Rest and rejuvenation are, by nature, things which cannot be rushed, regardless of the opinion of a certain prismatically maned miscreant. And so it was nearing late afternoon by the time the three of them returned to Rarity's shop, where they curled up on the cozy lounging cushions of her private little gossip nook. Rarity hummed to herself as she sipped her tea, the sign on her door flipped to 'closed.'

Indeed, a perk of owning one's own business. A secondary one, perhaps, when compared to fucking your comely marefriend on the boutique floor after hours.

But not tonight, alas. At least… not yet!

It was just as well, she had already cleared all of her appointments for the day. The time would be sorely needed, especially considering whom they were dealing with. Speaking of...

Rainbow Dash had declined the tea in favor of a tall, sweaty glass of ice water. A glass of ice water infused with lemon and blueberry, at least— Rarity was never one to do things by half measures. Of course, its elegance was lost on the pegasus, as she was all but guzzling the stuff with absolutely no sense of decorum.

Fluttershy stared at Rainbow, one eyebrow gently curved up, a cup of sweet citrus tea halted halfway to her open mouth. Rarity watched with her chin resting on the back of a hoof, her ears turned out and her eyes low with reproach. She cleared her throat pointedly just as Rainbow finished.

Rainbow swiped a hoof across her mouth, then paused, as if just realizing that her friends were staring hard at her.

“What?” she asked with a little frown. “The sauna makes me thirsty!”

Rarity let her disapproval seep in deeper, her eyes narrowing a fraction more, and was quite gratified when Rainbow slouched… just a tad. A veritable crack in the wall. What was quite interesting was that a crack could be made—and not with any hectoring, pain, or bribery. Just the force of her will alone.

It was a plain fact that Rainbow’s blustery ego was difficult to pierce even with their entire group of friends appealing to her some days. And yet… what Rarity realized just right then?

Rainbow responds strongly to silence.

Only when this new and titillating realization land did the fashionista let a smile unfurl across her face, one sleek eyebrow quirking as she waved the indecency away.

“Never you mind, darling,” she purred. “I was only considering your potential as my new sub.”

Rainbow’s eyes lit with sharpened interest as she straightened fully once more, her wings half-extending. “You were sizing me up?”

Rarity’s smile curled. “Dearest Dashie, I believe I’ve taken my measure of you already.”

Rainbow didn’t seem to know what to make of this announcement, her brow bunching as she let out a little, “Hmph!”

Rarity giggled in response. She glanced at Fluttershy and winked, making her lover blush and take a long sip of tea.

In much the same way Rarity had learned to accept (and even appreciate!) Applejack’s rustic charm, there was a similar appeal to Rainbow’s brash unrefinement. At least, in measured doses. Now? The rudeness verged on exciting. Rainbow was like formless clay, begging to be shaped. What had been a mild annoyance before now rang with potential.

But as much as the Lady within her wanted to bring her new sub to heel, there were important matters to see to first.

“Let us begin, shall we?” Rarity levitated Rainbow’s list from their last scene into view. “First, I’m afraid I’m going to need you to be more specific than just... ‘butt stuff’.” She very much looked forward to when she never had to say that blasted phrase ever again.

Rainbow squinted an eye. “Isn’t it clear enough already?”

Rarity was already shaking her head. “No, darling. Not at all.” She circled a hoof through the air. “Do you perhaps mean that I am not allowed to spank you? Do you mean that I am not allowed to anally penetrate you? And ‘butt’ as an informal shorthand for ‘buttocks’, fails in specificity. Some ponies consider the flanks and dock to be part of the ‘butt’. Are these off-limits? Do you understand my dilemma now?”

Rainbow nodded slowly. “Yeah, all right. Um…” Her lower lip jutted in thought. “I’m cool with pretty much anything that doesn’t involve sticking stuff into my asshole.”

Rarity’s ears quivered, just the tiniest bit. They had barely begun this journey, and already she was having to shift the boundaries of her expectations. It was true that Rainbow Dash was the coarsest of their group of friends, but rarely did she allow for profanity. Was this simply part of her lexicon of sex?

She glanced at Fluttershy. Her marefriend, who had previously only been sporting an adorable glow about the cheeks, now practically burned like a rich sunset from head to toe. Rarity also noted, with an inward chuckle, that her love’s wings had fluffed and were fidgeting.

Mmm… Perhaps I’ve been too reserved when speaking around my sweet.

Rarity focused on Rainbow again. “So you are open to spanking?”

She tried to keep the grin off her face at Rainbow’s unique brand of flushing embarrassment. You were new once too, Rarity. You still are, in many ways! Give the poor dear a chance to collect herself.

“Look, I’ve never done this before!” Rainbow Dash finally said. Her voice had turned coarse. “I dunno. Maybe spanking’s fine?”

“This is why we’re talking about it,” Fluttershy said with a sympathetic smile. “Spanking can go under your ‘yellow’ list. Anal penetration under your ‘red’.”

Rarity flirted her lashes. “Do not feel overly frustrated, Dashie dear. When I first embarked on this mad idea with Fluttershy, my yellow items were more numerous than anything else!”

Rainbow took this in with a little growl. “I’m not scared of being rough, but I don’t want to get hurt and not be able to carry out my duties as a Wonderbolt, y’know? So spanking sounds fine so long as it doesn’t bruise or draw blood.” She puckered her lips. “And I’m gonna agree with what Flutters put on her list. I’m not interested in knives or fire, either!”

Rarity levitated a new piece of parchment and quill to her. She wrote quickly. “What about bondage? Chains, ropes— that sort of thing.” She gave a small glance up from the paper.

Rainbow blinked. “That’s a popular one, right? I mean, it’s in the darn name— BDSM! Sure, I can try that. I don’t care what you use to tie me up or hold me down.” A sharkish grin crossed her muzzle. “Like anything can even hold me.”

We’ll see about that.

“Mane-pulling?” Rarity asked next.

Rainbow hummed in thought. “Some, I guess. Just no ripping my hair out.” She ran an indulgent hoof over her mane and smirked. “It’s part of my brand, after all!”

“Biting?”

Rainbow’s smirk widened. “Can I bite back?”

“Not me!” Fluttershy squeaked. Her eyes had become large watery circles as she looked at them both. “I mean, I’m fine with feeling teeth, but I don’t especially want it to sting.”

Rarity mirrored Rainbow’s smirk. “Of course, my dear. As for me, Rainbow, it is quite all right, provided you don’t break skin or bruise. We’ll see just how nippy you are after some discipline.” This earned a small snicker. Oh ho, just keep underestimating me… “Next: Choking? Breath play?”

“Bring it on. I can hold my breath a looooong time.”

“Humiliation?”

“Only in private,” Rainbow said firmly. Her expression turned deathly serious, with brow furrowed deep. “Even if we’re the only ones who understands what’s going on, I can’t be out there making a fool of myself. I’m a Wonderbolt. When I’m in public I can’t be doing stuff that would disgrace the uniform!”

Rarity nodded solemnly. She could certainly respect and admire Rainbow’s sense of duty. “Understood. I take it then that outdoor scenes shall be a rare affair?”

Rainbow did another one of those infuriating shrugs. “Probably. Like I said, I can’t do anything that’d make the Wonderbolts look bad.”

“Of course. And this brings me to a somewhat related note.” Rarity set the paper down and looked at Rainbow seriously. “As I am a relatively new dom, I find it beneficial to speak to others about my experiences.”

Rainbow’s mouth screwed up and she turned her head to the side, looking at Rarity askance. “Like who?”

“Dark Mask. A fashion friend of mine. He is perhaps the reason Fluttershy and I are together doing this at all.”

“I’ve met him!” Fluttershy piped cheerfully. “He’s very nice.”

Rarity nodded, her eyes still trained on Rainbow to gauge her reaction. “I’ve also had a mind to speak to Twilight about it. She’s been very helpful to me as well, and she’s rather open-minded, so I do not think it would shock her. But…” Rarity pressed her hooves together, her lips pursing. “I wouldn’t dare breathe a word of your involvement, Rainbow, should it sit ill with you!”

Rainbow’s skeptical expression failed to shift much, making Rarity wonder if she was going to have to omit sessions with the blue pegasus entirely from future discussions. But then Rainbow spoke.

“I don’t know about this Dark Mask… But if you and Flutters trust him, I guess it’s fine.” She squinted her eyes and rubbed the back of her head. “I mean, if he’s the one who introduced you to BDSM, I’m sure he must know how to keep a secret! And if you think it helps you, Rares, then heck… Sure, I guess. As for Twilight—” she grinned suddenly, scratchy chuckles erupting from deep within her throat. “Oh man! Twi? Really?”

Rarity’s eyes narrowed. “You aren’t going to use this as a way to tease her, are you?”

Rainbow held up her hooves, her smile turning nervous. “Er, well! The thought had crossed my mind.” She waved a hoof. “I won’t, though.”

Rarity leveled another reproachful stare at her colorful friend.

Rainbow’s ears wilted and her eyes widened. “Seriously! I won’t! You can talk to Twi all you want! Heck, m-maybe I’ll talk to her too!” She took a little breath and glared, her ears perking up in a sudden rally. “But I reserve the right to say, ‘No way!’ if something happens in a scene I don’t want getting out! Got it?” She even bared her teeth a little, her wings sprouting wide and angling down.

Rarity absorbed this with a gracious smile. She gave a serene little tilt of the head. “It shall be as you say, Rainbow. Thank you for your understanding. Now then…” She picked up the list again. “What is your stance on mouth gags? Blindfolds?”

And on it went.

By late evening, Rainbow’s list was as comprehensive as was possible at that point. Rarity tutted a little at the lack of red entries. Surely that would change, but for now, Dashie would parade her cocksure self through whatever dare Rarity laid before her.

Which was precisely why Rarity needed to take her brash friend through this slowly.

“Well! I daresay, that about covers it. It’s quite a thorough start, at any rate.” Rarity fanned herself with Rainbow’s list, her eyes fluttering with dramatic exhaustion. “Celestia knows we could be here an age and fail to fully exhaust the twists and turns of fetishes in existence!” She paused her fanning as a critical detail pricked her mind. “Oh, before I forget— My dear, when can we expect you next?” she asked Rainbow.

Rainbow Dash looked up in thought. “Mm… Two weeks? We’re going out of town this weekend for some flying in Canterlot. Celestia has some leaders from Storm Mount coming in. Y’know, the place that used to be the Storm King’s capital city?”

Fluttershy’s eyes went wide. “Oh my! Is the visit about supporting their recovery efforts?”

Rainbow shrugged. “Maybe? We’re just doing a flyover as part of the welcoming ceremony.”

“An important visit, to be sure!” Rarity said. “Perhaps upon your return you’ll have an idea of what you’ll want your first scene to consist of.”

Rainbow’s ears swiveled forward, her tail swishing once. “Oh, but I already have an idea!”

Rarity arched an eyebrow. “So soon? What do you have in mind?”

Rainbow Dash stood to her hooves, her wings shivering on her back. With a wide grin and a manic gleam in her eye, she said, “Daring Do!”

There was a full beat of silence.

“Pardon?” Rarity said with a little laugh.

Rainbow hopped away from the gossip nook and started to pace the boutique floor. “Daring Do! Or, y’know, something like the books! You both could be bad guys that I have to fight!”

“Fight?” Fluttershy said with a tremble. She shrank on her pillow, her wings pinching tight to her sides.

Rarity reached over and patted her hoof. “There, there, darling. I think you are meant to be spared from any risk or violence.” She looked pointedly at Rainbow. “Isn’t that right, Rainbow Dash?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure. So listen,” Rainbow Dash hardly broke stride, her words going a little breathless. “I can, like, tolerate the froo-froo, cutesy-wootsy love fests you guys probably do.”

Rarity scoffed. “That is hardly what—!”

“But I think the one thing that will help me through it all is if, like… I first get defeated by you. Otherwise, it’s no fun.”

This made Rarity pause. After turning the words over in her head, she asked, “And would your defeat be assured?”

Rainbow stopped pacing, her wings half-extending as she looked at Rarity with her eyes blazing. “If you’re asking if I’d like, cheat or really try to hurt you, then no. I’m not gonna do that. But if you’re asking me to go belly up for you,” her smile took on a predatory edge. “Then I’m gonna need you to earn it.”

Rarity inhaled deeply and held her breath.

So. Like Discord, our dear Dashie cannot let the situation at hoof be a simple matter of acquiescence. She wishes to be conquered before her fantasies, or indeed, our fantasies can be indulged.

Nay, it is part of her desire to be conquered. Without that supremacy established, she is left disillusioned. Did she not fully get into the spirit of things when Fluttershy ‘caught’ her last scene? And that was just pretend! But of me, her price is higher. A true test.

“Something of a sparring match, I take it,” Rarity asked carefully.

“Yeah!” Rainbow Dash tossed her hair and puffed her chest out, her wings fully extending. “If you can beat me, then I’m down for whatever—”

“As our plaything.” Rarity inclined her head ever so slightly to one side, relishing in the wide-eyed look of surprise on that cocksure face. “You will not be a pony. You will be a toy Sunny cuddles and nibbles, and when she requires more excitement, you shall instead be her prey to chase and hunt.”

Rarity examined one of her freshly groomed hooves, adopting an expression of placid disinterest. “And for Lady Rarity? She will have other uses for her latest accessory.” She looked at Rainbow with just her eyes and was gratified to see sweat gleaming on that tight blue brow. “A ponnequin. A bag mule. A chair.”

Rarity smirked and tucked a hoof under her chin. “Why, the days you are elevated to basic slavery will seem dignified in comparison!”

The fashionista flipped her hair back and laughed haughtily. “‘Fight you?’ Very well, I accept this challenge. But do you accept what your role will be once I have you under hoof? Because you will be under my hoof, Dashie dear.” She licked her lips, her eyes flaring. “Make no mistake.”

Rainbow Dash’s smile had gone, leaving in its wake an almost pensive expression.

Fluttershy looked between Rarity and Rainbow nervously, her hooves pressed to her lips like she were trying to contain another squeak.

Finally, Rainbow chuckled. She shook her head, like she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. When she looked at Rarity again, it was with a look not unlike one she gave an opposing team just before a buckball match.

“We’ll see,” she said with a smirk. She sauntered to the door, paused, then turned around and saluted with a wing. “See ya!”

After Rainbow left and the door jingled closed behind her, Fluttershy rose up. Rarity looked at her. Her marefriend appeared uncertain.

“I’m confused,” Fluttershy said quietly, her eyes tense.

Rarity smiled with amusement. “How so?”

“I thought Dashie wanted to join us? Why is she demanding you spar with her before she becomes your sub?”

“Ah, but my dear, she does wish to join us.” Rarity chuckled. “I think she wishes to join us very much.” She winked. “But in her fiction-soaked fantasies, nothing is freely given, and everything of worth must be taken.”

Fluttershy bit her lip, her pretty eyes cast to the side in thought. “So she wants to feel… worth it?”

Rarity rose from her seat and went to her, her voice dropping to a low murmur. “Dashie already believes she’s worth it, dear. She only wishes us to demonstrate our mutual belief.”

“So what will you do?” Fluttershy beheld her with such affectionate confidence that Rarity wasn’t sure her heart could swell any bigger in her chest without killing her.

She brushed her lips against her darling pet’s once before trailing light kisses along her cheek, right up to her ear. Rarity’s smile curled like a cat’s as her hoof caressed Fluttershy’s succulent flank, her lover’s wings enveloping her in a warm embrace.

“My darling,” Rarity murmured. “How do you feel about the color black?”

Fluttershy’s voice was a whisper against her neck. “I think… I would love to see you in black.”

“Mmm…” Rarity let her tongue flick the tip of Fluttershy’s ear. “All this negotiation has left me feeling ravenous for you. Please say you have time to stay?” She pulled back enough to gaze into Fluttershy’s wide eyes.

The pegasus nodded with lovable perk, her forelock bobbing with her enthusiasm.

Rarity took a deep breath in through her nose, reveling in Fluttershy’s aroma. Always honey and jasmine.

Always intoxicating.

She pulled away, Fluttershy’s wing feathers trailing maddeningly across her flush body. Rarity turned, and with a flirty little flick of her tail, started for the stairs to her bedroom. “Come, my pet…”

Fluttershy was quick to obey, her wings spread wide as she followed close behind.

Rarity’s horn glowed briefly as she locked the front door. She couldn’t bear for there to be any interruptions.

Once in her room, a quick magic spell lit a number of candles strewn about the space, illuminating the dim surroundings in a warm and intimate glow. Rarity climbed onto her bed, and her lover followed, her wide eyes never leaving her owner’s. This unwavering attention was not fear, no… Rarity saw it for what it was.

Controlled desire.

It was quite remarkable how well Fluttershy was able to control herself when she so clearly wished to ravish her marefriend with almost primal intensity. But her respect and submission to her owner was something she valued— and Rarity loved her so much for it.

Love… Do I mean love in that way…?

This time, the question did not frighten her, but intrigued her.

Now that Rarity thought about it, did she ever fall in love with anypony? Certainly all those feverish crushes of the past had been intense, but they proved not to last. They were, in fact, quite shallow. What she felt now felt powerful and all-consuming, and so far it had burned longer and hotter than any of her heart’s past dalliances.

But she could set that question aside for now. A more pressing query was making its way to her lips as Fluttershy’s comely form settled next to her.

“Fluttershy, I wonder if today we could try something new?” Rarity gently brushed aside Fluttershy’s forelock with a manicured hoof. Her eyebrow arched just the slightest as she added, “From your yellow list…”

Fluttershy’s eyelashes fluttered. “Which one?” Her voice was just a breath.

Rarity’s eyes turned lidded as she placed her hoof under Fluttershy’s chin. “Sensory deprivation. And I have a new toy I think you’ll enjoy. A vibrator.” She smirked at her pet’s squeak. “I’d also like to try binding you in ropes and... other things.”

Fluttershy bit her lip, her brow wrinkling.

Rarity tilted her head just the smallest degree, her eyes tensing with concern. “Darling, if you do not feel able—”

“I can do it!” Fluttershy said hurriedly. Her wings had fluffed on her back. “I can, I just…” She looked away. “You and Rainbow Dash seemed to be egging each other on earlier. Wh-Which is fine, but—”

“But you aren’t interested in such combative play,” Rarity said with a little nod.

Her word choice had been intentional.

While it was true that Fluttershy didn’t default to aggressive play, the way Sunny had chased Rainbow Dash the other night certainly had suggested a willingness (and delight!) to explore more... predatory instincts.

But Rarity’s precious pet had no appetite in malice or an excess of struggle. Fluttershy simply held a shivering curiosity to act out, in most dramatic fashion, the natural order that so defined the lives of her animal charges. After all, the moment Sunny’s role as “predator” and Rainbow’s as “prey” had been established, Lady Rarity had only to step back to see her kitten become a hunter.

And what a treat it was to see...

But! It was something more to discuss. They had time. For now, though...

She nuzzled Fluttershy’s cheek before pecking her lips with a kiss. “I would never, ever wish to place you in a situation you did not feel comfortable. Your wishes are sacred to me—for I do so worship you, my sweet and beautiful pet.”

Fluttershy’s eyes slipped closed as she leaned in to Rarity’s caress. “I trust you, Rarity,” she murmured.

Rarity pressed her forehead to Fluttershy’s, a happy smile crossing her lips as her horn lit up with her magic.

From its surreptitious storage elsewhere, coils of rope slithered into sight. They hovered in the air above them as Rarity pulled away.

“Darling, would you please lie on your back for me?” she whispered.

Fluttershy’s eyes eased open, their rich blue hue ignited in the candlelight. Carefully, the pegasus rolled over, her wings pinching close to her body. She looked up at her owner, her chin tucked with an almost habitually bashful air as her chest rose and fell with excited breaths. Shy affectations were almost second-nature to her, but Rarity could see (with moistening heat) the undiluted want that peered through those to-die-for eyelashes.

First, she needed to know something.

“Please, dear… Tell me if this is too tight.”

One rope weaved its way down. Fluttershy watched it meekly, her lush body trembling with anticipation. The rope end caressed her leg lovingly before it gently wound around her bent fetlock.

With speed that came only after repeated practice, the rope formed a single column tie. The basic of basics. Still, it was pleasing to the eyes in its neat symmetry against that smooth sunglow fur.

“Too much?” Rarity asked gently.

Fluttershy gave a little shake of her head, her cheeks flushed.

Rarity nodded, and undid the rope. It slithered out of sight.

“Now…” the unicorn inhaled deeply. “We may begin.”

Rarity brushed back Fluttershy’s forelock, and her hoof trailed along her pet’s cheek.

There was one last element missing. A catalyst… less for Rarity, and more for precious Fluttershy.

“Sunny.” The name was a whisper—both declaration and question: Would her darling pet come out to play?

The change was quick.

Sunny smiled, her silky tail wriggling with excitement. She pawed Rarity’s leg once, then her body curved hard sideways—out of position—her hair splaying messily across the bed sheets in her attempt to get closer.

“Mew?”

She butted her head against Rarity’s flank, her tail swishing harder now as a loud purr erupted from deep within her throat. Her ears wriggled, her eyes shining wide and her lips quivering as she gazed up sidelong at her mistress.

Rarity’s smile grew slanted. “Naughty kitty. You know perfectly well that you are not where you are supposed to be.” She stroked Sunny’s side. “Does Mama need to get... creative?” The ropes still hovering over them shuddered.

Not yet...

Sunny pouted, her ears turning out, but not quite pinning. She nuzzled Rarity’s flank again, her purr growing louder. Her tail no longer swished, but sort of… flicked now and again. Agitation, perhaps? A show of stubborness?

Rarity thought of Opal when the cat’s tail jumped and lashed between bouts of stillness. Meanwhile, the white feline’s eyes would narrow. She did this whenever she was ready to dig in for whatever boon she thought deserving…

A taste of that here, methinks. Tut, tut… chat malicieux! I shall have to tame thy chaos.

Then Sunny licked Rarity’s flank with her long, wet, and wondrous tongue, straight across her cutie mark with indulgence only a cat could achieve.

Rarity just managed to tamp down on the delighted shiver that threatened to rack through her entire body. Oh, she would put that gifted tongue to good use! For now, she schooled her expression to one of sternness.

“Now that is quite enough, Sunny!” Rarity said with a disapproving frown.

Her horn glowed, and Sunny squeaked with wide eyes as Rarity’s magic shifted her back into place. That’s when the ropes descended on the feline, serpentine soldiers that captured with authority those sleek, graceful legs.

Sunny chirped a series of high pitched purrs and mewls—all shocked and questioning, and perhaps a little anxious.

But never did her adorable features betray a wish to yield that sacred word…

Rarity licked her lips as she drew tall, her lowered eyes drinking in the symphonous work of her magic like a queen commanding an army to conquer. The way her telekinetic field brushed and caressed and bound this scrumptious creature, the magic hailing every buzzing contact of trembling flesh as if Rarity was touching her pet herself… they were pleasant twinges all down her spine, straight to her wet sex.

She’d been practicing proper rope techniques on a ponnequin when she could. Oh, she burned like a Dragon Lands’ firepit at the thought of seeing her little subby artfully suspended in elaborate Shibari—but for now simple bindings would do for a start.

Each leg was tied to a bedpost, exposing Sunny to her owner’s whim.

The magnificent spread before Rarity—this writhing brilliant yellow beauty atop a halo of pink mane, arching and panting and mewling, was enough to make the unicorn lose her breath.

She fought for her wits, for the work was not done. No! Heavens no, the gods themselves would weep with want when she was through!

Sunny had enough slack that she could bend and struggle some in the bindings, but for the most part… she was at Rarity’s mercy.

The kitty’s wings beat against the sheets hard, her feathers spread and stiff, little bits of angelic down dancing on the eddies stirred up by her wings. Rarity's smile turned deviant as the stirring air caught her curls and caressed her cheek. Even still, the ropes held.

“Mrrrow!” The yowl morphed to a low growl.

Sunny looked at her owner with watery eyes and hissed, her ears flat. However, the flush in her tense features betrayed her excitement.

Rarity’s horn glowed again, her magic now calling forth a selection of six blue gems, each exquisitely cut and gleaming with polish. The cat stilled, her sky-colored eyes beholding the gems with an arresting confusion.

“Does kitty want to be free?” Rarity asked with a tilt of the head.

Sunny looked at her sharply, her chest heaving hard. One foreleg pulled against the ropes, her back arching again as her wings shuddered and pressed back against the bed for leverage.

“Sunny…” Rarity’s tone was a warning.

The feline pouted, her tail whipping against the sheets. “Mrah! Mrow!”

Rarity nodded slowly, her gaze tensing with understanding. “Mmm. Yes, sweetling. I see. You dislike this don’t you? But you’ve been such a naughty kitty. Naughty kitties don’t get treats. They get discipline.” Rarity rose to her hooves and slinked over her charge, her generous hips swaying dramatically as her curled tail flicked the insides of Sunny’s thighs along the way.

Sunny whimpered, her legs jerking in a reflexive attempt to close together. The best she managed was for her thighs to tap Rarity’s hind legs.

Rarity cooed, one hoof caressing Sunny’s flushed face. “Sunny, Sunny, Sunny… Oh, you silly cat. I think this was long overdue. You’ve been quite willful with your Lady!”

She leaned in and whispered into Sunny’s quivering ear. “Spread your wings and keep them still, my darling.”

Sunny mewled low and long, her form shivering.

Slowly, her wings extended and held still.

Rarity flashed her teeth in a victorious smile.

The gems floated down. They settled over Sunny’s winglimbs, pressing down gently. They flashed with a crimson light, and stayed there, even after Rarity’s horn ceased to glow.

Sunny gazed at the gems with confusion. Her winglimbs tensed, the feathers spreading and fluffing— but they did not move. Couldn’t.

“A little spell I found,” Rarity murmured. She tapped a hoof on one of the gems. It didn’t so much as bob. “These gems will remain locked into place, and will only release should I will it.”

She let her hoof move from the gem to trace a ponderous trail over Sunny’s feathers. Sunny mewled from her throat, panting as her wing strained against the gems. Her feathers shivered, spread.

We shall have to test these flight nerves tonight, Rarity thought with relish.

She let her eyes slide back to Sunny’s pretty blue gaze. Her pet’s expression was questioning. Pleading.

“Final touches, my pet.” Rarity conjured a dark eye mask and fuzzy earmuffs from her bedside drawer. “Then your correction shall begin.”

The mask was silky, and the ear muffs soft but thick enough to mute or greatly soften most sounds. They were Rarity’s go-to for when she wished to sleep in… or whenever dear exuberant Sweetie Belle was staying over. She was confident they would do more than enough in denying her little kitty sight and sound.

“Tonight is an exercise in yielding, my precious, precious Sunny,” Rarity murmured as her magic slipped the eye mask over her pet’s eyes.

Sunny’s ears drooped in her uncertainty. “M-Mew?”

The ear muffs hovered close.

One final word, before we take the plunge.

Rarity lowered herself over Sunny’s form until their bodies were just brushing together. The unicorn nuzzled the feline’s cheek, then said into a cute ear:

“Believe me when I say that I shall test you, my precious Sun. Won’t you give in to your mistress? For I have such treats in store for you...” She let her tongue trace a slow wet trail to Sunny’s ear tip, where she laughed at the little flick her lips received.

Then Rarity pulled away—blast that cruel cold—and on went the muffs, secure over her pet’s ears.

Sunny’s breathing quickened dramatically, the small tuft of fur on her chest stirring from her growing distress.

“Now, now,” Rarity said, perfectly aware that Sunny couldn’t understand a word. She let one hoof scratch just under Sunny’s chin. “My dear, we’ve barely begun! What do you think I will do? Eat you?” A fanged smile spread across her muzzle. “Mmm… perhaps. But not yet.” Her hoof touched Sunny’s cheek. “Not while you are so distressed.”

Whether Sunny said their safe word or not, Rarity wasn’t prepared to risk her pet’s emotional state for a randy session. As endearing as it was, she knew that her pet’s eagerness to please her had the risk of exceeding what she could endure. Lady Rarity simply would not have it.

Rarity closed her eyes and sought Sunny’s lips, her mouth swallowing a tremulous mewl.

Ah!

All the ways that a pony could perish, and Rarity was certain this was the most heavenly. She could scale Mount Equus and have her heart give out, just as the sun rose above the rippling clouds; just as peeks of the emerald land below broke through the blankets of mist; just as the snow about her collapsed form sparkled and glittered from the sun’s brilliant attention—and still, it would not compare.

How could it? How could it possibly when these trembling soft lips inspired arias in Rarity’s heart!

Their tongues made their usual greeting— almost polite in how they touched tips like fellows shaking hands. Then, sliding closer, taste buds erupting with intoxicating flavors Rarity couldn’t name, they danced.

Sunny, for all her feline sass, did little to command their tongues’ cavorting. In fact, her body had ceased to tremble under Rarity, her mewls already sounding more like hungry moans.

Yielding already I see! Rarity thought with an inward chuckle.

As much as she’d enjoy staying in this sensuous kiss, there were other fun things to get to. Her naughty pet still needed to be disciplined, after all.

Ah, but wait… this plump lower lip was just begging for—

Rarity softly bit Sunny’s lip—not hard, just enough to hold it and give it a little tug before she let go, grinning at how it jiggled back into place.

Sunny released a cute squeak. Rarity really wished she had a way of recording these. Each squeak was unique in its gobsmacking charm, and Rarity grew feverish whenever her memory saw fit to moisten her cunny with these. These memories always paled to the real thing.

Her tongue darted out, flicking that delicious lip, already puffy from their heated kissing.

And now...

Her hoof trailed down Sunny’s throat, pausing at her collar, that precious symbol that tied their hearts to this fanciful play of desire. She traced the ivory button, her lips parting.

My delicious pet is completely and utterly at my mercy…

Her hoof continued to travel a ponderous path down, over Sunny’s rising and falling chest, over the smooth slope of her stomach, and of course, pausing at the base of her abdomen where those sweet pink teats lay like sensuous hills in a gracious landscape of warmth and wonder.

Rarity’s breath deepened, the core of her settling in deep to the heat that was fountaining inside her— but it was with relaxed contentment. Now that Sunny was bound, she felt… no hurry. No rush.

Oh certainly, she felt want. It gnawed at her lower abdomen, turning her cunt’s lips slick and her clit good and hard…

But as Rarity traced a careful circle around a soft teat, the nipple stiff and begging for attention, she knew that completion would be all the sweeter if she took her time.

And she would. Sweet Celestia, she would!

But what to try first?

She wasn’t without ideas—heavens, no. They crowded her mind.

Rarity weighed her options carefully.

Perhaps… a gentle start.

With her magic, she felt out that beloved feather toy from across the room, her telekinesis combing over the long slim wand and sending pleasant memories of the first time she and Sunny had played as it flew to her side.

Time to play a new game…

Rarity guided the toy across Sunny’s chest, its little bell tinkling musically. The feather brushed and teased its way to a wing, its vane caressing her kitty’s trembling feathers.

Sunny whimpered, her wings straining once more against the unyielding gems.

Rarity giggled, moving the toy over to the other wing.

Sunny jumped, inhaling sharply whenever Rarity gave her feathers a light tap with the toy, its bell tinkling. Rarity, cooing, pet these places soothingly.

Then the toy returned to Sunny’s barrel, where it made its way down to those mouth-watering teats. Rarity’s breath became shallow as she gently traced the feather over the soft nipples, a little smile crossing her muzzle as she watched the rosy nips harden again.

Sunny squirmed, her breath coming in little pants.

“Shh, shh…” Rarity caressed Sunny’s side, even as the feather toy travelled lower still, just along the inside of the kitty’s left leg.

This leg jerked, Sunny’s taut thigh twitching once as Rarity let the feather tickle the sensitive flesh. She switched to the other leg, giving it the same devious attention, and she chuckled at how Sunny’s legs strained to close together.

The feather toy made its way back up, along the inner right thigh… right to Sunny’s swollen wet sex, where she dripped femmecum onto the comforter, her plump clit a pretty pink peak of flesh amidst that sunglow fur. The feather’s soft but firm vane was only a light caress over those cute chubby labia, glistening with her pet’s unspoken wants, the fur lining these growing matted and messy.

Rarity tutted, setting aside the toy.

“Naughty pet! Must I always clean up after you?” She settled between Sunny’s hindlegs, her gaze almost drunken as she beheld her kitten’s delectable cunny. Her nostrils flared to take in that now familiar, heady scent of desire. “Ah well,” she breathed. “We do what we must…”

She kissed the inside of her pet’s left leg, then the right. Then because she was feeling bitey—and who wouldn’t with such a scrumptious treat at their mercy?—she let her teeth graze over the taut flesh. She laughed aloud when Sunny jerked and yowled, and let her hoof trace a loving circle over the darling’s thigh.

“Oooh, my precious! Is Mama being too mean? Well,” She blew on Sunny’s hot center, eliciting a low moan from the feline. “Turnabout is fair play, darling…”

A little lick between those swollen folds, and Rarity’s eyes were falling shut (as they always did—and rightly so!) at the spellbinding taste of her pet’s rubyfruit nectar.

My favorite delicacy…

Sunny thrust her head back into the bed, her body arching as best it could under the sure confines of the ropes and magicked gems, her nostrils filled with the candles aromas—the fruity floral hint of ylang ylang buoyed her ecstasy.

Oh!

Her owner’s soft, warm mouth was ravaging her most vulnerable place, taking from it all her liquid want—and still the Lady did not relent. Her dextrous tongue was practically casting spells on kitty’s stiff clitty, mesmerizing in its sinful dance as she sent her charge ever closer to the brink—!

And then that sweet mouth was gone. Gone, like spring swallowed in winter.

She could feel her mistress rise and move away. Sunny whined, her body trying to follow, but failing against the bite of her restraints. Too soon!

Sunny bucked her hips a little, shivering in the cold abandon left in the Lady’s wake. She yowled, tail lashing.

How cruel! To be so close to that ultimate treat, and then denied!

She strained her ears, trying to hear something. Anything. Then—

She felt a light tap on her left wing. She jumped with a chirped purr, her winglimb flexing against the unyielding gems as her flight nerves erupted with sharp tingling signals.

For any not closely acquainted with a pegasus, it was easy to misunderstand the abject sensitivity of their wings.

Every shift in the wind sparked instinctive corrections that helped them navigate the skies. That kind of finely tuned sensitivity was integral to a pegasus.

And the Lady was using these nerves to bring Sunny to heel.

“M-Mew,” the kitty whimpered, her body writhing against the comforter as she felt the object comb along her culverts and back down to her primaries, all the while sending electric little twinges through her winglimb and up her shivering spine.

The object felt soft... and did it have a small hard dangly part? It rolled around on her feathers, bumping lightly on the vanes. Sunny strained her ears.

Oh! Was that a jingle? Maybe her feather toy? Not the rainbow duster, but the wand—?

She squeaked when she felt Lady Rarity descend on her, that sacred mouth planting a kiss on her lips (skies above, she could still taste herself—!) before moving down to her neck where the Lady’s warm tongue trailed a loving line over the place where Sunny’s pulse throbbed under her sweat-salted coat. Kitty moaned as the Lady kissed her there too.

Sunny licked her lips and turned her head toward her mistress greedily. She wanted more treat—!

She gasped when she felt the Lady’s teeth nip her. She heard her voice, and it sounded chiding. Sunny’s ears drooped and she whimpered.

She didn’t mean to be bad… She wasn’t really a naughty kitty! She was a good kitty! It was just...

Who could resist the sweet reward of her mistress’ mouth?

Rarity loved these sounds her pet made! Adored them! Cherished them! Ah, if there was only a way to—

Her eyes flashed as an indulgent smirk spread her lips.

Still gently teasing those wings with the feather toy, Rarity pecked her pet on the lips. Then, with a lustful hum, she dipped down and licked the fresh sweat from her pet’s slim throat. Salty. Delicious.

When Rarity planted a soft kiss on Sunny’s neck and felt her pet’s pulse against her lips, the moan that followed an added treat that resonated through the sensitive skin of Rarity’s mouth (and straight to her winking sex), she thought she could just stay there and languish in her pet’s sweet surrender…

Then Sunny—lustful, hungry, naughty Sunny—moved her head against Rarity’s, nudging for more kisses.

Hmph.

Rarity let her teeth mark their disapproval—always just a graze, but enough for the likes of willful kitties, she’d wager! If the following gasp was any indication, it was more than enough.

“Now really, Sunny!” Rarity scolded as she rose and set aside the feather toy. “This is unbecoming of you! You know better!” She knew the feline wouldn’t be able to hear her words per se, but her tone…

“What am I to do with you?” She ran a hoof over Sunny’s wings, her touch starting at the marginal culverts, traveling over the alula, and trailing off a primary culvert feather. Sunny flexed her wing, spreading her feathers with an aching quiver that made Rarity sigh.

“None would guess it looking at you, but you can be quite a challenge, my sweet.” Rarity paused to blow softly against the wing feathers, and Sunny sighed, her body arching. She seemed to enjoy that. Hmmm...

“Lesser creatures would try to crush your spirit to nonexistence. Others would indulge it, letting you run amok.” Rarity smiled rapaciously, her horn glowing as she levitated a box to her side. “I, on the other hoof, will harness it.”

She’ll have fallen from her peak pleasure by now. Now for the real trial.

She lifted the box lid and purred, her body clenched in anticipation.

Her new toy, the last tool for the evening, recommended by Dark Mask and specially ordered from a risque catalogue she’d been using for design references. She’d heard of such devices at soirees when the wine flowed, but never had she dared to seek them out. Impropriety had been such a concern, and goodness, just how did one get such a thing home without anypony discovering?

But the purchase and shipment had been smooth. Discreet. After a quick... ahem… test run, its features were now well familiar. The toy, a lavender vibrator with a tapered end, had three speeds.

Rarity let out another breath over her Sunny’s wings, causing the feline to squirm with a happy purr. She curled between her pet’s legs, those warm thighs squeezing about her shoulders.

Content for now, but soon you shall beg for release… Rarity thought with relish as she gave her pet’s clit another indulgent lick. I haven’t had my fill of your ambrosia, love. Not by half. And you will give it all to me, here and now.

With a little push of a button on the end of the vibrator, the sleek device sprang to life, buzzing in Rarity’s telekinetic field and tickling her mind with its excited vibrations.

“The real fun starts, darling,” Rarity murmured as the toy slowly descended on her vulnerable kitten’s sex…

What was happening? What was the Lady doing?

Her anxious impatience was soothed when she felt her mistress blow air over her wing and she purred with joy at the loving caress of her owner’s sweet attention.

Then Sunny felt the Lady settle down between her legs, and her body flushed, somehow more embarrassed at the thought of her mistress just gazing upon her wet pussy, winking with need, femmecum making a mess down her plush ass to where it dampened the comforter without any sign of stopping.

It was a vulnerable, secret, dirty place not meant for eyes!

But maybe she really was a naughty kitty, down to her core. Why else did this wicked exposure quicken her heart and make her mad with desire? If anyone could make her clean again, a good little kitty again, it was the Lady.

Oh, how she loved her Lady!

She’d do anything, give anything if the Lady could only keep her close. Her tongue darted out, tasting the sex in the air, a moan building in her throat at the thought of licking the Lady’s hooves clean just to show her devotion.

She’d go belly up for her owner. Not just that, but ass up, head down, legs spread—

She was sorry. She was sorry she was a naughty kitty, but she could be so good. She just needed a chance to show—

Good heavens, what… is… that?!

Sunny choked on a mewl, her breath hitching as something vibrated against her stiff clit. (The new toy?!) Her lower abdomen clenched, her hooves digging into the bed as she arched hard, wrenching against the confines of the gems so much it hurt a little when they bit into her winglimbs—

But that wonderful feeling!

Sunny gasped, then moaned, her features yielding to a kind of desperate pleasure.

So good! Sweet Celestia, it was almost too good! Her hips gyrated against the smooth surface of the toy, mindlessly chasing that radiant release that threatened to burn her from the inside out—

And like a cruel joke, her climax was denied. Again.

The toy went away.

Sunny practically sobbed, her lower abdomen still tight and waiting for that last push into bliss.

She whimpered and rutted the air, trying to find something—anything that could get her there.

She felt the Lady’s lips on her thigh. Sunny stilled, her breath shuddering out unevenly as her owner’s kisses traveled up to her teats. She whined as Lady Rarity’s mouth closed over one, that superb tongue flicking her stiff nipple, giving her just enough tasty twinges right down to her needy sex to stay in those lustful clouds, but not enough to give her that much-desired finish.

And with a jolt, Sunny understood. This was her punishment. To be brought to the brink, again and again until she was driven mad with ache.

“Believe me when I say that I shall test you, my precious Sun.”

And the Lady made good on her word.

When Rarity was sure it was safe, she brought the toy back against Sunny’s cute clitty, and she even upped the setting.

Sunny practically shrieked, her body jumping against her constraints, hips gyrating hard—

Rarity took the toy away much faster this time, instead, conjuring back the feather toy to tap her pet’s wings. Sunny all but thrashed, her breath now coming in desperate whines, her wing feathers spreading and trembling against the latest sensory assault.

Rarity rose and carefully traveled up the bed over her pet, her mouth catching those sweet lips. Still, her pet made her wordless pleas, even as Rarity’s tongue pushed its way in, revelling in the taste of that sex-crazed need.

And while still kissing her, she brought the toy back, still at its second setting, the vibrator buzzing with great energy against her pet’s vulnerable center.

Something between a scream and a moan tickled past Rarity’s lips, making her chuckle throatily.

Away went the toy. It was practically a light graze she’d given Sunny, but judging by the way her pet was bleating weakly, it had been a slingshot of pleasure.

Rarity knew the game was almost over. Her pet had been straining against these ropes and gems for some time now, and she could see the fatigue was growing. Even an excess of pleasure could give over to an excess of ache.

She just wanted one more thing…

She slid back down Sunny’s body, laying a cascade of loving kisses and licks— So delish! —all down her pet’s taut form. A kiss each for those pretty pink nipples (and another hungry graze of teeth for that exquisite jiggling tit flesh) before her senses were swirling with the full force of Sunny’s animal scent.

Better than these silly candles, always!

Rarity’s face was flushed and her breath shallow as her lidded eyes beheld Sunny’s juicy pussy, that mouth-watering mareflesh just begging, screaming, for a taste!

Rarity descended on her pet, her tongue lapping up the femmecum like it was her favorite ice cream.

She heard Sunny squeak, then groan, her hips bucking impatiently. Rarity didn’t hold her hips down, but instead, moved with her pet, smiling a little as her tongue traced those minor labial lips right down to that moist hole…

And thrusted in.

Revenge is sweet. Mmm… heavenly even!

Sunny yelped, her entire body jerking.

It was true, Rarity didn’t quite have the stallion’s reach of her darling pet, but her swirling, squirming tongue still had just enough length to find that sensitive place inside. This she lavished with a firm and circling tip, her mind exploding with the sharp flavor of Sunny.

Her magic conjured the toy back, but it vibrated at its lowest setting once more. If she could draw this out just a little longer…

Sunny could barely breathe. Her muscles tensed and spasmed, limbs uncertain of where to go, and unable to truly go anywhere thanks to her Lady’s skilled entrapment! About the only thing she could think to do was to try to grind her cunt into her owner’s magical mouth and pray that—

The toy was back. It practically electrified her, her mouth stretching wide with silent ecstasy.

Oh! Oh, oh, oh!

Sunny let out a strangled howl, her aching lower abdomen clenching hard as her climax finally, finally hit her, an awe-inspiring crash of ecstasy that left her gasping and trembling. The strength of it wasn’t just impressive, it was the length and power of the aftershocks too!

Long after the Lady had pulled away, the toy with her, Sunny could still feel the undiluted euphoria washing over her, making her mewl with weak surrender.

She could have stayed that way forever.

But then the mask and ear muffs came off, and Sunny blinked at her owner’s smiling candlelit face.

Without a word, her mistress undid the ropes, coiling them neatly and setting them at the end of the bed. The gems flew to join them.

Sunny rose slowly, unsteadily. She gave her wings a small flap, sighing as she shook out the mild ache in her winglimbs, before she pinched them back to her barrel. She hadn’t realized it, stuck in the moment as she had been, but she felt quite tired in ways totally unrelated to her explosive climax.

She stretched—head down, forehooves out, rump up—a squeal escaping her. With a little shake of her head, she straightened and looked expectantly at her mistress.

Lady Rarity had traveled up the bed, and was now resting against the headboard. She held a lambent gleam in her eyes as she motioned with a hoof for Sunny to come closer.

Sunny did so, her eyes massive in their loving adoration.

She would do anything for her Lady.

So when her mistress guided her down to her wet marehood, she did it all.

Author's Note

Sorry this took so long!

By the way, I have ko-fi now.