Wrangling A Rainbow

God, her head hurt! No sooner had the world slipped back into existence that Rainbow's head was throbbing with a searing pain. She had taken quite a whack to the back of the head! The last thing she remembered was helping Applejack move a few barrels into the barn, and then a sudden blackout!

Heavy eyelids would attempt to slide open, the bright, flickering lantern above her causing them to snap shut once again. Slowly but surely, feeling would drain back into the incapacitated mare. Hooves would try to tug at her mane, only to find them held back by mysterious bindings. All four legs seemed to be useless. Even her wings had been caught, the feathery tips tied in tight rope bindings and held back.

Gravity seemed to be an issue as well, pulling on her more than usual. A little writhe of her form would reveal that Rainbow was suspended in air, her hooves keeping her up by the ropes attached to holdings in the ceiling. Lips seemed unable to move, her jaw locked around a smooth object stuffed into her mouth. Tongue would wash over the slightly sweet surface. It was an apple, crudely duct taped into her maw.

Rainbow would sniff the air, unsure of where she was being kept. There was no indication of wind or breeze, and her faint little moans barely seemed to echo. Nose would pick up a dampish smell, almost as if she were being kept underground. The scent of fresh hay and crafted oak wood, with the hint of sweet cider. But it couldn't be.

Ears would pick up the noise of cellar doors opening above her, hooves striking against wooden steps. Even through the pain, those eyes would force themselves open. Dash would observe the intricate rope and pulley system above her, keeping the mare bound and suspended off the floor. A scan of the room showed the bottles of labelled cider, jars of jam and preservatives, bales of hay and wooden crates and barrels stacked sporadically around the small storage bunker.

"Aw shucks, how long have ya'll been awake?"

That southern drawl was more than familiar to the bound Rainbow Dash. Sore eyes would take to the stairs on the far side of the room. A sun-rimmed shadow sat on the floor below the staircase, soon disappearing into the rest of the darkness as those heavy wooden cellar doors closed. Heavy clops of hooves against wooden planks would echo in the small space. A blurry figure would come into view. Hind and forelegs coated in a thick, shimmering black leather. Leading up to those sides sat a black saddle and corset combo, tied around the midsection. Finally, that neck was finished with a thick, black collar, made of the same leather as the rest of the outfit. Hoof would flick that familiar hat off to the side, Rainbow's eyes watching it neatly land atop those crates before they would return to the imposing figure.

This was the Sweet Apple Acres apple cellar. And that was Applejack.

"Sorry I took so long, RD," tittered the leather-clad mare as she trotted closer, tone matching her everyday drawl, "Was plum tuckered out from apple buckin', had to get myself a drink and somethin' to eat!"

As she got closer, Rainbow Dash picked up that scent. The heady sweat of the hard working farm girl was thick in the air now, overpowering the subtle undertones of apple and the earthy oaken scent that was there before. Now it was just feminine and spicy and oh so dazzling.

Rainbow's thighs tried to press together, held back by the brace of those ropes.

"No time for a shower, I'm afraid. Not that troubles ya none, right Dash?"

Celestia, was it noticeable! As that orange hoof reached over, teasing a slow circle over Dash's belly, the mare couldn't help but pick up the heady flavour of sweat and marehood in the air. Applejack didn't have that nasty reek of a stallion, but the spicy twinge of a hot and bothered mare. Dash gave a subtle shiver, allowing the ropes that held her to moan under the pressure.

"I've had my eye on you, Dash. And now it turns out you’re a flank nuzzler, it means I get to enjoy every inch of the best flyer out of Cloudsdale!"

That was it! No one controls the future Wonderbolt Captain. Not even her best friend! Dash's body got prepared to fight, intent on tearing the olden fibres of the Apple's rope. That was, until Applejack ducked beneath her and began to play with her wings.

Immediately, the fight drained from Dash's body, hooves knowing exactly where to press and what to do. It was infuriating, but it felt oh so good! Feathers frilled up to the attention, Dash beginning to drool around that apple.

"You ain't the first pegasus I've had down here, Dash! I know mah stuff," gloated Applejack, working those smooth wings in little circles, teasing at the strong, adjoining muscles.

The farm-mare slowly rose up over Dash's shoulder, resting her head against her friends. A soft, low, dominating lick slurped possessively up the blue cheek, "Mmmm mine. All mine! I'm gunna have fun tying you over a barrel, Dash!"

Those surprisingly skilled orange hooves wrapped around the anxious pegasus' form, trailing their way over her belly.

"But first," divulged Applejack, watching Dash as her hooves sank dangerously close to her spread thighs, "Let's hear you squeal!"

"N-no!" cried Dash, rocketing forward from her pillow in shock.

The pegasus was clearly disturbed by the rather kinky dream her mind had taken her on. Eyes would turn to the snoozing Rarity beside her, dainty mare whispering softly in her sleep, "Look at her fly...go Dashy..."

A warm smile came to her face, moving to stroke a hoof through her lover's mane. Then she felt a heat between her thighs, a dampness. Head slipped under the covers before returning with a frown on her face.

"God damnit, Applejack..."

With a pillow stuffed between her hind legs, Rainbow turned to her side, ready to fall asleep once again. All the while, Rarity was still sleep talking beside her.

"Rainbow...best flyer...Nox Primus..."