On Wednesdays, Carrot Top worked a morning shift at the farmer’s market, whilst Derpy worked afternoons at the bakery, and they normally didn’t see much of each other. But on this particular Wednesday, Carrot Top was about to see a lot of Derpy. As she arrived home, she heard the shower running briefly, before turning off. Not long after, she heard the wet footsteps coming downstairs that indicated Derpy had forgotten to grab a towel before she got into the shower. Sure enough she was greeted by a dripping wet, completely naked Derpy, the water making her skin glisten and glow, her enormous tits bouncing with every step she took.

"Hey Carrot! Did you have a good day at work?"

"I- um, yeah, we sold a lot of... melons" she sputtered out. "You forget your towel again?" she asked.

"Yeah. Believe it or not, I can be a little airheaded sometimes."

"I hadn't noticed" said Carrot Top, willing herself not to stare at Derpy, who was making no effort to cover her naked body. "Aren't you going to get a towel?"

"Oh, that can wait. I came down here because I wanted to show you something I got to catch the muffin thief!"

"You're still on that, huh?" said Carrot Top with a sigh.

“Check these out!” said Derpy showing off a pair of handcuffs and tittering with excitement that made her massive rack wobble. "I’ve been practicing, watch.” Carrot should’ve seen what was coming next, but watching Derpy bounce around in front of her blocked out all other thoughts, until suddenly, she heard a pair of click & zip noises, and felt the cold metal handcuffs, clapped around her wrists behind her back. "You're under arrest, muffin thief!" said Derpy. Carrot didn't feel intimidated in the least, Derpy was so cute when she tried to act tough, and even moreso as she pantomimed roughing her up in a way that pressed her boobs against Carrot's back. She imagined herself cuffed and lying facedown on the bed, letting Derpy do whatever she wanted. Or maybe, she could play the unruly suspect, and Derpy, the deceptively-strong cop forced to wrestle her to the ground. Carrot would struggle, but Derpy would respond twice as aggressiveness, and grapple her twice as tight, until finally, Derpy's entire body had Carrot in a hold, with soft flesh constricting her no matter how she tried to move, and no chance of ever getting out of Derpy's embrace.

"Well?" asked Derpy, breaking Carrot Top's immersion

"Oh, uh, I bet that thief'll be too scared to even come back," said Carrot Top, "I'm gonna take them off now." Fun as the little game was, it would be pretty inconvenient to be handcuffed all day. With her right hand, she fiddled with the left cuff, looking for a catch that would undo them, but there didn't appear to be one. In fact, the metal felt cold and harsh, and more authentic than she had first assumed. A bit of unease set in. "Derpy," she said apprehensively, "please tell me these aren't real handcuffs that you bought at some depraved sex shop."

"Of course not!"

"Oh, thank-"

"They're real handcuffs that I bought at a police auction."

"WHAT??? You know what, I don't want to know, just, where's the key?"

"It's right here in my jean shorts pocket...oh, whoops." she clarified, remembering she wasn't wearing anything.

"Would you mind getting it from wherever your jean shorts are?" asked Carrot Top, trying to remain patient.

"Not a problem! Oh, and I set up a trap in the hallway to catch the muffin thief, whatever you do, don't step on the red X."

"Red X, got it. Now, the key?"

"Right." She scurried away, giving Carrot top a nice view of her bubble butt and alluring hips. The jean shorts in question hugged Derpy in all the right places, and were one of Carrot's favorite things to see Derpy wearing - aside from her birthday suit of course. Suddenly she was snapped out of her fantasy by a loud *CRASH*, and Derpy's shriek, coming from the hallway. She ran in to see what had happened, and instantly had to pinch herself to make sure she was really seeing what she was seeing.

"I painted the X in the wrong spot!" cried Derpy.

"I-I-I see," replied Carrot Top. Her brain was shorted out, the sight before her was simply too hot for her brain to handle without blowing out. Derpy, still naked, was lying face-up, shackled by her arms & legs to a metal table. Her jiggling jugs bounced all around as she tried futilely to struggle her way out. "Derpy, how did you make this in one day? Never mind, why did you make this?"

"My handcuffs and net gun only work if I'm there to catch the muffin thief. This'll catch them if I'm not. But thank goodness the second part didn't go off."

"Second part?"

"Yeah, a bucket of honey was supposed to dump on them, so they'd be marked even if they could escape from this. I didn't have enough money for the exploding dye packets," she explained as if that were the biggest lingering question, "anyway, it's the same key as the handcuffs for these. I think I left my shorts on the side table in my room"

"Ok Derpy, don't worry, I'll go get it." But before she could take more than a few steps, she heard a splash, and didn't need many guesses to figure out that the second part of the trap had just gone off.

"Oh no, Carrot top! This is bad!" exclaimed Derpy. Her upper body was soaked in honey, and her struggles were becoming increasingly desperate.

"It's ok, Derpy, I'll just get the paper towels, and-" In her attempt to reach for the paper towels on the counter, Carrot was reminded that she was still handcuffed.

"Hurry!" begged Derpy

"Ok, this is fine I'll just have to be a little more dexterous." She awkwardly grabbed the paper towel roll with one hand, and attempted to pull off some towels with the other, but it slipped out of her fingers and fell onto the ground, rolling away into the next room. "All right, this isn't working, Derpy. You sit tight, I'll go get that key."

"No! There's no time for that!"

"No time?" asked Carrot. As far as she could tell, there was no emergency that made this a time sensitive issue, but she cared about Derpy, and hated to see her in such a state of distress and discomfort, so she was willing to hear her out. "Why, what's the matter?"

"If it gets in my hair, it'll never come out!" She had a point, at least in Carrot Top's view, her hair was so soft and silky, and a beautiful shade of blonde. It would indeed be a tragedy if anything happened to it.

"What can I do? I can barely pick up anything with these," she rattled her cuffs for emphasis.

"Lick it off of me," said Derpy. Carrot face-faulted. When she got back on her feet, she stuttered out,

"I don't... I couldn't..."

"Please!" begged Derpy, rocking from side to side, her honey-glazed tits jiggling ever so temptingly. Carrot Top was way too horny to question this delectable delight any further. She approached Derpy's side, and looked her over, trying to determine which honey-coated part of her delicious body needed attention the most. The neck looked like a good place to start. She ran her tongue over Derpy's throat, gently, picking up the sweet honey from Derpy's skin. Moving on to the side of her neck, she quickly captured the droplets that ran down, before they could ruin Derpy's gorgeous locks. As she continued to lick, Derpy spoke up,

"Um Carrot? I'm sorry but..." Carrot's heart dropped out. She knew what was about to happen, that this was too good to be true. The neck was an erogenous zone for some people, and she must've made it weird, and now Derpy was going to ask her to stop. "...but you're not licking hard enough to get it all off." Carrot didn't miss a beat, her drive renewed in an instant, now licking harder as requested. "No, still not good enough," objected Derpy.

"I'm going as hard as I can," said Carrot, trying not to sound impatient, "I don't suppose you have any ideas?"

"Hmmm. Oh, I know, get up on the table, you'll get better leverage that way." Carrot wasn't entirely sure if that was true, but she had no complaints about giving it a try. With some grunting and difficulty - it wasn't easy without the use of her hands - she eventually clambered on to the table, and got herself into a position where she was only grazing Derpy's soft skin, rather than full-on humping her. "And try sucking."

"You got it," said Carrot. Putting all her energy into it, she pursed her lips and began sucking up and down Derpy's neck. Try as she might to think of this as just helping a friend get clean it was inevitable for her mind to wander. Derpy chained down and completely naked, herself on top and basically kissing her, it was like a fantasy come to life. She'd start by nibbling Derpy's neck, just like she was doing now, the thrill of preying on a helpless victim mixing with the warm feeling of being trusted by Derpy to let her go after such vulnerability. The honey trail mirrored exactly where she'd go next, to Derpy's soft, rosy cheeks, which she would ravish with sloppy kisses all over Derpy's pure skin, before moving onto - and yes there was some honey there - Derpy's alluring red lips. She couldn't help but feel a giddy pleasure over this - even when she was in denial for her feelings, she had always wondered what it would like to kiss Derpy. Now, through this crazy chain of events, she was finally getting her chance. She pressed her lips against Derpy's, and instantly felt a thrilling, electric pleasure. Months and months of stifled thoughts and fantasies all erupted at once in a fire of passion as she continued frenching her oblivious roommate. Finally, she willed herself to pull away - this was after all, for business, not pleasure. "That should do it for now, I'll go get the key."

"But you didn't get all of it," objected Derpy. She was right; while Carrot had cleaned off everything above the neckline, there was still a big splatter of honey on Derpy's chest. But this was uncharted territory for Carrot. Sure, she had seen them, and felt them, but never put her mouth on them.

"I got all the honey near your hair, I thought that's what you wanted," said Carrot Top.

"It's not enough" insisted Derpy, "you have to get all of it."

"I-I-I... don't know if I can..."

"Come on, Carrot Top, don't make me ask again. Please, suck my boobs!" Derpy's amber eyes, so big and beautiful, and adorably crossed, took on a sad expression, one of betrayal and hurt. It pained Carrot Top so badly to see Derpy like that, and if this was the only way she could help Derpy, then by Celestia, she was going to do it.

Shuffling down the table a little, she lowered her mouth onto Derpy's collarbone, lapping up the few drops there before the main course. Going lower, still in disbelief that this was really happening, she finally felt Derpy's soft breast in her mouth. As she kissed along the outer edge, she delighted at how soft and yielding the expansive titflesh was. She had touched them any times before, but the new sensation of her sensitive lips gliding over them, felt like she was experiencing the magical bliss for the first time again. She trailed her tongue down to the extra-soft underboob, where some remnant water from Derpy's shower mingled with the sweet honey, adding Derpy's fragrance to the taste, and only increasing Carrot Top's hunger for her roommate. She continued like this, sucking and licking every wonderful droplet of honey off of Derpy's amazing velvety pillows, until the only area left was Derpy's pert pink nipple. Taking it in her mouth, she crooned with pleasure as her tongue brushed against it and flicked Derpy's love button, making sure to be thorough and get the job done. With one final move, she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around as much boob as she could. She sucked down hard on it and pulled, before letting it go with a *pop*. Marvelling at the way it jiggled when it snapped back, Carrot Top swooned and collapsed on top of Derpy.

"Carrot, are you ok?" asked Derpy, worriedly. "Oh no! I knew I asked too much, I'm so sorry Carrot! Don't worry, I'll give you CPR!" Being shackled to the table meant there wasn't much she could do except thrust her breasts into Carrot, and clumsily lock lips to attempt mouth-to-mouth. In between heavy, orgasmic breaths, Carrot tried to assure Derpy that she was fine, but, in the kinkiest example of irony in all of literature, Derpy's efforts caused her to pass out for real.

Author's Note

DISCALIMER: I do not know the legality of owning the items mentioned here. Please research your local laws, and only buy through legal methods. Cassandra Sez; play safe!