Paper Chains

“Bye Rarity!” Sweetie called from the front door of the boutique. “Bye Shy!” With a quick wave she hiked up her backpack and slammed the door. Rarity turned to scold her for it, but could already see the girl pedaling away through the window.

Hardly a girl anymore, she reminded herself. Her eighteenth was last month. She is a young lady now! She smiled wistfully at the thought. Returning to the kitchen, she found Fluttershy just finishing off the last of her tea, a smile of her own playing across her lips.

“She’s so energetic,” Fluttershy commented. “It’s… nice.”

Rarity chuckled. “She wasn’t always so rambunctious. I think Apple Bloom and Scootaloo have been good for her, as much as I may sometimes pine for her quieter days.” She giggled, circling behind Fluttershy as she talked, placing her hands on her lover’s shoulders to gently massage her neck. “So, darling,” She whispered huskily into Fluttershy’s ear, “Are you ready to get started?”

Fluttershy shivered in anticipation at the words. She leaned back into her lover’s chest, resting her head against her bosom. “Are we going to do… that, again?” She asked hopefully.

“But of course!” Rarity said, kissing her forehead gently. “Anything for my little lovebird! That is, if you are still interested, of course.”

“Mmm, definitely!” Fluttershy sighed happily.

“I thought so,” Rarity cooed. “And that’s why I paid a little visit to Adagio’s shop last night. I picked up a few… surprises.”

“Oooh, I can’t wait!” Fluttershy hummed, turning in her seat to look up at her lover. “But… do I have time to shower first?”

Rarity giggled. “Of course, darling. Take your time, but don’t keep me waiting too long, you hear!”

“Yes, mistress!” Fluttershy answered before dashing to the bathroom.

Rarity had always been one to take care of her personal grooming first thing in the morning, and thus she had already showered and had no problem with leaving the bathroom entirely to Fluttershy so she could get ready. Instead she set about preparing the bedroom for the afternoon, making the bed, closing the curtains, and lighting a handful of candles on the dresser to set the mood.

Pulling open the top drawer, she carefully rifled through her less-than-modest collection of lingerie, selecting a skimpy red number that would contrast wonderfully with her pale skin and accentuate her natural curves. Briefly glancing back toward the bathroom door, she stepped out of her clothes and her more casual underwear, tossing them into the nearby hamper before turning to the full length mirror by the dresser. She struck a sultry pose, placing a hand on her hip and admiring herself in the reflection.

She had a nice figure, though not quite as curvy as Fluttershy’s. While they could be considered equally beautiful, they both had their strengths and weaknesses. Fluttershy’s body was more the type that would be considered cute. She was a little bit shorter than average, with big, D-cup breasts, a lovely, round ass and just a bit of pudge in all the right places. She was nowhere near fat, but the extra bit of padding made her a wonderful snuggle partner.

Rarity, on the other hand, was the epitome of classic beauty. She had a perfect, slender hourglass figure, her body kept tight and toned through a healthy diet and a semi-regular workout schedule. She was not overly muscular, but her body was pleasantly toned, adding a nice bit of definition to her abs, legs, and butt especially. Her breasts were not as large as her lover’s, but they were firm and perky and perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body. Despite their differences, Rarity could not really consider one more attractive than the other, and there was little need for her to worry about it. They each kept themselves fit for their own benefit and for each other’s, and Rarity had always thought they made a lovely couple.

Finally finished admiring her reflection, she slipped on her underwear and took a moment to brush her hair. There was little reason to, as it was already nearly perfect and would likely be a tangled mess within the hour, but she always tried to take special care to look her best for her lover, especially on occasions such as this. Once she was satisfied, she returned to the dresser and retrieved the nondescript paper bag that she had gotten from Adagio’s shop. As the owner valued discretion above all else, the bag bore no markings indicating where it was from, for which Rarity was glad.

Rummaging through the bag, Rarity withdrew the items she would need, laying them out neatly along the edge of the bed. She bit her lip as she analyzed the humble collection. Just what was she getting herself into? Sure she had had fun the last time, before everything went awry, but she just could not shake the worry that she was doing something wrong. Fluttershy had called her “mistress” twice now. Was it just a nickname, or was there something more to it? Did Fluttershy want more from her than just a little experimentation in the bedroom? Was she somehow failing her lover by not taking everything a step farther?

Suddenly Rarity realized that the sound of running water had been absent for a while. Curiously she glanced back, wondering if her soft-spoken girlfriend had somehow managed to sneak up on her by accident. There was no Fluttershy, however, and the bathroom door remained firmly closed. Rarity glanced at the wall clock. She had been in there nearly an hour. While spending that much time in the bathroom would not seem so strange for someone like Rarity, for Fluttershy it was very unusual.

Concerned, Rarity approached the bathroom, lifting her hand to gently rap her knuckles against the door frame. “Fluttershy, dear? Is everything alright in there?”

“Eep!” Fluttershy squeaked through the door, sounding startled. “Um, j-just fine, Rarity,” She answered shakily.

More concerned than ever, Rarity slowly pushed open the door. She had half expected it to be locked, but to her great relief it was not. Moving gingerly, she stepped inside. “Fluttershy,” She said patiently, but her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her girlfriend. The normally shy, reserved girl was wearing a daringly risqué ensemble of white lace. The nearly transparent bra and panties left little to the imagination behind their subtle floral pattern, and a pair of sheer silk stockings accentuated her legs, held taut by the narrow garter belt hugging her waist.

Fluttershy blushed in embarrassment, hiding behind a lock of pink hair. She looked the picture of innocent beauty, like a virgin bride on her wedding night. Even through the lace Rarity could see that every inch of her was shaved clean, stirring something primal inside the fashionista.

Seeing Fluttershy naked was nothing new, of course, but this was the first time Rarity had ever seen her in lingerie. The artistic part of her mind was swirling with delight at the intricate garments, how elegant and sexy they looked, how they hugged her curves and suited her complexion just so. The more romantic side of her brain was awash with thoughts of picking her up and ravishing her for hours until pale moonlight gently lulled them to sleep. She opened her mouth, trying to put her thoughts into words. What she got was an excited “Eeeeee!” She clamped a hand over her mouth, blushing in embarrassment.

“S-sorry,” She said, trying again, “Y-you caught me off guard, darling. I wasn’t expecting- ouff!”

She was cut off mid-apology by Fluttershy, who had leaped forward and thrown her arms around her lover in a crushing embrace. “You like them, you really do?” She breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her earlier shyness temporarily forgotten in the midst of Rarity’s overwhelmingly positive first reaction.

“Ooh, I love-love-love them!” Rarity giggled happily. “Fluttershy, you look beautiful in that! I always knew you would look just amazing in lace!”

Fluttershy giggled back, burying her face in Rarity’s chest. “I, um, I hoped you would like it. I- I wanted to thank you for, for what you did, a-a-and I know you’ve been wanting to s-see me in something like this.”

“Of course I love it, darling. It’s you who is wearing it after all.” Rarity gently broke the embrace, taking Fluttershy’s hand and leading her back into the bedroom. Fluttershy gasped as she saw the items on the bed: a coil of black rope, a full set of leather cuffs, and a silk blinder mask. Fluttershy picked up one of the cuffs, admiring the quality. They were sturdy, complete with solid metal D rings and a double row of rivets along the length. Despite that they were amazingly flexible and soft to the touch.

“W-wow, these are amazing,” She said wistfully. Replacing the cuff, she picked up the length of rope. Like the cuffs it felt sturdy, yet at the same time incredibly soft and smooth. Raising an eyebrow, she shot Rarity a questioning glance. “Rarity, um, I thought Adagio told us not to use rope just yet? I mean, if you want to I guess it’s okay, I trust you and I think it would be fun but-”

Rarity placed a hand on her lover’s shoulder. “Worry not, my love, those aren’t for binding you. I’d like to tell you what I did have in mind, if it’s alright.”

Fluttershy deliberated for a moment, torn. On the one hand, she like the idea of being surprised, of having no idea what might happen as she gave up control. But on the other hand, the thought was a little scary as well, even with Rarity, who she trusted completely. She remembered what Adagio had said about communication, how important it is, especially for those who lacked experience in bondage. Reaching a decision, she nodded. “I, I think that would be good… thank you.”

Rarity smiled. “No, thank you darling. I feel much easier knowing we are on the same page, so to speak.” With a gently hand she guided Fluttershy to sit on the bed. “I was thinking something rather basic, actually. A simple cross tie, with your wrists and ankles cuffed and secured to the bed posts. Like so,” She said, sprawling out on her back with her hands and feet pointed toward the corners of the bed. She sat up, leaning on her elbow. “As you can see, you… you would be in quite the vulnerable position. I could more than understand if you decide you would rather try something else.

Brushing her hand over the bed covers, Fluttershy blushed, imagining herself in the position Rarity had demonstrated. Arms held tightly over her head, legs spread helplessly apart, breasts heaving as her lover had her way with her- “Yes!” she said, cutting off her own train of thought lest she go too far before they began. “Yes, that sounds great!” Her voice cracked, her excitement and embarrassment both getting the better of her. She squirmed on the edge of the bed, pushing her legs together and hugging her arms to herself. “A-and then what will you do to me, mistress?”

Rarity flinched at the word, but Fluttershy was too enthralled to notice. There’s that word again, Rarity noted. We haven’t even started yet, and we aren’t going to roleplay. Is it a mere slip of the tongue? She resolved to ask her lover about it after the fact.

“W-well,” She said, putting herself back on track, “I have a couple of toys to play with…”

“L-like whips?” Fluttershy squeaked.

“Heavens no!” Rarity exclaimed, missing Fluttershy’s expression completely.

“O-oh, g-good,” Fluttershy said, though if Rarity had not known better she would had thought she detected a note of disappointment in her tone.

“I assure you, I do not plan to do anything we haven’t done before, but if you don’t mind, that I would like to be a surprise. I suspect it will be more exciting that way.”

Fluttershy nodded. “Of course. I trust you, Rarity.”

“I’m so glad,” Rarity said, nuzzling her cheek. “Now, are you ready to begin?”

It took only a few minutes for the girls to get the cuffs secured around Fluttershy’s wrists and ankles. The ankle cuffs were easy enough, but they found that it was next to impossible for Fluttershy to fasten the wrist cuffs without help, as they took two hands. Once they were all in place Fluttershy stood, shaking her arms then her legs quickly to check the fit. All the cuffs were comfortable, yet secure, neither too tight nor too loose. Satisfied, she sat back on the bed.

“Excellent,” Rarity said, checking the cuffs over once more for herself. Once satisfied, she patted the center of the bed. “Well darling, are you ready to lie down for me?”

Fluttershy obeyed instantly, positioning herself in the center of the bed and extending her arms toward the posts without even being asked. Rarity smiled and nodded, working quickly to cut two lengths of rope and knot them off at the corners of the bed before securing them to the D rings. She tested the knots briefly, ensuring that they would not slip loose during their play, then moved on to the ankles. In short order she secured Fluttershy’s legs in a similar fashion. “Finished!” She chirped happily as she tied the last knot.

Fluttershy lifted her head, glancing around at her bindings. Her arms stretched out enticingly past her head, and her lower half seemed to disappear behind the heaving mounds of her breasts. Laying back, the ceiling seemed taller than normal, farther away, making her feel very small. She tested the ropes. They were not as tight as they could have been, and she found that she had more wiggle room than she had expected. Yet she still was unable to lower her hands to her face or to close her legs, so she decided it would get the job done.

Smiling, she took full advantage of her limited freedom to wiggle seductively. “It feels lovely, Rarity.”

“I-it does?” Rarity asked, her eyes lighting up.

Fluttershy smiled, somewhat glad that she was not the only one to feel a bit insecure at the moment. “It’s wonderful, thank you.”

Rarity sighed in relief. “Oh, I am so glad!” She smiled, glancing around. “Oh! I suppose you’d like the blindfold now then?” Fluttershy nodded, licking her lips in anticipation. “Alright then,” Rarity said, grabbing the mask. She gently brushed her lover’s cheek with the back of her hand before setting the mask in place. “Is that okay? Can you see anything?”

Fluttershy’s breathing quickened as the mask robbed her of her sight. Everything suddenly seemed so much more intense, from the feel of the comforter beneath her to the thudding of her own heart, and to the touch of Rarity’s breath as she leaned over her lover’s body. “It- it’s good!” She gasped, her voice feeling thick in her throat.

Rarity raised a brow in concern. “Are… are you certain, darling? You know, you must tell me immediately if something is wrong!”

Fluttershy took a deep breath to get her breathing under control, then smiled warmly. “I’m fine, Rarity. I promise. It was just… a little intense. B-but I trust you.”

The words struck Rarity in the gut, making her feel both heavy and light at once. The trust Fluttershy was showing her made her spirits soar, filling her with warmth and joy, but the responsibility that came with that trust weighed heavily on her mind.

“Rarity?” Fluttershy asked, the silence making her nervous.

Rarity snapped her attention to her waiting lover. Her breath hitched as she gazed at her bound, vulnerable form. Laid out as she was, her lingerie showing off her curves while her breath gently moved her chest hypnotically. Her smooth, flawless skin highlighted against the dark leather of the cuffs. Her rosy pink hair spread beneath her like a silken pillow.

“Sorry dear, I was just… you’re beautiful, you know that?”

Fluttershy gasped, her face blushing beneath the mask. “R-Rarity, you’re embarrassing me…”

Rarity giggled. “Sorry love, but it’s true. No escaping it now!” She reached down and traced a finger down her lover’s stocking-clad thigh. Fluttershy moaned in appreciation. Maintaining the caress, Rarity reached toward the paper bag and withdrew the final item, a long, elegant-looking feather. Climbing onto the bed, she positioned herself between her lover’s legs and drew the tip of the feather lightly across her stomach.

Fluttershy jerked at the sudden touch. “R-Rarity, is that a feather?” She asked anxiously. She had anticipated the helplessness of her situation, but tickling? She was very ticklish, and Rarity knew it.

“If you don’t want to do this, just tell me and I’ll stop immediately,” Rarity answered, flicking the feather over the bound girl’s navel, eliciting a gasp.

“N-no, keep going, please!”

“Very well,” Rarity purred, beginning to move the feather in intricate patterns, tickling every inch of her lover’s unprotected belly. Fluttershy bit her lip, trying hard not to make any sound that would make Rarity think it was too much and stop. She hated being tickled, but the helplessness of it all was turning her on far more than she could have imagined.

She knew she could stop it at any time, but she did not. She wanted it. This was exactly what she had asked for, what she had been seeking the week before when she had first brought it up, what she had been wanting for years without the courage to bring it up. It was all she had hoped, if not better, and she was already wet with arousal. She whimpered, because she knew they were only just getting started.

“Mmmm, aah! Aahn~!” Flutershy squealed as Rarity teased her side, drawing the feather up her sides and under her left arm. “Eep! Rarity!”

“Yes, love?” Rarity answered coyly, swirling the feather’s tip around her lover’s armpit. “Would you like me to stop?”

“N-no!” Fluttershy gasped, “I just- aah!- just need something to bite on! Please?”

Rarity smiled gently, glancing around before grabbing her discarded shirt. Bundling it up, she placed it next to her lover’s head and grabbed the hem, rolling part of the shirt into a bit and placing it in front of her lips. Fluttershy opened her mouth, accepting the gag easily. “Thahn yuu,” She said past the gag.

Rarity giggled. “Anything for you, darling,” She said, flicking the feather and earning herself a muffled squeal. Smirking as her lover squirmed beneath her, she slid forward, neatly straddling her lover’s hips and pinning her to the bed. Fluttershy bucked beneath her, causing her to bounce a little on her perch, and her crotch rubbed against Fluttershy’s stomach through her panties. Rarity soon realized that she too was becoming wet, the motion beneath her and the adorable sounds made by her lover working together to push her towards the edge.

Continuing her play with the feather, Rarity flicked the tip of it over Fluttershy’s collarbone and neck. While often forgotten, she knew for a fact that those spots were particularly sensitive for her lover, although with how ticklish and sensitive she was the same could be said for most parts of her body. She also teased under Fluttershy’s arms, naturally paying special attention to the armpits.

Fluttershy strained against her restraints, breathing heavily into her gag. She could have spit it out at any time, but the thought of her lewd cries echoing through the whole house was just too embarrassing. Never mind that the two of them had the place entirely to themselves! The idea was enough to make her turn red.

“Are you alright to continue?” Rarity asked, noticing the red face and labored breathing. Fluttershy nodded, keeping the gag securely in her mouth. “Okay then,” she said, sliding back to position herself once again between her lover’s legs. Kneeling, she slipped her folded knees beneath Fluttershy’s buttocks, pressing as close to her lover’s crotch as she could while at the same time forcing her hips up and legs apart.

With an expert hold she flicked the feather over every inch of Fluttershy’s taut belly and ribs. Moving lower, she spun the feather in tight circles around the navel and love handles. Fluttershy squealed, pulling fiercely against the ropes holding her to the bed, but she refused to beg for mercy. The kiss of the feather was agonizing, and wonderful, and she would not give it up for a second.

Rarity continued to shower her whole body with her attention, tickling her lover everywhere from her underarms to the naked parts of her thighs. Fluttershy bucked and squirmed, working up a thin veneer of sweat that made her skin shine and filled the room with her scent. Goosebumps pricked her skin as she pulled against the ropes, instinctively fighting for control.

Her head whipped back and forth, tangling her hair, but she could not remove the blindfold even if she wanted to. Moaning in ecstasy, she could feel herself growing wet with arousal. Her body fought for its own release, ignoring her heart and brain, but it was all for naught. Bound as she was, there was no way for her to relieve the pressure on her own.

Up to this point Rarity had studiously avoided Fluttershy’s erogenous zones. Finally unable to take any more, the bound woman spat out the cloth. “Uuh, Rarity, p-please! D-don’t tease me like this anymore!”

“Oh,” Rarity said cheekily, pulling the feather back. “Are you finished with our little game already?”

“W-what?” Fluttershy asked desperately, “N-no! Of course not!”

Rarity smirked. “Then are you saying… you want to go further?” She asked, running a finger sensually down her lover’s side.

“Y-yes!” Fluttershy mewled.

Rarity hooked a finger under the front of Fluttershy’s bra, pulling it up until she could see the little pink nipples beneath. “Do you want me to take this pretty thing off so I can tease your big, sensitive, titties?”

“Yes, um, please!” Fluttershy whimpered.

“Hmm,” Rarity hummed, reaching around to unlatch the bra before tossing it aside. “Do you want me to play with your adorable, perky little nipples until you melt into a helpless, quivering little puddle just begging for my permission to cum?”

“YES!” Fluttershy shouted, unable to hold her desperation inside any longer.

“Very well,” Rarity giggled, “I cannot simply ignore such an enthusiastic invitation, can I?” She asked, flicking the feather over one of Fluttershy’s perky buds.

“Oooh! Oh my!” Fluttershy gasped, once again robbed of the ability to form proper sentences. She moaned incoherently as her pink nipples were assaulted by the soft kiss of the feather’s barbs. Rarity giggled as both nips peaked to full size, increasing their sensitivity so that every touch made Fluttershy jump as if from a static shock. Her crotch ground against Rarity’s stomach, leaving a slick puddle against her porcelain skin.

“Mmm,” Rarity moaned in response, swirling her pinkie through the fluid before popping it in her mouth and licking it clean. Her own arousal was starting to peak, and once again she felt the temptation to leave her lover hanging, to force her to finish Rarity off before being allowed to cum herself. She pushed the temptation away. It would not be right to take advantage of her like that, not without discussing it first, and certainly not after the failure that was their last attempt at bondage. No, as much as she might have wanted to do it, she wanted to take care of Fluttershy more. Giving was in her nature, after all.

Teasing one breast with the feather, Rarity leaned in, locking her lips around the nipple of the opposite breast and teasing the swollen bud with her tongue. Her breasts pushed softly into Fluttershy’s belly, the red lace of her bra gently teasing her lover’s bare skin. Fluttershy shuddered, gasping as her breasts were teased relentlessly. She bucked her hips, unable to stop herself from grinding against Rarity’s stomach.

Moaning, she tried to close her legs, managing to capture Rarity’s hips in between her knees. Rarity giggled, shifting slightly to give her attention to the other nipple, switching the feather to the other hand so that both breasts got equal attention. Her ministrations nearly drove Fluttershy mad with desire. Rarity bit down lightly, pinching the bud between her teeth. She pulled back, rolling the sensitive flesh between her teeth. Fluttershy gasped, nearly cumming then and there.

Rarity giggled, her breath tickling Fluttershy’s breasts where the feather had left off. “Would you like me to go… lower?” She asked huskily.

“Mmm, yeeess,” Fluttershy whined piteously.

“Okay, darling,” Rarity purred, taking her time as she left a trail of slow kisses down her lover’s chest and belly, scooting back slowly as she did so. She placed a final kiss over the top of Fluttershy’s lacy panties before hooking a finger under the waistband and pulling them aside. She breathed deeply, inhaling the natural musk of her girlfriend’s arousal.

It was familiar, comfortable, and most of all, sexy. Rarity moaned as the scent caused her own arousal kicked into overdrive. She discarded the feather; the time for teasing was over. Neither she nor her lover would have to wait much longer. Without hesitation she dove in, her tongue ravishing her lover’s swollen folds.

Rarity used her mouth expertly, moving her lips to tease Fluttershy’s labia while her tongue darted inside. She barely registered the flavor, her mind laser-focused on giving her girlfriend the best orgasm of her life. She attacked aggressively, lapping and sucking at the sensitive folds, teasing out the clitoris and rolling it under her tongue. The scent of arousal drove her forward, and she began moaning as she moved her tongue with even greater speed.

Grabbing her lover’s knees, Rarity pushed Fluttershy’s legs apart as far as the ropes would allow, granting herself unfettered access to her lover’s pussy. Her mouth was flooded with a rising tide of pre cum, and she lapped the bitter juices eagerly. It was not long before the dam broke completely, and the slick pre cum was replaced with the true prize of Fluttershy’s orgasm.

Fluttershy’s knees clamped firmly around Rarity’s head, easily breaking her grip and trapping her face first in her dripping pussy. Rarity swallowed for all she was worth, barely emptying her mouth of one load before another took her place. She had no choice but to keep it up until her lover rode out her orgasm and relaxed her grip.

Finally it was over, and Fluttershy collapsed in a heap, her legs loosening just enough for Rarity to free herself. She jerked back, sputtering as she swallowed the rest of the fluid in her mouth.

“O-oh my,” Fluttershy gasped shakily. “I did it again, didn’t I?”

“N-no worries,” Rarity said shakily, coughing discreetly as she wiped the rest of the stuff off her face with the corner of the bedsheet.

“Are, um… are we finished already?” Fluttershy asked, distracting Rarity from the sticky mess spoiling her coiffure.

“Oh,” Rarity answered in surprise, not expecting her lover to recover so fast. “That depends, do you want us to be finished?” Fluttershy shook her head decisively. Rarity smirked, sliding off her panties and tossing them aside. “Then no we are not. Not by a long shot!”

==O==

“Hey sis, I’m back!” Sweetie Belle called as she pushed open the front door. “The girls want to go see a movie, and I left my wallet on my dresser…”

Receiving no reply, she stepped inside with a shrug, closing the door behind her. She looked around in confusion. Where were they? “Rarity? Fluttershy?”

“…oooh, Fluttershy!” Her voice seemed to echo back from upstairs. Sweetie raised an eyebrow, creeping forward toward the stairs. Another cry caused her to jump with a start. “Oh, yes. Yes! Yes!”

Sweetie’s ears burned and her face flushed with embarrassment as she realized what was happening. With her face as red as Apple Bloom’s hair she tiptoed upstairs, trying not to make a sound. With any luck she could grab her wallet and escape without ever being seen, and she could pretend that the whole thing never happened. Sure, she was a grown lady, and she knew that Fluttershy and her sister shared a bed, but up until now they had managed to keep their hands off each other whenever Sweetie was around!

That I know of at least, Sweetie thought with a shudder. Sure, she liked Fluttershy fine, and they were both beautiful women, but Sweetie had no desire to see the two of them actually going at it!

Or so she thought, but reality conspired to prove her wrong. To her infinite misfortune, her bedroom happened to be at the end of the hall, past her sister’s. Furthermore, her sister’s door was ajar. Now, ordinarily Sweetie Bell would have no trouble just walking past, averting her eyes as she scurried to her room as quickly and as quietly as possible. But the sounds coming from her sister’s bedroom, the muffled groans punctuated by ecstatic cries of pleasure, they were doing something to the teenager and she found it impossible to push down her curiosity.

Ignoring her better instincts, she pushed the door open another inch until she could see everything. Her sister was fortunately looking away from the door, her rich purple curls bounding against her pale, naked back as she grinded against something on the bed. Another moan drew Sweetie’s attention and her eyes locked to the bed. It took her a moment to recognize Fluttershy, equally naked save for a pair of tight, thigh-length stockings. She was secured to the bed in a tight spread-eagle pose, and her face was buried firmly between Sweetie’s sister’s legs.

Sweetie’s breath hitched in her throat and her legs grew weak. She barely managed to reach the wall before she collapsed, sliding down to the floor, her hand creeping under the waistband of her jeans. Biting her lip, she pulled out her phone to check the time. She was definitely going to miss the previews.