The Error of Her Ways

by Kleora

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Dark
Length: 9499

Spitfire and Rainbow Dash have had enough of Lightning Dust's reckless and cocky attitude, so together they set about teaching her a lesson- regardless of whether she wants it or not.

[size=14][WARNING][/size]

[size=13]Contains F/F/F, F/F, rape, toys, orgasm denial and BDSM. If you don’t like clop, non-con, bondage, or lesbian cartoon ponies, then I suggest you look elsewhere for your oh-so-sweet fix of pone-pone.[/size]

[size=13][Part One is merely story building, if you’re only interesting in the clop, wait for Part Two.][/size]

Spitfire, less than impressed with Lightning Dust’s recent behaviour and conduct at the Wonderbolt Academy, decides to resort to extreme measures to reform the reckless and cocky Pegasus. After enlisting the help of Rainbow Dash, the two set about educating Lightning Dust on how obeying the rules can better everypony’s lives.

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Thanks to Neko Majin C for the help editing! Turns out writing and drinking don't make for coherent pony words. [/size]

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-18 01:06:35 UTC

Part One

As Rainbow Dash shot into the sky with a cry of triumph, the wheels in Spitfire’s mind began to turn.

What Lightning Dust had done was inexcusable. She had endangered multiple pony’s lives, practiced reckless behaviour, and caused somepony with the most raw talent that Spitfire had ever to seen to nearly drop out. But that wasn't the worst of what she had done, oh no. The worst was that she, the insolent little pony, had embarrassed Spitfire. She had undermined her authority, and made Spitfire look bad in the eyes of her superiors.

How could somepony be taken seriously after choosing a volatile, loose cannon like Lightning Dust as Lead Pony? Her higher-ups must be having a real hay-day laughing at her behind her back. Heck, that backstabbing bastard Soarin' was probably already on his knees in front of their boss trying to solidify his claim on Spitfire’s job. Celestia-dammit, if she lost her job because of Lightning Dust, there'd be Tartarus to pay.

She had taken away the cur’s badge and had dishonourably discharged her from the academy, but that wasn’t enough. Oh, no. That was far from enough. No pony made a fool of Spitfire and got away with it. Something had to be done to teach Lightning Dust a lesson, to teach her the error of her ways. To teach her that Spitfire wasnot to be crossed.

She had the perfect idea.

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        Happy as she was to be promoted to Lead Pony, Rainbow Dash still felt an acute anger boiling inside her.

        Lightning Dust. Lightning Dust. Lightning Dust.

The name was coursing through her mind in a never-ending loop, teasing and torturing her.

        She hated that name with every fiber of her being. The pony that owned that name had nearly gotten her friends killed by simply being a reckless asshole. It had taken every ounce of Dash’s will to prevent herself from throttling Lightning Dust where she stood. What she had done was unforgivable, and Dash wished she could do something about it.

But what could she do? She was just some no-pony from a little town in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. Lightning had already been expelled from the Academy, for which Rainbow was exceedingly pleased, yet something was still nagging at her. What gave that inconsiderate slut the right to endanger her friends, and Dash’s own future in one fell swoop? Nothing! Nothing gave her that right! She had wronged Rainbow Dash, and Dash knew it. Every time she thought about her former flying partner her blood boiled and she saw red. She wanted- No, she needed to get Lightning back.

The only question was how.

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        After Lightning’s expulsion Spitfire quickly set about bringing her plan to fruition. Nearly a week later and the setup was complete. Cleaning her basement to make room for the pieces she was to have put in had been a task that spanned a few days, and the unwieldy rack that was now attached to the north wall had taken almost an entire day itself just to install. Soundproofing the room wasn’t as complicated at Spitfire had feared, but it had definitely been a monotonous job. The custom furniture and new tools she had ordered had arrived the day before, and this evening she planned on stowing them safely away in the hoof-made oak chests she had purchased from Zebrica.

All in all, it was rather simple to put together. Luckily for Spitfire, she had no qualms about spending some money in order to teach Lightning Dust a lesson. She was, or at least had been, the captain of the Wonderbolts, and as such, it certainly wasn’t as if she couldn’t afford to spend extravagant sums of money every now and then. Hell, all the expenses had barely, if at all, left a dent in her exorbitant funds.

Almost everything was ready. All that had to be done now was ensuring Dash would be ready and willing to accept her place in everything.

Spitfire gathered her thoughts as she launched herself into the air, spreading her wings and starting in the direction of Ponyville.

If the Ponyville Weather Factory’s files were up to date, then Rainbow Dash should have gotten off work a little less than an hour ago. That gave Spitfire the rest of the afternoon to explain to Dash what her part was to be in Lightning Dust’s punishment.

A soft summer breeze rolled across Spitfire, ruffling her bright feathers as she flew. Already she could make out the sleepy town over the horizon. And, if she squinted, she swore she could make out the cloud home that was her destination.

A few minutes later she landed on spongy cloud that made up Dash’s doorstep. She stepped up to the door and pressed a hoof to the doorbell, immediately hearing a quaint tune echo inside the house.

A loud bang followed by a few muffled curses could be heard from inside, “Be there in a sec’!”

Spitfire stood patiently and waited for the door to open. When it finally did, she smiled at the Pegasus that stood stuttering in the doorway, even letting out a laugh when Dash quickly jumped to attention and saluted her.

“At ease, Dash. You’re not at the Academy anymore, y’know. As far as I’m concerned, we’re both just two ponies.”

The pony opposite her looked somewhat relieved. “Yes, ma’am! I- Uh. I mean, sure, Spitfire. So, um, what brings you ‘round here?” she asked, leaning casually on the door frame. “You don’t want me to join the Wonderbolts or anything, do you?!”

Internally, Spitfire laughed at the mare’s hopeful tone. “No, but I am here to ask for your help with a little something. Do you mind if I come in?”

“No, of course not.” Dash replied, moving aside to let Spitfire pass. “D’you want something to drink? Tea, water, lemonade?”

“Water, please. Thank you.” She followed Dash into what she presumed was the living room. Stopping in front of a rather plush looking couch, Rainbow Dash turned and said, “Sit down, relax. I’ll be back in a minute with our drinks. Cool?”

“Of course, take your time.”

Dash quickly trotted out of the room to grab the refreshments, and instead of sitting down as Rainbow had suggested, Spitfire trotted around the large room. Wonderbolts paraphernalia covered almost all the space available, except for one wall behind the sofa, which was home to a trophy case containing the many medals, trophies, certificates and ribbons that Rainbow Dash had won throughout her young life. Peering inside, she read a few of the labels.

“Certificate of Graduation, with Honours, from Cloudsdale Flight School. Best Young Flyer, given to the Pegasus who excelled in the field of aerobatics during the Best Young Flyer Competition. Medal of Valour, awarded to Rainbow Dash by Princess Celestia for her bravery and courage in the Changeling Invasion of Canterlot.” Spitfire continued to read the rest silently.

“Jeez, this kid’s done some neat things to have gotten some of these.”

“Meh, most of the stuff in there I’ve gotten by accident.” Dash said with a laugh as she walked into the room. “Like that Medal of Valour. I was just in the right place at the right time. Somepony out there thought that was enough to give me a medal for, anyway.”

Spitfire snorted, “Well, it’s still impressive that somepony as young as yourself has achieved so much. You must be proud.”

“Yeah, I am.” Dash replied, scratching at the back of her head with a free hoof. “So anyway, what was it that you needed my help with?” she asked as she set the drinks down and took a seat, gesturing to the sofa next to her.

Sitting down herself, Spitfire adopted a business-like tone and answered, “I have a small problem. You see, somepony out there has done something that hurt not only myself, but a very promising young flyer and her friends as well. I cannot simply stand by and let such insolence go uncorrected, and to take the opportunity to re-educate said pony all for myself would be selfish. Thus, here I am. I’ve come to you to ask if you would like to take part in a little plan I’ve concocted to show a certain reckless pony by the name of Lightning Dust the error of her ways.”

As she finished, Spitfire leaned back into her seat. On the outside she was the picture of calm, but inside she was wearing a satisfied grin. She had noticed how, at the mere mention of Lightning Dust’s name, Rainbow Dash’s jaw had clenched briefly, and her eyes went molten with barely restrained rage. Yes, she thought, it wouldn’t be any problem at all to convince Dash to accept her offer.

“I see. And what exactly were you thinking of doing to, what did you say, ‘show her the error of her ways?’”

“Do you know what BDSM is, Dash?”

Rainbow nearly choked on her drink, a fierce blush spreading across her cheeks. With a cough she answered, “Erm, I might know, yeah. But what does that have to do with anything?”

“Have you ever participated in any BDSM activities? If so, were you engaging in sexual acts with other mares? Did you object to doing so?”

Rainbow Dash sputtered uselessly for a moment. “I, um, I may have, two or three times, and I did enjoy the odd mare or two. Still do, from time to time. But seriously, what does this have to do with Lightning Dust?”

“I’m getting there. During those activities, which role did you assume? Were you typically dominant or submissive?”

“Um. I- The first time I ever tried it I was a sub. But I hated it. I couldn’t stand letting ponies boss me around and use me like that. The, um, the next time I tried I was a Dom, and I liked that a whole lot more. There’s just something so… so exhilarating about controlling somepony and commanding their complete obedience.” A smile flitted across Dash’s face as she recalled such past encounters.

Spitfire jolted her out of her reverie, “Excellent. That makes this a lot easier then.”

“Makes what easier?!” the other pony exclaimed, throwing her forehooves into the air in exasperation.

“You hate Lightning Dust for what she did to your friends, right? You wish you could do something to get her back, to teach her not to mess with you?” At Rainbow’s fervent nod she continued, “Well, I’ve got an idea that can teach the little snot to never mess with either of us again. She caused me to lose my job and become a laughing stock among my peers, she nearly killed your friends and made you almost abandon the best chance you had of becoming a Wonderbolt. She disregarded the rules I had set down and ignored anypony who had any common sense, so I’m suggesting we take her, and we show her how to comply, how to obey the rules.”

“What does that even mean?” Dash queried. “How are we supposed to do that? Walk up to her, rough her up a bit and say, ‘Hey! That’s bad. Don’t do that again'? Somehow, I don’t think that’ll work."

“Neither do I. That’s why I feel that if she’s not willing to learn, then we must take it upon ourselves to make her learn. You, much like myself, have been on both ends of the Dom/sub spectrum. We both know that to be a sub, one must ask how high when told to jump. One must be compliant, obey the rules and not be reckless and thoughtless. Lightning Dust is both reckless and thoughtless, and I think introducing her to that side of our lifestyle might enable her to better appreciate the rules. Wouldn’t you say?”

Dash sat there in shock for a moment before thinking carefully over Spitfire’s words and hesitantly responding. “So you’re saying we take her and, probably against her will, abuse her in kinky ways until she obeys us?”

    Spitfire cocked her head to the side. “Well, that’s a blunt way to put it. But yes, that is what I’m saying we do.”

    “And what would my role in this whole thing even be?”

    “Well, you would be my partner of sorts. I don’t absolutely need you to be there, but I feel like it would impress upon Lightning Dust how her actions can affect the ponies around her, and hopefully in turn aid in teaching her how to act in the future.” Spitfire answered, a fire burning in her eyes.

“Hrm. I don’t really like it. How are we supposed to even get her to do this thing?”

“I’ve got everything planned out already. If you agree to this, then tomorrow morning at nine o’clock you’ll intercept her at the Ponyville train station. Tell her I need to talk to you guys as soon as possible about something urgent, or that you’ve both been accepted into the Wonderbolts and I need to give you your suits, I don’t care. Just get her to agree to fly with you to my home in Manehattan. Once you get there I’ll invite you both in, give her a drink laced with sedatives and, with your help, transfer her to my basement and prepare for the show. I’ve got a brand new, state-of-the-art setup and the room itself is soundproofed. In there, we would be able to re-educate her in peace.”

Rainbow was skeptical. “This sounds messed up, Spitfire. I mean, you’re talking about kidnapping another pony.”

“I know very well what I’m proposing, but does your blood not boil knowing that she nearly killed your friends? Does loyalty mean nothing to you that you would stand aside and let a pony like her get away with what she’s done?”

Rainbow’s voice took on an edge, “You have no idea, Spitfire. None. You don’t know how much I despise her for what she did to my friends! I hate even thinking of her name. I want to make her pay, truly I do, but isn’t there something else, anything else, that we could do?”

Spitfire adopted a solemn tone. “There’s not, Rainbow Dash. The only way we can properly reform Lightning Dust is against her will. Think of it as a mother making her child eat a vegetable they don’t much like. It might have been horrible then, but in the long run, it was for the best. Similarly, it may seem harsh or wrong now, but in the future we’ll look back and agree that without our intervention, she’d have spiraled out of control and become even more volatile. Don’t you agree?”

A heavy silence hung in the air before Rainbow spoke again. “I guess I understand. What you’re saying is if we don’t do this, she’ll think what she did was alright, that she can get away with endangering pony’s lives and being irresponsible...”

    Spitfire perked up, “So, do you agree to help me teach Lightning Dust?”

    “I suppose I do.” Dash conceded with a sigh. “If it means resorting to questionable methods to protect other ponies from her, then so be it.”

“Great! So, as I said, tomorrow morning at nine o’clock I’m going to need you to go down to the train station and convince Lightning Dust that I need to talk to you both. Do so however you may, just get her here.” She paused to hoof over a slip of paper. “My address. I’ll be expecting you both around no later than noon. Manehattan’s not that far away, so the flight shouldn’t take nearly that long. Once you’re there and she’s out cold I’ll explain, in detail, the rest of what I’ve got planned. Got it?”

With a dazed look on her face, Dash nodded. “Got it.”

“Good. That about wraps it up. Any questions before I head out?”

“Um. Just one; what happens when we’re done with her? Won’t she just go out and tell everypony what happened? Won’t we get in trouble?”

“No need to worry, after what I’ve got ready for her, she’ll have no desire to tell ponies what happened. She’ll know it was for the best, and she’ll know to keep it to herself. Trust me, she’ll do what ever I ask of her by the end of her stay.”

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me, how long is thing supposed to go on for? A couple of hours? A day?”

“Think more along the lines of a week or so. I’ll need you be present the entire time as well. So you’d do well to call in and get some time off work. Anything else?”

“Oh, wow. A whole week? Jeez. Okay then... There’s nothing else that I can think of right now. If anything else crosses my mind I’ll ask you tomorrow.”

With a nod, Spitfire stood. “Alright. Well then, I’ve gotta get going. I’ll see you, and Lightning Dust, around noon tomorrow.”

“Yeah, right.”

Dash watched as Spitfire walked out the door. As soon as she was alone a wicked smile painted itself across her maw.

Tomorrow was going to be awesome!

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The clocked chimed. One, two, three... Nine times in all. That meant Lightning was due any time now. Dash was standing on the train platform, casting an eye across the crowd for a particular turquoise pony. A flash of vibrant yellow and orange crossed her vision as Lightning Dust shoved her aside and carried on towards what ever point she was focused on.

“Lightning Dust! Wait!

She turned and looked behind her, searching for the pony whose voice had called her name.

“Rainbow Dash?!” she called as she caught sight of the rainbow mare, her voice incredulous.

“Wait up! I need to talk to you!”

They trotted towards each other, meeting in front of the ticket station. “What are you doing here, Dash?”

“I live here, duh. Listen, are you busy right now?”

“Uhm. Sort of, I’ve got a job interview to get to. What do you want?”

“I just got a letter from Spitfire.” Dash explained, “She said couldn’t find your address anywhere so she asked me to find you and tell you that she wants us to meet her at her house as soon as we can. She wouldn’t say exactly what about, but she did mention something about the Wonderbolts needing us for something!”

“No shit?” she breathed disbelievingly, “That’s so awesome!”

“I know!” Dash’s voice echoed. “Oh, wait.” she paused, “Don’t you need to go to that interview?”

Lightning didn’t hesitate, “Screw that! The Wonderbolts are more important than some crappy little weather job! Let’s go already!” she lept into the air and started north, stopping short before turning around the hovering over Dash.

“Erm. Where are we supposed to go?” she asked.

“Spitfire’s house. I’ve got the address here.” Dash waved the little piece of paper in front of Lightning’s face.

“Gotcha!” she turned and shot off into the sky, heading towards Manehattan with Rainbow Dash trailing behind, a satisfied expression on her face.

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Spitfire couldn’t keep still. She had been pacing to and fro through her living room restlessly since early that morning. Another glare at the clock over the doorway told her that it wasn’t even eleven. A sigh escaped her as she turned and continued her fifteen-step trek across the floor. Why was she being so impatient? Dash said they would be here before noon, and it wasn’t even near that time yet. She had nothing to worry about. They would show up, she was sure of it.

Mid-way through her next turn there was a resounding knock on the door down the back hallway that made her jump. They were here! Finally! At least Dash had enough sense not to use the front door. Hopefully no one would notice them enter through the rear.

“Coming!”

She trotted to the door with an unhurried gait. It wouldn't do to let Lightning see how excited she was. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door with a smile.

“Rainbow Dash! Lightning Dust! So glad you got my…” she looked to Dash who was a few steps behind Lightning, miming writing a note. “My letter! I hoped you would get it in time. I hope the flight over wasn’t too much of a trouble. Come in, come in.” She ushered them inside like any good host would. “Do either of  you want a drink? Water, juice, tea?”

Dash and Lightning glanced at each other, both unwilling to say something until the other did. With a shrug Dash cautiously said, “Um, could you just grab me a glass of juice? The flight over made me pretty thirsty.”

“Can I have the same?” Lightning mirrored.

“Sure thing. I’ll be back in a minute. Make yourselves at home. The livingroom is just down the hall a bit, to your right. Take a seat and I’ll be in to discuss the matter at hoof in just a moment.”

As Spitfire walked to her kitchen she could hear Dash suggest they go sit down and wait. Good, she thought. Make her comfortable. It’ll make the moment when she realises what’s going on all the sweeter.

She reached into a cupboard and pulled down three glasses that were each a different colour. She filled the yellow and blue with cranberry juice and left the turquoise one empty for a moment longer as she opened a drawer and deposited a crushed roofie inside. That should definitely knock her out. She filled the empty cup with juice and stirred the contents for a moment, ensuring all the powder had dissolved. With great care the glasses were placed on a tray that was then balanced on her back as she trotted delicately to the duo in the livingroom.

Doling the refreshments out, she said, “And here’s yours, Lightning. I hope cranberry juice is alright with you.”

Lightning graciously took the offered drink. “That’s perfect, thanks.” She took a deep swig alongside Rainbow, smacking her lips contentedly.

“So, what was it you wanted to talk to us ‘bout?” Dash queried.

“Ah. You see, somepony higher up let it slip that the Wonderbolts have a couple extra positions opening up next season, and it’s come to my attention that they’ve been looking at you two ponies to fill ‘em.”

“What?! Holy Celestia! That is awesome!” Lightning cried mid-sip causing her to inhale her drink in the process. Rainbow gave her a firm few pats on the back to help her get her recover her breath.

“Seriously, Spitfire?!” she said when she was able to talk again. “That’s beyond awesome! That’s like, awesome times a bajillion! When do they want us there? When do we get our flight-suits? Am I going to meet Soarin’? What about the other ‘Bolts? Are they cool? Mean? Tough? Nice? I can’t even- This is so cool!”

“Speaking of the suits! I’ve actually got a couple downstairs right now. If you want we can go and you two can try ‘em on right away. It’ll be easier to get measurements later if we know how well these ones fit you.”

“Right on!” Lightning Dust said, stifling a yawn.  “Can we do it now?”

“We can go after you guys finish your drinks. I don’t want anything to spill and stain the suits.”

“Makes sense.” Lightning replied, guzzling the rest of her drink in record time. “Can we go now?!” At Spitfire’s nod, Lightning leapt up, and, dragging Rainbow behind her, made a dash for the door closest to her.

She stopped short and turned to Spitfire. “Uhm,” she started, kicking her foreleg and shaking her head as if to clear her mind. “Where’s downstairs?”

With a laugh Spitfire gestured for the two to follow her. “Just this way. And, actually, would either of you like something more to drink? There’s plenty in the kitchen, and I don’t think I need to worry about you two spilling anything anyway. ‘Sides, the suits are waterproof.”

“Actually, another would be great! The flight over must have made me a bit more tired than I had thought. Maybe another nice cold drink will wake me up a bit.” Lightning said with an awkward chuckle. “How about you, Dash?”

Rainbow Dash looked at her empty glass and shook her head with a shrug. “Nah, I’m good.”

“Gotcha. Be right back, then.” Spitfire cantered to her kitchen with the empty glass in hoof, quickly refilling it, crushing another half of a tablet and sprinkling it in. With a malicious grin she rejoined the two in the main hallway.

“Here you are. Anything else before we go down?”

Dash and Lightning looked at each other, both giving a shake of their heads.

“Nnnope.” Rainbow affirmed. “Not that I can think of, anyway. I think we both just want to get into uniform already!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah, definitely!” her companion agreed.

Part Two

Spitfire opened the door to the basement silently and began down the lengthy flight of stairs.

“Watch your step, everypony. A fuse or something blew down here a while back and I still haven’t gotten it fixed. We can hit the lights once we’re at the bottom, but not from up here.”

The two trailing behind her gave a nod and continued carefully, checking each step before pressing forward.

Lightning Dust was nearly through her second drink by then, eager to clear the fog in her head before they began getting into the exciting stuff. A fierce yawn forced itself from her muzzle as they reached the landing. Lightning’s eyes began to droop irresistibly as she tried to make out the faint forms in the darkness. All of a sudden, a blinding white light filled her vision as Spitfire flicked the lights on.

She squeezed her eyes shut, wavering slightly as she tried to function through the muddled mess that was her mind. She stumbled forward, leaning heavily on Dash’s shoulder.

“Fuck me, I’m tired, Dash. I feel like…” A yawn punctuated her sentence. “Like I’m gonna pash out or shome... thing…”

Lightning pried her eyes open and looked to Dash, surprised to see a somewhat cruel expression gracing her features.

“...Dash? What- What’sh… I dun feel sho good…” The empty glass dropped from her sluggish hoof and hit the floor with a clang. She attempted to shake her head one last time, only to become disoriented and tumble to the ground, unconscious before her head hit the floor.

Rainbow Dash looked to Spitfire. “So, what now?”

“Now, you help me drag the little wretch over there.” she said, pointing to the contraption attached to the far wall.

Together, they took hold of a foreleg each and dragged Lightning’s sleeping form to the rack that Spitfire had indicated.

“Hold on a sec, I can set this to a horizontal level so it’s easier to hook her up to.”

Dash looked at the thing skeptically. “Alright…”

A few seconds later, Spitfire had slid it down the wall and pulled it so it jutted straight out from the wall. The thing itself resembled a metal lattice, with flat crosscrossing strips of steel laid out across a sturdy frame. At strategic intervals there were buckles and holes, the purpose of which Dash could only imagine. In the position it was currently in, it almost looked like a  pull-out bed, albeit a slightly more sinister looking one.

“Okay, help me get her on to this.” Spitfire said, grabbing Lightning’s limp leg once again.

Dash gave a nod, “‘Kay. How do you want her?”

“Put her head on the far side and her hind hooves on the side closest to us.” she replied.

Once she was placed on the rack, Spitfire trotted over to a chest a few hooves away. She cocked her head and looked at its contents for a moment before selecting a few items and closing the lid with a satisfied nod. When she returned to Dash she showed her a set of straps and clamps.

“Pull her front hooves away from her body so they form a ‘T’, then spread her hind legs as far as you can and hold them there while I secure them with these.” she said, holding up the straps. “Make sure to free her wings from under her body when you do her front legs. They’ll be important tonight.”

Rainbow complied, moving the pony’s legs so they were as Spitfire had specified. As she finished, Spitfire followed behind, tightly binding them to the rack they rested upon in such a manner that the pony who they belonged to would be unable to move or free herself. Once her legs were immobile, Spitfire extended each of Lightning’s lax wings so they fanned across the latticework of steel and strapped them there by their bases. Then, taking the clamps she had retrieved from the nearby chest, she pinned each of Lightning’s primaries to the metal so that she wouldn’t be able to move her wings without pain.

Spitfire pulled a couple elastics from around her hoof and tied back the unconscious pony’s mane and tail back so they wouldn’t interfere with anything later on. After they were both out of the way she took one last strap, larger than the rest, and laid it across Lightning Dust’s forehead, tying it off around the back of her head, behind the rack. Now she wouldn’t even be able to move her head. With a few practiced movements Spitfire returned the rack to its former vertical position, leaving the restrained pony upright and able to see the entirety of the room once she awoke.

Stepping back, Spitfire cast a critical look at Lightning Dust’s form spread wide across the frame. She was stretched taut and unable to move any part of her body. It was a beautiful sight to behold, she thought.

While Spitfire admired her handiwork, Dash took the time to look around. A queen-sized bed adorned with fluffy pillows and silk sheets was situated in the middle of the room, and shackles could be seen attached to each bedpost. Looking at it, it was clear it wasn’t intended for somepony to merely sleep on. Gazing past that she saw an odd-looking chair. Well, it was hardly a chair. It was actually two large cushions, like the seat of a chair, but placed differently, with one at knee level and the other a couple hooves higher than that, and farther outwards so somepony could kneel upon the lower half and bend over the second bit. To the left of that there was a vaulting table-like thing, set rather high off the ground and thin enough that one could straddle it without having their hooves touch the ground. Beside it there was a small set of stairs to help whoever climb onto it.

There were other pieces of furniture that Dash didn’t recognise. All were rather contorted and uncomfortable looking, but still brought a smile upon Rainbow’s face. She’d used many of them in the past, but somehow had not even bothered to learn their names. How weird, she thought to herself. She continued looking about the room. On the walls hung rack after rack of tools. Paddles, whips, crops, ropes, harnesses; the few names that she had remember flitted through Dash’s mind, widening her grin.

Under those tools were three solid wood chests, containing all manner of blindfolds, clamps, straps, ties, gags, dildos, anal plugs and other toys. The room itself was painted black, with blood red trim around the door, floor, and ceiling. Looking up, she could even see supports from which ropes and chains hung, ready to be used at a moment’s notice.

“Did you hear me, Dash?” Spitfire’s voice called.

“Huh? Oh, nah. I was busy admiring the sights. What’s up?”

With a smile Spitfire repeated herself, “It is nice, isn’t it? Anyway, I said we should get dressed. Those pills will only keep her out for about another half an hour, and I want to be ready when she comes to.”

“Dressed?”

“There was a grain of truth in what  I said about coming down here to try on uniforms. Follow me.” with that, she walked off.

With a shrug Dash cantered after Spitfire, who had disappeared into another room to the side. Walking into the doorway, she cast her eyes over two equinnequins standing by the far wall. They were both wearing two identical and magnificent latex corsets with fishnet running up the sides. Attached to those were a pair of shimmering stockings that clung to their hindlegs, each adorned with a strip of spikes that ran over the wearer’s hoof, above those sat a pair of tight black silk panties with frilly lace trim. On its front legs there were a pair of latex socks that began at the elbow and stopped just before the hoof. They were likewise trimmed with lace. Finally, the equinnequins had spiked collars around their throats. Both ensembles were pure black and incredibly sexy.

“Whoa.” Dash breathed in awe.

“I take it you like them, then?”

“Like them? I love them! These are so awesome!”

“The one on the left’s yours. You best get it on now so I can tell you the drill.”

“Got it.” Dash replied, unfastening the corset from its model. She stepped into position and set it snugly against her barrel. She tried to reach behind her to grab the ties, but after a few attempts sat back on her haunches and asked Spitfire, “Um, can you give me a hoof with this?”

With a laugh Spitfire walked over and tugged the strings until the piece was tight against Dash’s athletic body. She tied them off and went back to her own outfit, glancing back to appreciate how the garment accentuated Rainbow Dash’s curves and made her look tough and imposing, yet still more feminine than she normally appeared.

She drew her eyes back to the rest of her outfit, still worn by the equinnequin. She quickly peeled the stockings away from their model, sliding them onto her lean legs and attaching them with practiced ease to the hem of the corset she already wore. She then liberated the silk panties from its form, gracefully pulling them up her own legs to barely cover her plot and slotting her tail through the provided hole. Next, she slipped the socks on over her forelegs, tightening the clasp near her elbow to ensure they didn’t slide off. She fastened the collar around her slender neck, and, almost as an afterthought, grabbed a couple studded bands from the table beside the equinnequin and slipped them on over the base of her tail.

Stopping in front of a mirror, she grabbed one last thing, a golden earring in the shape of a jagged lightning bolt trailing fire, and quickly inserted it into her right ear. She gave a quick wiggle, make sure everything was in place and secure, before trotting over to Dash, who was putting her own collar on. With a click she locked it in place and turned to face Spitfire, casting an appraising eye over the other pony.

“Damn, Spits. These things are hot! Where’d you even get ‘em?”

“I had them hoof crafted by some seamstress in Ponyville, actually. Radiant Gem- Scarcity- No, Rarity! Yeah, Rarity. That was her name. Her business was small, but it was discreet, which was exactly what I needed. And it seems like she’s pretty damn good at her job too, these outfits turned out much better than I had hoped for.”

Rainbow nodded. “Yeah, I’ve, uh- I’ve heard of her. Her work’s amazing. You should see some of the other stuff she does, I’m amazed that she hasn’t hit it big yet.”

Dash remembered vaguely that Rarity had been complaining a few days prior about some especially unique order that had come in from a very rich client. Rainbow Dash hadn’t figured that that elite client had been Spitfire, though. Go figure, Rarity made an outfit that Dash was now wearing to dominant the pony she helped kidnap. Certainly different from those froo-froo dresses that she was usually forced to wear.

“So, what’s the plan?” Dash questioned.

“Well, as you can imagine, this is going to be slightly different than what your typical session would be. She’s here against her will, so precautions will have to be taken. I’ll be locking the doors, the key to which will be in the table beside where my outfit was. The room’s even soundproofed for when things inevitably get loud.”

“Whew, this is going to be amazing- like nothing else I’ve ever done.”

Spitfire laughed, “Well I’m glad you’re so enthusiastic, you seemed… hesitant when I first brought this up.”

“It just took me a while to warm up to the idea. Now that I’ve had a chance to really think about, I realise how this will benefit us all in the end. So what’s not to be excited about?”

“Precisely!” Spitfire cried. She paused, grinning, and looked at the clock hanging above the door. “If I gave her the correct dosage, then she should be waking up in the next fifteen minutes or so.”

“So what’s going to happen after she wakes up?”

“When she shows signs that she’s waking up I’m going to lie down and I want you to eat me out.” Spitfire stated plainly. “You don’t have to do a good job of it, just make it showy; loud, messy, sloppy- obvious. I want her first feeling to be that of shock. After that I’m going to lead the charge. I’ve got a few ideas that I’ll be throwing in when I feel they work best, but these things are always so much more fun if you make it up as you go along, wouldn’t you say?”

“Wholeheartedly.” Dash replied with a nod, a malicious grin forming on her face.

“Great! Shall we take a seat outside and wait for her to wake up, then?”

Dash trotted forward, gesturing grandly to the door. “After you.”

Spitfire laughed and sauntered out of the room, followed closely by Rainbow Dash. They each grabbed a padded chair from a nearby table and took a seat in front of the bound Lightning Dust. A few minutes later the trussed up pony’s eyes began to flutter and a faint groan worked its way from her muzzle.

Spitfire looked expectantly at Dash and slid further down in her chair, sliding her skimpy panties down until they fell to the floor in a heap. She spread her hind legs wide and exposed her moist pink cunt to the warm air of the room, prompting a nod from Dash who quickly and got off her own chair and sank to her knees in front of Spitfire’s waiting pussy.

“And let the show begin.” she said simply, moving her head forward and burying her muzzle in Spitfire’s marehood. Her tongue laved the sweet flesh of Spitfire’s outer lips, spreading them apart and sinking into her tight tunnel with little finesse. Needs to look messy, she thought. No point in acting like this is for anything but show. With deliberate movements she flattened her tongue out and ran it across Spitfire’s slit, causing the pony to moan theatrically in apparent pleasure. Slurping at her moist passage, Rainbow Dash felt a hoof press against the back of her head, forcing her mouth harder against the pussy in front of her. Dash took the hint and began flicking her tongue deeper inside Spitfire, biting gently on her engorged lips with exaggerated movements, making obnoxious noises all the while.

Behind her, she could hear Lightning Dust’s gasp as she finally awoke. Dash smirked and curled her tongue around Spitfire’s clit, dragging a genuine reaction from her in the process.

“Enough.” Spitfire said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "You will not speak, Lightning Dust. You will only listen."

Lightning gazed at the duo numbly, partially paralyzed by fear.

"You are here for our amusement. I’ve gone to great lengths to prepare for your arrival, spent many weeks planning out every detail of your eventual capture and training.”

Lightning's eyes grew wide at her words, even more so as she realised that she was held immobile. Her mind raced as she wondered how long Spitfire had been watching her- how long her private life hadn’t really been private after all.

“How-” Lightning Dust began in a shaky voice.

Spitfire cut her off. "You are fairly reserved, sexually. You have had only a small hooful of partners, all stallions, who have left you only mildly satisfied. One such partner broke your heart by cheating on you with a trusted friend. You lack even the slightest curiosity in other mares. You haven't ever used a sex toy with a partner, much less done anything that could be remotely considered sexually adventurous. Pleasuring others orally disgusts you and receiving it makes you feel awkward. Am I on the right track?"

Lightning Dust’s mouth fell open, and tears of shame began gathering in her eyes.

Spitfire’s voice grew sharp. “Am I right?”

Lightning nodded dumbly in response, too stunned to even think of talking back to her kidnapper.

"You feel the fact you can give yourself an intense orgasm once or twice a week with that little vibrator you keep in your nightstand makes you independent when really it only makes you feel sad. Alone. Angry, even. Angry enough, perhaps, to lash out at others. To put them in danger because you’re too caught up in your own lonely little world."

Once again Lightning found herself nodding as a fierce blush dominated her face. At the thought of her masturbation habits being so public a fat tear fell loose and rolled down her downy cheek.

“You bottle up your emotions, and in turn you feel the need to put up a barrier between you and everypony else. You feel like, to protect yourself, you need to drive others away from you, which you do by being arrogant and obnoxious. You know perfectly well where the line lies in the sand, and you make it a point to cross it over and over again.”

"Well,” Spitfire continued, “I have great news. I am going to show you how easy it is to turn a cocky, volatile mare like you into a wanton little slut who's willing to jill herself off while sticking her tongue in an asshole."

At this point Lightning found her courage. She tried to rise up only to find that her bindings were in fact quite secure. She was going nowhere, she knew, but that didn’t stop her from twisting and writhing in her restraints, her wings straining painfully at their clamps. Her struggles earned her a sharp slap that left her ass stinging. She felt a scream well up when she saw Rainbow raise her hoof again, but quickly reconsidered and fell silent.

"The fact that this upsets you is one of the biggest reasons why I decided to go through with this whole thing.” Spitfire stood and turned her back to Lightning Dust, talking as she strode to a chest near the back of the room. “Reforming somepony is no fun, no challenge, when they’re willing.”

She rifled around inside for a moment before turning back around, a ball gag gripped in her hooves. She tossed the gag to Dash, who took the hint and immediately buckled it around Lightning Dust’s face. Lightning tried defiantly to keep her mouth closed as the bright red ball came to rest on her lips, her teeth grinding together from the pressure at which she was clamping her jaw shut. Dash merely chuckled and pinched Lightning’s nose closed until she was forced to open her mouth to breath, quickly slipping the rubber orb between her teeth as soon as her lips parted.

     While Rainbow Dash was preoccupied, Spitfire turned back to the open chest and removed a silky satin blindfold and a moulded silicone toy with two fat appendages that were obviously intended to penetrate a mare's cunt and ass simultaneously.

Spitfire coated the toy with a special concoction of high grade aphrodisiacs and warming lube, stroking it lewdly just for Lightning’s viewing pleasure.

"It's even got a nice vibrating nub on the front, too," she supplied, pleased by the wide eyed expression on her captive’s face. "You're such a perverted slut, I bet your cunt is drooling just thinking having this inside you."

Lightning shook her head as much as her restraints would allow, gurgling angrily behind the gag as she strained to draw her legs together.

Spitfire simply laughed.

She walked over to Lightning’s prone form, toy and blindfold in hoof. Setting the blindfold on the chair she vacated earlier, she stopped to stand in front of Lightning Dust, her hoof casually reaching down to stroke at the bound pony’s cunt. She toyed with her for a moment, flicking gently at Lightning clit, still hidden under its protective hood. She ran the edge of her hoof along her slit, pushing her slick lips aside to caress her opening. Looking up, Spitfire could see that Lightning had her eyes screwed shut, tears now flowing freely down her face. She scowled and removed her hoof.

“Lightning Dust,” Spitfire began, her voice commanding Lightning’s attention. “You are to keep your eyes on your masters at all times. I’ll excuse you this time, but do not expect Dash or myself to be lenient with you in the future.” She punctuated the point with a painful flick to one of Lightning’s hard nipples.

Dropping to her knees soundlessly, Spitfire flicked her warm tongue against Lightning’s pleasure button, teasing it out from hiding with ease. She circled the little bud, gently scraping her teeth against it every now and then to distract Lightning from the toy that was about to invade her.

The tips of the toy entered her, one prong slipping easily inside her moist cunt while the other pushed at the more reluctant star of her ass. Spitfire stroked it back and forth, smearing the drugged lube inside Lightning’s tight little holes until her body heated up and her cunt wept in anticipation. She seated it inside Lightning fully, its perfectly placed ridges ensuring that no amount of pushing could expel it from her body. Much to her shame, Lightning found a low, guttural moan slipping out from behind her gag, her cunt openly drooling from Spitfire’s intimate assault.

With a nonchalant flick of her hoof Spitfire sent Lightning into convulsions, the toy buried inside her greedy cunt vibrating and massaging her slick walls deliciously. Small prongs on the vibrator hovered directly over Lightning’s engorged clit, sending sharp, potent shocks of pleasure right to her head.

While Lightning writhed in sweet agony Spitfire took her place beside Rainbow Dash.

“Now Lightning Dust, Rainbow Dash and I have schedules to keep, so before we leave we’re going to impart some invaluable rules to you. These rules are the code by which you will now be living, so listen closely. If at anytime you disobey or disregard these rules you can expect to be punished swiftly and without mercy.” She leaned forward and removed Lightning’s gag. “Are we clear?”

Lightning Dust’s head was wiggling pitifully from side to side under her bindings, her pinned wings twitched uselessly against the metal frame of the rack, unable to extend to their full, aroused glory. The twin shafts felt so good inside her, and her clit was so sensitive she thought it was near bursting. The only sound she could make consisted of needy mewlings as pleasure wracked her body. She paid Spitfire’s words no head.

Spitfire scowled menacingly and turned to whisper something to Dash. Rainbow quickly went to another chest of toys and returned to Spitfire with a pair of weighty metal nipple clamps and a matching chain.

Spitfire drew close to Lightning Dust and bent down to gently lap at the poor mare’s pebbly teats. She ran the tip of her tongue around each bud lightly, laving them with care. Spitfire flicked her tongue over each before bringing her mouth down and nibbling the swollen peaks until they stood proudly at attention, drawing tortured moans from Lightning as she worked. Straightening up, Spitfire grabbed the clamps from her partner, and with a curt pinch to each nipple, clamped them on. Working quickly, Spitfire attached the silver chain to each so that they were connected and stood back happily.

“Now, I will reiterate. You are going to be given a specific set of rules that you are never to disobey for the duration of your stay with us, Lightning Dust. These rules govern your new life here. First rule, you will always address Dash and myself as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Master’. No exceptions. Understood?”

Lightning was still oblivious to Spitfire’s words, despite her newly trussed up teats. Spitfire, her patience drawing thin, grasped the chain dangled between Lightning’s tits and yanked, jerking each tender nub down painfully.

Lightning screeched in surprised and discomfort, her eyes snapping towards Spitfire in confusion.

“Understood?”

Lightning was clueless as to what Spitfire was talking about, but nevertheless nodded the affirmative, fearing the pain that Spitfire could inflict at a flick of her wrist.

Frowning, Spitfire pulled the chain again, sending pain coursing through Lightning’s body, sharp enough that it even rivaled the intensity of the pleasure her cunt and ass were being subjected to.

“You will only speak when spoken to. When you are asked a question you will respond verbally with either ‘Yes.’ or ‘No.’ unless otherwise stated. Now, what rules have we covered, slut?”

Lightning cringed, angry tears once again dripping off her chin as her cunt dripped her sweet nectar on to the floor. “I’ll only speak when spoken to, and I’m only to respond with ‘Yes.’ or ‘No.” unless otherwise stated.” she mumbled, her eyes cast to the ground.

The chain was pulled again, harder this time.

“And?”

“And? Wasn’t that it?” Lightning flicked her eyes up to Spitfire questioningly.

“That was the second rule. What’s the first?”

“First? What the fuck are yo-” Lightning was cut off abruptly by another bout searing pain radiating from her nipples. A broken cry fell from her lips and she glared hatefully at Spitfire.

“Watch your language, cunt. First rule, what is it? Think hard now, or I’ll just have to worsen your punishment.”

Lightning wracked her mind. First rule? She thought the yes or no thing was the first rule. Her eyes darted around the room frantically, locking in on Spitfire’s tight leather corset. She looked every bit a dominatrix, she thought. Like she was born to demean ponies. Nopony was born like that, though. Nopony deserved to have their lives torn apart like this. Lightning and Lightning alone was meant to be the master of her life, not some high flying little shit with a grudge.

Wait, master… that was it!

Lightning swallowed a bitter sigh and tentatively recited Spitfire’s words from earlier, “I am to always address you two as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Master’. No exceptions.”

     “No exceptions what?”

     “...no exceptions to the rule?” Lightning blinked stupidly, confused again.

     Another flash of pain, another scolding. Each tug sent her cunt clenching desperately at the toy lodged inside her, shooting another jolt of sweet pleasure right to her head.

     “No exceptions, Mistress.” Lightning corrected herself quickly, catching on in a bright, painful instant.

     “That’s better. Now, recite them for us again.”

     Head hanging low as the straps would allow, Lightning repeated herself. “I am only to refer to you both as Mistress or Master. No exceptions. I’ll only speak when spoken to, and I’m only to respond with ‘Yes.’ or ‘No.” when questioned, unless otherwise stated. ...Mistress.” she added, tacking the name on hastily and not without a trace of snarkiness.

"Wonderful. Moving on. You exist only as a means to make mine and Dash’s lives easier. Your sole purpose is to pleasure us when we want pleasure. To amuse us when we want to be amused. To suffer when we want to see you suffer. You should be grateful to us for every little thing we give you, whether it’s a whipping or an orgasm.”

Lightning glowered as Spitfire talked, her words flowing over her like ice water, chilling her to the bone. They really expected her to go along with those ridiculous, egotistical rules? They wished. She’d just bide her time until she could sneak out and get help.

They wouldn’t break her.

“The seventh and final rule is know your place. You’re just a wanton little slut. You have no place in society. No one wants you, no one needs you. You’re nothing to us but a pet. A toy to enjoy when the mood strikes us. Remember that, cunt, because if you forget that you’re below even the most slovenly whore your experience with us with not be a pleasant one.”

Rainbow Dash picked up the blindfold and approached Lightning. “We’re going to leave you here to soak in everything that’s happened. I suggest you work on controlling that temper of your before it causes you more pain.”

The blindfold went over Lightning’s eyes, followed closely by the gag, which effectively cut off her furious rambling. After taking an appraising look at her work, Rainbow amped up the vibrations on Lightning’s little toy and followed Spitfire to the door, a small remote clutched in her hoof.

“Oh!” Spitfire called back, “Before I forget, if we come back and find that you’ve lost controlling of that drooling little cunt of yours and cum, even once, then you’re going to be severely punished. You have no idea the kinds of things that we can make your body feel, slave, but cum once and you will.”

Then, suddenly, Lightning Dust was alone with nothing but her tears and a sweet, relentless pleasure overtaking her senses.

The twin shafts were buried deep inside her rippling walls, and her clit was pressed firmly against the vibrating nub. Her body already wanted to cum. A crushing orgasm, one that had been building since the toy had first touched her lips, threatened to crash down on top of her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her body throbbed, her nipples burned, hot with pain, but still the delicious feeling of those little prongs on her swollen clit began to override everything.

She tried to flex her muscles, to force the toy out of her, but doing so only nudged the toy so it pressed against her needy button more firmly than before.

White hot tension coiled in Lightning’s belly, the fluttering on her clit sending shivers cascading down her spine. She could feel release surging closer, but she didn’t want it to reach her.

This was what they wanted, they wanted to make her feel helpless, like there was nothing she could do to prevent them from punishing her. They wanted to make her feel like she’d done something wrong, even though she realistically hadn’t.

The buzzing changed suddenly, adopting a low, less frantic tempo that gave Lightning’s sore button a chance to rest. Maybe the toy had malfunctioned or something, she thought gratefully as her impending climax slowly sputtered out.

With a sigh of barely contained relief, Lightning sagged and closed her eyes, her mind working overtime as she tried to think of a way out of her predicament. Before she even knew it her eyes were growing heavy, the soft humming of the toy in her marehood lulling her to sleep before she could even protest.

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Lightning awoke to the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt.

The vibrations tormenting her had increased tenfold, sending her abused, overly sensitive body headlong into a surprise orgasm.

Lightning’s head jerked forward and back, hitting the back of the rack sharply enough to send a cascade of sparks across her field of vision. Her cunt and ass clenched repeatedly around the toy as the pleasure seized her. Her limbs bucked and strained at their bindings as she thrashed mindlessly, her body locked in climax. Bound helplessly as she was, she found herself powerless to move away from the vibrator. Its vibrations prolonged her orgasm, then pushed her up over the peak into another, her juices staining the fur of her legs as her cunt was flooded with marecum.

The hours marched by, unknown by Lightning Dust, who was caught in an inescapable cycle of pleasure and exhaustion. The vibrators would intensify, forcing Lightning to cum again and again, only to go back down to a buzzing that only served to tease her. She was weak after having exploded so many times, and fell asleep almost as soon as the climaxes ceased, only to be woken again by another relentless tidal wave of pleasure.

Her body hurt. Her ass and cunt ached for a rest, but it would be some time yet before they were granted such a simple luxury.