Cutie Mark Crusader... non-escape artists?

Chapters

Chapter 01
Chapter 02
Chapter 03
Chapter 04
Chapter 05
Chapter 06
Chapter 07
Chapter 08
Chapter 09
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Foreword

Chapter 01

“Wow, Spike, how t' hay did you know how t' do this?” The young adult dragon finished up with a knot, then let his gaze trail up the teenage mare's legs and body, finally meeting her eyes. “Ah mean, you weren't in t' coltscouts like all the others. So, ya know...”

“Heh... pretty easy, Applebloom. When you three came over to ask about this, I knew just the book. It has all kinds of techniques...”

“But where did you get the rope, chains, and this thing from?” Spike turned to the side, where the other two were sat waiting. All three of them were wearing what could best be describe as magicians assistant outfits(1), and the young dragon had a hard time keeping his eyes to himself. “Spike, are you even listening to me? Uh, this feels so weird... I wish I could stand up.” Like her friends, Sweetie Belle couldn't move, due to the fact she was in a straight jacket, with medical style cuffs around her ankles.

“Chill, Sweets. Spike'll have us ready in a moment, and we'll bust out of this stuff pretty quick.” Scootaloo tried to flex her wings, but the rattling of some chains stopped her. “That's if this doesn't drive me crazy first!” Wrapped around her ample breasts in cross shape, and then to her waist and around her wrists behind her back, was a single long chain, padlocked right on her cleavage. There were a further three chains around her thighs, knees, and ankles. “Heh, we'll be the best at this, and everypony would love to come see us!”

“It still don't explain where he got all this stuff. Spike, ya didn't steal it, did ya?”

“No... I just borrowed it for a bit. Nopony asked why, which is good. Now hold still whilst I check these knots. The book said if they're not secure enough, they could slip and result in injury, or worse.” He started with the rope around Applebloom's ankles, then knees and thighs. He pushed her forward and checked her wrists were secure, then the ones pinning her upper arms to her side and over and under her breasts. He gave a nod and lay her down on the floor of the barn, doing the same to the others. They felt more bits attached to the restraints around their ankles, and then Spike got up and walked over to a winch. “Are you sure you want to do it like this? I mean, why not practice on the floor first?”

“Spike, just do it.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he carried out Sweetie Belle's orders, turning the winch, which was attached to a manual crane in the roof of the barn, and he had earlier attached a bar to the main hook block. It was steadily rising, and then met some resistance as it took the filly's weight.

“Last chance...” The looks he received told him to continue, and a few moments later the trio were suspended upside down by their legs. Spike gave one more turn, ensuring that the pawl kicked in. He looked up to see them writhing around a little, before they looked 'up' at him and nodded. He then set about putting some hay bales under them, just in case something was going to break. “Okay, I'll be back in about an hour, so just... hang around, I guess.”

“Oh, ha ha, dragon boy!” He ignored the taunt from the farm mare, and walked out of the door. As soon as it clicked shut, they began to try and get free. After five minutes of struggling, they realised that when he had told them it was all a trick, he was telling the truth. A gust of strong wind blew in from the upper floor window, setting the trio swinging like clock pendulums. “Aww... fuck. What was the book called?”

The three of them looked to the floor, and tried to focus on the object, but their swinging motion made it hard, until Scootaloo managed to make out the title. "Bondage... for... the... intermediate. Well... shit."

The library door opened, causing Spike to slip from he place on the ladder. Once the room had stopped spinning, he looked up to find his adoptive big sister glaring down at him a her hands on her hips. “And what do you think you are doing in here?”

“Um... I was just... dusting the top shelves?” She didn't buy it, and used her magic to right him and plonk him on the couch. She sat down opposite him and just stared into his eyes whilst her coltfriend's presence made the air grow thick. “Okay, Twilight! I used it to help the Crusaders get their cutie marks!”

“Used... what?”

“The book you took out from the library's last delivery.”

“Last delivery... Spike, what are they doing?”

“Attempting to be escape artists. Why?”

“Do you even know what that books is? It was meant for m... nopony else to see it! If you followed it, then they won't get free! Where are they?”

“Sweet Apple Acres, in the barn.” There was a blur as Big Mac charged out of the door and towards his home. Spike turned fearfully to the mare now on her feet, whose horn was glowing. Before he could say or do anything, there was a flash of light, and they found themselves outside said barn. They stopped near the door as a voice drifted through the upper window.

“Well, it looks like we ain't Cutie Mark Crusader Escape Artists...”

“So... how are we going to get down from here?”

“...oops. Sweetie Belle, why ain't ya using magic t' help us?”

“I don't... think I can't concentrate hard enough. The, um... strap is... distracting.”

“Are ya... enjoin' this?”

“M-m-m-maybe.”

“Oh come on! I am getting out of this, one way or another!” Spike and Twilight opened the door to find Scootaloo struggling as hard as possible and attempting to get free so she could start a tussle with Applebloom, whilst Sweetie Belle just remained swinging. Quickly moving the bales out of the way, Spike shot over and removed the pawl, turning the winch slowly until they were laying on the ground.

Scootaloo attempted to roll on to Applebloom, but Twilight was already pulling her away with some keys she found on the floor in her hands. Spike got a pair of scissors from the work bench and began to cut Applebloom loose, hearing a sigh from her as her breasts were finally allowed freedom. The last rope to be cut was around her wrists, and she rubbed them once they were in front of her. She stood up at the same time as the now free Scootaloo, but any possible fight was stopped as her brother entered. With a single nod of his head, he sent the young mare to the house, then set about clearing the barn.

Spike had removed the restraints from Sweetie Belle's ankles, but she stood up and backed away when he tried to unbuckle the straight jacket. She kept moving away from him, further into the darkened areas of the barn. Upon coming around the corner, he found that she had stopped and was now on her knees, facing him, her head to the floor but her eyes looking up at him.

He took a few cautious steps forward, but stopped when her horn glowed green. It was easy to say he was relieved when the door he had just walked through slid shut quietly, and he made his way over to release Sweetie Belle. Instead she just turned on her knees, keeping him to her front. “Sweetie Belle, what are you doin...”

His words trailed off as she leant forward and gripped his pants zip with her teeth, pulling it down. Spike's rapidly growing erection pushed against his boxers, and she returned to his waistline, attempting to undo the button. Seeing her have difficulty, he did it instead, letting her slide his jeans down his legs with her mouth.

At two thirds full mast, Sweetie Belle looked up and licked her lips, covering the tent pole like bulge with her mouth and giving a small bite, causing Spike to groan with pleasure. After giving him another one, she took the hem of his boxers in her teeth and pulled them down to her knees. She turned back just in time to see some pre cum leak out, and darted in to lick it up.

This caused a small spurt from the dragon, which dripped down her muzzle, but she just giggled as it's warmth rolled over her cheeks. She then pitched her head forward, taking the tip of Spike's cock in her mouth and licking across the head. Unlike colts and stallions, his was rounded and not flared, making it much easier for the white unicorn to take.

She began to bob back and forth, taking small nips here and there, and making sure to slide her tongue around as she drew back. She, having practised enough times with the dragon now too breathless to say anything, slid her lips right down to his base, nipping slightly and not relenting.

She began to move forward, pushing him towards a small hay bale, and then released him as he fell to his butt, now in a seated position, She didn't give him time to recover and dove straight back in, closing her eyes and feeling his claws come up and run through her mane.

One then drifted lower, giving a yank on her tail which caused her to give him a harder warning bite. His hand then drifted to the strap that ran through her crotch, slipping underneath it. “What the... Sweetie Belle... you can't be this wet so soon.” Her response was a muffled groan, so he began to rub the outside of her leotard, her head moving faster the wetter his hand got. He could feel himself almost ready to burst, and knew it wouldn't be long now.

“'e used all mah good rope, Twi.” The mare had just set the collection of chains in a crate, and turned to look at Mac with her hands on her hips. Scootaloo had disappeared a few moments ago, saying she was heading home for the night.

“Well, if you hadn't put the order for that book in with my library one, he wouldn't know anything about it! So, it's your own fault.” Turning back around, she prepared to place the lid on the crate, but dropped it when she felt a powerful hand slap her flank. She tried to spin around but couldn't as Mac had pushed her against the bench. “What are you doing? It's my turn next!”

“Well Ah was thinkin' that Ah'd...” He was interrupted by a shout from around the side of the barn.

“Ah, Sweetie Belle, I gonna...” It was followed by a loud groan, and they both shot over to the dry storage room, Mac barging the door down. The action caused Sweetie Belle to pull back and Spike to jump, which caused his body to react. Warm, white, sticky fluid burst forth, covering the mare on her knees from mane to tail, and them some. The two older ponies closed the door, and the unicorn began to lick the dragon's seed from her face as best as possible.

She quickly ducked forward and took Spike in her mouth once more, bobbing up and down. He wasn't finished yet, and after a good minute pulsed more, coating the back of her throat with his cum. He groaned a little a she pulled back, slurping up all she could. The door opened a little and some towels were thrown in, followed by a mare's voice. “Spike? I'm... um... going to head back to the library now. Make sure Sweetie Belle gets home, and I'll see you there, okay?”

“Sure thing, Twi.” He sat up, and went to wipe his fillyfriend down, but she pulled away again. He gave a shrug and wiped the last drips from himself then pulled his boxers and pants back up. He tried to wipe Sweetie Belle down again, but she would only let him do her face and mane. “Any particular reason you want to stay like that?” She shook her head, getting to her feet and waited by the door.

Spike walked over and cracked it open, and upon seeing the coast was clear, they both walked out. Sweetie Belle went towards the main doors, but the dragon pulled her to the side. Her picked up his long coat and draped it over the filly, and then opened the main door. Together the walked through the fading sunlight towards the town, where ponies were just closing up.

Spike had to stifle his giggles as he watched Sweetie Belle's ears flop, a sign that she was getting highly aroused, restrained like she was amongst the crowd. Grinning mischievously to himself, Spike caught up to her and put his claw around the small of her back, rubbing across it. He stopped where he thought the strap would be and found it, giving a little tug.

Sweetie Belle let out a loud moan of pleasure, causing everypony to look at her. The red faced mare then sped up, striding towards Carousel Boutique, Spike following with a large grin on his face. They managed to make it inside and to the base of the stairs before another voice made itself known. “Sweetie Belle, Dear, is that you? I have something to show you that I think you'll like.”

Her older sister came around the corner, stopping with surprise as she saw the young dragon with her, then quickly retreated.. With a quick nod of her head, Sweetie Belle told Spike to head on up, waiting until he was out of ear shot. “It's okay Rarity, he's not looking any more.”

The other unicorn mare returned, causing Sweetie Belle to raise an eyebrow. “Sis, what are you wearing?”

“My new underwear range(2), of course. What do you thin... Sweetie Belle, why are you wearing such a thick coat in summer? Here, let me get that for you.”

“Hmm? No, wait!” It was too late, the coat had been levitated away, and then dropped to the floor, revealing the mess that was a straight jacket underneath. The younger unicorn's cheeks were bright red as she stared at her sister. “I-i-i-i-i can e-e-e-explain, honest!”

“I'm sure you can, now get out of my way... I have a dragon to slay!”

Author's Note

(1) This is the picture that inspired this whole story. I think by now you all know where my interests lie... and if you don't, you certainly do now!

(2) 'nuff said.

Audio reading can be found here.

Chapter 02

After running to Rarity's spare room, still bound in the straight jacket, Sweetie Belle slammed the door shut. The sound of the lock clicking into place caused her to look down, where Spike's claw rested on the handle. She looked up with a timid smile to his face, and he was just grinning back at her. “You know... the place where I got that... they let me borrow some other things as well.”

“Really? What kind of things?” Spike brushed his claws across her stomach and back. The one behind started to massage her flanks, whilst the one in front reached a pocket on the coat held in a green aura. Sweetie Belle watched on as he pulled the ankle cuffs out, and nodded eagerly. He knelt down, rubbing her legs as he went, then secured the cuffs, making sure they were buckled tightly.

Putting his claw back into the pocket, he withdrew a larger set, buckling them above her knees. Spike stood and stepped back to admire his work, watching Sweetie Belle squirm. Turning the jacket over so he could get to the other pocket, he held up a plastic wrapped object. “Spike... what's that?”

“It came with the jacket and cuffs. When we were walking back, you were pretty audible, and this will... well, it'll stop... that.”

“Are you... going to gag me?”

“Well... I was thinking about... doi...”

“Okay.” He whipped his head up and stared at her, eyes wide which surprise, causing Sweetie Belle to roll hers. “I said okay, Spike. Now don't make me wait!” Undoing the package, he paused to read the instruction leaflet. The book had pictures of mares and stallions wearing them, but not how to put them on.

After a few moments he approached Sweetie Belle, holding the ball up to her mouth. She opened up and allowed it entry, feeling the straps pulled around the back of her head. Spike did the buckle up and returned to her front. “Is that too tight?” Rolling the ball round in her mouth, she managed to spit it out.

“I think the idea is that I can't do that, Spike. Pull it as tight as possible.” Grinning at his fillyfirend’s new kinkiness, he did as asked, buckling the strap to the tightest hole. Looking at her from front on, it had the effects of puffing out her cheeks, but he wasn't finished as there were more straps to secure. The easiest one ran under her muzzle, but then came the one on top.

It went from either side of her muzzle to a single strap, then back to two to buckle behind her head. Pulling it upwards revealed a hole in the single strap, and another glance showed this was for slipping over a horn, so he did just that. Even with the last holes buckled, the head strap was a little loose, so he returned to the front of it and saw the two going above the muzzle could be adjusted, so he did just that.

Then end result was the straps pushing into her puffed out cheeks, giving her a funny look. After taking a look and comparing it to the final stage in the leaflet, he gave her a nod, and Sweetie Belle tried to remove the gag once more, to no avail. She looked over and spoke, albeit like she was talking into a pillow. “Ipphh thinpphh itpphh worpphhinpphh.” He started to laugh at her, causing her to let out an annoyed groan.

Spike sauntered over to the bed and sat on the edge, then tapped the space next to him. “Come over here... if you can.” Closing her eyes in concentration, her horn began to glow green. But the only result was a few sparks, causing the dragon to look at the instructions once more. “Head and muzzle harness ball gag... complete with magic blocking inscribed head strap? Heh, guess you'll have to get over here another way.”

Giving another annoyed grunt, she tried to walk forward, but then remembered about the cuffs on her ankles and knees. With one final huff, she jumped forward, teetering in place as she tried to regain her balance, to which the four inch stiletto heels she was wearing did not help. She moaned when she stood back up straight, as the strap between her legs was rubbing against her moistened nethers, sending pleasure throughout her nerves. A few more hops and there was a knock on the door. “Sweetie Belle? Is everything okay in there?” The door rattled a little, the young mare watching with horror as she expected it to open. “Why is this door locked?”

“Itppphhh Rarppphh!” Standing from the bed, Spike walked over and put the chain on, unlocking the door and cracking it open enough to see the now fully clothed Rarity standing outside. Thankfully for him, it block most of his body, so all she could see was his face, and arm, and part of his torso.

“Spike, where is my sister?”

“Um... she a little... tied up at the moment.”

“I.. see. Well, when you two are done... eh, experimenting, I think we need to talk. I'll be in the workshop when you are ready. Oh, and Spike? Make sure you are both clean and presentable first, hmm? That's a good gentledrake.” Waiting until she started down the stairs, Spike closed the door and looked at Sweetie Belle, who was in the same place as when Rarity knocked on the door.

“I didn't say you could stop; over to the bed!” Giving another groan, she restarted her bunny hops, but went too far and toppled onto the bed. She rolled over to find Spike had disappeared, but he returned a few moments later with a bundle in his arms. “Rarity said this stuff is strong, so it should serve our purpose.”

“Whapphhh purppphh?” He didn't reply, rolling her back onto her front. She felt something slipped under each shoulder, and could hear the bed springs creaking as Spike stood up and did something. Whatever was around her shoulders pulled tight, and her upper body started to lift into the air, her feet slipping towards the foot of the bed, giving out pleasured moans as the strap kept shifting across her warm and mosit cunny. She kept moving until she no longer felt anything underneath her, being spun round to face her room, and she looked up to see a length of thick fabric under each arm holding her up.

Spike had just finished tying them off to a post at the side when he met her gaze. “Spipph, whpphh goipphh opphh?” Drool had pooled into her mouth, and now it began to drip out and down her muzzle. He didn't reply, instead releasing the cuffs around her ankles from each other. They remained on her, but not keeping her legs together. He did the same to the one on her knees, then grabbed two more lengths of fabric.

He fed one bit through the eyelet on the cuff on her left ankle, tying it off, then wrapping the free end around the bed post on the same side, glad that Rarity had allowed her a four poster with bar supports across the top. The free end was then pulled over and fed through the eyelet on her thigh cuff.

He did the same to her right, then stood on the bed behind her. “Are you ready?” Receiving a nod, he began to pull back, resulting in her legs spreading wide. The fabric length easily reached the top of the bed, so he tied them off on the bar at the top. Returning to stand in front of Sweetie Belle, Spike noticed the drool now coating the straight jacket over her breasts, still dripping from her muzzle. He gave her a nod and watch her struggle a little, but all she did was bounce around a little, suspended a good three feet in the air.

He undid the strap rolling through her crotch, hearing a muffled sigh of relief. She then saw him back away and pick up her craft scissors, looking at her crotch. With nothing but muffled noises to make, she couldn't tell Spike to stop. And then there was the fact that she didn't want to either. He pulled the front of her leotard out, cutting a slit through the middle, and then doing the same to her pantyhose underneath.

By doing so, it left her mare hood exposed to the air, and the smell of her sex hit Spike's nose like a tornado. He stepped closer, kneeling down to the floor, his face to her glistening wet folds. He could feel her drool hitting his shoulder as she tried to watch, but he didn't care. He dove forward and stuck his tongue straight in, causing Sweetie Belle to scream with pleasure.

Coupled with her arousal that had been building through the day since the straight jacket had been buckled in place, this new action pushed her over the edge, her lower lips clamping down on the dragon's forked tongue as her body released her fluids down his front like a shower, her screams of pleasure loud enough to be surely heard in Canterlot.

Scootaloo, as she said, had gone home. Her drunken father was nowhere to be seen, probably snoring his flank off in an alley behind some dive bar somewhere, whilst her mother was busy cleaning the house. “Oh hello dear, dinner is on the tab... oh, Scootaloo, I wasn't expecting you home so early. Dinner's ready if you would like some.”

“How do you do it, mom?”

“Do what, dear?”

“Live with... this,” the young mare replied, sweeping her arm around the room. The place was practically spotless, every surface covered with a shine. But it was all a front. Come morning, or whenever her father appeared, it would be turned upside down again. He had never turned his drunkenness on Scootaloo, but her mother... “Mom, we need to leave. It can't be healthy for you, living like this.”

“I'm fine, dear. Now eat up.”

“You're not fine mom! I saw the bruises on your arm this morning! All he ever does is drink, and all the bits you make... he just takes them for more booze! Why do we need to live here with that?”

“BECAUSE HE IS YOU FATHER! AND YOU WILL ACCEPT THAT!”

“Well... HE'S NOT MY REAL FATHER! AND YOU WOULDN'T BE MARRIED TO HIM IF YOU'D JUST LEARNT TO KEEP YOUR LEGS CLOSED! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO MY REAL FATHER IS, BUT I'M GOING TO FIND HIM, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!” Scootaloo jumped up from the table and ran to her room, slamming the door shut. Couldn't keep her legs closed... do I get it from her? Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she got off of her bed and stripped off, walking into her en suite shower. It was a good thing her mom had a high paying job, or they'd be living on the streets thanks to her stepfather.

Rubbing herself down with a towel afterwards, she smiled as she looked forward to the evening. A glance over the her bag revealed the tip of the book Spike had brought along, neither Twilight or Big Mac asking about it. Sweetie Belle wasn't the only one who was enjoying some of the sensations... but Scootaloo wished she had opted for the straight jacket or ropes, the chains felt weird. With a shrug of her shoulders, she opened her closet up, pulling the false back out out, revealing her clothing for the night.

After a few minutes of deliberation, she made her choice, setting it out on the bed. The first garment was selected, but a corset is hard to put on when it was only her, but she had learnt how to do it without help pretty quickly. She gazed at herself in the mirror, the black garment a stark contrast against her orange coat. She bit her lower lip as she pulled on a pair of black sheer stockings, using the suspenders on the corset to keep them up. (1)

She opened the drawer containing her panties, selecting a set of lace see through ones. Ignoring a bra, that was her underwear set. She picked up the black short skirt and slipped it on, the hem a couple of inches below the tops of her stockings. Next came her top, a low cut white t-shirt that showed off her cleavage to all that looked.

A final look in the mirror showed that her ensemble was complete, she went about the next step. She didn't really like makeup, but eyeliner and mascara... well, they made ponies focus on her eyes, and she had been told plenty of times that they were beautiful. Once she was finished, a glance in the mirror showed her eyelashes now longer, eyes framed by a black line.

She was almost ready, there was just one part left. She looked at the boots that she had worn during the day, but chose not to wear them. She remembered the high heels that her friends were wearing, and smiled as she bent down to the floor or her closet. When she came away, in her hands were knee high boots, with six inch heels.

She sat on the edge of her bed and slipped them on, doing the laces up. She wobbled a little as she stood, but soon regained her balance. The mare that looked back oozed confidence, but she still had to deal with her mane. A quick brush and it was no longer it's usual style, the majority of it behind her head, and a few strands down either side of her face. “Scoots, you are going to knock them dead tonight!”

She slung her bag over her shoulders and began to walk out, wobbling here and there, but soon finding the right balance. She had been wearing those boots in her room whenever she could, so she was sort of used to them. She muttered a goodbye to her mother as she left the house, walking confidently down the street as some of the other older ponies pulled their foals along, breaking their gazes from her.

After twenty minutes of walking through town, she arrived at building with no lights on. She went round the back and banged on the black door, a little eye way opening. “Password.”

“Come on dude, I never remember them.”

“No password, no entry.”

“Fine... guess you don't want the star of the show tonight, huh?” The door suddenly swung open, a stallion standing there was an apologetic grin on his face.

“Sorry, Miss Scootaloo, I didn't know it was you. Please, come in.” She walked past and flicked her tail up at his muzzle, smiling as he closed the door automatically and watched her walk down the corridor. She turned a corner and entered the third door on the left, a room nearly covered in darkness.

“Hey guys, miss me?”

“You could say that.”

“Sure did. We... uh, got another one who wanted to join us.”

“Well, who?”

“He's next door. Hold on, we'll get him.” The two males got up and walked into the light, revealing the two young stallions that were Snips and Snails. They came back after a few moments later with another one, revealed to be Pipsqueak. “So... you still game?” Scootaloo gave the newcumer a good look over, staring at the bulge in his pants, then gave a shrug.

“Sure, why not? But on my terms as usual. We're going to try something different.” After they agreed, the four sat at a table, Snips and Snails to her left and right, Pipsqueak opposite her. “Here's the deal, Pip. This is just sex, no strings attached. You still interested?”

“Uh... sure.”

“Good, now, my terms.” She slammed the book on the table and opened it to a pre marked page. “That is how I want you to do me tonight.”

“Uh... Scoots?” She turned to the unicorn on her right, silently marvelling at how a inept gangly colt could go to being one of Ponyville's premier magicians with a build to rival even Big Mac's. He still would never be that strong, and Scootaloo bit her lip as she imagined the farm stallion having her way with him. “How are we supposed to do that? I mean, yeah, we've used ropes in our acts, but that looks complicated.”

Snapped out of her daydream, she flipped back a few pages, where there was a description of the position, and then techniques on how to do it. “That's how. Now, go get some rope whilst I have a... interview with the new pony.” Snips and Snails nodded, tearing out of the door and towards the storage room in the cellar, leaving Scootaloo and Pipsqueak alone.

“So... what do you want to know?”

“Know? Oh, you misunderstand me. Stand up.” Blinking with confusion, he did as asked, standing still as the mare walked around him. He gave a small cry of surprise as she pushed him onto the table, then gripped the edge as she gripped him between the legs. “Now then... feels good. Time to take a look.” Pip closed his eyes as his pants were taken down to his ankles, his boxers to his knees. “You know.... some mares use lipstick, so that when the stallion's partners sees it, they know he cheated. What's Silver Spoon going to say?”

“Nothing... w-w-we broke up last year.”

“Did you now? And I assume that's how long it's been since you were with a mare, huh?”

“Y-y-y-eah.”

“Don't be nervous, just relax and everything will be fine.” His grip on the table tightened as he felt his cock's tip kissed by her lips, and she trailed them down his length to his base, rolling her tongue across it as she drew back. “I don't wear lipstick, and as you haven't blown your load yet after so long, you're either damn good in bed of have a lot of restraint. Hmm... you're not as big as other stallions... but if you kept Silver Spoon happy, you must be pretty good. Time to find out.”

Pipsqueak's head hit the table with a thud as he felt his cock wrapped by her lips, the mare's tongue playing with his tip. Why can't all interviews be like this? That was his last coherent thought as he felt Scootaloo push further down his shaft.

Author's Note

Okay, so not much in this chapter... but after getting to over 3000 words and more to write, I thought I'd split it down to two. So here's a little bit of fluff to keep you eager.

(1) This was the closest I could find. You'll just have to imagine her as anthro, with the suspenders on the corset instead. And trust me, I spend a good hour trying to find the best picture I could.

Anyway, look for more later! We'll get to whatever Applebloom is up to, and probably back to Spike and Sweetie Belle as well.

(Yes, we have Slutaloo in this story. Also, do you want her real father to show up or not?)

Audio reading can be found here.

Chapter 03

Applebloom paced around the barn, going through the positions of the rope in her head. It didn't matter how tight the knots were, there must be a way out of them. Which is why when her coltfriend turned up, she immediately roped him into helping. And that is to be taken literally. “Applebloom? I understand that you want to see this from the otherside of the ropes, and I'm sorta okay with that... but do I really have to wear this?”

She stopped staring at the crane, one hand on a hip and the other scratching her chin. She turned to her captive with a raised eyebrow. “Rumble, Ah gotta know if it's possible, which means rep-lic-atin' the whole thing. If Ah had time, Ah'd go get Scoots and Sweets as well, but Ah don't! Now quit yer yammering!”

The colt looked to the floor at his side, not wanting to look at himself. After Applebloom had explained what went on during the day and what she wanted to do, he agreed to help. He didn't realise that he was agreeing to be her 'test subject', and was soon in the barn with his hands tied behind his back.

He also wasn't expecting to be stripped and then redressed in Applebloom's 'magician's assistant' outfit, complete with heels. That was the confusing part, as her feet were smaller than his, and when asked she replied she borrowed a pair of her sister's. So there he was, ropes around his legs, wrists, and chest, dressed in a sexy mare's outfit. If this ever got out to the others... he'd probably die from the shame. “Right then... Ah think it's time we got to t' final test, don't you, Rumble?”

“Not really, no.” There wasn't much he could do to argue, so he just sighed as another length of rope was attached to the one binding his ankles, and then to the main hook. She walked over and began to winch him up, but not as high as they were. Applebloom walked around him a few times, studying the positions of his limbs and thinking back to how it felt to her.

“Okay, try t' get free now.” Rumble started by trying to move his arms, but they were pinned to his side. Next came his wrists, but he got nothing there. Moving his legs resulted him in swaying like the trio were earlier in the day, and he just went back and forth past Applebloom with an unamused look on his face.

“Yeah, I'm not getting out of this. I don't know why you thought you could, but it isn't possible. Now let me out.” The mare stepped away from the winch, tapping her muzzle as he continued to swing back and forth, staring at his crotch. “Applebloom, come on!”

She bent down and wrapped her hands around his muzzle, stopping the swinging motion and preventing him from further speaking. “Hmm... nah, not yet. Why don't you jus'... hang about fer a bit, and Ah'll be back soon.” Ah can't believe Ah jus' used Spike's lame joke! With a kiss to the tip of his muzzle, she turned and walked out of the barn, turning the magic powered lights off and leaving Rumble in total darkness.

He then began struggling in earnest, trying to break free, but it seemed Applebloom was as good with knots as Spike was. Stopping his attempts, he tried to think about what Applebloom was doing, probably laughing to herself about what she had done. He imagined her up there instead of him, smiling at the image.

Of course, his body reacted as well, and he felt his wings press against the ropes around his chest, and the pantyhose get tighter in the front. The door cracked open and his marefriend re-entered, having gotten changed, and carrying a candle. There was a shine on her legs, and she had her own heels on. Everything else was covered by a thigh length coat.

After setting the candle down on the side, she slipped her coat off and revealed stockings and suspenders... and nothing else, and then stepped in front of him, running her hands along the inside of his thighs. The sight caused the growing in Rumble's crotch to increasing in speed, really going tight against the nylon fabric. “Now there's a colt that can follow instruction. Ah like that. Now then, what do ya say to a little fun?”

He just stared straight forward, eyes locked on to the small patch of red hair between her legs. He then felt his muzzle pulled 'down', seeing Applebloom's eyes watching him from above her breasts, but he still didn't meet her gaze. “Rumble, Ah asked you a question, an' Ah expect and answer. Do you want some fun?”

“Uh... huh.”

“Good. Oh, an' one more thing. Ya may not want to wear pink underwear any more, Ah can see yer getting' excited by t' wet patch.” He knew what she was talking about, having felt it a few moments ago. “Now then, Ah think that 'cos you were trying to break free when Ah was tying ya up... yeah, time to pay up!”

Rumble didn't have a chance to reply as she stepped back, turning and bending at the hips to pick up a hay bale. Of course, it was right in front of him so he was given a full view every time her tail swished out of the way. She returned and put it down in front of him, making sure it was the right height, then lay back on it and spread her legs.

She shuffled down so that his muzzle was just in reach, his eyes focussed on her glistening entrance. He briefly wondered what she had been doing to get in such a state, but then another realisation hit him. Out of the three friends, Applebloom was the only one who still remained a virgin. Scootaloo was well known throughout the young stallions in town for being an easy lay, Spike and Sweetie Belle's relationship was no secret, and the way she blushed when asked answered all question they had, as she wasn't good at keeping things hidden.

And all he had done with Applebloom was some heavy, outside of the panties petting. Sure, one night after sneaking some cider from the Apple's fridge she gave him a blowjob, but she didn't remember it the next day. Now she was offering herself up like a sacrifice to the dragons in the ancient times. Only this wasn't to placate a tentative peace treaty.

He caught her scent and felt his wings attempting to spread even wider, his cock straining to break free form it's restriction. Applebloom shifted closer, bringer her moistened slit within reach. This was a first for him, so was unsure how to start. He decided to place a kiss on it first, watching her legs squirm a little. Liking the reaction, he gave her lips a small lick, causing her to moan out loud. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“NO, NOW GET YER TONGUE THE FUCK BACK IN THERE!!” Spurred on by her... encouragement, Rumble buried his muzzle into her crotch, slipping his tongue past her tight lips. Applebloom's legs wrapped around his head, holding him in position as she moaned even more. He traced his tongue around the edges of her folds, feeling the shudders of pleasure from her body through her legs.

Applebloom, right then, was having a hard time. Never before had she received such pleasure, and here she was breathing as if she had just run three marathons and then entered a wrestling match with three minotaurs, a few griffons, and her brother. Sweat dripped down her face, her breaths coming out in a mist as the night air cooled everything down. The tongue swirling around made her body tingle, every breath out punctuated with a heavy moan. She could feel... something building like pressure against a dam, and she did her best to ignore it.

But then Rumble tried something new, biting down gently and then sucking on her clit, making her back arch on the bale as her whole body shook, screaming out to the world. “OH CELSTIA, LUNA AN' ANYPONY ELSE!!,” but still he didn't give up. Once she had regained control, all that moved was her chest, rising up and down rapidly.

She looked down with half lidded eyes, seeing Rumble curl himself up so he could see her, his muzzle soaked in her juices. She giggled as his tongue came and licked some of it up, then he grinned at her. She was trying to work out what he was thinking, but then he dropped his head back down and took her clit in his teeth, pulling on it a little, causing her to shriek from the pain-pleasure combination.

He chewed it a little and then let go, burying his tongue once more in her now slick slit. It was his first time doing this, and he wasn't sure if he should continue, but he did anyway. He pushed it as far in a possible, feeling her tight walls clamp down on his wiggling muscle. As she was still coming down from her first one, her second orgasm hit quickly, causing her body to shake even more violently than before, and Rumble was pushed away by one of her hands, smirking as he watched her tasty juices leak down her thighs, the hay underneath her now a shade darker then the rest.

Applebloom got up and walked unsteadily over to the winch, resting her body against the support beam and slowly lowering Rumble to the floor. She dropped to her knees and crawled towards him. She undid the rope holding him to the crane, and then propped him up against the hay bale. “Rumble... Ah... Ah want you to... Ah think... Ah'm ready.”

“Are.. you sure?” He received a nod from her, and she reached to the side, grabbing the scissors. Rumble waited patiently for her to release him, but instead she cut the front off of the leotard and the pantyhose, biting her lower lip as she stared at his stiffened cock. Rumble's head fell back against the hay as she bent down and licked along the underside, and he looked down to see her gazing back up at him, keeping her eyes locked as she licked up the pre cum on his tip.

She pressed closer against his body, sliding up it. She began to grind her crotch on his, pressing his dick between them and coating it in her slick juices. She brought her muzzle in close and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him into a passionate kiss. She pushed her tongue forward, begging for entry, and Rumble accepted. Applebloom tasted her own juices, and just the action brought her the slightest hesitation. Was she really ready? Did she actually want this?

After pulling away from him and staring into his eyes, her mind, heart and body came to an agreement. Yes, she was ready, and she wanted him right now. But one thing stopped her, and it was his next question. “Um, Applebloom? Could you, like, let me out first?”

“Ah... don't think so. Ah got ya right where I want ya, and yer gonna stay there till Ah say so, understand?” He nodded at her and she lifted her hips up, setting his tip against her lower lips. She bit her lips as she began to lower herself down, whimpering as she was penetrated for the first time.

Rumble could see the pain in her face, the way her eyes were scrunched up, and knew what had happened. “Applebloom... we can... stop if you want." She opened her eyes and he saw tears in the corner of them. “It's hurting you... I don't want to hurt you.”

“Rumble... it's okay. Ah can take it. It's jus'... Ah need to get used to it.” She slid a little lower, and he felt even more resistance. She took a few deep breaths and gripped his shoulders, then closed her eyes and thrust down, letting out a scream that could only be described as painful. Her body slumped against his chest, and he felt a few tears run down and hit his shoulder.

“Applebloom...” She shifted back, opening her eyes with a smile as she looked at him. “I'm sorry...” She cut him off with a quick kiss, pulling away with the smile still on her muzzle.

“Don't be... Ah wanted this. Now hush up and let me work.” He did as told, and she began to slowly rock her hips back and forth, adjusting to having him inside her. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she pressed forward for another kiss, moaning into his mouth as their tongues met once more. She started to lift her hips as she rocked forward, gasping as his cock slid in and out.

Even with all her fluids making things easier, she was still very tight, but that was to be expected with her. Rumble felt her get faster, burying her face into his shoulder, gasping with every movement now. He could feel his own pressure building, and started rocking his hips in time with hers, causing her moans to get louder and her grip to tighten around his back.

Her breaths became faster and faster, and so did his. With a final hard thrust, Applebloom threw her head back and screamed once more, in pleasure this time around. Her walls clamped down on Rumble's prick, sending him over the edge. Applebloom return to her grip around him as she felt his warm seed coat her insides. She slumped against his chest as he relaxed. A shaking hand reached for the pair of scissors, and soon Rumble found his limbs free to move.

He gently picked Applebloom up and sat her on the hay bale, then looked at himself. His crotch was covered in a mixture of their fluids, and also a small amount of blood. A quick glance showed the same combination dripping from the mare's love tunnel, so he walked over and grabbed the long coat. “I'll be right back, Applebloom. Just wait here, okay?” All he got in response was a small whimper, so he left and walked towards the main house.

He had been told that he could just walk in... but after what he had just shared with his marefriend... his hand came up and knocked on the door, secretly hoping nopony else was home. He already knew better though, and looked away as the door opened. “Well howdy there, Rumble. How can Ah help yo... wait a minute 'ere'.” He gave a glance at the older mare stood before him, then to the floor. “What the hay 'ave you been doing? Yer wearing tights, a pair of mah shoes... and you smell like... ya didn't?”

“Please, Miss Applejack, can I have some towels? I promise to come straight back!”

“Really now? All right then, be sure ya stick to yer promise, or Mac'll be looking for yer flank in the morning.” She turned around and went to the linen closet, digging around for some older ones. She gave them to the young stallion, and he muttered a thanks then turned to walk back to the barn, but the mare's voice stopped him. “Rumble... it can wait till t' mornin'. Jus' make sure Bloom gets back in safely and she gets cleaned up, then t' bed. And you'd best still be here in t' mornin'.”

“I promise, Miss Applejack.” He then carried on, entering the barn to find his marefriend snoring quietly. He smiled affectionately at her, placing the towels on the floor next to the bale. He spotted his own clothes to the side and hastily wiped himself down, then removed his... outfit, and put his own stuff back on. He balled up the outfit and put it in his bag, then returned to Applebloom.

He picked up a towel and began to wipe her down, getting the worst of their exploits off her. He then eased her into a sitting position, slipping the coat back onto her. “Ah don't want t' move. Can't we jus' stay here?”

“I promised your sister I'd get you to bed. Here, just stand up.” She did as asked, although unsteadily. She suddenly found herself weightless as Rumble picked her up, and she slipped her arms around his neck, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder. With the bag on his back and his mare secure, he blew out the candle and left the barn. He'd come back and clean up in a while.

Applejack was waiting at the door, and held it open for him to walk through, smiling at the peaceful look on her sister's face. Rumble went to say something, but she cut him off with a shake of her head, and pointed towards the stairs. He nodded to her her and went up them, dumping the bag in her room and continuing to the bathroom.

He set Applebloom on the counter and turned on the shower, then removed what little clothing she was wearing. After sticking his hand in to test the temperature, he picked her up once more and entered the flow with her in his arms. He then proceeded to wash her, making sure to get her as clean as possible, then set her on the floor outside whilst he cleaned himself.

Stepping out, he grabbed a towel and dried off, then wrapped Applebloom in one and gently rubbed her down. He covered her with a dry one and left the bathroom, heading back to her room. He opened her drawers and pulled out some nightwear, meeting no resistance as he put it on her. She really was out, breathing steadily as he set her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. Quickly putting on fresh clothes, he left the room and closed the door gently after giving her a kiss on the forehead.

He made it to the top of the stairs when a voice made him stop, the hairs on the back of his neck sticking up. “An' jus' where the hay do ya think ya sneaking of t'? Mah barn is a mess, and Ah ain't seen mah sis all night.” With a nervous swallow, Rumble turned to the crimson juggernaut that was Big Macintosh, and chose to tell the truth.

“We... made the mess. I was... just going to clean it up, sir.”

“Really, you an' Bloom? Normally Ah'd give you a good takin' t', but Ah think that can wait till the mornin', an' so can t' barn. Get yer flank back in 'er room, or there'll be hell to pay if she wakes up without you there.” The massive stallion closed his bedroom door, and Rumble let out the breath he was holding.

Well, he wasn't dead yet, so he took the farmer's advice, returning to his mare's room, stripping down to his boxers and crawling in behind her. She rolled over and cracked an eye open at him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, snuggling against his chest and laying her head on his shoulder. A wing came around and held her close, keeping her safe. “Applebloom... I just wanted to say... I... um.”

He got a small murmur as a response, but it was clear enough for him to understand. “Jus' say it, ya dummy.”

“I... love you.”

“Ah... oh, wow. Rumble, Ah... love you too.” He moved his head down and kissed her forehead, then set it back on the pillow, soon hearing his marefriend's soft snores once more. He smiled a little as he let the sound of her breaths call him to sleep. He was at first a little apprehensive about the evening's activities, but he couldn't have asked for a better outcome.

Author's Note

Wow... think I got a bit carried away on this section! So much for returning to SpikeBelle!!!

Next chapter, they cum first (Lol, get it?), I promise!!! Also, Slutaloo!!

Audio reading can be found here!

For those new to reading, you're lucky. A sketch done this morning! (02.04.15(That's the proper date, not the stupid American one))

Chapter 04

“Spipphh... pleapphh... turpphh... itpph... oppphh!!!” Every attempt at a word was punctuated with a moan of pleasure, whilst the dragon sat in the shadows, slowly massaging his raging cock with his right claw. He had to admit, it was a stroke of genius after he gave her her fourth orgasm from oral, so then he got the toys out.

With a copious amount of lube, he had plugged Sweetie Belle's puckered poop shoot, and kept pushing it back in every time it slipped out. He then selected two powerful vibrators, inserting one into her cunt, which was creating a small pool on the floor from her love juices dripping out, and placing the other right on top of her clitoris. He had pulled the straight jacket's crotch strap back through and buckled it even tighter, putting more pressure on the toys.

Spike had plugged them into an extension cable and ran it towards where he now sat, with an switch to adjust how much power was sent through the cables in his left claw. He smirked as Sweetie Belle screamed against her gag and came once more, the once white strap between her legs now a dull grey from being so wet. He clicked the power off and watched as her nostrils flared, an attempt to get as much air as possible, whilst the stream of drool had become almost like a waterfall.

He had lost count of how many times she had climaxed, and decided that she had had enough time being kept in the air. Her eyes rolled open as he approached, but only halfway as she tried to focus on him. Spike undid the knots threaded through her ankle cuffs and unwound it from the bedpost, guiding it out of the cuffs around her thighs as well.

Taking the strain of the fabric holding her up, he undid the bigger knot and slowly lowered her, letting her collapse onto the bed and taking the fabric from under her shoulders. He sat down next to her and began to run his claw through her mane, and she smiled around her gag as she looked up at him. “Are you ready for the main event?” All he got was a nod in return, so he slipped his hand down between her legs and started rubbing the outside. “I can't hear you.”

“Spipphh... pleapphh.”

“Beg.”

“Whappph?”

“You heard me, I want you to beg for it.”

“Pleapphh Spipphh, Ipphh... wapphh yopphh inpphh mepphh. Pleapphh... mapphhhtepphh?” Master? I like the sound of that! And if that's the way she wants it... Flipping her over so she was laying on her front, he wrapped the fabric still attached to the top bar at the head of the bed around the foot posts on either side and then the top bar above it, and back to her ankle cuffs. He started to pull it through, Sweetie Belle moaning as the toys inside her shifted as her legs were raised.

The result was her legs hanging in the air, flank presented to the dragon and her chest pressing against her mattress. To keep it out of the way, Spike took the end of her tail and slipped it through the strap that ran around the back of her head, and gently but firmly pulling it. This made Sweetie Belle tilt her head back, and Spike then tied her tail over itself, making her stay in that position.

He undid the crotch strap and removed the vibrators, throwing them to the bed. He then knelt up behind her and teased her dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. His claw came up and took hold of the butt plug, Sweetie Belle whimpering as he drew it out, then screaming as he shoved it back in. He pressed into her cooch slightly and then drew back, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “I can't hear you begging...”

She took a few deep breaths, then turned to look over her shoulder as best as possible, the action pulling her tail, and she felt it at the base. “Pleapphhh Mapptepphhh... makppphh meppphh youppphh!” He pushed back in a little, then stopped. “Pleapphh...” Giving her what she wanted, he thrust in deep, causing her to scream in pleasure once more. “Thanppphh Yopphh Mapphhtpphh!”

He drew back and thrust once again, causing her to moan loudly. He pulled the plug out a little, but then shoved it back in as he withdrew, making Sweetie Belle give a muffled scream yet again. He soon found his rhythm, one in whilst the other came out. He could hear her getting close with how quick her moaning got and her walls clamping down on him.

He wasn't going to last long, not after waiting that amount of time, and soon enough Sweetie Belle's body began to shake violently as she came, her walls now attempting to constrict his cock, and he released into her, hearing her satisfied moans as his warm fluids coated her insides and dribbled from her hole mixed with her own.

Pulling out, Spike watched her chest rapidly move in and out, then smiled wickedly. “Mapphhtepphh, noppphh, pleapphh!” He ignored her and rebuckled the crotch strap, having placed one of the vibrators back over her clitoris. He walked round to the side of her bed and opened up a drawer, returning to where her head was, and then slipped a blindfold over her. She tried to get him to take it off, but all that came out were moans. They soon got louder as he went over to the power switch and put it on full. Smirking to himself, he walked towards her bathroom for a shower, ignoring her pleas to be released.

“So, is this okay?” Scootaloo looked from the book to her own body, comparing the positions of her limbs. Her wrists were tied to the opposite elbow behind her back, rope above and below her breasts, compressing them, and pinning her upper arms to her side. Another piece slipped over her shoulder and down her cleavage, under the lower rope and back over the opposite shoulder, where it was pulled tight and tied off. Her left ankle was tied to her left thigh, the same with the right. She looked up and nodded to Snips and Snails.

“Yeah, you two have done a good job.” She rolled onto her knees and tried to move forward, but didn't get very far. “Okay... you're gonna have to carry me to the bed.” The third stallion in the room stood up from the table, wrapping her in his arms as he picked her up. Being a pegasus was a good thing for this, as she was lighter then any other race. They left the room and walked into a sudden barrage of wolf whistles.

Going up and down the corridor were many mares and stallions, each one smiling as they saw the bound mare. Playing on the whole 'damsel in distress' thing, she began to squirm about, almost making Pipsqueak drop her. He managed to get a grip before that though, and now one of his hands was holding her under her crotch.

Scootaloo looked up at him whilst biting her lip, then began grinding back and forth on his forearm. He could feel it getting wet, and knew that she wanted him to get her to the bed... now. Ignoring the others there, the three stallions entered the next room and the mare was deposited on the bed. As soon as the door was closed, Snips and Snails stripped off, revealing their raging hard ons. “Well come on then, how are you going to fuck me with your clothes on?”

“I... uh... I'm having second thoughts about this now.” Scootaloo managed to get herself into a kneeling position, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Really? Too later mister, it's happening. Boys, you know what to do.” Pip gave a small cry of surprise as his clothes were removed via magic, and he was then lifted up and dumped on the bed. Scootaloo rolled on to him and straddled his crotch, coating his dick with some of her juices. “Listen up, you agreed, so you're not backing out now. New colt gets my vag, so be happy. Now... how are you going to fuck me when I'm covered?”

Pipsqueak sat up, pushing her onto her back and sliding her panties down and over her legs, throwing them to the side. He looked between her legs and stared at the markings there. It was a small patch of ink, with an arrow point downward. It read as follows.

'READY

AND

WAITING'

He looked back up and saw her smirk, her next words easing his concern. “It's a temporary one, it'll come off in a few days. Now then, have you two decided who is under me?”

“Yeah, I am this time.” She nodded and Snails lay on the bed, moving her so that her back was against his chest. He moved her down a little and then started to slide in, Scootaloo's mouth open in pleasure as he entered her tight asshole. He then turned them so that they we across the width of the bed, Snips standing where her head was. She tilted her head up and stared at Pipsqueak.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and fuck me!” He approached, standing between her spread legs which were held out of the way by Snails' own legs, and he brought his head to her folds. She gave him a nod and he slipped in, surprised at, with her reputation, how tight she was. She was about as wet as he expected though.

With a happy moan she tilted her head back, opening her mouth to allow Snips entry. As soon as he was in, the trio began thrusting, and had soon worked up a rhythm. Scootaloo moans grew intensely as she swirled her tongue around the cock in her mouth as both her entrances tightened, asking for more.

She gave a small shriek when Snails brought his hands round and fondled her breasts, squeezing her nipples. He immediately stopped, but her muffled voice told him to carry on, so he did just that, Pipsqueak squeezing her flanks. She strained at the ropes that bound her tightly, and with all that stimulation, she knew she wasn't going to last as long as she normally did.

She gave a muffled scream as she orgasmed, biting down on Snips and causing him to explode in her mouth. She did her best to swallow it all, but some dripped out and down her muzzle, and then into Snails' open mouth. He ignored it and thrust harder, filling the inside of her ass with white warm fluid. He slid out of her and some of his cum dripped out.

The trio lying down rolled over so that he could get up, leaving just Pipsqueak still embedded deep inside her. The two unicorns picked up their stuff and left, happy smiles on their faces as they headed towards the shower. Scootaloo waited for the last one to start thrusting again, but when he didn't she began to rock her hips over him.

Instead he rolled her back over and slipped out, then started to get dressed. Scootaloo didn't know how to react, that was the first time somepony had exited her without finishing, and it needed clarification. “Pip? What's wrong?”

“I... can't do this to you. Why, Scootaloo?”

“Why, what?”

“Do this to yourself? You could do so much more with your time!” He had unknowingly stuck a chord with her, but knew he had hit something with the way she dropped her gaze to the floor. He gave a sigh and walked back over to the bed, the mare saying nothing as he started to untie her. Once she was free she sat on the edge of the bed, still staring at the floor. Pip sat down and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, holding her close.

“I... guess... you don't think much of me, considering my reputation around town, huh?”

“That's just it, it's only a reputation. I don't think you're really like that, and I want to... know why you don't stop it from going around.” The reaction he got was not what he expected as Scootaloo suddenly burst into tears and buried her head in his shoulder. He just remained sitting there until she calmed down, which took a good hour.

“My... mom, she.... she works for the weather management, some high up position. I've heard rumours that she got there... by sleeping her way up. I guess I thought... if she could do it, so could I. I haven't really done it that many times... but done a lot of other stuff. That's where it comes from.”

“Doesn't... your father have anything to say about it?”

“I don't know, he's not my real dad. And even if he was, he'd never be sober enough to understand.”

“Scootaloo... has he ever... done anything to you?”

“What? No, never. But mom... he beats her sometimes, and I don't know what to do about it.”

“Come to mine tonight, I have a visitor coming that will be able to help.” She drew back and looked at him fearfully for a moment, but he just smiled softly at her. “I want to make sure you're safe tonight, nothing more. Now get dressed, we're leaving.” After slipping her clothes back on, she tried to walk out the door, but wobbled more than usual in her heels.

She suddenly found herself weightless as Pip picked her up, and walking out of the back entrance. After a short journey through town, he set her down and unlocked the door before them. He carried her upstairs and entered his bathroom, setting her on the floor. “Pip, how can you afford this?”

“My parents left it to me when they moved back to Trottingham. So it's my place now. Look, you need a shower... will you be okay on your own?” She nodded at him, and he left, closing the door after giving her one last glance. Forty minutes later she stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the rail and drying off. She went to get dressed, but then decided she didn't want to put her clothes back on. Wrapping the towel around her, she went to ask Pip for some spare clothes when his voice drifted up the stairs. “Door opposite, I've put some stuff on the bed.”

She smiled at his thoughtfulness, hearing a muffled conversation from the floor below. Entering the room, she saw a pair of boxers, some shorts, and a t-shirt laid out for her. After dressing she went downstairs, and into the lounge where the voices were coming from, stopping dead. “Ah, Miss Scootaloo, how wonderful to see you again. Please, take a seat.” Nodding her head, she sat next to Pip and pressed close against his side, scared of the other pony. “Now then, I have been informed of certain circumstances surrounding you, and wish to help. All I ask is for a feather from your wing.”

She turned to look and Pip and he nodded back, so she plucked one from near the edge. He took it from her and passed it across to the other mare, who lifted it to her horn and scanned it with her magic. “Let us see... your mother is a few blocks over, and your father is... oh my.”

“What? Did you find him?”

“Oh yes... and I must take my leave.” The feather disappeared in a flash, and the other mare got to her feet. “This will make it's way to your true father, and I shall endeavour to have him here by the morning.” Pip got up and walked the mare to the door, where they shared a quick embrace, and then she spread her wings and took off into the night sky. He returned to the couch and sat next to Scootaloo, offering his side for her to rest against.

“Pip, did you...”

“Yes, I told her. Not everything, just the bits I thought she should know. I told you she'd help. There's a reason she's still my second favourite princess after all.”

“Really? Well then, who's your first now days? Cadence or Celestia?”

“None. I don't know if you saw it when I was with her, but I didn't really like Silver Spoon, I was just using her to improve my image. Shallow I know, but those two have done that enough themselves, so I thought I'd give them a taste of their own medicine. The truth is... I've had my eye on a mare for awhile, but never had the opportunity to be alone with her...”

“Oh, I see. So tonight was just you getting some action? I can't blame you real...” His hand had come up and covered her muzzle, and she turned to find him smiling at her once more.

“You didn't let me finish. I was going to say I never had the opportunity to be alone with her... before tonight.” He dropped his hand from her muzzle, seeing her mouth open and close, but no sound came out. “Yes Scootaloo, I mean you. You've knocked Luna from the top princess spot.” She pressed forward with her eyes closed, pulling him into a kiss. She pulled back and began to tease her hand down the waist of his pants.

“Thank you Pip... now it's my turn to say thank you.” She went to unzip them, but his other hand stopped her. “What's wrong?”

“You don't have to...”

“But it's the only thing I know I'm good at!”

“That's not true, you're pretty good on your scooter, and I've seen you three during gymnastics. You're pretty lithe, but then again you are a pegasus, and a pretty one at that.” He smiled as she turned away, cheeks now with a rosen hue. “Scootaloo, if you really want to thank me, and we don't have to do anything, then just stay with me tonight.” He stood and offered her his hand, which she took and joined him by his side as they walked up the stairs, tails entwined with one another.

Rarity sipped her tea whilst staring at the couple opposite her. Sweetie Belle was pressed into Spike's shoulder, eyes closed as she slept. Her normally curly mane was still slightly wet and trailed halfway down her back. Spike had finally let her out of the straight jacket and although she couldn’t see underneath the robe, Rarity knew what kind of items her young sister wore to bed.

Spike meanwhile, had changed into his night clothes that he kept over there, a clean pair of boxers, long legged shorts and a hoodie. He picked up his glass and took a grateful sip of cider, smiling to his old crush as she continued. “... so, then you let Applebloom free, and when you tried to free Sweetie Belle, she ran around the corner, correct?”

“Yeah, I found her waiting on her knees, and then she shut the door with her magic.”

“So you didn't... copulate in such a dirty environment? Please say you didn't!”

“No, not this time. Uh, she used... her mouth.”

“Her mouth... Oh, I see. Bet you enjoyed that.”

“I did until Twilight and Mac burst in.” Rarity started to giggle then, having to put her cup on the table in case she dropped it. “To make it worse, that's when I... you know.”

“Know what, Spikey Wikey? Tell me more!”

“Well... I climaxed.” She then burst out laughing, causing Sweetie Belle to stir. She still didn't wake, just squeezing her arms around Spike once more. “Twi then popped the door open with some towels for us, and Sweets would only let me wipe her face and mane. The reason she had my coat on was because she walked back like that.”

“She walked through town... in high heels... without her arms to assist with her balance?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I must find out her secret, I can barely make it to Sugarcube Corner without my arms to help in just three inch heels, and she had a whole extra inch.”

“Well, she does wear them quite often.”

“What do you mean, Spike?”

“You'll find out soon enough, but it's a surprise that we are working on.”

“I shall have to wait then.” Picking her cup back up, she downed the last of her herbal tea and set it on the table once more, placing her hands in her lap. “So... why was she still wearing the straight jacket?”

“I never asked, but the risk of her getting caught as we walked through town... she liked it.”

“Well, I think that you two have had enough excitement for one day. Off to bed with the both of you.” The dragon stood up, slipping one arm behind her back and the other under her thighs, holding her close to his chest and walking out of the room. “Oh, and Spike? You own me for carpet and mattress cleaning.”

“But... I didn't spill anywhere!”

“No, but you caused Sweetie Belle to, so it is your fault, therefore you pay for it.” Her giggles were a stark contrast to his mumbles as he carried his mare up the stairs.

Author's Note

TAKING ALL BETS!!! Who do you think her father is going to be?

Chapter 05

Morning rolled around, and three young adult ponies and a young adult dragon met at the fountain in town square. They were each ready to face the new day, and as a group walked off to find their missing component. It was then that Applebloom noticed something different about her friend, and thus she made her enquiries. “Sweetie Belle, you feelin' okay?”

“Sure am, why?”

“Well, yer wearing a summer dress, an' Ah don't see any heeled sandals. In fact, yer wearing sneakers, an' you ain't done that since our last gym class in school.”

“Well... um, I had my heels on from yesterday for... I don't know how long. Spike?”

“Let's see, you had them on after getting changed at Bloom's, and it was a least two hours before I let you down, then we walked back, and I think I let you out around eleven, possible later.”

“There you go, Applebloom. I was wearing them for a good eight hours, so my feet were hurting this morning. Therefore, sneakers. Why, what's wrong? Do they not go with the dress?” The trio snickered at her, knowing full well how much she tried to copy her sister when it came to fashion.

“Nah, it's fine. Ah can understand why yer wearing them though. An' so can Rumble, ain't that right?” He turned his head away from the group and muttered something, so Applebloom walked around his other side and ran a hand across his chest. “Ah tell you what, 'e's got some right nice legs, an' they look even better in heels.”

“Dude... what?” With a sigh Rumble turned to the dragon, and gave a quick glance to the side to ensure that there was nopony within ear shot.

“I agreed to help her understand why she couldn't escape. Didn't think I'd be the one in the ropes.”

“Right, and the heels?”

“She also decided that it had to be exactly the same, so forcibly dressed me in the same outfit she was wearing and got a pair of her sister’s shoes.” Of course, the pair immediately burst out laughing as he expected, but he smirked over at Applebloom as he remembered their further activities, causing her to look away with a blush, which Sweetie Belle noticed.

“Applebloom, got something to tell us?”

“Well, 'e tried to get out of the ropes, so I punished 'im.”

“How?” The question was answered when she looked at Rumble's muzzle and then down to the floor, the others easily connecting the dots. “You let him do that? What was it like?”

“Felt like 'eaven.”

“What else?”

“Well, Ah let him down, and got t' scissors, cutting 'im free.” Spike nudged Rumble with an arm and leant close to the peagsus.

“Bet you them gave her the same treatment, huh?”

“Um, no. You see, when she says 'free', she didn't mean the ropes, she meant something else. And then we...” His wings said it for him, spreading out to his full width, causing Spike to give him the accepted congratulations between stallions, the high five, and Sweetie Belle to squeal with joy as she rushed over and hugged her friend.

The moment was disturbed when they sensed somepony watching them, and they turned to find a squad of Royal Guards standing behind them. One approached and removed his helmet, the enchanted blue mane returning to his natural light brown. His eyes roamed over the group and settled on the two mares. “You look about the right age. Is one of you by any chance Scootaloo?” They both shook their heads, trying to workout what she had done to garner this kind of attention. “Could you possibly point us in the right direction?”

“Sure mister, follow us. We're all headin' there anyhow.” With that, the large group began their walk once more, Applebloom dropping back to the guard. “What's Scoots done? Is it bad?”

“She has done nothing, as of yet anyway.” The sound of shouting and crashing could be heard, and Applebloom's ears splayed back.

“Oh no... 'e's home.” The guards looked to the house where the noises were coming from, something flying out of the window, and they could hear the voices clearly.

“AND JUST WHERE IS THAT LITTLE SKANK ANYWAY? PROBABLY GETTING RUTTED SILLY IN SOME BACK ALLEY, JUST LIKE HER MOTHER! NOW, ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME THE MONEY OR WHAT?”

The red haired guard picked up the object, seeing a family photo. There was a pegasus mare and filly, along with an earth pony stallion. Applebloom leant over his shoulder and tapped the filly. “That's Scoots. Why are y'all looking for her?”

“PLEASE, YOU'RE HURTING ME!” That was the last straw, the squad rushed the house and barged the door open, dragging out the kicking and screaming stallion. The mare from inside ran out, but the guard caught and kept her out of the way. “STOP, YOU'LL HURT HIM!”

“It's no more then he deserves. Squad, take him away. I can smell the alcohol from here. We'll give him a few hours in the local cells and then talk with him.” Profanities of every kind filled the street as his wrists were shackled and he was dragged through the street, the mare in the guard's arms struggling to get free. “Firefly, calm down. FIREFLY!”

She stopped moving, staring up at the guard. “Do... I know you?”

“Know me? You're my wife! I thought... I'd lost you in the fire. How did you get out?”

“I don't remember any fire. I know I have some missing memories, but nothing about a fire, or you.”

“Then where is our daughter? I thought I had lost her as well.” He let go of her and stepped away, removing the breastplate of his armour. As soon as he dropped it to the floor, the enchantment disappeared and his white fur was now orange, exactly the same shade as Scootaloo. “Firefly, I gave up after looking for you around Manehatten... If I'd known you were right under my nose the whole time...”

“You're... not my husband! You just had him arrested! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!” The mare ran back into the house, and he chased after her, banging on the door.

“Firefly, I have proof! Please, let me show you!”

“GO AWAY AND LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE!” The stallion sank down on the doorstep, staring at the ground in front of him. He looked up when four shadows fell over him, seeing the group that had brought him here.

“Are ya really Scoot's real dad? An' you have proof?” He wordlessly reached in the breast pocket of his uniform, pulling out an old photograph. He looked at it for a few moments and then handed it to them.

“It's... the only thing I have left. Please, if you know where she is...” They flipped the picture over, eyes going wide at what they saw. It was a hospital room, with the pegasus stallion sat next to a bed that contained Firefly. And in his arms... there was no mistake, it could only be Scootaloo. The adult’s manes were meshed together, and they created the same shade of magenta that their friend had.

“What's yer name, mister?”

“Starburst. Lieutenant, fourth regiment of Her Majesty's Solar Guard... and a failure as a father.”

“Spike, Rumble, take the lieutenant 'ere to t' library. Ah think Twi can help us with this one. We'll go look for Scoots.”

“Looking for Scootaloo?” The group turned to see Snails walking by, and he had overheard their conversation. “Last I saw her she was still with Pipsqueak. I heard they left the club together. Anyway, if you see her, tell her to let us know when she wants to get together again.”

They instantly knew what club he was talking about, and didn't want to believe Pip was there. But they knew Snips and Snails went there a lot, so he probably was... but that meant Scootaloo was with all three of them. “Tell me...” They turned back to the guard who was refitting his breastplate. “...where does this 'Pipsqueak' live?”

“Large house, four blocks over. You can't miss it.” Rumble knew he had said something wrong with the three glares being thrown at him, and then the group took off running after the guard who had flown away. Little did he know, but Rumble was about to get his friend killed.

The sound of birds singing drifted in through the window, causing the mare to stir. Cracking open her eyes, she stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. She felt refreshed, not having slept so well in so long. She normally had nightmares involving fire, but she could never understand why. And then the previous day's memories came back, how she had asked them to restrain her and fill her holes.

For the first time since she became sexually active, she felt disgusted with herself, and with those who didn't stop her. But there was one that showed hesitation all evening. A smile came to her face as she moved her arm to grip the stallion that had been so kind to her, but her hand hit nothing but sheets.

Sitting up, she saw a glass of orange juice on the table with a piece of paper next it. Taking a sip of the liquid, she grabbed the note and read it over.

Scootaloo,

I've gone out get some things for breakfast.

You're welcome to stay as long as you like,

I'd rather you stay here, where I know you're safe.

I've washed your clothes, but if you want to borrow

something of mine, go ahead. I should be back about

eleven. I hope to see you later,

Pipsqueak

She pulled the note to lips and gave it a little kiss, sighing as his scent drifted through her nostrils. She heard a shout and shuddered, recognising her stepfather's voice, but not the words. She was glad that she stayed the night, and then heard the noise of kitchenware being moved around, and glanced over the the chair opposite the bed, where her clothes were on the back of it.

She remembered back to Pipsqueak the night before, and what he said. 'You don't have to...' The words echoed in her mind as she made her decision, rising from the bed. She stripped off Pipsqueak's clothing, folding it over and placing it on the bed. Going through the same routine as the day before, she put her own stuff back on, leaving the panties on the desk.

Reaching into her bag, she brought out her makeup kit, which contained three things. First came the eyeliner, followed by the mascara. Finally her brush came out, and she decided on a different mane style. Pulling some back, she ran the brush forwards, giving her a little fringe, then combing the rest of it back.

She then used a trick her mom had shown her to give her mane curls, and she smiled happily at the mare staring back at her from the mirror. It was like a completely different mare was seated there, and she had to do her best to stop tears from falling. She didn't want to waste time re-applying her make up.

Picking up her boots, she walked towards the door as quiet as possible. Sliding along the wooden floorboards in her stockings made almost no noise, and she crept down the stairs, sitting on the bottom few. Quickly slipping her feet into, and then lacing up her boots, she stood once more a got used to the feel, then got things ready before she crept towards the kitchen.

Pipsqueak had just turned away from the stove to gather some ingredients, but looked over his shoulder as he heard it click off. Before he could focus on it, an orange hand fell over his eyes, whilst the other spun him around. “Keep your eyes shut, okay?” He nodded and did as asked, feeling the hand move away.

He was then led out of the kitchen, hearing thuds on the wooden floor. I guess she put her boots back on. Is she leaving? I hope not... I like having her here. She then stopped, and Pipsqueak didn't know where he was. He was pushed back a little and he felt the back of his legs press against his couch, and he was pushed onto it. “Scootaloo, what's going on?”

“You'll find out in a minute. Now just wait.” He heard her move away, heading over to his stereo and going through his music. “No... no... no... hay no, what is this stuff... oh, I can go with this.” He heard the record slipped onto the player, and the needle at the ready, but nothing coming out of the speakers. “You said we didn't have to do anything... but this time you don't, just watch. This is something I've been saving for the right time. Open your eyes.”

He did so at the same time as the music started playing, staring at the scene set before him. The curtains were drawn, and the room was lit by candles. Scootaloo was stood in the middle, wearing her corset, stockings, and boots. Her wings were wrapped around her front, and she dropped them once the intro started.

She began to sway her hips in time with the beat, lifting a leg up and spinning on the other to face him, continuing to move her body in time with the music. He had seen her sneaking out of the dance classes a few times, and knew that it was just her, the teachers and her classmates that had seen her dance before. But combining ballet with a lapdance... that was something he had never seen before, and he was fully entranced as she continued to show him how flexible her body was, bending sideways at the hip and raising a leg sideways, going to almost a hundred and eighty degrees to the other, giving him a full view of everything.

She then dropped to the floor and began to crawl her way towards him. She slid her body over his, straddling his lap and running her hands through his mane, pushing in for a passionate kiss, and grinding herself on his lap. He brought his hands up and began to run the through her wings, but she pulled away and stopped him, a smile on her face. “Now now, you can't touch. But I can touch you.”

Pipsqueak watched as she slid back towards the floor, biting her lip. Her hands came up and unbuckled his belt, then the button on his jeans and the zip were undone. The rational part of his mind was telling him to stop, but the look in her eyes told him he would be in trouble if he did. Scootaloo pulled his pants down to his ankles, and then gripped his boxers with her teeth. She didn't break eye contact as she dragged them down his legs, revealing that he had indeed enjoyed the show.

Brining her head back up to his crotch, she grasped the base of his cock in her hand and licked the tip, smirking as he shuddered from her touch. She then opened her mouth and put his tip in, keeping her eyes locked to his she began to take his length. He gasped for breath as her head began to bob up and down, watching her free hand slide down her body and to her exposed marehood.

He could feel the pressure building, but she stopped when there was a knock on the door, followed by a muffled voice. She went to continue when the door was knocked from it's hinges, a Royal Guard bursting through the door. Scootaloo pulled away from Pipsqueak as they both stared at the stallion, who took the scene at a glance and drew his sword. He focused on the young stallion on the couch and walked towards him, his voice laced with a dangerous growl. “What... are you doing... to my daughter?!?!?!”

Author's Note

Yes, Scootaloo was dancing in boots like this, but ones that had to be laced up.

This is the piece of fanart that inspired Starburst as her dad.

Yeah, that makes up for the small amounts of clop the past two chapters.

So... Snips and Snails have lost Slutaloo... what are they going to do now?
Tatsurou, hush.

Chapter 06

“What... are you doing... to my daughter?!?!?!” Pipsqueak said nothing, shaking as the massive stallion glared at him. He took a step closer, and Pip tried to sink into his couch. There was an orange blur as Scootaloo shot in front of him, wings spread for extra cover. This gave the guard pause, and he averted his gaze. “Scootaloo, cover yourself up this instant!”

“What's the matter, too much mare for you to handle? Or are you a coltcuddler?”

“I AM YOUR FATHER, AND YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!”

“You're not my father...”

“Yes... I am.” Still not looking at her, he reached into his uniform's pocket and withdrew two items. One was a small piece of paper, the other was on orange feather. He held them at arms length so she could take them, which she did. She easily recognised the feather as the one she had given to Luna the night before, and then at the photo. It had the stallion and her mother, and in his arms...

“D-d-d-dad?” She felt a hand on her shoulder, turning to see Pip passing her a long coat, which she slowly slipped into, then walked to the front of the stallion. “Are... you r-r-r-really my d-d-dad?”

“Yes, Scootaloo.” His sword was discarded to the floor she leapt up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He slowly brought his up and held her close. The size difference was easy to see, as even with her high heels she was still off the floor. The stallion slowly set her back down to the floor, and she pulled away to show black tear streaks down her face, her makeup having run.

“Um...”

“I'm not finished with you, colt.”

“Dad! Leave him alone!” Scootaloo had stepped back and crossed her arms, glaring at the stallion. “He hasn't done anything wrong! You did when you burst in here instead of waiting to be answered! You stopped something... special.”

“No, I stopped you making a bad decision.” Her arms fell to her side as she lowered her gaze.

“I've already made enough bad decisions.” Pipsqueak came over, now covered up himself, and wrapped her in his arms. She seemed to melt against his chest as the earth pony stared at her father.

“She needs time. I know Luna said she was going to help, but I was expecting a few more days.”

“That's Princess Luna to you, colt.”

“Really, then why don't you ask her?” Starburst turned to the door, and then immediately dropped to the floor as he saw the Lunar Princess standing in front of him. She ignored him and walked up to the pair, greeting them with a smile. “Hey Luna, that was quick.”

“Well, I thought it best to have the situation sorted out as soon as possible. Is the Lieutenant giving you trouble?”

“Well... he interrupted something... erm, private. And then threatened Pip with his sword.”

“Really? Well, we'll have to reprimand him for that!” She gave a wink to Scootaloo and then turned around with a glare on her face. “STARBURST, STAND AND FACE THIS WAY!” Doing as bid, he kept his head bowed. “IS IT TRUE YOU THREATENED THIS COLT?” He nodded his head. “PICK UP THY SWORD AND REPORT TO THE LOCAL GUARD STATION, WE WILL DEAL WITH YOU THERE!”

He gave Scootaloo one last look, then collected his weapon and walked out of the door. His ears flicked as he heard laughter from behind him, but carried on with his orders. Back at the house, Luna had replaced the door with magic, and then turned back to the others. “Now then Miss Scootaloo, remove thy coat.”

“What?”

“You heard me, take it off.”

“Why?”

“I want to see what made him so angry.” Normally something like that would make her horny, but she averted her gaze as she slipped the coat from her shoulders, attempting to cover herself with her wings. “My, bashful, are we? With you reputation?”

“Luna... that's enough.” She stared at Pipsqueak as he pulled the coat back up, turning Scootaloo around so that she was facing his chest and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her forehead and then glared at Luna. “If all you're going to do is attempt to make her angry, then you can leave now. I'll let you know if you can visit again.”

Luna stood and walked towards them with a straight face, but then it turned into a smile as she wrapped them both with her arms and wings. “You told me you were serious, Pipsqueak, and I wanted to see how much that was true. Know that if there is anything you need, never hesitate to ask. Now, I have a lieutenant to reprimand.” She moved away from them and left stopping at the door. “Oh, and Scootaloo, that goes for you as well.”

The pegasus nodded as the door was closed, and she looked up at Pipsqueak. He bent his neck down and gently kissed her lips, leaving her wanting more, but after the morning so far, there was only one thing she wanted. Pulling away and sitting on the couch, she sighed as the pressure on her feet was released. Leaning forward she began to unlace the boots, but a white hand with brown patches stopped her.

She looked up to see Pip smiling at her, and he lifted her leg out straight, unthreading the laces and slipping her boot off.. He then the same to the other. Scootaloo was about to stand when Pip grabbed both her legs and spun her round, sitting at the other end of the couch with her feet in his lap. “Silver Spoon wore heels all the time, trying to look important. I actually did learn something from her.”

“Really, and what was thaaahh...” Her speech drifted off into a relieved sigh as he began to rub her feet. She did this every time after removing those boots, but Pip... it was like he practised this. He easily found her pressure points, pressing just where she needed it. She lost track of time as he continued the massage, but then groaned when he stopped.

“I know, but I can't keep it up all day.”

“I bet you can...” Pip's cheeks turned red from the sultry gaze she was giving him, and he coughed as he turned away. “I'm joking, honestly. Actually I was wondering... can we go upstairs? I... just want to lay next to you some more.” Standing up, Pip offered his hand like the night before, which she accepted, rising to her feet. They ascended the stairs together and entered his room, where Scootaloo removed her corset and stockings, slipping her panties on, as well as Pip's t-shirt.

Lying on the bed, she tapped the space next to her, smiling as he joined her. She rolled over so that she was on his chest, their eyes staring at each other. “Pip... you just stood up to a living goddess for me.”

“Yeah... but she was being an idiot, and I won't have you talked to like that.” She moved her muzzle, closing her eyes as she pressed into a passionate kiss, his lips parting to allow her tongue entry. After a couple of minutes she pulled away and took a deep breath, rolling off of him. She shifted closer to his side and rested her head on his shoulder. Pip began to stroke her mane, hearing her gift out a small sigh. “Scootaloo...”

“Mmhmm?”

“Thank you... for staying.” She brought a hand up and stroked his chest, slowly drifting off with the birds still chirping in the trees outside.

“So where are we going again? I'm supposed to be helping Rarity today.” Spike just smiled at Sweetie Belle as they walked through the streets of Canterlot. In one claw was her hand, and in the other a map to a place that he had only been once before.

“I told you' it's a surprise. She’s not expecting us back till tomorrow afternoon. I need to go in first, to check... something.”

“Okay, but I'm still not sure about this.” They stopped at an outdoor café that he used to frequent when he lived here with Twilight when they were younger, chatting up a storm with the owner.

“Sweetie Belle, wait here for a few moments, okay? I'll be back right away, I promise.” She gave him a nod and he got up, walking around the street. She sat there sipping her smoothie as she pondered what he was doing, and sure enough he returned not five minutes later. “Well, come on then.”

He led her into a side alley and she started to get scared, but he stopped at a solid door and knocked three times. The door swung open and let them in, and then clicked shut behind them. Sweetie Belle shivered when she saw there was nopony there. “It's okay, the owner's a unicorn.”

They walked into a room that was brightly coloured room with pink walls, where stands full of sexy clothing were placed throughout the room. She immediately pulled away from the dragon to look at some of the items, a grin on her face. She sensed somepony behind her and turned around, coming face to face with an older unicorn mare.

She had a coat of purplish-blue and a lavender rose mane that curled at the end. She was wearing a white blouse done up to her neck with black chiffon neck tie, a black cardigan on top, and a short green plaid skirt. She gave Sweetie Belle a look over as the younger unicorn stood there, an eyebrow raising when she saw the footwear. “Forgive me, but I must ask... how old are you?”

“I'm... eighteen, a couple of months left until I'm nineteen.”

“Well, you look a little younger, and this is a over eighteens only shop. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to show me some ID or leave.” Sweetie Belle dig aro

“Oh... okay then. Could you tell my coltfriend I'll be waiting outside?”

“Of course, what does he look like?”

“It's easy, he's a dragon.”

“A dragon... oh, you must be Sweetie Belle! Spike has told me you were coming. I don't normally allow what some still regard as minors in the store, but he certainly has a charm about him. Then again, if you're with him I guess you know that already? Anyway, please forgive my earlier assumptions. I am Velvet...” The mare spun around, waving an arm out at the shop. “... and welcome to The Crop. Please, feel free to browse.”

Sweetie Belle did just that, looking from outfit to outfit on the walls. She was looking for a good ten minutes when Velvet came over. “Anything catch your eye then, honey?”

“Yeah, this stuff.” She pointed to the shiny black material in front of her, running her fingers over it. “What is it?”

“It's called latex. It's a natural rubber.” The mare ran her hands through the outfits, occasionally glancing at Sweetie Belle. “Hmm, I think this will this will suit you. Would you like help trying it on?”

“Yes please.”

“Right this way then.” She was led to the back of the store where there was a changing room, the older mare's horn glowing blue, and she noticed the look Sweetie Belle was giving her. “I'm just locking the door, that way I can assist you without any interruptions.”

“What about Spike?”

“Oh, he'll be with Strap, my business partner. Now, let's get you out of that dress.”

“And then you left her like that as you hit the shower?”

“Yeah, she was not happy about that.” The stallion and dragon shared a laugh as the earth pony continued working on his project. “So, what you making there?”

“This is known as a 'St Andrews Cross'. Don't ask, I don't know who he was. Anyway, the idea is that each plank end has a foot or hand tied to it somehow. They can either be on their front or back, depending on what you want to do. What's got you interested in this all of a sudden?”

“Well, Sweetie Belle seemed to enjoy last night. So I was wondering if she wanted to get into it a bit more. I don't mind either way.”

“Fair enough. Tell you what, if this one meets with the customer's expectations, I'll make one that'll fit your mare. Velvet's probably taken her measurements all ready! Anyway, nice chatting to you, but I've got to get back to work.”

“Yeah, and thanks for all your advice.” The stallion nodded, picking his mask back up and putting it over his head. Spike wondered why he took it off when he came in, but left with a wave of his hand, going back to the more tame storefront and finding it empty. “Sweetie Belle? Velvet?”

The older mare popped her head from around the corner, a smile on her face. “Oh, Spike. We're almost done, she's just getting changed. Be a dear and bring me a bag, would you?” He did as asked, taking one from behind the counter and giving it to the mare, trying to peek behind her. “Ah ah, not yet.”

Grumbling to himself, he looked across the outfits on display, imagining Sweetie Belle in them. With a grin on his face he selected a few, placing them down on the counter. The changing room's door swung open and the mares walked out, his marefriend immediately smirking as she saw what he selected. Velvet went the behind the counter and ran the purchase up, but only the stuff Spike had selected. “Uh. Miss Velvet, what about the rest?” He pointed to the bag and box Sweetie Belle had in her arms.

“That? Think of it as a gift, for first time customers. That straight jacket and other bits were when I let you have them the other week.”

“You got that here?” Ignoring his marefriend, which was a bad idea, he took out his wallet and wrote out a check, handing it to the mare.

“Thank you for your purchase. Now, I've already explained our age policy to Sweetie Belle, but if you two promise not to say anything, I don't mind you both coming back, and you can bring your friends if they want to. It's more business for me. Sweetie Belle, remember to use the powder first, or it'll be hard to get off.”

“Okay, I will do. And thank you again, Miss Velvet.” Saying their goodbyes, the mare and dragon left the store, walking through the streets hand in hand whilst carrying their unassuming packages. “So then, as it's quite late, we'd best get to our hotel, right?”

Spike scoffed, leading her towards the posher area of Canterlot. Sweetie Belle noticed more ponies looking at her here, their disgust clear as they saw her foot wear. She smiled to herself as she thought about what was in the box, but lost all train of thought when he turned another street.

In front of them was the main entrance to Canterlot Castle, which is where they headed. She was even more surprised when the guards bowed to them, not even one challenge to find out who they were. He led her through the front doors and corridors of the castle, occasionally greeting the ponies they came across. “Hey, Shiny, I didn't know you were back.”

The unicorn stallion turned around, waving over at his adopted brother, and then lift his gaze behind him. They turned to see his wife approaching, and she raised an eyebrow at the package Sweetie Belle was carrying. “Oh look Shiny, they've been to the The Crop as well!”(2)

“Cadence, not so loud! We don't want other ponies to know!” After chatting for a few minutes, Spike promised that they would join them and Celestia for supper, Luna being elsewhere on a personal errand. The finally made it to the castle suite that Celestia had provided for them.

“Well, we've got a few hours to kill, what do you want to do, Sweets?” She opened the box and put her whole arm in, Spike realising it was enchanted to be bigger on the inside. She suddenly pulled out the shop's namesake and set it on the table along with a lead, giving him a wink and walking towards the bedroom. He went to follow, but she shook her head and shut the door behind her. He tried it once but she had locked it, so he sat down on the couch and decided to wait.

Inside the room, Sweetie Belle placed the box and back on the bed, stripping off her clothes. Taking the shiny material out of the bag, she lay it out to ensure it was all there. Two black stockings, a corset, shoulder length gloves, a thong and a choker with a d-ring in the front made up the latex gifts that Velvet had given her.

Opening the box and tipping it upside down made a pile of items fall out. She checked the collection of ten padlocks, ensuring that they all opened with the same keys. She then quickly unlocked the door and threw them into Spike's lap as he sat on the couch, then re-locked the door.

Picking up the bottle of talcum powder, she rubbed it into her legs right up to her thighs, then picked up one of the stockings. She rolled it up a little and then put her foot into it, unrolling as she pulled it up her leg, and did the same to her other one.

She could feel them gripping against her, and knew Velvet was right when she said there was no need for suspenders. She went straight for the corset after, coating the inside with powder and slipping it up her legs. It was one that laced up in the front, so she easily pulled it tight, breathing in as much as possible to ensure it pushed her breasts up.(1) She then got the cuffs marked with an 'A' and placed them round her ankles, locking them with a couple of the padlocks. Next came the gloves, and she slipped the cuffs marked 'W' onto her wrists and the ones marked 'E' onto her elbows.

She reached for the largest items in the pile and slipped her feet into them. She then grabbed the thirty inch bar that had eyelets at each end. Taking two more padlocks, she fed one through both the eye on her right cuff and bar, clicking it into place. She did the same to her left, leaving her ankles spread apart nearly three feet.

She pulled herself up and wobbled a little, getting her balance in the six inch, black latex stiletto heels on her feet. She took a few minutes to get used to walking with them and her legs like they were, but confidant that she had done well. The next step would require her magic, so she sat on the edge of the bed for stability.

She grabbed another padlock and slipped it into the eye of one of her elbow cuffs, placing her arms behind her back. This was going to be the hard part for the first time, and she thought back to Velvet's advice. Close your eyes and feel your body, the position of your limbs. You'll then be able to get it. She did as instructed, and it wasn't long until she felt where her body was constricted, the loose padlock bouncing against her elbow.

Lighting her horn, she took hold of it and twisted it around a little, getting her arms as close as possible behind her back. She felt it catch on something, and quickly snapped it shut. She opened her eyes, and got ready to test it. Pulling her right arm forward resulted in her left arm being pulled across her back, and vice versa.

Her elbows were now locked together at the distance of the padlock. She picked up the final one with her magic, but she could get her wrists to a position where she could see, and soon those cuffs were locked together. She tested her bonds, not one giving up. Three more steps to go, and she'd need help for two of them. “Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“Lock the door to the suite.” She heard him get up and a clonk echo throughout the room. The locks here were old and hefty.

“Done.”

“Okay, now get naked.”

“What?”

“Just do it.” There a few moments of waiting before his reply came, and she told him to stand away from the doors and the path to the table. Somehow, and she wasn't sure how, she managed to stand, using magic to steady herself. Without her arms for balance, it was going to be hard, so she'd need her magic. That meant the final stage would have to be split into two, of which how many items were left.

She picked the gag up in her magic and opened her mouth, setting the ball behind her teeth. This one was slightly larger then the last, with just a single strap, which she had just buckled very tightly behind her head. The last item was floated up in a green aura after she had used magic to unlock and open the doors.

She then started the slow walked out, moaning around the gag as she felt fluid dribble down her inner thighs, the excitement getting her horny. She glanced over at Spike as she exited the room, watching him go from aroused to full on as he stared at her. She brought the last item up so he could see it, and hovered it at the tip of her horn. This was the last chance to back out, and she closed her eyes as she let it drop.

Her magic cut out as soon as the ring found purchase, and she opened her eyes to see that Spike had already picked up the lead and was approaching. She tilted her head up to allow him easier access to the choker, and he quickly had it attached. He gave it a little tug, causing Sweetie Belle to moan and stumble forward, but she managed to stay up.

He pulled her over to the table, throwing the lead across and crouching down behind her. He suddenly pulled it from under the table, causing her to bend forwards. It was just long enough for him to wrap it around her bar and tie it off to itself. If she tried to pull back up, it just pulled taught, giving her an inch or two of movement.

She let out a muffled moan as she felt warm breath across her marehood, and she realised why she felt her fluids leaking. She had forgot the latex thong. “Squirm and moan for me.” He was taking charge just like the night before, and she followed his instructions, the latex squeaking as it rubbed against the wooden furniture every time she moved.

She tried to reach her cunt with her hands, desperate to ease the growing tension there, but found she could only reach the edge. She then felt Spike rub her with a claw, moaning against the gag. Because it was larger, the drool came out earlier, and started to pool on the table. She then shrieked as she felt something small impact her flank, and she looked over her shoulder to see Spike with the riding crop in his hand. “Spipphh, thappphh feppphhh goopphh!”

“Spike? I believe you meant 'master', right?” He whipped her again, getting another shriek. “Now, say it properly.”

“Sorrpphhy Mappphhteppp.” It didn't stop him from hitting her flank again, and smiled as he watched more fluids drip from her love tunnel, a sign that despite the shrieking, she enjoyed it. The way she wiggled her hips was like she was asking for more, and he wouldn't deny his mare. There was a satisfied moan this time around, and he knew just how to control her.

“Ask for it. Ask for another.”

“Pleapphh Mappphhteppp, capphh I happhh anopphhtrpphh?” He cracked the crop across her flank again, her juices practically oozing out now, her hips wiggling even more.

“Again!”