Leatherbound Shadows

by Citrus Recluse

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Profanity, Twilight Sparkle (EqG), Shadowbolts (EqG), Porn, Fetish, Equestria Girls
Length: 34434

The Shadowbolts want Twilight's help turning over a new leaf. Twilight has some reservations, so she and Sunset devise a test; the Shadowbolts have to take turns being Twilight's pet and letting her do anything she wants to them. Anything.

The Shadowbolts want Twilight's help turning over a new leaf. Twilight has some reservations, so she and Sunset devise a test; the Shadowbolts have to take turns being Twilight's pet and letting her do anything she wants to them.

And she does mean anything.

Tags:
[Asphyxiation] [Lactation] [Pet Play] [BDSM] [Toys]

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Published 2018-07-21 22:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-15 00:28:24 UTC

With Sugar On Top

Sugarcoat entered into the adjoining room, where Twilight and Sunset waited.

“So, what are we supposed to do?” Sugarcoat asked.

Twilight smiled. “Wear this.” She held up a leash and a collar. The collar had a heart-shaped bit of plastic on it reading “PET.”

Sugarcoat struggled to comprehend what she was seeing. “Um. No.”

“Fine. Then I guess you won’t get your friendship lesson.” Twilight twirled the leash.
Sugarcoat scowled. She glanced at Sunset Shimmer, expecting her, rather selfishly, to help her out and make a case against wearing the collar.

“Fine,” Sugarcoat grumbled. “I’ll wear it.”

“That’s a good girl.” Twilight slipped the collar over Sugarcoat’s head and fastened it around her neck.

“Please don’t call me that,” Sugarcoat said. She pinched the bit and inspected it. “Really? Plastic? You were too cheap for a metal tag?”

“Hmm.” Twilight tugged on the collar, pulling Sugarcoat’s head forward.

“You can have a metal tag when you earn it,” Twilight said, tapping Sugarcoat on the nose.
Sugarcoat rolled her eyes and groaned. She looked over her shoulder and happened to see the rest of the Shadowbolts staring at her through the door. She wondered what she had gotten herself into.

“Come on,” Twilight tugged on the leash. “Let’s go outside and play.”

Twilight’s new pet drew quite a bit of attention from onlookers as Twilight walked her pet to the park. Twilight was fine. Sunset was fine. Heck, Sugarcoat’s presence amongst them wasn’t something most people would question. But when they saw the leash, that was when they became prone to uttering “ums” and “uhs”.

“Yes?” Twilight would answer them, twirling the handle of the leash in her hands as if dragging another person around with a leash on them in broad daylight was the most natural thing in the world. Her audacity was usually enough to make them refrain from asking questions.

They arrived at the park. Twilight found a bench for them to rest on.

“Let’s sit here,” Twilight indicated the bench of her choice.

“The rest of the girls and I usually sit over there,” Sugarcoat said, pointing over to the other side of the park.

“Now, Sugarcoat,” Twilight said, looping and pulling the leash through her fingers, “I’m beginning to suspect you’re being defiant just for the sake of being defiant.”

Sugarcoat glared. “No. I just … don’t like being told what to do.”

“Well, if you’re going to be a better friend, you’re going to have to do exactly what I tell you.” Twilight said.

Sunset cleared her throat.

“Oh, and Sunset, too, of course. And I say, we are sitting on this bench.” Twilight sat down. She gestured for Sunset to sit next to her left, patting the bench. After Sunset took her spot, Twilight tugged the leash and motioned for Sugarcoat to sit down.

“Ugh.” Sugarcoat groaned, reluctantly taking a seat. She crossed her arms and sulked.

“I gotta say, I’ve never seen you like this before, Twilight,” Sunset said. “So confident. So commanding. I must admit, it suits you,” Sunset laid her arm across the bench in what was no
doubt a prelude to wrapping her arm around Twilight.

“What can I say?” Twilight said. “I’m getting really into this! You know, we got this idea out of Shining Armor’s book. Maybe it runs in the family?”

“Who knows!” Sunset said.

“In my experience, fetishes don’t really work like that,” Sugarcoat said.

“Oh, really?” Twilight asked. “How do you know what?” She blushed. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Psych class,” Sugarcoat said.

“Uh, Twilight?” Sunset asked.

“Yes, Sunset?”

Sunset pointed at Sugarcoat.

“Eh? Sunset, I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

Sunset glared. She mimed the gesture of yanking on a rope.

“Oh!” Twilight said, looking down at the leash. “Right, right. Uh,” Twilight jerked on the leash.

“I mean, who gave you permission to speak, pet?”

“Ugh!” Sugarcoat groaned, rolling her eyes. “Do I really have to suffer through this the entire day?”

“Yes,” Twilight said, “yes, you do. That’s what you volunteered for, remember?”

“I remember,” Sugarcoat said. She grabbed at the collar. “Can I at least adjust this collar a little? It’s a little tight.”

“Mm, I don’t know,” Twilight said, looking to Sunset, both of them with smiles on their faces.

“What do you think, Sunset? Can she adjust her collar?”

“Maybe,” Sunset said. “If she asks nicely.”

“May I please adjust this collar?” Sugarcoat asked.

“Mm, no,” Sunset said. “Still not nice enough for me.”

“What?” Sugarcoat said. “That was absolutely nice! What is wrong with you?”

“Oh, yes, it was very nice,” Twilight said, “but we are looking for extra nice, Sugarcoat.”

“What is that even supposed to mean!?” Sugarcoat snapped. She looked down at the collar and had an epiphany. “Ooh.”

Beginning to grasp the gist of it, Sugarcoat dropped from the bench and got on her knees. “Pretty please can I adjust the collar, mistress?”

“That’s better,” Twilight said. “You may.”

Sugarcoat sighed in relief. “Finally.” She began adjusting the collar, shifting it on her neck until it stopped being so damn tight. She began moving towards the bench, but stopped. She looked at Twilight with a glare. “Do I have to ask for permission to sit on the bench, too?”

“No,” Twilight answered happily. “That, you can do freely. You can sit wherever you like. As long as it’s in range of the leash.”

Sugarcoat grumbled, climbing back onto the bench.

“What’s that muttering, pet?” Twilight asked. She reached over and cupped Sugarcoat’s chin. “Are you discontent?”

Sugarcoat instinctively slapped Twilight’s hand away. Twilight yanked firmly on the leash as punishment.

“Oh, watch out for this one, Sunset,” Twilight said. “It bites.”

“Should we take her back to the pound?” Sunset joked. She and Twilight laughed.

“Agh!” Sugarcoat shouted, unable to contain her frustration. “Twilight, Sunset, I don’t see how this, in any way, is going to improve my ability to be a better friend or a better person! I mean, parading me around like a pet like this? What am I supposed to take from this? What’s the friendship lesson here!?”

“I see,” Twilight said. “Well, it’s quite simple, Sugarcoat.”

“It is?”

“Oh yeah,” Sunset chimed in. “Very simple lesson.”

“Obviously not that simple, or I would have gotten it by now,” Sugarcoat said.

“Fine. I’ll explain. The lesson, Sugarcoat, is that sometimes, to be a good friend, you have to be uncomfortable and do things that you don’t want to do to help your friend out.”

Sugarcoat glared at Twilight, then perked up, her eyes widening as a light of realization blanketed them. “Ooh!”

“Does it all make sense now?” Sunset asked.

“Yes,” Sugarcoat said. “Very much.” She grabbed at the collar. “Can I take this off now?”

“No,” Twilight said. “You have to go through with that one for the entire day, remember?”

“Yes,” Sugarcoat said, strained. “I was hoping you’d forgot.”

“Nice try,” Sunset said. “Oh, hey, I think I see Rarity.”

Rarity came up to them, wearing a blue sundress and yellow sun hat.

“Hello, darlings! Sunset, Twilight, lovely to see you as always.” Rarity paused, seeing Sugarcoat sitting next to Twilight with a leash around her neck.

“Twilight?” Rarity leaned in to whisper, “who is this?” She gestured to Sugarcoat, “and why is she ...”

“I can hear you,” Sugarcoat said. “There’s no point in you whispering, and frankly, I’m offended that you would do so. Just because they’re treating me like trash doesn’t mean you have to, you know.”

“Trash?” Rarity said. “Darling, what is she talking about?”

Twilight chuckled. “Ignore her, Rarity. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.” Twilight rubbed her thumb over the leash, threatening to tug on it again but unwilling to do so when Rarity was watching her. “This is Sugarcoat. You remember her. One of the Shadowbolts? She competed with us at the Friendship Games?”

“Oh yes, that I remember,” Rarity said. “Was she one of the ones who encouraged you to turn into that awful demonic form you had?”

Sugarcoat’s eyes widened. She brought her palm over her face in embarrassment at the memory.

“Why, yes,” Twilight answered, amused by Sugarcoat’s embarrassment. “Yes, she was. But that’s all behind us now. Water under the bridge, right, Sugarcoat?” Twilight tapped Sugarcoat on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Sugarcoat said, though it was a bit forced. “Water under the bridge.”

“I’m curious about one thing, darlings,” Rarity said, “why is she wearing a collar, and why are you holding her on a leash?”

“Technically that’s two things,” Sugarcoat said.

“It’s a compound,” Rarity said.

“That’s actually quite easy to explain,” Twilight said. “Simply put, Sugarcoat and the other Shadowbolts told me and Sunset that they wanted to be better people.”

“Huh! Really? You mean it?”

“See?” Twilight turned to Sugarcoat with a smug grin. “Rarity doesn’t believe you, either. So you can probably understand by now why we’re putting you through this.” She turned back to Rarity. “Anyway, Sunset and I didn’t believe them, so we decided to put them all through a series of tests over the next week. This is the first day, and it’s Sugarcoat’s test.”

“And her test is to … wear a dog collar?” Rarity asked, confused.
“Technically, my test is to be a ‘pet’ for the day,” Sugarcoat said. “Which I could potentially do without having to wear a dog collar.” Sugarcoat glared at Twilight. “Just saying.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Yes. Her test is to be a pet.”

“I don’t really see how that helps her become a better person,” Rarity said.

“Ha!” Sugarcoat said. “Checkmate.”

“It’s to teach her humility, Rarity,” Twilight said, “something she and a lot of other Crystal Prep students lack. And after a day of walking around like this, she might have a better idea of what being a good person is like.” Twilight clenched her fists against her knees. “She might have a better understanding of what she and the others put me through.”

“Oh, my gosh,” Sugarcoat said. “What else do you want me to say, Twilight Sparkle? ‘I’m sorry’? Well, here you go. I’m sorry. We’re all sorry. We were mean to you, we made you do something you didn’t want to do, and we didn’t realize what we’re doing was wrong until it was too late. There. Are you happy now!?”

Twilight, Sunset and Rarity were all stunned into silence.

“Yes,” Twilight answered, “yes, I am.” Twilight was awkward for a moment. She reached over and placed a hand on Sugarcoat’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Good,” Sugarcoat said, crossing her arms. “I’m glad you’re happy. Can I take this off now?”

Twilight looked to Sunset, who gave a thumbs-down. Twilight tugged on the leash. “No.”

Sugarcoat gagged, the collar being pulled a little too tight and choking her.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!” Twilight said. She put her fingers under the collar and put some space between it and Sugarcoat’s neck to give Sugarcoat room to catch her breath. “I didn’t mean to hurt you! It was an accident!”
“Oh my,” Rarity blushed, stepping back and putting her handbag over her face. “I didn’t realize this was that kind of test. If you’ll excuse me, Twilight, I – I have to go.” Rarity turned and fled the scene.

“What was that all about?” Twilight asked. She and Sunset exchanged looks.

“Sunset, you don’t think ...”

“Nah, couldn’t be,” Sunset said. “A posh girl like Rarity? There’s no way she would be into bondage.”

“You idiots. Of course she’s into bondage,” Sugarcoat said. “I mean, look at the blush she had on her face. That is the face of a woman who just ran into her fetish when she wasn’t expecting it. Plus, did you see the way she ran off? She was clearly embarrassed.”

Twilight adjusted her glasses. “Okay, Sugarcoat, here’s your first actual normal lesson for being a better person and friend. Good people don’t just call people idiots like that.”

“Noted.” Sugarcoat said. She inhaled sharply. “I will try to be better about that in the future.”

“Hey, I know,” Sunset hopped to her feet, clapping. “I just had an idea. The air here is getting a bit stale for me, so … why don’t we go to the dog park?”

“The dog park?” Sugarcoat asked. “Why would we go to -” Sugarcoat’s eyes bugged out. “No. No, no, no. I’m not going to the dog park. You are not going to make me go to the dog park.”

“Why not?” Sunset asked. “It’s where most people bring their pets, and you’re our pet.”

“I am not-” Sugarcoat looked down at her collar. “Twilight, you’re an idiot.”

Twilight frowned. “Sugarcoat, are you learning anything? Fine.” Twilight jerked on the leash. “I guess reinforcement is the key to learning and remembering a lesson.”
“Hmm.” Sunset inspected Sugarcoat’s face. She was getting suspicious. A suspicion which Sugarcoat confirmed when she grabbed the collar and seemed to pull it tighter. “Twilight, stop pulling for a second.”

“Okay,” Twilight said, easing up her grip. Sugarcoat panted and breathed heavily. Her cheeks were red and a bit of sweat was going down her forehead.

“Uh-huh,” Sunset said. “Twilight, why don’t you tie her to the bench and come with me? I want to talk to you about something. In private.”

“Alright. Just let me ...” Twilight fiddled, looping the leash around the arm of the bench. She walked away from the bench with Sunset.

“What do you want to talk about, Sunset?” Twilight asked once they were a good distance away.

“Sugarcoat,” Sunset said. “Now, call me crazy … but, I think she likes being choked.”

“What?”

“Think about it, Twilight,” Sunset said. “I think she knows she shouldn’t call people idiots. I think she did it just now on purpose to get you to choke her. And you saw how sure she was that Rarity was into bondage. Do you think maybe … just maybe … she recognized that in Rarity because she recognized it as being like herself?”

“I see your point,” Twilight said, “but let’s assume you’re right. What should we do about it?”
“Well ...” Sunset leaned over and glanced past Twilight’s shoulder. She pointed at the bench.

“For starters, we could keep Sugarcoat from trying to get out of the collar.”

“What?” Twilight whipped around and saw Sugarcoat trying to pull the collar off her head.
"Sugarcoat, wait!" Twilight and Sunset ran up to her. "Stop! That wasn't part of the deal."

"If this is what I have to put up with, then as far as I'm concerned, the deal is off!" Sugarcoat tugged and struggled, trying to slip free of the collar.

Twilight wrapped an arm around herself self-consciously. Her eyes grew a little wet. "Have I really been that bad to you?" She looked at Sugarcoat with pleading eyes.

Sugarcoat pursed her lips, feeling a sliver of guilt. She ignored it and continued her effort to get free.

"Sugarcoat, look what you did!" Sunset said, placing an arm around Twilight. "You made Twilight cry!"

"She's not crying," Sugarcoat said. "She's just close to it. Not the same thing. Oh, and by the way, nice try, Sunset, but you're not gonna guilt-trip me. Maybe once this whole thing is over and we've got our Friendship Lessons, we can give you some emotional manipulation lessons, Sunset. Cinch could teach you a lot."

Sunset chuckled awkwardly. "Haa! I don't think I need those. I try not to do that as much anymore."

"And I don't want Cinch within thirty feet of me," Twilight added.

"Uh-huh." Sugarcoat placed a foot on the bench and tried to jerk free. She pulled too hard, tugging on the collar, and she made a noise that was a cross between a gasp for air and a moan for pleasure.

Sunset nudged Twilight in the elbow. "Twilight, did you catch that?"

"Yeah, I did," Twilight said. She cupped her chin.

"I have an idea," Sunset whispered, "maybe two, depending on how you count them." Sunset cleared her throat. "You know what, Sugarcoat? Let's not go to the dog park."

Sugarcoat lit up at this suggestion. "Yes! Let's not do that."

"If we agree not to do that, will you stop trying to escape?" Sunset asked.

Sugarcoat was about to answer when she realized she'd been caught in a trap. "Clever, doing that little bait-and-switch. I see what you did there, Sunset Shimmer. I guess you're better at this manipulation thing than I first thought."

Sunset laughed nervously. "I may have some experience, yes."

"What do you say, Sugarcoat?" Twilight asked. "How about we untie you from that bench and just go back to my place?"

"That sounds swell," Sugarcoat said. She let go of the leash.

Twilight went up to the bench and untied the knot. Sugarcoat walked around in front of her, and gasped when she felt a foot strike her in the middle of her back and knock her to her knees.

"But," Twilight said, she and Sunset standing over Sugarcoat. To Sugarcoat, they looked like giants. "As a punishment for your little escape attempt, we're going to make you walk on all fours like a dog ..." Twilight glanced up back at the city. "At least, as long we're still in the park. Probably wouldn't be safe to make you walk like this once we're back in the city and have to go through a crosswalk."

"Ugh," Sugarcoat groaned. However, she complied, walking on all fours. Twilight 'walked' her up until they reached the city limits, whereupon she was permitted to stand on two legs again. To Sugarcoat's relief, they didn't come across anybody she knew in the park.

"How humiliating," Sugarcoat dusted off her skirt. "I shudder to think what might have happened if we had seen someone that I know."

"I'm sure we can make that happen, if we really want," Sunset remarked when she pushed the button for pedestrians at the stoplight.

Sugarcoat inhaled sharply. "Please no. Don't. Don't, under any circumstances, do that."

"Why not?" Twilight asked. She leaned over and cupped Sugarcoat's chin. "Because it would be embarrassing?"

"Yes!"

"Then behave and be a good pet," Twilight said, slapping Sugarcoat on the cheek. "Or else we'll make that your next punishment."

Sugarcoat grumbled.

The safety light came on, informing the girls it was safe to cross, and Sugarcoat continued to mutter under her breath as they walked by. Sugarcoat turned her head, noticing the stares of the stopped drivers as Twilight paraded her across the street like a prize poodle.

"Eyes up ahead, please," Twilight said, placing a hand on Sugarcoat's head and moving back into place. Sugarcoat groaned. "And less complaining."

Twilight, Sunset, and Sugarcoat arrived at Twilight's house.

"No place like home, sweet home," Twilight remarked once they were all inside.

"Yeah, sure, great. Are we done now?" Sugarcoat grabbed at the collar. "Can I go now? Are we finished with this?"

"Sugarcoat," Twilight said scoldingly, "you should know better. We said it was for the entire day, didn't we?"

"You did say that. And your point is?"

"Is the day over yet?" Twilight asked, gesturing to a window where sunlight was pouring through the window.

"No," Sugarcoat answered frustratedly.

"Then we're not done!" Twilight said, raising her hands.

"Point of order," Sugarcoat said. "Does day mean only for the entirety of the period when the sun is visible, or is for a full twenty-four hour period?"

"What do you think, Sunset?" Twilight asked.

"Let's be a little easy on her - and the rest of them," Sunset said. "Make it while the sun is still out. Besides, I'm not sure how we could make sure they did the test for twenty-four hours - we have to sleep sometime. And I bet a few of them are going to be even nastier than Sugarcoat has been, so pushing our luck with them across a whole twenty-four hours is ..." Sunset let her silence speak for her.

"Okay," Twilight said.

"Can you ever make any decisions without consulting Sunset?" Sugarcoat asked.

"I can!" Twilight insisted. "I just prefer doing it with her, because she's my friend, something you might understand after your lesson, if I still feel like giving you your lesson at the end of today after all the sass you've been giving me!"

Sugarcoat rolled her eyes.

"You know what? I think you deserve a time-out." Twilight looped the end of the leash around the coat rack by the door and tied it tight. "You stay there while Sunset and I figure out what to do with you."

Sunset and Twilight went into the kitchen, leaving Sugarcoat alone by the coat rack.

"Let's see what she does," Sunset suggested.

Twilight and Sunset peered by the edge of the kitchen door, watching Sugarcoat to see what she would do.

Sugarcoat stood there looking annoyed.

"Alright," Sunset said. "She seems to be behaving so far ..."

Sugarcoat tapped her foot impatiently. She checked her watch. She glanced at the window. Soon, it all proved too much for her, and she began attempting to escape again.

"And there she goes," Twilight muttered dryly, rolling her eyes and pushing her glasses up on her face.

Sugarcoat grabbed the leash and yanked on it, trying to yank it off the rock even if meant possibly damaging the leash and tearing it apart.

"Isn’t Crystal Prep, like, super snobby with high standards?" Sunset asked.

"Yeah?" Twilight said.

"You'd think she'd be a bit smarter and just try to untie it," Sunset muttered.

"You would think."

Sugarcoat continued yanking on the leash. The coat rack gave way before the leash did, tipping over and falling, taking Sugarcoat with it and pulling her to the ground. Sugarcoat let out an ack! and gripped at the collar, blushing and moaning as the collar became far too tight. After a minute, she panted with a delirious expression on her face.

"There," Sunset said. "There is it again. You see it, right, Twilight?"

"I see it," Twilight said, "but I'm not sure what it is I'm seeing."

"Sugarcoat is into being choked, Twilight," Sunset said.

"Really?" Twilight said. "People are into that?"

"Yes," Sunset said. "It's actually a very common fetish. It's called erotic asphyxiation. Wait, that wasn't in your brother's bondage book? That seems like it should have been on like, the first page."

"Maybe," Twilight said. "But now that we know this information, what do you expect me to do with it, Sunset? I mean, it's not like I can just go up and choking her on purpose! That feels wrong."

"No," Sunset said. "No, Twilight, you're not going to choke her ... on purpose."

"What are you saying?"

"I have a plan." A plan which Sunset whispered into Twilight's ear.

Twilight stepped back into the living room. She cleared her throat and put her hands behind her back, making an effort to look like a dignified lady.

Sugarcoat grimaced when Twilight came back in. She put her fingers under the collar to give herself some space and to stop herself from being choked ... and turned on. She hoped Twilight hadn't noticed.

"Sugarcoat, I am here to inform you there's been a change of plans," Twilight said.

"Is that so?" Sugarcoat asked. "I guess it's too much to hope for that this change of plans involves taking this collar off me?"

"You guess right," Twilight said. She went over and put the coat rack up, pulling Sugarcoat with it like a trout on a fishing line, Twilight paying no attention to how adjusting the coat rack with the leash tied sent Sugarcoat flying all over the room. She didn't pay mind to Sugarcoat until the rack was upright, at which point she untied the leash.

Sunset entered the room, and Twilight dropped the leash into Sunset's hand.

"Sunset will be taking you to my bedroom while I go and ... get ready," Twilight said.

"Get ready?" Sugarcoat asked with a hint of fear in her voice. "Get ready for what?"

"You'll see," Twilight said, which just made Sugarcoat more afraid of what she had in store.

"Come on, pet," Sunset said, wrapping the leash around her palm. She walked Sugarcoat through the house and up the stairs, taking her into Twilight's room.

Once inside, Sunset tied Sugarcoat's leash to Twilight's bed post.

"Don't try getting out of this knot," Sunset said. "Twilight's knots are pretty good, but mine are better. See you soon!"

Sunset waved at Sugarcoat and left the room, shutting the door behind her with a click.

Sugarcoat scoffed. "Yeah, sure, right." Sugarcoat pulled on the leash. Sunset wasn't exaggerating. Right away, she noticed a difference in the way the leash pulled on her neck compared to when it had been Twilight making the knots. If she wasn't so desperate to keep her fetish a secret, she might just stay there and use the leash like this.

Good job, Sunset Shimmer, Sugarcoat thought, but you're not going to get me to reveal myself that easily.

Sugarcoat pulled on the leash again. It felt so wonderfully tight, she was sorely tempted to play with it. But she resisted the temptation.

Taking a moment to stop, take a breath, and calm down, Sugarcoat reevaluated her situation. Focusing with a razor-sharp concentration only a Crystal Prep student could have, she popped the collar off over her head and made for the door.

She wiggled the knob, but it just clicked away uselessly.

"How did they lock it from the outside!?" Sugarcoat exclaimed. She heard feet shuffling from the door. She decided it would be best to go back to the bed and put the collar over her head so her tormentors didn't know she had tried to escape.

The door clicked and swung open. Sunset stood by the door with a satisfied smirk and bowed. Twilight appeared, barefoot and dressed in a see-through purple negligee.

"You look fantastic, Twilight," Sunset said.

"Really?" Twilight said, blushing.

"No," Sugarcoat said. "Purple really isn't your color."

Sunset glared at her. "And this, students, is Sugarcoat generously offering us an example of what is known as 'being wrong.'"

"It's not!" Sugarcoat insisted. "A light blue would be a much better color with her complexion!"

"And this, class, is an example of being stubbornly wrong," Sunset said.

"No worries, Sunset," Twilight said, her expression suggesting she couldn't wait to punish Sugarcoat. "I'll take it from here. Leave her to me."

"Of course," Sunset closed the door.

"So, what's the plan?" Sugarcoat asked.

"It's simple," Twilight said, producing a book and a CD player. "I'm going to listen to some music and read a book. You ... are going to escape and get out of the collar."

"What?" Sugarcoat asked. "Really?"

"Well, you're going to try," Twilight said. "I'm going to be holding the leash the entire time in one hand while I read with the other."

Sugarcoat was about to say something. Twilight pressed a finger to her lips.

"No more questions," Twilight said. "I'm sure it will all become clear soon. Let's get started."

Twilight set the CD player down on her nightstand and pressed play. She laid on her stomach on the bed, opening the book to a random page. She untied the leash and held it in her hand.

Sugarcoat felt the leash around her neck. It was much looser fitting now Twilight had untied it.

Sugarcoat looked over her shoulder at Twilight. She seemed entranced by her book, holding the leash idly in her other hand. It seemed like it should be an easy matter to move fast enough without her noticing that the leash simply slipped out of her hand.

Sugarcoat dashed for the door, but the collar pulled taut around her neck, sending her crashing onto her ass.

Sugarcoat breathed heavily. She felt the tight collar around her neck. Twilight's grip on it was deceptively strong.

Sugarcoat felt a flush of arousal shoot through her snatch, and she cursed herself for being so weak. She wasn't going to let Twilight see her like this. She wasn't going to let Twilight see her on her knees and panting like - well, like a dog.

Sugarcoat gripped the bed post and clambered to her feet. She tried to make another dash, but the collar pulled tight again and threw her onto her face.

"Had enough?" Twilight asked.

"Hardly," Sugarcoat said. She pushed herself up and stepped back to give herself a running start. She sprinted, and she could feel the leash move on Twilight's hand. But Twilight felt it too, and took steps to correct, tightening her grip and pulling on the leash.

Sugarcoat's feet went out from under her, and she fell on her bum again, the collar tighter than ever now on her neck. To make matters worse for, Twilight's 'music' had started up, and it wasn't music at all; it was a recording track of a woman moaning and Sugarcoat couldn't tell for sure, but she also sounded like she was being choked.

Oh no, Sugarcoat thought. She totally knows.

Sugarcoat gagged when Twilight gave a yank on the leash.

"Pets should not try to escape from their mistresses," Twilight growled.

"You're not my mistress!" Sugarcoat snapped, a tear rolling from her eye, but it was more from the choking rather than emotions.

Sunset burst into the room. "Twilight, wait! I just realized we didn't establish safe words!"

Twilight and Sugarcoat glared at Sunset oddly.

"Safe ... word?"

"You know!" Sunset said. "A safe word for if it starts to actually hurt and you want to stop!"

Twilight and Sugarcoat continued staring oddly.

"You ... you don't know what a safe word is? Goodness, the state of sex in this world is really poor compared to Equestria, isn't it? Oh, whatever. Just ... shout "Sunset, help me" if something goes ... horribly wrong." Sunset closed the door.

"Well, that was weird," Sugacoat said.

Twilight snapped right back into the swing of things, pulling and tugging on Sugarcoat's leash and choking her, making her gag and gasp for air.

"Say I'm your mistress!" Twilight shouted.

"N-never!" Sugarcoat choked.

Twilight gave the leash a yank and smacked Sugarcoat's head against the side of the mattress. "Say it!"

"No!" Oh, goodness, this collar is so tight! Sugarcoat was losing air. She was getting wet. She was beginning to love every second of this, but she still didn't want Twilight to know. She was reminded of why she was into being choked. It was the excitement, the thrill, the rush from being put into a dangerous position while being sexually pleasured, which made the pleasure that much greater, made sweeter by the fact one would still be able to get out of in time if it proved too much and someone got actually hurt instead of play hurt, provided one had a proper partner.

Sugarcoat did not think Twilight would be a proper partner, but that said more about her dim view of everyone who wasn't herself or a Shadowbolt than it did about Twilight's fitness as a bondage partner.

"Say ... I'm ... your mistress!" Twilight growled, coiling the leash around both her wrists like cuffs and using that to pull tighter.

"N-no!" Sugarcoat whimpered, moaning and breathing sharply, her chest rising rapidly. She was so wet. Her vagina was winking so much. The moaning on the recording filled the room. Her face was turning blue.

"Say it!" Twilight gave the leash another mighty pull, possibly leaving an impression on Sugarcoat's neck by now.

"N ..." Sugarcoat gasped. She was close now, too close to stop. She was going to cum. She could feel it. She choked and gasped for air one more time. "Yes! YES! ... You're my mistress! You're ... my mistress! I'm sorry I didn't realize it ... sooner, but ... y-you are m-my ... OH!"

Sugarcoat moaned, tilting her head back. Her body shook as she climaxed. Her vagina winked rapidly, cum pouring out and escaping from under her skirt, leaving a puddle on Twilight's flooring. After she finished cumming, she lay limp against the side of Twilight's bed.

" ... fantastic ... mistress," Sugarcoat muttered. Her neck rolled like a ragdoll, and she closed her eyes.

Twilight reached down and put a hand on Sugarcoat's neck to check her pulse. She was still breathing. Her recovery assured, Twilight went to celebrating herself.

"Ooh! That was fun!" Twilight squealed, holding the leash tightly in her hands. She looked at the sleeping Sugarcoat resting on her bed and twirled the leash idly around her fingers, a grin spreading across her face like an infection.

"I wonder what kind of crazy fun I can come up with for the others."

Author's Note

You see, it is a pun, because "with sugar on top" sounds like something you would do for a food order, while also playing off the sexual definition of "top," but there is an added element of humor in subversion, as Sugarcoat is in fact closer to a bottom in this chapter.

I'm very smurt.

Sweet and Sour Milk

Twilight reached down and brushed the back of her palm across Sugarcoat’s cheek.

“She’s so cute when she’s asleep,” Twilight said. She unclasped the collar around Sugarcoat’s neck and took it off.

Twilight jumped off her bed and stretched her arms, doing a bit of a side crunch for each. She walked out the door, leash in hand.

“So, who do we want to do next?” Twilight asked.

“Up to you. It’s your call.” Sunset said. She glanced at the window. “Though it is still daylight, so we’re going to have to wait until tomorrow before we call in it,”

“Oh, damn, that’s right,” Twilight said, looking at the window and casting a spiteful glare at the sun, resenting it for keeping her from playing with her next playmate.

“Well, given that’s the case, I’m going to need something to do to kill the time until tomorrow,” Any ideas in mind?” Twilight said.

“We could go out for ice cream,” Sunset suggested, wagging an eyebrow.

Twilight pursed her lips. “I was hoping for something a little more ...” she glanced at the bedroom, where the sleeping Sugarcoat still laid by her bed. “Spicy.”

“Come on, Twilight,” Sunset wrapped an arm around Twilight’s shoulder and pulled her close. “You can’t be all sexy, all the time, or you’ll ended up spoiling all the fun out of it!”

“Really?” Twilight asked.

“Yes, really!” Sunset answered. “Imagine there was an expensive cafe we like to go, with great coffee and fantastic whipped cream. But it was so expensive, we could only go there once a month, so we have to make the most of it every time we go. Sex is kind of like that.”

“Okay,” Twilight said. She looked at Sunset with a warm smile. “I’m sure you know best, Sunset Shimmer.”

“Yeah,” Sunset nodded, smiling awkwardly. “I know best.”

“Oh!” Twilight perked up. “I know! Let’s do Sour Sweet next.” Twilight tapped her fingers wickedly. “She was so mean to me on the bus. I’m gonna pay her back so hard.” She looked down at her cleavage exposed by the nightie. Somehow, her cup discrepancy no longer bothered her.

Sunset chuckled airily. “Maybe ease back on the revenge angle a little bit. After all, we’re doing this to help them and test their dedication, not to hurt them.”

“Can’t we hurt them a little bit?” Twilight asked.

“Yes,” Sunset said, “so long as we follow proper bondage protocol and establish safe words before doing anything with the capacity to do serious harm and properly do aftercare.”

“What’s aftercare?” Twilight asked.

“I’ll tell you more over ice cream, but basically, it works like this…” Sunset began, walking Twilight down the stairs.

“Wait,” Twilight said. “We should wait until Sugarcoat wakes up. I don’t trust her not to do something if we leave her alone in my house.”

“But she just went through our whole day – well, half a day – of embarrassment and pulling her by a collar.”

“That’s why I don’t trust not to do something nasty,” Twilight said.

“We should get her some ice cream too,” Sunset said. “She’s been through a lot today.”

“Yeah,” Twilight said. “Whatever you say, Sunset.” She gave Sunset another smile, and Sunset rolled her eyes.

Twilight and Sunset arranged to meet with the Shadowbolts over by the mall the next day. Sugarcoat returned to the group in better spirits than when she had left them.

Indigo Zap exchanged looks with Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare.

“Sugarcoat, are you okay?” Indigo asked. “You seem a bit … happier than when we saw you last yesterday.”

“Okay?” Sugarcoat asked, bouncing idly on her heels. “Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“I mean, you’ve been smiling all day,” Indigo said. “That’s not normal.”

“That’s one thing I’ve learned from Twilight and Sunset,” Sugarcoat said haughtily. “You shouldn’t be afraid to smile. Being happy isn’t something to be ashamed of.”

“Uh-huh,” Indigo narrowed her eyes.

“I’m serious, Indigo,” Sugarcoat said. “And if you don’t believe me, you’re going to have a very difficult time getting anything valuable out of the day you’ll have to spend wearing a dog collar.”

“Yeah,” Sunny Flare said, “You’re not mad about that?”

“Not anymore!” Sugarcoat said. “Not after what Twilight did to me ...” Sugarcoat giggled and blushed. She realized she was saying too much and quickly reined herself in before the rest of the Shadowbolts asked her questions she didn’t want to answer.

The Shadowbolts all gave her odd looks, though they seemed more concerned about the fact that Sugarcoat wasn’t angry with Twilight for the embarrassment she put Sugarcoat through than anything.

“Hey, girls!” Sunset waved at the Shadowbolts as she and Twilight approached.

“So, who’s going to swallow their pride and volunteer first?” Indigo asked, sweeping her eyes over the group. “Because it’s not gonna be me.”

“Not yet, but you’re going to have to take a turn anyway to fulfill the terms of the agreement, either that, or not do it and back out of the deal and miss out on your Friendship Lessons,” Sugarcoat said. “So technically it doesn’t matter who goes first as long as everyone goes eventually.”

“Maybe I don’t want my friendship lesson anymore,” Indigo said.

“Ladies, ladies, please, calm down,” Sunset said, “If Indigo Zap doesn’t want to do it, we can deal with that later. For right now, Twilight and I have already decided that the next lucky lady to get to spend the day with us is … pause for effect … Sour Sweet!”

“Did you just say, ‘pause for effect’?” Indigo asked.

“Don’t question my flair for the dramatic, Indigo,” Sunset said.

“Oh, me?” Sour Sweet said. “I’m flattered you would make me your first second pick! You’re up to something, aren’t you?” She glared suspiciously at the two of them.

“No, we’re not up to something,” Twilight said. “At least, nothing outside of the collar.” She held the collar up for Sour Sweet to see.

“That’s another thing you’re going to have to learn if you want to be good friends,” Sunset said. “Not everyone is out to get you or has an ulterior motive for picking you or trying to help you.”

“But everyone does have an ulterior motive,” Lemon Zest said as if this was the most matter of fact statement in the world.

“Ooh, boy,” Sunset facepalmed and turned to Twilight. “Looks we got a lot of work to do, Twilight. A lot.”

"Just put the collar on, Sour Sweet," Twilight said.

Sour Sweet eyed the collar suspiciously. "No way. I'm wise to your tricks, Twilight Sparkle. I'm gonna put that collar on, and then you're gonna inject me with something! Maybe some kind of drug. Maybe poison!"

"Okay," Sunny Flare said, "maybe dial back on the paranoia there, Sour Sweet, just a smidge."

"Sour Sweet, I promise that this collar is not going to spike you with drugs, or poison, or any kind of chemical substance," Twilight said. "Now will you please just put it on?"

Sour Sweet grabbed the collar. She held it up and inspected with a discerning and scornful look on her face.

"I am watching you," Sour Sweet said, pointing at her eyes and pointing at Twilight. She slipped the collar over her neck.

"Yes, yes," Twilight said drearily as she, Sunset and Sour Sweet walked away from the Shadowbolts, "you're very smart."

"Wait, I have another idea," Sour Sweet said, "this collar is gonna let you drain my magic and let you turn into that demon form of yours again, isn't it!?"

"You don't ... have any magic," Twilight said.

Sunset chuckled nervously. "Yeah, Sour Sweet! Don't be ridiculous! I mean, what are the odds that Twilight would turn into Midnight Sparkle again? It's ... it's ludicrous," she wiped a laughter-induced tear from her face.

"Tell you what, Sour Sweet, I'll make you a deal," Twilight said, "If you won't turn into a demon, I won't turn into a demon. Deal?" She offered her hand to Sour Sweet.

Sour Sweet looked at Twilight's hand before taking it and shaking it, with one hand behind her back. "Deal."

"Uncross your fingers," Twilight said dryly.

Sour Sweet pursed her lips.

"Take your hand out from behind your back," Twilight instructed. Sour Sweet sighed, but complained. "Now, let's try this again. No finger crossing or double crossing this time, okay?"

"Fine," Sour Sweet muttered. She shook hands with Twilight again, this time keeping her other hand in clear view and her fingers spread apart where they could see them.

"That's another thing you'll need to learn," Twilight said, "to stop being so distrustful of people and planning on betraying them."

"I'm only planning on betraying them because I know they're planning on betraying me first!" Sour Sweet hissed. "At least, I think so," she added unsurely.

Twilight looked at Sunset Shimmer for approval.

"Do it," Sunset answered.

"Do what?" Sour Sweet asked.

Twilight jerked hard on the leash, making it constrict around Sour Sweet's neck, making her choke and gag and gasp for air.

"I knew it!" Sour Sweet shouted hoarsely, reaching one hand around the collar and one hand up in the air to either flag attention for help from a bystander or grab at Twilight's face. Neither Twilight or Sunset were sure. "I knew you two were out to get me from day one! From the moment you laid your eyes on me!"

"Should we stop?" Twilight asked.

"Eh, probably," Sunset said. "We wouldn't want people coming by and getting the wrong idea. Plus, she really doesn't seem like she likes it the way Sugarcoat did."

Twilight eased up her grip. Sour Sweet slowly recovered her breath. She turned around and glared at Twilight, placing a hands-on-hips posture.

"You just tried to kill me!" Sour Sweet shouted.

"Ah, not kill you, choke you," Twilight said. "There is a very fine difference."

"Whatever. I'm glad and very appreciative that you stopped before you hurt me." Sour Sweet said. She grabbed the leash and tugged on it, pulling Twilight towards her. She grabbed Twilight by the shirt and lifted her up. "Just don't do it again, or so help me I will unleash a thousand plagues upon your house!"

"Ahem," Sunset cleared her throat and glared at Sour Sweet.

"What?" Sour Sweet asked. She looked at Twilight. "Sorry about invading your personal space. Now get away from me!" She pushed Twilight away, nearly taking herself down to the floor as the leash traveled with Twilight and nearly brought her down with it.

"I admit, Twilight pulled the collar on you a little too tight," Sunset said, "we shouldn't have done that, and we're sorry. But that doesn't let you off the hook. Our lapses in judgment does not excuse you for your bad behavior. Friends do not grab each other by the shirt like that. They especially don't do that when they're making a request, otherwise it becomes a threat."

"Oh, does it?" Sour Sweet asked sweetly. She chuckled darkly. "What if I was making a threat?"

In a hypocritical (but entirely justifiable) display, Sunset grabbed Sour Sweet by the shirt and raised a fist. "Then I would have to beat the everloving snot out of you for threatening to hurt my friend." She pushed Sour Sweet away, and Sour Sweet seemed shaken.

"I'll be good," Sour Sweet squeaked out meekly. She narrowed her eyes and looked away. "For a little awhile, at least."

"That's all we need," Sunset said. "Just a little awhile."

"Oh, hey, girls!" Fluttershy greeted them, walking up to them next to Rarity, both of them carrying shopping bags.

"Hey, Fluttershy," Sunset smiled casually and waved at them. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I was just helping Rarity pick out some new materials," Fluttershy hefted the bags to show up. "What are you ..." she trailed off at the sight of Sour Sweet standing next to Twilight with a collar on her neck and her arms crossed.

"What?" Twilight asked.

Fluttershy shook her head as she tried to process this. "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting to see ... this." She gestured to Sour Sweet. "Rarity told me about seeing you in the park with Sugarcoat yesterday, but I thought she was exaggerating!"

"See?" Rarity asked. "What did I tell you, darling? Don't question me when I tell you I see someone wearing a collar. I know about these types of things." She huffed haughtily as a show-off, then blushed when she realized she'd said too much.

"What are you doing with her?" Fluttershy asked, baffled.

"It's simple," Twilight replied. "Sour Sweet and the other Shadowbolts ..." She glanced at Sour Sweet, making a second evaluation of her statement. "Well, the other Shadowbolts all said they want to improve themselves and become better friends. This ... is just a test to make sure they're being honest with their commitment."

"How do you know they're not being dishonest, and are just going through with the test to make sure you buy it?" Fluttershy asked.

"Ooh, Fluttershy! That's a good question, and not one I would have expected you to ask," Rarity said. "Kudos, darling."

"Ooh, after what we put Sugarcoat through?" Twilight asked with a devious smirk. "Trust me. They're honest."

"Okay. If you say so," Fluttershy went up to Sour Sweet, leaning forward and putting her hands on her knees.

"Hello, Sour Sweet," Fluttershy offered her hand. "I'm Fluttershy."

"I know who you are," Sour Sweet said sweetly, before sourly adding, "wallflower."

Fluttershy pursed her lips. "That's not very nice, Sour Sweet. You shouldn't call people names."

"I shouldn't?" Sour Sweet said like this was a genuine surprise. "Yeah, well, maybe I would take that a little more seriously if I wasn't getting social advice from someone who literally has 'shy' in their name."

"You are very rude, Sour Sweet," Fluttershy said.

"Am I?" Sour Sweet asked. "Take a hike, tree hugger."

"Excuse you!" Fluttershy stamped her foot. The others grimaced. It wasn't like Fluttershy to get this angry this quickly. Sour Sweet must have really been getting under her skin. "I volunteer at the animal shelter and local garden! I help take care of wounded or abandoned animals and help grow locally sourced non-GMO crops to feed children living in poverty! I do a lot of very good work, and I won't stand to see you disrespect it!"

"Wow," Sour Sweet rolled her eyes, "I thought you hippies were all about peace and love? Why don't you go get out your bong and take a hit of weed to calm down, hippie?"

"Oh! You ... you ... meanie!" Fluttershy turned and stormed away in a huff, a tear rolling down her cheek. Rarity looked at Twilight and Sunset with concern before running after Fluttershy.

"Fluttershy! Fluttershy, darling, wait up!" Rarity caught up with her and put a hand on Fluttershy's shoulder.

"I'm not a hippie," Fluttershy grumbled.

Twilight and Sunset turned to Sour Sweet with disapproving glares.

"What?" Sour Sweet asked.

"That was not cool, Sour Sweet," Sunset said. "You should go apologize."

"As if! To that hippie? No way."

Sunset growled, snorting like a bull.

"Uh, I mean, of course, Sunset!"

Twilight walked Sour Sweet over to Fluttershy.

"Fluttershy!" Sour Sweet called.

Fluttershy stopped. She turned and glared at Sour Sweet with a burning intensity in her eyes that unnerved all three of them.

"I'm ... sorry," Sour Sweet forced out, sounding like she was about vomit. Her face twitched.

Fluttershy turned and huffed her head. "Don't say it unless you mean it."

She and Rarity walked on.

"Wow," Sunset said. "I've never seen Fluttershy snub anybody quite that hard. You must have really upset her. Good job!" She smacked Sour Sweet on the shoulder. "First day of your friendship test, and you've already hurt the feelings one of the most sensitive people I know. A++, really. Ten out of ten." She clapped sarcastically.

Sour Sweet glared at Sunset. "Don't patronize me."

"I wouldn't patronize you if you didn't clearly need a patron goddess to keep you from shooting your mouth off," Sunset snappd.

Sour Sweet stammered, unable to come up with a good comeback for that.

"Come on," Twilight softly tugged at the leash. "Why don't we go back to my house before she insults all of our friends?"

"Twilight, I'm offended you would think that of me!" Sour Sweet said sweetly. "Your friends are lame enough they don't need to be insulted by me."

"If that's the case, why do you keep insulting them then?" Sunset asked dryly.

"Uh, well ..." Sour Sweet stammered.

"Shh." Sunset put a finger to Sour Sweet's mouth before Sour Sweet could stick her foot in it again. "See, if you're going to be a good friend, you really need to stop saying these kinds of things without being able to offer a good reason why. No, scratch that, even if you can offer a good reason why, you still shouldn't say them."

Twilight awkwardly walked alongside them.

Rarity and Fluttershy walked along the street.

"Darling, I'm awfully sorry about that," Rarity said. "I would have never brought you to the mall today if I had known Sour Sweet was going to be there and be so awful to you. I do wish Twilight and Sunset would have give us some sort of warning that the Shadowbolts would be there. "

"It's fine, Rarity," Fluttershy said. "I ..." she looked away from Rarity. She came to a stop.

"Fluttershy?" Rarity asked.

"You know what, no," Fluttershy said. "No, it is not fine! Here. Can you make it back holding all of these?" Fluttershy gestured to the bags.

"Of course, darling," Rarity slipped the bags onto her shoulder. Fluttershy remained oblivious as the strain of carrying all of the bags made its way on Rarity's face.

Fluttershy began walking away.

"Darling, whatever are you up to?"

"I'm going to give Sour Sweet a piece of my mind," Fluttershy snarled. "That girl could use a lesson in what it's like to care for others!" She slammed a fist into her palm.

"Okay!" Rarity said as Fluttershy got smaller and smaller in her vision. "Sounds good! Have a good time righting wrongs and getting retribution! I mean, it sounds like revenge, but that's not a very Fluttershy thing. I'll be fine! Right here! Carrying ... all of these ... heavy, heavy bags all the way to my house ... all by myself!" Rarity waddled, overburdened by the weight of the bags. She didn't want to let it show and keep Fluttershy from doing she wanted. She was generous like that. But all the generosity in the world couldn't keep the bags from being as heavy as they were, and they pulled her hard enough to make her fall off her feet, burying her beneath them.

A passerby stopped. "You alright?"

Rarity shoved her hand out of the pile of bags and gave a thumbs-up. She groaned and her arm gave out.

Twilight and Sunset sat awkwardly on the couch with Sour Sweet between them.

"So, Sour Sweet," Sunset said, "what do you like to do for fun? You know, besides insulting people and hurting their feelings?"

"Hurting people and insulting their feelings," Sour Sweet answered.

Sunset did a double facepalm. "Twilight, it's hopeless. I don't think we can do anything with her. We should send her back and ask for another Shadowbolt."

"Mm," Twilight pursed her lips. There was a pounding, rattling knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Twilight volunteered. She handed the leash over to Sunset before getting off the couch. She opened the front door.

"Fluttershy?" Twilight asked, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I want in, Twilight," Fluttershy said, an anger burning in her green eyes. "It's about Sour Sweet. I want to help you ..." Fluttershy made a fist. "Break her. I will make her see the point in helping animals and that it is a good and worthwhile cause!" Her veins bulged along her neck.

"Break her?" Twilight adjusted her glasses. "The point isn't to break her, Fluttershy, it's to ... actually." Twilight looked over her shoulder at the couch. Sour Sweet had her arms crossed and facing away from Sunset. Sunset looked like she was trying to restrain the urge to strangle and murder Sour Sweet and toss her body into a dumpster.

"There may not be any other choice," Twilight said.

"Before you make up your mind," Fluttershy said, "could you at least listen to my suggestion? You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t like."

"Sure."

Fluttershy leaned in close and whispered into Twilight's ear.

"Ooh, I like that idea!" Twilight said, clapping her hands. "I like it a lot! Let me make sure Sunset is on board."

Twilight went over to Sunset. "Sunset, Fluttershy has an idea, but I want your permission before we do it."

"Shoot," Sunset said.

"Uh, actually, it's kind of ... a surprise, so we'll need to get rid of Sour Sweet."

"Get rid of me?" Sour Sweet said. "I knew it!" She jumped on the couch, resting her foot on the back of it and pointing at Twilight. "I knew you were out to get me!"

"Sit down," Sunset demanded, pulling on the leash and bringing Sour Sweet down, "and get your dirty shoes off the couch! She meant temporarily!" Sunset looked at Twilight. "You did mean temporarily, right?"

"Yes," Twilight answered.

"Here," Sour Sweet put her hands over her ears. "Why don't I just do this and then you can talk?"

"Sure," Sunset paused. She moved Sour Sweet's hands and replaced them with her own over Sour Sweet's ears. "Since you've demonstrated how ... unreliable you can be, why don't I do it? What's the idea, Twilight?"

Twilight explained the idea. Sour Sweet wished she could hear what they were saying. She thought about trying to get push Sunset's hands off, but something about her told her that was a bad idea. Sunset practically radiated heat and those black jackets she always wore made her look pretty tough. She glanced over and tried to lip-read Sunset, but it happened that she didn't really know how to do that.

Sunset took her hands off Sour Sweet's ears.

"Okay!" Sunset smiled brightly. "Sour Sweet, we're going upstairs."

"Why?" Sour Sweet asked. "You gotta some kind kind of torture chamber you're going to put me in?"

"What? No! Well, maybe, depending on how you look at it - no! What am I saying? No! Sour Sweet, I think you need therapy. Anyway, we're going upstairs," Sunset said.

Twilight and Fluttershy giggled. They scurried into the kitchen.

Sunset walked Sour Sweet around the room.

"I thought you said we were going upstairs?" Sour Sweet said.

"We are," Sunset said, "but we needed to kill a little time first."

Sour Sweet heard creaking from the stairs and a door being shut.

"Now we can go," Sunset said. She dragged Sour Sweet by the leash up the stairs and they headed into Twilight's room.

Sunset opened the door and pushed Sour Sweet in first.

"Hey!" Sour Sweet shouted. "What's the big idea?" She noticed the light wasn't on and the blinds were covered with a dark curtain. "Why's it so dark in here?"

Sour Sweet blushed when she felt someone grab her shirt and vest from behind and pulled both off her head, exposing her bra. Someone else grabbed her and forced a pair of pills into her mouth, then held her chin until she swallowed.

"Get her bra," Twilight ordered from the darkness.

Sunset unhooked the bra in record time and took it off. Sour Sweet wondered what Sunset got up to that she was such an expert at bra removal.

Two bottle-like pumps were attached to Sour Sweet's nipples.

"What is this? What the hell?" Sour Sweet looked down. "Breast pumps?"

She felt a strip of nylon wrap around her cheeks. A red ball appeared in front of her face, and a purple finger emerged from the darkness and pushed it into her mouth.

"Mm? Mmh!" Sour Sweet protested.

"Since you've established you can't be trusted not to mouth off, we decided to fix that for you," Twilight said.

Sunset flicked the light switch on with a devious smirk.

If Sour Sweet could drop her jaw, she would, but it was impossible with the gag keeping her mouth shut.

Fluttershy was laying on Twilight's bed, wearing a sexy bunny costume, with a sequined, sparkling leotard, fishnets, bunny-themed slippers, and a pair of plastic rabbit ears on her head.

"Mm?" Sour Sweet grunted out in a question.

"This is a lost bunny,*" Twilight gestured to Fluttershy. Fluttershy waved, wiggling her fingers before blowing a kiss. "She's been separated from her mother before she was fully weaned, and now, if she doesn't get enough milk in time, she'll die! That's where you come in."

"Mmmh?" Sour Sweet raised an eyebrow.

"Those pills you took? Well, that I made you take?" Twilight said. "They should be kicking in right about ... now."

"Mm-hmm?!" Sour Sweet grunted, startled when milk began leaking out of her nipples into the pumps. She glared at Twilight with confusion.

"Come on, Sour Sweet," Fluttershy brushed one of her bunny ears, "don't you want to save the cute little bunny?"

Sour Sweet shook her head.

"Too bad," Sunset said, and she pushed Sour Sweet forward. "You're gonna do it anyway."

Sour Sweet groaned. Twilight grabbed her by the shoulders and forced onto her knees on the bed.

Fluttershy giggled. She took the pumps off Sour Sweet's boobs and gently set them aside on the pillow. She poked one of Sour Sweet's nipples, testing it for how much milk came out of it. When it leaked and produced an apparently satisfactory amount of milk, Fluttershy placed her lips on it and began to suck.

Sour Sweet rolled her eyes. She pushed Fluttershy off. Fluttershy narrowed her eyes. She grabbed onto Sour Sweet's boob hard.

"Don't you want to save the cute little bunny, Sour Sweet?" Fluttershy growled harshly, and Sour Sweet was, if only a moment, cowed. She nodded.

"Good." Fluttershy said. "Now let me drink your milk." She licked at Sour Sweet's nipple before latching on again and sucking.

"I want in," Twilight said. She flopped onto the bed and latched onto Sour Sweet's other nipple.

Sour Sweet groaned at first, but as they continued on, she began to enjoy it. The sensation of her warm, precious milk flowing out of her tits ... the sense (however artificial) that Twilight and Fluttershy were really, truly, utterly dependent on her and her milk just to live. It was empowering. It might not have melted her icy heart, but did it appeal to the part of that craved power and control over others.

Sour Sweet plopped her tits out of their mouths and pinched her nipples, spritzing milk on their faces.

"That's the spirit," Fluttershy said, giggling as the milk slid down her cheek, "now you're getting into it." They resumed suckling on Sour Sweet.

Sour Sweet wrapped her arms around them and pulled them closer. She moaned, taking a deep breath. She reached over and groped one of Fluttershy's tits and closed her eyes.

"Come on, girls," Sunset walked over to the bed. "You can't leave me out of all the fun." She stood behind Sour Sweet and wrapped her arms around Sour Sweet's waist, startling Sour Sweet. Sunset reached her hands up and felt around the underside of Sour Sweet's tits, squeezing them and rolling them up and down. Every so often, Sunset would reach further up and pinch Sour Sweet's nipple, making them spray milk into Twilight and Fluttershy's mouths.

"Mm," Fluttershy drew away. She wiped off the milk trailing down her chin with her arm. "I feel better already. I think I might live!" She chuckled and resumed suckling.

Sour Sweet moaned, letting herself melt into the sensation. This felt nice. She didn't think it would, but it did. It also felt nice to keep her mouth shut for once. For the first time in she couldn't remember how long, she wasn't upsetting everyone she talked to with some sarcastic or distrusting remark.

I could stand to be like this more often, Sour Sweet thought. Hmm? She flinched when she felt her cunt twitch and wink.

Sunset apparently had a sense for when a girl was close, as she stopped attending Sour Sweet's tits and made her way down into Sour Sweet's skirt, getting access to her vagina and sticking her fingers inside Sour Sweet's hole.

Oh yeah, Sour Sweet thought, there is no way she hasn't had sex with girls before.

Sour Sweet gasped, taking a sharp breath as Sunset fingerblasted her. Sunset seemed to know just where to touch for the best effect. She was so gentle, yet firm.

Sunset parted Sour Sweet's walls and put just the tip of two fingers in from either side. She rubbed Sour Sweet's snatch up and down, pumping her fingers just a little bit.

Sour Sweet jerked. Her vagina twitched. She could feel it coming on. She just needed a little more.

She grabbed Twilight and Fluttershy's hands and guided them up to her boobs. Getting the message, Twilight and Fluttershy played with her tits, jiggling them and sucking hard, occasionally licking her nipples with their tongues.

Sour Sweet thrusted her hips, feeling the sensations in her cunt.

"Mmm!" Sour Sweet's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her climax finally happened. Cum poured out of her cunt and got all over Sunset's fingers. Milk flowed freely and easily out of her nipples, spritzing Twilight and Fluttershy's cheeks again.

Sunset slowly took her fingers out from Sour Sweet's skirt. She looked at her fingers and without hesitating, like a vampire drinking blood from an exposed neck of a hobo nobody would miss, Sunset stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked the cum off.

"Mmm," Sunset moaned, making slurping noises as she cleaned her fingers up. She took her fingers out and gasped for air. "Not bad," she smacked her lips.

"Good for you, Sour Sweet!" Fluttershy cheered, her breasts bouncing slightly as she did. "Do you see the value in what it's like to care for animals, now?"

Sour Sweet nodded.

"Are you ready to take your gag off now, Sour Sweet?"

Sour Sweet shook her head. They had such a good thing going. She didn't want to ruin it if she couldn't keep herself from being rude. Maybe Sunset was right and she did need therapy.

"If you say so," Sunset said. She examined her fingers, now coated with saliva instead of cum.

Fluttershy and Twilight began moving off the bed, but Sour Sweet reached out and grabbed their boobs.

Fluttershy and Twilight looked to each other.

"I could go another round, sure," Twilight said. They pounced on Sour Sweet, adjusting themselves and letting Sour Sweet lay down on the bed while they got on her top of her and resumed sucking her tits.

"I'll leave you to it," Sunset said, and left to go wash her hands.

Author's Note

I really liked the commission's reasoning behind making Sour Sweet lactate - an abrasive, caustic presence made to engage in what's an intimate, nurturing act. Poetic, no?

Breakfast Buffet: Sunny Side Down

Sunny Flare biked all the way from her home to Twilight's street. The Shadowbolts forewent the idea of meeting up at the mall again today, instead leaving Sunny Flare to get there by herself and suffer her humiliation alone.

Left out to dry, Sunny Flare ruefully thought. She found a bike rack and chained up her bike nice and neat to discourage thieves.

Sunny Flare stood, looking at the chains with a blink. She wondered if she was going to end up chained the way her bike her was bound. Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet had been coy about the exact details of what their treatment entailed, but from what Sunny Flare could infer, it wasn't the most ... everyday thing. Sunset and Twilight must have been just a touch kinky.

Sunny Flare went up to the house and banged on the door. "Open up! It's Sunny Flare, from the Shadowbolts. I'm here for my turn!"

Twilight opened the door, getting Sunny Flare with a big smile. "Welcome! I'm so glad to see you again, Sunny Flare! Now that you're here, we can -"

"Yeah, yeah, cut the crap, Twilight," Sunny Flare. "Where's the collar? Let me see the collar." She held out her hand.

Twilight blushed and cleared her throat. "Of course." She moved away from the door and returned with the collar and leashed draped over her wrists.

"Give it here." Sunny Flare snatched the assembly from Twilight's hands and put the collar around her neck herself. She would be damned if she would let Twilight embarrass her and degrade her the same way she had done to Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet, and taking the collar and putting it first - her choice, not Twilight's - was the first step in that.

"Gosh, Sunny Flare." Twilight adjusted her glasses and spoke in a patronizing tone, seeing the obvious power play for what it was. "I'm so glad you're cooperating on this. Usually I have to fight to get the collar on."

"Well, that's because unlike me, the others aren't smart," Sunny Flare hissed. "Now let me in."

Twilight moved aside and let Sunny Flare in. She glared at the back of her.

"So, what comes next?" Sunny Flare asked.

Twilight slammed the door shut, startling Sunny Flare. Twilight hung her head and sighed, adjusting her glasses. The light reflected off the lenses and obscured her eyes, making her look soulless. The entire room darkened, or so Sunny Flare thought.

Twilight raised her head and chuckled, and the room brightened up.

"Normally, we'll do something with our 'pet' before we get around to the main event,' Twilight said. "Like go out for a walk or try to discipline them."

"You're not going to discipline me," Sunny Flare said, pointing to herself proudly. "I, for one, do not need disciplining. If anything, I'd say it's you and Sunset that need to be disciplined, after what freakshow you put Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet through." Sunny Flare looked around the living room. She went to sit down on the couch. "You got any snacks?"

Twilight's eye twitched. "Sure. Just gimme a second."

"Make it quick," Sunny Flare said, crossing her arms and putting a leg on the coffee table. "I get into a bad mood when I'm hungry."

"No, really?" Twilight said dryly. "I never would have guessed."

Twilight whipped out her phone and sent out a brief text.

Sunset, get down here. Sunny Flare's insufferable. I don't know how much more of this I can take by myself.

"All right, all right," Sunset came down from the stairs. "What's going on, Twilight? I'm sure it can't be that bad." She put her hands on Twilight's shoulds and patted Twilight to assure her.
Twilight pointed to Sunny Flare in silence. Sunny Flare was looking back at them over her shoulder.

"Before you two take your panties off and start fucking, would you mind getting me my snacks?" Sunny Flare said. "Some cookies or crackers would be. Maybe even goldfish."

"Whoa!" Sunset said. "Who said anything about fucking?"

"Oh, please. Look at yourselves," Sunny Flare said. "There is obviously something going on between you. I can practically smell it from here. You're hot for each other. But that's not really my problem. What is my problem is, where are my damn snacks?"

"I see what you mean," Sunset whispered to Twilight. "Here. I'll go talk to her."

Sunset went up to the couch, shyly rolling her hands together to appear non-threatening. "Now, Sunny Flare, you really shouldn't talk to your friends like that."

"Ah," Sunny Flare interrupted her, holding out her hand. "I can't think on an empty stomach. Either go get my snacks, or talk to the hand. You know what, never mind, I'll go get myself." Sunny Flare moved to get up off the couch.

"No, no, please!" Sunset said. "That's not necessary. We'll go get your snacks for you. Does a bagel and some cream cheese sound acceptable?"

Sunny Flare mulled it over. "Acceptable, yes. Now hurry up." Sunny Flare leaned back into the couch. "The sooner you get food into me, the sooner I can stop being nasty."

"Oh. Ooh, so that's something you can control, is it?" Sunset said. "Or rather, can't?" she added harshly. Before Sunny Flare could reply, Sunset spoke to Twilight. "Come on, Twilight. Help me in the kitchen. I don't know where you keep everything."

"Sure thing," Twilight said, and followed Sunset into the kitchen.

After they got in, Sunset peeked over the corner to make sure Sunny Flare wasn't paying attention to them.

"She's insufferable!" Sunset whispered. "I see what you mean! It's like you can't do anything without her contesting you on it!"

"Yeah," Twilight said. "Any idea on what to do?"

"No," Sunset put a hand to her forehead. "No, I'm sorry to say, Twilight, I have no ideas about what to do. Sugarcoat gave us her own idea. Fluttershy helped us out with Sour Sweet ... but it's almost like she doesn't want to be dominated, and she doesn't want our friendship lesson. Why is she even here in the first place?"

"Wait," Twilight snapped her fingers. "That's it." She got out her phone and began typing.

"What's it?" Sunset asked.

"Fluttershy helped us with Sour Sweet," Twilight said. "So that means the next thing we should do is get help from one of our other friends with Sunny Flare."

"Where is that bagel!?" Sunny Flare shouted from the other room.

"Coming! We just haven't been able to find everything. Twilight's brother sure made a mess." Sunset shouted back, her voice as sweet as it could be. "Which one of our friends would possibly want to help us with this!?"

"I know just the gal," Twilight answered, putting her phone up to her ear.

Sunset sighed. "Fine. You do that. I'll go get her stupid bagel." Sunset rummaged through the kitchen, opening up the upper cabinets and setting the bagels down on the kitchen table.

Twilight faced away from Sunset as her call went through. Confusion ensued as she heard what she knew was Rarity's phone ringing in the house, though quiet.

"Rarity?" Twilight spoke.

"Twilight, darling," Rarity said. "I was just about to call you."

"About what?" Twilight said. "Where are you?"

"About that. I'm outside your door, darling."

"What!?" Twilight exclaimed, then checked the door to see if she drew Sunny Flare's attention. Sunny Flare only had a quizzical look to throw Twilight's away before turning her attention to the TV.

Twilight hunched down and spoke softly.

"Why are you outside my house?"

"Come to the front door and I'll show you."

Twilight tiptoed across the living room. "Sunset will be right out with your bagel," she assured Sunny Flare.

"She better be," Sunny Flare muttered. "It feels like this has been taking forever."

"Do you mind if we have a guest over?" Twilight asked. "Wait, don't answer that, this is my house."

Twilight went up to the door and opened it. Rarity stood on the front porch, and Twilight couldn't believe her eyes when she saw what Rarity was wearing.

A leather suit, complete with a halter top, some studs down her right shoulder, a skirt and books that reached up to her thighs, and a riding crop resting across her arms.

"Rarity?" Twilight exclaimed.

"Ah," Rarity put a finger to Twilight's mouth. "Save the shouting for later, Twilight. There's no need to fret." She stuck the riding crop down Twilight’s shirt and pulled her close. "Your mistress is here."

Twilight wiggled her way out and tossed the riding crop off. "I can't deal with this right now. I need to go deal with Sunny Flare."

"Oh, but Twilight, don't you see?" Rarity asked, grabbing Twilight's shoulder to keep her from running inside. "This is a perfect opportunity. You need help dealing with Sunny Flare, and I ..." Rarity pressed the end of the riding crop against Twilight's chin. "Need someone to dominate."

Twilight blushed. She squinted at Rarity. "How long have you been planning this?"

"A few days," Rarity said. "It all started when I saw you with Sugarcoat in the park. Seeing that made me realize that I wasn't alone, that I wasn't a freak just because I was into bondage. I'd have come by to join the fun sooner, but making your own dominatrix outfit takes time, especially when you have to custom order the leather. Shall we go inside?"

"I think we shall," Twilight cleared her throat. "Sunny Flare! I brought one of my friends over."

A resounding "Whatever!" came from the living room.

Twilight went back inside the house. She looked at Rarity, who remained outside. "Aren't you going to come in?"

"And spoil my big debut? No, no, darling! I need to savor the moment. I need to make an entrance!"

Twilight gave a questioning glare.

Rarity sighed. "One day, if you ever get into the fashion world, you'll understand."

"Right." Twilight returned to inside. "So, Sunny Flare, do you want to meet my friend?"

"No," Sunny Flare answered.

"At least turn around and look, just for a second?" Twilight said. "I promise I'll leave you alone after this."

That was an offer too good for Sunny Flare to pass up. She threw her her head and shoulder on the back of the couch.

"Ta-dah!" Twilight threw her hands in the air as Rarity hopped into the room, doing a pirouette and twirling around before coming to a rest, snapping the riding crop by her thigh.

"Well, darling?" Rarity asked, holding her high in arrogance. "What do you think?"

"Meh." Sunny Flare returned to her resting state on the couch. "I've seen better leather outfits."
Her words deflated Rarity like a dart through a balloon.

Rarity self-consciously rolled the handle of the crop in her hands. "I suppose you could consider it a work in progress."

They both heard Sunny Flare's stomach grumble.

"Damn it, people! I'm hungry! Where is my snack?" Sunny Flare clutched at her belly. "At this rate, I'm going to need a full four-course meal!"

"Ta-dah!" Sunset entered the room, holding up a platter.

Twilight's jaw dropped. Rarity was in a questionable outfit, but Sunset had her beat.

"Twilight?" Rarity asked. "Darling, whatever are you staring at? You shouldn't let your mouth hang like that." She made a soft gasp when she saw what made Twilight lose control herself.

Sunset was wearing a kitchen apron ... and absolutely nothing else. Her cleavage and thighs were exposed, as well as her back and her ass.

"That's certainly something," Rarity muttered.

"I don't think I even have an apron," Twilight whispered back.

Sunset brought her platter over to the couch. On it were a number of bagels, each with different spreads on them, including cream cheese and blueberry jam.

"Here you are, my lady," Sunset placed the platter down on the coffee table. "Bagels, as requested."

"It's about time," Sunny Flare said eagerly. She picked a bagel and took a big bite, chewing it rapidly and swallowing it with a loud gulp. "That's better." She finished the bagel. When she was done, she wiped the crumbs off her face with a napkin, the way a proper lady should, at least as far as Rarity was concerned.

Sunny Flare noticed Sunset Shimmer hovering over her.

"Can I help you?" Sunny Flare asked.

"Come on, Sunny Flare," Sunset brushed a hand through her hair. "You don't notice anything ... different?" She waved her hand down her face, gesturing to her cleavage.

Sunny Flare took one look at her and said "No." with a completely straight face. She went back to eating her bagels.

Sunset frowned. Her eye twitched. Her fingers wiggled. She thought undressing and wearing nothing but an apron was the perfect power move, but Sunny Flare had shut it down with a single word.
"Sunset?" Twilight asked, feeling the tension rising in the room. The heat from Sunset's temper floated all the way over from Sunset to Twilight, and it turned Twilight on, for some odd reason, like she wanted to lay down and let Sunset pin her down beneath her foot like a sex toy. But

Twilight controlled her desire and recognized someone should probably talk Sunset down for the greater good.

"That does it," Sunset hissed, storming out of the room.

"Does what? You know what, if it doesn't concern me, I don't care."

Sunset came back into the room, still naked, but trading the apron for her jacket. She clutched something in her hand.

She marched in front of the couch. Sunny Flare looked at her.

"Oh, for Pete's sake, what now?" Sunny Flare wailed. "Can't you let me eat my bagels in peace?"

"No," Sunset said. "No more Ms. Nice Gal, Sunny Flare. I've had enough of your crap."

"Really?" Sunny Flare asked with a grin. "That's too bad."

"Yes, it is." Sunset held out her fist. She opened it, revealing a geode.

"What do you have there?" Sunny Flare asked.

"Look, Sunny Flare," Sunset said. "Just look."

"I'm looking," Sunny Flare said impatiently as nothing happened.

"Keep looking," Sunset said.

"When does something interesting happen?" Sunny Flare asked. "Because if doesn't happen soon, I'm going back to my bagels."

"Right about now," Sunset said. The geode glowed, pulsating out different colors, rotating between all the colors of the rainbow, starting with red and going to violet.

"What are you ..." Sunny Flare asked. Her eyelids felt heavy. She couldn't keep them open. "What is ... how are you?"

"Shh," Sunset put a finger to her lips. "Relax, Sunny Flare. Relax."

"Re ... lax," Sunny Flare repeated on a delay.

"Listen to the sound of my voice," Sunset said. "Let it pierce through you. Let it penetrate - and dominate - your mind."

"Penetrate ... dominate my mind," Sunny Flare repeated, her pupils becoming featureless except for a single color that matched whatever color the geode was producing.

"Speaking of penetrate," Sunset said, "you're so high and mighty, aren't you? So much better than all the rest of us. Is that what you think? That's what you think, isn't it?"

"Yes," Sunny Flare admitted.

"I'm going to fix that for you.." Sunset moved the geode closer to Sunny Flare's face. "You’re not better than anyone else, Sunny Flare. In fact, I’d almost say you’re worse."

"Uh, Sunset?" Rarity said.

"Quiet," Sunset snapped. “But there is something you can do, Sunny Flare, to bring yourself back up to others’ level. You can help them. If you help people, that makes you a better person, got it? Not acting like you’re better - being better, and being better means helping other people with their problems, even if it’s hard, or gets your makeup dirty.”

Sunny Flare groaned, and to Sunset, it sounded like a protest.

Sunset tapped a finger on the geode, and the glow it emitted intensified.

"Repeat after me," Sunset said. "I will help others"

"I will help others," Sunny Flare repeated.

"No matter what it takes."

"No matter what it takes,," Sunny Flare repeated, nodding solemnly.

"Close your eyes," Sunset said. Sunny Flare did so. Sunset reached into her jacket and pulled out a night mask, which she put around Sunny Flare's eyes.

"I'm going to snap my fingers. When I do, Sunny Flare, I want you to wake up as an eager helper, ready to help anyone with anything without asking too many questions." Without waiting for an answer, Sunset snapped her fingers.

Sunny Flare jerked awake. She bit her lip and shifted on the couch, taking on a docile sitting position.

“So! Sunset! What can I help you with today?" Sunny Flare asked, rolling her hands together.

"I have some friends who need your help," Sunset said. "Rarity, Twilight, come on. Help me get her to the garage."

Rarity looked at Twilight. Twilight shrugged and gestured for Rarity to roll with it.

Sunset guided Sunny Flare into the garage and set out a stool for her to sit on.

"Sit," Sunset commanded, patting the stool.

Sunny Flare giggled and obeyed. Sunset pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and tied it around Sunny Flare's eyes as a blindfold.

“Also, take your clothes off,” Sunset said. “All of them.”

Sunny Flare turned to the direction of Sunset’s with a questioning expression. “Um … I’m not sure about that.”

“It’s for a good cause,” Sunset said, “we’re going to donate the clothes to charity.”

“Oh! Well, in that case …” Sunny Flare happily set about taking off her clothes, stripping down until her pale body stood completely nude.

"So, Sunset," Rarity asked, tapping her chin, "now that we have Sunny Flare in this position, what are we to do with her?"

"Wait here one sec," Sunset left the garage and returned with her backpage. She set it on the floor, unzipped, then dumped its contents out onto the garage floor, which included a variety of dildos and microphones.

"And you just happened to be carrying all these things on you?" Rarity asked.

"What? No. Don't be silly. I wasn't carrying them until at last after we finished with Sugarcoat," Sunset answered, as if this was a satisfactory explanation that precluded any other questions, some of which Rarity had that were valid. "Here. Voice changers and functioning dildos. We’ll tell her they’re students Twilight’s tutoring who need with some relief before they can focus on their studies. We’re gonna make her think she's being used by like, nine different men."

"Isn't that a tad extreme?" Rarity asked.

"Rarity, did you come here to dominate someone, or not?" Sunset asked.

Rarity pursed her lips and made warbling non committal noises with her mouth before answering. "Yes."

Sunset thrusted a voice changer and a dildo into Rarity's arms. "Then dominate. You take the first turn."

"If you insist, darling," Rarity went around to the back of Sunny Flare. She examined Sunny Flare’s position on the stool.

“This needs a little … something, it’s so plain,” Rarity said. “I know.” She snapped her fingers. She grabbed hold of Sunny Flare and adjusted her position, then whipped out some fuzzy handcuffs and attached Sunny Flare’s wrist to the stool’s leg with her cuffs.
That done, Rarity turned her attention back to the toys.

"Now, Sunset, when you say functioning dildo, what does that mean?" Rarity asked, fumbling with the toy. She accidentally squeezed the end of it and caused what looked seemed to be jizz to shoot out. "Oh my! Sunset, what did you do to get this?"

"Not what you're thinking," Sunset said. "It's just water that's been slightly salted and dyed white with some coloring. Now, put the mic to your mouth, pick a setting, then shove it up her ass. Now pretend you’re a student Twilight is tutoring." She rolled her hand around in a circle. “Go!”

Rarity adjusted the dial on the microphone and put it up to her mouth to speak. "Hello?" She was taken back when her voice came out as a deep-voice man. She looked at Sunset with surprise.

Sunset, frustrated, made a hole with her fingers and plugged her finger into it.

Rarity nodded. "So, Sunny Flare," Rarity said with the mic, "how are you feeling today?"

"Like helping," Sunny Flare answered with relish.

"Are you now?" Rarity asked. "Why don't you prove it to me and bend over? Lean lover and let me have a look of that cute ass of yours. I’ve been so distracted with my studies lately. I haven’t been able to focus on anything but sex lately."

"Sure thing!" Sunny Flare leaned forward on the stool, putting her ass crack where Rarity could access it easily. "My goodness, you have such a sexy voice."

"I get that all the time," Rarity said proudly, as if this was her real voice. She pressed the dildo up against Sunny Flare's asshole and twisted it as she shoved it up. "Tell me about yourself, Sunny Flare."

Rarity pumped the plastic cock in and out while Sunny Flare moaned from the intrusion.

"I'm a Shadowbolt from Crystal Prep," Sunny Flare said. "I'm friends with Lemon Zest, Indigo Zap, Sugarcoat and I like to help people. I’ve been brought here to help - um. What am I helping with again? Ah!" She moaned and panted as Rarity continued working.

“Some guys Twilight’s been tutoring,” Sunset whispered, cupping Sunny Flare’s chin. “They’ve been hormonal to the point they can’t focus, so you’re helping them get some sexual relief. Remember?”
“Oh, that’s right!” Sunny Flare said happily. “Take as long as you need, Mister!”

“Are you sure about that?” Rarity jerked the dildo, and Sunny Flare grunted. “I could take an awful long time if you let me. I like to take things slow.”

A bead of sweat ran down Sunny Flare’s face. “Well, maybe not too slow. Your cock is kind of uncomfortable in my butt like that.”

“Is that right?” Rarity said, pumping the dildo slightly. “I guess maybe I can finish it early, if that helps.”

“Whatever helps you the most!” Sunny Flare said happily.

Rarity squeezed the end of the shaft, squirting salted water all over the inside of Sunny Flare’s ass crack, making a mess and painting it white.

"It's so wonderful!" Sunny Flare moaned as the fake jizz seeped out of her bottom and onto the garage floor. “Doesn’t helping others feel great?” Sunny Flare said.

“Oh yes, it does,” Rarity agreed.

"Out of the way, Rarity," Twilight said, and Rarity thought she heard an almost predatory note of malice in her voice. "It's my turn." Twilight picked up a mic and a dildo and bumped Rarity out of the way with her hip.

"Howdy," Twilight said, speaking into a mic that made her voice sound deeper and vaguely southern. "Mind telling me who you are, sweet thaaang?" Twilight asked.

"Sunny Flare," Sunny Flare answered, panting. "Crystal Prep's resident helper. I love helping people! Even if … " she winced slightly. “Even if it means getting cum up my butt.”

"Do ya now?" Twilight asked, shoving the toy right up in Sunny Flare's butt-hole, the leftover dredges of the previous toy allowing it to slide in with ease. "I say, that's mighty interesting to hear. Mind telling me how you long you've been a helper like this, sugar?"

"For as long as I can remember," Sunny Flare said.

"Memory is so unreliable, isn't it?" Sunset quipped under her breath, and Rarity felt awkward, thinking about certain events that occurred recently.

"I remember the first time I really enjoyed helping someone,” Sunny Flare said. “It was Sugarcoat. She wanted some help coming up with insults, especially for this one girl named Twilight Sparkle. She really wanted to knock her down for some reason. I don’t remember why. Something about some games or something?”

"Knock down, huh?" Twilight said. "That sounds like a good idea." She enunciated 'idea' as though it had an r on the end. She curled up her fingers around the mic to protect it, then punched Sunny Flare in the back, knocking her off the stool and onto her knees.

“Ow!”

"Bend over," Twilight said, almost snarling.

“No! That hurt! I need a moment!”

Twilight raised her feet and pressed it into Sunny Flare’s back. “Do it.”

Sunny Flare whimpered, but submitted, letting Twilight push her down until she was standing like a four legged animal.

"Sunset?" Rarity asked, alarmed by Twilight’s display of viciousness. "Does Twilight seem all right to you?"

"Yeah, she's fine," Sunset said. "She gets like this sometimes when she's in the mood and turned on. She just gets really into it."

"Huh," Rarity said.

"On your hands and knees, slut," Twilight said into the mic. "I'm gonna ride you harder than a stallion in heat rides a mule."

"Oh, yes! Sure!" Sunny Flare pressed her hands into the floor and leaned forward to give Twilight better access to her bum. "Whatever you need help with!"

“Whatever I need, huh? If that gets you off, happy to oblige!" She rammed the dildo as far in as it would go, then took it back out and rammed inside again before squeezing the base and making it shoot its synthetic cum all over Sunny Flare's insides.

"Oh wow!" Sunny Flare answered, moaning and shaking. "I can almost taste it."

"Do you want to taste it?" Twilight asked as she took the wet dildo out. "Cuz I make it you taste right now, sweet thang."

"No, no!" Sunny Flare answered, dropping to her stomach. “This is fine! Whatever you want is fine. I am here to help you. For you.”

“Whatever I want, huh?” Twilight rubbed her chin with a contemplative look. “Maybe I’ll …” She looked over to see Sunset gesturing to her to cut it short.

"My mistake, sugar," Twilight said. "Looks like one of my friends will have to be the one to take care of you."

"Friends?" Sunny Flare said with surprise, her eyes going wide. "Friends, plural? Lots of friends?
Friends who need help? All at the same time?"

"Oh, there's an idea," Sunset said. She hummed pleasantly as she grabbed two dildos in one hand, then picked up a third and handed it to Rarity.

"Come on, help me with this one," Sunset shoved one dildo up into Sunny Flare's buttocks, then a second one, plugging it in such a way that it made Sunny Flare's ass look like a storage compartment.

Rarity made an unsure hmm.

"It'll be fine," Sunset assured her. "Stop worrying. If we ever get too far, I'll pull you and Twilight back."

"That's what worries me, darling. How do you decide what's too far?"

"Look, do you want to help, or not?"

Rarity chewed on her lip for a moment before deciding yes, and plugged the seventh dildo into Sunny Flare's ass as well.

"Ooh!" Sunny Flare moaned. "There's so many men inside me!"

"Yes," Sunset said, then realized she wasn't using the mic. She grabbed one from off the floor and spoke into it. "Yes, Sunny Flare. You've got a whole lot of men inside you, just the way a good slut like you likes it, right?" She grabbed one dildo and gently rocked in and out, careful not to knock the others out of place.

"Yes!" Sunny Flare moaned. "I like it! I love having so many men inside me at once!" Sunny Flare guffawed and giggled. "It’s so nice to help the most people you can at the same time!”

Sunset adjusted a dial on the mic, changing her voice. "Soon, sweet thang, soon," Sunset said, now sounding like a pawn shop owner.

"When we ..." Rarity began, making the same mistake as Sunset. She grabbed a mic.

"Are you guys okay?" Sunny Flare asked. "Your voices sound funny… "

"We're fine," Rarity assured her, now speaking into the mic.

"Besides, a slut like you shouldn't worry herself about our well-being," Sunset growled. "You should only worry about how many of us are in you at once, and how that makes you feel."

"It makes me feel wonderful!" Sunny Flare said, her smile returning. "Sweet heavens, I would love it if you would all cum into my ass at the same time!"

"Not yet," Sunset answered on the southern setting. "We need to have our fun with ya first."

"What if - what if I do this?" Sunny Flare asked, begging and desperate. Her ass clenched, sucking the dildos in further.

Sunset pretended to moan. "Oh my! That is mighty fine. Maybe if you do that a few more times, we might just let you have it."

"Oh yes, oh please, please," Sunny Flare begged, clenching and unclenching her buttocks, the dildos pumping in and out.

"I say," Rarity said, adjusting the dial to where she sounded Russian, "they certainly make their sluts ready and willing around these parts, don't they?"

"I'm ready! I'm willing!" Sunny Flare said. “I want to help!” She moaned and panted. Sunset was sure her eyes had rolled to the back of her head by now.

Sunset and Rarity squeezed the dildos softly, letting Sunny Flare’s ass have a little bit of fake cum from each one before taking the dildos and replacing them with a different set - this time of four, two for Rarity and two for Sunset. They pumped the toys in and out of her and stirred them around, mimicking the sensation of aggressive, territorial men fighting each other for the coveted space that was her slutty asshole.

“Oh yes!” Sunny Flare moaned, exhaling sharply. Her vagina twitched and leaked out a drop of pre-cum. “So many … I’m such a good … helper … slut … oh, I can’t track of them all! How many students is that now?”

“A lot,” Rarity hissed.

Twilight noticed the state Sunny Flare’s vagina was in. She picked up one of the dildos and turned it over in her hand. She got a devious grin on her face and walked in front of Sunny Flare.

"Twilight?" Rarity asked with the Russian voice still on. She moved the microphone away from her face. "Twilight, what are you doing?"

"No way am I going to let you two have all of the fun," Twilight answered, and raised the dildo up high, spreading her legs like she was a gunslinger in an old western movie. She aimed it at Sunny Flare's face.

"Now, Sunny Flare, you love getting it in the ass, right?" Twilight asked.

"Use the mic!" Sunset hissed, and tossed a mic to Twilight. Sunny Flare didn't seem to notice this time, to Sunset's relief.

"Sure!" Sunny Flare said. “As long it helps, I’m - aah! - down for whatever. Ooh!”

The mic gave out screechy feedback when Twilight turned it on. "But ... you wouldn't be opposed to trying something else, would you?"

"No!," Sunny Flare said. "Not at all! Not if it will help! What do you have in mind?"

"Cum," Twilight answered. She got on her knees and stroked Sunny Flare's chin. "Thick, heavy cum splattering all over your cute, chubby little face ... would you like that?" Twilight pinched Sunny Flare's face. "I'm sure you would. A slut like you doesn't have a lot of standards, does she?"

"No," Sunny Flare said, "she doesn't! Okay. Lay it on me, you hot stud!"

Twilight nodded to Sunset and Rarity. Sunset understood grabbed the base of two of the dildos in Sunny Flare's ass, but Rarity took a minute to grasp what was being communicated. She grabbed the third one.

Twilight resumed her western stance, aiming the dildo square at Sunny Flare's face.

"On three," Twilight said. "One, two ... three!"

She, Sunset Shimmer, and Rarity all squeezed the base of the toys at the same, producing an enormous bath of fake cum for Sunny Flare that in her hypnotized state, she was so turned on by she then produced real cum, squirting into her panties as her snatched twitched in joy. Her face was given an even white coat, Twilight moving the dildo back and forth as to cover every inch of Sunny Flare's cheeks. Fake cum from the dildos piled up and leaked out of Sunny Flare's ass like wax from an expired candle knocked on its side. It slid between her ass cheeks and dripped to the floor.

“Oh my goodness, I’m such a slut!” Sunny Flare moaned as squirts of cum shot out from her vagina onto the garage floor. “I can’t believe that I would let myself be creamed by so many men at once, but here I am, loving every second of it, because that’s what it takes to help others! And I … love helping … ooh ...” she panted and stuck her tongue out as her orgasm slowed to a halt, though not before making a big splash on the floor.

“I assume, darlings, you have something to clean that up with?” Rarity asked.

“I think we’ll manage,” Twilight said, licking her lips. She tapped Sunny Flare on the cheek like Sunny Flare was a beer bottle she was assessing the emptiness of. “I think she’s about done, Sunset. Why don’t we clean her off and send her home?”

“Because I want to give her a present,” Sunset said. She rooted around Sunny Flare’s skirt and pulled out Sunny Flare’s phone. “Something to remember us by.”

Sunset pulled up Sunny Flare’s blindfold and held the phone in front of her. Sunny Flare turned to face her and looked at Sunset as if she had never seen another human being before.

“Sunny Flare, can you unlock your phone for me?” Sunset asked.

“Sure,” Sunny Flare answered, still giggling. A drop of leftover cum oozed down her slit. She took the phone and unlocked it, then moved to give it back to Sunset.

“Hold onto it for a just a second, will you?” Sunset asked. She grabbed Sunny Flare’s hand and raised it up, angling it so that it looked straight down at Sunny Flare’s cum-soaked ass. Sunset got into the camera app and snapped a few pictures.

“There,” Sunset said. She replaced the phone into its proper place. “Whenever you start thinking you’re too good for others, Sunny Flare, I want you to pull your phone and look at those pictures, and think fondly about this time. The time you were a low-down, good-for-nothing-but-sex slut who let guy after guy take his turn with you and had nine men cum straight into your ass in a row, because that was you needed to do, to be, to help others. Remember that, and be humbled.”

“Okay,” Sunny Flare said, not really thinking about what she was agreeing to.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Sunset said, helping Sunny Flare to her feet. She guided Sunny Flare to the bathroom, took off her clothes, and helped Sunny Flare to wash the cum (real and fake alike) off her body.

After that was done, Sunset dressed Sunny Flare in a towel and bade her to wait in the living room while she ran Sunny Flare’s clothes through a wash to make sure there wasn’t a trace of what they’d done to her on them. When the clothes were finished, Sunset redressed Sunny Flare, sat her on the couch, and brought out her geode.

“Okay, Sunny Flare,” Sunset said. “Look at the geode.”

“I’m looking,” Sunny Flare said, her eyes transfixed on the geode.

Sunset rocked the geode back and forth, spinning it and rolling it between her fingers. “I’m going to count to three and snap my fingers. When I do, I want you to wake up from your trance and not remember anything that happened while you were hypnotized. Except for one thing. Whenever you catch yourself acting high and mighty, like you’re so much better than everyone else … I want you to remember and think about that time you let nine men ride your ass in a row. Because what was you needed to do to help them out. Maybe, once you do that, you’ll start acting a little nicer and helping others instead of just yourself.”

“But I doubt it,” Sunset muttered in an aside. “Ready?”

“I’m ready, mistress.”

“Mistress,” Twilight said. “It sounds good on you, Sunset. Mistress Sunset. Sounds like the name of one of the better pornos.”

“If you say so!” Sunset said nervously, like she didn’t fancy her name being attached to a porno. “One, two, three.” Snap went Sunset’s fingers, and Sunny Flare jerked as she went back into her pre -hypnotized state.

“Where am I?” Sunny Flare asked, taking a look around the room. “What happened?” Her eyes fell on Sunset and she remembered what she was doing there. Most of it, anyway. “Oh, that’s right. It’s you.” She rubbed at her stomach. “Huh. I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Yeah, that will happen once you’ve had one of my patented bagels,” Sunset said cheerily.

“Good,” Sunny Flare got to her feet, pressing her knuckles to her hips. “I don’t know what is you two think you’re trying to pull here, but I’m not gonna let you do the same thing to me as you did to Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet. I’m … too good … for ...” she trailed off and rubbed her head.

“Anyway,” Sunny Flare said, her voice and posture softening, “I should probably be going now.”

“If you feel you must,” Sunset said, as if she was sad to see her go.

“Ow,” Sunny Flare, touching the spot where Twilight had pressed a foot into her back and wondering why she was sore there. Her knees hurt, too, come to think of it.

Sunny Flare left the house. Once she was outside of its boundaries, she whipped out her phone and searched through the pictures on it. She found the one of her ass leaking cum and blushed, finding it to turn her on more than anything. She checked to make sure no was watching her, then pressed the button to copy the picture she could have a backup. She went home.

“All things considered,” Rarity said. “That was quite an impressive showing, girls. I didn’t think you had it in you to be on top like that. Well, maybe Sunset, but Twilight? That’s quite a surprise.”

“Watch out for the quiet ones,” Twilight said, adjusting her glasses.

“There’s just one thing that’s bothering me, though,” Rarity said.

“Oh?” Sunset answered as she brought the tray of bagels from the couch to the kitchen. “What would that be?”

“Since when and how do you know how to hypnotize people, Sunset Shimmer?” Rarity asked. "And how do I know you haven’t used on me, or Fluttershy, or any of our friends?”

Sunset chuckled. She grabbed Rarity’s shoulders and pushed her out the door. “Gee, Rarity, it’s been so great having you over, but Twilight and I have a lot of chores to do and when we can’t focus with you in that top, so bye-bye! Have a good day! TTYL!”

Sunset threw Rarity out the door, then slammed the door and locked it.

Rarity was disturbed. Not only had Sunset not answered her question, but far as she could tell, every room in the house was spotless. There was no need for chores.

What was Sunset hiding?

Denial Diet

The Shadowbolts met up again at the mall, all but one of them tapping their fingers together, musing on their recent experiences.

Indigo Zap sat with her arms crossed around her chest and a grumpy expression on her face, brows furrowed and resentment in her eyes. They all knew what she was thinking. No way am I going to be trussed up like a sex doll for those two freaks.

Certain that talking to Indigo and trying to convince her to work with Twilight and Sunset would be a fool’s errand, the rest of them turned away from her and continued to think to themselves.
Twilight and Sunset arrived. All they needed was one look at the atmosphere of the table to
understand Indigo was going to prove challenging.

“Indigo,” Sunset said, “it’s your turn.”

“No, it’s not,” Indigo insisted. “I don’t want to, and you can’t make me.”

“That’s true,” Twilight said. “We can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. We can only persuade you.”

“Good luck with that, because you’re not gonna persuade me to do anything. I’ve talked with the others. I know how you get your kicks.”

“Please, Indigo?” Sunset said. “We just want to help you … and maybe experience some benefits in the process, but mostly just help, and if you don’t come with us, we’ll have to leave you out of the follow-up friendship lessons.”

“You mean follow-up kink sessions,” Indigo replied, getting her sass on.

“Maybe we can persuade you?” Twilight said. She nudged Sunset in the elbow.

“What – oh, right. Look away, girls.”

“What are you doing?” Indigo asked as Sunset approached her end of the table. Indigo hopped to her feet. “Don’t come near me, you freak!”

“Can’t you stop with the freak thing?” Sunset said, tiredly. “It’s getting a little old. I mean, you could at least vary up your insults a little.”

“I’m warning you!” Indigo raised a fist. “If you so much as touch me, I’ll – I’ll … what … what is that?”

Sunset produced her geode. It gave off a strong, rainbow-colored aura, pulsing faintly under the mall’s harsh fluorescent lighting, which reduced some of its impact, but it was enough to subdue
Indigo and turn her more agreeable.

“It’s whatever you want it to be, Indigo,” Sunset said. “Now, why don’t you come with me and Twilight? That way, you can keep looking at the pretty light.”

“Yes,” Indigo nodded, her eyelids fluttering. Sunset waved the geode around like a fishing lure, and Indigo followed her and Twilight out of the mall.

Once Indigo was gone, the Shadowbolts turned to each and spoke about their experiences quite frankly and cheerfully.

“I have never had an orgasm that intense before,” Lemon Zest said.

“So you were lactating?” Lemon Zest asked Sour Sweet with interest. “Like, actually lactating with actual breast milk?” Sour Sweet nodded to confirm. “That is so hot. Do you think you could do that with me sometime?”

“Every time I see black leather, I start getting flashbacks and feeling flushed,” Sugarcoat said, waving herself with her hand while she blushed, thinking about the collar around her neck and the feelings it induced in her.

Indigo was brought to Sunset's house and released from her trance.

She blinked several times, trying to process where she was and how she got here.

"Where am I?" Indigo asked. "How did I get here?"

"You're in my house," Sunset said. "For your challenge."

Indigo glared at Sunset. "What challenge?"

"That depends on you," Sunset said. "You're obviously pretty uncomfortable with what we do around here-"

"Uncomfortable? I'm not uncomfortable with anything, I'm just better than to let myself be used by lameos like you!"

"As I was saying, since you're not comfortable, we were thinking we would give you the chance to opt out."

"Opt out?" Indigo asked. "What do you mean, opt out?"

Sunset gestured to Twilight, who held up a Canterlot High cheerleader uniform on a hanger.

"Put on this uniform, do a cheer for CHS while we record it, and you can skip whatever perverted game we had planned for you," Sunset explained, though the smile on her face suggested she knew Indigo would never agree to this offer.

"Uh-huh. Absolutely not. No way. You wouldn't get me to wear Canterlot High's slutty cheerleader outfit in a million years."

Twilight held the outfit close to her chest and mumbled, pouting. "It's not slutty.".

"Are you sure we can't convince you to change your mind?" Sunset asked.

"Absolutely. Positive," Indigo said with disgust, arching her brow and regarding Sunset with
suspicion.

"Indigo, I think this would go a lot faster and a lot easier for all of us if you would just agree to wear the outfit and record the video."

"Are your ears plugged up or something? I said, no! I wouldn't be caught dead in that outfit. Plus, do you think I would ever let myself be seen in one of your school outfits? There's no way I'm letting the other Shadowbolts see me in anything other than a Crystal Prep uniform. Unlike some people, I'm not a traitor to my school." She glared at Twilight.

Twilight glared right back. "You might want to watch your mouth, you sack of filth. I'm not someone an expert on peer pressure has any room go mouthing off about traitors."

"Okay!" Sunset said, subtly adjusting her position so it looked like she was just walking around, but in actuality she was placing herself between Twilight and Indigo. "I think that's enough catty insults for now. What matters now is that we know Indigo Zap doesn't want to take the easy way out. And that's fine."

Sunset's worried smile relaxed into a more pleased and perverted one.

"The other way may not be easy, but it sure is more fun!"

"What kind of fun would that be, you-" Indigo's latest insult was cut off by a distraction in form of all the lights going out in the house - including the ones from outside which should been coming from the sun.

"Hey!" Indigo shouted. "Who -" there were several clinks and clanks as somebody slapped something onto Indigo's body. She felt someone nimbly slip her clothes off with her barely feeling it, like some kind of clothes ninja, and felt metal objects clapped onto her body, including her tits, vagina, and ass. Something thin and long entered into her orifices and stayed there.

She heard chains rattling. Someone grabbed the chain, yanked on it, and dragged her forward.

Indigo pursed her lips, mumbling under her breath. She heard doors squeak, and saw a bright, harsh white and purple lighting emerge from what the light revealed was a cellar door.

She could make out it was Sunset who was holding her by the chin, and that her wrists were stuck inside metal collars with a chain tying them together.

Sunset and Twilight descended down the staircase, bringing Indigo with them.

At the bottom of the steps, Indigo was finally able to take stock of her new attire with the light coming from the open basement door.

“What the…” She gasped. Indigo confirmed that every stitch of clothing, from her top down to her socks, had been removed and been replaced with a set of silvery metal bra cups, a matching metal codpiece, and the cuffs on her wrists that she had noticed earlier with similar restraints on her thighs and ankles, all connected to each other with locks and lengths of chain. As she stumbled forward into the basement, Indigo pieced together the full feeling in both her ass and cunt were vibrators.

The inside of the basement looked like an entertainment center, with a number of different activities set up around them. There was an arcade machine with harsh neon lighting coming from it. Occasionally it would make an obnoxious noise, like "Play to win!" and

"You're a winner!" There were also a few wooden structures like those in a gym, like a balance beam and hoops hanging from bars.

"What is this?" Indigo asked, already frustrated and tired of being here.

"Welcome to the playroom," Sunset said. Indigo turned around and was exasperated, but not surprised to see Sunset was now wearing see through robe, beneath which she wore a dominatrix outfit, wearing nothing but a black corset with matching silk panties, gloves, and thigh high boots with flame patterns to them. And oddly, a top hat.

"The playroom," Indigo repeated, annoyed. "How many brain cells do you expend thinking up that? Fifty? One hundred? More?"

"More than you expend in a day, that's for sure," Twilight remarked cattily.

"Ooh, and the wallflower gets in a good one!"

"I'll get in a lot more if you don't shut up and let my girlfriend - I mean, friend with benefits explain the rules to you."

"The rules are simple," Sunset said. "Inside the chastity set on your breasts and vagina are stimulators that turn on automatically, and that I can activate with this remote."
Sunset raised the remote up. Indigo, acting on instinct and clearly not thinking, lunged for it, but Sunset repelled her with a kick to the gut, followed by one to the thigh. Indigo stumbled and groaned in pain. What, was Sunset a regular ninja in addition to being a clothes ninja? Those kicks hurt. If she wasn't a ninja, she definitely knew martial arts.

"As I was saying," Sunset said, "I can control the vibrators with this remote. When I push the
button, it will stimulate you slightly."

Sunset pressed the red button with her thumb. Indigo was unprepared for the stimulating tingling sensations that appeared on her nipples and crotch, even less so for the twin rhythmic buzzing rods inside her crotch and as.

"I can make the vibrations more and more intense by adjusting the dials here," Sunset pointed to the side of the remote. "The machine will make you edge closer and closer but just shy of orgasm, and we’re not going to let you get any further than the edge, we’re not even going to let you come down from it. What you have to do, Indigo, is complete these challenges and get tickets. When you earn enough tickets ... I will let you cum."

"You don't 'let' me do anything," Indigo said. "I do what I want! But, if it'll get you, your sick girlfriend, and the rest of those idiot friends of mine that you've brainwashed off my back, I
guess I'll play your dumb game."

"Oh dear," Twilight said. "You shouldn't talk about your friends like that. She's hopeless, isn't she?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Sunset said. "We'll never know unless we try."

"All right, all right," Indigo Zap said, casting her gaze through the various challenges throughout the room. "So, which one of these lame games do you perverts want me to do first?"

"Your choice," Sunset said with a bow.
"Spare me your false humility." Indigo reviewed her options. "There. That one."

The dart board. She’d always been good at darts. Especially when she taped a picture of someone she hated to the board.

"Coming right up," Sunset said, as she escorted Indigo towards the board. And, Indigo noticed,
away from Twilight. Twilight stayed near the entrance.

"Hey firebrand," Zap said, "you're leaving your other half behind,"

"Is that what she is? Don't you worry your pretty little head about it," Sunset.

"Don't call me pretty. I have no interest in being part of your harem."

"That's a shame," Sunset said. "I take good care of my harem."

That was enough levity in her tone to make Indigo think she might be joking ... but Indigo wasn't going to ask.

"Now, to be fair, we're having to undo this part for the darts," Sunset applied a key to the braces around Indigo's wrists and removed them.

Indigo flexed her fingers and Sunset loaded her up with darts in hand.
Indigo shuffled the darts around, taking one into her right hand and leaving the others in her left. She reared her arm back and lined up a good throw.

When she tried to hurl the dart, the vibrator in her vagina turned on, delivering a slight bzzt that distracted her and broke her focus, making her drop the dart, where it rolled pitifully in front of her.

Indigo's jaw hung open in shock.

She never lost at darts.

Indigo turned to glare at Sunset Shimmer. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Sunset asked. "We didn't do anything that we didn't tell you that we were going to do."

Indigo's eye twitched. "Fine. Fine. Just stay out of my way for this next one."
Indigo slipped another dart to her right hand. She tensed up and forced her vagina to wink, preparing for the little vibration that would that disrupt her aim.

She moved to throw again, but was unprepared for the vibrator in her ass to start up, destroying her yet aim again.

"Ooh!" Indigo blushed when she realized a moan had escaped her mouth. She glanced over at Sunset, who had a proud smirk of victory on her face.

"You like anal, huh, Indigo? No wonder you're such a pain in the ass."

"Shut up," Indigo said. She went to throw the third dart and was surprised when no vibrations occured and she landed a bullseye. It was only 100 points, though, and she needed 300 to win, according the rules paper pinned on the wall.

She looked at the two remaining darts in her hand, then down at the metal underwear. It was probably too much to hope it had simply broken on her.

"Let's ..." Indigo said, "let's try something else."

"Right this way," Sunset said. "Anything strike your fancy?"

"The dance machine," Indigo said. If she couldn't work out a win with her hands, she might fare better with her legs, was her thought process.

Sunset brought her over, reapplied the wrist braces, then took off the ankle braces.

"Try and keep up,"Sunset said as she started up the machine.

"Please," Zap said. "I move faster on my worst day than you do on your best."

"I highly doubt that," Sunset picked a mode for the machine. "Get 50000 points to win."

"I suppose I shouldn't even bothering mentioning I'm the DDR champ between the Shadowbolts," Zap said with a smirk.

"Oh, the best of that poorly coordinated group? Gosh, what a shock."

Zap growled.

"Game's started. You're losing points."

"Crap!" Indigo redirected her attention on the screen and danced in tune with the prompts on the screen. Right, left, up, down, down, left, right, up, down ...
Indigo soon found herself easing into a steady, ease, relaxed groove.

This was DDR. This was a dance machine. It'd be a cakewalk. She had this in the bag, no matter what that haughty, prissy Sunset Shimmer thought.

Indigo got a combo going and the screen flashed and cheered whens he reached the 10000 point mark.

"Ha! Take that!" Indigo taunted while not taking her eyes off the screen.

"Oh, you're one-fifth of the way there! I'm so impressed."

"You just wait," Zap said. "I'll have ten million points by the time I'm done."

"Somehow I doubt that," Sunset said.

Indigo continued dancing, getting up to 20000 points with ease, then 30000, then ...

"Hrk." Indigo lunched when the vibrator in her ass revved up. It felt like a drill was spinning through her. She missed several steps as a result of the interruption.

"No, no, no," Zap wailed as her high score went down. She stuck her tongue out and tried to dance through the stimulation. As her score went down, the vibrations eased up, whenever she looked to be in reach of passing the 30000 mark, they acted up again.

"You can't beat me, Sunset!" Indigo shouted with defiance. "Not like this!"

She managed to ignore the vibrations and get all the way up to 40000, but then the vibrator in her pussy turned on along with, to her surprise, one positioned right on top of her clit. She felt just on the brink of orgasm and like her hips were going to vibrate out of alignment.

She moaned and panted. Her cunt was winking now, wet, but it wouldn't give her the satisfaction of orgasm. It wouldn't let her get over the edge.

"Had enough?" Sunset asked.

"Never," Indigo growled, though any intimidation factor she might have was undone by the panting her voice.

"I'll give you a minute before the next one, if you need it," Sunset said. "And some water, too. We're perverted and unusual, but we're not cruel."

"Are you sure?" Twilight asked.

"Twilight!" Sunset snapped.

"I'm just saying, maybe an energy drink would be better."

"No, Twilight, because we want her to stay hydrated, not have to spend the next fours in the
bathroom."

Twilight gave a sheepish grin. It had something Indigo didn't like about it more so than usual.

"Argh!" Indigo cried out, placing her face into her hands as the machine timed out and gave her best high score as a measly 35000 points.

"If you want to give up now, I'm giving you the opportunity to do so," Sunset said, leaning against the side of the machine with her damned smirk on her face.

Indigo heaved her breath out to control her temper. She wanted to throttle Sunset, but something, likely the lingering soreness at her stomach and thigh, told her that would be a bad idea. Most people who wore leather blazers regularly knew a thing or two about fighting, and Twilight could easily sneak up on her and hit over the head with a pipe or something.

"No," Indigo answered. "No, I'm not ready to give yet. What were the other challenges again?"

"We have a balance beam and a push up mat, and a stationary bike."

"Take me to the mat."

"With pleasure."

"And knock that off," Indigo said. "I don't care for your whole false humility act."

"Oh, all right. If you insist."

Sunset grabbed Indigo by the shoulders and steered her towards the exercise mat. She reattached the ankle braces, but removed the ones on Zap's hands.

"So what's the trick here, huh?" Indigo asked. "It is the mat coated with slime? Does it have some kind of aphrodisiac on it that will turn me into a horny slut?"

"No, no, it's just a mat. A mat you have to do pushups on while dealing with the vibrators. Twilight! Write that aphrodisiac thing down, though, I want to use that in the future."

"Can do."

Indigo rolled her eyes. "Don't you two ever get tired of being freaks?"

"Don't you ever get tired of being a sarcastic jackass whose friends barely tolerate her?"

"Touche."

Indigo took a deep breath. She moved to get down on the mat.

"Wait!" Sunset said.

"Oh for Pete's sake, what now?" Indigo snapped.

"You'll want to do some stretching and warm up exercises before doing the pushups. Remember, we don't want to hurt you, just tease you for a bit."

"Oh, shoot, yeah, that's a good point." Indigo corrected her posture and did some stretches with her free arms and a few crunches and twists. She then got back down on the mat.

"So, how long have you two been dating?" Indigo asked as she positioned herself for push-ups.

"We're not really dating per se. Not yet," Twilight said.

"Mh-hmm," Indigo lowered herself, her chin touching the floor. She raised herself up with minimal difficulty, sticking her tongue as she focused.

"How many of these do I have to do to win?"

"Twenty-five."

"Oh. That's easy. Prepare to be amazed."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Sunset said.

Indigo easily got up to five, ten, pushups, but when she got to number eleven, the vibrators in her outfit turned again, stimulating her clit, ass, and nipples.

Indigo yelped when the vibrations went through her. Her hands shook unsteadily underneath her.
She looked up at Sunset with a defiant glare, her desire to win only increased by the smug, satisfied look in Sunset's face.

Stupid Sunset, Indigo thought. Thinks she's so great and so smart. Well, I'll show her. Her and Twilight. I'll beat this challenge and then-

Indigo's thoughts were interrupted when the vibrations near her breasts traveled to the rest of her chest and made her arms fall out from under her, dropping her and making her eat a face full of mat.

"I would ask if you've had enough of this, but I think we both know what the answer to that is going to be at this point," Sunset said.

"Not a chance," Indigo said. "Where was I? Twelve?"

"Eleven, actually. Don't go and try to change the numbers on me."

"Worth a shot," Indigo grunted. She lowered herself. Her eyes twitched from the vibrators in her abdomen. It felt like a drill was going through her ass. She wondered how in the heck she was supposed to focus when she had this distracting her. It wasn't even that pleasant ... yet.

With a mighty grunt, Indigo pushed herself up. As she did, the vibrators increased in intensity, and Indigo felt her snatch winking again.

She dropped again, but completed the pushup, moving her count up to eleven.

Just focus, Indigo thought. That's all you have to do, just focus.

She managed to work her way through the next eight pushups, getting all the way up to
nineteen while the vibrators stimulated her.

She got to nineteen and they slowed to a near stop.

This made her wary. She glanced at Sunset again, who didn't seem to notice the vibrators had
changed their speed.

Indigo pushed up again. The vibrators turned back on when she reached the peak of her pushup, threatening to knock her back, delivering pulsing, intense stimulation to various areas of her body. They turned themselves off a few minutes, then back on again, alternating the pleasure in rhythmic beats. The gaps between made the vibration so much
more pleasurable, and she couldn't handle it.

She dropped again, her arms splaying out to the side, panting as she was stimulated.

"Oh, please, please," Indigo groaned, reaching for her crotch to help it along, only to be thwarted by the metal underwear. "Oh, please. I want to cum already ..."

"Do you give up?" Sunset teased with a grin.

Indigo panted a bit, then focused her gaze on Sunset and the grin she had that just made Indigo angry.

"No," Indigo groaned, pushing herself into an upright position. She was unsteady on her face, but she made eye contact with Sunset. The vibrators died down, and she could focus better. "No way. Not in a million years."

"At the rate you're going, we're going to be here for that long," Sunset quipped. "Oh, but
look at that. You failed to beat three out of five of the challenges, so we're going to have to start over for a second round."

"Bring it on," Indigo said defiantly, resting a hand on her thigh, close to where she had recently been pleased. Sunset observed the hand, and how close it was to the crotch, with interest.

"If you say so," Sunset said. "Which one do you want to try next?"

"Darts. I've always been good at darts."

"I'm sure you are," Sunset said as she helped Zap towards the goal. "Maybe when all this is over, we can play a normal match against each other."

"Please. Once I get these chains off, I'd beat you easily."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Sunset said. "I do know my way around sharp objects."
Indigo looked at Sunset with concern, and perhaps a hint of fear.

"I'm kidding... Mostly."

"You're not actually like, a serial killer or something, are you?"

"No! Though I suppose I might be a vampire or a succubus ... Indigo, I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Sunset added when she saw the disgusted look in Indigo's eyes.

"No more jokes," Indigo said. "This time, I'm beating these challenges."

"Sure you are," Twilight remarked from the other side of the room.

Sunset set Indigo up, giving her the same five darts as before. Indigo reared her arm back, feinted a throw, then threw for real, getting a bullseye on the first hit.

"That's more like it," Indigo remarked. She grunted when the vibrators on her nipples turned
on to distract her.

"No. No. Not this time. This time, I'm ... winning!"

Indigo heaved with all her might to throw another bullseye, but the anal vibrator buzzed loudly between her buttcheeks, throwing her arm of so bad the dart hit the wall instead of the board.

Indigo's eye twitched. She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I don't suppose you'll be wanting me to pay to fix any damages I might do to your wall?"
Indigo asked.

"Now that just wouldn't be fair. Don't worry about it. We'll fix it. But, I'll give you a gift card if
you can make a sculpture of Twilight's face using the darts."

"I'm good, but I'm not that good. Plus, gift cards are a lame gift anyway."

"True," Sunset nodded thoughtfully, glancing at Indigo’s left hand, and seeing that there were only two darts in it. “Looks like you dropped a dart.”.

"Where did it go?" Indigo looked around and saw the missing dart had rolled by her feet.
She must have dropped it when she got buzzed in the arse again.

Sighing, she picked the dart up and moved to throw it again, bracing herself for her inevitable failure.

She feigned a throw, and then feigned twice. She thought, maybe, if she kept it up, she could trick whatever triggers the vibrators used to judge when they should turn on. If she could pull that off, maybe she could actually start beating the challenges.

She feigned thrice, four, five times. Sunset noticed, staring at Indigo with confusion.

Ha, Indigo thought. She thinks she's so in control, but she's got no idea what I'm up to.
Indigo moved for the final feint and for her first real, actual throw, but seconds before the dart left her hand, her vaginal vibrator turned on high, throwing her aim off again.
Worse than that, she'd been expecting the anal vibrator to be the one. She'd been bracing
herself for that and probably could have muscled through that distraction. But the suit almost seemed alive, like it was sensing her movements, learning her patterns, reacting and adaptiving its own patterns to suit the needs of any given situation.

"Hup ... but ... I ... how did it ..." Indigo clutched the sides of her head. She rounded on Sunset. "You. You cheated somehow! I faked this suit out like six times and somehow it still knew when I was going to throw for real!"

"Does that count as cheating?" Sunset asked. "It sounds like it's just got a really smart AI to me. Or maybe magic." She waved her hands in the air, just to rub in the insufferable indignity for Indigo.

"Heck of a thing for a Shadowbolt to accuse someone of cheating," Twilight remarked. "Gosh, I wonder where she might have gotten that idea from."

"Don't you start with me, Twilight," Indigo said. "I've got better things to do than to be lectured by a traitor about fairness."

"And I've gotten better things to do than sit around in Sunset's musty old basement trying to teach a smart-mouthed sore loser like you about friendship, yet here I am anyway!"

"Ladies, ladies!" Sunset said. "Can't we all just ... calm down and ... try to get through this without being at each other's throats?"

"I'll try," Twilight said, leaning against the wall. "If Solomon the Wise over here can learn to dial it back a little."

"I cannot guarantee that I will not possibly throw a dart in Twilight's direction," Indigo said.

"Indigo, I've done my best to be patient with you, but so you so much as suggest pointing a sharp object at Twilight or any of my friends again, I swear to Celestia that I will rip out your spleen with my bare hands."

"Ha! That's a good one, Sun ... set," Indigo said, only to look Sunset in the face and tell she wasn't joking.

"Let's try the DDR machine again," Indigo said, deciding to forgo the exercise bike.

"Aren't you just going in the same loop you did before?" Twilight said. "Haven't you heard the definition of insanity is trying the same thing twice and expecting a different result?"

"Okay, okay. The balance beam, then."

Sunset brought Indigo off, adjusted the chains to the appropriate setup to give her a fighting chance.

Indigo climbed on the balance beam and walked a few steps.

She was surprised when they were no caveats or perverted additions to the challenge, just walk from one end of the beam to the other without falling off.

Sunset watching her made Indigo nervous, but she was supposed it was better than having no around to catch her if she fell.

Indigo made it through most of the beam without incidents, but the anal vibrator turned up when she got close to the finish.

"Grr." Indigo gritted her teeth.

"Come on, Indigo!" Sunset cheered, and for a moment it seemed like she was really in Indigo's camp and wanted her to win. "You can do it!"

"I can do it," Indigo said. But she took another step was forced to deal with the odd sensation of only one of her nipple vibrators turning on, making her boob fat jiggle under the metal cup.

"Come on!" Sunset cheered.

Indigo's next step, the other nipple turned, and the next, the vaginal and clitoral ones. She panted, getting close to the edge.

"Oh, please," Indigo was reduced to begging again. She walked forward, but lost her balance and fell off.

Sunset was there to catch her.

"Unf!" Indigo groaned, hoping the vibrators would end her torment and just - just let her cum, damn it.

But no. The vibrators turned off the moment Sunset caught her arms.

"Okay." Indigo said. "I admit it. I can't do it. I can't beat this challenge. Not when these damn vibrators keep almost making me cum, but not getting quite there. I ... I give up."
Indigo slumped to the floor in defeat.

"Well, I'm glad you've learned your lesson," Sunset said.

"What lesson?" Indigo asked. She wanted to add something sarcastic along the lines, that you two are freaks? but she was so tired and horny at this point she just wanted to get it over with.

"That sometimes, being stubborn doesn't pay off," Sunset said.

"I thought we were supposed to teach that loyalty has its price?" Twilight asked.

"What? No. How does that at all relate to what we put her through?" Sunset said.

Twilight shrugged. "I'm just glad to finally get to the good part. Unchain her for me, would you?"

Twilight dropped her skirt, and Indigo was taken aback to see her a large, golden, gawdy strap-on wrapped around her crotch.

Indigo looked up at Sunset expecting her to have stripped and wear the same strap-on, but instead Sunset was just staring with a slack-jawed expression. Apparently Twilight hadn't pre-cleared the strap-on with her.

"How long have you been wearing that?" Sunset asked.

"Few hours. Why?"

"Never mind," Sunset said.

"Okay, Indigo," Twilight said. "Now that you've been thoroughly ... let's say tamed, I want to get on your knees for me."

"Yes, mistress," Indigo said, easing into the role of the sub rather breezily given her defiance till now. She presented her ass to Twilight, standing on all fours like a dog.

"Come here, you," Twilight said, grabbing Indigo by the buttcheeks and slowly, teasingly inserting her strapon inside.
Indigo's eyes fluttered. After all the teasing and vibration and denial from the metal suit, it was such a relief for Twilight to just give her a straightforward pounding, no games, no strings attached, just their flesh rubbing against each other in carnal desire.

'Carnal desire'? Indigo thought. When I did I get so flowery?

She grunted from Twilight's thrusting her hips forward.

"Care to join me, Sunset?" Twilight asked with a flirtatious look at Sunset.

"I don't know," Sunset said. "You look like you have pretty well handled ... oh, what the heck. What's the harm?" Sunset got on her knees and cupped Indigo's chin. "The only question, do I want to eat out your pussy, or do I want you to eat out mine?"

"I don't suppose I get a say in this?" Indigo asked.

"Your suggestions will be taken under advisement," Sunset said, smiling.

"I'd much rather you eat out my pussy," Indigo said.

"All the more reason for Sunset to make you eat our hers," Twilight said. "Come on, Sunset! Make circus ringleader swallow your cum like the whore she is!" On the W-word, Twilight jerked hard, pressing her strap-on deep into Indigo's ass.

"I think I'll pass," Sunset said. "I think she's suffered enough. She deserves a reward for managing to go through with all of this, even though she kinda didn't want to and complained the whole way through. She did it, didn't she?"

"Getting to swallow your cum is a reward," Twilight said moonfully.

"Please stop," Indigo said. "You're just embarrassing yourself now."

"I don't remember asking for your advice," Twilight said, thrusting harshly into Indigo’s ass.

"Actually, Twilight ... I think she's right," Sunset said. "You have a little ... rowdier than usual today."

"I'm sorry, Sunset," Twilight said. "I guess I just can't get over how beautiful you are. And ... maybe I am savoring the element of revenge to this a little more than is healthy." She jerked against Indigo Zap again, then pulled out, to Indigo's displeasure.

"Oh, come on!" Indigo cried out indignantly. "It's not enough for you to tease me while I'm doing your challenge, but now you have to do it afterwards as well!?"

"Don't worry, Indigo," Sunset said, crawling underneath Indigo. "Just relax and let Sunset Shimmer make all your dreams come true."

"My dream is to be over and done with this," Indigo said, getting a little of her fire back.

"We're almost there," Sunset assured her, patting the inside of Indigo's thighs while Twilight lightly prodded her puckered entrance with the tip of the strap-on. "Just hold on a little longer, and then we'll finish, and you can go on home."

"About time," Indigo said, sounding bitter, but she gave a pleased moan when Sunset's tongue pierced into her vagina.

Sunset's tongue swished back and forth like it was a cleaner looking for dirt. Sunset pressed it up into Indigo's cunt as far as it would go, and when she hit a stop, she took her fingers and parted Indigo's folds to get just that extra millimeter in as Twilight resumed pumping into Indigo’s ass.

Indigo panted, her cunt winking from the pleasure brought by Twilight riding her ass and Sunset eating her out. Sunset seemed to know just where to touch, where to press with both her fingers and tongue, to get the most amount of pleasure for the least amount of effort.

Sugarcoat is right, Indigo thought. She's had to have done this before.

Indigo panted, eyelids fluttering, as Twilight continued ride her, teasing her by sometimes taking out the strap-on completely, sometimes driving as far as in as she could, sometimes entering, but only halfway, before pulling out again.

Sunset remained mostly consistent. But just like the vibrators, she stopped when she sensed Indigo getting too close to the edge.

Damn it, Indigo thought. What is with this girl and making me suffer so much!?

She'd been teased and tortured by the vibrators she was desperate for some kind of release, any release at all. If it would get her to orgasm, to cum, she would get down on her knees and clean Sunset's kitchen floor with her tongue at this point.

Sunset reached up and grabbed Indigo by the thighs, then pressed her tongue back in. Indigo hoped that was a sign they were nearing the end.

Twilight went in and out and in and out a few more times, before entering again and going slowly ... slowly, inching the strap-on into Indigo's ass inch by inch, rotating her hips to grind the shaft all along her inner walls.

"Okay," Twilight said. "She's close, Sunset Shimmer. Real close. I'm going to wait for your signal for when you think she's ready, and then I'll finish her off, okay?"

Sunset didn't reply, making Indigo wonder if she heard Twilight, and, in turn, if this blasted torment was ever going to end. Maybe she was actually in a supernatural illusion, and this was to be her eternal punishment for some misdeed done against a fairy or sprite or something.

Indigo's entire body contracted when Sunset found a sensitive spot inside her vagina. She contracted again when Sunset ran over it a second and third time.

Sunset's hand left her thigh, and Indigo didn't know where it went. She was half afraid to know.

Twilight resumed riding her hard, pushing the strap-on deep again and jockeying around, treating Indigo like she was a horse.

Oh! Yes, yes, please, please! Indigo thought. I'm going to ... I'm finally going to ...

That was the last conscious thought Indigo had, as her mind went blank alongside her vision while she came and passed out with a silent scream, her body locked up and her jaw opened as if to scream, but all that came out was a pitiful rasping noise. Her teased and abused cunt squirted furiously into Sunset's face, drenching cum all over it and giving it a slick, shiny appearance. Twilight blushed out of jealousy, thinking it should be her cum painted on Sunset's face.

But she had to put those feelings aside, as Indigo, unconscious, collapsed, landing on
Sunset, who grunted from the impact. Indigo's wet vagina rubbed the tip of Sunset's nose, which was an unusual sensation for Sunset, and not one she thought she would look to have again.

Twilight rolled Indigo off of Sunset, and working together, they carried her up to Sunset's bathroom and set her down in the tub to wash her off.

Author's Note

Quite honestly, I expected this chapter to be harder than it was to write.

Twilight sure seems snippy with Indigo Zap. I wonder what's going on there?

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Prologue

Twilight Sparkle grumbled when she woke up this Saturday. The day itself was fine, but her sleep had been fine too, and she’d rather have liked to have gone back to it. But after trying to do as much, she found that she was unsuccessful and that she couldn’t return to snoozeland, so she reluctantly got up from her bed and went to perform her morning rituals.

She stared at herself in her bathroom mirror, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Her bra wasn’t fitting right, as if it was half a size too small, but that couldn’t be right. She’d just bought it a week ago.

“What?” Twilight put her glasses on and inspected her reflection. Either she was going crazy, or her rack had grown by a tiny but not insignificant margin. She cupped her boob and played with it a little, feeling if it weighed more than she remembered it weighing, which it did.

Twilight sighed. Guess I’ll have to make another shopping trip soon.

It doesn’t make any sense, Twilight thought to herself as she just brushed her teeth. I just bought this bra like, three days ago! How could this have happened?

Come to think of it, her memory had been a little blurry lately, a little foggy. Sometimes she forgot small things, like remembering to pack an apple when she headed for school that morning, or that she had scheduled to meet with her friends this or that weekend, and whether it was for ice cream or frozen yogurt. But still, it was mostly small stuff. The kind of things that it made sense for an asocial bookworm like herself to forget. But her bra size? That seemed troubling that she couldn’t remember that, nor could she remember going through a growth spurt recently. But boobs don’t lie, sense they were just sacks of flesh and fat, and hers were heavier than before.

She didn’t think she was the type to get implants … then again, they did feel natural, just heavier than she expected. She really couldn’t remember her own measurements?

“Ugh,” Twilight groaned. “I need to get my mind off this.” She finished up the rest of her morning routine, though every now and again she was struck with a perverted urge to play with her boobs again. She resisted it, however, and kept about her day while trying to make notes about when the urges struck, how often they struck, and how long they lasted.

After drying off from her shower, Twilight got on her phone and called the first person that came to mind who might be able to help her out.

“Hello?” Twilight asked when the phone beeped affirmatively that the person on the other end had picked up the call. “Sunset Shimmer?”

“Hello, Twilight, it’s me,” Sunset answered, “what are you up to? What makes you call me at this time of day?”

“I’ve just been a little out of sorts lately,” Twilight said, “I was hoping I could use a friend to take my mind off things.”

“And by friend you mean me.”

“Pretty much.”

“No worries, Twi. I got you covered. I was about to talk a long walk through the neighborhood. Why don’t we find somewhere to meet and you can join me?”

“That sounds wonderful,” Twilight answered, blushing intensely.

“Great! I’ll see you soon. Bye!”

The phone hung up, and Twilight didn’t care. She was going to take a long walk with Sunset Shimmer. Just her and Sunset, out on the street, alone, together, with nobody but each other for company. Twilight didn’t know why it made her heart beat so much, but it did. She didn’t think she was attracted to Sunset, but … and there was another thing, too. There was another part of her. A part that was angry at Sunset Shimmer. Angry at Sunset for … for … for something. Twilight couldn’t remember what, and she reasoned that if she couldn’t remember what she was mad about, then it really wasn’t worth being angry about in the first place, in all likelihood. The fact that this was yet another thing she couldn't remember was something she paid no mind to. She was just glad to hang out with Sunset.

Twilight finished getting dressed and headed out to meet with Sunset, meeting at a halfway point between their houses.

“Hey, Twilight,” Sunset waved her hand. “You feeling okay?”

“Fine,” Twilight said, insisting that her little memory lapses were nothing serious, just the forgetfulness that plagues everyone from time to time.

“You sure?” Sunset asked, reaching over and placing an arm on Twilight’s shoulder.

“I’m sure,” Twilight said. “Let’s walk.”

They walked down the sidewalk. Twilight was off in her own little world, so it didn’t register until after a few blocks were past that Sunset still had her hand on Twilight’s shoulder.

“Sunset, could you take your hand off me?” Twilight asked. “I don’t mind you being affectionate every now and then, but someone’s going to look at us and think we’re a couple or something.”

“Right,” Sunset nervously took her hand away. She sounded disappointed, as if she wanted them to be a couple, but Twilight being her asocial self, she didn’t pick up on it.

They continued their walk in silence for a few more blocks before coming up on Canterlot High.

“The school sure looks peaceful on weekends, doesn’t it?” Twilight mused as they past. “No students going in or out of there making any noise.”

“Yeah,” Sunset said. “I imagine it’s a lot more peaceful looking when there’s not some monster or something trying to take over the world every other week.”

“Heh. There sure does seem to be a lot of those, aren’t there?” Twilight replied.

“Equestria is a very magical place,” Sunset said, resting her arms behind her head. “This place is kinda like a mirror Equestria. Maybe it’s just as magical, but it’s taken it awhile to catch up to where Equestria was when I first left it.”

“Gosh, I hope not,” Twilight said, adjusting her glasses. When that proved insufficient, she took them off and wiped the lenses with her shirt before replacing them. “I don’t think I could handle living in a world with as much magic as Equestria.”

“It has its benefits,” Sunset said. “Of course, this is nice, too.” She looked around and pointed

Twilight’s attention at a tree which had just dropped a green leaf.

“Autumn must be coming early this year,” Twilight mused.

“Or maybe it just got knocked off,” Sunset said. “Who knows?”

“Sunset, stop.” Twilight put a hand out to block Sunset, accidentally groping Sunset in the process. Sunset’s teeth digging into her lip and her blush suggested she was trying hard not to let it show that she didn’t mind.

Sunset cleared her throat and focused. “What is it, Twilight?”

“My old classmates,” Twilight answered, pointing ahead, where the Shadowbolts were loitering around in a circle, discussing something between themselves.

“What are the Shadowbolts doing at Canterlot High?” Sunset asked. “On a weekend?”

“I don’t know,” Twilight said, “and frankly, I’d rather not find out. Let’s walk a different way.”

Twilight turned to walk in the other direction, but Lemon Zest noticed her and pointed her out to the group.

“Twilight!” Indigo Zap called. She and the Shadowbolts ran up to her. “Twilight, wait up. We need to talk to you.”

Twilight froze. Her arms shook with rage, but she controlled herself and turned around. “What could you possibly have to talk to with me about?”

“Funny you should ask,” Sour Sweet said. “You see, the truth is ... “

“We had been wondering …” Sugarcoat said.

“That is, to say …” Indigo said

All of the Shadowbolts kept on like this, muttering, mumbling, trailing off and never actually getting to the point.

“What is it!?” Twilight snapped. “Tell me what it is and why I should listen to anything you bullies have to say, or am I turning this horse around right now and walking that way!”

“But that’s just it!” Lemon Zest said. “We don’t want to be bullies anymore!”

Twilight tilted her head. “You … don’t?”

“Yeah,” Indigo said.

“After the Friendship Games, we all realized what a horrible person Cinch is and deliberately creates an atmosphere of competition so she can control the students of Crystal Prep, and we decided we didn’t want to be like that and play her game anymore,” Sugarcoat said. “You transferred from Crystal Prep to Canterlot High. You got out and stopped being in a toxic and negative relationship with everyone around you. We were hoping maybe you could teach us how to do the same thing. How to … be good friends. How to be good people.”

“I don’t know,” Twilight said.

“Yes!” Sunset answered. “Yes. Yes. Absolutely yes. We would love to help you.”

“Uh, Sunset?” Twilight said nervously. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Of course!” Sunset slapped Twilight on the shoulder. “It’s a wonderful idea! We’ll be the best of friends.”

The Shadowbolts all looked at each other, then at Sunset. They resumed hemming and hawing and stuttering and muttering.

“Thank you,” Sugarcoat finally blurted out, “for giving us a chance.”

“No problem,” Sunset said. “What are friends for?”

The Shadowbolts all turned to leave, leaving the school together in a huddled mass of dark plaid clothes.

“Sunset, this is a terrible idea!” Twilight hissed. “Why would you agree to this? Do you have any idea how mean they were to me? How much they bullied me? I mean, it was practically their fault I turned into Midnight Sparkle!”

“Twilight, believe me, I know,” Sunset said seriously. “But I also know that bullies can change, if
they’re willing. Take it from experience. I used to be just like them. Arrogant, haughty … thinking I was better than everyone else. But I know better now. Twilight - uh, the other Twilight - Princess Twilight - showed me the magic of friendship and taught me a better way. I’m just passing it on.”

“Mm, alright,” Twilight said. “But I still don’t entirely believe them. What if it’s a trick? What if Cinch put them up to it?”

“Whoa, calm down there, Twilight,” Sunset said. “You’re starting to sound a little paranoid. I guess maybe their bullying got to you worse than I thought.”

Twilight sighed. “No, it’s not that. That’s just what Crystal Prep does to you. Makes you suspicious, paranoid … thinking that there’s always someone out to get you, someone out to sabotage you and make sure you don’t get your way.” Twilight brushed her hand across her forehead.

“I’m sorry, Sunset,” Twilight said. “Suddenly I don’t feel like walking anymore.”

‘Are you sure?” Sunset asked.

“Yes,” Twilight said. “I just want to go home and read a good book. Maybe think about what we’re doing to do with the Shadowbolts.”

“I’ll come with you,” Sunset said eagerly, “if that’s okay, of course?”

“That’s fine. I could probably use the company. Somebody needs to make sure I eat instead of just reading books all day.”

“Trust me, I know the feeling,” Sunset said. The two of them had a good laugh.

Twilight and Sunset returned to Twilight’s house. Twilight settled in and got comfy, getting a book for a companion to join her in her bean bag chair she kept inside her study.

Sunset joined her, sitting with her legs crossed on the floor. She inspected Twilight's rooms, examining the bookshelves and all the books Twilight had on them on various different subjects.

All Twilights were the same, Sunset mused. Whoever they were, wherever they wore, they shared the ability to get passionate about reading a good book, no matter how dull, dense, boring
or plain inane subject matter.

“Nice place you got here,” Sunset said. “It all yours?”

“Shining Armor helps pay the rent,” Twilight said.

“Of course he does. You know, I gotta say, I didn’t take you for the type to enjoy bean bag chairs, Twilight.”

“Shining Armor insisted on it,” Twilight said. “He said someone who reads books as much as I do needs ‘various ways of setting to make it easier on their backs.’”

“Mm,” Sunset said. “Must be nice, having an older brother to look for you like that.”

“It has its advantages,” Twilight answered with a smile.

“Could I find something to read?” Sunset asked, getting up.

“Sure,” Twilight said. She popped her nose out of her book. “Oh, but whatever you do, don’t go into the backshelf. That’s Shining Armor’s private … collection.” Twilight’s eyes widened when she saw had lost track of Sunset among the shelves. “Sunset? Did you hear me?”

“What? Oh, yeah, sure, whatever,” Sunset answered. She proceeded to bump into a shelf and knock a few books over. “Ow.”

“Sunset! Are you okay?” Twilight threw her book into the bean bag and ran towards the noise.

“Yeah,” Sunset answered, rubbing her sore shoulder, but standing. “Just wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and smacked my shoulder on the edge of the shelf. Here, I’ll clean this mess up.” Sunset got on her knees and began picking up books.

Twilight gasped, realizing they were in the exact section Twilight didn’t want them to go. “Oh no. Shining’s private collection!”

“It’s fine, Twilight,” Sunset said. “I heard you. I wasn’t actually going to read any of them, I was just on my way to another shelf when I bumped into it. Besides, how bad could it be? It’s not like Shining Armor has …” Sunset trailed off, noticing the title of the book she was holding.

“Anything naughty like … 101 Tips and Tricks For How To Treat Your Leather Slave?”

‘What?” Twilight asked.

Sunset set the other books she was holding down and flipped through the book. “Apparently it’s a bondage book. I didn’t think Shining Armor would be into bondage.”

“What? No way. My brother would never be into weird stuff like this.”

“Don’t kink-shame, Twilight.”

“Let me see,” Twilight swiped the book out of Sunset Shimmer’s hands and skimmed through it, before flipping through the pages. She walked back and forth, reading the book in earnest. She giggled.

“Twilight?” Sunset asked.

Twilight closed the book with an authoritative slam. She turned to Sunset with a wicked grin on her face. “Sunset, I just had an idea about what we can do with the Shadowbolts.”

“I both do and do not like where this is going,” Sunset said. “Do, because I’m ready to get freaky, and don’t, because I have concerns about possible ethical violations.”

“Don’t worry, Sunset,” Twilight opened the book up again. “We’re not gonna hurt them. Well, maybe we will after I read this chapter on pain …”

Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, Indigo, Sour Sweet, and Sunny Flare were called into into Twilight’s house. They sat at the dining table, awaiting their hostess.

Twilight and Sunset entered through the door, Twilight wearing her old Crystal Prep uniform and attempting to look dignified.

“Why are we here?” Sugarcoat asked her. Lemon Zest nudged her in the elbow. “Ow. I mean … ahem. May I please ask why we are here?”

“I suppose you’re all wondering why I’ve called you here today,” Twilight announced as if she didn’t hear Sugarcoat. “You see, the explanation is very simple. You have all expressed the desire to become better people. I’m not sure I believe you. I’m not sure I buy it. It could be a trick. It could be a ploy that Cinch put you up to to get revenge on me for running the Friendship Games for her.”

“Or it could be an honest attempt but people who realized they’ve done wrong to try and improve themselves and become better people,” Sunset interjected.

“Silence,” Twilight said, holding out her hand. “Now, if there’s one thing I’ve learned since leaving Crystal Prep, it’s that arrogance gets in your way of thinking. Thus, you need to learn some humility before you can learn. So I’ve figured that the best way to test if you’re being honest about your intentions is with this.”

Twilight slammed the book onto the table.

“101 Tips and Tricks For How To Treat Your Leather Slave?” Sugarcoat read aloud.

“The ultimate test of humility,” Twilight said. She scooted the book across the table to Sugarcoat.
Sugarcoat picked it open and read a few pages, blushing when she saw what the book was about.
Lemon Zest and Sunny Flare leaned and read over her shoulder.

“Each of you will spend one day with me, following the examples and rules set out in this book to the letter. If you survive, if you make it all the way through the day without quitting … then I’ll know your intentions are real, and you’re not lying.”

“You can’t expect us to do all this!” Lemon Zest protested.

“Yes, I can, and yes, I will,” Twilight said. “Of course, if you’d rather not have my help in teaching how to be better people and friends, you can all get out of my house right now and we can forget the whole thing.” Twilight examined her nails idly.

“Wow,” Indigo Zap said. “It’s like you took one look at this book and instantly gravitated towards the whole ‘dominatrix’ thing.”

Twilight chuckled. “Perhaps so. So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?” Twilight offered her hand.

The Shadowbolts looked at each other for assurance. They inhaled sharply and put their hands on top of Twilight’s, one by one.

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“Eh …”

“Come on, Indigo Zap,” Sugarcoat said.

“Fine. Deal.’ Indigo added.

“Excellent!” Twilight said. “Now, who wants to be my leather slave first?”

The Shadowbolts all looked at each other. None of them wanted to volunteer.

“I’ll do it,” Sunset offered, raising her hand.

“You’re not a Shadowbolt, Sunset,” Twilight said. “Besides, you of all people don’t need friendship lessons. Certainly not from me.”

“What if I want to be a leather slave, huh? You ever think of that?” Sunset asked.

“Do you want to?” Twilight asked.

“No. I just thought maybe I’d be make it easier for them if I volunteered,” Sunset answered.

“Tell you what,” Sugarcoat said. “We don’t have to start right now, do we? Let us conference and we’ll get back to you.”

“Fine,” Twilight said. “But make it quick. I don’t have the patience to wait forever while you drag your heels.” She left the room. Sunset gave a broad, but uncertain smile and two thumbs-up at the Shadowbolts before following Twilight out.

“So,” Sugarcoat said, tapping her fingers together, “who’s going first?”

No one answered. Some of them tried to make pitiful excuses about having band practice, or soccer practice, or needing to see a doctor for their quote-unquote ‘cephalapoditis’, which Sugarcoat knew was a bogus condition.

“Really?” Sugarcoat asked. “None of you are going to do it? If we want Twilight’s friendship lessons, we are going to have to do this.” She glanced around. “Oh, fine. Since clearly, none of you are brave enough to honor your part of a contract, I will do it.” Sugarcoat stood up and left the room, calling after Twilight. “Twilight! You have your first volunteer!”

Author's Note

Think is the first time a commissioner actually explicitly requested a prologue.

3 Course Meal, Set to Bach

Lemon Zest dressed up for her outing with Sunset and Twilight. Sunny Flare had spilled all the beans - something about ‘helping others’ - and let Lemon Zest know what was really in store for her. Not sitting around in a circle talking about feelings or whatever, or making arts and crafts, but getting down and dirty with some sex until that (somehow) translated into an actionable lesson for being a better friend.

Lemon Zest was cool with that. She was a party girl, after all. Getting freaky was right up her alley. She texted Sunset for more details, and Sunset wouldn’t provide any, but she did say they’d be doing at a different place than usual - Lemon Zest would meet them at Sunset’s house instead of Twilight’s for this occasion. That was also fine with her.

As long as she could listen to her rock music, preferably through a loudspeaker, (though she wasn’t picky) Lemon Zest was fine with whatever they decided to do to her.

Lemon Zest got on her bike and rode to Sunset's house. She was wearing special underwear for the occasion, which made her skirt feel looser than she liked and felt bizarre against the padded leather of her bicycle seat. Still, she pressed on.

She arrived on Sunset's house, dismounted the bike, and walked up to the door. She rang the doorbell.

"Hello!" Lemon Zest called. She rang the doorbell several times. "Anybody home? It's Lemon Zest from Crystal Prep! I'm here, and I'm ready to get down and-"

The door snapped open and Sunset came flying out. She clamped her hand around Lemon Zest's mouth.

"Shh!" Sunset snapped. "Do you want the whole neighborhood to hear what we're up to?"
Lemon Zest shrugged. It made no difference to her whether or not the rest of the neighborhood knew.

Sunset sighed and rolled her eyes. She took her hand off Lemon Zest's mouth.

"Just come inside," Sunset said dourly.

"Is there somewhere I can park my bike?" Lemon asked.

"Here," Sunset exited the house and took hold of the bike. "I'll take it to the garage."
Lemon Zest smiled and nodded. She went inside the house.

Twilight was standing in the living room waiting to greet her. She was just dressed in a lab coat with her hair tied back in a bun.

She adjusted her glasses and looked up at Lemon Zest. Lemon didn't know why, but something about the way the light hit the lenses made Twilight look menacing.

"Hello, Lemon Zest," Twilight said coldly.

"Hi, Twilight," Lemon said, waving at Twilight and not really picking up on the passive-aggression in Twilight's voice. "What's up?"

"Not much," Twilight said. "Do you know why you're here?"

"I'm here to be a sex doll for you and Sunset to play with while you two work out the exact nature of your relationship," Lemon Zest said coolly, making finger guns. "At least, that's how Sunny Flare put it."

"Of course she did," Twilight said, rolling her eyes again. "How charming. That's partly correct, Lemon Zest. But we're going to be something special with you today."

"You are?" Lemon Zest asked.

"Yes, we are," Twilight said. "We're going to be running an experiment about the effects of music on the human body."

"Ooh!" Lemon Zest clapped. "I love music!"

"Yes," Twilight said. "I'm aware. I can still hear that rock music you subjected me to, ringing in my ears." She glared at Lemon Zest, hunching her shoulders up like a disgruntled owl.

"Okay!" Sunset walked into the room, patting her hands back and forth. "Your bicycle's all locked up, Lemon Zest." Lemon Zest hadn't noticed the negative energy radiating out from Twilight, but Sunset did. "Whoa there, Twilight. You feeling okay?"

"Just fine," Twilight said.

"You sure? I'm picking up some bad vibes from you about this girl." She looked back and forth between Twilight and Lemon Zest. "Are you two exes or something?"

"Exes!" Lemon Zest laughed. "As if I would be caught dead dating a nerdy science dork like Twilight Sparkle!"

Twilight narrowed her eyes and grunted.

"There, there," Sunset said, taking Twilight's hand and patting her on the shoulder. "It's okay. Lemon Zest, most people, nice people, don't insult their friends by calling them dorks like that."

"Right, right," Lemon Zest said, wiping a tear of laughter from her eyes. "Whatever you say." She looked at Sunset and Twilight's posture. "Man. Sunny Flare was right. You two really are in a relationship."

At this, both Twilight and Sunset looked at themselves. They saw how the way Sunset had taken hold of Twilight's hand could easily be mistaken for the posture of many a happily married couple holding hands together, then quickly broke away from each other, facing away with blushes on their cheeks.

"Anyway," Twilight cleared her throat, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation before Lemon Zest had a chance to embarrass her any further. "Why don't we head downstairs?"

"Downstairs?" Lemon Zest asked, looking around the room. "How can we go downstairs? We're already on the first floor."

"To the basement," Twilight said impatiently.

"Easy, Twilight," Sunset said, patting Twilight's shoulder.

"Oh, duh, right," Lemon Zest. "Lead the way, you sexy bitches!"

Twilight rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Twilight," Sunset said, "you have to give her that much. We are sexy bitches."

"Well," Twilight said, "maybe you are." She looked at Sunset with a smile and blushed, then turned away when she heard Lemon Zest laughing again at how obvious her affection for Sunset was.

"Come on, Lemon Zest," Twilight said. She and Sunset turned around.

"Lemon Zest?" Twilight asked when she didn't hear a third set of footsteps behind them.

"I'm coming, just give me a second. I'm getting ready."

"Ready?" Twilight asked. She and Sunset turned back around to see Lemon Zest had half-pulled her shirt off.

"What are you doing?" Twilight asked with dismay. "Keep your shirt on!"

"But aren't you just going to make me take it off anyway?" Lemon Zest asked.

"Yes," Twilight answered, "after we get you away from the windows."

Lemon Zest's half-covered head turned towards the side of the house. "Oh yeah, good point."

She pulled the shirt back down and followed Twilight and Sunset down the hall.

Sunset brought the other two to a pair of cellar doors and threw them open.

She led down the steps and brought them inside the basement.

Sunset flicked the switch and light filled the room.

"Whoa," Lemon Zest oohed and aahed.

Sunset's basement was tricked out. There were a pair of loudspeakers on end of the room, joined by several other types of sound equipment, all of which Lemon Zest recognized, including a subwoofer and a tweeter, along with an amp for guitars and a record table, the kind used by DJ's at rave bars. There was also a few other various knick-knacks, including a large lava lamp, but Lemon Zest didn't care about those.

"Where did you get all this stuff, Sunset?" Lemon Zest asked, wandering around the room like someone in a supermarket for the first time.

"Oh, you know," Sunset said, examine her knuckles, "various odd jobs. Saving up money. Scavenging from the junkyard and the scrap shops. I'm pretty handy with a wrench, if I do say so myself." She smiled.

"So, what's the plan?" Lemon Zest asked.

'The plan?" Twilight replied with a plan. She held up a cord. "The plan is for you to learn to appreciate the taste of others," Twilight explained. She went up to Lemon Zest and took Lemon's headphones off her neck. "You won't be needing these."

"With all the sweet equipment you've got around here?" Lemon asked. "I definitely won't."

Twilight deposited Lemon Zest's headphones over on the mixing table.

"You may strip now, if you wish," Twilight said, adjusting her glasses.

"Sweet." Lemon Zest pulled her shirt off with gusto, ready and eager. She threw it down to the floor and headbanged, whipping her hair around. She added her skirt to the pile.

She was wearing a half cup corset to keep her breasts plump and steady, and some crotchless panties that looked like garters to Sunset.

"What are you wearing?" Sunset asked.

"You don't like it?" Lemon Zest asked, sounding hurt. "I knew we were gonna be in for sexy fun times, so I thought I'd dress for the occasion." She gestured her hands to herself proudly. "Are you sure you don't like it?"

"It's fine," Sunset said. "I'm just surprised, that's all. All of the other Shadowbolts hated being drawn into the sexy parts."

"Those are my favorite parts," Twilight said unprompted. "Lemon Zest, turn around, if you would."

"Sure! What'chu got for me?" Lemon Zest asked. She was puzzled when Twilight plugged a wire with a suction cup and an alligator clip into a jack, clipping it onto her nipple while attaching the suction cup to her breast. Twilight repeated the process with the other side of Lemon Zest's chest.

"What's all this?" Lemon Zest fiddled with the cord.

"You'll see," Twilight said. "Come on. This way. On the wooden horse" She grabbed hold of the cord and yanked, pulling Lemon Zest along.

"A wooden horse?" Lemon Zest scoffed. "What do you guys think I am, some dumb kid?"

“No,” Twilight said, and Lemon Zest was surprised to see something that was not a toy horse. Rather, it was a large triangular block of wood with four legs out from underneath it, like a misshapen bench. A leg spreader dangled on the underside from a chain.

"Sit on the horse, Lemon Zest," Twilight said patiently. "We can't get started until you do."

"All right, if you insist," Lemon Zest said. She reluctantly saddled up, sitting on the horse and throwing her legs over each side.

Twilight set about tying Lemon Zest’s hands behind her back and securing her to the horse. She picked up the leg spreader and clipped it onto Lemon Zest’s ankles, brining her weight down on the sloped part of the triangle and putting pressure on Lemon Zest’s crotch.

“Is this necessary?” Lemon Zest asked, feeling a little uncomfortable with being restricted.

“Yes,” Twilight said. “This is absolutely necessary for what we’re going to do today. The safeword for me to untie is ‘Cloaca’, unless you’d prefer some other word, in which case, now is the time to speak up.”

"Okay. ‘Cloaca’ is fine," Lemon Zest said. "Say, speaking of, what are we going to do today? I'm still not entirely sure." She tapped her chin and searched the room for clues.

"Listen to music," Twilight said.

"That's it?"

A thin object firmly inserted into her ass told Lemon Zest no, that was not it.

Twilight went over to the other side of Lemon Zest and lifted another wire with a rectangle strip of metal on the end of it. She inserted the strip into Lemon Zest's vagina, wiggling it inside until it was taut.

"There we go." Twilight said. She fiddled with the chain on the leg spreader to be sure it was working properly.

"Um, okay," Lemon Zest said.

Twilight went back over to the mixing table. Sunset joined her there.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Twilight said with a snarl.

Sunset patted Twilight on the shoulder. "Dial back on the dom throttle there, Snidely Whiplash. There's no need to sound so evil."

"Right, of course," Twilight said. She'd been growling a minute ago, but when she turned to Sunset, she was all sunshine and rainbows. "Still, you have to admit, it's nice to ... make things right."

Lemon Zest inferred from her tone that Twilight was going to say something nastier than 'make things right' before catching and correcting herself.

Twilight fed commands into the mixing table, adjusting dials, buttons and switches.

The sound equipment in the room came to life. Sound waves blared and traveled across the room, putting out intense guitar chords and screaming vocals from heavy metal.

"Yeah!" Lemon Zest cheered, rocking. As the sound equipment vibrated, so did the materials on her erogenous zones. The strip in her vagina shook, pleasuring her. The plug in her ass pumped in and out like a piston, rocking in tune with the music. The ‘horse’ vibrated, the music pulsing through its frame, adding additional pleasure to her crotch.

"I love this song!" Lemon Zest said, looking to Twilight with a big grin on her face. "How did you know!?"

"Call it a hunch!" Twilight shouted, raising her voice to speak over the amps.

"Whoo!" Lemon Zest cheered, rocking wildly on the horse. "This is awesome!"

Twilight rubbed her hands together with anticipation. She fed another set of commands into the controls.

All of a sudden, at least sudden to Lemon Zest, the music stopped.

"Hey," Lemon Zest said, searching around. "What's the big deal? I was having fun?"

Music started up again, only it wasn't Lemon Zest's music. Lemon Zest's music was all loud and power chords, guitar solos, and angry vocals about the system and the Man keeping them down.

This new music ... it was slow and quiet at first, but it grew in volume, though it remained slow and steady.

Lemon Zest's eyes widened. She reared her head back in dismay. It couldn't be ...
She couldn't believe Twilight would subject to something this, this awful, this horrible, but here it was. When the violins sounded through the stereos, Lemon Zest was freed of all doubt.

"Is this classical!?" Lemon Zest shouted.

"Yup!" Twilight informed with a malicious glee. "Bach's concerto #9."

"I hate classical music!" Lemon Zest struggling to break out of her restraints and escape this tasteless, guitar-less things that losers and old geezers called music.

"Stop struggling, Lemon Zest, or you'll never learn the lesson," Twilight said.

"No!" Lemon Zest snapped. "I don't want to learn the lesson if it means I have to listen to this garbage!"

"Bach is a highly respected composer," Twilight said, adjusting her glasses again. "You would do well to stay awhile and listen. See what you can learn from him."

"No," Lemon Zest said. She turned her head. "I won't."

Lemon Zest didn't think this could get any worse, but it did. The plugs in her butt, nipples, and snatch started up again, moving and pleasuring her in tune with the slow tempo of the classical ballad.

"Oh, come on!" Lemon Zest groaned.

"You signed on for this," Twilight said. "You all did."

"I know, I know, but ... Twilight, please! This is torture. Don't make me listen to this."

"You're overreacting," Twilight said. "Besides, this isn't torture ... it's BDSM."

"Kind of stretching the definition there a bit, but yeah," Sunset said. "Please, Lemon Zest? Hold on for just a few more minutes? Five minutes. That's all I ask. If it's still too much for you, we'll let you go."

"I'm not sure I can take another five seconds of this!"

But Sunset pouted and made puppy dog eyes at Lemon Zest, who, despite her rocker nature which should by rights have balked at anything cute, Sunset's face was too adorable for her to say no.

"Fine," Lemon Zest said. "Five minutes. And not a second longer!"

"Of course," Twilight said with a giggle. She turned the volume up, and Lemon Zest had to contend with the strip in her vagina going harder and faster than before, all the while in tune with that blasted music.

Lemon Zest grimaced at the conflicting signals in her brain. She felt good. The strip, the plugs, everything vibrating in her body felt good, pleasant and pleasurable. But she hated the music. Loathed it. Detested it with the kind of disdain-for-authority, rebelling against “The Man” attitude exclusively available to punk rock-loving rock and roll punks, like a high-level spell in a game of Dungeons and Dragons.

Lemon Zest bit her lip, her shoulders tensing up as she was rocked back and forth on the ‘horse’.
Her cunt grew wet as the metal strip whipped her erogenous zone up into a frenzy.

“Twilight!” Lemon Zest shouted, lurching over and clutching at her stomach. “I think I’m close now!”

“Oh, are you?” Twilight asked with interest.

“Yes!” Lemon Zest shouted. She shivered and moaned at the pleasure, before groaning as the violins in the piece took center stage and filled her ears up with the sound of violin bows running across their matching strings.

Twilight adjusted a dial and turned up the volume.

The music blasted through the room, and through Lemon Zest. She was vibrating so hard she felt double, like she was in two places at once. The horse shook furiously, its legs clattering against the floor.

“Twilight!” Lemon Zest screamed. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna-”

“Your sweet screams are like … like … hmm, what am I thinking of Sunset?” Twilight said. “I can’t seem to remember. It’s like, a word, starts with an M? Five letters? Two syllables? I can’t think of it, but whatever that word it is, that’s what Lemon Zest’s screams remind me of.”

Sunset rolled her eyes.

“Anyway, you were saying, Lemon Zest?” Twilight said. “You’re gonna what?”

“I’m going to – to!”

Lemon Zest’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she climaxed, her cunt squirting juices all over that ran down her thighs and dripped down the sides of the horse, forming a small puddle on the floor.

Lemon Zest collapsing, throwing her upper body forward on the horse and coming to rest with her head against chest, throwing her legs backwards and using the spreader as a counterweight.

Twilight, recognizing that Lemon Zest had a lot taken out of her, turned the volume down to the point where the room was near silent, except for the tiny little dah-dah-dah of classical brass and wind instruments.

Lemon Zest laid where she was, panting and tired. She could still hear that awful music. But she didn’t hear it for long, as Twilight turned the volume from 1 to 3. Loud enough to really listen to, but not the earthquake levels of vibration it had been before. And it turned back into rock and roll music, with a guitar solo and power riffs becoming the background noise of the room.

Energized by her beloved rock and roll, Lemon Zest righted herself on the wooden board, dangling the spreader beneath her. “Are … are we done?” She panted out. “Can I go home now?”

Twilight rubbed at her chin. “I don’t know, Lemon Zest. Have you learned your lesson about appreciating the taste of others?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Lemon Zest. “I’ve learned my lesson. Other people don’t like rock and roll, and that doesn’t mean they’re evil. Just that they’re losers.”

Twilight turned to Sunset. “What do you think, Sunset?”

“I don’t know,” Sunset said. “It doesn’t sound to me like she’s learned her lesson. Sounds to me like she just wants to get out of here. I think we should teach it again.”

“What?” Lemon Zest asked. “How? What could you possibly do to me?”

Twilight turned the volume again, this time to a 7. Guitars and drums and lyrics about doing drugs and sticking it to the man and standing up for yourself blared through the speakers.
Lemon Zest sighed and relaxed, comforted by the familiar tune and voices of her favorite genre of music.

She grimaced when Twilight turned it back to the Bach piece.

They got me with that trick twice! Lemon Zest cursed in her head. In hindsight, she really should have seen it coming.

The violins and brass resumed, as did the vibrations in Lemon Zest’s body. Lemon Zest pumped automatically as the tingling strip in her vagina shook and rattled.

“Twilight!” Lemon Zest complained. “You can’t do this to me!”

“I can do whatever I want,” Twilight said, “as long as Sunset Shimmer approves and you don’t say the safe word. Isn’t that right, Sunset?”

“I don’t know about that,” Sunset said. “But it is true that you and the Shadowbolts agreed to this. In exchange for the friendship lessons, remember?”

“I know, I know,” Lemon Zest said. “But can’t we learn friendship with the rock and roll music on? Can’t you teach me about something else?”

“This is actually a very good Friendship Lesson unto itself,” Sunset said. “Friendship isn’t always easy. Or comfortable. Sometimes, to be a good friend, you’re going to have to do things that make you uncomfortable. Or pretend to like something you actually don’t so you don’t hurt your friends’ feelings. At least until you can figure out how to tell them you don’t like it in a way that doesn’t hurt their feelings.”

“I don’t like this music!” Lemon Zest said. “I hate it! It’s awful!”

“I like this music,” Twilight said, adjusting her glasses and glaring at Lemon Zest over their rims. “I think it’s a very well constructed piece that understands several key aspects of what makes music work, like timing, tune, tempo, melody, notes.”

“See?” Sunset said. “There. Just there. You failed spectacularly, Lemon Zest. Try explaining to Twilight why you don’t like this music without being rude or nasty. Then, maybe, we’ll let you go.”

“I don’t like it … because … because ...” Lemon Zest covered her ears. She couldn’t think straight with all that awful violin and cello and clarinets playing. “Because it’s like broken guitars having sex in my ear!”

“Guitars?” Sunset was distracted by the concept of guitars having sex. There was probably an anime about it.

Twilight shook her head in disapproval. “Uh-uh. Nope. You failed it again, Lemon Zest. F minus. F minus minus. I’m turning the volume up.”

“No!” Lemon Zest whined as Twilight’s fingers touched the dial and she felt the Bach coursing through her body, vibrating her to the bones. She could see her skin jiggle and warble under the powerful thrum.

"Twilight!" Lemon Zest cried as the horse rocked back and forth, her nipples, clit and butt all stimulated in perfect harmony with the dreadful, terrible Bach piece. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Oh, you don't remember?" Twilight said, turning her in a huff. "I just wanted to let you know how some of us don't always approve of getting rock music blasted into our ears!"

"You're still upset over that?" Lemon Zest said. "That was ages ago!"

"It was a few months," Twilight said. "And I'm still not too happy about you and the other Shadowbolts pressuring me into becoming a reality-destroying monster either!"

"We didn't know that was going to happen!"

"Ignorance of the law is no excuse."

"What?" Lemon Zest said. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, forget it." She slumped forward on the horse and resigned herself to her fate. She scanned the room and looked at Twilight and Sunset.
"So, how long have you two been dating?"

Twilight and Sunset blushed.

"We're not dating!" Twilight insisted. She turned to Sunset. "Are - are we? Are we dating, Sunset? Is that what we've been doing?"

"I like to think of it more as friends with benefits," Sunset said.

"See? There you go, we're not dating." Twilight said. She sound self-conscious about the idea of dating Sunset.

"Sunny Flare says different," Lemon Zest answered.

"Oh, of course," Twilight said. "Because Sunny Flare is such an expert, reliable character witness." She fiddled with her fingers and looked at Sunset.

"Yes, Twilight?" Sunset asked.

Twilight squeaked and looked away.

"Hey," Sunset placed a hand on Twilight's shoulder. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm your friend." She gestured to her chest. "You can trust me."

Twilight smiled. "Thanks, Sunset Shimmer. I know that. It's just ... it's still ... awkward, sometimes. Trying to ask for what I want." Twilight took in a deep breath.

"Sunset, I would ... like to date you. Would that be all right? Do you think you could see yourself with a girl like me?"

Sunset gave Twilight a comforting smile. "I'll think about it. Why don't you ask me once we're done with the Shadowbolts' lessons? I wouldn't want us to get our close and have our feelings for each other cloud our judgment."

"You're right," Twilight said. She straightened up her posture and focused on Lemon Zest with a laser-like, scientific intensity. "Back to science."

"Aww," Lemon Zest. "You two are so cute together! You should totally date. You'd make a great couple." Their cuteness had distracted Lemon Zest from her torment, but now the moment had passed, her attention returned to how pleasurable vibrations were mixing with unpleasant violins screeching into her ears.

"Can't you make it stop!?" Lemon Zest snapped. "I hate this piece. I hate it so, so much."

"Why do you hate it, Lemon Zest? It's a good piece," Twilight said. "And no, you can't just say that it sucks or that it's too 'conforming' or whatever buzzwords rock and roll people use these days."

Lemon Zest tucked in her lip. To Twilight, it was obvious Lemon Zest was fighting off the urge to say those exact things with those very words.

"Ooh," Lemon Zest moaned. The strip in her vagina twitched and tingled.

Why? Lemon Zest whined in her head, coming to terms with the fact her words would not move Twilight to sympathy, no matter how much she might beg and plead.

Lemon Zest thought about what Sunny Flare told her and got an idea. Perhaps if she were to lean into the sexual aspect of her situation, she might be able to appease the cruel goddesses that called themselves Sunset and Twilight.

Lemon straightened her posture. She inhaled sharply to relax her body, then proceeded to buck and thrust, leaning into the sexually stimulating bits and bobs as much as she could. Maybe, if she orgasmed a second time, it would be enough to make Twilight happy and they would let her go, let her jump off the horse, and release from having to listen to blasted Bach.

Lemon Zest moaned, her bucks and thrusts working. The pleasure increased, even though she still hated the music. Her twitching, throbbing vagina pulled the strip further in, and it vibrated so much Lemon Zest could almost feel it in her thigh bones.

"Looks like she wants to go a little faster," Sunset observed.

"Faster, eh?" Twilight said. "I think we can do that."

Twilight turned the volume up to 8.

"Ooh!" Lemon Zest moaned and groaned, her teeth chattering inside her skull as she experienced the sensation of vibrating to the point of feeling double again.

"T-T-Twilight!" Lemon Zest shouted. "It feels so good! But I - I still hate this music! AH!"

Lemon Zest lurched over, cumming again, her juices leaking down her thighs a second time. They coated over the first layer and created a slick, shiny sheen on her pink thighs. The music died down, as if matched to her sexual highs and lows.

"Now are we done?" Lemon Zest. "Please tell me we're done."

"Do you appreciate the taste of others?" Twilight asked.

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Just stop subjecting me to that awful dreck!"

Twilight sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're still not getting it."

Lemon Zest's eyes widened when she heard the rock and roll guitars and power riffs again. Twilight wasn't going to get her this time. She knew this trick. This was to lull her into a false sense of comfort and security. Any minute now, Twilight would flip the switch and turn it back into boring Bach with his boring violins and clarinets and blast it into her ears and fill her body with negative vibes instead of the refreshing sense she got from good old rock and roll.
Lemon Zest tensed up. Any minute ... any minute now.

Twilight and Sunset found themselves chairs and sat down. They read newspaper and drank while the rock and roll was set at a comfortable level, enough to hear, but quiet enough to speak over easily.

They sat there for so long Lemon Zest thought they had forgot about her.

Seeking to test the theory, Lemon Zest swung her legs back and forth, trying to touch her feet to the floor.

The minute she did so, Twilight leapt into action, jumping out of her chair, tossing aside the newspaper, and hopping over to the console. She switched it from the rock to Bach, and turned up the volume to 7. Lemon Zest was so startled she tried to jump up into the air, but the leg spreader pulled her back down.

"Twilight! Come on!" Lemon Zest begged.

"What do you think, Twilight?" Sunset said. "Should we call it off?"

Twilight looked at Sunset as if expecting her to decide.

"Your call," Sunset said, waving her hands and expecting Twilight to think for herself.

"Let's do one more," Twilight said. "And let's make it a good one, too."

Twilight turned down the volume, and thus the vibrations in Lemon Zest's body. Lemon Zest was left with a pleasant but largely unsatisfying thrum in her clit.

"Oh come on!" Lemon Zest complained, gesturing a furious hand to the stereos. "It's not enough you make me listen to this awful music string vomit and make me cum, but now you gotta make me edge too!?"

"Yes," Twilight said, grinning crazily. "Yes, I do have to make you edge."

"Ugh," Lemon Zest groaned and rolled her eyes, throwing herself backwards on the horse. "Fine. Fine. Just ... do whatever you want. Just get it over with. Make it end."

"Quit being so dramatic," Twilight said, adjusting a dial. "It's not like I'm hurting you."

The grin Twilight had on her face after saying that worried Lemon Zest to no end.

Lemon Zest yelped. It felt like the clamps around her nipples had just delivered an electric current which hopped from one nipple to the other.

"Oh, great, now I gotta deal ... whatever this is, too!?" Lemon Zest said.

"Remember, you and the Shadowbolts did agree to this!" Sunset said, though she sounded worried and more she was trying to reassure herself rather than Lemon Zest.

"That's right," Twilight said. "You agreed to this."

"I'm not sure that what I agreed to includes being experimented on like some science project,"

Lemon Zest said, looking down at her breasts for any sign of more electric currents.

"W-what is that?" Lemon Zest asked, turning her head back and forth to search the room. "What is that noise?"

"I don't hear anything," Twilight said.

"You can't hear it?" Lemon Zest asked. "It's ... little voices. It sounds like ... Oh no. Oh, come on, you gotta be kidding me!"

The Bach piece was now accompanied by vocals. German opera, if Lemon Zest had to guess.

"Why?" Lemon Zest whined, squeezing her eyes shut. "Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"I thought we already answered that question?" Twilight said.

"Twilight," Sunset said, "she seems really upset by this. Maybe we should stop?"

Twilight looked back and forth between Lemon Zest and Sunset Shimmer, as if torn between an instinct to obey Sunset's suggestion and the desire to inflict further torture and revenge upon Lemon Zest for subjecting Twilight to her tunes.

Twilight hung her head and sighed. She came to a compromise solution. "One more orgasm, and then we'll stop. Sound all right by you, Sunset Shimmer?"

"All right," Sunset said. She pointed a finger and narrowed her eyes at Twilight. "But just one. No more."

"Just one," Twilight agreed. She fiddled with the controls, then stroked at her chin. "I have an idea. Come on."

At Twilight's urging, Sunset followed her and the two of them left the room, leaving Lemon Zest alone.

Lemon Zest looked cautiously around the room, not sure if the two of them were really gone.
She made an attempt to wiggle herself off the wooden construct, but another electric shock ran through her nipples and discouraged the idea.

"Yowch!" Lemon Zest cried out. She looked down at her much-abused breasts. "I never realized Twilight Sparkle of all people could be so ... so extra. Huh?"

Lemon Zest looked around the room again, even though what she was now trying to confirm was hearing-based.

The music had stopped. Completely. It was all gone. There was no Bach, violins, harps, or rock and roll guitars, or anything in between. It was total silence.

"Twilight?" Lemon Zest called out. She was an extrovert and a loud party rocker - silence made her uneasy in a way she could not, ironically, put into words. "Sunset Shimmer? Anyone? Come on, girls. Don't leave me here all alone. I don't like being alone with all this ... quiet."

Lemon Zest shivered, teeth chattering. Maybe she was imagining it and it was all in her head, but the room seemed to grow colder as it grew quieter.

"Come on, girls!" Lemon Zest shouted again. "Say something! Anything! Even it's something like, 'oh gee wow, Lemon Zest, you should really stop complaining and let me take out my anger on you!' I'd settle for that."

She received no answer.

Before, Lemon Zest had loved the stereos Sunset owned. There were so large and so loud they'd be perfect for a rave or a rock and roll concert, plus Sunset had this other sound equipment like the tweeter and subwoofers and more to catch some of the more subtle sounds in rock and roll than a simple loudspeaker would have been capable of catching and recreating accurately. But now ... now their largeness seemed imposing and frightening. These massive metallic structures, towers made as a tribute and testament to the wonders of sound, and they were so so quiet.

An endless mesh covered the front of a speaker, full of tiny microfibers intended to receive signals and then recreate the vibrations of sound at the loudest volumes possible. And now it remained still as a statue, immobile and inaudible. It made Lemon Zest think of a bottomless pit or a black hole.

Desiring something, anything to take the edge off, Lemon Zest rocked back and forth, hoping it would creak and fill the room with something for her listen to.

No such luck. The wooden horse was as quiet as everything else in the room.

"Twilight? Sunset?" Lemon Zest called. "Okay, girls, you can stop now. Jump out from behind the speaker and yell 'boo!' or whatever it is you're planning on doing! I'm ... I'm scared now, all right? Girls? Girls?"

What was that damn safe word again? I can’t remember. Cloak-a? Clocker?

Lemon Zest squeaked and whined. She shivered again, this time not out of an imagined coldness, but real fear.

"Ugh!" Lemon Zest tore at her hair. "I can't take it anymore!"

Lemon Zest wiggled and tried to break free of her restraints. She rubbed her wrists against each other and swung the leg spreader back and forth.

There was a beep like a forklift turning on, and the latches on the leg spreader came undone, allowing Lemon Zest an increased freedom in her movement.

Taking a risk, Lemon Zest tilted over to one side and set her foot down on the floor. This time no electric shock came. She jerked her other leg, tilting inch by inch until she fell off the horse and hit the floor, only to spring right back up to her feet.

Lemon Zest raised an eyebrow at this. Hands still tied, she tried to scrape the things clipped onto her nipples off by pushing her chest against the edge of the wooden horse block, but they wouldn’t budge no matter how she pushed.

"Guess I'll just have to get Sour Sweet to saw it off or something," Lemon Zest mused, rolling
her eyes.

She put another foot on the floor and held steady for a moment, waiting for a trap to spring, but none did.

"Okay," Lemon Zest said. "Girls, I'm leaving! Is that okay with you? I'm doing it anyway!" Lemon Zest shook her head. "Wish I could remember the safeword ..."

Lemon Zest made her way towards the stairs, keeping an eye on the room and watching out for any traps. As she was unable to remove the cords attached to her body with her hands tied, she simply continued walking with them still attached.

Lemon Zest reached the base of the stairs. She stepped up one, waited, then stepped up the second.

Something about this didn't feel right, but Lemon Zest couldn't place a finger on exactly what it was. She'd been stopped the last two times she tried to get off the horse. What was different about this time? Did Twilight and Sunset go upstairs to bang and, in the throes of their ecstasy, forget about her?

Lemon Zest took another step and the cords attached to her went taut and pulled her back. She turned around and saw the cords were still attached to the horse.

Damn, Lemon Zest thought. She'd been expecting the cords to simply release and fall off once she got far enough away and stretched them out enough.

"Come on, you! I'm leaving this place and you're coming with me!" Lemon Zest continued walking up the stairs, using her cords to tow the wooden horse. It made a horrible scraping noise against the floor as Lemon Zest dragged it, but the more she thought about, the more Lemon Zest decided she preferred it over the sound of Bach.

Lemon Zest grunted and hauled the horse behind her as she went up the stairs. She wasn't sure how she would get the horse up the stairs, but she wanted to get herself out of the basement first before worrying about this. Maybe she was pulling a Rube Goldberg and making this more complicated than it needed to be.

Looking at the wooden horse again made Lemon Zest rethink her previous thought. The thing was big and shaped like a bench. Even if it was light enough for her to lift by herself, it would probably be too awkward to handle and require at least two people to haul it by the edges. Besides, her hands were tied behind her back.

With that thought in mind, Lemon Zest felt it reasonable to continue pulling on the horse rather than try something else.

She made it to the top of the stairs, dragging the uncomfortable weight behind her, and halted. Getting up the stairs with the horse weighing her down and pulling against her most sensitive areas had left her out of breath and panting in a mix of exhaustion and arousal.

Lemon Zest groaned again. Sunset's windows were opened. Lemon Zest was normally pretty open-minded about getting freaky and wild, but she hated the idea of someone seeing her - one of her fellow Shadowbolts that she could loosely call a friend - seeing her, and needing to explain to them why she looked like she just escaped a top secret government research facility, being all naked and covered in wires and cords.

Right at the exact moment Lemon Zest took another step towards freedom, sounds came from the basement again. Loud rock and roll blared up through the basement and into the house, making the floor vibrate beneath Lemon Zest's feet.

"Oh no you don't!" Lemon Zest snapped. "You're not going to get me that easily!" She would not go back into the basement. She would not fall for the siren song of her beloved rock and roll. She was getting out of here, hobby horse and all. She'd get some pliers or scissors, maybe a chainsaw, to cut the cords, then she'd put her clothes on, go back home, then settle in to listen to some Led Zeppelin while loafing in a bean bag chair.

At least, that's what she thought, before a mechanical grabber arm dropped out a panel in the ceiling and pinched the cords, dragging Lemon Zest back, winding up like a winch wheel, dragging her through the air and back down the stairs with an elastic speed, and reattaching her to the wooden horse, which in of itself was snapped back to its original position by a similar winding cord.

Bach blared through the sound systems, the tools on Lemon Zest's body all vibrated furiously, and Lemon Zest's snatch winked as the vibrator inside rumbled.

Before, Lemon Zest had felt double. Now she felt quintuple, like she was in five places at once, there were five wooden horses, and five sets of speakers. She closed her eyes. The quintuple vision was giving her a headache.

The bass and the treble in the Bach piece was emphasized, and with it, more electric shocks to
her nipples which stung, but also felt oddly pleasurable in their numbing effect, in much the same way an illegal substance that numbs one's body is pleasurable.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ah! Eee!" Lemon Zest squealed and squeaked and whined from the stimulation. There were so many things happening to her body at once she couldn't keep track of them all. Electricity going into her nipples, vibratons in her butt and her clit, the wooden horse rattling, digging into her cunt and making it wink and leak while her body shook.

Lemon Zest felt the edge of a climax coming. As she did, the sound equipment grounded to a dead halt.

"What?" Lemon Zest whined. "Come on! No fair!"

She regretted her protest, as the Bach piece started right back up, shaking and quaking her body with an assault of vibrations and violins, pumping her cunt with the toy inserted there and bringing her up right to the edge, and then stopping again.

Lemon Zest collapsed against the head of the hobby horse, panting and out of breath once more.

"Yeah ..." Lemon said. "Yeah, okay. I see how it is. You get me up just to the edge, then you stop, edge, stop. I get it."

The fact she cottoned on seem to be all the permission the machine needed to stop the game and cease toying with her, as it started up the Bach again and vibrated her body, and this time, it did not stop until she came, and she came hard, howling and moaning. Her cunt winked and squirted, shooting an arc of thin cum right over the horse's front and onto the floor, getting it onto some of the wires.

Lemon Zest hoped that would clean up. She didn't want to have to reimburse Sunset for the cost of such large, expensive machines because she couldn't control what direction her squirts went in.

The machines at last satisfied with her performance, the cords detached from Lemon Zest. Lemon Zest fell off the horse and landed on the floor, still panting and with her cunt still leaking cum.

Lemon Zest tilted her head up to see Twilight and Sunset coming down the stairs, though she was oriented in such a way that made it seem like the two of them were walking on the ceiling.
"Waiter, I'll take my my order now," Lemon Zest said, her head a delirious mess after the intensity of what she just experienced. "I want ... monkey ... with a side of pickles, and an ice cream Saturday."

Lemon Zest closed her eyes and passed out. Before she did, she thought she saw Sunset and Twilight giggle, and heard the soothing chimes of a rock and roll guitar coming through the speaker.

Twilight and Sunset removed the bindings on Lemon Zest’s wrists and then lifted her unconscious body up and carried her to the bath to clean her up and wash the cum off her body.

But Twilight's experiment was successful; when Lemon Zest woke a few hours later, she did have a new appreciation for classical music ... even if it wasn't necessarily for its musical value.

Author's Note

So I did want to call this chapter "Vibrating Violating Violins", but, by pure coincidence, the early chapters all had food-themed chapter names, and I've found myself unwilling to break the theme.

It doesn't actually mean anything or foreshadowing or a theme, it's just there.

9/22/18 Edit:
Made some slight edits to the chapter as a result of me and my proofreader missing them the first time.