Fluttershy's Self-Bondage Misfortune

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Did you learn your lesson?
Two Weeks Later
Dinner Date
Fluttershy's Box

Did you learn your lesson?

You checked the clock. There are six hours left until Rarity comes over to check on you for your spa date. The bed and dresser in your room are covered in supplies for today’s self bondage session. You make sure Angel and the other animals have cleared out of your room before closing the door and windows. It is just creepy when one of them stares at you while you are playing.

It’s never been easy to overcome your shyness. Ever since you became attracted to stallions, the thought of asking them to date or be intimate was intimidating. Sure, you’d love to have a special somepony in your life to help you find physical joy and comfort with. However, your shyness always gets in the way. The longer you avoided relationships, the harder it became to take that first step.

You realized you were turning twenty-eight and have never kissed a pony, or had anything that didn’t run on batteries between your legs.

Sure, Rarity had generously set you up on a few dates. The stallions were always gentleman, but that was rarely the problem. With your shyness and their often radically different cutie mark, there was little to talk about. While the botanist had been nice, he only wanted to talk about plants while you only knew about animals. Between that and the silence, you made it through dinner with a few yes and no answers, before promising to see him again. Of course, you lied, as you were so embarrassed by your failure to open up to anypony.

Self-bondage had been your salvation. Finally, your shyness could not get in the way anymore. What had started with a hoof in the shower, or a brief visit to the laundry dryer while it was running, had escalated into strict self-bondage. Each orgasm made the next less appealing, until you found yourself in ridiculous scenarios to reach that same plateau as the last memorable orgasm.

You decided on using ice as a release mechanism, and brought it upstairs. Setting down the cup of solid ice with a rope in it, you run it through a bolt in the ceiling so the key to your bondage will be dangling inches above your hoof at the end.

You check all of the ropes, adjusting the length and making sure all of the cinch knots are nice and tight. Several are already attached to the headboard and footboard of your bed. The intricate floral patterns carved in the thick wood made perfect attachment points.

On each of the ropes, between the noose and the attachment to the bed, are two metal rings. The noose’s rope runs through the two rings. It allows them to be tightened by pulling on the excess rope, however it can not be slackened.

It had taken nearly an hour to get all the ropes just right this morning, and then you had to braid your mane and tail into two long braids with knots at the end. All of that hard work was about to pay off. With one last glance over your supplies, you begin the most arousing step: the first rope.

You took the pre-measured rope and draped it over your neck and under your mane. You guide the two ends of rope between your legs and around both sides of your tail. The cotton rope slides into your pussy which is quickly beginning to get moist. Tugging on the rope allows you to determine the best placement for the knot over your clitoris. Positioning is everything, and once you’ve found the right spot you let the rope fall loose.

A small knot in the two ropes is placed so that once tightened, it will tease and torment your clitoris throughout the ordeal. You then tie three more knots to fall along your chest.

The next item before the rope is fastened in place is to insert your two favorite toys. The first is an inflatable butt plug. It has a cord that runs to a small control box, with enough juice to run for two days. It has several settings including a random one, and has brought you immeasurable joy since buying it.

With some lubricant from your box of secret toys, you lube the butt plug well. As you begin to push it in, you exhale and try to relax. No matter how many times you put it in place, your anus always resists at first. With a wet plop it slides into place, and your tight ass begins to come to terms with it’s invader.

Next is the second toy, a large black dildo. It also has several settings and was designed by a specialty manufacturer. It’s called The Changeling and it is designed to fill a mare up completely. It has bumps and ribbing on it unlike a stallion, and is designed to stimulate the most sensitive nerves in your pussy.

You’re so wet you don’t really need any lube to get the dildo in at this point. Biting your lip you push it in dry and moan as it tugs at your labia and fills you up. Once it’s in, you secure it to your pussy with the rope, passing through a small ring at it’s base. The butt plug is next, and you make a small loose knot around the cord to the inflation bulb and control box. It won’t be going anywhere now either.

Finally, the rope reaches your neck where you draped it earlier. It’s now circling your body, splitting you into a right and left half. You pull it under the rope and tighten it. Itpushes the invaders deep into your ass and pussy and you moan in approval. With one more tug, you feel the knot slip over your clit and shudder.

With everything in position, you make the first loops around your ribs. You pass one of the two ends of the rope around the left side, and between the two knots on your chest. You do the same on the right side, then pull them taught and back around your back.

You wrap each end around the rope running up your back, and down the same side, pulling tight at each step. The next loop around pins the top of your wings to your back. A shiver runs down your spine as the next loop pins the bottom of your wings to your side. They won’t be able to move while you’re in bondage, and any struggles against the ropes will only cause more discomfort in your wings.

At last you tie off the rope and admire yourself in the mirror. The shibaru tie has made an intricate pattern of diamonds on your chest and stomach. The knot in the crotch rope is hitting you just right, and there is more to do.

Next is a large foam ball gag. It warms up and expands, effectively gagging you. The leather buckle is easy to put in place and after a few seconds you click the ball gag firmly into your mouth. You can feel it absorbing your saliva and starting to expand.

Finally you crawl on top of the bed and lay on your back. Around you is a maze of ropes so you can tighten up your self bondage. Hanging from the ceiling is a key to a padlock. It will fall next to your right hoof so you can unlock a lock fastening that particular rope to the headboard. From there, you will be able to undo the other ropes, or stretch out and grab your emergency knife from the night stand.

The key will fall when a large cup of ice on the ground melts. Until then, you’ll be at the mercy of the vibrators.

You fasten your tail and hind legs to the footboard first. The cinch knots slide easily over the knot in your braided tail, and the hooves of your legs. They tighten up securely, pulling hard against your skin but stopped by a smaller stop knot to prevent them from cutting off circulation.

The long pink mane is next, and you pull it taut against the headboard. You’re now unable to get up, as your legs, tail, and mane are tied down to the bed. You grab the inflation bulb for the butt plug before you fasten your forelegs in place. You inflate it once, twice. . . twelve times before you feel fit to burst. It feels so wonderful and full, but you decide against going any larger this time. You normally stop at eight.

With a soft click the vibrator is turned onto random, then the butt plug to random. You moan into the gag, biting down on it, as they begin to operate at different speeds and intervals.

At the point of no return, you quickly slip your left forehoof through the last noose. You tighten it firmly with your right forehoof until it too is pulled taut.

Your right hoof which is where the key will land is next. That rope is different than the others, as you can’t tighten it with the same hoof you put through it. Instead, it’s a preset length with the lock instead of rings, so that you can reach the lock and get free when the key falls.

Sliding your hoof through, the perfectly sized noose tightens down. You tug on each extremity, feeling the ropes pull back against the tops of your hooves. There is no way they can come off now, unless loosened to get around each hoof.

The dildo flips to it’s highest setting and you drop your head back and moan loudly. As soon as it starts, it stops. It’s in interval mode, hitting you with intense vibrations then stopping, off and on, over and over.

You buck your hips into the air, moving what little you can, as the dildo continues to tease you. The butt plug is also increasing in intensity and the anticipation is leading you towards your first orgasm of the day.

The vibrators cut out, switching to a constant low mode. You groan in frustration as you were so close. Using the knot in the crotch rope, you continue to get off by grinding against it. The struggles against the ropes are helping you finish what the vibrators started.

Just as you’re about to cum, the butt plug switches to high. You can feel it pushing against the wall between your rectum and pussy, right against the grooves in the dildo.

A rush of warmth spreads across your body as you tense every muscle. You resist the crescendo of fire in your pussy as long as possible, letting it build and build to a bigger orgasm. You can’t hold back the damn for long, and the vibrator hits a faster speed just as you explode.

Screaming loudly into the gag you barely notice the liquid squirting out of your pussy onto the bed. You pant heavily and grin stupidly through the gag as your heart races. Sheer joy and ecstasy flood your mind as the fire slowly dies out.

As you’re writhing on the bed you realize the vibrators are still on high, and the pressure against your clitoris and pussy lips from the ropes are keeping you on the verge of climax. With concentrated effort you push for a second orgasm. You let your muscles relax for a moment, then tighten them up and grind the dildo further into your pussy. You can feel it bottoming out, and each ridge and bump on the dildo scraping along inside you.

Just when you are getting tired of thrusting the dildo in, you feel your pussy clamp down on it. Waves of pleasure spread out from your pussy and through your tight, tired muscles. You’ve cum twice already in record time, and lay back to catch your breath. With the vibrators temporarily on a lower setting, you focus on getting ready for the next orgasm and the remaining four hours.

Before you can catch your breath, you notice the vibrators slowly building speed as another orgasm approaches. You let the ropes bite into your legs as much as possible, increasing the pleasure. You hold your breath and see if you can cum before you have to breathe again.

The burning in your lungs and muscles builds up with the orgasm and vibrations. Closing your eyes, your world becomes the humming and your loud moaning, along with the sensations racing through your abdomen.

Each second brings you closer to the third climax, and your pussy clenches relentlessly on the dildo. Even your ass is tightly gripping the butt plug as your entire body tenses.

You’re almost there and you continue holding your breathe. Just a little longer, and then you exhale, screaming with all your might into the gag. The orgasm washes over you, turning every burning sensation in your body into a fresh wave of pleasure.

After riding that third orgasm down you decide it’s a good time to call it quits.

You reach around looking for the key. It should have landed right where your hoof is now. Then, you feel a soft thud and hear a clink. The key fell, hitting your hoof, and flying off the bed.

You begin to panic and hyperventilate. Without the key you’ll be stuck here four more hours, which is longer than you’ve ever been tied up before. The vibrators seem to sense your fear, choosing that moment to push you yet again to the bring of an exhaustive orgasm. Your pussy is starting to get overly sensitive to the continued assaults, and you find yourself groaning as pleasure turns to pain.

The assault continues as you frantically try to reach the key you know isn’t there. The corners of your vision are turning black, and you try to slow your breathing. Your heart is racing and the vibrators have decided to randomly go full speed again. The pleasure begins to overwhelm the pain, then absorb it, until every fiber of your being is on fire. You feel yourself cum as you pass out from exhaustion.

For the next four hours you drift in and out of consciousness and climax. Your entire universe has narrowed down to this one bed, this one moment, and this one session. Countless orgasms have come and gone as the clock taunts you, ticking slowly towards your spa date with Rarity.

Looking over at the clock you realize it is three p.m. Rarity was supposed to pick you up by two. You sob quietly as the vibrators turn off and on in morse code, teasing you. A tear begins to roll down your cheek before you close your eyes and let exhaustion take you back to sleep.

You wake up feeling a little better. The ropes are biting into your skin less, and the vibrators are on their lowest setting. At that speed, they won’t knock you out with another orgasm, but they are keeping you constantly aroused and unable to cum.

Moaning softly you feel around for the key, before realizing it’s not there. It is dark out, so you look to the clock to see how long you’ve been tied to your own bed. That’s when you realize it’s not dark—someone has blindfolded you!

You moan and thrash about, and are rewarded by giggling from the intruder. You freeze, not moving a single muscle, as terror grips your heart like icy daggers.

“Well,” a familiar voice said. “I’m flattered that I was your failsafe, Fluttershy. Still, I think you need to learn a lesson about safety.”

Rarity? You turn your head towards the voice and pout through the gag. That’s when you realize it’s been replaced by a different gag that tastes like rubber. You mutter again and Rarity catches the drift.

“Oh, that’s a butterfly gag. When I found you here I went back to get a few of my own toys. Let me show you.”

The rubber in your mouth slowly inflates, and you realize it’s in three pieces. One pieces is between the gums and your teeth on each side, and the other rests above your tongue. As the three inflate, you feel them push against each other. The four tight straps on your head become apparent as they hold your jaw closed, and firmly seal the gag in place.

Each pump brings greater pressure onto your mouth. You try to moan and find that you’re so effectively gagged it barely comes out as a whimper.

“See how much more effective it is? Now that you’re awake, it’s time to check the rest of your setup.”

Rarity walks around, tugging on the ropes. “I’ve loosened them while you were asleep, but feel free to struggle. I’ll make sure you’re not hurt. However—”

You feel the already large inflatable butt plug grow even bigger in your ass. The soreness and fullness have you feeling like you need to use the restroom horribly. Before you know it, the trickle of urine down your leg lets you know it wasn’t the butt plug.

“—this brings us to your punishment.”

As you listen to her voice you can’t help but be aroused. You’d never shared your secret with anypony. You’d never even been with anypony. Yet here you were, with your best friend Rarity holding the key to your freedom. For once there were no concerns over whether or not the ice would melt, the key would fall, or if the escape knife was close enough to reach.

For the first time your only concern was climax. You were safe, bound, and completely at Rarity’s mercy. There was no easy way out of the bondage if you changed your mind. Rarity owned you. She had total control of your pleasure.

You started bucking against the crotch rope and vibrator, finding the thoughts racing through your mind incredibly arousing.

“You really are a kinky little mare. As I was saying, however, your punishment is orgasm denial. It’s five p.m. now and I canceled our spa date. If you want to cum, you’re going to have to earn it.”

With the vibrators set to low, and the plug pushing out against your entire stomach, you realize she is right. You’ve never felt so aroused, so completely full, and yet it isn’t enough. Even bucking against the crotch rope isn’t working. You begin sobbing softly and yanking at the ropes, trying to get some little push over the edge.

A hoof runs across your breast sending a chill down your spine. Just one touch from Rarity is electrifying. After she’s playfully traced circles around your teets, you feel something cold levitate against them.

Realizing it’s an ice cube, you try to squirm away. It’s futile as she begins to torture your nipples, one at a time, with the ice. Just when you can’t bare it anymore, she’ll lift the ice and move it to the other nipple.

The more your squirm, the more she teases you. Several times she stops completely, as if she can tell when you are too close to orgasm. The ice cube traces its way down to your engorged pussy lips and clitoris. It is torture as she traces it along your inner thigh.

You try to trick her and control your breathing, to force yourself over the edge of climax. Still, she is too clever and the ice cube never gets you there.

“What’s the hurry? We have all night and I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet,” Rarity cooed.

As Rarity uses her magic to tug your wings, soreness and pain washes over your back. After so long in bondage, they are beginning to ache. Once a few of the loosest feathers have been plucked by Rarity, she brushes them against your hoof. Between the hard wall of your hoof, lies your ticklish frog: a small patch of skin and nerves.

You try to laugh and realize how difficult that is while spread eagle on a bed. Trying to pull your hoof away is a joke, as the taut ropes allow no movement. Wiggling as much as you can, you are overtaken by fits of laughter. This causes you to writhe much more than usual. Just when you think she’s going to let you climax, she stops.

Moaning as loud as you can proves useless. Before you can finish catching your breath she starts on the next hoof. Rarity tickles you and teases you one hoof at a time, until she has brought you to the edge four times: once with each ticklesh foot.

“My, you’re getting rather desperate, Fluttershy. So much passion and energy, and I’m just getting started. Perhaps next time you’ll use something safer like an ice lock?” Rarity asked.

You think about it for a moment, and nod your head no. Now that she knows your secret, you want her to play with you more often. There is an amazing orgasm building just a hoof’s reach away from you. Rarity keeps pulling it back out of reach at the last second, yet you know beyond a doubt once you reach that climax, no other orgasm will ever compare.

“No? You don’t want to be safe?”

You shake your head no again.

“Could it be. . . are you enjoying this?”

You nod your head yes emphatically, pulling on your mane as the rope tries to keep it pinned to the bed.

Rarity chuckles and you can feel a strap of something slide across your bare stomach. “My you are a clever girl. Since you’re enjoying this so much I’ll pay extra special attention to making this the best orgasm you’ll ever have.”

Right as you begin to nod your approval, the strap hits you in the stomach sending a jolt of pain through you. It wasn’t hard enough to break skin, just enough to sting for a minute.

“That’s artificial leather. Since you’ve been naughty and won’t play safe, it’s time to spank you like the naughty filly you are.”

Yes, spank me Rarity you mumble into the gag.

The strap hits on the inside of your left thigh. With the vibrators keeping you on the edge of climax, that smallest sensation caused your pussy to tighten up. At this rate, this might be your release.

Rarity continued whipping you. Slowly she worked her way around your thighs, and onto your flanks. She saved your stomach and nipples for last. After striking you twice as hard on the stomach, you come out of your stupor and stop bucking the air.

“Have you been naughty?”

You nod your head, yes.

“Do you need more punishment?”

Yes.

The strap of leather hits you again, equally hard, and you can feel yourself closer than ever to the orgasm she’s determined not to let you have.

“Are you ready for me to let you go?”

No, no! You continue to shake your head, not wanting out of the restraints.

“Are you ready to cum?”

Yes! You squirm and buck against the ropes and she hits you hard across the stomach again.

“That was rhetorical.” Rarity laughs and you feel something brush against your nipple.

Two small metal clamps bite into the skin around your nipple, taking your mind off of the impending orgasm. They are biting in deeply, but thankfully the pain dulls after a moment. You can feel her tying something to the clamps, and then feel her tug at your crotch rope. The nipple clamps are attached to it now, and the tug causes a fresh wave of pain through your nipples.

“This will stop you from wiggling those sexy hips so much. They’re my hips now, I own you, and I’m not ready for you to cum, darling.”

You feel weight shift on the bed and figure out Rarity has climbed onto it. The air from the butterfly gag deflates, and you find yourself swallowing to try and wet your throat.

“Now, if you want to get release, you’re going to have to pay it forward. When I take the gag out, you’ll eat my pussy. If you speak a single word or utter one noise, the gag goes back in and I leave you here just like this overnight. Does my little pet understand?”

You ponder it for the briefest of moments, before nodding in agreement. The straps loosen and a moment later you wiggle your sore jaw around. Before you can finish wetting your lips, you feel Rarity kneel over your head.

The fragrance of Rarity’s pussy smells faintly of a perfume, almost sickly sweet. As she lowers her lips over your muzzle, you realize how wet she is.

You stick your tongue out and are pleasantly surprised at the sweet taste of her shaved, moist labia. It quivers as you touch it with your tongue, and you quickly begin to explore the folds of her pussy.

Finding the clitoris, you begin to suckle it like a newborn foal. Rarity moans in enjoyment so you continue to suckle it, pausing briefly every so often to see how wet her pussy has become. Soon you need not stop, because you can feel her arousal dripping down onto your neck.

Your wings are stiff against the ropes, and your entire stomach and pussy are clenching up tight. As you suckle her clitoris, you try to buck your hips in the air. The painful nipple clamps send waves of pain through your chest, but you continue anyway.

The more you try to push yourself to arousal, the less the nipple clamps hurt and the more they are pushing you forward. Each time you pull the crotch rope just right against your pussy, the nipple clamps tear at the soft flesh of your nipples. The jolts of pain are as much a punishment as the orgasm denial.

A hoof smacks you in the side of the ribs just hard enough to get the point across. Your body jolts from the impact, pulling the clamps painfully tight and making you squeal.

“Focus on me, darling, or I’m likely to forget I found you here,” Rarity states.

You gulp and stick your tongue into her pussy. You’re quickly able to find her vagina and stick your muzzle in to get your tongue deeper. She feels tight and fresh to you, and you wonder if all pussies taste and feel like this. Rarity always struck you as a mare who knew her way around the bedroom. Perhaps that was why she was so skilled at these arts.

With your first priority being her pleasure, you ignore the constant arousal of your loins. In a few minutes, Rarity begins to sway her hips against you, building to her own climax. You redouble your efforts as you can feel her legs squeeze against your head and her pussy contracting.

Your own pussy continues to drip and you clench your muscles down on the dildo, wondering if this is the one. At the same time, Rarity pins your head to the bed as she comes. You can feel her juices squirt onto your head and run down into your mane. She bucks your face a few more times as she rides the wave of pleasure down.

After a minute, she climbs off the bed. “Truly wonderful for a first timer, darling. You’ll have to tell me later how someone who has never been with another pony learned such skill with their tongue.”

A hoof touches the vibrator, clicking it up one setting. “Are you ready for your reward?” Rarity asks.

You nod your head yes and smile around the gag. A moment later, you feel the butterfly gag slide back into place. You begin to protest and moan, but she interrupts you.

“What was that? Did I hear a noise?”

Gulping, you timidly shake your head no.

“Good, I didn’t think so.”

The butterfly gag goes in the rest of the way and is strapped in place. After she inflates it to size, she walks to the end of the bed. She gives the butt plug one more squeeze, sending a wave of pleasure through you. She also clicks it up one setting; yet they are still not set high enough to get you where you’re going.

“Now, since you’ve gotten to get something to eat, it’s only fair I do to.”

You begin rocking your hips in anticipation.

Rarity chuckles. “That’s why I’ll be down in the kitchen making myself a salad. Don’t worry, it should only take an hour.”

Moans and sobs of disapproval force their way out past the gag.

“Come now, it wouldn’t be orgasm denial if I let you cum that easily! Besides, nopony has fed your pets all day long. Another hour or two and I’ll have prepared and fed all of your animals.”

You can’t do this to me! you mumble. You’re so close to the orgasm. The warmth and fire in your abdomen is spreading throughout your body, yet it lacks that spark to push you over the edge. For what feels like years you’ve been so close you could almost taste it. Each second in this torment and frustration made you more determined to explode in orgasm.

“When I get back, if you can tell me five things you learned today, I’ll let you cum.”

Hoofsteps approach the door and you hear it close behind her.

Moaning out, you realize you truly are alone. With no way to know what time it is, or how long she’ll really be gone, you wallow in your self-pity for a couple minutes. Then, the warming of your loins pushes you to defy Rarity. You’re going to orgasm while she’s out eating dinner to show her who is boss!

Slowly but surely, you test the limits of the ropes, the nipple clamps, and the vibrators. Pushing against the crotch rope, you grind the dildo in. Soon you look forward to the painful tugging of the nipple clamps. Each jolt of pain means you pushed the dildo in far enough. Each time the rope bites into your hooves it makes your pussy clench down harder.

The longer you spend chasing the climax, the more massive it gets. Yet, you still can’t reach it. Every fiber of your being is poised on a knife’s edge waiting for that orgasm. The bed sheets are soaked in your sweet and arousal, sending chills down your spine.

Once again, Rarity shows impeccable timing and walks in when you nearly had it.

“So, what five things did we learn?”

She walked over and quickly deflated the ball gag, loosening it enough to pull it out and hang it around your neck.

You completely forgot about the five things. Quickly, you improvised.

“Um. . . one, always have a second backup before your friend catches you?”

“Obvious, but that’s one,” Rarity chided.

“Two,” you say, “Is to always. . . That I need too. . .”

Rarity sighed, and you feel the gag lifting back into place. “Looks like you didn’t learn anything after all.”

“Two is to do bondage with a frie—mmph.”

Rarity pulls the gag back out. “What was that?”

“Two is it’s better to do bondage with another pony you trust”

“And did you learn who that is?”

“It’s you! I trust you, Rarity. Please, let me cum!”

Rarity ran a hoof down your stomach, pausing inches from your crotch. “Four?”

“Um, maybe being so shy is a bad thing? That I should find a nice partner and I won’t have to tie myself up all alone.”

“Good. Had I not decided to come over and apologize for running late and cancelling our appointment, I’d have found you here tomorrow morning,” Rarity explained. “Learn anything else?”

You bite your lip and try to come up with something—anything—to appease her. “I learned that I—” A bead of sweat rolls down your cheek, and you can feel your pussy radiating warmth and quivering in anticipation.

“I learned I want to be your pet! I love you! I mean, if that’s okay with you, I want to do this more because you’re really special to me!” you shout.

Rarity giggled. “About time, all these years going to the spa and only now do you realize I’ve had a crush on you. Sorry, but for friend zoning me, you need more punishment.”

“No, please! I don—mmph!”

The gag is quickly inflated again and you begin sobbing and crying. You can hear her hoofsteps crossing the floor.

“Oh, Fluttershy, I’m not that cruel.” You feel Rarity reaching between your legs and every muscle in your body freezes.

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes. Enjoy yourself, you’ve earned it.”

With a click, Rarity locks both vibrators at full speed. Before you can even register her hoofsteps heading for the door, you scream in ecstasy as your pussy explodes, and the orgasm washes over you.

You feel all that arousal, frustration, and pent up energy burst through in a split second. You feel your eyes roll back into your head as you pass out, and feel like you’re floating off into subspace.

Author's Note

My friends said I write too much clop, and I should write 'serious' stuff, so I wrote some serious clop.

Two Weeks Later

You hurried home from checking on the pets at the shelter in Canterlot. There was a very special surprise waiting for you at home. After pleasing Rarity with your good behavior for a couple weeks, she promised this self-bondage session would be unlike any other.

Each day she would sneak a note into your house. On it would be instructions on how to tie yourself up, and a deadline. If you were not tied up by that time, she would punish and tease you relentlessly. If you were a good pony and tied yourself up properly, she would grant you release.

She had let you know before you went to Canterlot that she had a very special present, and a very difficult challenge, for you this time.

The many animals around your house greeted you, including Angel. You gave them all some treats before sealing yourself away in your room as had become the norm. On your bed you found the note.

FS-

You are to tie your hindlegs forward against your stomach, and your forelegs backward against your chest. Leave your wings free, but tie your mane to your tail. You plot must be fully exposed. Insert the eight inch butt plug and matching vibrator, and set both to low. You must remain in this bondage until I arrive at 5pm with your present.

Do not secure the dildo. Failure to hold it in until my arrival will be met with punishment. Set out some fresh root vegetables on the bed in case I get hungry.

-R

A wide smile graced your face as you imagined the many naughty things she would do to you. The added challenge of keeping a dildo in might be a problem, and you wondered if you could position yourself against one of the bed posts to help hold it in. Rarity wouldn’t be here for just over two hours, and you hadn’t touched yourself in three days since leaving for Canterlot. Rarity forbid you to masterbate, making you reliant on her for release.

Rushing downstairs you gathered up vegetables from the kitchen. Carrots, cucumbers, gourds, and even ginger roots. For good measure you got some lettuce, celery, and even potatoes. You cleaned them all up before taking them upstairs and laying them around the bed.

Rarity claimed she wanted a snack, but you knew she’d likely fuck you with them, and it was making you horny. Already you felt the desire burning in your loins and you hadn’t even gotten the rope out.

You did the math in your head, or more accurately, the rope work. After sizing up the various lengths of rope and creating the nooses, you were ready to tighten them up and tie yourself up.

You began laying in the middle of the bed with the ropes and the vegetables. First you put the butt plug in. After generously applying lube, you took several deep breaths. It still hurt going in, making you whimper as it got stuck halfway. You fought the urge to tighten up, and slowly managed to work it in past the flare.

The butt plug popped snugly into place, and you did the dildo next. It would be hard enough to get it to stay in without lube, so you only put a little bit on. As it slid into place you moaned in pleasure. If this dildo never left your pussy again, it would be too soon.

You tested the dildo, wiggling it around to see how snug it was in place. Hopefully you’d be able to lean against the mattress to keep it firmly planted once tied up. According to the note, if you let it slip out, you would be punished.

Sitting down on the bed you work on your hind legs. You tie a rope around your stomach and chest, with two ropes looping over your shoulders to keep it in place. You then fasten the slip knots to your underside, and slide your hind legs in.

Tightening them up, you’re able to fasten them tightly to your side. You adjust the rope harness and smile. Both hind legs are bound so tightly you’ll need a knife, or Rarity, to get out.

Next is your tail and mane, so that you can display your plot to Rarity. You turn and face your plot towards the door so she gets a good view when she walks in. Then you tighten a rope around your tail and with only six inches of slack, fasten it to your mane. It pulls your head back painfully, but you can only imagine how sexy you’ll look.

Last are your forelegs. Before tying them, you go the extra step Rarity loves so much. She didn’t mention you had to be gagged, or blindfolded, but you found it much more fun that way.

A large penis gag on the bed is your newest toy. Applying some sugary lube to it, you strap it into your mouth and begin suckling it. When you get lonely and Rarity isn’t around, you’ll often suck on the penis gag and imagine you’re being ravaged by a stallion.

Then you put on a blindfold and earplugs, cutting yourself off from the outside world. The final step is turning the vibrators in your pussy and ass to their low setting, and sticking your forelegs into the final slip knots.

You pull tightly against the restraints, tightening them down on your legs. You flop forward onto your stomach and test the restraints. There is no way you can get out on your own as the rope bites tightly into your legs. Now that you have Rarity, you’re not afraid to tie yourself up without a failsafe. You know Rarity will always keep you safe.

The dildo nearly slips out, and you wiggle to push it back in using the bedsheet. You forgot to check the clock, but you have two hours of torment to endure before Rarity helps you reach that blissful state of subspace.

With your wings untied, they begin to stiffen up and extend. The base of the wings is throbbing as they flitter and unfurl. When a Pegasus meets a suitable mate, they spread their wings to impress the other pony. Over time, the aptly dubbed “wing boner” has become a symbol of arousal in all Pegasi.

WIth your senses cut off, you felt each feather as it spread out. Your stiff wings began to have a dull ache as your body begged for release. While you were distracted you felt the dildo start to inch out again, and you beared down on it. It was hard to maneuver your hips against the bed but you did your best.

Laying there, throbbing and aching, your mind wandered to Rarity and her special reward. You had no idea what it was, but you knew that she had taken excellent care of you for two weeks. Eight self-bondage sessions, overseen by your new marefriend, in only fourteen days. It had added meaning to your life and a spring to your step.

To trust some pony completely, and to be able to be honest with them, was liberating. It had turned your life around.

You notice the damp bed sheet beneath you and wonder how long you’ve been there. The familiar slow-burning fire in your groin was approaching the familiar peak. That was where it waited for the touch of your lover, Rarity, to allow you release. Just imagining her hoof run across your inner thigh sent shivers up your spine.

Through the ear plugs you heard the clip clop of hooves. You gulped and sucked on the penis gag in anticipation, with a faint smile.

She used her hoof to pull the earplugs out. “Well done, marshmellow, you’ve really made me proud this time,” Rarity said. “You always do that extra mile just for me. I need your permission for this special gift though.”

YOu feel her hoof trace it’s way down your back, around your stiff wings, and to your dripping plot. She pushes the vibrator into your pussy, then slides it out in one motion. You shudder and whiny in sorrow as it leaves your pussy feeling so empty. You need her to give it back, more than anything, and fill you up.

The penis gag is loosened up and Rarity pulls it out of your mouth. “Flutters, dear, I brought a very special stallion friend of mine by today. He’s your special reward for being such a lovely mare to me.”

“A s-stallion?” you mutter.

“Yes, darling. If you like, he’ll make your dreams come true, I’ll even let him tie the two of us together for a little while if you like,” Rarity offered.

You gulp and imagine what a stallion would feel like. You’ve only had vibrators and toys, yet you’ve always thought a real stallion must feel amazing. Would it be amazing, or would it hurt you? This would be your first time with a stallion and doubt clouded your mind.

Your pussy objected to that train of thought, as it begged and longed for a real stallion to go deep inside you.

“Yes,” you say. “I—bring him in, I want to be fucked.”

“You won’t be dissappointed, dear, we’ve got him for the whole weekend and I see you brought us plenty of props to use.” You hear Rarity munch on a carrot.

The gag slides back into your mouth, and the ear plugs are put back in place. You begin wiggling your tush, and feel two large hooves grab your flank. They slide you across the bed to the edge, and you are powerless to resist.

You begin fluttering your wings quickly in arousal. There is a stallion behind you, ready to ravage you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You are at his and Rarity’s mercy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gasping, the large head of his dick pushes against your wet pussy. It’s had two hours to simmer and he is able to slide in easily. He holds back, inching in slowly, causing your wings to twitch faster and faster.

Once he finally makes it all the way in, you feel him grab you by the base of your wings. You moan in approval as he uses your wings for leverage. The pain of your wings straining as he pulls on them fills your mind with ecstasy.

His cock begins to slide out, and back in. He slowly torments you, likely at Rarity’s instruction. You begin grunting, moaning, and squealing into the penis gag. You need him to stop teasing you and start fucking you.

He slides in again and you find yourself panting for breath. He is barely speeding up at all. You begin holding your breath and tightening down on him as hard as you can, as if you can keep him from pulling out.

HIs cock is expanding inside you. It’s inflating like a toy, but you can feel it throbbing and slowly scraping along your pussy. It feels better than anything you have ever felt before, better than any bondage Rarity has made you inflict upon yourself.

As his head continues to flare your body begins tingling as your wings twitch. You can feel warmth spread from your pussy, causing your legs to pull taut against the rope. You buck and yank are the restraints, trying desperately to drive his cock a little further in.

You climax and can feel your entire body tense up. The dick deep inside you begins to spew it’s seed, and you can feel the bulges of sperm pumping into your tight pussy. You can feel it slopping around as he thrusts in and out, using his semen for lube. He continued to fuck you while you spasm and wiggle around on the bed.

After nearly losing consciousness, he finally pulls out. You’re still quiverring on the bed and wishing you hadn’t waited until you were twenty eight to get fucked. It was the most amazing thing you had ever felt.

Rarity’s hoof runs along your side. You would know that hoof anywhere. She then slides the butt plug out. She grabs a piece of ginger that she carved into the perfect butt plug. As she lubes it and slides it in, you can already feel it begin to burn your anus. It sends tingles up your rectum as your body clenches down around the root of ginger.

Next you feel something like a cucumber slide into your pussy. Rarity climbs on top of you and begins to fuck you with the cucumber. You then feel the penis gag loosen up and fall out.

“Time for round two,” Rarity coos in your ear. “We will have to make sure our guest gets all the hospitality we can offer, won’t we darling?”

“Yes, mistress,” you reply.

“Let me undo your hair so you can get your neck in a more comfortable position for our guest.” She unties your mane and adjusts the ear plugs and blindfold on your head.

As you move your neck around and work out the kinks, you bump into something wet and hard. You sniff it and can smell the familiar scent of your arousal. Two large hooves then gently grab your head, as the stallion slides his cock into your mouth.

You mumble in protest, and Rarity gets close to your ear again to speak. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll walk you through all the steps of a proper blow job. Then, we’ll move on to anal sex.”

You cringe, then feel the cock slide deeper into your mouth. Your fears turn to moaning as Rarity wiggles the cucumber around in your pussy. You’re so aroused that you know this is definitely going to be the best session ever.

With any luck, she’ll invite a friend over more often.

Dinner Date

Three weeks had flown by since you were caught by Rarity. She had walked in on a self-bondage session, and you have been forced to admit your feelings to her. That was, of course, after she tormented you for hours. She even brought a stallion, the name of whom you still don’t know, to take advantage of you while blindfolded and tied down.

Yes, Rarity was everything you’d ever wanted for a lover. She embraced your fetishes and went as far as you wanted to go with them, and even respected your safe word on the one occasion you had gotten uncomfortable. She was an extraordinary mare.

“Come on. I think nap time is over,” Rarity says.

You moan and fold your wings over your stomach, then pull the comforter in tighter. “No, I just want to lay here with you.”

She pulls her hooves out from around you. “Darling, we have that special dinner planned, remember?”

A spark of warmth in your groin reminds you of her plan, and it will be very special.

“Okay, but when we get back tonight I’m gonna repay you for all your kindness. . . if that’s okay with you.”

“Trust me, darling, you can have me for dessert anytime you’re not tied down to my bed.”

“Mmm, vanilla and marshmallows,” you mumble. It’s likely Rarity is the only pony in Ponyville who keeps her snatch as spotless as her house and as well-groomed as her mane. You’re in heaven when you get to run your tongue against it.

Once she levitates the covers off, you feel a whip levitate across your belly. With a soft ‘eep’ you hop out of bed, not wanting her to go into dominatrix mode just yet. One time when you refused to wake up, she took matters into her own hooves with a vibrator and a scarf.

“Now, I have several dresses that should fit you for our little engagement. How about this one?” Rarity asked.

She had pulled out a cute green dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. It was made for a pegasus and allowed the wings through. The fabric clung to the shoulders and flank. Below the hole for the tail, it hugged the plot, and then drapped loosely behind the legs.

“It’s wonderful,” you say.

Rarity smiles, then levitates the next part of the evening wear out. It’s a large sturdy rubber device. It looks like a chastity belt, but instead is used to hold a small vibrating plug, dildo, and nub for the clitoris on it. Rarity will be able to control the vibrations of any of those three vibrators by using her magic to manipulate the remote control inside them.

“Now, you’re sure you want to go out in public with me in control?”

“Absolutely!” you squeak without hesitation. “I mean, it sounds so—hot—to imagine being in the middle of dinner. I’ll be bound without ropes, forced to obey, or suffer and there’s nothing I can do about it! I think it’s the perfect idea for our date.”

Rarity smiles and levitates the underwear down to the floor. You step your hind legs into it, and she pulls it up with her magic. She levitates some lube onto it before pulling it against your plot. She gently slides the toys into position until your pussy is almost as full as when using a large vibrator. Your ass feels very full from the plug, and you wonder if you had needed to use the restroom, or if that wonderful feeling was just your ass getting used to it’s new visitor.

A buckle on the underwear tightens it up against your waist to ensure it doesn’t slide around or go anywhere, and your tail is slid through a groove in it to further ensure it can’t go anywhere.

You feel low vibrating sensations on your clit, then inside your vagina, then in your ass. They ramp up in intensity before halting and leaving you feeling empty.

“That was wonderful,” you purr.

“Yes. Now, forelegs up.”

Her voice has lost some of the warmth as she assumes the role of your master. She is an incredible actor, able to make you whimper and submit; yet at the same time make even Applejack believe you two are just displaying a little public affection.

Rarity slides the dress onto you, tugging at it to get the tight fit just right.

At last, you walk over to the mirror and admire yourself. As a summer dress, there aren’t any accessories to worry about. You’re now a yellow and pink pegasus with a form-fitting green silk dress.

Rarity can tell you are enjoying yourself as she slowly turns the vibrators up. Just when you realize you’re getting close to an orgasm when dinner hasn’t even started, she turns them off. You let out a frustrated whimper, but know this is just the first of many times she will tease you tonight.

You patiently wait downstairs until Rarity comes down. She is wearing a teal dress that compliments her mane, and matches well with your green dress. You follow her out of the boutique and make your way towards a romantic restaurant in town. It is called Dazzling Diamond, and is run by Diamond Tiara’s mother. During the entire walk over there, Rarity slowly raises the speed of the vibrators on you. They’re set to a meidum speed, perfect to keep you on edge.

As you arrive at the restaurant, you’re uncomfortable and fidget a little. The vibrators are tormenting you just enough to keep you feeling like an orgasm is close, but you know it’s not.

“Seating for two, please,” Rarity tells the waiter.

The stallion leads you over to a booth by a window. It looks out over Main Street. You look around and notice several familiar ponies: Lyra, Bon Bon, Vinyl, and Octavia are sharing a table and chatting about music. Cheerilee, Berry, and Rose Luck are having mixed drinks and sharing a large salad. Big Mac and Rainbow Dash are in a dark corner of the restaurant, with the pegasus looking around nervously.

You’re glad she’s finally started dating. Given her personality, you begin to wonder if she would be a bottom or a top. Perhaps she would be aroused to find herself tied down to a bed as a stallion loomed over her, teasing her.

Rarity notices you staring and turns the vibrators up for a moment to get your attention. You gasp and squeeze your thighs together, and turn to face her.

“Now, darling, it’s not polite to stare.” She smiles and passes you the menu.

“Oh, thanks.” You take the menu and look at it. The special of the day is tofu bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches. You scan the list for something more appetizing, but it’s the usual mix of food every restaurant has: fresh vegetables and fruit. Then again, there’s not much else to eat aside from bread or dairy.

After some searching you put together a few selections of cuisine that aren’t normally served at the other restaurants in Ponyville.

The waiter walks over to the table. “Welcome, ladies! Can I get you started?”

“Yes, you may,” Rarity says. She smirks at him, while turning my vibrator up. “I’ll have the BLT sandwich with a side of celery and carrots.”

You choke back a moan and place your order. “I’ll have the mozzerell—oooh!” You blush and turn your head to hide behind your mane. Rarity waited for you to speak to adjust the toys in your groin.

“What was that, ma’am?”

Without turning to face him, you repeat. “The Mozzarella Di Bufala an—aaah!” You bite your lip as the vibrator hits full speed, and you clench your thighs together. After a few seconds, she has mercy and turns them back to low. “—um. . . a Caprese salad.”

The waiter looks back and forth between the odd couple. “A Caprese salad comes with mozzarella. Did you want extra?”

“No!” you squeak and hope he leaves soon. You can feel some moisture leaking out onto the booth.

“To drink?” he asks.

You gulp in dread at having to answer again, when Rarity spares you. “Two glasses of sparkling cider.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as the waiter leaves, and Rarity shoots you a wicked grin.

“That was a close one, Flutters. You’re not getting soft on me?” Rarity asks.

“No,” you reply. “It was so—exhilarating. He was standing right there and I nearly. . .” You glance around to see if any other ponies can hear you. Since you last looked around, several other couples, and even the Cake family, have come in and sat down. The Cakes in particular are only a table away from you. “Oh dear,” you moan.

“Something the matter?” Rarity asks.

“There are fillies here tonight!” Fluttershy whispers.

Rarity grins. “You did say you wanted to come out in public with it. Perhaps you should focus on controlling those naughty urges.”

You bite your lip and rub your thighs together as she sets the vibrators to alternate. Two turn off, and the remaining one switches on in order from your ass to your clit, teasing each one at a time.

The food comes back soon, and as the waiter walks over, you realize you’ve been rubbing your plot against the booth for friction. You straighten up and hold still, smiling. No sooner does Rarity see this, she sets all the vibrators to pulse from low to high back to low every few seconds.

“One tofu BLT for you,” he states and sets down the plate.

You close your eyes and hold your breath.

“And one Caprese salad for you.”

Your frantic breathing begins to slow as Rarity eases up on you. Opening your eyes reveals the fresh mozzerella and tomato slices, served with some leafy greens and a small bowl of mixed salad.

Rarity begins to nibble at the corner of her sandwich. She stops to wipe her mouth to get rid of any excess crumbs after each dainty bite.

You use your fork to begin eating your salad as you fidget uncomfortably. The warmth in your loin seems to be spreading and growing without any additional help. You are familiar with this feeling. After being tormented and denied release long enough, your body becomes hyper-aware, and prepares to orgasm with the slightest provocation.

Rarity catches you glancing down between your legs and giggles. She knows she has you now.

You continue eating, hoping to quickly get this evening over. The fresh tomatoes and mozzarella have been drizzled with olive oil and herbs. It tastes amazing so you moan softly. You wonder how much of that was from the taste of the food and how much was from the buzzing in your loins.

Rarity can’t help but smile while finishing her sandwich. She nods towards the table the Cake family was sitting at, and the waiter that is heading back over to check on us.

The vibrators kick back to high and you whimper, knowing this is it. You tense up your legs as you try to resist the impending orgasm.

“Is everything okay?” the waiter asks.

You squirm under the table and try not to let the waiter see you scrunching up your face. You take rapid shallow breaths as you pass the point of no return. Now you just have to bite your lip and stay quiet until it was over.

“It was wonderful, thank you. What do you think, Fluttershy? Is everything okay?” Rarity asks.

A burning passion spreads through your stomach and chest, and you arch your back against the booth. A soft moan escapes through your nose as you close your eyes and hold your breath, trembling.

“Ma’am, was the food okay?” the waiter repeats.

“Yes!” you scream in an uncharacteristically loud voice. The explosion in your stomach rocks your body as you come, and you begin panting. You stifle the moans as best you can and hold your body rigid before forcing a smile and opening your eyes.

“She’s easily excited. I’ll take the check now,” Rarity says.

“Right away,” the waiter replies. He hurries off to get the check.

The vibrators slow down to a gentle hum and you survey the damage. You looked around the restaurant to find most of the ponies are whispering and pointing in your direction. The Cake twins are laughing. Mr. Cake is smiling with a knowing grin and Mrs. Cake is looking intently at her salad.

You shrink back into the booth, but hardly notice the shame. A giddy grin crosses your face, and you can still feel the glow of that wonderful orgasm in the middle of the restaurant.

“You seemed to enjoy that, darling,” Rarity states.

“Oh yes,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Rarity says. She leans forward and whispers. “Aside from the Cakes who are undoubtedly traumatized for life, I doubt anypony else noticed the cause of your little. . . outburst.”

“Oh dear.” You blush and slide further into the booth, away from the Cakes.

“Here is the check, ladies.” The waiter gives Rarity the bill, and she quickly puts the bits on the table to cover dinner.

You follow her outside, nervously hoping nopony is staring as you hide behind your mane.

Once you get outside, Rarity turns to look at you. “Now, once we get home I’ll let you try a couple of the toys on me. The catch is, you’ll have to leave those panties on low for the rest of the night while we cuddle.”

It only takes you a second to make up your mind. It’ll be worth the constant arousal and a lost night of sleep to turn the tables on Rarity, even if only for a couple hours.

“Deal.”

Author's Note

Edited by: Selbi, Abcron
Written during my one-shot week.

Finally realized I wanted 2nd person present, but was so used to writing 1st/3rd past tense, that I butchered chapter 1&2. Still, this is an exercise in writing 2nd person, and wish fulfillment, so I regret nothing, and shall continue at a future date.

Fluttershy's Box

You got home from the market and closed the door behind you. It had been a quick trip to pick up some apples, but you had kept thinking about how it had been four days since Rarity had tied you up.

Angel ran over to check on you and excitedly asked about how your day had been. “Oh, I just picked up some apples, Angel bunny. It’s really nothing to get excited about.”

He made some hand gestures and pointed back towards the kitchen. You went in and pulled down some carrots for him to eat, then noticed a large trunk sitting in your living room.

That was odd. The trunk didn’t belong to you. Had someone dropped it off for you to use, or was there someone still in the house? Few ponies walked all the way out to your cottage without a good reason.

You walked up to the trunk and opened the lid. It was spacious inside, looking big enough to easily accommodate your entire winter wardrobe. It was going to be a great way to save space and pack up your unused clothing. Perhaps it really was a gift then, and somepony had left it for you.

There was no dust in the chest, so it must have been cleaned out before the mystery pony dropped it off. You opened and closed the lid a few times, seeing that it was unlocked. Another idea ran through your mind, causing you to grin.

You rummaged through the nearby closet looking for your cotton laundry bag. After dumping a pair of gardening mitts and some socks you have not had a chance to wash, you carried it over to the trunk.

Angel watched you from the kitchen, having grown quite used to your odd little games with Rarity. He stepped out of the way as you trot past and head upstairs. You returned shortly with a box balanced on your back and set it down next to the trunk.

You’ve always wondered what it would’ve been like to be tied up inside a trunk and treated like a set of discarded toys, left in somepony’s attic. Now that you owned your very own trunk you could finally live out your fantasy.

The lid of the trunk held itself open while you set the laundry bag inside. You climbed in and sat down, and had plenty of room since you weren’t laying down to fit your whole body in it yet. You pulled out your favorite cherry red ball gag and fastened it into your mouth.

You were already drooling on the gag and suckling on it, feeling arousal slowly creep over you. Next you buckled two cuffs onto your hind legs and locked them together. You tested the strength of the cuffs and found your hind legs wouldn’t be pulled apart anytime soon.

Next was your favorite part. You quickly pulled out your favorite toy, hiding it from Angel’s view. You blushed as you slid it between your legs and against your waiting lips. The black toy slipped right in and you moaned in delight. Using your bodyweight, you pushed it in deeply and held it in place.

Next you put leather hoof bracelets on your forelegs. You unlocked a small lock and set the key aside in the chest. Once the lid was closed, you could lock your cuffs behind your back.

The last step before surrendering control to the box for an hour or two was tightening the laundry bag around you, giving your bondage a feeling of even greater helplessness. The laundry bag slid up around you, being just big enough to fit a pony.

The bag came up nearly to your chin. You pulled the strings inside against your chest and tightened the bag up around your neck. The strings were quickly tied into a small knot you could undo later. Testing the bag, you push out against it with your legs.

The bag hugged you tightly, keeping your legs and wings from spreading out more than a few inches from your body. Just beyond that, the walls of the trunk made further movement impossible.

With everything in place, you reached down and turned on the vibrator. You’ve gotten quite greedy and horny having not seen Rarity in four days, so you turn the vibrator to its highest setting.

You could already feel the orgasm you’ve needed so badly coming, and raced to finish your bondage. You struggled against the bag, and finally got your hooves behind your back, and locked the cuffs together.

As you began panting heavily, you realized you forgot to close the lid. You couldn’t reach it with any of your hooves, so you nudged it with your head to knock it off balance. You curled up inside the box just inside as the lid slammed down above you, clicking into place.

Lost in the moment, you pushed out as hard as you could against the cotton lundry bag, and felt the walls of the trunk forcing you into the fetal position. Your forelegs and wings were pinned against your back by the rear wall of the chest. Your hind legs were trapped up against your chest by the front wall.

You ground your plot against the side wall as the vibrator buzzed. The dark air was quickly growing muggy with the warmth and smells of your arousal. You craned your neck to a more comfortable position near your chest and let the dildo slide in and out slightly.

You lost control and spasmed against the rigid box as you climaxed. In the dark box you could focus only on the feelings of pleasure washing over you. The harder you pushed against the box confining you, the more intense the orgasm became. Each struggle extended the moment slightly longer, until finally it faded.

You slowed down to catch your breath, realizing the only air getting in was through the large keyhole. The ball gag was a little tight so you focused on flexing your jaw a little, and shifted your forelegs in their locked cuffs. The vibrator was beginning to hurt a little as it buzzed away on high.

You decided to go at least once more before unlocking the hoof cuffs. After finding a good position, you strained against the laundry bag and pushed the vibrating invader in as far as it could go. You held it there as you felt your entire body vibrating, the massive black toy buried deep inside you. Both of your wings were painfully erect, pushing at the laundry bag in a vain attempt to spread out.

You were so focused on the quivering wings begging for freedom and the feel of cool air, you hardly noticed the next orgasm approaching. Your body was rocked by the explosion as you went limp, finally relaxing your hold on the sex toy.

You squirmed and wiggled, enjoying every moment, until you found yourself once again at the end of a wonderful climax. The toy slid out a few inches and you were relatively comfortable, but the toy was still on high and your sore pussy was beginning to ache from overstimulation.

The key should’ve been on the bottom of the bag with you, so you began to wiggle and reach around, feeling for the metal key. After a minute you began to worry as you couldn’t feel it anywhere. Several more minutes passed by, and all of this struggling was causing another orgasm to approach.

You knew the pain would’ve been worse after this orgasm, and that the key was somewhere in the bag that has soaked through with sweat. With a grunt of surrender, you pushed against the dildo and let yourself come.

Stars appeared in your vision and you felt like passing out from the sheer exhaustion of the three orgasms in the tight, confined box. It took a minute to recover, aided by your aching marehood. Your eyes started to adjust and you caught a glint of something in the box. Straining hard, you realized it was the key to the lock and it was outside the laundry bag.

You pushed against the bag but the drawstrings have only tightened their knot. You had no way to reach the key. Sore and craving release, you decided to swallow your pride and asked Angel for help. You tried to sit up, straining against the lid to push it back open.

Much to your horror, the lid didn’t open. It was locked shut, with you inside. The only animal that might possibly have helped you—Angel—had no way of opening a locked chest, or even realizing you’re stuck. Your mouth was gagged and your moans for help couldn’t reach him.

You began hyperventilating and kicking at the trunk, realizing you’ve made another stupid mistake. Before you could wallow too much in your grief, a fourth orgasm hit. All of your muscles tightened up and you bit into the gag, holding on.

It took all your effort not to pass out. You struggled to dislodge the sex toy when the lid to the chest clicked and opened up.

You looked up and began weeping in joy.

“Oh, Fluttershy, what am I going to do with you? I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist my gift,” Rarity said, grinning.

You mumbled a few words in the gag, prompting her to unlatch it and levitate it out of the box. “Oh, thank you, Rarity! I was so worried! I should’ve never crawled into a strange box—but it was so wonderful! I—ugh. . .”

“What’s wrong, darling? You’re grimacing.”

“T-the vibrator, turn it o-off!” you muttered.

Her horn lit up and you felt a tingling between your legs as she located and turned off the vibrating toy. You sighed in relief as your aching pussy was given rest. With the lid opened, you wiggled onto your back so you could look up at Rarity.

Rarity ran a hoof along your face, wiping away the sweat and a few tears, then leaned over and kissed you. After a minute she pulled back, and you struggled to prolong the kiss. “Fluttershy, you’ll never need to be worried while I’m around. So long as it’s my mysterious chests you’re locking yourself inside, at least.”

You smiled and blushed slightly, enjoying the warmth of your cocoon.

“Well, let’s get you out of there, darling.”

“No,” you blurted out. “I mean, I’ve been naughty and it’s late and, um—can I sleep in here tonight, like this?”

Rarity chuckled and ran a hoof through your sweat-soaked mane. “I’d do anything for you. I’ll even forget about you repaying my generosity with that nimble tongue of yours until morning.”

You smiled and turned to lay back on your side. With the ball gag removed and the vibrator turned off, your small cocoon became serene and peaceful. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Rarity said. “Sleep tight, darling.” She closed the lid and you found yourself back in the dark trunk. Sighing and full of content, you quickly found the best position and fell asleep.

Author's Note

"On Hiatus" isn't a dirty word. I still get clop ideas from time to time, through the magic of friendship.

(p.s. what's this? A chapter without more tense shifts then instances of the word pussy?! Madness!)