Dirty Moonsby MythrilMothChaptersFluttershy's First LoverCat's CradleThe ApologyFluttershy's First LoverFluttershy smiled as she turned on the lights, the tingling warmth of the kiss she had just shared with Bobbi Gibson still on her lips. Unlike her date with Thunderlane, which was boring and went nowhere, she felt that the thoughtful, funny, and honest bass player was definitely worth a second, maybe even a third date. He was an excellent kisser, too, not that Fluttershy had any prior experience with that. Her popularity with the boys in this world had come as a surprise; back home, stallions never really seemed interested in her. Then again, there weren't exactly a great many stallions in Ponyville, and most of them were either already spoken for or... No, such thoughts weren't very nice. Still, even as the pony who embodied kindness, Fluttershy had to admit there were certain ponies she didn't really want to have much to do with. Especially that one with the huge jelly vats. As far as she knew, he was the only outright pervert in Ponyville. When she'd begun flirting with the boys who approached her, Sunset Shimmer had taken her aside and warned her, rather bluntly, that most boys were obsessed with sex. She had also expressed stark disbelief that Fluttershy, of all girls, was the sudden object of so much attention, when the Fluttershy native to this world had never even so much as talked to a boy as far as she knew. "If any of you had become a boy magnet, I'd have thought it'd be Rarity," Sunset had said. "I hate to admit it, but she's the type, and has the looks to back it up." She'd been thinking about that a lot since then, and on the way to the concert, Fluttershy had asked Bobbi exactly why he'd chosen now to ask her out, if he'd ever asked the other Fluttershy out, and why so many boys seemed so interested in her specifically. "It's the way you carry yourself," he'd said. "The other Fluttershy slouched and kept her head down, and shied away from people." "I...I'm that way too," she'd said. "Back home, I mean." "But you, well...you carry yourself like..." He'd struggled to find the right words. "Almost like you're in love with your own body. With the way it moves. I think..." He chuckled. "Well, guys pick up on things like that, even if they're not sure what they're picking up on. The easiest way to say it is that all of a sudden, you got sexy." *In love with my own body...* Fluttershy mused. It was funny how on the mark that observation was, as ever since arriving, she had been exceptionally interested in every little detail of her body. As she had done the night before, she headed for the bedroom to undress and shower. As she entered and turned on the lights, she caught sight of herself in the full-length dressing mirror, and stopped to admire herself. Even though the clothing she had worn to the concert was far from elegant, there was a certain appeal to it. And the dyed black streaks in her hair added a hint of...something to her appearance, something she couldn't quite put a finger on. She shrugged off the denim jacket she wore and hung it up carefully in the closet. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slowly pulled off the long, shiny leather boots she wore, watching herself in the mirror as she did so. She got up to put the boots away in the closet, then turned to stand in front of the mirror. She slid her split skirt down her legs, slowly, watching the course of its progress toward the floor, attention fixed on her thighs. The sight of her own bare legs excited her. Stepping out of the skirt and kicking it aside, she stood up straight. Next, she removed her sweater, tossing it on top of the discarded skirt, leaving her clad in only her bra and panties. She studied her reflection, tilting her head this way and that, cocking a hip this way, placing a hand on her side just so. She reached up and brushed a lock of hair from her face, then gave her reflection a sultry, half-lidded stare and a seductive smile. Her face flushed. "Oh my...I really am sexy..." She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders. Slowly, she allowed the bra to fall away, exposing her breasts. She thought back to Sunset Shimmer's explanation of breasts, and how in the human world, they were more than merely a means of nursing a baby. She reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, gently pinching her small, stiff nipples. Her blush intensified. A pant of hot, heavy breath escaped her lips as she gently began to massage her breasts, playing with her nipples. She felt a warmth building in her crotch, as though she were going into estrus. Sliding her hands down her sides, she spent several seconds caressing her hips before slowly sliding her panties off. After kicking them onto the pile of clothes on the floor, she sat on the edge of the bed, still facing the mirror, and spread her legs, examining her flushed, swollen vulva. Shuddering with anticipation, she allowed the fingers of one hand to lightly trace the fever-hot flesh; she gasped at the tingle of pleasure that spread through her entire body from the soft touch. "Oh...!" For several minutes, she simply sat there, watching herself in the mirror as she lovingly caressed her own vulva, which became warmer and more swollen with every stroke. At length, she couldn't take it anymore. Trembling, she pried open her pussy lips, allowing a small trickle of fluid to escape. She stared at her clitoris, enraptured. Hand shaking, she gently grasped the nub between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a slight pinch. An indescribably intense sensation flooded her body, singing through every nerve and nearly making her fall off the bed. She doubled over, gasping for breath; sweat beaded on her brow as she hissed. Shaking, she righted herself, pulling her hair away from her face. Taking a moment to compose herself, she pressed a finger against the entrance to her love canal. Swallowing nervously, she penetrated herself, watching as her vagina swallowed her finger. She gasped in pleasure. Her pussy had clenched so tightly around her finger! Pulling it out with difficulty, she examined the long string of fluid that connected her engorged sex and her finger. She lifted her hand to her face, studying the juices that covered her finger; she sucked on the tip, savoring the taste of her own lust. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her hand to her crotch and pushed her finger back into her pussy. She panted as she forced her finger in as far as she could, then slowly pulled it back out. Fluttershy began sliding her finger in and out of herself, throwing back her head and giving a throaty moan. Without consciously thinking about it, she raised her other hand to her chest and began fondling her breast. The speed of her ministrations increased; the sound of her pussy slurping at her finger made her want to go faster, deeper, harder. After a few minutes, one finger wasn't enough anymore. She grimaced at how tight a fit two fingers were; it was much harder to push two fingers at once in as far as she wanted to, but she kept at it. Soon enough, her fingers were going in past the knuckle, and faster than she had been going with just the one finger. She cried out in rapture as she drew every scrap of pleasure, of ecstasy, out of her eager pussy. Lastly, she began rubbing her thumb against her clit, moaning long and loud as the simple stroking motion magnified her excitement, sating her sudden, unexpected lust for her own body. At last, it came: the crashing wave of pure, unbridled rapture that ripped a scream from her throat as she arched her back. Her hand, her thighs, and the bedspread were drenched in the warm, sweet love juices that flowed like honey from her pussy. She fell back onto the bed, panting; suddenly, she felt exhausted, happy, sad, and guilty all at once. Idly, she raised her slick hand before her face to examine it; the smell was overpowering. She spent a moment licking her hand clean, tasting herself. She then sat up, groaning softly, and studied herself in the mirror. She was sweaty, sticky, flushed, and her eyes were slightly glassy. She'd never seen anything more beautiful in her life than the girl in the mirror. *I guess...I really am in love with my own body,* she thought. She gave her reflection an embarrassed, coy smile, and waved sheepishly. "Hello there, sexy," she said. She giggled at her own silliness, then pushed herself to her feet and headed for the bathroom. Cat's CradleFluttershy stared in wide-eyed fright at the massive creature looming mere inches from her fuzzy little muzzle. Terrified, she scrabbled at the steps behind her, trying to escape, but her hooves would not find purchase on the smooth stone. With a panicked burst of adrenaline, she pumped her new wings, which she had yet to truly master, in an attempt to escape certain death. She shot straight up and tried to fly backwards. However, in her inexperience, she lost control and began tumbling end-over-end through the air. She felt her back collide painfully with the wall beside the door; in her panic, she twisted and pushed off with her hooves, launching herself in the direction dead opposite of safety and freedom: directly toward the ferocious pony-eating dragon. She closed her eyes and waited for death, hoping it would be swift and painless. She suddenly jerked to a stop in midair; she flapped her wings with all her might, but suddenly they seemed trapped and unable to move. *This is it, then,* she thought. *It was a nice life...* She waited for several seconds. Nothing happened. Come to think of it, the dragon wasn't even making any noise. Nervously, she opened one eye and peered around. The dragon remained motionless in the center of the room. It wasn't even looking at her. That was when she noticed something very peculiar about this particular dragon. It was made of many colors of soft wool yarn. "Huh? What the...?" In fact, now that her panic was beginning to subside, she noticed that everything in the bizarre secret basement was made from yarn. The dragon, a cloud of butterflies, a large tree, dozens of lit candles (whose flames were ALSO yarn), a large chess set, half a dozen cheerful party balloons...all told, dozens of amazing, impossible, and altogether rather frightening pieces of what could only be called knitted artwork. "What IS this?" Fluttershy wondered aloud. "Did...did the other me make all this?" It seemed likely, as there were boxes of knitting needles and balls of yarn on every surface that wasn't covered in woolly artwork. She craned her neck this way and that to determine what she had landed on. Whatever it was, it had pinned her wings. She quickly determined that she was caught in a web of loose yarn that hung suspended from the ceiling supports, anchored to and supporting most of the hanging sculptures. Her wings had become pinned against her sides, and two of her hooves were tangled in the string. "Oh, goodness," she said fretfully. "I never was very good at cat's cradle..." Swallowing nervously, she delicately began attempting to extricate herself from her wool prison. As she tugged furiously at her forehoof that was trapped, one of the larger butterflies swung toward her and whacked her in the face with enough force to spin her around. "Ouch!" she cried. A more gentle tug yielded no better results, but it did allow her to see that two of the yarn sculptures—the butterfly and a strange little pink bug creature—were connected to that particular segment of the yarn. Slowly, she began working at extricating her hind leg, keeping a way eye out to see what would move. The head of the dragon swung around to glare up at her, and she let out an involuntary gasp of fright. Distracted by the dragon, she failed to see the knit crescent moon which flew toward her like a zipliner, slamming into her flank and spinning her around hard enough to make her dizzy. Once her head stopped spinning, Fluttershy discovered that her situation had just taken a turn for the worse: somehow, the two impacts with her body had caused her to become even more entangled. The front hoof which had previously been free was now trapped above the elbow, and somehow the previously untrapped hind leg had wound up tied tightly to her other arm. "Oh...oh no..." As she hung there, the trapped parts of her body beginning to hurt, she took stock of her situation, and berated herself for not doing the sensible thing: using her previously free hoof in conjunction with her teeth to break free. Her brow furrowed; could she perhaps still bite herself loose? Fluttershy lowered her mouth to her right front hoof, intent upon biting through the yarn. Her shoulder reflexively raised the arm toward her face... She felt something tickle her vulva. She let out a panicked scream and thrashed wildly, craning her neck around and tightening most of her bonds. After nearly snapping her neck from turning it too far, she discovered that a fuzzy orange carrot the size of her (human) forearm had brushed up against her personal area. "GAH!" she cried, trying desperately to brush the offending fake vegetable away with her tail; she quickly discovered that even her tail had somehow become ensnared in a loop of yarn. From what she knew of equine anatomy, that meant her no-no parts were completely exposed and vulnerable. A mortified blush blossomed on her fuzzy face, showing clearly through her coat. "Oh, why is this...why is this happening to me?" At that moment, several things happened at once, none of which helped her situation in any way. First, some of the strings holding her hostage shifted violently, dragged down by her weight and the force of gravity. Secondly, the violent tug on the cat's cradle shifted her rear end upward, while simultaneously jarring the line holding the oversized carrot. Its rigid tip, shaped around mesh craft wire, effortlessly penetrated her and plunged itself deep into her vagina. Lastly, a green wool snake dropped down in her face; it twisted and spun as it fell and somehow wound up tail-first in her mouth. She faintly felt something inside it click, and the snake began writhing around with a barely-audible buzz. The force feedback from the writhing, vibrating snake in Fluttershy's mouth made her lurch backwards reflexively, which pushed her further onto the intruding carrot. The pressure against her insides made her lurch forward, which forced the snake almost to the back of her throat. It was then that Fluttershy came to a sickening realization. When she was still in junior high school, she had seen something she fervently wished she could unsee: some exceptionally strange, disturbing porn from Nippony. It had depicted a teenage girl being violated in every orifice by writhing, pulsating, slimy tentacles. The memory of that horrible, disgusting thing surfaced unbidden in her mind, and she suddenly knew, with a sense of near hilarity, what was happening to her right here in this bizarre secret knitting cave. *I'm being tentacle raped. By yarn.* She spat out the snake, the taste of wool foul and dry on her tongue, and tried to wiggle in such as way as to extricate the carrot from her vagina. However, her wiggling just drove it in deeper, and she cried out despite herself. While her mouth was open, the snake found its way back in. It wriggled and buzzed against her tongue. *This is just ridiculous!* She heard the secret basement door open and turned as best she could; the action pressed the wool carrot against the wall of her vagina, elicting a gasp that was muffled by the snake. Angel Bunny hopped down the steps, nose twitching. Spitting the snake out again, Fluttershy cried, "Angel! Up here! Help mMMMPH!" *How did that even get back in my mouth?!* Angel peered up at her, one ear cocked, one eyebrow raised. In a flash, he disappeared up the length of the knit dragon that encircled the room, and was up in the supports. *Oh, thank goodness.* Fluttershy felt the heat in her nethers spread to her face at being caught in such an awkward, ridiculous, and humiliating situation, but at least it would soon all be over. Angel appeared just above her, holding several loops of yarn in one paw and a knit candle in the other. He nimbly hopped down onto her back and scaled her raised rump. Fluttershy spat the snake out again. "Good boy, Angel! Now, if you could just get that nasty carrot out of—" Angel smirked at her and unceremoniously rammed the "flame" end of the knit candle into her asshole. Fluttershy let out a strangled squeak, eyes tripling in size. Her body seized up at this new invasion of her most personal space. She could only stare in shock as Angel began expertly looping and knotting lengths of yarn around the candle, the carrot, the snake, and the ceiling supports. Finally, Fluttershy found her voice. "Wh—what are you..." The grin Angel gave her was purely malevolent as he began tugging at the various lengths of yarn he held in his paws. Like marionettes, the objects that had barged into her body uninvited began to slide in and out rhythmically. She opened her mouth again to scream, to yell, to scold the bad bunny...and that darned snake ended up in her mouth again, now under Angel Bunny's control. Fluttershy tried to cry out, tried to make any sound of protest, but once again, the snake in her mouth prevented her efforts, and now, under Angel's control, it was thrusting itself against the back of her throat, tickling her uvula with its vibrating tail. The coarse yarn of the candle rubbed painfully against the lining of her anus. The girth of the carrot stretched her pussy, the scratchy wool burning now as it thrust vigorously inside her, pumping her body with every hard thrust. *Stop it...why...* She closed her eyes; tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she surrendered to her fate, praying the mean-spirited rabbit would tire of this game soon and cut her loose. And then she'd have some tasty rabbit stew. She'd heard somewhere that rabbit stew was tasty. After what felt like hours but was probably only a handful of minutes, she gave up and let instinct take over, allowing her body to react freely to what was happening to her. She bucked her hips, bit down on the snake, and let the growing heat in her nether regions pulse through her mind, ignoring the burning pain from the friction of the wool—which she now realized was becoming less intense, as the slickness of her vagina dampened the yarn. The candle up her ass still burned like hellfire, though. The carrot was no longer moving as vigorously; she reasoned that its wetness was making it harder for Angel to manipulate it. She decided to help out by thrusting violently against it, taking its entire length into herself, then pulling away as Angel pulled it out. She moaned at what she imagined was the tip of the soaking knit carrot trying to stab her in the ovaries. The snake stopped moving; she opened her mouth and let it slide out, sticky strands of saliva hanging between her mouth and the wool serpent before it wriggled out of sight into the yarn menagerie below. Fluttershy opened her eyes; she saw Angel drop down onto a knit cloud that hung inches from her face. In one paw, he was still tugging the strings that manipulated the objects in her pussy and ass. With the other, he lassoed her muzzle and pulled her toward him. Once her face rested on the warm wool surface of the cloud, he forced her mouth open and began making odd, wiggly little bunny humping motions. She realized, an instant too late, what Angel was doing. "No, don't—!" Rabbit cum spurted out, coating her nose and pooling on her tongue. The carrot and candle withdrew from her body, and she sagged limply. *This isn't what I thought life in Ponyville would be like at all...* * * * * * Angel's nose twitched irritably as he listened for any sign of the door to the pitch-black basement opening. His forepaws were tightly bound and tethered to the massive dragon. He could only hop two feet in any direction. This was intolerable. The door opened. Angel froze, raising both ears to their full length. Fluttershy trotted down the steps, a perfume bottle dangling from her mouth by its squeeze bulb. As she approached, she sprayed Angel in the face with several squirts from the perfume bottle. She then dropped it, allowing it to shatter on the concrete floor. The heady stench of female rabbit musk engulfed Angel. Without a word, Fluttershy trotted back up the steps. A few seconds later, she returned, ushering several other bunnies into the dark basement. "Have fun," she whispered. The door slammed closed with the sound of a coffin. And before the last sliver of light from upstairs was sealed away, Angel came to a horrifying realization: They were all male rabbits. The ApologySeveral days had passed since the Fall Formal, and the unbelievable, impossible, magical events of that night. The crowning of Twilight Sparkle as Fall Formal Princess. Sunset Shimmer's transformation into a demonic creature. Her attempt to enslave an army of teenagers and use them to invade the magical world of Equestria, and her defeat by Twilight Sparkle and the temporary Elements of Harmony. Rarity was leaving school when Sunset Shimmer stepped away from the giant horse statue that held the sealed portal to Equestria, eyes downcast, rubbing one arm nervously. "Umm...hey, Rarity," she said. "Oh, hello," Rarity replied frostily. The fiery-haired girl grimaced. "So, um...I know I still owe you an apology for what happened at the Spring Fling..." "Yes. You most certainly do." "Um, right...so...if there's anything I can do to make it up to you..." Sunset looked up. "If you need help with anything, or..." She trailed off. "Just...yeah." Rarity stared at her for a long time, face impassive. At length, she said, "Actually, I could use your assistance with a special fitting. If you would please, come to my place at around seven tonight." "Got it," Sunset said, a hopeful smile on her face. "I'll be there." * * * * * Carousel Boutique was closed for the evening. Sweetie Belle was upstairs, doing her homework. Rarity sat in the semi-dark shop, wrapped up in her favorite white terrycloth bathrobe, drinking tea and going over her own homework. There was a knock at the door at precisely 6:59. Rarity rose and walked to the door, unlocking it. "Hello, Sunset darling," Rarity said lightly. "Do come in." Sunset Shimmer walked into the store, looking around. "I've never actually been in here, now that I think about it," she said. "Would you care for some tea?" "Oh, yes please," Sunset said. While Rarity prepared more tea, Sunset strolled around, looking at the displays of clothing and accessories around the shop's showroom. "I know I said...some nasty things about your designs before, but you actually make some of the most beautiful clothes." Rarity smiled. "Thank you," she said simply. She walked back over to the small nook in the corner and set out the tea things, handing Sunset a cup. Sunset accepted it and sat down. "So, what is it you wanted my help with?" Sunset asked. "Oh, all in good time," Rarity said airily. "I thought we might just sit and talk a bit first." "Okay," Sunset Shimmer said with a shrug. "This tea is really good, by the way." The two girls sat and made smalltalk over tea for a time. They had been sitting around for nearly half an hour when Sunset started feeling light-headed. "Ugh," she groaned. "I don't feel so good..." "Whatever is the matter?" Rarity asked, blinking. "I think...I'm gonna faint," Sunset said. "Goodness! Do come lie down, darling, I have a divan right here..." Rarity gently ushered Sunset over to the plush divan she used for dramatic fainting emergencies. "Thank you," Sunset said as she laid down. Within seconds, she was unconscious. Just as she passed out, she thought she saw an evil smirk cross Rarity's face... * * * * * Sunset Shimmer awoke in a dimly-lit room. She could see a number of aromatic candles placed in holders around the room. Off to one side, mannequins bore half-finished dresses; there was a drawing table shoved into the corner of the room. The surface she lay upon was hard, but had been draped in a satin sheet. The touch of cool air against her bare skin told her she was naked. The rough feel of ropes against her arms, wrists, and ankles told her she was tied up. Her attempts to wriggle around, and the ensuing pain in her shoulders, elbows, and wrists—as well as the painful friction against tender parts of her bare body—told her she was EXTREMELY tied up. "What the hell?!" "Oh, you're awake. Splendid." Rarity appeared within her field of vision. "I did hope it wouldn't take too long. After all, we have so very, very much to do, and it is a school night." "What are you doing, Rarity?" Sunset Shimmer asked, struggling against the ropes binding her wrists. "Why the hell am I tied up?" "Oh, isn't it obvious?" Rarity asked. "I told you, I need your help with a fitting." An evil gleam appeared in her eyes. "I never said I'd be fitting you." She shed her bathrobe... Sunset's outraged expression was replaced by a disbelieving, annoyed flat stare. "Seriously?" she asked, tone deadpan. Rarity was clad in a burgundy leather corset, thong, thigh-high, spike-heeled boots, and full-length gloves. She raised a hand to her mouth and laughed daintily into the back of it. "Ohohohoho...my dear Sunset Shimmer, are you prepared to receive your punishment?" "You have GOT to be kidding," Sunset said. "Oh, I assure you, I am quite serious," Rarity said. She strode over to a table just on the edge of Sunset's vision and picked up a leather whip, which she lovingly caressed before unfurling it to its full length. She then stood directly in front of Sunset and reached down, cupping her chin and tilting her head up. A poisonous smile was on Rarity's lips. "Don't make me ask again...are you ready to be punished?" Sunset rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Get it out of your system." Rarity's whip bit into Sunset's butt with a loud crack. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Grimacing, Sunset amended, still in a deadpan tone, "Yes, punish me, Mistress Rarity." "Better," Rarity purred. She lifted her leg and placed her booted foot in front of Sunset. "You may kiss my boot," she said. "You may kiss my ass," Sunset replied. Rarity kicked her in the nose. "Ow! Dammit, Rarity—" "MISTRESS Rarity!" Rarity thundered. "Alright, alright, sheesh." Rolling her eyes, Sunset kissed Rarity's boot. "Very good," Rarity said. She crouched down and cupped Sunset's breast, spending a moment fondling her. "Funny, I never pegged you as gay, Rarity," Sunset said. "Oh, I'm not, I assure you," Rarity said. "I'm just putting you through what you put me through. Only, I'm not humiliating you in front of the whole school." "Sure you don't want to put a few cameras around?" Sunset quipped. Rarity gave her nipple an unnecessarily hard pinch, then rose and stepped back. "I believe you're not properly remorseful yet," Rarity said. "Also, you're running your mouth far too much." She reached over to that small table once again and picked something up; as she stepped closer, Sunset realized it was a large hard rubber cock. With a sinister smile, Rarity crouched down again. She grabbed Sunset's hair, yanked her head back painfully, and forced the toy into her mouth. Sunset cried out from the pain and the pressure of having her hair yanked and her mouth violated. Rarity furiously began pounding the dildo against the back of Sunset's throat, eliciting whimpers from the former bully. After far too long, Rarity removed the rubber cock from Sunset's mouth and released her hair. Sunset's head fell forward; she coughed and spat out a large gob of saliva. "Messy girl!" Rarity chided, slapping Sunset across the face with the dildo. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "Fuck you," Sunset snarled. Rarity walked around behind Sunset, raised her hand, and smacked the bound girl's ass as hard as she could. "I didn't quite catch that." Sunset rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry." *SMACK* "AGAIN!" "I'm sorry!" *SMACK* "AGAIN!" "I said I'm sorry!" Tears were gathering in Sunset's eyes; her butt was starting to sting. But Rarity wasn't done yet. She kept slapping Sunset's rear, harder and faster. As she did so, she let out loud, whooping peals of sadistic laughter. The tears streamed down Sunset's cheeks as ten, then twenty, and twenty more strikes fell upon her bottom, Rarity's laughter becoming louder and more ragged the longer it went on. At last, Rarity seemed to have tired herself out. The spanking ended, and Rarity's laughter died down. "Oh, gracious me," she said. "Your perfectly adorable little bottom is so red it's practically glowing." "Can I go now?" Sunset whimpered. "Oh, I'm not quite through with you yet, darling," Rarity said lightly. She adjusted Sunset's ropes; Sunset felt herself roll off the table and thump painfully on the floor, landing on her back. Sunset grimaced and fought back a whimper as Rarity dug her spiked heel into Sunset's crotch. "As a matter of fact, I haven't even started yet." "Aren't you carrying this a little too far?" Sunset asked. "Hmm, let me think," Rarity said. She tapped a gloved finger against her cheek, looking up at the ceiling in a show of deep contemplation. "You destroyed multiple friendships, forced the entire student body to segregate into cliques you could easily control, forged texts and e-mails, hurt everyone's feelings, terrorized the school, publically humiliated my sister and I, humiliated Twilight Sparkle, trashed the gym, stole a magical artifact from another world, turned into a demon, brainwashed half the school, and basically up until last week you were the single biggest bitch that ever walked the halls of Canterlot High School." She looked down at Sunset. "Now, you tell me. Have you been punished enough yet?" Sunset sighed, closing her eyes. "You're right. I...I deserve whatever you're planning to do to me." She frowned, then added, "Just don't pee on me or anything like that." Rarity's nose wrinkled. "Please, that's just disgusting." She unfurled her whip and snapped it against Sunset's stomach. "Call me queen." "Queen...Rarity," Sunset said. Rarity whipped her again. "Your body belongs to your queen. SAY IT!" "My body...belongs to you, Queen Rarity." Rarity's whip struck Sunset's vulva, making her cry out. "Your soul belongs to your queen. SAY IT!!" "My s-soul...belongs to you, Queen Rarity." Again, Rarity whipped Sunset in the pussy. "Declare your undying love for your queen!" "I...l-love you, Queen Rarity..." Rarity smiled. "Now, tell your queen...are you a virgin?" Sunset closed her eyes, grimacing in pain. "No, Queen Rarity," she said. "Oh? So you dare to present a slutty, despoiled pussy to your queen?" Sunset was crying now. "I only...with Flash...to keep him in line." Rarity raised an eyebrow. "You were fucking Flash Sentry, and he still left you?" Sunset sniffled. "I...I was too much of a b-bitch...he decided the sex w-wasn't worth putting up with m-me..." "I see." Rarity laid down her whip, crouched down over Sunset, and caressed her cheek tenderly. "You poor thing. How wretched you must be," she said. "Yes...I'm wretched..." "Shh..." Rarity pulled Sunset up into an embrace and licked the tears from her eyes, then gave her a soft, tender kiss. "You're a good girl. Your queen is proud of you." Sunset said nothing. She just sniffled as Rarity laid her back down and rolled her over, positioning her so that her bottom was raised up and her legs were spread. "I'll be retiring upstairs in just a moment," Rarity said. "You will remain here for the night. Rest well." Sunset blinked. "Wait, you're just going to leave me tied up naked on the floor? All night?" "Well, yes. Oh, but don't worry. You'll have company." "Company?" Rarity walked back into view; Sunset looked up to see her removing something else from that small, high table. Rarity squatted down before her and showed her two glistening plastic objects, one very large, one very small, both trailing wires connected to small switchboxes. Flashing her a pleasant smile, Rarity walked back around behind her. Sunset flinched as Rarity rubbed the tip of the large dildo against her vulva. She heard a buzzing sound, and felt the device vibrating against her tender flesh. She let out a hiss of breath as Rarity inserted the considerable length of the toy into her pussy; it buzzed inside her, giving rise to a feverish heat within her body. Then, she felt the smaller vibrator circle the rim of her anus. "Oh God...Rarity, please don't," she moaned. "That's Queen Rarity," Rarity admonished lightly as she pushed the little vibrator into Sunset's asshole and turned it on. "Pleasant dreams, darling." Sunset heard the click of Rarity's bootheels as the other girl circled the room, blowing out the candles, leaving a dim hanging lamp as the only source of light in the small room. The door closed; the faint click of those damnable heels faded away, replaced only by the muffled buzzing of the two vibrators inside her, and her own soft, strained whimpers and moans. * * * * * Rarity sat at her study desk, nude, with the lights turned off; she intently watched the live feed from the camera she'd hidden in the small room. Her speakers were turned down, but she could still hear Sunset Shimmer's whimpers and moans as the two vibrators worked their magic. Rarity masturbated as she watched, breathing raggedly. Neither girl went to sleep until three in the morning. * * * * * Rarity, Sweetie Belle, and Sunset Shimmer left Carousel Boutique for school the next day. Sweetie Belle was surprised when Sunset emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in one of Rarity's robes; she had been unaware the girl had even been at their place. Rarity had explained that they'd sat up talking too late, and Sunset had simply been too tired to walk home. Sunset Shimmer, wearing a brand new outfit Rarity had given her, leaned close to the fashion designer as they walked. "I really am sorry for what I did to you," she whispered. "You and everyone else." "Apology accepted," Rarity replied. "Oh, one more thing." "Hmm?" "You even think of pulling a stunt like that ever again, and I promise you'll get an up-close and personal view of bukkake." "Gah," Rarity replied, pulling a disgusted face. "Oh, and could I have that vibrator? It was ten times better than Flash Sentry ever was." "Sure," Rarity replied. "I have plenty."
Fluttershy's First LoverFluttershy smiled as she turned on the lights, the tingling warmth of the kiss she had just shared with Bobbi Gibson still on her lips. Unlike her date with Thunderlane, which was boring and went nowhere, she felt that the thoughtful, funny, and honest bass player was definitely worth a second, maybe even a third date. He was an excellent kisser, too, not that Fluttershy had any prior experience with that. Her popularity with the boys in this world had come as a surprise; back home, stallions never really seemed interested in her. Then again, there weren't exactly a great many stallions in Ponyville, and most of them were either already spoken for or... No, such thoughts weren't very nice. Still, even as the pony who embodied kindness, Fluttershy had to admit there were certain ponies she didn't really want to have much to do with. Especially that one with the huge jelly vats. As far as she knew, he was the only outright pervert in Ponyville. When she'd begun flirting with the boys who approached her, Sunset Shimmer had taken her aside and warned her, rather bluntly, that most boys were obsessed with sex. She had also expressed stark disbelief that Fluttershy, of all girls, was the sudden object of so much attention, when the Fluttershy native to this world had never even so much as talked to a boy as far as she knew. "If any of you had become a boy magnet, I'd have thought it'd be Rarity," Sunset had said. "I hate to admit it, but she's the type, and has the looks to back it up." She'd been thinking about that a lot since then, and on the way to the concert, Fluttershy had asked Bobbi exactly why he'd chosen now to ask her out, if he'd ever asked the other Fluttershy out, and why so many boys seemed so interested in her specifically. "It's the way you carry yourself," he'd said. "The other Fluttershy slouched and kept her head down, and shied away from people." "I...I'm that way too," she'd said. "Back home, I mean." "But you, well...you carry yourself like..." He'd struggled to find the right words. "Almost like you're in love with your own body. With the way it moves. I think..." He chuckled. "Well, guys pick up on things like that, even if they're not sure what they're picking up on. The easiest way to say it is that all of a sudden, you got sexy." *In love with my own body...* Fluttershy mused. It was funny how on the mark that observation was, as ever since arriving, she had been exceptionally interested in every little detail of her body. As she had done the night before, she headed for the bedroom to undress and shower. As she entered and turned on the lights, she caught sight of herself in the full-length dressing mirror, and stopped to admire herself. Even though the clothing she had worn to the concert was far from elegant, there was a certain appeal to it. And the dyed black streaks in her hair added a hint of...something to her appearance, something she couldn't quite put a finger on. She shrugged off the denim jacket she wore and hung it up carefully in the closet. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slowly pulled off the long, shiny leather boots she wore, watching herself in the mirror as she did so. She got up to put the boots away in the closet, then turned to stand in front of the mirror. She slid her split skirt down her legs, slowly, watching the course of its progress toward the floor, attention fixed on her thighs. The sight of her own bare legs excited her. Stepping out of the skirt and kicking it aside, she stood up straight. Next, she removed her sweater, tossing it on top of the discarded skirt, leaving her clad in only her bra and panties. She studied her reflection, tilting her head this way and that, cocking a hip this way, placing a hand on her side just so. She reached up and brushed a lock of hair from her face, then gave her reflection a sultry, half-lidded stare and a seductive smile. Her face flushed. "Oh my...I really am sexy..." She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders. Slowly, she allowed the bra to fall away, exposing her breasts. She thought back to Sunset Shimmer's explanation of breasts, and how in the human world, they were more than merely a means of nursing a baby. She reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, gently pinching her small, stiff nipples. Her blush intensified. A pant of hot, heavy breath escaped her lips as she gently began to massage her breasts, playing with her nipples. She felt a warmth building in her crotch, as though she were going into estrus. Sliding her hands down her sides, she spent several seconds caressing her hips before slowly sliding her panties off. After kicking them onto the pile of clothes on the floor, she sat on the edge of the bed, still facing the mirror, and spread her legs, examining her flushed, swollen vulva. Shuddering with anticipation, she allowed the fingers of one hand to lightly trace the fever-hot flesh; she gasped at the tingle of pleasure that spread through her entire body from the soft touch. "Oh...!" For several minutes, she simply sat there, watching herself in the mirror as she lovingly caressed her own vulva, which became warmer and more swollen with every stroke. At length, she couldn't take it anymore. Trembling, she pried open her pussy lips, allowing a small trickle of fluid to escape. She stared at her clitoris, enraptured. Hand shaking, she gently grasped the nub between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a slight pinch. An indescribably intense sensation flooded her body, singing through every nerve and nearly making her fall off the bed. She doubled over, gasping for breath; sweat beaded on her brow as she hissed. Shaking, she righted herself, pulling her hair away from her face. Taking a moment to compose herself, she pressed a finger against the entrance to her love canal. Swallowing nervously, she penetrated herself, watching as her vagina swallowed her finger. She gasped in pleasure. Her pussy had clenched so tightly around her finger! Pulling it out with difficulty, she examined the long string of fluid that connected her engorged sex and her finger. She lifted her hand to her face, studying the juices that covered her finger; she sucked on the tip, savoring the taste of her own lust. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her hand to her crotch and pushed her finger back into her pussy. She panted as she forced her finger in as far as she could, then slowly pulled it back out. Fluttershy began sliding her finger in and out of herself, throwing back her head and giving a throaty moan. Without consciously thinking about it, she raised her other hand to her chest and began fondling her breast. The speed of her ministrations increased; the sound of her pussy slurping at her finger made her want to go faster, deeper, harder. After a few minutes, one finger wasn't enough anymore. She grimaced at how tight a fit two fingers were; it was much harder to push two fingers at once in as far as she wanted to, but she kept at it. Soon enough, her fingers were going in past the knuckle, and faster than she had been going with just the one finger. She cried out in rapture as she drew every scrap of pleasure, of ecstasy, out of her eager pussy. Lastly, she began rubbing her thumb against her clit, moaning long and loud as the simple stroking motion magnified her excitement, sating her sudden, unexpected lust for her own body. At last, it came: the crashing wave of pure, unbridled rapture that ripped a scream from her throat as she arched her back. Her hand, her thighs, and the bedspread were drenched in the warm, sweet love juices that flowed like honey from her pussy. She fell back onto the bed, panting; suddenly, she felt exhausted, happy, sad, and guilty all at once. Idly, she raised her slick hand before her face to examine it; the smell was overpowering. She spent a moment licking her hand clean, tasting herself. She then sat up, groaning softly, and studied herself in the mirror. She was sweaty, sticky, flushed, and her eyes were slightly glassy. She'd never seen anything more beautiful in her life than the girl in the mirror. *I guess...I really am in love with my own body,* she thought. She gave her reflection an embarrassed, coy smile, and waved sheepishly. "Hello there, sexy," she said. She giggled at her own silliness, then pushed herself to her feet and headed for the bathroom.
Cat's CradleFluttershy stared in wide-eyed fright at the massive creature looming mere inches from her fuzzy little muzzle. Terrified, she scrabbled at the steps behind her, trying to escape, but her hooves would not find purchase on the smooth stone. With a panicked burst of adrenaline, she pumped her new wings, which she had yet to truly master, in an attempt to escape certain death. She shot straight up and tried to fly backwards. However, in her inexperience, she lost control and began tumbling end-over-end through the air. She felt her back collide painfully with the wall beside the door; in her panic, she twisted and pushed off with her hooves, launching herself in the direction dead opposite of safety and freedom: directly toward the ferocious pony-eating dragon. She closed her eyes and waited for death, hoping it would be swift and painless. She suddenly jerked to a stop in midair; she flapped her wings with all her might, but suddenly they seemed trapped and unable to move. *This is it, then,* she thought. *It was a nice life...* She waited for several seconds. Nothing happened. Come to think of it, the dragon wasn't even making any noise. Nervously, she opened one eye and peered around. The dragon remained motionless in the center of the room. It wasn't even looking at her. That was when she noticed something very peculiar about this particular dragon. It was made of many colors of soft wool yarn. "Huh? What the...?" In fact, now that her panic was beginning to subside, she noticed that everything in the bizarre secret basement was made from yarn. The dragon, a cloud of butterflies, a large tree, dozens of lit candles (whose flames were ALSO yarn), a large chess set, half a dozen cheerful party balloons...all told, dozens of amazing, impossible, and altogether rather frightening pieces of what could only be called knitted artwork. "What IS this?" Fluttershy wondered aloud. "Did...did the other me make all this?" It seemed likely, as there were boxes of knitting needles and balls of yarn on every surface that wasn't covered in woolly artwork. She craned her neck this way and that to determine what she had landed on. Whatever it was, it had pinned her wings. She quickly determined that she was caught in a web of loose yarn that hung suspended from the ceiling supports, anchored to and supporting most of the hanging sculptures. Her wings had become pinned against her sides, and two of her hooves were tangled in the string. "Oh, goodness," she said fretfully. "I never was very good at cat's cradle..." Swallowing nervously, she delicately began attempting to extricate herself from her wool prison. As she tugged furiously at her forehoof that was trapped, one of the larger butterflies swung toward her and whacked her in the face with enough force to spin her around. "Ouch!" she cried. A more gentle tug yielded no better results, but it did allow her to see that two of the yarn sculptures—the butterfly and a strange little pink bug creature—were connected to that particular segment of the yarn. Slowly, she began working at extricating her hind leg, keeping a way eye out to see what would move. The head of the dragon swung around to glare up at her, and she let out an involuntary gasp of fright. Distracted by the dragon, she failed to see the knit crescent moon which flew toward her like a zipliner, slamming into her flank and spinning her around hard enough to make her dizzy. Once her head stopped spinning, Fluttershy discovered that her situation had just taken a turn for the worse: somehow, the two impacts with her body had caused her to become even more entangled. The front hoof which had previously been free was now trapped above the elbow, and somehow the previously untrapped hind leg had wound up tied tightly to her other arm. "Oh...oh no..." As she hung there, the trapped parts of her body beginning to hurt, she took stock of her situation, and berated herself for not doing the sensible thing: using her previously free hoof in conjunction with her teeth to break free. Her brow furrowed; could she perhaps still bite herself loose? Fluttershy lowered her mouth to her right front hoof, intent upon biting through the yarn. Her shoulder reflexively raised the arm toward her face... She felt something tickle her vulva. She let out a panicked scream and thrashed wildly, craning her neck around and tightening most of her bonds. After nearly snapping her neck from turning it too far, she discovered that a fuzzy orange carrot the size of her (human) forearm had brushed up against her personal area. "GAH!" she cried, trying desperately to brush the offending fake vegetable away with her tail; she quickly discovered that even her tail had somehow become ensnared in a loop of yarn. From what she knew of equine anatomy, that meant her no-no parts were completely exposed and vulnerable. A mortified blush blossomed on her fuzzy face, showing clearly through her coat. "Oh, why is this...why is this happening to me?" At that moment, several things happened at once, none of which helped her situation in any way. First, some of the strings holding her hostage shifted violently, dragged down by her weight and the force of gravity. Secondly, the violent tug on the cat's cradle shifted her rear end upward, while simultaneously jarring the line holding the oversized carrot. Its rigid tip, shaped around mesh craft wire, effortlessly penetrated her and plunged itself deep into her vagina. Lastly, a green wool snake dropped down in her face; it twisted and spun as it fell and somehow wound up tail-first in her mouth. She faintly felt something inside it click, and the snake began writhing around with a barely-audible buzz. The force feedback from the writhing, vibrating snake in Fluttershy's mouth made her lurch backwards reflexively, which pushed her further onto the intruding carrot. The pressure against her insides made her lurch forward, which forced the snake almost to the back of her throat. It was then that Fluttershy came to a sickening realization. When she was still in junior high school, she had seen something she fervently wished she could unsee: some exceptionally strange, disturbing porn from Nippony. It had depicted a teenage girl being violated in every orifice by writhing, pulsating, slimy tentacles. The memory of that horrible, disgusting thing surfaced unbidden in her mind, and she suddenly knew, with a sense of near hilarity, what was happening to her right here in this bizarre secret knitting cave. *I'm being tentacle raped. By yarn.* She spat out the snake, the taste of wool foul and dry on her tongue, and tried to wiggle in such as way as to extricate the carrot from her vagina. However, her wiggling just drove it in deeper, and she cried out despite herself. While her mouth was open, the snake found its way back in. It wriggled and buzzed against her tongue. *This is just ridiculous!* She heard the secret basement door open and turned as best she could; the action pressed the wool carrot against the wall of her vagina, elicting a gasp that was muffled by the snake. Angel Bunny hopped down the steps, nose twitching. Spitting the snake out again, Fluttershy cried, "Angel! Up here! Help mMMMPH!" *How did that even get back in my mouth?!* Angel peered up at her, one ear cocked, one eyebrow raised. In a flash, he disappeared up the length of the knit dragon that encircled the room, and was up in the supports. *Oh, thank goodness.* Fluttershy felt the heat in her nethers spread to her face at being caught in such an awkward, ridiculous, and humiliating situation, but at least it would soon all be over. Angel appeared just above her, holding several loops of yarn in one paw and a knit candle in the other. He nimbly hopped down onto her back and scaled her raised rump. Fluttershy spat the snake out again. "Good boy, Angel! Now, if you could just get that nasty carrot out of—" Angel smirked at her and unceremoniously rammed the "flame" end of the knit candle into her asshole. Fluttershy let out a strangled squeak, eyes tripling in size. Her body seized up at this new invasion of her most personal space. She could only stare in shock as Angel began expertly looping and knotting lengths of yarn around the candle, the carrot, the snake, and the ceiling supports. Finally, Fluttershy found her voice. "Wh—what are you..." The grin Angel gave her was purely malevolent as he began tugging at the various lengths of yarn he held in his paws. Like marionettes, the objects that had barged into her body uninvited began to slide in and out rhythmically. She opened her mouth again to scream, to yell, to scold the bad bunny...and that darned snake ended up in her mouth again, now under Angel Bunny's control. Fluttershy tried to cry out, tried to make any sound of protest, but once again, the snake in her mouth prevented her efforts, and now, under Angel's control, it was thrusting itself against the back of her throat, tickling her uvula with its vibrating tail. The coarse yarn of the candle rubbed painfully against the lining of her anus. The girth of the carrot stretched her pussy, the scratchy wool burning now as it thrust vigorously inside her, pumping her body with every hard thrust. *Stop it...why...* She closed her eyes; tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she surrendered to her fate, praying the mean-spirited rabbit would tire of this game soon and cut her loose. And then she'd have some tasty rabbit stew. She'd heard somewhere that rabbit stew was tasty. After what felt like hours but was probably only a handful of minutes, she gave up and let instinct take over, allowing her body to react freely to what was happening to her. She bucked her hips, bit down on the snake, and let the growing heat in her nether regions pulse through her mind, ignoring the burning pain from the friction of the wool—which she now realized was becoming less intense, as the slickness of her vagina dampened the yarn. The candle up her ass still burned like hellfire, though. The carrot was no longer moving as vigorously; she reasoned that its wetness was making it harder for Angel to manipulate it. She decided to help out by thrusting violently against it, taking its entire length into herself, then pulling away as Angel pulled it out. She moaned at what she imagined was the tip of the soaking knit carrot trying to stab her in the ovaries. The snake stopped moving; she opened her mouth and let it slide out, sticky strands of saliva hanging between her mouth and the wool serpent before it wriggled out of sight into the yarn menagerie below. Fluttershy opened her eyes; she saw Angel drop down onto a knit cloud that hung inches from her face. In one paw, he was still tugging the strings that manipulated the objects in her pussy and ass. With the other, he lassoed her muzzle and pulled her toward him. Once her face rested on the warm wool surface of the cloud, he forced her mouth open and began making odd, wiggly little bunny humping motions. She realized, an instant too late, what Angel was doing. "No, don't—!" Rabbit cum spurted out, coating her nose and pooling on her tongue. The carrot and candle withdrew from her body, and she sagged limply. *This isn't what I thought life in Ponyville would be like at all...* * * * * * Angel's nose twitched irritably as he listened for any sign of the door to the pitch-black basement opening. His forepaws were tightly bound and tethered to the massive dragon. He could only hop two feet in any direction. This was intolerable. The door opened. Angel froze, raising both ears to their full length. Fluttershy trotted down the steps, a perfume bottle dangling from her mouth by its squeeze bulb. As she approached, she sprayed Angel in the face with several squirts from the perfume bottle. She then dropped it, allowing it to shatter on the concrete floor. The heady stench of female rabbit musk engulfed Angel. Without a word, Fluttershy trotted back up the steps. A few seconds later, she returned, ushering several other bunnies into the dark basement. "Have fun," she whispered. The door slammed closed with the sound of a coffin. And before the last sliver of light from upstairs was sealed away, Angel came to a horrifying realization: They were all male rabbits.
The ApologySeveral days had passed since the Fall Formal, and the unbelievable, impossible, magical events of that night. The crowning of Twilight Sparkle as Fall Formal Princess. Sunset Shimmer's transformation into a demonic creature. Her attempt to enslave an army of teenagers and use them to invade the magical world of Equestria, and her defeat by Twilight Sparkle and the temporary Elements of Harmony. Rarity was leaving school when Sunset Shimmer stepped away from the giant horse statue that held the sealed portal to Equestria, eyes downcast, rubbing one arm nervously. "Umm...hey, Rarity," she said. "Oh, hello," Rarity replied frostily. The fiery-haired girl grimaced. "So, um...I know I still owe you an apology for what happened at the Spring Fling..." "Yes. You most certainly do." "Um, right...so...if there's anything I can do to make it up to you..." Sunset looked up. "If you need help with anything, or..." She trailed off. "Just...yeah." Rarity stared at her for a long time, face impassive. At length, she said, "Actually, I could use your assistance with a special fitting. If you would please, come to my place at around seven tonight." "Got it," Sunset said, a hopeful smile on her face. "I'll be there." * * * * * Carousel Boutique was closed for the evening. Sweetie Belle was upstairs, doing her homework. Rarity sat in the semi-dark shop, wrapped up in her favorite white terrycloth bathrobe, drinking tea and going over her own homework. There was a knock at the door at precisely 6:59. Rarity rose and walked to the door, unlocking it. "Hello, Sunset darling," Rarity said lightly. "Do come in." Sunset Shimmer walked into the store, looking around. "I've never actually been in here, now that I think about it," she said. "Would you care for some tea?" "Oh, yes please," Sunset said. While Rarity prepared more tea, Sunset strolled around, looking at the displays of clothing and accessories around the shop's showroom. "I know I said...some nasty things about your designs before, but you actually make some of the most beautiful clothes." Rarity smiled. "Thank you," she said simply. She walked back over to the small nook in the corner and set out the tea things, handing Sunset a cup. Sunset accepted it and sat down. "So, what is it you wanted my help with?" Sunset asked. "Oh, all in good time," Rarity said airily. "I thought we might just sit and talk a bit first." "Okay," Sunset Shimmer said with a shrug. "This tea is really good, by the way." The two girls sat and made smalltalk over tea for a time. They had been sitting around for nearly half an hour when Sunset started feeling light-headed. "Ugh," she groaned. "I don't feel so good..." "Whatever is the matter?" Rarity asked, blinking. "I think...I'm gonna faint," Sunset said. "Goodness! Do come lie down, darling, I have a divan right here..." Rarity gently ushered Sunset over to the plush divan she used for dramatic fainting emergencies. "Thank you," Sunset said as she laid down. Within seconds, she was unconscious. Just as she passed out, she thought she saw an evil smirk cross Rarity's face... * * * * * Sunset Shimmer awoke in a dimly-lit room. She could see a number of aromatic candles placed in holders around the room. Off to one side, mannequins bore half-finished dresses; there was a drawing table shoved into the corner of the room. The surface she lay upon was hard, but had been draped in a satin sheet. The touch of cool air against her bare skin told her she was naked. The rough feel of ropes against her arms, wrists, and ankles told her she was tied up. Her attempts to wriggle around, and the ensuing pain in her shoulders, elbows, and wrists—as well as the painful friction against tender parts of her bare body—told her she was EXTREMELY tied up. "What the hell?!" "Oh, you're awake. Splendid." Rarity appeared within her field of vision. "I did hope it wouldn't take too long. After all, we have so very, very much to do, and it is a school night." "What are you doing, Rarity?" Sunset Shimmer asked, struggling against the ropes binding her wrists. "Why the hell am I tied up?" "Oh, isn't it obvious?" Rarity asked. "I told you, I need your help with a fitting." An evil gleam appeared in her eyes. "I never said I'd be fitting you." She shed her bathrobe... Sunset's outraged expression was replaced by a disbelieving, annoyed flat stare. "Seriously?" she asked, tone deadpan. Rarity was clad in a burgundy leather corset, thong, thigh-high, spike-heeled boots, and full-length gloves. She raised a hand to her mouth and laughed daintily into the back of it. "Ohohohoho...my dear Sunset Shimmer, are you prepared to receive your punishment?" "You have GOT to be kidding," Sunset said. "Oh, I assure you, I am quite serious," Rarity said. She strode over to a table just on the edge of Sunset's vision and picked up a leather whip, which she lovingly caressed before unfurling it to its full length. She then stood directly in front of Sunset and reached down, cupping her chin and tilting her head up. A poisonous smile was on Rarity's lips. "Don't make me ask again...are you ready to be punished?" Sunset rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Get it out of your system." Rarity's whip bit into Sunset's butt with a loud crack. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Grimacing, Sunset amended, still in a deadpan tone, "Yes, punish me, Mistress Rarity." "Better," Rarity purred. She lifted her leg and placed her booted foot in front of Sunset. "You may kiss my boot," she said. "You may kiss my ass," Sunset replied. Rarity kicked her in the nose. "Ow! Dammit, Rarity—" "MISTRESS Rarity!" Rarity thundered. "Alright, alright, sheesh." Rolling her eyes, Sunset kissed Rarity's boot. "Very good," Rarity said. She crouched down and cupped Sunset's breast, spending a moment fondling her. "Funny, I never pegged you as gay, Rarity," Sunset said. "Oh, I'm not, I assure you," Rarity said. "I'm just putting you through what you put me through. Only, I'm not humiliating you in front of the whole school." "Sure you don't want to put a few cameras around?" Sunset quipped. Rarity gave her nipple an unnecessarily hard pinch, then rose and stepped back. "I believe you're not properly remorseful yet," Rarity said. "Also, you're running your mouth far too much." She reached over to that small table once again and picked something up; as she stepped closer, Sunset realized it was a large hard rubber cock. With a sinister smile, Rarity crouched down again. She grabbed Sunset's hair, yanked her head back painfully, and forced the toy into her mouth. Sunset cried out from the pain and the pressure of having her hair yanked and her mouth violated. Rarity furiously began pounding the dildo against the back of Sunset's throat, eliciting whimpers from the former bully. After far too long, Rarity removed the rubber cock from Sunset's mouth and released her hair. Sunset's head fell forward; she coughed and spat out a large gob of saliva. "Messy girl!" Rarity chided, slapping Sunset across the face with the dildo. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "Fuck you," Sunset snarled. Rarity walked around behind Sunset, raised her hand, and smacked the bound girl's ass as hard as she could. "I didn't quite catch that." Sunset rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry." *SMACK* "AGAIN!" "I'm sorry!" *SMACK* "AGAIN!" "I said I'm sorry!" Tears were gathering in Sunset's eyes; her butt was starting to sting. But Rarity wasn't done yet. She kept slapping Sunset's rear, harder and faster. As she did so, she let out loud, whooping peals of sadistic laughter. The tears streamed down Sunset's cheeks as ten, then twenty, and twenty more strikes fell upon her bottom, Rarity's laughter becoming louder and more ragged the longer it went on. At last, Rarity seemed to have tired herself out. The spanking ended, and Rarity's laughter died down. "Oh, gracious me," she said. "Your perfectly adorable little bottom is so red it's practically glowing." "Can I go now?" Sunset whimpered. "Oh, I'm not quite through with you yet, darling," Rarity said lightly. She adjusted Sunset's ropes; Sunset felt herself roll off the table and thump painfully on the floor, landing on her back. Sunset grimaced and fought back a whimper as Rarity dug her spiked heel into Sunset's crotch. "As a matter of fact, I haven't even started yet." "Aren't you carrying this a little too far?" Sunset asked. "Hmm, let me think," Rarity said. She tapped a gloved finger against her cheek, looking up at the ceiling in a show of deep contemplation. "You destroyed multiple friendships, forced the entire student body to segregate into cliques you could easily control, forged texts and e-mails, hurt everyone's feelings, terrorized the school, publically humiliated my sister and I, humiliated Twilight Sparkle, trashed the gym, stole a magical artifact from another world, turned into a demon, brainwashed half the school, and basically up until last week you were the single biggest bitch that ever walked the halls of Canterlot High School." She looked down at Sunset. "Now, you tell me. Have you been punished enough yet?" Sunset sighed, closing her eyes. "You're right. I...I deserve whatever you're planning to do to me." She frowned, then added, "Just don't pee on me or anything like that." Rarity's nose wrinkled. "Please, that's just disgusting." She unfurled her whip and snapped it against Sunset's stomach. "Call me queen." "Queen...Rarity," Sunset said. Rarity whipped her again. "Your body belongs to your queen. SAY IT!" "My body...belongs to you, Queen Rarity." Rarity's whip struck Sunset's vulva, making her cry out. "Your soul belongs to your queen. SAY IT!!" "My s-soul...belongs to you, Queen Rarity." Again, Rarity whipped Sunset in the pussy. "Declare your undying love for your queen!" "I...l-love you, Queen Rarity..." Rarity smiled. "Now, tell your queen...are you a virgin?" Sunset closed her eyes, grimacing in pain. "No, Queen Rarity," she said. "Oh? So you dare to present a slutty, despoiled pussy to your queen?" Sunset was crying now. "I only...with Flash...to keep him in line." Rarity raised an eyebrow. "You were fucking Flash Sentry, and he still left you?" Sunset sniffled. "I...I was too much of a b-bitch...he decided the sex w-wasn't worth putting up with m-me..." "I see." Rarity laid down her whip, crouched down over Sunset, and caressed her cheek tenderly. "You poor thing. How wretched you must be," she said. "Yes...I'm wretched..." "Shh..." Rarity pulled Sunset up into an embrace and licked the tears from her eyes, then gave her a soft, tender kiss. "You're a good girl. Your queen is proud of you." Sunset said nothing. She just sniffled as Rarity laid her back down and rolled her over, positioning her so that her bottom was raised up and her legs were spread. "I'll be retiring upstairs in just a moment," Rarity said. "You will remain here for the night. Rest well." Sunset blinked. "Wait, you're just going to leave me tied up naked on the floor? All night?" "Well, yes. Oh, but don't worry. You'll have company." "Company?" Rarity walked back into view; Sunset looked up to see her removing something else from that small, high table. Rarity squatted down before her and showed her two glistening plastic objects, one very large, one very small, both trailing wires connected to small switchboxes. Flashing her a pleasant smile, Rarity walked back around behind her. Sunset flinched as Rarity rubbed the tip of the large dildo against her vulva. She heard a buzzing sound, and felt the device vibrating against her tender flesh. She let out a hiss of breath as Rarity inserted the considerable length of the toy into her pussy; it buzzed inside her, giving rise to a feverish heat within her body. Then, she felt the smaller vibrator circle the rim of her anus. "Oh God...Rarity, please don't," she moaned. "That's Queen Rarity," Rarity admonished lightly as she pushed the little vibrator into Sunset's asshole and turned it on. "Pleasant dreams, darling." Sunset heard the click of Rarity's bootheels as the other girl circled the room, blowing out the candles, leaving a dim hanging lamp as the only source of light in the small room. The door closed; the faint click of those damnable heels faded away, replaced only by the muffled buzzing of the two vibrators inside her, and her own soft, strained whimpers and moans. * * * * * Rarity sat at her study desk, nude, with the lights turned off; she intently watched the live feed from the camera she'd hidden in the small room. Her speakers were turned down, but she could still hear Sunset Shimmer's whimpers and moans as the two vibrators worked their magic. Rarity masturbated as she watched, breathing raggedly. Neither girl went to sleep until three in the morning. * * * * * Rarity, Sweetie Belle, and Sunset Shimmer left Carousel Boutique for school the next day. Sweetie Belle was surprised when Sunset emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in one of Rarity's robes; she had been unaware the girl had even been at their place. Rarity had explained that they'd sat up talking too late, and Sunset had simply been too tired to walk home. Sunset Shimmer, wearing a brand new outfit Rarity had given her, leaned close to the fashion designer as they walked. "I really am sorry for what I did to you," she whispered. "You and everyone else." "Apology accepted," Rarity replied. "Oh, one more thing." "Hmm?" "You even think of pulling a stunt like that ever again, and I promise you'll get an up-close and personal view of bukkake." "Gah," Rarity replied, pulling a disgusted face. "Oh, and could I have that vibrator? It was ten times better than Flash Sentry ever was." "Sure," Rarity replied. "I have plenty."
