partway through mopping the floor. The sound, when it started, shocked him. He'd never heard his mommy scream in that way before, but the longer it went on the longer he realized that was her being very vocal about how much she enjoyed Steph.

His blush came back full force. There was no denying what was going on—not when the sounds of thudding started. The rhythmic tune that had set the stage for humanity's growth in population since time immemorial echoed in Flash's head, a counterpoint to Celestia's cries of joy.

Trying to narrow his focus to mopping took a herculean effort—an effort that was beyond Flash. No matter how careful he was, his mop always moved to the rhythm of the pair. Between his legs, his boi-clit throbbed in the cruel embrace of the cage that restricted it. Every moan and groan had his mind flashing up imagined scenes and his fantasies inserted himself into them.

The fantasies, though, never involved him being the bucking stud atop Celestia.

"Fleur? Fleurette, dear?"

Celestia's voice startled Flash. He looked up, not realizing how distracted he'd been. "Y-Yes?" Looking around at her, he could see she looked—disheveled. Her shirt was done up, but the buttons didn't line up, and her hair was a ruffled mess.

Flash wanted to rush to her aid and, like Rarity would often espouse, undo the tragedy of a fashion emergency. Instead, being a good little maid, he bit his lower lip in worry.

"I'll just be getting ready to have dinner with Steph. We shouldn't be too long." She ducked back and walked down the hall toward her bedroom.

Flash had rushed to the doorway to make sure she was alright, and saw that she walked a little funny. If anything, it made his situation even worse. But there was still house to clean, and Flash's fantasies of being made to walk like that notwithstanding, he had to keep focused.

He heard the shower start, heard Celestia singing something muffled and joyous, and let out a sigh.

"Something wrong?" Steph's deep voice startled Flash so that he spun around to look at him. "Don't mind me, just giving that goddess some room, ya know?"

Flash knew. Hoooooo boy did Flash know. He nodded.

Steph was shirtless, though he had his trousers on. His chest was everything a woman could want in a man—six-pack abs, pecs that twitched when Flash glanced at them (as if sensing his gaze), and shoulders that had five little scratch marks on each.

"C-Can I get you something, s-sir?" Flash asked.

"Water would be good. Or something else refreshing after a workout like that." Steph's eyes were on Flash as he went to the fridge and lifted out the jug of water that had two steeping halves of a lemon in it.

Feeling self-conscious, Flash willed his hands not to shake as he poured a long glass of the zesty water. "Here you go."

"Thank ya kindly, little lady." Taking the glass from Flash, Steph lifted it to his lips and started draining it. Lifting the base higher and higher, a few trickles slipped out of the corner of his mouth—one running to his chin while two others ran in rivulets down his smooth chest.

Flash, his eyes locked on those two drops, completely missed when Steph cupped his hand under Flash's chin, tilted his head up, and kissed his cheek. "You're a sweet little thing. Thanks for that."

Heart beating like crazy, Flash watched as Steph left the room, but he couldn't even move let alone come up with something to say. Only when he heard Celestia's bedroom door close and the shower turn off could he finally get his head around having a guy flirt with him. And, if there was any confusion about how he felt about that, his straining groin cleared it right up for him.

Giving a little, girlish giggle, Flash collected the glass and washed it. He topped up the chilled water and put that back in the fridge.

Humming happily, Flash finished cleaning the kitchen and defrosted some soup for his own dinner, since he'd be all alone. He was once more surprised when Celestia and Steph walked into the kitchen—both now fully dressed. This time Steph's eyes were only for Celestia, and Flash couldn't blame him.

She was wearing a gorgeous dress that hugged absolutely every curve and highlighted every dip all the way from the plunging neckline that showed a hint of the lacy garment supporting her hefty cleavage all the way down to the bottom of the split skirt that hung around her calves. How the split didn't show off her panties, Flash didn't know.

Then a new thought hit him and made his brain completely freeze—was she wearing underwear?

"We're heading out now. I promise we won't be too late, so feel free to wait up." Celestia held out an arm toward Flash and, without a brain cell in his head firing, he walked forward into the hug. "There's a good girl. If you wouldn't mind, could you clean up my bedroom before we're back?"

"Yes, mommy." The words just slipped out, demure and hesitant. Flash blushed and dipped his head even as Celestia kissed the top of his brow.

Letting go of the hug, Celestia reached out her arm and linked it with Steph's. The pair made their way to the front door.

"She calls you 'mommy'?" Steph's voice was audible to Flash, though Celestia's reply was not. Then the front door cut off any further words of their conversation.

A resigned (and wistful) sigh slipped from Flash's lips. He set his soup to heating and went to take care of straightening Celestia's bedroom. The closer he got, the more he thought about what he'd heard and what had certainly taken place in there.

Memories of times he'd "cleaned his mommy up" after some moment where she got too excited while watching something sprung to mind, but the smell of maleness in the room hit him a little hard. Wavering on his heels, Flash shook his head and continued inside. Mixed with that male musk was something else, something Flash was intimately familiar with.

He knew Celestia's scent and taste. There were times when she'd let him lay there, head between her thighs, cleaning her while she just stroked his head. All too often she'd stopped him before things went so far as to climax, though there were some where she'd indulged herself.

Gathering up the bedclothes, the smells were stronger still—reinforcing the memories of him laying on his back across Celestia's lap, gazing up into her blushing cheeks and past her heaving chest. She often played with his hair, stroked his head, or just cradled him there. Those moments were precious to Flash—a connection with his mommy that was his and his alone. She'd even called him a good girl on many such occasions.

Dumping the load of sheets and covers into the washing machine, Flash was aware of another slight addition to Celestia's scent—sweat. She hadn't just had sex, she'd been energetic about it. It was a refined odor that made Flash's toes curl precisely because he rarely found her in such a state.

Flash started the machine and headed to the bathroom while his dinner continued to heat. Sitting on the toilet, he lifted his dress up and lowered his panties.

"Gosh—" was all Flash could say at the mess. Sighing, he removed the thick pad and set it down, then pulled over the wipes and started cleaning his cage and groin up. The problem, as ever, was that touching himself there only made more mess.

Working as fast as possible, Flash bit his lip and held back any stray moan or whine as he cleaned and then applied a fresh pad to his panties and pulled them up. Wadding up the wipes in the dirty pad, he tossed the entirety into the little bin beside the toilet and let his skirts back down again.

Sitting still to calm himself, Flash closed his eyes for just a moment and was able to return to that cozy lap and get those loving pets—before the microwave chimed to tell him his dinner was ready.

The fantasy didn't arouse him, it didn't make him strain in his cage, and it didn't reinforce his growing femininity—it was just a wonderful composite of memories of his happiest times. Standing up, he let his skirts sort themselves out, washed up his hands, and went to have his dinner.





Flash, with a full belly and having just finished making Celestia's bed with fresh linen, startled at the sound of the front door opening. He turned to see Celestia and Steph coming inside and he noticed immediately how fixated they were on each other.

Celestia's eyes, however, drifted toward Flash and he saw one of her eyebrows raise slowly, questioningly.

Not knowing exactly what he was being asked, Flash nonetheless trusted his mommy and knew that if anything went too far—if he ever became uncomfortable with anything—he could let her know and the moment would be replaced with soft words and gentle petting.

He nodded.

One finger raised from Celestia's hand and beckoned him forward, so he rushed to the kitchen, stepping to the side of the hallway where it led through.

Steph cleared his throat. "I hear, Fleurette, that you can't abide pants. That right?"

The question surprised Flash. He puzzled at it, tried to discern the meaning, then realized what Steph had said. "Pants" was the safeword his mommy used with him—a word that he avoided saying. His safe word, combined with the utter nonsense the rest of the sentence was, meant his mommy had spoken to Steph.

A new wave of love washed through Flash. He felt giddy and happy and—curious. Nodding, Flash tilted his head down and tried to hide all the emotions rushing around behind that of a nervous maid girl. "Y-Yes, sir. I can barely even s-say the word."

With a new excitement kindled, Flash's mind raced at the implications of what might be planned. He wondered if he should ask Steph to clarify things, so he could be sure the man knew what he was getting into, but in his moment of indecision Steph struck.

Strong, powerful fingers gripped his shoulder. Flash paled in shock at being manhandled. Whatever Steph had planned, Flash was absolutely sure only his safeword could save him from being overpowered. Feeling like his heart was fluttering, Flash looked up with wide eyes into Steph's gaze. There was nothing Flash could do to resist as the guy pulled him into motion—that strong hand gripped firmly to Flash's lace-bedecked shoulder—and he wondered with coquettish anxiety what was on the menu.

With one arm around Celestia and one clamped to Flash, Steph drew the pair along in his wake as he made his way to Celestia's bedroom again. "We might need some more cleanin'."

"But, I—I—I—" Flash struggled to find a rock in the chaotic sea his evening had become. There was no help and no sane reason he could think of for why Steph was doing this. Then his brain ticked over and found one—does he want a three-some with Celestia and the "maid of the house"? Flash tried to get out a denial, "I'm not a gi—"

Steph turned his gaze toward Flash, locking eyes with him that mentally weighed down Flash's resistance. There was his safeword, but this wasn't something Flash was upset about.

Having drawn Flash all the way into the room and closed the door behind him, Steph paused a passionate kiss with Celestia to turn and look at Flash. His smile was lop-sided and Flash couldn't work out what the man was thinking or what he'd say.

"Why don't you get comfortable on the bed, sweet-cheeks, I'm gonna make sure this little filly knows what's going on." Steph let go of Celestia and stepped into Flash's most near and dear personal space, then took another step so Flash backed up against the wall. "Ya see, I like it when I have a—a witness."

Flash was stunned, frozen, and couldn't think how to respond. Then Steph's hand reached down and pulled his skirts up while the other reached under them. Strong, insistent fingers touched the waistband of Flash's panties and then pushed down between his skin and the padding within.

There was no look of shock and no exclamation as Steph cupped the cage around Flash's sex. The man gave it a little tug, not painful, but a reminder to Flash that he was wearing it. "I think we both know where we stand. Why don't you settle down on your knees and keep your pretty eyes open for me?"

It was a question, and a direct one. Flash nodded slowly and, when Steph's hand drew from his panties, he slid down the wall and landed on his knees with his dress fanned out around him.

He watched in shock and absolute amazement as Steph slipped his shirt off, removed his shoes and pants, then kicked his boxers down to join the trail of his clothes. He was hard—Flash had seen men hung like Steph before in pornos, but he never thought the average guy might be hung like that.

Celestia was already out of her dress. Flash could see that she hadn't worn panties (just like he'd suspected), and she kneeled on the edge of the bed with her chest thrust out and still trapped in the confines of her lace bra.

Bras were puzzles. Flash had seen them make a chest out of flatness, carefully contain truly massive bosoms, and every single one seemed impossible to remove without a degree in fashion. He gulped, eyes locked on Steph's left hand as the man reached behind Celestia's back and unfastened the garment.

"There're my girls. Hello, babes, wanna kiss?"

Celestia tipped her head back and, for a brief moment, made eye contact with Flash. She looked hungry, happy, and excited to him. She looked a touch curious, too—before her face distorted and she moaned at the oral attention her breasts received.

It was a porno. That was the only way Flash could explain what he saw. There wasn't much foreplay, mostly Steph reaching a hand between Celestia's legs to make her cry out more, before removing them, forcing Celestia to her back, and shoving into her like a rutting beast.

Flash couldn't look away from the main event before him. Every thrust, every change in position, and every mark Celestia drew on Steph's skin with her nails seemed part of a whole—and he had to watch it. No. He wanted to watch it.

He ached, now. Flash's boi-clit was still trapped in the prison that seemed two sizes too small. He clutched his hands into little fists in his skirts until his knuckles were white—or so he thought, since he literally couldn't look away.

Steph was like a machine: a big, strong, masculine, thrusting machine. Flash couldn't take his eyes off the pair. Straining in his cage, he wanted nothing more than his own release, but knew he wasn't going to get it.

Then, as if the show he was getting needed a big finish, Steph started to buck his hips even harder, even faster, drawing a long and constant moan from Celestia that broke her voice as she screamed in pleasure.

While Flash stared in shock and arousal, Steph grunted like a bull as he climaxed, hips hammering hard against Celestia's flesh—making clapping sounds to accompany their voices.

But, like all such things, the shouts and moans became sighs and pants. The rapid and animalistic motions stilled and both Celestia and Steph were left heaving on the bed, coasting in their respective releases. Flash, however, was not so lucky.

With his knuckles clenched in the folds of his dress, Flash was panting softly at what he'd just seen. Celestia had acknowledged him every now and again during the big event, even if with casual glances that never lingered long, but Steph had completely ignored him being there.

The wordless tableau held for some minutes. Flash couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, his mind skipping through the fresh memories and ensuring they would be seared into his brain for a long time.

"Better get ready for round two, stud." Celestia was first to speak, first to move, and first to run to the bathroom.

Steph sat up and watched Celestia as she left, his eyes fixated on her hips. "Maid?"

It took Flash a moment to realize he was talking to him and, if he'd had cat ears, they would have perked up at the word. "Y-Yes, sir?"

"I need you to clean something." Steph swung his leg over the side of the bed, then the other. Flash could see all of him from his toes to the top of his head—and every bit between. His member was growing more and more flaccid by the moment, a pendulous, masculine, sticky mess.

It took a moment for Flash to register the meaning, but when he did his brain almost short circuited. Climbing quickly to his feet, he walked over to the bed without any idea what to actually do.

"Down there. You'll probably want to be on your knees for this job, little lady." Steph gestured with one hand, casually, to his penis.

"Yes, sir." Flash wasn't sure how to react, so went with unsure maid. Lowering himself down into a curtsey, he kept going down and let his dress cushion his knees as they came to rest on the floor. Now, situated between Steph's legs, Flash had one big sight to feast his eyes on.

"Need to be ready for her when she's back, so don't be afraid to use a little tongue."

Flash nodded his head and leaned forward. With one hand he reached up and carefully cradled Steph's member, thumb underneath and fingers carefully guiding it and lining it up for him. His fantasies in high school had never been this intense.

Ignoring all his little worries, Flash reminded himself that he'd practiced this. Luna had been his teacher, and she'd been most enthusiastic about teaching him how to handle a penis, how to love it, how to treat it as the precious tool of pleasure it was. He'd started with one of her dildos and finally worked up to "satisfying" her while she wore a strap-on.

This was nothing like that—this was a real penis.

Closing his eyes, Flash kissed the tip of Steph's shaft, then carefully leaned in a little more so that the length parted his lips and turned the kiss into a blow-job. A big hand rested on the top of Flash's head, Steph's fingers carefully brushing at his hair and tickling the top of one of his ears.

The gentleness worked for Flash. This was a cute little fantasy and Steph was letting him live it out. He was Celestia's maid, willing to step in and take care of any messy duties for her—like getting her boyfriend hard for another round of wild sex. Fantasies, Flash reminded himself, were so much fun to actually live out. Though this particular one he hadn't exactly fantasized about before about ten minutes prior.

"There's a good girl. You got the hang o' this." Steph's words were like deep, liquid honey. They rained down on Flash while he suckled and nuzzled at Steph's shaft, adding a warm mental flavor to the cum and femme juices he was dining on. The smell, too, was something else.

Flash, forced to inhale and exhale through his nose, was being fed hefty lungfuls of sex scented air. It permeated him, making his boi-clit throb all the worse. Everything in the world seemed to fall away as he worked the thick shape in his mouth. He was careful not to graze Steph with his teeth, but one thing eluded him—Flash couldn't take all of it.

Steph, as if sensing this, didn't seem interested in ramming Flash's head down to his groin. Instead, only the gentlest of guiding was delivered to Flash.

The longer the blowjob went, the harder Flash could feel Steph get. It was a mark of pride to Flash that he had the guy ready again after what he considered to be one of the more epic sex acts he'd ever seen, but here he was with Steph's tip at the back of his mouth, swirling his tongue along the hard length to keep him ready.

"That'll do, little lady, your mistress is back." Steph gently but firmly guided Flash's head back from him, revealing his rigid member to the air again. Turning his head to look up at Celestia, who'd stepped into the room, Steph grinned. "Your maid is being right-helpful, ma'am."

"She is a little darling, isn't she? Fleur, dear, I believe I can handle this from here." Celestia gave Flash a winning smile that made his insides flutter.

Getting up, bobbing his head to both of them, Flash retreated to the side of the room to kneel again. He had even more to think about this time as Celestia rolled Steph onto his back. He was vaguely aware of watching his mommy riding Steph reverse-cowgirl while Steph's hands clung to her thighs—his own hips bucking up to meet her each time she came down.

No. Flash was distracted by the taste in his mouth. It was nothing like the salty-sweet taste of his own cum—that he'd tasted in moments of intense curiosity—it was a different ball game altogether. The musky taste of Steph's seed was not all that far removed from his memories, though it was far stronger, but the addition of his mommy's arousal made it a far more potent cocktail.

A warm, oozing trickle down his thigh confused Flash for a moment. Living out his fantasy, it was a trickle of feminine fluids—his mind refusing to recognize it as the pre-cum spilling from his panties that it actually was.

Flash was so distracted by the flavor and fantasy that he missed when Celestia leaned sideways off Steph and the guy, holding one of her legs up in the air, took over the primary role again.

"Fleur? Dear?"

Hearing his mommy call his name yanked Flash back to the present. She was on her side and being railed by Steph, still. "Mommy?"

"Come over here, Fleur, I want—Oh ffff—" Eyes locked with his, Celestia looked like she'd just hit her peak again.

Slowly getting to his feet, Flash felt unsure as he approached. His mommy was going through something intense and didn't look like she was able to finish her request.

Steph let out a deep groan, and Flash watched him bucking his hips hard against Celestia again.

"Come here, sweetie." With his mommy reaching out to him, and asking for him, Flash had no fears or worries about climbing up on the bed with her.

Strong arms wrapped around Flash and he was tugged firmly against Celestia's tummy. She was warm, a little sticky in places, but then under his dress—under his panties and the liner—Flash was sticky too. Reaching up, he pulled himself to her with all his boi-ish might and rested his cheek against one of her breasts.
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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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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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Spending a whole day in Luna's care had revitalized Flash. He danced around the house all the following day, cleaning and cooking, swishing his skirts and singing aloud to the music he was playing.

With both the sisters missing during the day, he'd taken a little time to catch up on trying a recipe or two that he'd seen—such that when the front door opened to admit Celestia, the house was filled to the brim with the smell of baked cookies.

"Fleur, what have you been up to?" When Celestia entered the kitchen, it was in time to see Flash lifting another tray of cookies from the oven.

Looking back at his mommy, Flash shared a big smile with her. "There isn't enough house to spend all day cleaning it, so I did a little baking."

Gravitating toward the cake that was sitting to one side on the bench, Celestia seemed barely able to drag her eyes from the delicious treats to settle them on Flash. "Luna had to call a rain-check on tonight, so it will be just us two."

The news drew a little sigh from Flash.

"You two had a lot of fun yesterday, didn't you?" Celestia, apparently, hadn't missed the wistful note. When Flash nodded, she smiled so brightly it was like having the sun dawn in the kitchen. "I'm glad to hear that. Have you picked something out to wear for tonight?"

"I was going to wear my favorite dress. The one that matches both your colors and Luna's?"

"The warm, summer tones? Oh, I like that one. You don't mind if I have a piece of that ca—" Celestia drew her hand back from where it had been reaching toward the cake, right before Flash and tried to shoo her away. "But—"

"Here. I made one especially for you, Mommy." Flash lifted the lid on a tray he'd kept aside to reveal the one iced cupcake with cream and jelly inside it that he'd baked for Celestia.

Seeing the treat, Celestia wrapped her arms around Flash and pulled him into a tight hug—though this mostly had the effect of pushing his face into her cleavage, since she was wearing flats and Flash had heeled pumps on.

Not that Flash was going to complain. Celestia's cleavage was expansive, warm, and welcoming. Tilting his head up to look at her past her breasts, he asked, "We can have the cake when we're home from dinner."

Celestia kissed Flash on his nose (that barely extended out of the top of her cleavage). "Then I will devour your little present and we can get ready to leave."

Released from his excursion to Celestia's bust, Flash only blushed moderately as he got back to slipping the cookies into the big cookie jar he'd purchased for this exact purpose. With the four trays of cookies, and making allowance for the one tray cooling, he almost filled the jar halfway.

Getting dressed, now that Flash had spent more than a little time doing so properly himself, was both more straightforward and less so. Dressing as a guy, he could pull on jeans and a shirt over whatever boxers he happened to have on, throw some socks on, sneakers, and he was as dressed as he'd needed to be.

Now, though, Flash had an entire series of tasks to prepare him for putting anything at all on, to say nothing of selecting the right underwear for what dress and shirt he wanted. Being soft colors, he selected a skin tone bra and panties, his favorite soft yellow skirt, and a pale blue shirt. It would play well with Luna's darker tones (if she'd been attending) and Celestia's normally bright palette.

With his longer hair, he decided something to lift it up all around but with a small spill down the center of his back would be good. He made it so. Pulling his panties on after a quick shower, making sure he had a pad in them, Flash turned his attention to his chest. With good eating (mostly his practice with baking) he'd put on a little extra softness. It wasn't much, and was unnoticeable except at his chest.

He knew it was wishful thinking. It still took the same amount of padding to fill his cups, but he was sure that when Luna had clutched and squeezed his chest, there was more there. The memory of that amazing day still resonated, and so the rest of his preparations went by with him humming a tune he couldn't remember.

The skirt swished first around his soles at first but, with the addition of a pair of high heels, the hem raised to a little below his ankles. His top was a cute camisole that showed off his bra straps and the hint of cleavage he'd managed to cultivate. It was chiffon silk, and he needed something to go over it, he thought, so he would have a jacket to take off in the restaurant.

Looking in his closet, he saw the one thing that would be perfect. It reminded him of his high school jackets he'd sometimes worn, but this was cut for a woman, not a boy. A light and soft leather that, when he pulled it over his shoulders, didn't simply hang—it pulled inward.

He made his way over to his vanity unit and first tied his hair back with a loose band before starting on his makeup. He wanted to look and feel like a woman, and that meant he had some work to do. Foundation, some gloss on his lips, a hint of color for his cheeks, and the wonderful deep blue eye shadow that worked so well with his hair. A few more bits and pieces, and he was happy with his look. The woman in the mirror definitely helped with that.

Last of all was his hair, which took a little work to manage, but in short order he had the temporary hair band out and was pinning and securing his hair up before letting it tumble down his back. Briefly, he wondered when he should start to get it cut. Did he want waist-length? He'd heard from Rainbow that it could be hard to take care of, but it wasn't like his mommy or dommy wouldn't let him have more time to primp himself.

But that was something for another day—another night. Standing up, Flash turned in place and the woman in the mirror wasn't Flash Sentry, she was Fleurette. It was such a wonderfully affirming thing to have a name like that for such a look.

Walking to the door, he felt more comfortable in his heels than ever—and almost walked into Celestia. "S-Sorry!"

The look his mommy bestowed upon him was pure bliss. Flash blushed and couldn't help himself than to turn slightly.

"Fleur, you look amazing! Is this what you and Rainbow were shopping for a few days ago?" Celestia stepped back and then held her finger out and twirled it in a circle. When Flash obediently spun, Celestia let out a little gasp and pulled her phone from her pocket. "Luna is going to be so jealous she couldn't make it—but she wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I didn't show her this."

Flash was obliged to do a few poses, not wanting to disappoint his mommy. Turning this way and that, he even brought one manicured hand up to touch his chin with a single slim finger. Celestia's phone devoured him and rendered every innocent (and less than innocent) image to its memory card.

"Now to pick the best four—which you've made very difficult, Fleur—and send them to her."

Leaving Celestia to her mammoth task, Flash walked down the hallway to the living room to await his mommy's readiness. Each step made him aware anew how much the heels forced his gait into one that made his hips sway.

He didn't have long to wait, and this time (without the distraction of her camera) Flash took more notice of what Celestia was wearing. A short burnished bronze skirt that made her long legs seem even more so, a white button-up shirt, and stockings stretched all the way from her calf-boots to sights unseen. "You look so scrumptious I might eat you if we have to wait any longer. Come on."

Blushing a little, Flash took a step toward the door and then gasped. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. "I forgot my purse!" His mommy's giggles chased him down the hall and back to his room.

There was an important choice to be made. When Flash had first started acquiring a proper wardrobe, he'd been limited to only one purse. Biting his lip, Flash looked around the gaggle of style and color he had now. He had three blue purses, but he wanted the dark one to match his eye shadow.

Slipping his wallet into the purse, he added his lip gloss, a brush, some spare hair clips, a hair tie in case it all went to Tartarus, and finally his phone. Then he paused, added his pads, some tissues, and a little pack of wipes too. Finally, with his accouterments in order, Flash made his way back to the front of the house. "Sorry, I need to find the right one and then I had to—"

Celestia put a finger to Flash's lips and smiled down at him. "It's perfectly alright, Fleur. You're acting like I don't sometimes spend an hour picking out my makeup and purse." She kissed him on the forehead, giggled at the red mark her lips had left, then used a tissue to clean Flash's forehead.

Holding still was almost impossible, what with Flash practically vibrating with boish energy. He waited for Celestia to clean her lipstick from his forehead and followed her outside. The evening was a little cool, but Flash's cheeks were still flushed enough that he didn't feel it.

Celestia sat down in her seat beside him, and reached across to check his seat belt. "All buckled in?"

Squirming a little, Flash nods. "Yes, Mommy."

The tone was light as they drove to the restaurant. Celestia parked the car and they both got out. It was only a short walk, but each step reminded Flash of how much his gait had changed for wearing heels.

The inside of the restaurant was neat and quiet, and the maitre d' efficient at escorting "the two lovely ladies" to a table.

Carefully folding his legs, Flash sat exactly as a lady should and set his purse on a spare chair beside him.

Settled and watching Flash, Celestia asked, "Now that we're both comfortable, Fleur, what did you think about Steph? I admit I was a little worried the physical connection without any emotional backing would put you off."

The forthright question blindsided Flash. He had to focus on his feelings regarding the guy and what it meant in the context of that night. "You told him about me, I could tell. He knew my safe word and you were there with me. Steph was fun because he was adult about what he wanted and he respected me enough to make sure I was okay with it." Picking up the carafe of water on the table, Flash poured himself a glass and took a sip. "Plus he was so hunky."

"I was starting to wonder if my little Fleur only had a thing for girls. It's good to be open about this." Celestia blinked in surprise and then stood up. "You'll have to excuse me. I need to visit the little girl's room."

Flash, and probably every other man in the room watched Celestia as she walked. Though most of them would have been drooling at the raw sexual energy she put out—or so Flash thought—but his love was not that shallow.

It was as Flash was looking back to the menu before him that something in his peripheral registered as familiar. Looking up at the sea of diners in the room, he tried to figure out who it was he'd seen. He was still looking when Celestia returned and took her seat.

A waitress must have been lying in wait, since she chose that time to approach the table. "May I take you ladies' orders now, or perhaps assist in selecting the perfect meal?"

She was so smooth and self-assured that she had Flash wondering how she'd gotten that intrusive-but-not-really balance so perfect.

"We'll have the rocket salad entree each. I'll have the salmon main—actually, we both will. And a coffee and ice cream dessert each. A glass of the house white for myself and lemonade for my daughter." The superior look Celestia wore made Flash wonder something. Something he didn't ask until the waiter left with their order.

"Was something wrong?" Flash finally asked.

"They seem more focused on heavy meals. Not that I don't appreciate something thick and beefy, Fleurette, but sometimes a lady wants something lighter."

"Like Steph?" Flash asked, a tiny grin betraying his amusement.

"He is a heavy meal indeed. Lots of beef." Celestia laughed at that. "What about you, Fleurette? You had your eye on someone back in high school, wasn't it Thunderbass?"

Closing his eyes, Flash tried his honest best not to squirm at all, but he failed. "It was a one-sided crush, but I was so into him." The words slipped out, but Flash was glad he said them. They needed to come out so he could admit his feelings. "It's—"

The salads and drinks arrived. Flash got to sip his lemonade while picking away at the salad. He looked at his glass after sipping from it and noticed a lipstick mark on it. For a fraction of a moment he considered that it was dirty from some girl sipping from it—then he realized some girl was him.

Celestia paused for a moment, then asked, "Were there any girls you liked?"

Flash snorted. "Two, remember? I had the best and worst taste. Ponies, both times. One an outlaw and the other a princess." Despite how his efforts to find love among the fairer sex had never eventuated, Flash still had a special spot in his heart devoted to each of them. He sighed.

"With how things turned out, I wouldn't say any of that was 'worst taste', just bad timing. So, out of the three, how would you rate each?" Given she'd been the one asking the questions, Celestia was further through her salad, though Flash had drunk more of his lemonade.

It actually caused Flash to stop eating and pause. "That's a tough one. Twilight is an amazing person. She had this bookish-but-tough vibe." Realizing he wouldn't finish the food before dessert arrived, he ate some more before continuing. "Then Sunset. I mean, when she was bad, she was bad," he said, using emphasis and a smirk to show what bad he meant. "But, when she was good…" Closing his eyes, Flash pictured Sunset Shimmer saving his world's Twilight Sparkle from being overcome by magic. "… she was amazing."

"She's still doing her world-saving thing, when she's not causing social upheaval with her art." Her salad now a memory, Celestia sipped her wine. "And what about Thunderbass?"

Pondering his high school unrequited love, Flash sighed. "He was the best friend I could ever have asked for. Whenever I needed help, he'd be the first to offer me a hand. Didn't matter how bad the situation was. I guess he wasn't interdimensionally-awesome, but he made up for that with being there."

"Scores, then?"

Finding his plate empty, Flash took a long sip of his lemonade. "They're all eleven out of ten."

"And, what about me?"

Flash tried not to panic. He trusted his mommy not to freak out if he gave "the wrong answer". Besides, he had the perfect answer. "Twelve. In your own way, you're top of your field too."

"So why not eleven? Where does my extra one come from?" Pausing their conversation while a waiter came and took their empty plates and glasses, Celestia said, "Refills on the wine and a lemonade, please."

Waiting for their drinks to be refilled, Flash found himself humming one of the songs his high school band had played. It made him smile to remember the bassline they'd written for it, it let Thunderbass show off his skills.

"Here you go. Your main course will be coming soon." The waitress set the drinks before them and slipped away again before she could intrude further.

When Flash didn't immediately continue, Celestia pouted. "Please?"

"The extra one comes from us being together and you making me part of your life." He delivered his best smile to her. "I think I can see our food coming."

"Two salmon en croute with sauteed broccolini and spinach with a cream sauce."

Flash's eyes widened at the spectacular dish. He knew, from what research he'd done on meals to prepare for the sisters, that such was a complex recipe but that the combination would work. The smell alone filled him with desire to try making it himself. "Thank you."

"Thank you," Celestia said, admiring her plate.

When the waitress left, there seemed to be little time for talk. Both of them made appreciative sounds of gastronomical bliss as they dismantled the fish and vegetables, stopping only to take sips of their drinks.

Neither was able to say a word after the course. The waitress bustled over and retrieved their plates. "Would you like your dessert now or would you like to wait a little while? I could bring you coffee?"

"That would be nice. Also, please do delay that dessert course—I think we're both still appreciating that salmon." Looking over at Flash, Celestia raised an eyebrow.

Unsure what to say, Flash said, "Huh?"

"What type of coffee would you like?" Celestia asked.

"Our chef makes a wonderful hot chocolate, if you two ladies would prefer that?"

"Given how much her eyes dilated at the mention of that, I believe two of those would suit us wonderfully." When the waitress was gone, Celestia asked Flash, "Describe him for me."

"Who? Thunderbass?" At Celestia's nod, Flash closed his eyes to better see his memories. "Lighter blue hair than mine, but with a streak down the middle. His voice was soft and a bit nervous." Picturing Thunderbass in his head, Flash shivered a little. "And he always smiled. Always."

It was a little half-truth. Being close friends, Flash had seen how Thunderbass interacted with his girlfriends. Assertive would be an understatement. Thunderbass had been in control of every moment Flash'd seen him with a girl. It was always Thunderbass making the moves, deciding things, and even ordering food. 

Just thinking of the way he'd take control had Flash squeezing his legs together as his mind dared to insert him in the role of Thunderbass' girlfriend. Gropes, slaps, kisses that would leave him panting for more—it was enough to make Flash feel his cage's tightness for the first time that evening.

Waiting until after their drinks arrived, Celestia changed the topic. "A question, but if you could have a man do anything with you—Steph for example—what would you like the most?"

Flash couldn't answer. His earlier fantasy about being Thunderbass' girlfriend made him blush too much and he knew he'd stammer if he opened his mouth. He hid behind his cup and shook his head. A sip of the chocolate disrupted his panic, though, and he finally said, "What he did, when he told me to do things"—Flash took a deep breath—"was nice. It wasn't far enough, though. I like to imagine being held from behind, pushed around a little, m-maybe even made to do things."

At some point Flash had looked down into his cup but, when he finished his most lurid fantasy, he looked up to see Celestia smiling at him. He fumbled for what to say.

"Now that's something I can get behind. I know you and Luna enjoy a little bit of that together, but there is just something special about having a man do it, isn't there?" Celestia asked.

To hear his mommy say it sent a thrill through Flash. He blushed up a storm and managed to nod while sipping more of the chocolate.

"I arranged for a day spent with Rainbow and her new friend. Not tomorrow, but the day after. You'll be free?"

Flash nodded more, then mentally shook himself to get out of that mindset. "Of course. Where will we be going—or will they be coming over?"

"Well, after talking with Miss Sweet, it seems both Rainbow and yourself need some new outfits. I arranged for us to spend the day with an expert seamstress and fashionista to help correct that."

"R-Rarity?" Flash asked. "But she doesn't have her own shop yet."

"Yes and no. She got a small funding opportunity and is running a popup boutique for a month. Technically we'll be her first day, which will mean we'll be helping her smooth things out. You won't be the only two getting in on this. Luna and myself will be getting our measurements taken for some outfits we'll be ordering." Celestia didn't stop talking when their desserts arrived; she simply nodded to the waitress.

"Trust me, Fleurette, it'll be a wonderful day for all of us."





With a day's notice, Flash spent his time working hard to make sure the house was extra clean. He mopped, cleaned the oven, went over all the couches with a vacuum, and even did four big loads of laundry (one was clothes, the rest were their linen) so that having a day off didn't mean he'd be behind.

Flash had dinner ready for Luna and Celestia when they both got home from work, though it wasn't as fancy as the restaurant meal. When the day was at an end and he was about to climb into bed, his phone beeped with a message.

Picking up his phone, he stretched out and yawned. All day he'd been pushing back his fantasies in order to get his work done, but now he hadn't a single excuse to not indulge a little. 

Thunderbass. The name made him squirm on the bed a little as he imagined all the things a man like him would get up to with a woman. A woman like Fleur. 

He continued squirming and giggled on the bed, imagining Thunderbass pulling Fleur into a hug and kissing her neck. He got so carried away in the fantasy that he forgot about his phone for a few minutes as he indulged in flights of fancy. When he came back to his senses, he checked the screen.

It was from Rainbow Dash. "Hey, uh, I don't know if we're meant to talk about it, but Sour just told me we're all going out tomorrow."

"Dresses. Mommy said we're going to see Rarity about dresses and hang out," Flash sent back.

"NGL, that sounds like the girliest thing ever."

"😆 You are a girl, Rainbow."

"Yeah yeah. Don't rub it in, Fleur. 😅" Before Flash could reply, Rainbow also sent, "I need to go to sleep sometime. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Good night!"
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The morning didn't feel that different to Flash, except possibly he had a little less work to do thanks to everything already gleaming. He got ready for the day, wearing a light blue sundress, a skin tone bra, and a pair of low-heels that he could happily twirl in all day long.

A hurried breakfast of avocado on toast with a big glass of ice tea got them all ready for the day ahead.

Celestia let out a little laugh as Flash spun past her. "Fleurette, you're bouncy today. Here I thought you'd tired yourself out yesterday with all your work."

"We're going to buy dresses!" Flash spun around a few more times, giggling and enjoying the girlish glee of a day packed with anticipation. "Dresses and friends and Mommy and Dommy!"

Luna's stoicism broke when she heard Flash's nickname for her. She turned and looked at Celestia. "How did we get so lucky to find such a precious angel as our Fleur?"

"If I ever find out there was a supernatural force involved, I will have to offer them thanks every day." Standing up fluidly and catching Flash in her arms, Celestia twirled him around one more time before pulling him against her for a hug.

For Flash, this was one of the happiest places he'd ever found in his life. His mommy was wearing heels, which had her tall enough that the top of his head slipped underneath her bust without much squeezing. The smell of Celestia's delicate deodorant (hints of cinnamon and vanilla) she used as well as the slightest hint of fresh clothing and her body had him tingling. Wrapping his arms around her in return, Flash was almost in tears of joy at how perfect this one instant in time was—the only reason he didn't cry was it'd ruin his makeup. "Thank you, Mommy."

With him pressed against her from ankle to chest (hers), Celestia let out a sigh that Flash felt through his cheek pressed against her. "The greatest tragedy in life, Fleurette, is that this moment has to end. But, it is Luna's turn to hug you."

It was tempting to remain clinging to his mommy, but Flash was already looking forward to hugging his dommy. He let Celestia twirl him out from under her cleavage and over to Luna, who was still sitting so that Flash landed on her lap with his head tilting back against her bust.

Luna's scent was vastly different. As she toyed with his ears, Flash leaned against her and inhaled. Where his mommy was light and soft, his dommy was dark and strong. Coffee was one scent he'd always associated with Luna. She had hints of coffee now, but there was a similar intensity like dark chocolate. With his head resting on her breast, he closed his eyes and listened to her heartbeat and the sound of her breathing.

"Well, that's it then," Luna said, reaching up behind Flash's exposed ear and gently rubbing it like she would a cat's, "today is called off. I have my little Fleur to take care of and now I can't possibly move without disturbing her."

"Such a shame." Celestia's voice was closer to Flash now, and when he opened one eye he saw her leaning over him. "I happen to know a pretty girl who would have loved to get some new dresses today."

Flash shivered a little. He'd been so looking forward to the day, but he couldn't let go of Luna's closeness. Her scent, her feel, her dominance— What were a few dresses in sacrifice to this perfect existence? he thought.

"We can return to snuggles when we get home again." Luna booped Flash on the nose with one digit, his cross-eyed confusion broken by the spell her laughter played on him. With one last rub of an ear, Luna set him back on his wobbly feet.

Flash's decision had been made for him. With a regretful sigh at what a whole day on his dommy's lap might have been like, he could now look forward to the day again. Luna had surrendered him to Celestia's car for the drive to Rarity's boutique, and it was on the trip there that Celestia surprised him with a question.

"Would you have given up the day to make my sister happy?"

"The cuddles earlier?" he asked. When she nodded he continued, "Of course I would. If either of you needed a day of cuddles, I'm here to help."

Celestia sighed and kept her silence until she pulled up the car at the curb out the front of Rarity's shop. "Here we are, Fleur."

Climbing out of the car, Flash said, "Thank you, Mommy." Flanked by Celestia and Luna, Flash walked with a confident gait in his heels. He'd been practicing every day, and that had been paying off.

"Darlings! I know I said you were my only guests today, but a fashion emergency always takes precedence. I'll be right with you." Rarity was like a hummingbird of motion. There was a man standing on the other side of the room, and Rarity had all her attention on him. "Just a little more and you'll be perfect, trust me."

Flash couldn't see who it was. With his back to the door, the guy's features were all hidden and no mirror gave him a view of the stranger's face. A weird suspense built. Luna and Celestia had drifted off to look at dresses and left him standing there. Something about the man tickled at memories.

"Thank you so much Rarity. You are a life saver." The guy's voice was deep, but with an edge of scratchiness underlying it. It strummed memories of another, though his voice was deeper than that of the memory.

That's when the guy turned and Flash stared at a ghost. A handsome ghost. Thunderbass looked good, but then, he had been getting doted on by Rarity. A stylish shirt that complemented his eyes, leather jacket that looked fantastic from the front, and eyes that landed on Flash.

He was caught, trapped, unable to look away from that rugged face with its piercing eyes. Flash had been impaled by Thunderbass' gaze and barely even noticed when the guy started walking closer.

"Well, I didn't know there'd be some eye-candy here. I'm Thunderbass." He stopped in front of Flash and raised an eyebrow.

"F—"

"Fleur!" Rarity called out. "Fleur, darling, I'll be ready to take your measurements next."

"Fleur?" Thunderbass asked and nodded. "Yeah, definitely a Fleur. So, you've got Rarity's attention all day?"

The way Thunderbass' eyes drifted down and then back up—lingering both times on Flash's chest—made Flash want to explode if only because of how good it felt that he looked. "Y-Yes. She promised to make me some things."

It surprised Flash how much lighter his voice sounded. For a moment he was worried that he'd have to adjust to speaking this high around people in future, but then it hit him—this was his normal speaking voice. A little voice inside him (though not so little anymore) let out a squeak of glee at that.

"Cool. Very cool. She's the best at what she does, you know? I was in high school with her, and she was the hottest girl there." Smiling, Thunderbass went on, "I wouldn't mind seeing what she has planned for you. Send me your number?"

He'd want pictures, Flash realized. Thunderbass was asking him for pictures as if he was really a woman he wanted to see pictures of and it was too much and Flash, before his brain could catch up, pulled his phone from his purse and rattled off a set of numbers for Thunderbass. When Thunderbass did likewise, Flash entered the contact details and, without thinking twice about it, held up his phone and took a picture for the profile.

Then, as Thunderbass lifted his phone and did likewise, Flash thought he was going to explode. It was too much for him. He couldn't stop all the fantasies he'd had of his crush… crushing. Holding him, talking to him, not just being firm but taking charge.

Flash could smell Thunderbass' aftershave drifting to him, now. The scent was bold and Flash found himself a little light-headed at the masculinity it held. Musk, sharpness, and a deep earthy tone packed around Flash's head like a thick fog, further decreasing his ability to think about anything but his fantasies of Thunderbass.

The beep of Thunderbass' phone announcing a message broke the spell on Flash. He blinked a few times while Thunderbass read the message.

"I hope I'll see you later. I gotta go. Send me some pics." Giving Flash a wink, Thunderbass walked toward the door. "Thanks, Rarity! I owe you one!" He had to dodge around a rush of femininity into Rarity's domain. Rainbow, Sour, and Fluttershy all walked in talking among themselves, not noticing as Thunderbass left.

"Fleur!" Rainbow rushed over to Flash and gave him a hug. "Are you as excited as— What's up?" She'd cut herself off short at the confused look on Flash's face.

"I just— That guy just now—" Flash was slowly getting out of his stunned brain-freeze to realize he had the attention of all three women who'd just entered. "That was my high school crush."

Rainbow turned and looked, but Thunderbass was already gone. "Wasn't he in your band in CHS?"

"Yeah, but we weren't— I don't think he's into guys." It was hard to get the words out, stark reality as they were. "Was I leading him on? We exchanged numbers and everything. He wants to see pictures of me in dresses from today."

While everyone seemed unable to get their words out quickly enough, it was Fluttershy who cut to the chase. "He seemed nice. If he likes you, what's wrong with showing him more of what he likes? You can stop things if it gets too heavy. This is you, Fleur; who you are."

The sense in Fluttershy's words cut through Flash's panic like a knife. He centered himself, closed his eyes, and slowly let out a rising squeak of excitement, culminating in the words, "He's so hot!"

Flash noticed Rainbow and Sour look at each other, grin, and then turn back to look at him. "I get it. You don't like guys."

"I do." Fluttershy wrapped her arms around Flash and gave him a hug.

Sour looked about to say something biting, but then she got a big grin instead. "It's not that we don't like guys so you shouldn't. You were— Do I have to say it?" She looked at Rainbow, who nodded. "Ugh. I'm taking all this out later. You were so cute when you said that."

Snorting a laugh, Rainbow tilted her head toward Sour. "And, since it's her saying it, you gotta know how cute that was. Look, not even a trace of sarcasm!"

Pantomiming strangling Rainbow, Sour surrendered to the inevitable and kissed her girlfriend.

The whole scene, of his friends being friendly and supportive, was like a cozy blanket wrapped around Flash. He was about to ask Fluttershy if she was having any luck with love when Rarity swept into their midst.

"Now that we're all here, queue up and let me get your measurements. I have dresses ready to go with approximate sizes to match each of you, but these things cannot be left to chance." Rarity fixed Flash with her eyes. "You first, dear. Come along, don't be shy."

Still feeling bubbly after the meeting with Thunderbass and Fluttershy's reinforcement that there was nothing wrong with it, Flash followed Rarity into a fitting room. The room was curtained off, and far larger than he'd have expected. "Sorry if I'm nervous."

Waving away Flash's worries, Rarity drew her tape measure, a pencil, and a notepad from hidden pockets on her dress. "Quite alright. I heard your little encounter with the hottest young model in Canterlot."

Gears turned and a little of the fog of enjoyment fled Flash's mind as he joined dots. "Thunderbass?"

"Yes, Thunderbass. He got noticed about a year ago now. It's been a whirlwind for the poor dear, but he's keeping afloat." As she talked, Rarity started taking measurements. "Is this how much you usually pack?"

Flash realized she was looking at his chest. It was odd for him to have attention drawn to the fact he filled his bra, but he had to be truthful about it. "Y-Yeah. I'm getting better at it, but this is as much as I want to go."

"They look delightful." Rarity wrapped the tape around Flash's chest, measuring his cup and then band. "He's terribly rugged, too. That's what's in right now. For his next shoot, he was saying, he needs to grow some stubble."

"He, uh, is into all that?" Flash bit his lip and moved as Rarity guided him, trying not to blush as she assembled all the measurements of him that there were to measure.

"Thunderbass?" Rarity laughed. "Darling, you remember the young man you played guitar with, surely?" When Flash nodded, Rarity let out a laugh. "You're blushing, dear. Anyway, he is still that person. It's all show, after all. His job is to be what the photographer wants. When he's away from the camera, though, he's far more himself."

It left Flash a lot to think about. His crush was a male model. It was weird, in a way, that one of them left school and became the symbol of masculinity and the other became the opposite. Flash blushed more, remembering the aftershave Thunderbass'd worn. "He gave me his number."

Smirking, Rarity crouched down to measure Flash's legs. "Lucky you. Any plans for it?"

"He wanted me to send him a picture wearing a dress you'd made for me." Doing his best not to squirm, and failing, Flash endured Rarity measuring his lower body. "C-Can you make one that makes me look…"

"Sexy? Fleur, everything I make will do that. You want to know what will make him go a little off the deep end for you?" Flash's all-encompassing attention was enough for Rarity to carry the conversation. "Short skirt, tight top, and a little extra lipstick would get his immediate attention, but you'll want to follow up with something classy. Fleur, darling, put your future in my capable hands and I assure you, you'll be getting texts back from him by the end of the day."

Blinking in surprise, Flash couldn't stop himself from hugging Rarity. Squeezing her as tight as he squeezed his eyes closed, he said, "Thank you."

Rarity hugged back, giving Flash a demure pat on the back. "You're very welcome, dear. Could you send Rainbow in next?"

Letting go at last, Flash felt renewed. Rarity was a great friend, and he vowed to bake her something amazing to show her that. When he left the changing room, he saw all the others glance over at him. "Rainbow, you're next."

The look of uncertainty that flash across Rainbow's face made Flash quirk an eyebrow, take her arm, and lead her off slowly in the direction of the fitting room Rarity was in. "What's wrong?"

"It's kinda a big step for me too, Fleur. This isn't exactly walking into a store and buying stuff. Rarity puts effort into clothes and I don't want to— I don't want to disappoint her by not wearing them." Gesturing to the doorway ahead, Rainbow said, "It's another step, and after so many that have gone so well I know it's stupid to worry, but it's a bigger step than most."

Flash could see exactly where she was coming from and put a reassuring arm around Rainbow's shoulders. "Absolutely. I felt the same way—still do—but Rarity is making these things for us because she cares so much. You don't have to always wear them. We could totally have a weekend party in our old things for a day, if you want?"

The offer seemed to knock Rainbow out of her mood. "Fleur, you'd really do that for me?" When Flash nodded, Rainbow shook her head and put her own arm around him. "No. I don't want to put you through that—I don't think I want to put myself through that either. Let's wear our latest things then, instead?"

Flash's heart soared and he might have made an excited squeak at the idea. "That sounds so much better!"

Reaching up, Rainbow brushed a lock of her hair aside. "Thanks, Fleur. I think I've got this now."

Luna put her hand on Flash's shoulder as Rainbow entered the fitting room. "She needed a little motivation?"

"Just a bit. Rainbow needs to be told it's okay to be a girl. I know Sour Sweet does that, but sometimes she needs another girl who isn't her dommy to say it." Leaning into Luna's touch, Flash let out a happy sigh. "I'm glad she didn't call my bluff."

"You're a good friend, Fleur." Squeezing Flash against her side, Luna turned them both back around. "Sour was telling me about an interesting toy she's been using to help make Rainbow's life more interesting. I have to wonder if getting you some panties with remote control bullet vibes might be a good idea."

Out in the open, with several of his friends present, Flash could do nothing but blush, even though he was sure no one heard her. "C-Can we talk about that later?"

"I was teasing. But, of course, we will talk about it later. Pinkie arrived while you were busy, and she was telling everyone about her new boyfriends."

"Plural?" Flash asked.

"Mmhmm. It turned out having a girlfriend and a boyfriend wasn't enough for her. She's insatiable or, so I hear." Rejoining the group, it was Fluttershy that was now talking.

"… Maud wouldn't stop taking pictures. It was so embarrassing." Gathering her hands in front of her, Fluttershy wrung them. "Oh, look, Fleur is back. Everyone, pay attention to her now. Please?"

Things turned more relaxed for Flash. It was all socializing and sharing stories of recent events in their lives. One by one they were each called in to get measured up by Rarity. When Rainbow returned, she stuck close to him until the big event.

Celestia, the last of those to be measured, had been out and socializing for some time before the music kicked in. The lights lowering, a puff of artificial smoke drifted out over the floor of the boutique. Bright lights flashed to life, pivoted, and homed in their beams of primary colors until they washed Rarity with a combined white light that made her glow like an alabaster goddess come to the shop.

Holding up a microphone, Rarity tossed her head to the side. "As promised, despite the short lead-time, I have created perfection!" Along with her shout, Rarity threw her free hand in the air and cast her own brand of magic wide.

When Rarity's arm came down, pointing at Rainbow, Flash couldn't help but stare at her. Rainbow wasn't wearing the casual shirt and skirt she'd entered in—she was wearing a long dress that hung to her ankles, showing off a sparkling pair of heels under it before it settled into place better and stole all sight of her feet.

Makeup, hair, and even accessories were taken care of with the blast of magic. Flash was left staring in jealousy as Rainbow turned with the rhythm of the song and showed off her dress to everyone.

"If you think that's the extent of my power," Rarity said, her hands starting to glow again, "then you haven't seen anything yet, darlings."

Next was Flash's mommy. This time he actually saw the dress fly off the rack and slam into its intended target. From there, though, a blinding light hid Celestia within its nimbus before revealing her in an alabaster ball gown that cupped and displayed her ample assets then folded in pleats and frills all the way to the floor. Her hair had been loosed from the simple tied-back look to be done up in a circlet of braid around her head—then tumbling like a waterfall over her back.

Luna was next and, like her sister, Flash's dommy was decked out in a perfectly color-matched dark blue dress, but her hair wasn't piled up, instead she had it fluffed out to its maximum body and tumbled down her shoulders and back. When she looked down at him, Flash's breath caught in his throat at the hungry expression in her eyes—directed at him.

A quirk of Luna's eyes was all the warning Flash had that he was Rarity's next target. Her magic hit him, displacing his own clothing and replacing it with soft silk, lace, and a huge frilly dress. The term fashiongasm rushed to the forefront of his mind as he felt his hair redone into far more flowing waves than he had possessed moments earlier. He gained earrings, a broach that sat at the peak of his chest, and long gloves that clung to his arms from the tips of his fingers to just past his elbows. Another surprise had been the shoes. Flash could feel tall heels under his dress now bearing his weight. He was so thankful that he been practicing with bigger heels so that he didn't immediately panic at the more precarious footwear.

More blasts of magic around him as others were "delivered" their new outfits barely drew Flash's attention. The dress he wore clung and gripped him in ways he'd never felt an outfit do before. It wasn't that it was well-made, it had been carefully made specifically for him. It didn't fit like a glove—it fit like a second skin.

"I hope you like them, darlings. I'd been working on these pieces and only required minimal alterations to perfect them. Now that I have your dimensions, I can make you each a wardrobe to stun and amaze. You will be magnifique!" Wearing one of her recent creations herself, Rarity managed a hip-swaying walk toward her friends. "Now, with the hard part of the day completed, who would like to discuss what creations I'll be working on?"

"Fleeeeuuuuur!" Rainbow rushed over to Flash and then froze to look him over. "We look like princesses."

Flash hugged Rainbow as they both made excited, monosyllabic noises. He could scarcely keep his emotions in check. He wanted to dance and twirl and stare at himself in a mirror for an hour—but right now he had more important things to do. "I didn't know we'd be getting underwear too."

Smirking, Rainbow pushed her chest forward as best she could—which was more than usual. "I didn't either, but whatever this bra is, I want ten of 'em."

Taking that moment to look down at himself, Flash was surprised to see his own chest was a little more proud than before. He blushed at the thought of this being his new normal and, like Rainbow, decided he'd need to find out where to get the bra Rarity had used. He even felt a pad offering him its protection.

"How are the two cutest girls in Canterlot liking their new clothes?" Sour Sweet asked, her tone indicative of the latter part of her name. "That woman is a genius and a sorceress." When both Flash and Rainbow stared at her, Sour rolled her eyes. "She totally rocked that piece of lint on her shoulder, too."

Laughing, Rainbow slid conspicuously to Sour's side and kissed her cheek. "You're doing way better with that."

To Flash's eye, Sour looked like she was going to argue about her apparent softening, but then she let out a breath and smiled. "She really is. I remember back when I first met you in Canterlot high. The Shadowbolts couldn't beat us except when you opened your mouth."

Sour looked ready to argue, then laughed. "Guilty as charged. I've mellowed, I know, but sometimes I still get the urge to cut loose on someone."

"You should 'cut loose' on me more often," Rainbow said. "Sorry, Fleur, I get carried away sometimes."

Laughing, Flash shook his head. "It's cute. You're both crazy for each other."

"Rainy gets a little self-conscious sometimes. It was weird to see her get shy when she's such a hellcat of confidence about everything else, but I guess I'm used to it."

Flash could see Sour tighten her grip around Rainbow's waist, pinning them hip-to-hip. "Maybe she likes the attention you give her when she acts like that?" Tilting his head down, Flash made a point of looking at Sour's grip.

"Huh." Sour looked down at how she was holding Rainbow. "We'll have to talk about this later, Rainy."

Giggling, Flash got a kick out of the pair's antics. It was curious for him to see how the games they were playing with each other worked both ways, even if Rainbow was the submissive partner. "Oh, I need to take a photo to send to Thunderbass."

When Sour held out her hand, Flash looked at her curiously.

"Where's your phone?" Sour asked.

"Oh. Uh…" Fishing the device from his purse, Flash unlocked it and handed it over. "What are you—?" He cut off as Sour aimed the camera at him.

"Okay, let's get this rolling. Blow me a kiss. No, cuter. There. Now give me a twirl. Laugh. There, now lean forward a bit."

Caught off-guard, Flash followed the instructions and, after a few, started to giggle on command. She was goading him, he knew, but it was silly and fun. All throughout the stream of commands, his phone's picture taken sound played on repeat. The final picture was halfway between his side and his back, and he looked over his shoulder and blew a kiss at the camera.

"Aaaaaaaand… got it. Okay, Rainy, you pick two you like, then Fleur can pick two she likes. We'll send all four to this hottie—plus two that I pick."

Flash's eyes were as big as saucers at the news. Four of the images of him wouldn't even be ones he picked. He trusted Rainbow and, when he thought about it, he trusted Sour too. Waiting for his turn to select some images, Flash had to wonder how it had come to Sour dictating the rules. Then he remembered how dominant she was.

When Rainbow passed him his phone, Flash realized he had no clue what she'd selected since Sour had taken the pictures. He flicked through the photos, marveling at the cute girl in them. She bounced, smiled, laughed, and her dress was amazing; he knew full well it was him, but that didn't stop the sense of wonder he always felt at seeing himself in the third person.

The poses he'd made, at Sour's direction, looked less forced than he'd feared, and he was soon lost in picking the best ones. It was a hard choice. He'd narrowed it down to the final one, looking back over his shoulder, or an earlier one in the set where he was twirling a little and his dress was billowing around him. And that's when he reminded himself that he could pick both. "Okay."

So he did. He marked both and passed his phone back to Sour before he realized he could have sent them himself.

"Good girl," Sour said, giving Flash a pat on the head that made him blush.

Rainbow laughed at the little incident. "I swear, Sour, if I left you alone too long, you'd have a dozen cute girls in collars. Life isn't Pokémon."

"I mean, you say that, but collars can be like pokéballs. Rainchu, I choose you!"

The bright and happy look that Sour gave Rainbow reinforced Flash's assessment that the pair were crazily into each other.

"Okay, that's sent. Here's your phone back."

Taking his phone back, Flash saw there was a sent message to Thunderbass' number. He opened it to see what she'd sent. They were great. Besides the two he picked, were cute and sexy pictures of him showing off his dress. "These are great. Thanks."

Opening her mouth, Sour froze and then let out a sigh. "Rainy, I need a hug."

Rainbow moved fast, magically fast, and wrapped her arms around Sour, then pressed her ear close to Sour's mouth.

Flash had seen the reaction before. Sour's urges to blurt put-downs wasn't going to stop any time soon, and sometimes he got to see the struggle that went on behind her happy face. "Sour, you can say it if you need to."

Sour's eyes locked on Flash's and she shook her head.

"I got this, Fleur," Rainbow said. "Besides, she's already said it. You're as pretty as a button."

Slumping in Rainbow's arms, Sour looked down at the floor. "The worst part about it is the happier the situation, the more intense my need to put someone down."

"So," Flash said, working his way into the logic, "it means you're having a great time?" The sheepish nod Sour gave him earned her one of his best hugs, sandwiching her between him and Rainbow. "Good."

He didn't linger too long, but he was more than happy he could show Sour how he felt. "So, what are our plans now? Hugging is fun and all, but I want to do something that will make Sour scream obscenities at me."

Rainbow laughed and leaned her head on Sour's shoulder. "She's got you there, Sour."

"I'm supposed to be all mean and dominant, but then I let you two get all girly and I can't help but just—just want to giggle and hang out and have fun. And then my downer side hits and I want to be all 'Ugh, why do I even bother with this when no one likes you, Sour?'"

"That voice lies a lot, huh?" Flash asked.

"Yeah. I want to go get the greasiest food ever and devour it—and to hell with the consequences—but it's not safe to do that in these." Sour gestured down at their dresses. "So, do you want to go get some vanilla shakes?"

"I'll have to make sure it's okay with Mommy and Dommy," Flash said, blushing. He caught a hint of a smile on Sour's face as he turned to walk over to where Celestia and Luna were talking to Rarity. Waiting for a lull in the conversation, he shifted from foot to foot a few times.

Flash was caught by surprise, literally, when Luna placed her hand across his back and onto his opposite shoulder so she could pull him against her side. Turning, she leaned down to him and asked, "Is something the matter?"

"We were going to go out for drinks. Is it—?"

Luna's chuckle broke Flash off from what he'd been asking. "Go along with your friends, Fleurette. Don't make a mess on your new outfit, though." She leaned a little closer. "Or I will have to punish you."

"We're going to get vanilla shakes. It will be easier to wash out." It dawned on Flash then that it was exactly why Sour had suggested it. "Or maybe I will be bad so you can punish me."

Eyes widening, Luna scowled at Flash. "You better not or—" Closing her eyes, Luna visibly calmed down. "I can come up with a reason to punish you, Fleur, but please don't ruin your new dress."

The sincerity in Luna's voice prompted Flash to reassure her. "I don't plan to. I—we—sent some pictures to Thunderbass. I hope he likes them." The last few words had tumbled out without him realizing he was going to say them. "I-I mean, he probably didn't recognize me from high school. I wouldn't even recognize me from high school. Did he really think I was cute?"

"I wouldn't doubt his sincerity, Fleurette. You are cute and, you're right, you aren't the same person you were in high school." Luna put her arms around Flash and pulled him into a hug. "Go and have fun, but remember that I'll be waiting."

Flash hugged Luna back and found himself trapped in her embrace until she was done hugging. Not that he minded. When she finally released the pressure, Flash gave her one last squeeze. "Thanks."

Fleeing from Luna, when she pinched his rump, Flash laughed as he ran to catch up with Rainbow and Sour at the door. "Where are we going?"

"Zwooop." Pinkie Pie slid along the floor and only stopped when she bumped into Flash's side. "I heard a little birdy say you are going for shakes!"

Rainbow was first to respond to the imminent advance of condensed pink. "Yeah, Pinkie. You wanna come too?"

"Well, since you asked. Hey, and I know this little place that—" Reaching for the door, Pinkie executed an expansive gesture to throw it wide. "… that I—"

"We know you run the Sweet Snacks Cafe," Sour said, "but are you sure we should go somewhere you work? Won't it be… awkward?"

"It'll be fiiiiine. I promise I won't even sing." Pinkie, Flash could see, held one hand behind her back and he was sure she had her fingers crossed. "Also, free drinks?"

Sour tapped her chin and then nodded. "Hmm, you're on, but I'm going to order crazy complicated shakes."

Swept along with the others, Flash piled into Pinkie's car for the drive to Sweet Snacks Cafe. "You had your fingers crossed before," he said, and got a conspiratorial grin from Pinkie. "I won't say anything to them, though, don't worry."

"It's okay if you need to. That just means I'll have to sing extra good." Pulling into the back of the themed diner she worked at, Pinkie cleared her voice and started practicing scales that were a full octave higher than anyone had any right to be able to sing.

Sour pulled up with Rainbow and together they got out and approached Flash and Pinkie. "I thought you said you wouldn't sing?" Sour asked.

"She had her fingers crossed, Sour," Rainbow said. "Pinkie always does stuff like that."

"Whaaa?" Pinkie batted her eyelashes innocently. "I'd never do anything that devious. Anyway, let's go get shakes!" Taking Flash's hand, she gave him a reassuring grin. "I promise we'll make something amazing for you, Fleur!"

Flash was carried along in Pinkie's energy, like a shiny blue bauble paraded by a magpie. Through the rear entrance, they went via the staff area and into the main area of the diner.

The place was busy. There were plenty of highschoolers, a few people in business shirts and ties, and a whole table of guys that Flash took notice of, then quickly looked away from. "Is there room for us?"

The look on Pinkie's face told everyone there wasn't. "Ugh. Candy corn. The place is full up." Looking around, she huffed again. "I'll get Sugar Blast to get a spare tab—"

"Hey, babes, we were going to leave soon anyway."

All of Flash's attention snapped around to the guy. He stood over six feet, had broad shoulders, and wore the local college's shirt tight over his muscles. His inner boi was trembling with excitement at seeing this picture of masculinity—and being referred to as a "babe."

"Yeah. Pinkie, you're always giving our team freebies. Take our table," another of the guys said.

"Aww," Pinkie said, all-but pouncing at the two big college hunks. "You guys don't have to do that. You know I love giving your whole team victory chili after each game you win!"

"Exactly! It's become our post-game ritual for the defensive team." Having said this, another of the footballers got a hug from Pinkie that looked like it hit harder than he expected. "Anyway, we gotta go."

Pinkie Pie seemed unwilling to let them leave until they'd each kissed her cheek—she'd said it was for good luck, but hadn't said who was getting the luck. After a waitress zoomed over on roller skates and cleared down the table, Flash, Pinkie, Sour and Rainbow slipped into the booth seats with the old-style leather covering.

The waitress who'd cleaned the table down sped over on her skates and stopped. "Hey, boss! What can I getcha?" The dress she was wearing was the uniform of the place, and it was a classic style that screamed early American diner. Her name tag read: Sugar Sweet. "Oh my word, where did you girls get those dresses? They look amazing!"

That Sugar looked around all of them, including him, filled Flash with confidence. "We got them from a friend, Rarity."

"Fleur's being modest. Rarity made them for us," Rainbow said, giving Flash a reassuring grin. "We're just taking a break from fitting, and she let us wear these out."

"Wait, Rarity? You mean the seamstress in Carousel Boutique? I heard she does great work, but this is something else."

It was all casual girl talk, from what Flash could tell, and he was utterly invested in it. Discussing clothing and shoes had become something that was part of his life. Rainbow's chats about fashion had resulted in them both learning a lot more than they ever believed existed, and after some testing of it with their partners, he was sure they could both hold their own.

"Anyway," Pinkie said, "we'll each take a super-triple-vanilla 'shake with bonus ice cream—to start."

"Can I have a slice of apple pie with some vanilla ice cream with it?" Flash asked.

Pinkie's answer was to put her arm around Flash and squeeze him into a hug. "Of course you can, Fleur! This is all on me." She nodded to Sugar. "Actually, get a slice of that for everyone."

With Sugar skating off back to the kitchen with their order, Flash felt his phone vibrate and heard its message tone for someone in his contact list texting him. Fumbling for his purse, he pulled his phone out and woke it up.

"Daaaaamn. You look smoking in that. Rarity's work is the best, but you make it look amazing."
—Thunderbass

"Who's it from?" Rainbow asked. When she leaned closer, she gasped. "Flash, that's your new crush, right?"

Not knowing what else to say or do, Flash nodded. Then he realized he actually didn't know what came next. "What do I do?" Inside he was panicking to a greater excess than he showed. A guy just called him smoking and amazing. A guy he liked and was crushing on just called him smoking and amazing. Flash was amazed his hands weren't shaking.

"Text him back. Ask for a pic," Pinkie said.

Sour groaned and said, "Too ambiguous. He could send anything from his license photo to a dickpic."

"Exactly!" Pinkie nodded, letting her expert opinion on the topic of interpersonal communication shine. "There is no better way to judge a person than to ask them for a picture and let them figure out what they'll send."

It sounded to Flash like the kind of mind-game his high school friends, the hetero guys at least, always said was girls not communicating. He pondered if he should perpetuate the stereotype or break from it. He decided on both.

"Well, you've seen mine. Can you share some pics of yourself you like? Something hot, something cute, and something in between," Flash sent.

"Oooh," Pinkie said, leaning over to read the screen. "That's a good way to ask. I'll have to remember that one."

With his heart feeling lighter, Flash leaned sideways a little against Pinkie. "I used to have a big crush on him."

"'Used to'?" Pinkie asked, the quote laden with implications.

Not bothering to hide his silly grin, Flash sighed. "Okay, so I might have gotten myself all kinds of crushing again. He's hot."

Nodding in agreement, Pinkie opened her own phone and scrolled to a search page, then typed Hot Guy Underwear Ad. When Thunderbass' ass in a pair of clinging boxer shorts was the first hit, she giggled. "The internet has spoken."

Flash, though, had forgotten how to understand words. He stared at Pinkie's phone and, for a few moments, all sounds around him became a soft background hum of noise. The first sound to register as anything but muffled noise to Flash was Pinkie saying, "Couldn't you just press your cheek to those and never move again?"

Nodding, Flash recovered from his moment of mental derailment with more grace than he'd thought possible. "Yeah. The rest of him is nice too." It was purely lip-service to the ideal of not judging someone entirely by their butt.

Leaning in again, Pinkie whispered, "Thinking about the front, are we?"

Blushing anew, Flash squeezed his eyes closed, but it was too late. "Well, I wasn't." Pinkie's giggling lasted all the way until their food and drinks arrived. A big slice of apple pie and three scoops of vanilla ice cream was set before everyone, accompanied by their shakes too. Reaching out, Flash pulled his drink closer and lifted the straw to his lips—just as his phone buzzed for his attention.

"Aren't you going to check that? It could be Thunderbass," Rainbow said. "Or it could be Celestia or Luna."

Flash knew, without a doubt, he was being baited. He stopped sucking on his straw and grinned across the table at Rainbow. "Not their message tones. It might be Thunderbass, though." Returning to the wonderful and light shake, he woke his phone up with a tap, entered his pin number, and checked his messages.

"Something cute," the message read. The picture was of Thunderbass falling over with a surprised look on his face, though under him was obvious padding like it was a stunt he'd been doing. It was cute, Flash decided, mostly because of the goofy face Thunderbass was pulling.

Leaving off his drink, Flash bit his lower lip. "Damn, he's hot even when he's being cute."

"What were you doing?" Flash sent back to Thunderbass, then started on his pie. The utensils they'd gotten were slender, parfait spoons, but Flash was perfectly happy eating with one of the delicate tools.

The pie was delicious, and he squeezed his eyes closed to focus his senses on it more. Identifying the spices, but not the type of apples used, he pouted. "Pinkie, can I have the recipe for this?"

"On one condition." Pinkie gestured at Flash's phone. "Fleur, you're gonna show me your pictures, riiiight?" She even managed to bat her eyelashes at him a few times.

"The things I do for baking." Flash picked up his phone and sent the images to Pinkie. "Just don't send them to anyone else." While he tapped, another message arrived.

"I was supposed to be shot through the heart by a glance from another underwear model. It was a thing that never got released. Okay, let's go right to hot. What about this?" Eyes widening, Flash's mind took a moment to understand the image fully. 

Flash noticed that Thunderbass was lying down on his back when the shot was taken. On a bed, Flash was sure.

Thunderbass had a modern patterned shirt on but only half buttoned, with a tie loosely looped around his neck, and the camera angle had a swell of white along the bottom of the picture. When he figured out that swell was because the camera was held below his groin, all the blood in Flash's body ran to his face.

Picturing the pose and the camera position, it wasn't hard to imagine himself in the camera's place, prowling up Thunderbass' body to peek over his package.

"Fleur?" Pinkie snapped her fingers between Flash and the screen of his phone a few times. "Fleur? Are you in there?"

Jerking back from the shock of his little fantasy being interrupted, Flash quickly blacked the screen on his phone. "Huh?"

"Hmmmmmmmm…" Pinkie loomed closer to Flash as she drew out the exclamation. "Oh! Here's your recipe. Sugar dropped it off for you a moment ago."

Barely gaining enough sense of mind to realize he'd asked for it, Flash took the offered note. "Oooh. I see now." It was a blend of apples, and Flash would keep the secret until the day he'd die. "I, uh, got another picture from him. The hot one."

"Am I allowed to see?" Pinkie asked, clearly doing her utmost to be restrained and not intrude.

"I… uh… think…" Flash didn't get through another ellipsis before Pinkie patted him on the head, scattering the words that he was trying to put together.

Taking her hand back from the flustered boi, Pinkie said, "It's okay. I'm sure this one was 'specially for you, Fleur. It's nice?"

"Muscles," Flash said, nodding his head. He couldn't help but giggle when he realized how he was acting. "He's soooo hot."

Pinkie nodded, in apparent agreement with Flash. "You know what would make him look hotter though, Fleur?" She waited until after he shook his head to finish, "You, draped over him."

Flash was back to blushing-giggling as his mind built up images of himself doing just that. It made him squirm, too, because he couldn't help but think that even as he would be touching Thunderbass, Thunderbass would be touching him. "Help, Pinkie, I can't stop thinking about him."

His phone beeped again in time for Pinkie's giggles. Pausing before he opened the message, Flash had a little more of his pie, savoring the delicious taste of the apples and pastry before opening the image up—and then he cracked up laughing.

The third, supposedly hot/cute picture, had Thunderbass sitting on his bed with the same old guitar he'd played during the stint in Flash's band as the only thing maintaining his modesty. He was looking up at the camera, giving Flash a wink.

It was like in a movie where everything is normal but suddenly—the plane loses cabin pressure and everything is chaotic with panic rife.

Does he know?

The question rattled around in Flash's head, gaining speed while he stared at the picture. On the wall behind Thunderbass, a band poster hung—Flash's old band's poster that they'd made for the fake battle of the bands. He bit his bottom lip as he noticed more things in the picture that reminded him of high school.

Then he saw it. It was tucked between Thunderbass' fingers, one edge pressed to the thick strings of the guitar—one of Flash's old guitar picks. It ended up taking Flash quite some time to acknowledge that Thunderbass was naked in the picture.

"Uh, Fleur, are you going to finish that?" Rainbow asked.

Snapping his attention back to reality, Flash's fingers were a blur—exiting his message app, locking his phone, and speeding it toward his purse. "Huh?" 

"Your ice cream has melted and your pie is getting cold."

"Oh." Flash's panic subsided. "Uh…" Getting to work with his parfait spoon, he delivered the cooling pie to his mouth, but had to give up on the ice cream. With a sigh of happiness at the delicious pie having finally been consumed, he attacked his shake again.

Sipping on the drink, he was aware of a dampness in his panties. Leaking his heavenly juices freely, he hoped the pantieliner would do its job.

"Are you girls all done with those?" Sugar asked, doing a little twirl on her skates to show off and make her dress flare out.

Flash nodded, and along with others passed his plate along to Sugar. He managed to empty the last of his shake, too, and passed the cup over. "That was really nice. Thank you!"

Whisking away the plates and cups, Sugar gave them a last wave as she twirled around between the table and the kitchen doors.

"So…" Pinkie let the word hang in the air, and when no one else seemed inclined to say a word while it dangled, she waggled her eyebrows at Flash.

"Okay, the last one was nude." Flash was absolutely unsurprised at the three stares he got.

"Alright, Fleurette!" Sour was the first to recover and seemed to be genuinely supportive. "How big is he? Is he a grower, or a shower? Are those buns real or does he wear something under his boxers to keep them plump?"

Rainbow elbowed Sour. "You don't even like guys. Why would you look at his ass for?"

"It's tight. Not as tight as yours, but you have the tightest buns I have ever seen on a girl." The last Sour practically purred at Rainbow, who was smirking. "So, details!" Turning her head back to Flash as she spoke, Sour bared a big smile his way.

"He had a guitar hiding everything you'd want me to tell you. He shows more off in those ads he does." Was Thunderbass sending a message to Flash? Either he held a lot of memories about their time together at CHS or Thunderbass knew who he was. But did he? The question would eat away at him until he figured it out.

Part of Flash giggled like the cute boi he was at the idea he would have to spend a lot of time viewing that image.

His phone interrupted him before he could continue, though, and this time the message tone was one of the important ones. "H-Hang on, I need to check this."

"Let me know if you need a pick-up, dear. Luna has announced she will be getting us some movies to watch and popcorn. It looks like we'll be having a girls night in. I don't have the heart to tell her we could just watch whatever it is she hires from that new streaming thing I signed up to." It was from Celestia.

"I gotta go soon. My mommy and dommy have organized a movie night for the three of us." With Luna picking the movie, Flash knew it would hardly be a chick flick. She liked her movies historically accurate and with plenty of violence. It would be fun, but not something he could glean fashion ideas from.

Pinkie let out a soft little squeak. "I wish I had a big, soft, mommy to snuggle up to. Instead, I have to be the mommy sometimes. It's still nice, buuuuut… Go on, Fleurette. Tell her you're ready to be picked up."

Flash's fingers were dancing over the keyboard on his screen, telling Celestia, "I'm ready now if you want to come get me. We are at Pinkie's diner."

"Thanks for the fun," Flash said, now feeling a little awkward about eating without paying for it.

Leaning over, Pinkie caught Flash's jaw with her fingers, holding him in place with the slightest of touches. Leaning forward, she pressed her nose to his and wiggled it side to side. By the time she pulled back, her smile was huge. "Aww, any time you want to have lunch, just send me a text! I've always got time to sit down and chat with such a cutie."

The gentleness Pinkie showed for that moment reminded Flash of what she'd said earlier, that she played the part of a mommy for someone, sometimes. Sliding sideways, Pinkie slipped out of the booth to let him past. "Thanks!"

What Surprised Flash was when Sour got up and walked over to him—and hugged him. Obligingly, he hugged back, but it wasn't the kind of possessive hug she used on Rainbow, and certainly not the domineering attention she'd slathered him with at the tennis game.

"You take care, Fleur. I'm sure Rainbow will need some hugs and a bit of friend time tomorrow. I'll chat with Luna about it. You just—just keep being the cutest damn boi I've ever met. Also, one of the cutest girls. I hope you have a great night."

Practically airborne with good vibes, Flash nodded and then gave in and kissed her cheek. "You too! I hope you don't make her too sore, though." The last bit he said with a low tone, but Flash loved seeing Sour blush—and grin—at it. Louder he said, "Bye, everyone!"

Dancing his way to the door, he looked outside and couldn't see Celestia's car. He didn't have long to wait, though he did notice several people, guys mostly, turning to look at him as they passed in their cars. It only boosted his confidence higher.

When Celestia pulled up at the curb, she leaned out the window and looked around as if lost. "Excuse me, Miss Angel, have you seen a pretty young woman named Fleurette around here?"

Giggling, Flash circled around the car and, careful of his dress, climbed in. "Mommy! I'm Fleurette."

Sparing her boi a kiss on his forehead, Celestia checked Flash had buckled in before putting the car back in gear. "So you are! Are you ready for a big night of watching terrible rom-coms?"

Flash nodded and squirmed in excitement. He couldn't think of a single thing in life he wanted more.
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A week went by; a week where every day Flash got more outfits delivered. Dresses came in twos. Each day a new pair arrived, and he would have to model them for Luna or Celestia (but usually both). He was finishing up his vacuuming while Celestia and Luna were both back at school, when Flash's phone beeped with a message.

Flash stared at the name of the sender: Thunderbass.

"Hey. Sorry about being quiet, was out of country modeling pants. Going to be in Canterlot on the weekend. Did you want to go out somewhere?"

The unsaid word took root in Flash's brain and started growing like kudzu. His fingers shaking, he replied.

"Sure. Where'd you want to go?"

"I have a friend who manages a restaurant in the city. I figure we could have dinner, then catch a movie. You still in?"

"Yes!" Flash quickly backspaced and deleted the way-too-eager sounding answer. "Sure. What night and what time?"

"How about Saturday at 6?"

Without thinking, Flash belted out, "Sounds good. You probably want to know where I live." He sent the address a moment later, barely holding back a squeal of excitement.

"Okay. I'll pick you up then, babe."

Legs wobbling, Flash clutched the phone to his chest and let himself fall to the couch. He'd been dusting, but everything changed now. He couldn't dust when he had to think about the date and if he'd be allowed to go.

If he'd be allowed to go.

A glance at the time showed it to be early afternoon. Flash couldn't expect either authority figure in his life to be home any time soon. Biting his lower lip, he swapped to the group chat that his Mommy and his Dommy were in, and started typing. "Thunderbass asked me out on a date Saturday. Is it okay if I go?"

After a moment, a speech bubble appeared beside Luna's icon with the status of typing, then: "Fleur, that would be my night with you, but if you have a date I can wait for our next night. Do you need me to pick anything up on the way home?"

Flash hadn't even figured out whose night it might have been, but that was always up to Luna and Celestia to figure out anyway. Now he had to show how thankful he was. "I promise I'll be good next time we're together! Thank you!"

When Celestia didn't seem to respond, Flash figured she was probably busy and put his phone down. It was a deep-breath moment. Flash had so much to plan for now that he spent a good five minutes alternating between giggling and panicking before he realized he was getting nowhere. "I have a date!"

The best way to figure out what dress to wear, he theorized, was to try them all on one after the other, take a picture, then spend the next hour or so debating a score for each. "Now I have a lot of work to do." It wasn't so much that he didn't want to do any more cleaning, all he was doing was pushing around non-existent dust.

Flash's biggest problem was how much he enjoyed dressing up. He was so distracted putting on each dress, taking pictures, then taking them off for the next one, that he didn't notice the time until he realized there was a dark beauty looking into his room.

"Ahh! What time is it?" Flash grabbed for his phone and checked while Luna smiled at him wider and wider. "Ahh! I haven't started dinner!"

Stepping into the room, Luna put a hand to Flash's shoulder and guided him to sit on the bed beside her. "Calm down, Fleur. We can order some Chinese or something. You know, before you moved in, we'd get food delivered most nights."

When Luna started to stroke his long hair, Flash felt the panic drain away. Leaning into the attention, he still let out a little whine. "B-But, Dommy, I got so caught up in—"

"Shh. Though I am curious as to what you were doing, but I don't want you to worry."

"I—" Flash bit his lower lip. "I was trying to work out which dress is the cutest, so I put them all on one at a time, then took pictures, trying to figure out. I only got half done, though."

"A trade is in order. Send Celestia and myself all the pictures you took, and we'll forgive your little lapse." Luna guided Flash with petting, bringing his head lower and lower until he set his cheek upon her lap. "Is that a good deal?"

"Yes, Dommy." Laying in the lap of his mistress was one of the happiest past-times Flash knew. "Do you want them now?"

"They can wait until you've gone through everything. How many more do you have to go?" Producing a brush from her purse, Luna began to brush at Flash's hair.

Utterly undone by Luna's attention, Flash nodded a little. "I got through eight. There's only two more to go."

Delegating one hand to brushing Flash's hair, Luna used the other to hold her phone out where Flash could see the screen. "I hope you don't mind, Tia, but I gave our little girl a task to do earlier. I'll be ordering Chinese tonight. She'll be all done by the time the food arrives, but could you send me a list of anything in particular you wish to order?"

It was almost painful for Flash to watch Luna type so slow. Earlier, when she'd responded to his text, she'd been far quicker. He just couldn't bring himself to mention it, given the brushing.

A reply popped up that was only one word: "Rangoon."

Reading it, Flash managed to ask, "Mommy likes crab rangoon?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. When we were in college, she lived on it six nights a week." Luna set the brush down Flash's hair one last time as she put her phone away. "I believe Rarity still has one more outfit for you. I'll pick it up tomorrow, Fleur."

Flash realized, with the brushing stopping, it was time to get up. Knowing he was getting another dress, though, he jerked upright and then almost pounced on Luna to hug her. "Thank you!"

Hugging Flash again, Luna seemed careful not to snuggle him too much before standing up. "Was there something in particular you wanted for dinner?"

"Some noodles would be nice." Realizing he'd never made any Asian food for them, Flash made a mental note to learn and practice it. "Should I get back to my task, m-mistress?" His question got a pat on the head before Luna left the room. Collecting his phone, Flash Walked over to his mirror again and took some pictures of his dress, both crumpled from snuggling with Luna, and smoothed back out again.

Dutifully, he changed outfits twice more and took pictures before, finally, slipping into his casual around-the-house spring dress. It was a soft patterned blue skirt with a matching crop-top that he'd learned to wear so that it didn't show off anything he didn't want. A little packing down his bra and he walked out of his room. That's when he remembered his promise. Grouping up the best picture from each dress, he sent the whole bunch to the group chat.

Walking up the hall to the kitchen, he remembered he still had the pumps on he'd been wearing to show off the dresses. As he emerged into the living room, where both his greatest loves were sitting and looking at their phones, Flash was witness to the leg-trembling event that was the pair of them looking at him at once.

Patting her lap, Celestia set her phone aside. "Come on, Fleurette. Tell your mommy all about this message."

His excitement bubbling past all sane levels, Flash rushed over and sat on Celestia's lap, allowing himself to be drawn back against her tummy and, when his rump slid down between Celestia's legs, his head slotted perfectly under her chest. "It was from Thunderbass!"

"Mmhmm," Celestia said, her fingers tickling up along Flash's jawline. "And did he happen to say why he took so long to get back to you?"

"He's been out of the country. Doing a photo-shoot or something." A flicker of memory tried to get Flash's attention, but he was too cozy and comfortable to worry about anything for now. "He said we could have dinner and a movie."

Luna's phone beeping interrupted their conversation. She stood up and said, "The food is almost here. I'll go collect it."

Despite having learned that he liked guys more than he'd ever thought, Flash was comfortable enough with himself to still feel a great longing for Luna, his Dommy. Her every step was power contained, every motion a study in forces he only barely understood. She also looked incredible.

When her sister had left the room, Celestia tickled Flash's chin a little more. "You were staring, you know."

"I'm allowed to. Dommy said I could stare if I wanted." It was true. Flash had a little card in his bedroom that declared that he was allowed to stare at Luna if he so pleased. The way she'd given it to him had left him giggling for weeks. "I think she likes being stared at."

"Not by just anyone. My sister has a specific type she favors, and even then you are something extra special." Giving up on tickling Flash's chin, Celestia wrapped her arms around him and pinned him to her stomach. "You make her as happy as you make me, you know?"

The sound of talking came from the front of the house. Flash blushed to think that not having them a home-cooked meal was still his fault. "I'm sorry I couldn't cook dinner tonight."

"When a young lady starts getting invitations to dinner, she starts getting distracted from mundane events. Have you figured out what you're going to wear?"

"I have a few days, so I'm going to think on it. I don't want to rush things. Plus, I need to know what kind of restaurant it is, and how warm it will be. Wearing the wrong clothes would be terrible!" Even listening to himself, Flash tried not to giggle at how important fashion had become in his life. The more clothes he got, the more options he had, and that meant he had to spend more time contemplating those options.

The clacking of bowls in the kitchen, followed by Luna calling out, "Dinner's ready. Want me to bring it in there?"

Much as Flash wanted to never move again in his life, he nonetheless understood that eating where he was would only wind up in him making a mess of his dress or his Mommy. "Coming!" Celestia released her grip and let him up, then stood herself to follow him into the kitchen.

Dinner, once Luna had shared out the food onto plates and into bowls, was relaxed and cozy. As they swapped things around so each got to try a bit of everything, Flash noticed that the crab rangoon never left Celestia's side. It raised learn to cook Chinese food up Flash's priorities quite a bit.

When the last ball of deep fried ice cream had been consumed, and the sounds of mastication ceased, Luna stood and started clearing plates. Celestia got up too, but rather than help with cleaning the table down, she circled around behind Flash and pressed herself against the back of his chair. Seated as he was, that resulted in his head fitting snugly under her bust. "I believe it's my night?"

"Honestly?" Luna looked back at Flash and her sister, her lips curling into a smile. "Our little girl needs some more softness. You can have her for the night. I saw a new club I want to try out."

Repeated shivers of anticipation and glee tumbled down Flash's spine. The soft weight of his mommy's breasts on the top of his head shared her warmth with him and, soon enough, he found that warmth grew to a glowing arousal.

"I know you've already been playing dress-ups, sweetie, but would you like a little more?" The purr in Celestia's voice betrayed how much she wanted to play with Flash.

Not that Flash was in any way considering denying his mommy her fun, or his fun for that matter. "I'd love that, Mommy!" He couldn't look up and see her face, of course, but that was fine by him.

"Well, why don't you run and get ready, and I'll organize a few things." Leaning back and off Flash, Celestia displaced herself from his head so Flash could move.

Not that Flash couldn't have moved from where he'd been, he'd just never want to move from such a spot. With the amazing breasts removed, however, he turned to look up at Celestia and let out a wistful sigh. "Yes, Mommy."

Left to his own devices for a moment, Flash stood up and gave Luna an apologetic glance (that she returned with a smile and a wink) for not helping with the dishes, then hustled off for his bedroom. It was a struggle not to skip all the way down the hall. "If Mommy wants to play dress-up, I need to be ready to dress up."

The first thing was to clean his makeup off. A little cloth and a cleansing wipe later and he was free of that. The clip he'd used to keep his wash of blue hair from his face was removed, and then Flash took off his top, shoes, and socks. The last was his dress, which he collected and folded carefully.

His comfortable bra showed very little hint that it was padded, something for which Flash was quite proud. He'd studied at the flat-chest of a master, and had learned-well Rainbow's lessons. He was still admiring his handiwork in the mirror when he noticed his mommy walk up behind him.

Flash could have spun around or said something, but he knew she enjoyed catching him out in moments like these. When her hands came down on his shoulders, Flash gasped and jumped a little. Dramatic, yes. Worth it for the widening of Celestia's smile, absolutely.

"My little girl's all grown up. Chasing boys and making them chase you back. Fleurette, what are we going to do with you?" Walking to the bed, Celestia patted the covers to encourage Flash to follow—which he did. "Will you still let your mommy dress you up?"

Giggling, Flash had to jump up a little to get his rump onto the bed, then leaned sideways against Celestia. "Of course." He wasn't sure when she'd put it there, but a large, flat white box sat on the foot of the bed. Clearly meant for holding clothes, Flash felt burning curiosity eating within at what the contents could be.

"This isn't an outfit for you to wear in public." Celestia lifted the box over, then paused. "I think I'm going to have you blindfolded while I dress you up. That way the final outcome will be much more interesting."

Flash was about to question his mommy, but when she produced a length of silk scarf from her cleavage, he was silenced. Sitting still for her, trusting her completely, he felt the warmth of her body in the scarf as Celestia wrapped it around his head several times, completely obscuring his vision and leaving the scent of her body as a substitute for his sight.

Shivering as Celestia made satisfied sounds, Flash could only imagine what she was doing. The sound of the box opening, of fabric swishing the scent of new cloth around. "Is it soft?"

"A guessing game?" Celestia asked. "Yes, it is soft."

The crinkling of soft paper in the box was evident next. Flash felt his mommy's hands touch one of his feet and he dutifully lifted his limb up so she could work easier. A sock, or what seemed like a sock, pulled up and over his foot before Celestia touched his other foot and, when it was near the first, another sock slipped over that.

With his legs close together, Flash gasped when Celestia started pulling the "socks" further up his calves, then over his knees, and finally up his thighs. "Wha—?"

"Shhh. I won't ruin the surprise." Taking a moment from working the garment up his body, Celestia pressed a finger to Flash's lips. "Why don't you tell me what you think it is?"

"Tights? Leggings? But they're so— Oh! Stockings?" Only when they were pulled up to his waist did it make sense what they were.

"Any thoughts on what this outfit might be?" Now Celestia was making happy little humming sounds under her breath. "Arms up."

Doing as told, like a good girl, Flash felt a loop of fabric around his arms that, to him, seemed about as big as his hips or shoulders. She pulled it down as he tilted his head up a little to help whatever it was (he hoped it was a dress) came down. "This is a dress, right? Wait, how short is it?"

"Scandalously, Fleurette. This skirt is scandalously short." Tugging down on the dress, Celestia got it down over Flash's head and then made a soft, annoyed vocalization. "We're going to need to adjust some things, Fleurette."

When Celestia pulled the dress back up and over his head, it displaced the blindfold. Flash, being a very good boi, dutifully closed his eyes and gasped. "Mommy! The blindfold!"

Gasping, Celestia was quick to tie the scarf back on and give Flash a pat on the head. "You're a good girl, Fleurette."

Beaming with pride, Flash leaned into the head-pats until Celestia stopped giving them. Then he squeaked in surprise as her fingers fiddled with the catch of his bra. His hands flew to his chest, but it was far too late.

A kiss on the nose broke Flash from his panic. The smell of Celestia, so close, soothed him and calmed him back down.

"You need to wear something strapless for this. Don't worry, I won't let anyone see you undressed."

Flash didn't need to hear Celestia's voice getting quieter to know she'd gone to get something—the smell of her had reduced and he was left afloat in a world devoid of his mommy. Under the blindfold he closed his eyes and waited, not shivering despite being mostly naked, thanks to the heat he felt within. He still shivered at how fun this was.

"Okay. You'll have to wear this skin-tone one Luna got in your size. Let me put it on and I can see about trying to pad it for you." The new bra, when Celestia fitted it around his chest, fit perfectly but Flash was surprised it had no straps at all. All this time he'd never really thought how shoulderless outfits could still allow for support.

With the garment fastened, Flash could feel his mommy's hands working to add back the padding she'd freed from his normal bra, tucking it down under the soft flesh of his chest. After some time had passed, and she still wasn't done, Flash felt like he needed to say something. "M-Mommy?"

"I can't say as this is a skill I have ever had to learn. Would it be alright, sweetie, if I left this to you after you're all dressed?"

To Flash's hearing, his mommy sounded flustered. He giggled, remembering how generous her bosom was, and nodded. "I can take care of that, Mommy." That got him another round of head pats that had him squirming for joy.

"Well, you'll have to. Now, arms up again. We need to get the main part of this on you." When Flash raised his arms, again, he once more felt the tight dress being pulled down over him, the middle of it squeezing around his waist and, finally, Celestia tugging it down over his hips.

Wiggling his rear a little, Flash had to admit that skirt barely got past his hips before it was done. A hand reached out around his own and, gripping it, Flash was pulled to his feet. "Where are we going?"

"Your hair needs a little work. Well, actually we need a wig." Guiding him across the room, Flash had enough orientation to realize she was leading him to his makeup chair. It had become one of his favored places of late, mostly because it let him see his true self in a big, well-lit mirror. That was all lost to him now, though, with the blindfold still in place. "This is going to be odd, Fleurette-dear, but let me know if I tug anything too much. Now, close your eyes and keep them closed for me."

Flash again closed his eyes and felt the blindfold removed, then replaced with something tight around his head. Celestia started pulling his hair up into it, before twisting the thing around a bit and patting his hair down flat. The last bit was some kind of strap around the base of it. Then, while he was trying to make sense of what he felt, she put something new atop his head.

It took a moment or two for Flash to realize she'd put a wig on his head, was pinning it to the band she'd put on it, and now his mommy was styling that wig. "Is that it? Can I look yet?"

"Not quite yet. There's one more accessory I need to add." Flash heard Celestia's giggles as she did something behind his back. The tight dress had some thicker material back there that seemed meant to support something. After a few moments of tugging and pressing, she finally said. "Okay, my little angel, open your eyes."

Taking a breath, Flash did as his mommy told him and felt confusion. The face looking back at him was definitely his, but the blonde bangs on his temple were strange, to say nothing of the bundle of straw-colored hair above his head. Skipping the alien nature of his hair, he moved his gaze down to the emerald dress he wore.

Down further revealed that it really was very short, but then his eyes traced back up again and he spotted the translucent wings on his back. "M-Mommy?"

"You still need to add a little to that chest, and we need the shoes—possibly some makeup too—but what do you think?" Celestia leaned down behind and to one side of Flash, making sure her cleavage was visible to him in the mirror as well as her face.

Flash's hands reached out to his makeup desk before him, opening the little drawer that held his padding supplies. Working with practiced efficiency, he started first on his left side and then moved to the right, trying to not get distracted by the blonde fairy in the mirror. With a suitably filled chest, he finally let himself look at the whole effect and shivered in excitement. "Tinker Bell?"

Celestia's hug was all-encompassing. Flash felt her chest press against his back while her arms pulled him tighter against her bosom. "Do you like it?"

Wiggling a little, Flash couldn't hold back his giggles of excitement at the youthful fairy in the mirror being hugged by his mommy. His sigh of pure bliss seemed like a good answer to him, but Flash felt compelled to give her an actual opinion. "It's the softness, the tightness, the cut of the dress, and being able to wear it this well."

Celestia squeezed him a little tighter. "You sound much more confident now. I remember when I first started playing dress-ups with you, you'd go quiet when I put you in a dress."

"I wear dresses all the time now!"

"You do! Do you enjoy it?" Celestia's warmth soaked into Flash from behind him, the scent of her perfume on the verge of overwhelming him with the vanilla scent.

"You're trying to embarrass me," Flash said. He grinned at the blush on his cheeks. "And it's working." His eyes widened when Celestia's left hand strayed from his shoulder and started to take a journey downwards.

Flash was about to ask what she was doing when her right hand took his and guided it downwards too. "M-M—"

"All girls need to know how to relieve certain pressures, Fleur." Celestia guided Flash's hand down so it was pressed between both of hers. She lined them up one of Flash's thighs and between his panties and his soft flesh.

Unsure what to do, Flash was thankful that Celestia was guiding him. Her hands slipped below where he'd naturally expect her to have gone, and instead settled his fingers down on his perineum.

"That's the spot every girl finds eventually. I've no doubt my perfect little angel has been avoiding it, but it's time to face facts, Fleur, you need to unwind from time to time." Celestia's strong digits pressed down on Flash's own, stroking that smooth flesh and making his toes curl up. "Let Mommy guide you, and I promise you'll pick things up yourself in no time."

Nodding mutely, Flash tried to keep his hand as relaxed as possible, but it was hard with what Celestia was doing. His fingertips brushed up and down the soft flesh, and despite himself, he let out a little sigh in his excitement.

"Unlike men, girls take their time. We have a slower build-up." Celestia kept up the stroking while she spoke, even using Flash's digits to draw little circles in places. "Are you paying attention?"

Flash tried to nod his head, then realized Celestia wanted him to reply more verbally. Doing his very best to keep his voice even, Flash said, "Yes, Mommy." But a firmer press against his soft flesh made him cry out, making plain how much he was enjoying his time. He was about to say something else when Celestia took his other hand and brought it to his chest.

Pushing himself forward, Flash let loose his voice again and moaned without restraint as Celestia guided him further in the arts of female masturbation. It wasn't a rush to finish, like the masculine version had always seemed to be, for Flash, but a squirming, relaxed, and slow rise to the peaks of pleasure.

And he did. With his mommy's teasing and coaxing, Flash couldn't hold back the growing heat and excitement. Fully embracing the slow, drawn-out rise, he started to tremble in Celestia's arms when he reached his peak.

There was no sharp arrival and departure of his climax, like Flash could remember with his experiences as a guy. Celestia's hands continued their task, guiding his fingers through the process of extending his pleasure beyond anything he'd experienced before.

He slumped back, letting Celestia hold him steady while he tried to get his body and mind realigned to communicate again. It took multiple tries, but eventually Flash was able to slow everything down to focus on saying, "Wow."

"And that, Fleur, is how a lady does it in the privacy of her own bedroom." Celestia slid her hands away slowly, letting Flash finally have control of his own limbs again while she turned the passionate moment of guided masturbation into a big cuddle. "How do you feel?"

"Like I could float away on a cloud." Flash said the first thing to come into his head because, in the happy state he was in, he wasn't sure if there'd be a second. Then, to ruin his moment, he realized he had probably made a huge mess in his panties. Shifting a little, he stood up and, grabbing his toiletries pack he always carried with him, headed for the bathroom while Celestia watched on, amused.

What surprised Flash at first was there wasn't as much smell when he peeled back his panties. Then he saw there was hardly any mess at all. He could only stare in surprise, mind running over the incredible orgasm he'd had.

There wasn't even enough moisture in his pad to justify swapping it.

Letting his panties go, he turned for the door and made his way back toward his bedroom. He felt like he was floating. By the time he got back to his room, he found his mommy sitting on his bed, patting the covers beside her.

Walking over, feeling like he was gliding on air, Flash sat down and immediately felt a hand on his head—patting him where the tiara wasn't.

"Get cleaned up, sweetie?" Celestia asked.

"I—" Flash tried to hide his blush, but his grin still gave him away. "I didn't have any mess."

Pulling Flash tight to her side with her arm, Celestia left off the headpats and instead snuggled her boi against the side of her chest. "Good girl!"

Tilting his head, Flash pressed his cheek against one of Celestia's breasts and was, once more, in his happy place. "It felt sooooo good, though."

"Mmhmm. But, Fleur, girls don't make as much of a mess as guys do." Kissing the top of Flash's head, Celestia slipped her arm that was around him down, her hand finding its way under his skirt again.

Flash let out a happy sigh as Celestia's hand stroked his inner thigh. "It feels so nice, Mommy."

"I bet it does. If you're going to start having boyfriends, you're going to need to learn how to handle them." Celestia musing out loud like that made Flash blush more. He started to close his legs and squirm, but stopped lest he disrupt the snuggle. "You know what he'll want eventually, right, Fleur?"

It was, at the same time, both exciting and terrifying. Flash wasn't exactly a girl where it counted to most guys. He had no idea how Thunderbass would deal with it. The best he could do, he figured, was to steer things away from that when he could. "To play dress-ups?"

Booping Flash on the nose with her free hand, Celestia shook her head. "No, silly. Guys always want one thing and it's— Okay, it's not disgusting, but you need to prepare that little tush of yours to take him."

It could work, Flash realized. If he tucked really well, Thunderbass could go for that and be none the wiser. "How do I do that?"

"You're already waxing your legs, it's just another place that needs to have hair removed."

"I was bleaching…" Flash wiggled a little.

"Which is fine, but not if you want someone to get close. I'll have Luna help with this. Don't you worry, Fleur." When Celestia squeezed Flash again, he let himself be pulled off balance and flopped onto her lap. "Tired?"

"A little." Flash squirmed a little while Celestia patted his head again. His wings felt funny under him, but they seemed to be made of something springy enough that they didn't get damaged. "Anyone would think all this training wore me out!"

"Fleur! A little birdie told me that you play doubles tennis with Luna against Rainbow and Sour every week. I doubt this could wear you out as much as a half a day playing tennis."

"But I get to run around and—and sweat. It's nice to have fun with my friends like that. This—this is pretty draining, though." Flash didn't resist in the slightest when Celestia's hand moved from his head to his tummy, rubbing slow circles there.

"So you're too tired for more?" Celestia asked.

Biting his lip, Flash looked up and barely managed to see his mommy's face gazing down past her bosom. "I didn't say that."

"Then give me your hand. This time, I think, we'll go a little harder—what with you being in the mood already."





Flash was wiped out. He couldn't say no to his mommy, and she'd saw fit to guide him to the heights of pleasure five more times. Staring up at his ceiling, Flash couldn't help but giggle in girlish glee. He had a date coming up, though, which meant he needed his beauty sleep.

But he couldn't sleep as he was. Rolling off the side of his bed, Flash stood on wobbly legs and made his way to his makeup desk. He took his time, letting his mind wander back to all the fun he'd just had, as he cleaned his face off.

Stripping out of the wig and dress took some work, the former was an unfamiliar new thing and the latter was more of a coordination issue. When his arms wobbled for the last time as he got the dress off, he couldn't help but giggle at it.

Down to the floor tumbled his packing. Flash sighed and crouched down to pick it up. In the floor-length mirror in the corner, he caught sight of himself bending down. He had his panties on still, but the soft curves he'd developed recently gave him an air of femininity that even nakedness couldn't hide.

If it was wrong to sit still for a moment and simply admire himself, Flash didn't want to be right. Despite his constant diligence to work at presenting a feminine form, he had one underneath the dresses and blouses already.

But, Flash needed to get into bed, and sitting here and exploring his girlish daydreams wasn't helping accomplish that. Standing up with a sigh, he walked over to where his pink, fluffy bathrobe hung and slung it around his shoulders, only tying it in the front when he felt it might be a little too tempting to his mommy or dommy to see him bare chested.

He left his room and got as far as the bathroom door, where Luna stood. The door was closed and Luna looked a little sour. "Something wrong?"

Luna looked down at Flash and her sour expression softened. "Waiting my turn, like a good little sister." She reached down to tousle Flash's hair. "I heard you had quite the night."

Blushing for all he was worth, Flash nodded. "Mommy taught me how to—how to enjoy being a girl."

"I bet she did. I got home before you two were done and heard you enjoying it at the top of your voice." Never one to skip a moment where she could tease Flash, Luna kept her comments at a level she knew her favorite plaything enjoyed. "Planning to test them out yourself later?"

"I-I didn't think I was that loud." His protest only encouraged Luna to tousle his hair with more force. "What? I wasn't—"

"You were, Fleurette, quite loud. But I think we have a misunderstanding. I wasn't complaining. Hearing your enjoyment is a highlight of my evening. The new club was not worth it." Luna slowed down her play and just twisted her fingers through Flash's hair, gently massaging his scalp while she was at it. "The lighting was too bright, the music wasn't loud enough, and they were trying to charge everyone a cover fee. Outrageous."

Flash leaned against Luna, enjoying the far simpler pleasure of contact with someone he loves while she's doing the same. The sound of her voice, though, soothed him so much that he seemed to blink and wake up in the shower, a dark pair of hands washing him.

Before he'd moved in with the sisters, Flash had only heard of people showering together in porn and movies, and it had always been purely about sex. Luna's hands, though, were all over him. Their enjoyment had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with spending time close to someone they deeply cared about. Or, so Flash felt. The way Luna was making happy noises, though, he had to assume she was of the same mind.

As Luna's hands slipped down to Flash's hips, he felt her grip a little tighter before she brought herself against him with a firm shove. Flash bit his lip at the forceful display. She didn't have any toys on, but just the dominant thrusting against his tush was enough to make him wobbly—physically and mentally.

"You're my girl, aren't you?"

Flash nodded, then trusted his voice to say, "Yes, Mistress."

One of Luna's hands strayed around to Flash's groin. Her palm resting over his exposed parts, ignoring them and giving them no stimulation, she began to run her fingers underneath. The flesh there, still sensitive from his time with Celestia, had Flash screwing his eyes closed in girlish glee.

"My. Subby. Little. Girl." Each word Luna spoke was punctuated with a thrust from her hips and a firmer push against Flash's perineum. She finally wrapped her free arm around his chest and held him against her. "You indulge me too much, Fleurette."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Flash wiggled his rump a little, earning him a groan from Luna. "What's the matter, too hot for you, Dommy?"

Laughing in that way that always made Flash feel a rush of ASMR, Luna asked, "What has you so worked up?"

"You playing with me." Flash shivered again as Luna's fingers massaged against his flesh. "I hope I managed to improve your night?"

Laughing, giving Flash one more fingering, Luna let him go and started to wash him in earnest—starting with his hair. "With you to come home to, every night is improved by its ending, Fleurette."

Melting into the words as much as the hands working water through his hair, Flash made soft and happy sounds of utter bliss. The surprise he felt when Luna left his hair alone and moved to lather up his body, was quickly soothed by her hands. The soap she used was his favorite, smelling of lavender.

Nonetheless, Flash squirmed when Luna reached for sensitive parts—which he had to admit was a large part of him now. The feel of her massaging the body-wash into his chest, his thighs, and especially between his legs—wouldn't let him hold still.

"Go on, get out and dry off while I finish up." Luna delivered a firm smack to Flash's rump, getting a startled squeal from him before he laughed his way out of the shower.

Finding one of the huge soft towels Flash himself kept clean and ready for such use, he began drying himself off. Of course, he was given a show of his Dommy washing herself in the shower, and even though the glass was frosted, he could catch glimpses that his imagination could fill in around the edges.

Once dry, he reached for his dressing gown and pulled the soft silk around him. It was delicate and gentle, just like Flash imagined himself having become. Luna stepped out of the shower behind him and he turned. The image of a cobalt goddess moved, dripping wet, to the middle of the bathroom. Flash could remember back to high school and how much the other guys had mentioned wanting to see this exact situation.

"Fleurette, you should take a picture, it will last longer," Luna said, her lips curling into a smile. Luna went about drying herself, not bothering with any modesty yet. The flash of a camera got her attention, though. Spinning to glare at Flash, she froze. "You got a camera…"

Walking up to where Luna was pointing her finger at him, apparently frozen by the surprise of him doing exactly what she'd offhanded said, Flash leaned forward and pressed his nose to the finger. "Boop."

When Luna grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, Flash's world turned a deep and satisfying blue. He worked his own arms around her to hug back, but Luna's strength far exceeded his own and so he wasn't going anywhere but pillowy heaven as she settled his head into her cleavage.

"You're a gem, Fleurette. An absolute gem."

"Mrffmrf," was all Flash could manage in reply.