NaNoWriMo2015 Oneshot Colletction

There was few places in Manehattan more repulsive than the stables of the Red Light District. Unfortunately for up and coming singer Sweetie Bell and her friend, Rumble, that was exactly where they found themselves, doing the daily cleanup of the Domination-Submission rooms, the worst of the worst jobs there was there.

They weren’t all that hard to do, as most of that involved topping the toys and harnesses into a laundry shoot, and running them through an exceptionally large washing machine. While it wasn’t so much the cleaning itself that was nasty, as Sweetie’s magic and tongs in Rumble’s wings prevented direct contact, there was the knowledge of the kinks of anonymous members of the rich and famous of Manehattan.

Sweetie shuddered as she picked up a particularly oddly shaped piece of long floppy rubber. “That’s nasty,” she complained, tossing it into the bucket they were using. The chutes weren’t in the rooms themselves, sadly, so the two twenty-year-olds were stuck loading the stuff into a bucket and taking it to the end of the hall where the chute WAS located.

“Well, look on the bright side. At least nothing double ended was used in the stallion only rooms,” her companion noted with a shudder. Sweetie gave a disgusted squeak and flung what was in her magic at him for that comment. They’d already finished those rooms, thank Luna, but he could easily have jinxed them if they hadn’t!

The large ball gag smacked him on the nose, eliciting a jump and deadpan at the mare as he picked the gag up with the tongs and tossed it into the bucket. “Really?” he asked her deadpan. “You really want to start this?” He picked up something beside him, and then proceeded to brandish it at Sweetie. The riding crop caused them both to blink, before they burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of the device. He tossed it into the bucket, shaking his head, before jumping back as something whistled by his head and into the bucket. He blinked at the oddly shaped… thing he couldn’t put a name or use to—thankfully—before turning to look at Sweetie once more.

She grinned innocently at him, before sticking he tongue out. He took a step forward, raising a single eyebrow at her. “Oh?” he asked her. “You really want to?” he asked her challengingly.

“Maybe,” she giggled, her horn lighting up. There was no warning before a set of—thankfully clean—straps shot out from the closet and bound Rumble up. The hooks on them shot up and in far less time than the poor stallion could react, he was hanging from the roof, unable to use his wings to free himself, and his hooves bound together. The tethers were long and loose, but he’d never manage to lift them in a way to release himself. Sweetie grinned at the suspended colt.

He looked back at her nervously. “Come on Sweetie, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Come on, this is the last room we have left to do,” she said softly, enticingly, as she licked her lips. “We’re practically done. As long as we clean up after ourselves, we’re the last ones in the building,” she whispered, approaching him slowly, putting plenty of sway into her hips. Sway that quickly captured and kept Rumble’s attention as she put a little extra wave in her tail.

He licked his lips, which had suddenly become exceptionally dry… “Are… are you sure we’re the last ones here? Nopony will walk in on us?” he asked, his tone high pitched and nervous, though at the same time, he was quite clearly unable to look away from the mare that was now right in front of him.

She leaned forwards and captured his lips in a kiss. A kiss that was all too short, as Sweetie pulled back before she had done much more than teased him. “I’m positive,” she purred. “This is all cleaned up and we can just put our stuff through with the last load, right?” she said to him, running her muzzle down Rumble’s neck and shoulder, eliciting a shuddering gasp from the stallion.

“Right,” Rumble finally managed. “Yeah, we’ll just clean up after.”

Sweetie giggled. “Glad you agree,” she said, slipping beneath the stallion after shooting one more impish smile at him.

And then they banged.