Loyalty
Rainbow Dash was laughing - she loved the first day of winter.
Rather, she loved the end of the first day of winter. It was one of the most demanding days of her year, and kicking back on a cloud with the rest of her squad as they watched the sun set over a snow-covered landscape felt great.
This year had been especially problematic - both Applejack and Golden Harvest had been on her wings about giving them more time to finish collecting food, Fluttershy just wouldn't shut up about the little bunnies not all having tiny umbrellas, and Rarity had forced her to wear a scarf.
A scarf! Rainbow Dash's weather squad was laughing at her. Whoever heard of a pegasus wearing a scarf?
That was another difference from last year - Rarity. Last year, she'd been a pain in the ass who did nothing but complain about it being cold - this year, she was a pain in the ass who complained about it being cold and warned Dash that she should be back home before dark. At some point between those two times, the two had, somehow, against all the odds, hit it off. Neither was perfect for the other, but each had something the other wanted.
"Hey, Dash?" Cloud Kicker asked, barely suppressing a giggle, "Shouldn't you be getting home to your momm- sorry, girlfriend?"
She stroked her neck while she did it, reminding the rest of the squad about Dash's scarf. They fell about laughing, rolling in the cloud and filling the frozen air with giggles and snorts as Dash's face filled with a red hot blush.
"Hey, shut up!" Dash snapped, "You're just jealous you ain't got one."
They were all silent for a beat, before the whole squad - including Dash, this time - returned to their uproar. The scarf didn't work at all, it was pink. Rainbow Dash had fought against Rarity's clothing 'suggestions' at first, but quickly found that it was more trouble than it was worth to deny her.
"Yeah, guys," one of the interns added, "Rainbow Dash always dresses in style!"
The laughter died. The intern blushed and tried to make herself smaller, sinking into the cloud. It was a common joke phrase among the team, but most of the squad had been working the weather longer than that intern had been flying - she still had to prove herself. No jokes until then.
"Heh, well, I gotta run, guys," Dash laughed, letting a gust of wind blow her mane and scarf around, "See you all tomorrow, don't be late - we always miss something on day one."
Rainbow Dash really hated the second day of winter. It would be cold, there was almost, but not entirely, nothing to do, but she couldn't sleep because there'd be some tiny detail of the season she'd forgotten that she had to deal with, and somebody would tell her about that the very instant she closed her eyes.
Jumping down off of the cloud with a backflip, Dash spread her wings and began to glide back into town. She had a date with a fussy white pony who'd promised to 'take her mind off of things' for the night - whatever that meant, it sounded fun.
Rainbow Dash set down immediately outside Rarity's boutique, and pushed at the door. It was locked. It was snowing outside, and the door was locked. She knocked, hard, several times. "C'mon, Rarity, open up! It's freezing out here!"
"I know, darling," she called from inside, "I'm just getting the towels ready so you don't ruin my lovely floor."
Oh, that Celestia-damned fussy horse could get on Dash's nerves sometimes. "Open the door, Rarity! I'm freezing my wings off here!"
Rarity remained silent and resolute, setting up the bed of towels to ensure Dash couldn't ruin her inner sanctum. Eventually, she opened the door.
"About time, I'm going blue here, Rare!" Dash stuttered, diving into the boutique shivering.
"You're already blue, darling." Rarity replied, lifting several of her other towels and attacking Rainbow Dash with them, rubbing, sliding, and patting at her until the snow was removed and Dash was a very dry pony, albeit one with an exceptionally ruffled mane and a puffy coat.
Rainbow Dash stared, her head poking out through her covering of towels as Rarity continued to rub and dry. She pulled the scarf off with a thought, and carried it straight to the nearest bin. "Gosh, that is hideous, Dash, why in Equestria did you wear it?"
"I... you told me to!"
"Well, yes, but only to see if you would. My, you really do have no fashion sense at all, do you, Dash?" Rarity laughed.
"I know what looks good!" Dash objected, trying to flare her wings before she realised she was encased in a towel-trap. "Hey, these are a bit tight, don't you think?"
"Oh, calm down, Rainbow," Rarity laughed, handing Dash a small glass of one of her favourite wines. Dash tried to grab it, but the towels were too tight, so Rarity just hovered it in front of her mouth.
Dash sighed and took a sip - at least she'd be dry soon and could try and regain her dignity. On the other hoof, she thought, everything was spinning around and suddenly it was so very dark.
Dash slumped to the floor as the drugged wine did its work, sending to into an artificial slumber.
"Seems such a shame to waste this wine," Rarity whined, pouring the rest of the glass out of a window, "but sometimes you drive us to desperate measures, dear."
Rainbow Dash awoke in the dark. She opened and closed her eyes several times before giving up, realising it made no difference. Her forelegs ached with every movement she tried to make. Something cold and hard was clasped around each forehoof, and they seemed to be the only things supporting her weight.
Her hindlegs were similarly bound, but they provided no support - they were simply tightly enough held that her legs were prised a little apart, making her feel quite naked.
Other than that, she felt free to move around. Her wings were unbound, though given how small a range of movement her legs seemed to have, she wasn't going to be flying anywhere soon, and her head could turn freely - not that there was anything to see or hear.
It was cold, Dash knew, but she felt warm. Not for any esoteric reason, simply due to spending her entire day in sub-zero temperatures, even coming into what felt like an underground basement felt warm.
"Hello?" she whispered, trying to remember how she'd gotten here. "Is anybody there?"
The slightest hint of fear tinged the very edge of her voice, but nothing more. Dash couldn't remember the events leading up to this moment, but she knew she had to remain strong. Her captor had made a stupid mistake in leaving her wings free, probably assuming that simply binding her limbs would be enough.
It wouldn't - Rainbow Dash was many things. She was the fastest mare in Equestria, and could probably generate enough force to break herself straight off of the wall, given enough time to warm up. Most importantly here, she was a weather pony who'd just finished an entire day's work - her body was tingling, alive with energy. If she put everything she had into one strike, she felt confident her wing could break the sound barrier in one flap - all she needed now was for her would-be captor to get close enough to do it.
The lights flicked on. Dash grunted as she screwed her eyes shut, her whole body recoiling at the unreasonably bright light as her forehooves tried to cover her eyes, anything to keep the glare out.
"Aagh!" she screamed as the hard metal clasped over her hooves dug into her flesh, leaving her face unhelpful inches away, still recoiling in pain at the light.
"Oh, darling, don't resist, you'll only make it harder on yourself." a familiar voice sang from behind the light.
"R- Rarity?" Dash gasped, squinting through mostly-closed eyelids through the glare, and into the room beyond. Her sharp pegasus eyes could pick out a Rarity-shaped silhouette, she maybe wasn't imagining it. "What are you...?"
"I told you already, Dash. I'm going to take your mind off of things for the night, and teach you a little about fashion." she said, stepping out of the shadows and blocking enough of the light for Dash to get a good view of her.
She was dressed differently to normal. Not so much in that she had clothes on at all, but that her entire body was criss-crossed with (faux-)leather, from thin tendrils circling around her horn to the wider straps around her body, or the coverings on her hooves. Her face was adorned with a bit-less bridle, familiar enough to the traditional wear of a mare so deep in heat that she has to be restrained for her own good.
Dash gasped - a different kind of gasp, this time. The sort of gasp that left her mind feeling a little foggy, and accentuated her feeling of nakedness. The sort of gasp that was best followed by a quick bite to the lower lip, just so she could try and regain some self control. The sort of gasp that made her feel very, very warm, all coming from one place in particular.
"Oh, I knew you'd like this, dear. Do I look good in it?"
Dash nodded enthusiastically - if 'taking her mind off it' meant Rarity getting dirty with her, then Dash was more than happy. It was hard enough to get Rarity into bed at all, never mind dressed like that.
"Do speak up, dear." Rarity asked.
"Yeah, Rarity, you look awesome!" Dash grinned, shifting slightly against her binds to get a better view.
Rarity let out an indignant "Hmf." and her horn flared, lifting an object from behind the light. She brought it forward, brandishing the whip in a blue magic glow. Dash laughed softly, she doubted Rarity even knew how to use that sort of thing, never mind had the guts to do it.
"Ow!" she screamed as Rarity's first lashing impacted on her chest with enough force to send her arms spasming, rattling the chains tying her to the wall. "What the hay, Rarity?"
"You shall call me something a little more proper here, Rainbow. 'Miss' or 'Mistress' will do." Rarity instructed, wiggling the whip from side to side to punctuate her point.
"Uh, no."
Rarity sighed, and aimed for the wings. Rarity had made it her life's work to manipulate and deceive, through a combination of feminine wiles and stunning clothing designs, and though she liked to think she only used her powers for good...
She knew how to make a pony squirm. The whip cracked inches, or less, away from Dash's wing, causing it to instinctively pull back, pressing against the cold wall to get as far away from the whip as it could. Dash's face contorted in fear for an instant, before she brought herself back under control.
"Hey, woah! Time out here, Rare, that was way too close!" Dash stammered, knowing full well that a strike that strong from a whip that size would break a wing bone in half and ground her for days, maybe longer.
"Rare?" Rarity asked, with a stern expression.
"I, uh, miss? Please?" Dash asked, keeping the defiance in her voice - she wasn't giving in, she was just bending.
Rarity seemed pleased enough with the outcome, and put the whip back in her unseen box of goodies. "See, Rainbow, that wasn't so bad. Just obey, everything will go much smoother."
Dash sighed, letting her tense muscles relax and her body slump, allowing the chains to take her weight. "So, this is the part where you rut me, right? Because man, do I need it."
Rarity glared.
"Uh, miss." Dash added, with a grin.
"No, darling, this is the part where I make you pretty."
"Uh?" Dash enquired, watching Rarity step back behind the light to fiddle with things unseen. "Hey, what does that mean? Ra- miss? What do...? Oh, screw it."
Dash gave up, Rarity wasn't replying. She was busying herself with something, and Dash was starting to feel cold. Not temperature cold, the other kind of cold. The kind of cold that left a longing ache between her hindlegs. The kind of cold that forced her tail to pull itself out of the way, just hoping to attract some heat. The kind of cold that left her breath shaky, not the kind that left it shivery.
If Rarity-rutting wasn't on the cards, she'd just have to deal with it herself. Her forehooves couldn't reach - though she still tried, jangling her chains around ineffectually, even contorting her body as tight as she could she fell short. She couldn't even rub her thighs together, the twin chains holding her back legs apart pulling taut before they could even touch, never mind rub.
Her wings? She knew from experience her wings simply couldn't touch. There was no point trying.
"Ugh, Rarity, this isn't taking my mind off of anything!" Dash complained, despite her mind being focussed on only one thing.
Rarity remained silent.
Dash slumped against the wall. The wall! Trying to grip what she could with her hindhooves, Dash tried to stretch her body, her lust-addled mind thinking that grinding herself against the wall was a sane and sensible plan.
The chains had been well designed, and she, yet again, fell mere inches short. Dash let herself hang once more, staring intently at the mare who quite pointedly wasn't giving it to her.
"Darling, you really must learn some self control," Rarity laughed, walking back out of the shadows with yet more tools of torture hanging in the air behind her - lipstick, eye-liner, and blush. Rarity looked at the last cosmetic for a moment, before looking back at Dash. "You don't need this one." she said, guiding the blush back to her box.
The other two weapons were still hanging by her side as she slowly walked up to Dash.
"Nuh-uh, Rarity, I-" Dash began, before Rarity interrupted her with a quick magical slap across the cheeks.
"'Miss' or 'Mistress', dear."
"Right, sorry," Dash apologised without thinking, "I'm not having those anywhere near me." she said, knowing that Rarity was most likely not going to listen to a word she had to say, and force them on her regardless.
"Oh, okay," Rarity conceded, and walked away. She left the cosmetics on one of the better lit tables, and started to move towards the door. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything, darling."
Then Dash was alone, and very, very cold.
Five minutes later, she'd discovered that no matter how she twisted her body, and no matter how much effort she put into it, she couldn't get any of her body parts closer than a few inches to the unyielding ache between her legs. This was, for obvious reasons, problematic. She was starting to wish she'd just let Rarity have her way, at least then she might have felt something.
"Rarity?" she called. "Rarity, please!"
Silence.
"Rarity!" she yelled, twisting her body and jangling her chains - Rarity had to hear that. "Rarity, get back here!"
Silence.
The cosmetics on the table glimmered in the light, as if calling to her. As if reminding her that they were her path to salvation - or at least getting off.
"R... Rarity, I want to be pretty!" Dash yelled, much quieter than before, just in case anybody else could hear.
Silence.
"Celestia damn it all," Dash whispered to herself, wondering what else she could possible do. Then she remembered, and broke into a grin. "Mistress! Make me pretty, already!" she called up into the boutique.
She heard the unmistakable sound of hooves clip-clopping along a wooden floor. Dash grinned, she'd won.
"Took you long enough, dear," Rarity laughed, picking the make-up back up from the desk and walking towards Dash. "Now, do you want me to do this?"
"Not really," Dash admitted, "can't we just skip to the sex already?"
Rarity put the cosmetics down and started to walk away.
"H-hey, no, come back!" Dash gasped.
Rarity continued walking.
"Alright, alright, yes, I want it! Do it!" Dash begged, seconds before Rarity reached the door and left the room once more. She stopped, and turned, smiling softly as she saw Dash's desperate face.
"Oh, Rainbow, you're so easy." she laughed, picking up the tools one final time.With quick, practised strikes, soon Dash's lips were caked with red, and her eyelids were marred with false shadow. She didn't resist, as much as she wanted to. As much as she hated the feeling of the slimy powder, or the slick lipstick, she knew Rarity would leave again if she didn't let her do this.
As Rarity worked, covering Dash's body in undesirables, she slowly began to raise a hoof, lightly brushing Dash's chest.
Dash gasped, her body being set aflame by the light brush. She didn't bother to try and reign herself in this time - she knew she wanted it, and she knew Rarity knew she wanted it. There was no sense hiding it. The heat from down below pounded against her body, screaming at her to find something, anything to quench her desires. Dash planned to do exactly that.
"Do have some self control, dear," Rarity whispered, "This is a makeover, not an orgy."
"Huh?" Dash half-asked, half-gasped as Rarity's hoof slowly drew downwards across her stomach, her flesh shivering underneath as Rarity slowly trailed closer to exactly where Dash wanted her to be. The idea of lunging forward and wrapping her legs around Rarity's neck, forcing the perfectly-kept white muzzle deep inside of her crossed Rainbow Dash's mind, and she blushed even harder. The chains were probably too tight, that probably wouldn't work. Probably.
"Darling, I'm not going to stop until you admit you're pretty." Rarity smiled, before stepping back. Dash's chest felt cold without that hoof. That kind of cold. With a glow of her horn, Rarity wheeled out a full-length mirror, angled so that Dash could see herself.
She was a mess. Her mane was ruffled, her coat was frizzy, her face was flushed red with desire and her mouth was lipsticked. Worst of all, the chains holding her in place held her legs open, so she couldn't have hidden her arousal even had she wanted to - she was gushing, matting the hair down her legs. There was even a tiny puddle immediately below her.
"Are you pretty, Dash?" Rarity asked.
Dash knew Rarity's game. She wouldn't stop pampering and prettifying until Dash said she was pretty. The easiest way out would be to say yes now. Dash almost did it, too, before pulling herself back - she wasn't pretty. Rarity obsessed over pretty ponies, dressing them up and dressing them down, giving them treatments and taking them to spas. That wasn't her. She wasn't pretty.
"No." Dash defied. "No, I'm not, and you can't make me be, so just screw me already."
Rarity laughed. "A lady would never speak like that, Rainbow, so nor should you."
Horseapples.
Rarity pulled out her next instrument of torture - a hairbrush. This time, she used her other hoof, lightly stroking Dash's side in time with each brush of her mane. The sensation was like raw electricity coursing through Dash's light frame, but she tried her best not to react. She had to have some self-control, after all.
She bit her lower lip as Rarity's hoof slowly snaked down, very slightly brushing against her side, but only very slightly. The feeling was overwhelming. Dash tasted blood as she bit down hard enough to both break the skin, and suppress a quiet moan.
"Enjoying this are we, Dash?" Rarity whispered, referring to the wet heat rolling from the helpless pony's neathers, and the animalistic musk that filled the room. "You're such a pretty pony, aren't you?"
Dash shook her head, letting the well-brushed side of her mane fall over her eyes as she grunted in defiance. She would have said "No." too, but she didn't trust her voice to hold out even for that one syllable.
"Yes, you are," Rarity cooed, moving her brush, and her hoof, to the other side of Dash's body. The initial touch is like a lightning strike, rushing through Dash's body and electrifying every nerve ending. Every sensation she had felt like it was on fire, yearning to be touched. For something, anything, to rub it, to take it and squeeze it. Rainbow Dash needed, above anything else, to get fucked.
"Please." she gasped out during one of the times Rarity's hoof was making its way back up her body to start another thrust, and she thought she might be able to talk.
"What's that, dear?" Rarity sing-songed, continuing to brush with both her tool and her hoof.
"Please, Miss, this is torture," Dash groaned, subconsciously bucking against her chains just to feel the air wash against her overwhelmingly sensitive areas."Please can we skip past this, please?"
"Not until I've made you pretty, Rainbow," Rarity said with a smile, still brushing away. A moment later, she stepped back to admire her handiwork - Dash's mane was straighter than it had been in years. "Are you pretty?"
"No!" Dash protested. Rarity lightly brushed her hoof against Dash's lower leg, smiling quietly to herself as the chains jangled with Dash's unreserved spasm. "N... Yes! Yes, alright, fine! You've made me pretty!" Dash admitted, scrunching her eyes closed in embarrassment. To make it worse, she actually did look kinda nice with her hair straight.
"Please, Mistress," she begged, "please, I'll say anything you want, just stop messing with me!"
Rarity lifted Dash's head up with a hoof under the chin, and looked into her eyes. "Can I clean your hooves later?"
Dash shuddered, but... "Yes! Anything! Please, just do it already!"
Rarity tittered - for all her big words and arrogance, all it took was a little teasing to bend Dash to her will. It had almost been too easy to reduce her to this, it was a shame to end it so quickly. Needs must, though - Rarity wasn't without her own desires.
Rarity leaned closer, letting Dash's head drop back down without her supporting hoof, and brought her head up to Dash's stomach. Rarity's breath tingling against Dash's skin was almost enough, her arousal mixing with anticipation to form an explosive compound. She gasped once again, letting her body swing back and forward as she gasped heavy breaths.
"Yes... please." she whispered as Rarity slowly let out her tongue, and gave a slow lick all the way up her chest. Dash's emotions were a raging inferno, and the slow lick was mindblowing to her. Her mouth hung open as she groaned freely into the air, happy just to feel Rarity's touch against her.
"T- thank you," she moaned as Rarity's forehooves found their way to her inner thighs, slowly massaging them in tiny circles as they made their way closer to the black hole inside of her that needed nothing but to be filled. "Thank you thank you thank you." she continued throatily whispering as Rarity slowly drew her head down, pushing her muzzle through the slick coat as she left a trail of light kisses and nuzzles in her wake.
Her journey ended abruptly as her chin brushed against Dash's over-sensitive clitoris, blinding her with pleasure and causing her to scream out into the room, ineffectually bucking into Rarity's face. Rarity should probably have made a point of asking her to not to that, but... every mare has needs.
Rarity continued downwards, scraping her lower lips, and then her tongue, and then her upper lips, over Dash's exposed clit, every new sensation causing the desperate mare to groan out in ecstasy even louder than before. Her head hung down, having given up any resistance she might have once had long ago, and her mouth hung open for similar reasons.
Her tongue lay slightly outside of her mouth as she panted for breath, slowly dripping saliva down her chest as she lost herself to the sensation and surrendered to Rarity's tongue. The white mare paused as her mouth levelled with Dash's dripping, parted lower lips, before letting her tongue loose once more.
The instant she connected, Rainbow Dash's entire body shook with bliss as the hot, wet tongue struck her hot, wet hole and drilled inside, slowly lapping up the copious fluids that were soaking into most of her lower body. Rarity let her eyes close as she started to lose herself, too, letting her world recede into a probing, lapping tongue, and a teasing, rubbing hoof between her legs as she sat in front of Dash almost subserviently. She knew she had to remember who was in control here, but it felt so good.
Rainbow's legs bucked and twisted as she tried to get a better grip and push herself further in. The best she could manage was to rest her hindhooves on Rarity's shoulders, giving her some little grip to pull forward and force Rarity deeper. The white mare's pink cheeks flushed red as she felt herself forced inside, lightly penetrating Dash with the tip of her nose, and letting her tongue delve ever deeper.
Her hoof swirled in complex shapes and patterns as her tongue performed a simple task, bringing an already desperately aroused mare to orgasm. Her hoof was doing much the same thing, Rarity knew deep down that she'd lost control of the situation long ago. Her own happy groans were beginning to drown out Dash's as she enthusiastically lapped and licked.
Dash's body began to quiver, Rarity could feel it vibrating through her head as Dash's low-pitched moaning broke into a higher pitched series of gasps and yelps as every nerve in her body screamed at her, telling both of them she was instants away from orgasm. Rarity pulled back - she was the one in control. She had to be in control.
"Ra... ty?" Dash groaned, shaking her head and breaking a few strands of saliva that had bridged between her chest and tongue. "Why?" she gasped in-between breaths, her eyes still glazed over with lust, and her voice still heavy with desire. Were it not for the chains, Rarity felt certain she would have been ravished within instants.
"No, Rainbow, I... I'm in control here, not you," Rarity gasped in reply, watching Dash's face fall as the low tingle of encroaching orgasm began to fade. "We do this my way. A lady would never," she panted, still lying sprawled on the floor, "be seen with her muzzle in another's body, it's uncouth."
Dash groaned in frustration. "Rarity, pleeee-eeee-eease!" she begged, flapping her wings back and forth to jangle her chains as loudly as she could. "Just rut me already!"
Rarity planned, actually, on doing exactly that. From her position on the floor, she brought over one of her favourite items from the box, and pulled a table across the room to rest immediately in front of the pained blue pegasus.
Rarity struggled to her hooves, and climbed onto the table. "Now, Rainbow," she said, her breathing almost under control now, "this is how a lady does it. Are you a lady?"
"Sure, yes, I'm a lady, paint my hooves and take me to the spa, just rut me" Dash screamed. Close enough, Rarity figured.
Bringing her favourite toy out from behind the light, she aligned the double-ended dildo - purple, and adorned with her cutie mark. Outset, and in just the right place to cause maximum pleasure. - between the two of them, and snuffled forward, groaning as it penetrated her. Ladies did it like this for a good reason - no hoof could beat it.
Rarity pushed the table forward with what magic she could muster, pushing the toy inside of Dash, immediately bringing back the tingle and forcing her head back down into it's happy, helpless drooling state.
"Now," Rarity grunted, trying to hold still so she could talk without interruption, "you can move better than me, so this one is down to you, Rainbow. Be the best lady you can be."
Dash grunted as her wings began to flap, and she started to swing back and forth against her metallic pivot. The tool bent and pulled between them, rubbing along both of their insides with each of Dash's untimed, unpractised, and enthusiastic thrusts. Though her range of movement was small, it was enough to screw both of them silly as the faux-phallus shifted around inside of them, their arousals easily lubricating its path.
The outset cutie mark did its jobs, heightening their pleasure, and reminding both of them who was boss. Even in Dash's desperate state, the metaphor of having Rarity's symbol fill her with pleasure and quickly bring her to the edge of ecstasy wasn't lost on her.
Dash screamed as the assault drove her willing body to its extremes, and her already torrential flow exploded as she finally achieved orgasm, and her wings stopped flapping as her body started to shut down, wallowing in its own pleasure and nothing more.
Her tight walls contracted around the dildo, holding it tight as she slowly swung back and forth on her own momentum. The result ended up being even rougher on Rarity's equally needy body, each swing mercilessly penetrating the white mare as Dash metronomed back and forth.
Soon after, Rarity joined her lover in mindless bliss, her throbbing marehood closing in around the other end of the toy and stopping Dash's swings, letting her simply hang there with her mouth parted and her eyes closed. Her lower body was matted with one fluid, and her upper body was matted with another, and neither of them cared.
Several minutes later, Rarity thought she could concentrate well enough to pull free. Pushing Dash back slightly, she slipped the toy out and let it drop to the floor. Dash gasped as the sensation of happy emptiness awoke her, and she stared down at the equally messy mare lying on the table in front of her.
"That take your mind off it, Dash?" Rarity breathlessly asked, still lying back on the table and trying to recover.
"Oh yeah, yeah that did it." Dash agreed, grinning and letting her head fall back. "So hey, tell me again why I love you." she said, starting the ritual that always ended their more esoteric sessions.
"Because of my generosity, Rainbow. Tell me again why I love you?" she replied, word-perfect to their practised lines.
"Because," Dash replied, flexing her legs and getting ready to try and take her own weight, "of my Loyalty." The emphasis on the last word was intentional.
Hearing their safeword, the enchanted chains and binds relaxed, letting Dash drop to the floor, and immediately fall over, unable to take her own weight. "Ow."
Rarity giggled, and rolled over, dropping to the floor herself and shakily walking over to where Dash lay, before lying down beside her and snuggling close.
"So," Rarity teased, "can I really paint your nails and take you to the spa? Because, darling, I would love to."
"No."
