Dominant Ideal: Paying the Price

"Okay," Scootaloo started, clearing her throat. "You have to do everything I tell you to, okay? If you don't, I'm gone."

Sweetie Belle nodded after a short hesitation.

"I want you to get on your bed," Scootaloo said, "And, uhh, clear it of stuff," she added, after looking at the mound of miscellaneous items barely leaving a small spot free for a filly to sleep in.

"Sure," Sweetie Belle said. She immediately got to work, picking stuff off from her bed with her teeth and tossing them on the floor where other similar items were strewn about. For a fleeting moment she thought that her mom had told her to clean her bed at least a dozen times, but Scootaloo'd only had to tell her once. Wonder how that worked anyway. She was soon done, and she brushed the few breadcrumbs and leftover crisps from some secret late-night snacking incident, then jumped on the bed. "Is this good enough?" she asked.

Scootaloo nodded and walked outside. She soon returned with a big, red scarf in her mouth. After climbing onto the bed, she spat it out. "First off, I'm gonna blindfold you. Just like you did to me."

"O-okay?" Sweetie Belle said. She turned her back to Scootaloo so it'd be easier to tie the scarf around her head. She closed her eyes, but nothing happened. "Scoots?"

"You're really going through with this?" Scootaloo asked.

Sweetie Belle turned around to find Scootaloo fidgeting with the scarf in her forehooves. "Of course! I told you I'd do anything to try and fix stuff with you."

"And you really think this'll work?" Scootaloo asked. "I mean, uhh, isn't stuff like this what messed things up already?"

Sweetie Belle had to think about it for a moment. "Well, I think it's different. Like the first two spankings I gave you. You needed them and you were okay about them after."

Scootaloo's cheeks gained a tiny purplish tint, and she had to swallow. "I remember. I just don't wanna hit you again. I really mean it. I don't want to be a pony like that."

"Scoots..." Sweetie Belle carefully took Scootaloo's forehooves into her own. "I know you feel bad inside and I feel bad too. I..." She had to swallow too. "I know it's gonna be bad. And I'll probably cry. But I deserve it. And I wanna show you that whatever happens, I wanna make things up to you and be your friend."

"But how? You don't even know what I've got planned. What if it's something totally awful and horrid and everything."

It was the first time Sweetie Belle was sure of what she was going to say. "Whatever you're gonna do, it's okay. I trust you."

Scootaloo fell silent for a moment. "Sweetie, there's something I gotta tell you."

Sweetie Belle felt a shiver go down her spine. Nothing good ever came from somepony saying those words. She still managed to nod.

"Remember that book you had at the clubhouse? Well, I kinda borrowed it too."

"You did what?" Sweetie Belle squeaked out. Her heart doubled its pace in under a millisecond, and she felt a new wave of goosebumps run through her back.

Scootaloo looked suitably embarrassed, and she once again rubbed one forehoof on another, something she had a habit of doing whenever she was nervous. "I wasn't planning on anything like this or anything! I just wanted to see what was in it!" She couldn't look Sweetie Belle in the eyes. "It's like you said, Spike almost forced me to take it when I mentioned it to him. But anyways, some of the stuff I was planning to do today, well, I got the idea from the book. I just wanted to tell you that."

Sweetie Belle had to swallow a huge lump in her throat. She could feel the cold grasp of panic reaching inside her chest as well. She hadn't read the whole book, but she knew some of the stuff that was in it. If one thing was for certain, it wasn't a book either of the fillies should ever have gotten their hooves on. She couldn't really say anything.

"You okay with that, Sweetie?" Scootaloo asked, fidgeting with her forehooves.

Sweetie had to swallow one more time before she could talk again. "It's okay." she stuttered, afraid Scootaloo couldn't tell how absolutely terrified she was of whatever ideas the book might have given to Scootaloo. "I told you I'd do anything and I mean it." The words rang hollow to her own ears, and her stomach was tying itself into knots worth a Filly Scout merit badge.

Scootaloo nodded and picked up the scarf again. Sweetie turned around obediently, happy that she could hide her face from Scootaloo for the time being. Her world soon turned red as the scarf was wrapped around her head and tied tightly to stop her from peeking even if she'd try. She could both hear and feel a hot breath on her neck as Scootaloo tightened the knots behind her. Scootaloo'd proven really good with blindfolding ponies when they'd been playing pin-the-tail so Sweetie Belle knew that she wouldn't be getting it off without a lot of trying. Sweetie could feel Scootaloo roll of the bed and heard her walking away. A cold shiver ran down her back as her imagination started to get a hold of her. What was Scootaloo going to do first? Or, well, next, anyway? Would it hurt? What had she found in that awful book? Her mind went through the few chapters and images she remembered from the book, and she noticed her teeth chattering like she was cold.

The hoofsteps returned, and the mattress squeaked as Scootaloo jumped back onto it. She'd landed right in front of Sweetie Belle this time. She could feel a light breeze on her face for some reason.

"Seems you can't see anything," Scootaloo said.

"What do you mean?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Just waved a hoof in front of your face and you didn't flinch," Scootaloo said. "Now, umm, I need you to lift your fores up and hold them together. I'm gonna tie them up."

Sweetie Belle did as she was told, but she could feel her forehooves shake as she lifted them up. She'd been expecting Scootaloo to tie her up, but it still came as a sort of shock to her. She'd been hoping against hope that whatever was going to happen wouldn't involve being bound. They'd tried tying each other up once and Apple Bloom and Scootaloo had made Sweetie Belle's knots so tight that she could hardly breathe, and then they'd tickled her. They thought it was fun, but for Sweetie Belle, it was something of a waking nightmare. Turnabout was fair play, though, and she'd tied Scootaloo up for two of her spankings, so no use trying to squirm out of it. At least Scootaloo was using a thick rope and not the kind of twine they'd used at first, and she said as much out loud.

"It's one of my old skipropes," Scootaloo explained as she continued her job. "Mom keeps buying me new ones so I got a lot of spares."

The rope kept being wound around her forehooves in a figure-eight, first around one hoof, then another, all the time going higher and higher. Sweetie Belle winced a bit as Scootaloo tightened the rope and it pinched her skin. Her instincts told her to fight, to run away and hide, to not let someone capture her like this. To fight against someone making her helpless like this, but she could feel it was already too late. Her forehooves were tightly bound together all the way from her fetlocks to her hocks.

There was one last tug on the rope. "There. Looks good," Scootaloo said. "Next you gotta lie down on your belly."

"Err, okay?" Sweetie Belle said. She pushed her tied-up forehooves in front of her and laid down, leaning on her front knees, just like she was going to read a comic on her stomach.

"No, not like that," Scootaloo said. "Sit up again."

With some struggling and balancing, Sweetie Belle climbed back onto her haunches. Scootaloo took ahold of Sweetie Belle's forehooves and quite unceremoniously pushed them right against her stomach and pushed on her back. Sweetie Belle barely had enough time to let out an "Eeep!" before her chin landed on the mattress. Luckily her bed was really soft, and even luckier, she hadn't bitten her tongue. "You could have warned me a bit first," she muttered, but Scootaloo didn't seem to listen.

Without warning, Scootaloo lifted Sweetie Belle's tail up and against her back. For a second Sweetie Belle thought that the first smack would now land onto her exposed rump, but instead it was Scootaloo herself that landed onto her back. Seated comfortably on her upper back, she was pinning Sweetie Belle's tail against her back, and incidentally squeezing all the air out of Sweetie Belle's lungs as well. Sweetie Belle felt the rope on her forehooves get tugged on a bit as they were tied tightly to a new rope going around her loins, pinning both her forehooves and her tail against her body. Scootaloo climbed off of Sweetie Belle's back and moved onto the floor.

Sweetie Belle couldn't tell what was happening behind her. It sounded like Scootaloo was crawling on the floor of her room, but why in Equestria would she do something like that? The mattress underneath her bounced slightly as Scootaloo moved underneath her bed for some reason. "What's going on?" she asked, but got no answer. Soon enough a coughing Scootaloo climbed back onto the bed behind her. For a moment Sweetie Belle imagined what she'd look like to Scootaloo, with her rump aimed at the ceiling and tied all over with colourful skipropes. It only made her realise how exposed her rear was right then and there. She tried to cross her hind legs to cover herself up, but to her horror, they were immediately pulled apart. She felt a rope get tied around one of her hind fetlocks. Maybe Scootaloo was going to tie them together, and was just starting with only one leg?

"Spread your legs," Scootaloo said to Sweetie Belle's surprise.

"C-can't I keep them together? I mean, you'd see everything," Sweetie stammered.

Scootaloo sighed audibly. "I've seen under your tail, like, a million times, Sweetie."

"Yeah but it's different! And why do I need to spread them anyway? You're gonna tie them together, aren't you?"

"Just do it. You promised, remember?" Scootaloo said. There was a tinge of smug satisfaction in her voice.

Sweetie Belle was left with no other options but to open her legs up. With her tail out of the way and her forehooves underneath her pushing her rump upwards, she felt really exposed. And like a very good target. Scootaloo pulled one of her hind legs far to the side, then the other to the opposite side, and tied a second rope around her other fetlock.

"There. That was easier than I thought," Scootaloo said.

"Wait! What did you do?" Sweetie Belle asked. She tried to move her hind legs, but every time she tried to move one of them, the other one was pulled further away from the other. "What did you do!?"

"I tied your hinds together under the bed, so now you can't put them together."

Without any warning, there was a loud SMACK, and a flash of hot pain shot through Sweetie Belle's body. "Ahhh!" she yelped. She could hardly move at all, let alone cover herself. "No! Not yet! I wasn't ready!" She could still feel the pain throbbing where Scootaloo's hoof had landed. Was this what being spanked felt like? It hurt far more than she'd thought it would! She would have given anything to just try and rub the hurt away, but she was utterly stuck. The sound she heard from behind her still managed to surprise her.

Scootaloo was giggling. "Wow! I didn't think your butt would move like that."

"S-stop looking at my butt!" Sweetie Belle shouted, doubling her efforts to squirm free from her bonds, but to no avail. The ropes held fast, and she knew she was stuck.

Scootaloo snickered some more. "I don't think you can stop me!"

"Scoota—AHHH!" Sweetie Belle tried to yell at her friend, but another smack landing on her rump turned it into another yelp of pain. The blow had landed on her other cheek, and all she could do was to try and shake the pain off.

"This looks amazing! I could watch this for the whole day." Scootaloo said.

"S-stop it!" Sweetie Belle shouted.

"Nu-uh!" Scootaloo answered.

Sweetie Belle could feel Scootaloo's hooves grab her flanks from both sides, and quite unceremoniously shake her rump from side to side. She felt her face burning from sheer embarrassment. "Noo!" she yelled, and was rewarded with another firm swat on her bottom. "Aihh! No! I told you I wasn't ready!"

"Lessee, you're tied up, can't do anything to stop me, and your butt is high in the air. I think you're plenty ready," Scootaloo said. She prodded Sweetie Belle's bottom with a hoof for emphasis, rocking Sweetie Belle's whole body forward.

Sweetie Belle had to admit to herself that Scootaloo was right. Despite all of her struggling, the only part she could actually move was her head, and even that was pushed against the mattress. If she'd thought for a moment that this wasn't going to be bad, those fleeting thoughts were right now dissolving. She once again felt Scootaloo move, this time to her side. She felt a hoof touch her rump right below her dock. With no forewarning or special fanfare, Scootaloo started Sweetie Belle's first real spanking.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Scootaloo's hoof landed all over Sweetie Belle's bottom. What she lacked in aim she made up in power, bringing her hoof down with all her might every time.

"No! No! NOOO!" Sweetie Belle shouted, but her words soon turned into "AAAHHH"s and "AIIHH"s as the blows kept on landing. She tried to squirm from her bonds, to shake her rear away from the blows, even to try and climb up with her hind legs, but nothing would work against the tight ropes.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The strikes kept raining down over and over again, and Sweetie Belle could feel her eyes begin to burn fiercely underneath her blindfold. It was getting harder to breathe, but she couldn't stop yelling and screaming for Scootaloo to stop. Any thoughts of this being something manageable or that she could take with dignity flew out the window and moved South for the Winter. She squealed, begged, shouted, screamed, but there was no stopping Scootaloo. Finally the dams burst, and Sweetie felt tears start roll out of her eyes and immediately get caught in her blindfold. Scootaloo had slowed down with her strikes, now landing them further apart, yet just as hard as before.

SMACK! "Scootaloo!"

SMACK! *sob*

SMACK! "Please!"

SMACK! "I'm sorry!"

That one worked. No more blows rained down on Sweetie Belle's rump. After tensing her rump for a moment in anticipation of more punishment, she finally loosened up and gave into her tears. She felt them roll out like a tidal wave against the scarf around her head, some seeping through and rolling down her cheeks.

"And... and..." Scootaloo started. She was clearly out of breath and panting between every word. "And what are... you sorry... for?"

"E-everything!" Sweetie Belle screamed out. "Everything I did to you. All the spankings and making you drink all the soda and then pee yourself! I thought I was doing the right thing and helping you but then I got carried away and went too far! I... I knew I was going too far but just couldn't stop myself!"

"You don't have any idea, do you, stupid?" Scootaloo shouted at her, immediately silencing Sweetie Belle. "I can't even go to the Clubhouse, OUR Clubhouse, because of what you did. Every time I try to go there, I think it smells of pee!"

"But it doesn't smell." Sweetie Belle said.

"It does to ME!" Scootaloo shouted again. "And... and every time I'm with you, I don't know who you are any more! The Sweetie I knew wouldn't read some weird book and do all that weird stuff to a friend! I thought it was supposed to be just a spanking, but then there was everything else too and..." Scootaloo let out a sob too. "I felt so dirty after that! I went home and took a bath, but it didn't help at all! And every time I have to take a pee, I start thinking about what you did! Even the smell makes me wanna toss it!"

"I... I didn't know, Scoots," Sweetie Belle said. If she'd been feeling awful earlier, this was a thousand times worse. The burning pain in her rear was only matched by the pain in her chest.

"And..." Scootaloo sobbed. "And every time we're with Bloom I wanna tell her everything. Or my mom. I've wanted to tell mom so many times but she's always working or in a hurry and I don't know what to do!" She couldn't continue, as the tears took her over as well.

Sweetie Belle didn't have any words left either. She'd done something so bad to her best friend that she couldn't stop thinking about it all the time, and probably every time they saw each other it only reminded Scootaloo of all the horrible things that happened. "I'm so sorry," she stammered.

"Sorry?" Scootaloo repeated. "SORRY!? Is that all you can say? You some stupid parrot or something?"

"What do you want me to say!?" Sweetie shouted back at Scootaloo.

"I DON'T KNOW!"

Silence fell over the room and the two crying fillies.

"Maybe..." Sweetie Belle started. "This was a bad idea. Yeah. A really bad idea. We should stop and... and we should go talk with some adults. Tell them everything. We'll get into trouble but if it helps you then I don't care. Nothing feels worse than knowing how bad I've made you feel, Scoots."

For a long time, Scootaloo didn't answer. Then, in a low voice, she said just one word. "No."

"But... but why? I don't think we can work this out ourselves," Sweetie Belle said.

"No, I mean..." Scootaloo started. "I mean, yeah, we should probably go talk to some adults about this. But we're not stopping. Just thinking about all the stuff you did and everything, now I really want to do this. And all the things I'd planned too. I mean, I wanted to stop before, but now I've changed my mind." She took a deep breath, then in a much calmer, level voice, added. "I really want to hurt you."

The words were like ice-cold bars of lead being dropped onto Sweetie Belle's back. Her jaw trembled like mad, but she was still able to squeeze out a quiet "Okay."

Sweetie Belle didn't see what effect her words had on Scootaloo, but the bed squeaked next to her. "W-what?" Scootaloo asked, her voice full of surprise and uncertainty.

"You can do whatever you want to me, Scoots. Anything that will make you feel even a little bit better. I'm really, honestly, so so sorry about what I did, and I know you don't want me to say it but that's all I can do. If I could go back in time with some time machine or something and stop it happening, I would. But i can't, and I feel awful about it. About all of it. So... so whatever you want to do to me is okay."

"But... but it'll hurt like crazy!" Scootaloo said incredulously.

"It can't hurt worse than what I'm feeling in my heart right now, Scootaloo."

There was another loud sob from Scootaloo. "S-Sweetie..."

"Just promise we'll go talk to adults about everything afterwards."

A sniffle, then the sound of a filly wiping her nose messily onto a forehoof. "I will."

"And... and Scootaloo?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you please p-punish me for being bad?"

Scootaloo sniffled once more. "I, uhh, I just nodded. But you couldn't see it I guess, but I did." Without another word, Scootaloo walked out of the room. A few moments later, the sound of running water carried from the toilet on the other side of the corridor.

Sweetie's head was abuzz with so many different thoughts and feelings that she had no idea what to do with them. There was relief of hearing Scootaloo agree to come talk with the adults with her, pain from her throbbing sore bottom that flared up if she moved even an inch, regret of everything she'd done to her best friend, disgust in herself, but behind it all, looming and constantly growing, was fear. The way Scootaloo had said those words. "I really want to hurt you." It hadn't sounded like Scootaloo at all. She was brash, headstrong, sometimes really short-tempered, boyish even, but not violent and scary like that. It was Scootaloo who usually ended up with the worst bumps and bruises from their antics and just laughed them off. No, that wasn't even it. Whenever something was going majorly wrong and Sweetie Belle or Apple Bloom were in danger or about to get hurt, Scootaloo would try and dive in to save them, or at least to slow their fall. It didn't usually amount to much, but Scootaloo tried. The brash little daredevil would never admit it, but she was actually really gentle underneath her tomcoltish attitude. Sure, she always talked about busting Diamond Tiara's face in and stuff, but she'd never do something like that. She'd never hurt another pony like that; not in a million years!

But the Scootaloo she was with now was different. The fear of what was going to happen to her right now made Sweetie Belle's chest hurt and her breath come in short gasps. The way Scootaloo'd been talking about what was going to come next, it could only be something absolutely totally unbelievably bad. Even if Scootaloo'd been pretty calm just now, it was clear she was really angry of what Sweetie Belle had done, so there would probably be no holding back either. Sweetie Belle knew she'd deserve everything she was going to get, but even repeating that over and over in her head did nothing to make her feel any less horrified.

Scootaloo walked back into the room. There were some weird sounds coming from the foot of Sweetie Belle's bed: at least sticky tape being ripped, the clatter of wood against wood, and a the thump of something heavy landing onto the bed. Scootaloo climbed onto the bed behind her. "Here, hold this," she said.

Something very heavy was shoved into Sweetie Belle's tied forehooves where they were stuck between her legs underneath her. She couldn't get a good grip of it, and it soon slipped from her grasp. Scootaloo replaced it immediately. She could make out a handle, probably wooden. "What is it?" she asked.

"It's what I'm gonna use on you next," Scootaloo answered. "It's my mum's manebrush."

"Huh?" Sweetie Belle rolled the heavy handle around between her hooves. "You're gonna... brush my mane?"

"Ugh," Scootaloo said. "No. Like... the other side."

Sweetie Belle managed to turn the brush around in her hooves. When she got to the wider end of the brush, she could feel soft bristles sticking out from one side. On the other side there was absolutely nothing, except a large, flat, smooth, heavy, wooden... "Oh, no!" Sweetie Belle yelled, dropping the brush from her hooves as if getting rid of it would make any difference.

"Oh, yeah. That's what I'm gonna spank you with," Scootaloo said. "I tried it on my own leg and it hurts like crazy." There were some weird noises from behind Sweetie Belle's spread legs. "That's not all. There's also, well, this."

Sweetie Belle felt something touch her between her legs, right near her number two hole. "H-hey! stop it!" She tried to clench her buttocks, but thanks to them being spread wide open, there was no way to escape. That something poked at her entrance, the sensation somewhere between tickling, pain, and absolute horror. "You're not going to put anything in there, are you!?" she asked with a quivering voice.

"Yeah, I am. It's actually really small and doesn't really hurt that much. I mean, there's a little bulgy bit at the tip but you won't probably feel it. My mum once used it on me and it felt really weird, but didn't really hurt."

"What are you talking about? What is it? What's going on!?"

"It's a nozzle. The nozzle's connected to a tube, and that runs up to a bag of water. I'm gonna put the nozzle into your butthole, then let water run in."

"B-but... why? Why would your mom do something like that to you? And why do you have something like that anyways!?"

"It's called an enema. It's actually medical or something. She used it on me when my tummy was hurting really bad and, well, it helped. "

"I don't get it! Why are you doing something like that to me?!" Sweetie Belle squeaked, once again trying to shuffle her bottom away from the horrid implement, yet the ropes around her hind fetlocks kept her still.

"Remember how you put a thermometer up my butt?"

"Oh, yeah. That." Sweetie Belle said. Having to suck the item in question out of Scootaloo's butthole after it slipped in a bit too far was one of the weirdest and disgusting experiences she'd ever had in her life. Almost as bad as when she'd agreed to kiss a colt on a dare, but not quite. Something cold touched the entrance to her insides, followed by what could only be Scootaloo's hoof. "Ewww!" Sweetie Belle had to shout.

"H-hey! I'm the one who has to touch your butthole!" Scootaloo said. "And I'm at least using some lube so it won't hurt!"

"Yeah, but still, ewww!" Sweetie felt her face burn in shame again. Her best friend was prodding her emergency delivery number two while she was completely helpless to do anything about it. Then she felt something hard touch her hole... and slide in. "EEEEWWWW!" she screamed, shaking her body as much as her bonds would let her. The item in question didn't leave, though.

"There. It's in," Scootaloo said somewhat triumphantly.

Sweetie heard some sounds of plastic clicks and filly muttering under her breath, and then something happened inside her. She could feel, well, something. It mostly felt slightly cool, and not really painful or anything. She had no idea why somepony would put water into another pony from the rear, but that thought soon vanished as she heard a heavy wooden smack against what she imagined was Scootaloo's hoof. Whatever this enema thing was, it could wait for now. She felt Scootaloo move next to her just like before, and soon after, something cool and flat being placed against her rump. "Wait, are you gonna use it now? When that thing is happening?" Her only answer was...

SWAT!

And Sweetie Belle's world narrowed to the few square inches of her bottom that had just been set on fire. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" She screamed, trying desperately to fight once more against her bonds, only remotely feeling them bite deeper into her skin. Her legs kicked against the ropes holding them far apart, but once again, to no avail.

SWAT!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAANONONONONONONONONOPLEASENO!" Sweetie Belle screamed at the top of her voice. Those first two blows had already been worse than what Scootaloo's hoof had done before. Tears were welling inside her eyes, ready to burst out any second now.

SWAT!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The third hit landed a bit lower on her legs, bringing the already unbearable pain to heights she couldn't believe could exist. The dams burst, and tears freely flowed from Sweetie Belle's eyes into the already damp blindfold.

SWAT!

"NOOO*sob*OOOO! PLEASE SCOOTALOO NO—" She couldn't even finish before the next hit landed.

SWAT!

"AAAAHHH *sob* AAAAHHH I CAN'T—"

SWAT!

"AAAHH NONONONO PLEASE!" That ended up being the last word she'd say for a good long while.

SWAT!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA" After that, there were no longer words left in Sweetie Belle's mind. All she could feel any more was the searing, shocking pain in her bottom, with every blow landing over her tender plump rump sending a jolt throughout her whole body. She kicked, screamed, flailed with her head, anything she could, but nothing, absolutely nothing would help.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

The blows landed all over Sweetie Belle's utterly unprotected rump, high next to her dock, to the sides where one day maybe a Cutie Mark would appear, and worst of all, down where her bottom turned into her legs. When the manebrush struck there, her mind was filled with whiteness, every sound in the world turning off, leaving her in her own personal universe of pain.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Then, a reprieve came. Sweetie Belle howled, bawled, kicked, screamed, pulled and pushed, desperate to escape, no longer thinking as much as being driven by pure adrenaline. It took her a long while to notice that no more pain was coming her way. Her bottom was on fire, and she wasn't sure if Scootaloo was still spanking her and she couldn't even feel it, but no smacks of that vile wooden tool hitting her rear could be heard. She still couldn't stop crying and shouting, despite her voice growing raspy and breath becoming more akin to a cough. After the longest time, the pain ebbed away enough for her to catch her breath. The moment she did, a new, even more horrid sensation came over her: Her stomach lurched and twisted, letting out a gurgling noise loud enough for her to hear it easily.

"...to be working too," Scootaloo said somewhere in the distance.

Sweetie Belle didn't pay those words any heed. The pressure inside her bowels had grown furiously without her noticing during the manebrushing. Another lurch, and she felt like she might explode any second. "I gotta go!" she yelled in panic.

"Nu-uh. Not yet," Scootaloo said. "There's still about a third left in the bag. And that means there's gonna be more...

"No! PLEASE NOOO!" Sweetie Belle screamed.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

The strikes came at a rapid-fire pace, immediately driving Sweetie Belle over the edge and into the world of tears and screams, but behind it all, the most awful thing was that she could still feel her stomach churning like a boiling pot. Despite screaming her lungs out, the pressure kept building and building inside her as well, and as the strikes kept on landing, Sweetie Belle finally broke.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Sweetie Belle could only bawl. There was no escape, there was no help coming. She couldn't even feel the strikes landing on her rump any more. Everything below her waist was just one huge, throbbing ball of fire. Even her screams died down, as all she could do was take raspy, sobbing breaths.

And then it was done. No more strikes fell. No more horrid sounds echoed through the room. The pain was still there, but for some reason, it felt distant, like she could feel it, but not actually think of it as her own any more. Her breath was rapid, and she was overtaken by a coughing fit. She panted, her tears turning to those of relief. She tentatively moved her rump, the jolts of pain making her bite her teeth together. And then her stomach reminded her of its existence posthaste and whatnot. With all the remaining mobility her hind legs had, she squeezed her buttocks together, feeling the horrid pressure hammering against her exit like a battering ram. Gritting her teeth, an eternity passed, and the pressure finally eased, leaving her again a sobbing, breathless mess. "S-S-S-Scoots..." she couldn't even talk out loud, afraid that saying anything would bring on another cramp.

"It's over, Sweetie. No more manebrush."

"N-no... I mean... I gotta... I really gotta go."

"I know," Scootaloo said. For some reason, her words sounded really distant to Sweetie Belle.

"No, I mean, like, right now. I'm gonna blow up any second. Whatever that enema thing did, it's coming out!"

"I know," Scootaloo said. "That's why I'm packing up. I don't wanna be anywhere near when it happens.

"W-what? But... I need to go to the toilet!" Sweetie asked in horrid confusion.

"Sucks to be tied up on your bed, doesn't it? Just wait till I pull that nozzle out. That's the only thing keeping it all in," Scootaloo said.

"N-No. NO! Scootaloo! Please! You can't do this!" Sweetie begged as the dots finally connected.

"I can't?" Scootaloo asked. Sweetie Belle felt her mane being tucked back painfully, and Scootaloo spoke directly into her ear. "Just like you couldn't make me wet myself and make a mess of the whole Clubhouse? That kinda can't?"

"Please! I can't... I can't hold it in! You gotta let me go!"

"That's what I said! That's what I shouted and screamed at you! But you were too busy playing with yourself that you didn't notice. And you'd even planned it that way, hadn't you. From the start. Making me drink all that soda just so you could make me do it?"

"Yes! I know! It wasn't supposed to happen like that! I had a bucket and—"

"Hope you have that bucket ready now, because I don't," Scootaloo said, finally letting go of Sweetie Belle's mane.

Another terrible gurgle escaped Sweetie Belle's stomach. Another cramp was coming any minute now, and she wouldn't be able to keep it in. "P-please! It hurts! I don't wanna do it here! Don't make me do it here! Not on the bed!"

"Pssh. Like I cared," Scootaloo said. "I have all my stuff packed. Next I'm gonna take the bag, and finally pull out the nozzle. Then it's only a matter of time."

"No! Scoots! Please! I'm sorry! Please don't do this!"

"SHOUTING AT MY BEST FRIEND FOR HELP DIDN'T DO ANYTHING FOR ME EITHER!" Scootaloo screamed at the top of her voice. After panting a few moments more, she was able to talk again. "Wish I was here to see the expression on your parents' faces when they find you tied up, your bed and probably whole floor covered in brown. They're coming, when, tomorrow? So you'll get to wait there, tied up, all alone, not able to do anything all that time. Sound fun?"

Sweetie Belle's chest was ice-cold. Her whole body was quaking from panic. "You'll get in trouble too!"

Scootaloo actually barked a dry, mirthless laugh. "Really? What are they gonna do to me? Spank me? And after I tell them what you did first? And after I tell everypony at school how you spent your Friday night covered in your own crap?"

"No!" Sweetie Belle shouted, but unable to continue. The next cramp had finally started, and she was trying to squeeze her buttocks shut with all her power.

With a hard tug, Scootaloo pulled the nozzle out. She slowly walked to the door. "Have fun, Sweetie!" And started down the stairs.

"Nnngh! S-S-Scootaloo! Please! Don't leave me! Not like this! Don't... no!" The rest of her words were caught as she had to bite her teeth together and tense her whole body. This cramp was far worse than the one before, and she knew there was no stopper left in her butthole. Maybe, just maybe, if she could keep it in, if she could fight it... but she'd have to do it over and over again until her parents came back... or maybe Rarity would come and check up on her when she didn't show at her Boutique, but even that was hours away. The pressure hit her exit at full speed. If only her legs were closer together, she might have been able to hold it in, but now there was no chance at all. With her final breath, she shouted "SCOOTALOO! HELP ME! IT'S COMING OUT!"

Her legs squeezed together. Had the rope loosened up? That was the only thing she had time to think of, as she scrunched her buttocks closed desperately, not even able to cry tears of relief with all her focus concentrated on clenching.

"You... you can do it, Sweetie!"

It was Scootaloo! She hadn't left her! She'd come back! As the cramp died down, this time she heard the loud, audible *snip* of the scissors, and felt the rope around her loins grow flaccid.

"Come on! Hurry! I'll help you!" Scootaloo said, pulling Sweetie Belle off the bed.

By some miracle, Sweetie Belle landed on all fours, or on all threes, as her forehooves were still tightly tied together. It didn't matter, though, because it was enough for her to move. Scootaloo held her around her neck and guided her steps in the darkness behind the blindfold. A door opened, and Sweetie Belle stepped on the warmed tiles of their house's bathroom.

"There. It's right in front of you. The lid's up," Scootaloo said.

Sweetie lifted her forehooves up and felt where the toilet bowl was, turned around, and sat down. Her mistreated rear touched on the seat, which made her flinch, but right now she just had to bear it. She could hear Scootaloo walk out the door before it clicked shut. That's the last thing she noticed, because she was on the toilet... and released.