Exhibition Inhibition

Galloping through the streets, Rarity felt her face burn. She had just… climaxed in public, in front of a large crowd of ponies. She hoped to goodness that nopony there had realised what was happening to her; If word got out, she would be ruined (not to mention quite possibly arrested).

Stopping in a back alley, Rarity waited for her breathing to slow, before turning to check on her hindquarters. Her main concern (of those she could deal with), was the prospect of leaving a noticeable stain on her garments. The notion that she might still be dripping fluids also worried her.

Lifting her skirt, she levitated a hoof-mirror from her saddlebags, and began to inspect the still-wet metal plate, wiping herself down with a hoofkerchief. The dress it seemed, had avoided staining, thanks to being lifted by her tail, which still strained against the ribbons holding it down, forming an arch behind her.

A gentle murmur rose in her nethers. Rarity froze; Somepony was watching her. Quickly throwing her skirts back into place, she looked up and down the length of the alley, seeing nopony. The faint buzz continued however, and so she looked up.

Rainbow Dash's grin was, to Rarity's mind, most unpleasant at that moment. Rarity met her smug grin with an angry glare.

“Ni-i-ice,” drawled Rainbow. “Gee Rarity, I never knew you were so kinky.”

“Is there something I can help you with, Rainbow Dash?” asked Rarity coldly.

Rainbow's grin became more lopsided.

“Maaaybe not right now…” she smirked “but I'm sure I'll think of something.”

The cloud beneath her burst, as Rainbow suddenly found herself dragged down to ground level. She could break away, of course, but the look in Rarity's eyes froze her in place.

“If you ever dare breath a word of this, Rainbow, I swear you will rue the mistake for the rest of your life!”

And before Rainbow Dash could respond that, Rarity dropped the shocked pegasus to the ground, and stormed off.

Rainbow Dash climbed to her hooves, and dusted herself down, rubbing her jaw after landing hard on the dirt. What the hay had gotten into Rarity? Surely the fashionista realised Rainbow was just horsing around, if she couldn't take a joke she shouldn't be wearing something like that in public anyway. Even if Rainbow had made her uncomfortable, the prissy unicorn didn't have to be such a, a bitter-pants about it.

“Hey Rainbow! Have you seen Rarity?”

Pinkie Pie pronked her way into the alleyway, pulling up beside Rainbow Dash with a cheerful grin, before continuing:

“I tried waving to her in the market, but she ran off and crashed into a cart, then ran off again! I guess she must not have seen me!”

Rainbow stared. Rarity had ditched Pinkie Pie? Nopony “didn't see” the party pony in a crowd — they were more likely not to notice the crowd, because Pinkie Pie was distracting them. I mean sure, they had all ditched Pinkie at some point, if she'd been following them around being obnoxiously cheerful all day, but clearly this was just further evidence of Rarity being a donkey's behind today.

“I wouldn't bother, Pinkie, she's like, super-grumpy today.”

“Oh no!” gasped Pinkie. “Not super-grumpy!? That's even worse than regular grumpy! This is really serious, Rainbow!”

“Er… yeah…”

“You have to help me organise an emergency super-un-grump party right away!”

Rainbow Dash stared at her again. Slowly, a smile crept onto her face; If Rarity had found Rainbow's previous smile unpleasant, she would have called this one downright nasty.

“Yeah…” she slowly grinned, “helping you plan a surprise party for Rarity is exactly what I need to do right now.”

Having realised that obtaining the tools she needed in Ponyville would prove difficult, Rarity opted to seek out a good friend who would most certainly possess suitable equipment, and know how to use it. Taking the back-alleys and quiet roads as far as possible, she headed for Sweet Apple Acres…

Some time later, Big Macintosh was working through his list of chores, when he heard a high-pitched squeal from inside the barn. Approaching nearer, he could make out voices coming from inside — the first sounded like Miss Rarity.

“Gently, please!”
“Consarnit, Rarity, stop wriggling!” The second voice was unmistakably Big Mac's own sister, Applejack.
“But Applejack…” Rarity whined, “must you yank my tail so roughly?”
“Well if ya just held ya butt still, Ah wouldn' have to yank it at all.”

Big Mac raised his eyebrows in amusement, at how this conversation sounded out of context.

“Y'know I've half a mind t' get out some rope, an' tie ya down, if ya don't hold still.”
“I can't help it, darling. You keep looking at me like that, and it's getting me so worked up.”
“Y' realise saying that's just making it harder for me?”
“I assure you, darling, the situation is no less— OW-AH! Honestly, Applejack, warn me before you do that!”
“Sorry, but it's too tight, Ah reckon we'll need a whole lot more lube.”
“But that will stain! Couldn't you just use something smaller?”

Big Mac frowned, trying to imagine just what in Equestria the context actually was for this conversation.

“This is gonna get messy either way, now lift yer leg and try to keep that tail o'yours outta my face.”
“I'm sorry, darling, but every time you poke that… thing into my derrière, it just pulls on my marehood.”
“Ah swear, if you end up cumming on mah face, Ah'm gonna kick you right outta tha' barn, and you can get somepony else to handle ya rump!”
“But darling, who else but you would have such expertise?”
“Well I don' reckon this is gonna fit at all…”
“Maybe if we removed the butt plug?”
“No offence, Rare, but I don't fancy starin' at your butt-hole while we're doin' this.”
“Well, maybe if we tried a different position? You could sit on top of me, maybe, and hold me down?”

Big Mac turned away with frozen expression, now desperately trying not to imagine the actual context for this conversation as he set off at a trot, which quickly escalated into a canter.

“Ee-nope…” he breathed, “nope, nope, nope…”

Still, now he thought on it (while trying very hard not to), this did explain a few things…

Inside the barn, Applejack set the saw down. She had tried to squeeze the blade in under the belt, so that the cutting edge would point away from her friend's "delicate" skin, but it had become apparent that the tight fit would not allow it, unless she used a blade so fine that they would risk it breaking off — a prospect that seemed even worse, in Applejack's estimation, than cutting inwards.

“Okay, this ain't gonna work. Ah'm gonna try startin' off by cutting in from outside, then Ah can use a file to finish off b'for Ah get t'ya skin, OK?”

Rarity nodded, and Applejack began dragging the saw across the metal belt. As the teeth scraped over the raised trim, the belt carried the juddering straight into her tender nethers. She bit down on her forehoof, and held as still as she could, forcing herself to endure the entire situation in the hopes it would be over soon.

After a few dozen strokes, Applejack stopped, sighed, and stepped back.

“Any luck?” asked Rarity, trying to stay positive.

“Ah'm sorry, Rare. This here saw's as sharp as any Ah own, but it ain't even makin' a scratch. Ah dunno what this thing's made of, but Ah don't reckon any hoof-tool's gonna cut it.”

“Well, thank you for your efforts,” Rarity sighed. “I suppose I shall just have to try asking Starlight Glimmer whether she can remove it magically, though getting there unnoticed might proved tricky.”

“Hmm… Ah suppose y'could hitch a ride in the back of mah cart, an Ah could carry ya there…”

“Oh, what a marvellous idea. In fact, while we're en route, I don't suppose you would be willing to stop by the stores and pick up a few things, just in case I need to stay in for a while?”

In retrospect, Rarity thought, it may have been better to ask for a cushion.

The hard wooden cart bounced beneath her, as Applejack travelled the rough track from her farm into Ponyville town centre. With no padding, each jolt travelled up through her bones, causing the foreign objects within her hind to shift. She hoped that she would not end up leaving a damp patch in Applejack's cart — the farmpony would never let her hear the end of it — but she did not dare move beneath the blanket, for fear of attracting unwanted attention.

The rough track gave way to cobbles, the irregular jolts giving way to continuous shuddering, as Rarity huddled beneath the heavy blanket. It was dark, dirty, musky, and uncomfortable, and the entire experience was thoroughly degrading. Rarity dearly hoped that her arousal was purely physical, and that the only reason she found this situation at all sexual was the belt she was locked into. The suspicion that there might be more to it than that was, frankly, unnerving. She felt like an object, like mere cargo, more than a living pony, and she told herself that the quicker this whole ordeal was over, the happier she would be.

Then the cart stopped. Rarity was left, un-moving, forced to remain a still as possible for fear of discovery, while Applejack went inside the store, to fetch the supplies Rarity had asked for. Time dragged on meaninglessly, as she waited in the dark.

Then the cart began to move again. On to Twilight's castle.

Truthfully, Applejack had taken a bit longer than would normally be necessary, purchasing supplies. Rarity's writing was… pretty, but overly extravagant, which did not help when Applejack herself was unfamiliar with about half the items on her list. Still, she left the store with bulging bags, and turned to place them on her cart, beside Rarity.

She thought she'd left the cart slightly nearer the door.

Approaching the only cart left outside the store (which did look like hers), Applejack carefully lifted the blanket, then more quickly flung it aside, to reveal a mail-sack, which appeared to be full of parcels.

She remembered the mailpony leaving a parcel with the shopkeeper, while Applejack had been trying to make sense of the reams of fabric.

She raised her gaze slowly to the sky, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to think of the best thing she could do in this situation.

The cart had stopped shuddering now, and was gently swaying, the wheels creaking as they turned. At first, Rarity supposed that they had moved onto a smoother road. They made several more stops, however, each accompanied by a rough jolt that shook the cart, and each lasting less than a minute. Finally, Rarity decided to find out what was going on.

Lifting the edge of the blanket, she peered out, and immediately realised something was wrong. Yes, the tail bobbing in front of her face was yellow, but it was paler than Applejack's, and the pony's rear it was attached to was grey instead of orange. Both tail and rump rose and fell, as pegasus wings beat the air either side, and cold wind whipped through the gap she had opened, down the sides of her face.

Rarity jerked bolt upright with a yelp, the blanket blown off her, but still snagged in the cart. The grey pegasus, one “Derpy Hooves”, attempted to flip around mid-air in surprise, and the cart tilted. Rarity fell against the side of the cart, causing it to tip further, and found herself hanging out over the edge, barely able to wedge her legs against the cart's frame, as her front half dangled high above the ground, mane and tail streaming out to her side.

Pulled onto one side by the harness, Derpy vainly attempted to right the cart, only succeeding in turning a terminal plummet into a steep, spiralling descent. Screams of passenger and pegasus mingled, as the landscape came spinning up to meet them.

Their unplanned landing met with an arboreal ending, the cart splintering on impact with a large tree-trunk, while Rarity herself bounced from one branch to another, before ending her tumble once more dangling, the knotted ribbons by which she had fastened her tail in place having caught on a one of the tree's larger limbs. At least one of the impacts jarred one of the plugs inside her, leaving her delicate regions feeling more abused than ever, and the now-familiar buzzing had returned amidst the hot ache of her battered limbs.

Dazed and aching, Rarity groaned, and slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was met by the two golden eyes of Derpy, inches away, staring back into hers. Then the pegasus mare blinked, and shook her head, her eyes returning to their more usual misalignment.

“Are you okay, Miss Rarity?” Derpy asked.

Before Rarity could answer, she felt the buzzing within her marehood intensify. Glancing down, she could see a small crowd of ponies starting to gather on the ground below, looking up at the two of them.

“O-oh,” she muttered, “yes, just fine, dear… are you?”

“Oh, yeah, I've crashed worse than this lots of times!” Derpy paused, glancing up at her body, “I think I'm stuck, though.”

Rarity followed Derpy's gaze, trying to ignore the steadily growing sensations from her own loins. Indeed, the remains of the cart's harness had become twisted around the other mare's wings and hindlegs, leaving her little chance of movement. At least, Rarity considered, her own dress still mostly covered the most humiliating aspects of her predicament, even if the dress itself was far beyond recovery.

“Don't worry!” called a voice from below, “we've called the guards; Just hold still, and we'll get you down soon!”

Rarity whimpered. The vibrations had already grown just too intense to endure, her marehood was winking uncontrollably, and she could feel the impending orgasm slowly spreading its insidious tendrils within her, seizing control of her senses.

“Are you sure you're okay,” asked Derpy, “you're looking a bit—”

“I'm fine!” squeaked Rarity, searching for a means to escape. If she could just lift some of the weight off, she could probably magic that tangle loose…

Rarity gripped Derpy between her forehooves, and began attempting to climb up the pegasus to get a better position. Derpy watched her in silence. Every few inches, Rarity would let out a tiny moan, as her shifting weight pulled her entangled tail, tensing the skin of her genitals further against the vibrating intruder, and driving her shivering clitoral ring deeper into against her already swollen clitoris.

Finally, she was able to reach a nearby branch, and twisted around to pull herself up. Her contortion drove the buzzing vibrator straight into a sensitive spot on the walls of her vagina, and she lost her grip, swinging back down into her temporary companion.

The stimulation had grown too much for poor Rarity; The crowd below almost as large as the one from the market earlier. Derpy Hooves grabbed her, not wanting to let the (possibly injured) mare fall, and Rarity gripped Derpy right back, her peaking orgasm now demanding that she clench her muscles. Derpy stared up with concern as Rarity groaned and shuddered in her grasp; Rarity buried her face in the other mare's mane, breathing in Derpy's musk as the orgasm rode her relentlessly for minutes that felt like hours.

Somewhere above them, something broke. Ropes slipped over each other, and the two mares fell from the foliage, plummeting together towards the ground. Derpy's wings slipped loose, and she slowed their descent to touch softly on the ground. Rarity continued to cling on as if for dear life, burying howls into Derpy's neck. Falling amidst the crowd reduced the number of eyes on her, but having already reached her limits, the more gentle stimulation only served to drag out the overwhelming pleasure.

Derpy simply held her, uncertain of what to do, as the crowd parted to allow the local guard's wagon through.

“Alright, give them some space.”

The guards lifted Rarity, who transferred her grip with little argument, into their cart.

“Don't worry miss, we'll get you to the hospital in no time.”

Within the cart, Rarity emitted a tiny wail, as the vibrator finally eased off, and her awareness returned.

Derpy, meanwhile, assured the other guard that she was just fine, and eager to figure out where her misplaced mailsack had ended up.

It was odd, though — the fluid coating her hindlegs didn't feel like tree sap…

“STOP THE CART!”

A loud thumping came from within the guard's wagon. Looking at each other, the two guards pulling shrugged, and stopped, and un-harnessed to check on their injured passenger.

As soon as they opened the rear door, Rarity jumped out, pushing past them from within the wagon, the more junior guard who had been sitting in with Rarity waved her hooves helplessly at her colleagues.

“Uh, miss, you can't—”

“Thank you for your assistance, gentlecolts, but I am quite alright now, please don't allow me to keep you here any longer.”

The guards stared at her. Rarity's mane was a mess, containing twigs and leaves. Her dress was torn and stained, her expression dangerous.

“Um…”

“Is there something else?”

“Well…”

“Am I under arrest?”

“No…”

“Then I would thank you to be on your way.”

Rarity's breathing was heavy, her nostrils flaring. Both guards became aware of an odd scent in the air, but with the unfitting context, neither immediately placed it.

The guards glanced at each other again, then backed away to their wagon. Rarity stared defiantly at them, until they were well under way.

Only when she felt the vibrations stop, assuring her that she was no longer the focus of their attention, Rarity exhaled heavily, and slumped to her knees. She could feel tears threaten to escape her eyes, never in her life had she endured such shame and humiliation. Yet the ordeal was not over; She had to remain strong, until she could reach Starlight Glimmer, and have this accursed… torture implement removed. Failing that, she could perhaps persuade Starlight to place her in some form of magical coma, until Twilight returned.

Gulping down breaths to calm herself, she rose shakily to her hooves once more. She did not wish to even begin contemplating what she must look like by now, or what rumours about her must surely be circulating throughout Ponyville. She just wanted to head to the castle, as quickly as…

Come to think of it, perhaps she should have asked the guards for directions, before sending them on their way.

Still, Twilight's castle was quite the unmistakable landmark; Rarity scanned the rooftops until she found it. To her dismay, it seemed she had ended up on the far side of town, and almost all of Ponyville lay once more between her, and salvation.

Then again… she was probably quite close to the edge of town, and so was the castle… if she skirted around Ponyville, instead of passing through it, she could likely avoid notice. In fact, if she was where she thought she was, it would not be far out of her way to stop by Fluttershy's cottage…

She considered this. Making Fluttershy aware of the situation seemed like a bad idea. It wasn't that Rarity especially minded her friend knowing, but the sweet, innocent filly might never look at her the same way again, if the truth came out. Still, if she could make use of Fluttershy's shower, and borrow a change of clothes, without going into all the intimate details, it would certainly make the situation much improved, or at least more bearable.

Sighing, she raised her head, and began a gentle trot in what she hoped was the right direction…

Fluttershy was in her bedroom, when there came a knock at the cottage door. Hurriedly she slipped her magazine back into the draw of her bedside table, beneath the books on sewing, and carried the roll of paper towels back into the bathroom. After wiping herself down, she quickly washed her hooves. Slipping of the lacy apparel she had bought only for her own, private enjoyment, she rushed back to the bedroom to hide the underthings at the bottom of the sock draw.

“C-coming!” she called, faintly disappointed that it now looked as though she would not be, after all.

With one final glance around the room, she scooped up the jar of coconut oil, and headed down to the front door, via the kitchen.

When she arrived at her front door, and opened it, she gasped. Rarity was standing there, glancing around nervously, but Fluttershy's fashion-conscious friend looked absolutely dreadful.

“Oh my… Rarity, are you alright? What happened?”

Rarity offered a slightly strained grin.

“Good morning, Fluttershy,” (Fluttershy knew it had just gone noon, but said nothing), “do you mind if I come inside for a while, and maybe borrow your shower?”

“Oh, of course…” Fluttershy opened the door wide, and fluttered aside, to let her friend in.

“Thank you, darling. I'll explain this later, but for now I really could use a shower, and maybe a change of clothes?”

Fluttershy nodded soundlessly, and Rarity headed up the stairs. Watching her go, Fluttershy blinked. Had she just glanced something… black, through the tears in Rarity's dress? Ponies did not usually wear underthings, if they wore clothes at all.

Blushing, Fluttershy looked away, and closed the door, trying not to picture Rarity in the same “clothes” the mares in her magazine wore.