The room was dark, with only the low flicker of a few freshly lit candles casting a soft ambient glow into the space. It was a rather mundane room, nothing too special. It looked more like a storage closet than a prison cell. Though considering the circumstances Rarity would find herself reluctant to complain about that.
Rarity was stripped naked, her soft white fur visible to any prying eyes that would enter the space. She was kneeling upon a red pillow made of a fine silk which felt nice under her bare knees. Her hands were pulled behind her back, and the wrists were bound tightly together by a rope accented with silver.
She’d been like this for a while now, the moments dragging on and the hopelessness of the situation clouding her judgement. She was a prisoner. To whom? She had no idea.
The door to her cell opened and a pair of lumbering footsteps could be heard. The character in question walked in and closed the door, pausing, most likely to milk in the sight of the naked prisoner. Rarity knew she was a beautiful mare; she had a thin waist, a respectable bust, and a nice set of round hips which expanded into a rather voluptuous rump.
The footsteps resumed as they made their way over to Rarity. Their wearer must have been dressed in armour as the separate pieces of the outfit clanked noisily against one and other as the character approached. Rarity could feel them growing near, and she let out a surprised gasp upon the sensation of a hand on her shoulder.
A husky, but distinctly feminine voice spoke, addressing Rarity. “Is this honestly the costume you picked out for me?” Rainbow Dash asked in a casual manner, completely erasing the previous fifteen minutes of emotional build up leading to this scene.
A very noticeable sigh slipped off of Rarity’s tongue as she turned to look at Rainbow. Rainbow looked terrific in her costume. The armour was a dark ebony in colour, and sparkled in the low light of the room. It looked so real, with ornate looking accents and a sinister set of spikes erupting from the twin shoulder pads. A crescent moon was patched together on the chest piece, constructed out of a luxurious looking white marble stones. It was the perverse counterpart to a knight in shining armour.
“Are you really going to complain about a costume I designed?” Rarity asked.
“I just, you know, don’t feel very villainous wearing this.”
“Oh I’m sorry, and what exactly should an evil baroness be wearing?”
“I don’t know I was imagining something with black and red stripes. I think that would look pretty radical.”
Rarity’s eye twitched. “Black and red stripes!? I’m sorry, did I completely ruin your sex drive with asinine comments when we did your Wonderbolt’s roleplay last week?”
“No,” Rainbow paused, “ok, I get the message. Don’t criticize when I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Rarity smiled and gave a small nod. “Exactly, thank you darling.”
Rainbow chuckled and ran her hand down Rarity’s arm. She did it nice and slow feeling the mare’s soft fur under her palm. Upon reaching Rarity’s elbow Rainbow shifted her hand onto the mare’s ribs before finally moving up and cupping one of Rarity’s breasts.
Rainbow gave the mound a small squeeze as she whispered into Rarity’s ear. “So I’m the evil baroness, and you are my damsel in distress?”
“Mmmm. Your helpless damsel in distress.” Rarity corrected as a moan slipped from her lips
Rainbow ran her thumb along the soft tissue of Rarity’s breast, the digit teasingly circling the mare’s erect nipple. Another shuddering noise escaped Rarity’s lips, prompting Dash to pull her hand away. The hand didn’t remain idle for long, however. Rarity’s throat was soon adorned by Rainbow’s grip causing her to grow tense at the sensation of fingers against her airway.
Her fingers applied a hint of pressure, causing Rarity to strain in order to get her next breath. As Rainbow gently squeezed, her other hand rested on Rarity’s belly. She gently traced a pair of digits downwards until the tips of her fingers rested upon a tiny button of flesh.
Rainbow’s fingers began to gently tweak the little bump. This elicited a lewd moan from Rarity. The digits upon Rarity’s throat tightened a bit more, causing her breathing to grow irregular and forced.
Rainbow grinned and gently bit her lover's ear, whispering into it. “Is this distressing enough for you?”
Rarity tried to nod, but Rainbow’s grip upon her throat was firm enough that she found the act difficult. Rainbow gave an amused snort and stopped circling her fingers and instead moved them down, dragging the tips of her digits slowly along Rarity’s enflamed lower lips. Rarity was already wet, the faint moisture of her arousal coating Rainbow’s fingers as they stroked up and down.
Rainbow could feel Rarity shivering under her grip, her breathing while forced, becoming more and more regular. Rainbow held her like this for a few solid moments before pulling away, releasing her grip on Rarity’s throat. The unicorn's head sagged and she took a potent breath of air.
Rainbow stood up and walked in front of Rarity, heading towards a chest stationed on the other side of the room.
As Rainbow opened it, she turned to address Rarity. “Do you want to do some breathplay?”
“Do I have a choice baroness?”
“I’m not messing around when it comes to breathplay Rare.”
Rarity rolled her eyes. “Yes I want to do some breathplay.”
Rainbow nodded and withdrew a small bag from the chest. She then closed the lid making her way back over to Rarity.
Rainbow knelt before Rarity and placed a hand on the back of her head. She pulled her into a kiss, a passionate one at that. The pegasus' tongue was shoved deep into Rarity’s mouth. Rarity’s tongue attempted to put up a resistance but Rainbow drove it back with her own. The kiss dragged on with Rainbow taking her time to lewdly explore the inside of her marefriend’s mouth.
Rainbow smirked as she drew back, putting on a rather sinister expression. “Your family has been a thorn in my side for too long Lady Rarity.”
Rarity was confused for a second before catching onto what exactly Rainbow was doing. She put on her best glare before contributing her own character to the roleplay. “You won’t get away with this Baroness Quick. My knight in shining armour will save me.”
Baroness Quick grinned and opened the bag. She reached her hand inside and withdrew a small length of coarse looking rope. “Your knight in shining armour will find nothing but a corpse by the time we are through.”
Lady Rarity went wide eyed and swallowed hard. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Baroness Quick reached back into the bag, pulling out what appeared to be a ping pong paddle. Both sides were painted a different colour, one red, the other yellow.
“What makes you think I wouldn’t dare?”
“You’ll lose ransom money?”
“I'm a baroness, why do I need money?”
“You’re merciful?”
“I’m a villain.”
“I can warm your bed at night?”
“I sleep in a cloud.”
Baroness Quick placed the paddle down in front of Lady Rarity before pulling out a final object. It was a square of thick velvety fabric. It was byzantine purple in colour, a royal fabric for a royal mare.
The baroness slid behind Lady Rarity, placing one her fingers at the base of the lady’s tail. The finger was then slowly traced along her spine, until it was pressing at the back of her neck.
Baroness Quick then removed her finger, and instead cupped Lady Rarity’s throat with her palm. The velvety cloth cradled in her hand to form a soft cushion.
“Take a deep breath.” The baroness ordered.
Lady Rarity inhaled slowly, her chest expanded.
“Now release it.” The baroness ordered.
Lady Rarity complied, her chest contracting.
A rope was wrapped loosely around Lady Rarity’s thin neck. The tension of the rope was enough to keep the cloth in place when Baroness Quick removed her hand, though it was not enough to restrict Lady Rarity’s breathing.
“Take another breath, it might be your last.” The baroness warned.
Lady Rarity did so, and after one final breath the rope began to tighten. It was slow work with the baroness patiently twisting the two ends of the rope together behind the regal unicorn's neck. The front began to draw in as the twisting of the two ends caused the circumference of the rope necklace to shrink. The rope dug into the velvet cloth which in turn pressed down on Lady Rarity’s airway. It took a few twists but soon not a single wisp of air entered or left her mouth.
A hand began trail down Lady Rarity’s side. It crawled down her like a spider, each of the fingers a separate leg that drew the appendage along her body.
Lady Rarity was tense, the inability to breathe causing her heart to race. The hand left her side and rounded to the front, crawling slowly along her abdomen. A single digit prodded at Lady Rarity’s bellybutton. Being ticklish she would have laughed, but the rope denied her even a pathetic wheeze.
The hand didn’t linger for long. It was on a mission and had a deadline. It slid tenderly between Lady Rarity’s haunches, the palm cupping the noble’s lower lips. The palm slowly rotated, dragging the lips against Baroness Quick’s soft hand.
The seconds went on, though the palm never changed its speed or vigour. It was a holding action, something to keep Lady Rarity company as the edge of breathlessness began to creep into her mind. Already a nice rosy colour was beginning to form on Lady Rarity’s cheeks. The baroness’ grip remained firm keeping Lady Rarity’s airway tightly shut.
Finally, the hand cusping Lady Rarity’s lower lips was withdrawn and two cyan digits entered her royal form. They plunged in swiftly, sinking to the second knuckle with little effort. They were embraced by the lady’s inner walls. The fingers soon found themselves drenched as they slowly began to press in and out. On occasion the fingers would stay plunged deep and a thumb would gently swipe across Lady Rarity’s clit.
As the moments dragged on, the colour in Lady Rarity’s cheeks became more pronounces. The ivory white fur of her face was soon heavily accented with an asphyxiated red. Lady Rarity’s horn glowed and her gentle blue spell cupped the handle of the paddle.
The paddle was levitated into the air with the yellow side facing Baroness Quick. In a second the rope was loosened to the point of allowing Lady Rarity unrestricted breathing. Lady Rarity took advantage of this, quickly exhaling her used up air and replacing it with a fresh batch. Her breathing was rocky for a few moments, though eventually it calmed down to a nice steady cycle.
A pent up moan escaped Lady Rarity’s mouth as the fingers inside of her continued their work. The two digits exited her and were dragged teasingly across her pubic area. The soaking wet tips of the baroness’ fingers then moved south dragging themselves along one of Lady Rarity’s enflamed lips, before tracing back up the equally aroused counterpart.
Lady Rarity took a deep breath and lowered the paddle, placing it down upon the ground. Baroness Quick’s grip tightened back around the rope and with a few twists the velvet once again restricted the lady’s breathing.
The hand resting against Lady Rarity’s cunt went to work. The slow teasing that had dominated the first breathless portion was replaced by a swifter stance. The baroness’ palm was brought down onto Lady Rarity’s clit, giving it an eager rub to overstimulate her.
Lady Rarity clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as a warmth began to blossom between her thighs. The rubbing stopped and two fingers re-entered her with ease. They pumped in and out rather swiftly, keeping up the athletic pace.
The baroness leaned against Lady Rarity, her husky breathing a constant song that brushed against her ear. The fingers changed in tempo, going faster and faster. She began to buck her hips against the fingers, trying her best to get them pressed deeper into her eager form.
Lady Rarity was rewarded by having the fingers withdrawn and her swollen lower lips given a light slap. “Don’t be greedy.” Baroness Quick’s voice warned, a hint of amusement lingering on her words.
Several seconds went by with no stimulation, during which the sensation of light headiness began to creep into Lady Rarity’s mind. Her lungs began to ache, the edge of discomfort seeming to web through them as her breathlessness continued.
Without warning the fingers pressed back into her, pumping in and out of her with the swift vigour they had accompanied before Lady Rarity’s little transgression. The heat between Lady Rarity’s haunches continued to mount along with the burn sensation within her lungs.
Lady Rarity felt the tingle of light headedness becoming more pronounced. She should have picked the paddle back up. She should have, but she was so close to completion. The world began to dim as the edges of her vision started to darken.
The fingers viciously moved in and out, driving her right to the edge. In and out, in and out, thumb across the clit. That final little swipe was enough to plunge Lady Rarity into orgasm.
Lady Rarity came, hard. Her juices washed over Baroness Quick’s fingers, and from there they began to drip onto the pillow below.
The lady’s magic fumbled for the paddle which she thrust clumsily into the air. This time the red was facing Rainbow. The rope was loosened, and then removed allowing the little piece of velvet to flutter to the ground.
Rarity breathed in and out quickly, coughing and hacking as she tried to calm herself. Rainbow dropped the rope to the ground and gently placed her hand on Rarity’s shoulder holding her steady. Rainbow kissed Rarity tenderly on the neck, stroking the mare as she tried to get her breathing under control.
When Rarity was finally stable Rainbow kissed her on the cheek.
“Are you done?” Rainbow asked.
“With breathplay at least.” Rarity responded, her voice a little hoarse.
“How about I untie you. Then we can try out that whole, keeping my bed warm thing.”
“I thought you slept in a cloud.”
Rainbow shrugged. “We can use your bed.”
Rainbow carefully undid the rope binding together Rarity’s wrists allowing them to fall back to her sides. Rainbow then scoped up the unicorn, carrying her in a bridal fashion as they left the room. A room which turned out to be Rarity’s storage closet.
“Ok but seriously, you have a thing for villains?” Rainbow asked.
“What can I say, I find them kind of hot.”
“Ok but we’ve faced actual baddies, did you find them hot?”
“No,” Rarity paused, “welllllll…..”
“Well, what?”
“Sombra was kind of handsome.”
Rainbow looked at the mare and cocked an eyebrow. She then promptly shook her head.
“I love you Rare.”
“I love you too Dash.”
Author's Note
I hope you guys like that, it was interesting to write.
Interesting little side-note. I had a different ending in mind. If you wanna read it check the spoiler.
Originally I planned for Dash to call Rarity m'lady when she was holding up the yellow paddle, and for her to instantly rotate it to red.
Um just a couple things of note, I hope it wasn't to jarring for readings when the name switch happens. Also the paddle is a signal device for those who don't know. Yellow means slow down, while red means to end the scene.
