Author's Note

Contains: Silly, naked adventure with of-age cmc. Cmc and Spike having sex. More bondage. Ropes. Bare brains.

Thanks to the usual parties

An Unmolested Journey 2: Molest Harder

Apple Bloom woke up the next day, the cold and damp from the cave not being the least bit unpleasant to her new body. It was actually one of the better nights of sleep she’d ever had, thanks to her company.

She nuzzled into the soft flesh beside her, feeling the soft warmth of whoever is was that had ended up there, and gently kissing it.

“Mmm?” Sweetie Belle sounded, waking up from the soft touch. “Apple Bloom?”

“Good morning,” Apple Bloom said, aiming her head at the voice, while still being blindfolded by the ropes. “Sleep well?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Sweetie Belle said. “Best way to wake up as well.”

“What’s this I’m kissing?” Apple Bloom asked, pecking the flesh in front of her again.

Sweetie Belle giggled, and said, “Put your mouth a little bit to the side.”

Apple Bloom did so, felt the soft opening against her lips, and giggled, giving it another soft kiss. “Think you can get this blindfold off from me?”

“If you insist,” Sweetie Belle said, and lit up her horn. However, nothing seemed to happen. Her magic didn’t seem to do anything, as if her horn was pressed in just the right spot to stop magic from flowing through it.

“Uhm,” she said uncertain, and tried scratching the rope-covered horn against the cavern floor, but when she tried using her magic, the rope shifted slightly, blocking her magic again.

“Mm-mmm,” Scootaloo’s sleepy voice sounded.

“Good morning, Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said.

“Mmm gmm hmm?” Scootaloo mumbled into her gag.

“Sweetie Belle seems to have trouble with something.”

“Girls…” Sweetie Belle said. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“What!?”

“Mmm!?”

“I think that poison joke yesterday did something to the ropes.”

After an unknown period of time, Twilight’s senses returned to her. She blinked her eyes, and gently groped around her with her hands to orient herself.

“You alright there, sugar?” Applejack asked from her side.

Twilight sat up and looked at Applejack and Rarity crouched next to her. “I think so. What happened?” she said, before turning to see the body of Trixie lying on the floor, a sky blue brain next to her. “Oh Celestia!”

“Yes we were curious about this, dear. What were you two doing?” Rarity asked.

“I don’t know! I think she jumped me and then she cut my head open and yanked my brain out,” Twilight said and scooted over to Trixie’s body, double checking that her scalp was attached to her again.

“Is she a rubber doll as well?” Applejack asked.

“Not as far as I know,” Twilight said, and grabbed the rubbery brain. “Starlight told us about all the ponies she turned.”

Twilight put her hand on Trixie’s neck, and gently tried finding a pulse. “Oh, like I was afraid. She’s… expired.”

Rarity gasped. “She’s dead!?”

“I guess not really,” Twilight said, looked at the brain in her hand before magically scanning it. “This is her brain and its the same as ours, so she appears fine. Her body though… well, I don’t know how long we were here but a body doesn’t survive without a brain for long.”

“Her body is dead?” Applejack asked, as the trio stood up.

“Yes,” Twilight said, and put her hand to her chin, holding Trixie’s brain in the other. “Uhm, I’m not sure what to do now.”

“Her body is not a doll,” Rarity said. “Perhaps it will recover if you transform it?”

“Good thinking,” Twilight said, and shot a bolt of magic at the body, the eyes of which were staring ahead unseeingly, before lifting it up in her magic along with the research notes she had been working on. “Let’s go, we’ll get to my lab before anypony sees this. So why were you here?”

They walked down the corridors, past the kitchen and libraries.

“Well,” Rarity said. “It’s our sisters, Scootaloo included. We haven’t seen them since yesterday.”

“Uhm, I haven’t seen them,” Twilight said. “But then again, I’ve been out of it for… I don’t know how long.”

“I’m afraid that with recent development, they might have been feeling a little more eager to put themselves in harm’s way,” Rarity said.

“Plenty of places they might’ve gone to, having the energy to,” Applejack said. “The gorge, the Everfree. I know they’re not exactly fragile, still, it’d be nice to know they’re not in trouble.”

“Have you told Rainbow?” Twilight asked.

“Yes, she’s out looking,” Rarity said. “I sent her to investigate Scootaloo’s house, and how to word it so that they’ll assume they had a sleepover if they’re not there.”

They entered the laboratory. By now, Trixie’s hands and hooves were missing, and her breasts and buttocks were growing in size.

“Good. I’ll help” Twilight said, and put Trixie’s body and brain down on the table. “I’ll just need toooo…”

Twilight’s voice trailed off as she looked at her research notes on the table. She glanced between them and the brain on Trixie on the table, before letting out a sigh.

“Also, I think I figured out why your sisters found my laboratory in the first place,” Twilight said, and held up Trixie’s brain. “It’s good a spell to make ponies ignore it, but Trixie is good with illusions.”

“Oh,” Rarity and Applejack said at the same time.

“Alright, let me speed this up,” Twilight said, and poured some more magic into Trixie’s body. Her arms and legs started absorbing into her body rapidly, making her bosom and buttocks grow and stretch the fabric of her black tights.

Before long, her limbs were missing, and she turned into rubber, much faster than they had at Starlight’s hand. The modified spell left Trixie with her horn, mane, and tail, and didn’t turn her mouth into a permanently open hole.

Rarity walked up and started undressing the still body. “Here we go, darling. I’ll refit your clothes.”

Twilight propped the body up, and shot a beam of magic across Trixie’s head, allowing her to open the skull.

True enough, it was empty. Twilight took the brain, and placed it in the empty space.

However, the brain and body didn’t connect, as if the rubber body was unresponsive.

After a moment, Twilight took the brain and inspected it. “She’s alive here,” she said. “I guess the transformation in itself does not breathe new life into a body.”

“Ghoulish, in a way,” Rarity said.

“So what now?” Applejack asked.

“I’ll have time to look at this after we’ve found the Crusaders,” Twilight said, and looked around, noticing the jar with Starlight’s brain in it.

Starlight’s brain was strapped into a specific spot in the jar, with the transceiver arrangement aligned to that specific location, and needles ready to strike a key points in it at a moment’s notice.

Twilight took Trixie’s brain, and put it into the jar next to Starlight’s. “You keep her company for now, my little toy,” she said, before turning to the others. “Shall we?”

Unknown to them, Spike had left the castle before them. He had only heard a snippet of what his friends had been saying, but it seemed like the Cutie Mark Crusaders were missing, and might be in the Everfree Forest.

He had mulled over it for just a few moments, before he threw off his apron, and ran out towards the wood.

“How’s it lookin’?” Apple Bloom asked, as the trio walked out of the gorge.

Their ropes had fused together, forming racy arrangements across them that they could not remove. The knots were gone, giving them no means to untie them, and the ropes responded to attempts to pull them off, tightening around the young mares.

“We almosht ou,” Sweetie Belle said, leading Apple Bloom on the rope she had around her neck.

“Mmm-mm,” Scootaloo mumbled into her gag.

“What’s that?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Mmm-mm!” Scootaloo insisted, inclining her head towards the side of the exit to the gorge.

“You wan o go chat way?” Sweetie Belle said.

“Mm,” Scootaloo said, nodding.

“Well, I’m trusting you gals,” Apple Bloom said.

The gorge had been a bleak arrangement, being only rock and dust with the occasional hint of an old bone or some woodland creature or other, and the crusaders were glad to be out of it. Normally they might have felt safer in the lifeless, rocky place than the hostile Everfree Forest, but they figured that as rubber dolls, they should be fine, so long as they didn’t lose more limbs.

“Why did you wan o go his way?” Sweetie Belle asked, after half an hour’s walking.

“Hmm cmm-hm,” Scootaloo said.

“Wha?”

“Hmm cmm-hm,” Scootaloo insisted, and waved her shoulders, forgetting she didn’t have arms to gesticulate with.

She huffed in frustration, and walked over to a large rock, kicking it, and the pebbles around it. “Hmm! Hmmmmm!” she mumbled, looking up with wide eyes at a large imaginary arrangement in front of her. “Cmm-hm,” she repeated.

“... Oh! E cashtle!” Sweetie Belle finally said. “E ol cashtle is hat way?”

“Mmm,” Scootaloo said, nodding her head in a pleased manner.

“You sure?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Mmm,” Scootaloo said, nodding her head again.

“Well, let’s go then,” Apple Bloom said. “Judging from them growling sounds, you gals are gettin’ mighty hungry.”

“Ngo,” Sweetie Belle said, shaking her head. “E don’ geck ungry like his.”

“Then what’s making tha’ sound?” Apple Bloom asked, looking around unseeingly.

Out from around the trees behind them stepped a pack of timber wolves, their green eyes locked on them.

Scootaloo’s eyes went wide, as did Sweetie Belle’s, as her mouth opened and the rope fell out of it.

“Run!” Sweetie shouted, and turned towards where they had headed and shot off along with Scootaloo.

“What!? Hey, where ya goin!?” Apple Bloom asked, and turned towards the hoofsteps and ran straight into the huge boulder, head first.

“Oof!” was the sound she could make as her head bounced off the rock and she fell to the ground.

“Apple Bloom!” Sweetie Belle shouted, and turned around.

Apple Bloom struggled up on her knees, her head lolling back and forth. “I’m seein’ stars,” she mumbled dazedly. “They’re tellin’ me to apple…”

“Snap out of it!” Sweetie Belle said, and ran towards her friend.

“I’m- hurgh!” Apple Bloom shouted, as a wolf rammed into her and bit down on her neck.

“Get away from her!” Sweetie Belle shouted, as she ran forward and punted the wolf as hard as she could. It let out a yelp and let go, its jaw breaking off.

Scootaloo had ran past them, and was standing with her legs wide and a challenging look in her eyes. Two wolves charged her, and she stepped aside in the last moment, causing them to crash headlong in the boulder.

Sweetie Belle grabbed the rope around and Apple Bloom’s neck and stood up. “Run!” she shouted, and the trio turned around and ran as the single remaining wolf chased after them, and the three damaged ones started to restore themselves.

They ran as fast as they could through the underbrush, Sweetie Belle dragging Apple Bloom along, who managed to keep on her hooves despite her blindness. Sweetie Belle figured it wa earth pony magic helping her as well.

“Tha’sh it!” Sweetie Belle shouted, looking ahead with wide eyes. “I cang shee e cashtle!”

“Mmm hm hm!” Scootaloo hummed loudly into her ropes as they entered the clearing surrounding the deep gorge in turn surrounding the crevice. “Mmm-MMMM!”

The wolf that was closest to them had managed to catch up with Scootaloo, and bite her in her buttock. “Mmm-mmm!” she shouted, and sped up in her running towards the rickey bridge leading to the front gates.

“Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom shouted, as she heard her friend rush past them, and sped up past Sweetie Belle. “Hold on, Scootaloo, I’ll save–”

“Apple Blhoom, wai’!” Sweetie Belle said, just as they reached the edge of the ravine…

… And promptly missed the bridged entirely.

“Aaaaaaaah!” shouted Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. “Mmmmmmm!” shouted Scotaloo, as they fell down into the ravine, landing with a set of hard thuds.

The trio coughed, and sat up.

“Everypony okay?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Mmm,” Scootaloo muttered, annoyed.

“Ooooh, mein kopf,” Apple Bloom said, as she sat up, a sharp piece of wood, fragments of the smashed wold, piercing her skull, poking out of both temples.

“What?”

“Whu? Oh, I’m sorry, moi ducks, I’m come down with somethin’. Them words feelin’ right slippery. What’s happen?” Apple Bloom asked, aiming her head around unseeingly.

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle looked at Apple Bloom with wide eyes

“Uh, a timber wolf bit down on Scootaloo’s bum. Not sure why, there’s not much there,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Mmm!” Scootaloo growled indignantly at Sweetie Belle.

“Anyway, should we get out of here?” Sweetie Belle said. “Try and find a way into the castle?”

“Yargh, that sounds like a mighty fine idea, lassy,” Apple Bloom said, then shook her head. “Argh, not sure why I be talking like this.”

“Could be something with that stick that’s poking through your skull,” Sweetie Belle said, and stood up.

“Yargh? Oh… whatever do you mean, darling?”

“Mmm-mmm!” Scootaloo called from the side.

“Oh hey, an entrance,” Sweetie Belle said.

“This is fun though, isn’t it?” Sweetie Belle said a few minutes later, as they walked through the dark halls of the catacombs of the old castle. “Exploring and adventure.”

“Mmm,” Scootaloo conceded a bit grudgingly.

“Tha i’ is, moi duck,” Apple Bloom said. “Now tha no big birds swoopin us up in the air all wooshy-like. Ah buggah, could somepony please get stick outta moi noggin?”

“Alright, hold still,” Sweetie Belle said, took Apple Bloom’s rope in her mouth and pulled her down so she could reach the stick, grabbed that in her mouth, and yanked.

The stick promptly broke off, leaving most of it in Apple Bloom’s skull and leaving nothing on that side to grab onto.

Apple Bloom shuddered, and swayed on her hooves. “Oh, perfect,” she grumbled. “I just got myself a new accent haven’t I? Yep, this is going all kinds o’ great.”

“Let’s just get up out of this place, then we can just beeline it to Ponyville,” Sweetie Belle said.

“What if somepony lays their eyes on us?” Apple Bloom asked.

“We’ll go to Rainbow Dash’s place, or sneak into your house,” Sweetie Belle said. “They all know what’s up.”

“Mmm!” Scootaloo nodded eagerly at the idea of going to Rainbow’s house.

“Alright, let’s go. There’s a big round stair over there,” Sweetie Belle said. “Apple Bloom, you just walk behind us and lean against the wall, otherwise we’re going to have to start over.”

They ascended the stairs, coming out into a large corridor, with one large entrance at the end of it leading into the great hall.

“Perfect! Progress,” Sweetie Belle said.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s the great hall,” Sweetie Belle said. “Just like in Canterlot Castle.”

“Mmm-mm,” Scootaloo mumbled, drawing their attention.

“Oh cool, somepony left a hidden doorway open!”

They filed into the room, Apple Bloom bumping into the doorway, to find themselves in a cozy study, remarkably well-preserved for its age.

“There’s cushions, and books, and a desk,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Right, point me to a cushion, then find something to get this thing out of my head,” Apple Bloom insisted.

“Uhm, okay,” Sweetie Belle said, and led Apple Bloom over to a large, soft pillow. “Hold on, let me just find something to–”

“Helloooo!” a voice called from out in the great hall.

“Spike!?” Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle shouted at the same time, all three of them looking up at the voice.

“Mmm mm,” Scootaloo shouted, running out towards the great hall.

“Wait, Scoot! We’re…” was all Sweetie Belle could shout before groaning and walking out after her.

Starlight lowered herself across Sunburst’s back, pressing her breasts into his neck.

“How are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m feeling great,” Sunburst said, happily. “Though I have to admit my productivity has gone down since I got you, toy.”

“So do you want to become a toy as well?” Starlight asked. “With some practice, you can become even more productive as one. No more sleep, no more fatigue, and you can become oh so very focused if you’re promised sex. Remember when you wouldn’t put a dildo in me until I wrote a song?”

“That was fun. I was almost getting scared from how panicked and desperate you were.”

“I was, but all in a good way. I love you, Sunburst.”

“I love you, Starlight my toy. How are you though?” he asked, turning around and sitting her down on his lap. “You seem happier than usual.”

“I am,” Starlight said. “It’s the strangest thing, but I feel like I’ve made a new friend today.”

“So let me get this straight,” Spike said, sitting on a cushion in front of his friends and struggling desperately to keep his eyes on their faces. “You, and your sisters, and Twilight, and Pinkie and Fluttershy, have been turned into walking rubber sex dolls, with new cutie marks making them… promiscuous–”

“More like very open to new ideas,” Sweetie Belle said. “You know, like you’d expect of somepony with a cutie mark like that.”

“Right,” Spike said, nodding. “And Twilight can’t, and doesn’t want to, turn them back, and has instead put illusion spells on them so others don’t notice when they’re being lewd.”

“That’s roight, moi duck,” Apple Bloom said. “Only we don’t have any o’ them fancy new cutie marks, on account o’ us not having any to begin with.”

“And you’re all pretty much invincible,” Spike said, eyeing the piece of wood sticking out of Apple Bloom’s temple.

“Certainly seems that way,” Sweetie Belle said. “Speaking of which, I was going to try and get a poleaxe and try and poke that thing out of her head.”

“I can help with that!” Spike said, rising up before Sweetie Belle did. “I have…” he stopped to glance at his friends before averting his eyes again. “What about your arms by the way? Are you gonna get them back?”

“Ah think Twilight can make us some new,” Apple Bloom said. “She made the ones we used t’ have. Oh hey, Mah normal voice, get it it out while it’s right.”

“Right,” Spike said, and scurried out into the hallway.

There was a cacophony of clanks and thuds, before Spike hurried back into the room, cleaning the golden tip of a poleaxe on his shirt sleeve.

“Just shove it in there,” Sweetie Belle said.

“It doesn’t hurt right?” Spike asked, as he crouched down beside Apple Bloom, lining the tip up with the opening in her temple.

“Not at all. I wouldn’t mind the stick if it wasn’t for mah voice.”

“Right,” Spike said, and speared Apple Bloom’s head with the metal tip.

“Ooooh!” Apple Bloom said, shivering as the stick was forced out of her head. “That felt funny. Thanks, Spike”

“Don’t mention it. So, uh, should we get back to town?” Spike asked.

“We don’t get tired anymore,” Sweetie pointed out. “But we can take a break for you. It’s quite a walk here.”

“I’m glad I found you,” Spike said. “Anything I can do?”

“Mmm!” Scootaloo said.

“You… want me to try and remove your ropes?”

“Mm mm,” Scootaloo nodded.

Spike sat down next to Scootaloo, focusing on her face, and inserted a claw between Scootaloo’s cheek and the rope-mask.

It came away with surprising ease, almost responding to Spike’s wishes. “Oh hey, that was easy. What were you doing with these anyway?”

“Bucking,” was Scootaloo’s first word since the evening before.

“Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle said at the same time.

“What? Even if we could lie about this, I wouldn’t to Spike.”

“Well, alright,” Sweetie Belle said. “But, you know, more like making love.”

“Sure. That,” Scootaloo said.

“I’ll uuuh, just go get something to clean you guys off with, alright?” Spike said, and scurried out of the room.

“That’s nice of him,” Apple Bloom said.

“And that’s a little forward of you,” Sweetie Belle said to Scootaloo.

“You think?” Scootaloo said, eyes wide in surprise. “I was gonna suggest we do it with him right now. Don’t you want to?”

“Well,” Apple Bloom said, looking around awkwardly. “We don’t have them cutie marks our sisters do.”

“But I still wanna do it,” Scootaloo said. “I mean, it’s just for fun.”

“If… if it can just be for fun then…” Sweetie Belle said, looking down at her own hooves.

“Hey, girls,” Spike said, walking into the room with a overturned helmet and a piece of cloth. “I found some rainwater that I could clean you guys off with.”

“Thanks, Spike,” Sweetie Belle said, smiling softly at him.

Spike held the helmet above him and blew flames at the bottom, and after just a few seconds, steam started gently rising from the helmet.

He sat down next to the girls, and dipped his hand with the cloth in the almost boiling water, not bothered by the high temperature. He raised it out of the helmet, and let it cool down for a moment before putting it on Scootaloo’s shoulder.

“Is this okay?” he said.

“It sure is,” Scootaloo said, leaning into the warm sensation.

Spike squirmed a little, putting his legs together and raising them up, hoping to camouflage his growing erection.

“It’s okay, Spike. We don’t have the cutie marks that Twilight and the others have, but we still like you,” Scootaloo said, and leaned against Spike with her now clean shoulder, and he slowly continued to clean the rest of her off.

“I uh, I’ve always wanted to… you know, get together with Rarity,” he said.

“There’s no stopping you from that,” Scootaloo said. “I mean, considering their new cutie marks, she probably wants to do the same with you. I’m guessing she hasn’t yet because they didn’t want to tell anypony. They didn’t even tell us, but now that that cat is out of the bag…”

“You think so?” Spike asked.

“Sure. What do you think, Sweetie Belle?”

“Uhm, yeah, you’re… probably right,” she said.

Spike had slowed down his cleaning of Scootaloo, and was now absentmindedly cleaning her belly with the cooling cloth.

Scootaloo leaned into him closer. “So you just go ahead and warm that towel up again and clean a little further down,” she said, closing her eyes and smiling warmly.

“Did anypony else seem to notice how them ropes seemed to do what Spike wanted them to do? We should give em to Rarity and Twilight. I bet they’d be interested,” Apple Bloom pointed out.

Spike put the towel between Scootaloo’s legs. “How’s this?” he asked, gaining a little confidence from her satisfied smile.

“Great. Let’s see how thoroughly you can clean me there,” she said, and leaned into Spike hard enough to wrestle him to the floor, pressing her lips against the surprised dragon’s.

There had been conflicting feelings of trepidation and relief when Spike had managed to intercept the element bearers on their way into the woods. He had led Twilight and her friends to the outskirts of Sweet Apple Acres, where the Crusaders had been trying to keep out if sight.

There had been a relieved reunion, where it had also been revealed that Spike was now aware of the status of the element bearers, knowing that they were walking sex dolls.

It was quickly agreed that the Crusaders would be stealthily spirited away to Twilight’s castle to have their arms restored, and to explain to Spike the entirety of the situation. Just as they were about to do just that, Big Macintosh had appeared, and another pony had to be let in on the secret.

Not a lot of talk had been necessary to establish that Big Macintosh was interested in the transformation as well, and by the expressions of Applejack’s friends, none of them were opposed to the idea that another big and strong and handsome stallion would join them in their status as dolls before long.

Spike had to wait though. He had a lot of growing left to do, and Twilight wanted to perfect the natural growth element of the transformation before any creature who wasn’t a full adult were subjected to it.

“So?” Twilight asked, casting a teasing smile at Rarity when they were alone in the room, a few moments after Spike and the Crusaders bounced out of the room together, clothes and limbs restored.

“Whatever do you mean, darling?” Rarity asked, smiling coyly.

“Spike had been in love with you for ages, and now he’s in on the secret. Are you going to do something about it?”

“Twilight, dear, you’re his family, I want to check with you whether you think it would be healthy for him.”

“I think it is. Love and affection is a healthy thing.”

“But he can’t have me for himself, you understand.”

“I don’t think he needs to. Besides, he has the Crusaders with him as well.”

“Do you think a young flesh and blood drake can keep up?”

Twilight looked away with a knowing smile. “I’ve researched quite a few topics related to dragons. I think he can.”

“Oh?” Rarity asked.

“You know how a trait like ambition can drive a pony to do great things or terrible things. Well, a dragon can reshape his greed in many different ways, wanting his lovers satisfied is one of them.”

“... I… was not aware,” Rarity said with a contemplative look on her face. “So if they awaken and shape his greed in the right way…?”

“Then Spike can become a world class lover,” Twilight nodded.

“... Interesting. That would be a good trait to nurture. Hmmm…” Rarity pondered, before facing Twilight again. “But that was a good sign today wasn’t it? Sweetie Belle and the others seem to adjust to their new status very well.”

“Yes. I was afraid that without a cutie mark like ours, they’d not be very pleased with being dolls,” Twilight said. “They might not have the same appetite as we do, but it still seems like a positive.”

“Indeed, and that gives me ideas…”

Rarity sat in her kitchen in the evening, the danger and excitement gently buzzing in the background of her mind.

If somepony walked in through the unlocked front door, they just needed to take a few steps to be able to see her plainly, sitting naked in her kitchen, slowly crossing her legs and sipping her tea as she skimmed through the newspaper.

She had opted to spend the evening without her skin, instead just being a walking rubber doll, though leaving her mane and tail intact. She also hadn’t touched herself all day, and felt as if her desperation was chipping away at her sanity, in a wonderful way of course.

She stood up and languidly stretched, before walking over to the door and locking it for the night.

She walked up the stairs, into her room, leaving the door open, and magically lifted out several trunks from under her bed.

She opened them, and retrieved a pair of stout dildos, which were promptly inserted into her lower openings.

“Haaaaah…” she breathed out in relief, before calling out into the hallway. “Oh, Sweetie Belle!”

The hoofsteps quickly followed, going up the stairs and through the corridor. “Yeah?” he sister asked.

“I am about to retire for the evening,” Rarity said, facing her sister, who bit her lower lip, the bottom of a dildo sticking out of her opening. “Would you be so kind as to help me with the setup?”

“You want to be completely helpless?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“I do. I trust you, Sweetie,” Rarity said. “I don’t have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Okay, how do you want it?” Sweetie asked, walking up to the trunks to see what her sister had prepared.

“Suspension and sensory deprivation,” Rarity said. “No limbs, no horn.”

“All the way? Alright, lose the limbs,” Sweetie said.

Rarity promptly sat down on the floor and mentally willed her limbs off. They fell away without hesitation, and Rarity fell onto her back, nothing acting as a counterweight and no way to catch her, as her limbs lay still on the floor.

“Thorough deactivation,” she said, not being able to control them remotely. “Grab my horn.”

Sweetie Belle reached down and pulled at Rarity’s horn, enabling that to come loose as well. She also took the moment to pull off Rarity’s tail.

“I’m at your mercy now, sweet sister,” Rarity said. “Now please do something with those wonderful ropes you discovered.”

“You sure are,” said Sweetie Belle, and grabbed the ropes in one of the trunks, the magic of which had been recreated with Twilight’s help.

They allowed one pony to be held tight and unable to remove them by themselves, while obeying the commands of others.

The black rope in Sweetie’s hands snaked around her sister, forming a revealing bodysuit of tight ropes, and creating points of suspension around Rarity’s empty hips and shoulders, as well as her mane.

Sweetie tossed one end of the rope up into a free hook in ceiling, and it hoisted Rarity up at Sweetie’s eye level, suspending her from where her limbs would be and by her mane.

“Good?” Sweetie Belle asked, and gave Rarity a little push, making her swing back and forth.

“Eep!” Rarity squeaked as she swung back and forth, having no control over her suspension and having no ability to catch herself should it fail, which it wouldn’t. “Ooh, this is perfect, yes. Earplugs, blindfold and gag next.”

Sweetie Belle lifted all of it out of the trunk with her magic, starting with putting a mask that held a blindfold tightly in place on Rarity, ensuring that no amount of squirming would ever dislodge it. “Anything else? Normal gag or throat?”

“Throat,” Rarity said.

“Can I touch you?” Sweetie asked.

“Yes indeed,” Rarity said, and turned towards the noise. “Will you?”

“Hmm, maybe,” Sweetie said. “I don’t know.”

“Oh Sweetie, you absolute tea--” was all Rarity managed to say before a large dildo was shoved all the way down her, silencing her completely and stopping her from even breathing.

A moment later, her ears were filled with black rubber plugs, not only stopping sound waves from entering her ears, but even holding her inner ear tightly in place in a way that would have deafened her permanently if she wasn’t a rubber doll, preventing even the slightest signal to be sent to her brain.

Rarity shivered in delight, and squirmed helplessly in her suspension. She felt a few more ropes wrap around her muzzle and her rear, preventing the dildos in all each of her opening from coming loose.

She desperately tried to breathe, and her inability to do so excited her even further. She was so helpless, and unable to focus on anything but her helplessness, and of course the large dildos inside her. She tried to press down on them, wishing desperately that somepony would please pump them in and out of her, even a little.

Although there was one more thing to focus on of course. Trying to figure out what Sweetie and her friends would be doing.

She wouldn’t be able to tell in the slightest, but she knew that they would be doing quite a few things in her own bed, the one she was currently facing. They thought she didn’t know, the bed would be clean and newly made the next day, but she knew.

Sweetie Belle didn’t have to wait long before there was a knock on the door.

She happily skipped down to the door and eagerly opened it.

“Hey, Sweetie,” Spike, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo said enthusiastically outside, though taking care to not draw the attention of the entire neighborhood, as the sun had just set.

“Hey, come on in,” Sweetie said. “I’ve just taken care of Rarity.”

“Oh, so we can talk normally?” Scootaloo asked, as they stepped in and Sweetie shut the door behind them.

“Yeah, she’s not going to be able to tell a thing.”

“Cool! Can we see?” Apple Bloom asked.

“You sure can. This way,” Sweetie said, and walked up the stairs with the other behind her.

“Wow! That is so cool!” Scootaloo said, as she saw Rarity suspended from the ceiling.

“Is she awake?” Spike asked.

“She should be,” Sweetie Belle said. “Go on and touch her. We know you’ve always wanted to.”

“Can we?” Spike asked. “I mean, is she fine with it?”

“I can, and I’m extending that to you,” Sweetie Belle said. “Besides, what is she gonna do about it?”

Spike walked up and studied the still form of the pony he had been infatuated with for so long now, as she hanged in front of him. He gently put his hand on the dildo in her marehood, making her jolt in surprise and try looking behind her, in the wrong direction to where Spike was.

“Go ahead,” Sweetie said. “She likes it.”

Spike parted the ropes that held the dildo in place, and gently pumped the dildo in and out of Rarity a few times.

Rarity shivered and squirmed where she was suspended, and from the minute movements of her chest and throat, she was trying to moan or hyperventilate.

Spike stopped pumping for a moment, and Sweetie Belle walked up to Rarity, running her hand across one of Rarity’s breasts, gently pinching one of her nipples as she kissed Rarity on the cheek. “Did you like that, sis?” she asked. “I think you did. Me and my friends are going to use your bed now, and if we wanted, we could invite the whole town to watch.”

Sweetie smiled at Spike and gestured at Rarity’s waist again as she removed her hands from her sister.

Spike again took the dildo and inserted it in and out a few times, making her squirm violently in her ropes, her face held expressionless by her bondage.

“Yeah, you like it,” Sweetie said, as Spike put the ropes back.

“So where do we start?” Scootaloo asked.

“It’s up to Spike today,” Apple Bloom said.

“Well I’m ready for whatever,” Scootaloo said, Sweetie Belle just managing to throw an additional sheet over the bed before Scootaloo jumped up into it and started slipping out of her clothes. “Come on! Ropes!”

“Alright, hold on,” Spike said, smiling in amusement, picking out more ropes out of the trunk beneath where Rarity was hanging.

“So who’s doing what?” Apple Bloom asked, just as she stepped out of her panties.

She got her answer through action, as Spike willed the ropes to snake around her and Scootaloo, and hang them from the thick frame of Rarity’s canopy bed.

The two young mares giggled as the ropes tied themselves all around them, removing their arms at the shoulders and their legs halfway down their thighs, pressing their muzzles together and forming a mask on them that both deafened and blindfolded them.

Within moments, they were hanging naked above the mattress in full view of whoever lay on it, pressed tight against one another and their lips pressed against the other, stopping them from making any sounds beneath pleased moaning and giggling, and the soft smack of their lips playing with each other.

Spike slipped out of his clothes and lay down next to the now also naked Sweetie Belle. They lay beside each other and watched the other ponies suspended in the room; the completely sensory-deprived Rarity, and the almost equally sensory-deprived Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, kissing and giggling at each other while they tried their best to rub their thighs against one another.

“So I’m first tonight?” Sweetie asked with a sultry tone. “Lucky me.”

“Lucky me,” Spike said, and put his arm around Sweetie Belle, witnessing the other ponies and feeling their passions grow hotter and hotter. “Wanna do something with Rarity?”

“I wonder what she’s thinking,” Sweetie Belle said, as she lit up her horn. “I guess she’s assuming I’m just checking in on her now and then.”

Sweetie Belle’s magic caressed Rarity’s breasts and wiggled her dildo in and out of her a little, making Rarity once again squirm in place.

Sweetie looked at Spike looking longingly at Rarity.

“You want her, don’t you?” she asked.

Spike turned his head to face her, spotting no disappointment or hurt in her expression.

“Yeah, but I want you as well.”

“I told you, she wants you too. I don’t even have the same cutie mark she does and look how kinky I’m being!”

Spike put his hands on Sweetie Belle’s cheek, and pulled her in for a soft kiss.

“Thanks, Sweetie Belle,” he said, after they broke away. “Just a bit more practice, and I’m gonna ask her.”

Sweetie looked down to see Spike’s malehood at full mast, and smiled eagerly. “Well then, let’s get to it.”

She rolled onto Spike, and lowered herself into his length.

They stayed there for a moment, looking at each other warmly. Spike put his hands on Sweetie’s thighs and gently ran them up and down her form.

Sweetie giggled and took one of his hands and brought them to her chest.

“Not as much as Rarity for now, but one day…” she said.

“You’re looking forward to that,” Spike said, with a smarmy smile.

“You’re looking forward to that,” she said, and lowered herself down to kiss him.

Rarity could not see anything, hear anything, and was helpless to make any sort of sound or move in any meaningful way.

She had been fondled and played with lightly since retiring for the evening, but not much, and there had been a few cases of increased activity from the very slight airflow she had felt in the room with her keen sense of touch, almost as if there were several ponies in the room who tried not to make their presence known to her.

The large dildo in her throat sticking out of her mouth and the mask with the blindfold made her incapable of making any facial expression, and her movement resulted in nothing more than a minute jiggle.

On the inside however, she was jumping for joy and making undignified gleeful noises.

She was sure of it now. Her sister, her friends, and the wonderful little Spikey-wikey had finally started embracing carnal pleasures fully.

The joy, comfort, and fulfilment of that would be enough to make Rarity shed a tear of happiness for all involved, if it hadn’t been prevented by the mask. The Crusaders had managed to turn their new status to their great advantage, just like she and the other elements and the princesses had.

Soon, it would be time for them all to partake in this glorious activity together.

For now, she was a forgotten doll, turned on to no end by both the fact that she had been discarded and ignored until she was needed, and by the dildos penetrating deep inside her. She clamped down on them as best she could, and drifted off to a realm of pure bliss.

Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie stood next to Twilight as the alicorn toy squeezed Trixie’s rubber brain into the water filled, transparent balloon that Pinkie had supplied them with, then tied a knot around the opening.

It floated around in the water inside the balloon, which glowed purple as Twilight performed magic on it.

“Alright, that’s it. It should respond to her movements now,” Twilight said, and powered down her horn.

“It’s not moving though,” Pinkie pointed out.

“She doesn’t have any sensations, so she probably doesn’t know she can do anything without feedback from her sense of touch,” Twilight said. “Perhaps if I send some pulses to the right part of her brain…”

Twilight’s horn lit up, and suddenly the balloon jerked as if startled, before squirming around on the table.

“Oooh!” Pinkie Pie said in an enthusiastic voice. “That got her attention.”

“Good,” Twilight said. “Now we know for sure she’s alive in there. Now we just need to make sure the transformation of her brain entailed the same thing as it does for us, so she’s not uncomfortable as she is.”

The balloon kept trying a few more experimental squirm, unknowing what result they had without tactile feedback.

“That actually… looks nice,” Fluttershy said.

“I know, right?” Pinkie Pie said. “Not knowing what’s happening, I love it! Oh, Celestia, do I love bondage.”

“And some peace and quiet,” Fluttershy pointed out.

Fluttershy suddenly felt her skirt being lifted, and the buttplug deep inside her being fondled. “And you’d miss your tushie,” Pinkie Pie said.

Fluttershy let out a high-pitched sound when Pinkie Pie touched her buttplug, before Pinkie Pie let the skirt fall down again.

“Which would make it better when you get it back,” Twilight pointed out.

“Exactly,” Fluttershy said with a smile, as she lifted her skirt again and readjusted her buttplug.

“Alright, first phase of getting Trixie a body successful,” Twilight said, checking off a note on a list next to her. “Next, I should probably look into getting the Crusaders to age like normal.”