Starlight’s final stop for the day was the royal palace in Canterlot, her arrival preceded by a blinding flash of blue light as she materialized from thin air into the throne room. When last she had been by the entire space had been cleared of anything not bolted to the floor. The sole occupants had been the twin seats of power at the enormous room’s rear, reserved for the highest authorities in all the land since time immemorial, looming over the open court.

As her eyes readjusted to the sudden change in surroundings, she was glad to find the room was no longer the barren waste that she had left. It wasn’t quite as festive as she had hoped, in fact the job looked to be only half done, but the colourful streamers, the growing presence of balloons, it was all a marked improvement, and she knew whom she had to thank.

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were suspended in mid air, the former bored out of her mind, and struggling to put in even the barest effort, while the latter agonised over the placement of every scrap of confetti lest she make a mistake. Meanwhile, an earthbound Applejack, stood towards a colossal stained-glass window, inflating balloons with an understandable lack of enthusiasm.

There was good reason for the dearth of interest among the trio. Each had already done their fair share of the preparations, whether it was ensuring perfect weather for the big day, sourcing the raw materials for the food from various farms, or convincing animals to provide entertainment.

Decorating was, by comparison, something to which none of them were especially well suited.

It was the kind of thing the palace staff could have handled, had Star not assigned them elsewhere. Still, from the moment she had laid eyes upon the half-finished work, gears had already begun to turn in her head. Seeing Twilight had caught her off guard, but served only to redouble her resolve. Everything would be ready, everything would be perfect, all that was needed was a bit of motivation.

Star’s first priority was privacy, or at least the illusion of it. Creeping her way over to Applejack’s end of the room, she aimed to take advantage of the collective ignorance of her sudden arrival in the cavernous expanse.

As she approached, the monolith of a woman seemed to only grow in stature. Tall, tan, and beyond well built, she could be quite the imposing figure, but Star felt little in the way of fear or apprehension, only anticipation.

The surreptitious mage took one brief second to admire the sculpted form, packed neatly into an unassuming pair of jeans and tank top before perching herself upon her toes. A brief tap on the shoulder saw the woman’s head swing to the right, a cascade of golden-blonde hair whipping in the opposite direction, as she looked briefly for someone who wasn’t there. When her attention shifted in the opposite direction she found Star waiting for her, index finger already outstretched.

“Star what’re y-.”

“Stop!” the phrase was accompanied by the briefest tap on at her forehead’s centre, a minuscule gesture, but one that sent reverberations all throughout its recipient.

At once, the question at the fore of her mind ceased, half finished and idle as she took heed of Star’s instruction. The entire world around her followed suit, coming to a sudden halt, and with it, her own body as well, every powerful muscle tensing to hold a position that was utterly unnatural and unexpected, until the sole remaining sign of life was the slow placid sound of her breathing.

Star looked up at her handiwork, hand passing back in forth in front of rigid green portals, once filled with light but now entirely dim and unmoving. It wasn’t the most inconspicuous way to leave her, staring off into space and rooted to the ground. Still, the only people who could notice would soon be too busy to care, and Star already felt herself growing bolder as she was reminded of the unqualified power she had over her friends.

A ginger hand laid itself upon her statue’s cheek, gently shifting its face from side to side. “Don’t go anywhere.” She quipped, becoming immediately glad that no one was around to hear it. “I’ll be back for you shortly.”

A bit of additional confidence now in her strut, Star returned to the room’s centre, looking up at the listless pair. Her tongue ran a brief circuit over her lips, taking one last moment to enjoy the view from her convenient vantage point.

The sight of Flutterhy’s wide hips and Dash’s tight little body, both inviting even when glimpsed from a distance, left her with little choice but to make her presence known.

“Shy! Dash! How’s it going up there?”

The former practically leapt out of her skin at the sudden inquiry, taking a moment to catch her breath, but the latter was quick to make her feelings clear, evincing not even a moment's surprise. “It SUCKSSSSSSSSS, could you have possibly picked a more borrrrrrrring job for us?”

The duo soon joined her at ground level, one falling from great height and stopping millimetres from the earth in an exaggerated display of aerial expertise. “I didn’t think it was going that badly…” Fluttershy offered, floating downward in a far more measured descent.

Now on even footing, Star had an even better chance to appreciate the fine details of the profoundly opposite pair. On one end of the spectrum was Dash, her wiry, athletic physique trying and failing to fill a tracksuit sized for a teenager. At the other end was Fluttershy, who despite her best efforts seemed to loom over both of them. More than a bit on the chubby side, what was no doubt supposed to be a loose-fitting hoodie did little to hide the well-rounded curve of her tummy, exceeded only by those of her even more voluminous chest.

“Are you serious?! Its torture up there!” Dash moaned, turning to Star. “That’s why you’re here right? To give us a hand?”

“I-is that why you came by? Are we not doing a good enough job?”

“Relax! Both of you! everything is fine.”

Dash looked her up and down, unconvinced by her nonchalance.

“Y’know at this rate we probably won’t be ready early like you asked.”

Star hardly gave a thought to the comment, having already begun to devise a solution to the problem even as it was presented to her.

“Unless of course someone has finally decided to just magic this whole thing done.”

“I told you it doesn’t work like that, even with magic I’d still need to figure out where to put everything, and – and – aw screw it!”

Star turned to Fluttershy, and in a near perfect recreation of her encounter with Applejack mere moments earlier, pressed a finger to the tip of her button nose.

“Bunny boop!”

Fluttershy staggered slightly, taken off guard and off balance by the sudden intrusion into her personal space. She was, however, not the only one affected, as Dash too began to feel the effects of Star’s sudden bout of alliteration. The feeling was hazy at first, but soon the opposite, as if seeing clearly after an extended bout in a fog as fragments of memories and dormant impulses began to come to the fore.

“Tell me Dash, what do you think of the way Fluttershy hangs streamers?”

The question, innocuous, if a little weird, left something to stir within Rainbow Dash. In the blink of an eye the woman stood before her had changed, not visibly, but she could feel that something was different. For all their lives Dash had seen Fluttershy as something fragile, something to be protected, but now…

“I think if this fat-titted cow worked faster we’d have been done ages ago.”

The venomous response was spoken with a smile, her tone more taunting than aggrieved. The sight of Fluttershy’s cheeks changing from light tan to pink only fed a stirring instinct within the athlete. A weight seemed to be falling off of her, inhibition and restraint melting away as desires long tamped down upon took centre stage.

“Dash!” Star interjected, her tone dripping with disingenuousness. “That’s not a very nice thing to say.”

“But its true isn’t it?” It felt so easy to just go with it, to not spare a thought for what she was saying as toxin filled her every word. Things she would never have allowed herself to say before now seemed beyond natural, feeling almost akin to a compulsion. “Tell her Shy.” She insisted.

“I – I’m the reason we’re not done yet…” Butterflies took flight in her stomach at the admission, even as she stared at the ground, she could feel disapproving eyes upon her, and with them, a strange sense of warmth rapidly beginning to spread.

“Is that all you have to say?”

“A- And I’m a fat titted cow.” She finished, the gentle heat now an inferno.

Both Dash and Star drew closer to her, while Fluttershy herself remained rooted to the spot. “Oh really?” Star asked, neck craned upward to get a proper look at the woman’s avoidant expression. “What other secrets do you think she’s hiding Dash?”

“Well I wouldn’t exactly call it a secret…” Dash mused, taking a strand of long pink hair and running it between her fingers. “But it turns out that one of our friends is quite the little masochist.”

“You don’t say?”

Dash took flight, matching her height to that of their conversation’s topic. “Apparently she actually likes being told that she’s useless.” The animal keeper trembled as Dash hissed into her ear, eyes still fixed low, unwilling to meet her oldest friends predatory gaze. “She likes to play all innocent, but deep down all she ever thinks about is having her slutty body abused.”

“Goodness! Whatever would we with such a person?”

“I don’t know Star, tell us Fluttershy, what do you think good friends should do when they learn that they’re in the company of a filthy, masochistic little pervert?”

“They…” Before she could answer Dash took hold of her face, fingers pressing inward on her cheeks and forcing her to meet the eyes of those she was addressing.

“Try that again.”

“They should punish her.” She whispered, a humiliating little tingle sparking to life between her legs. Beyond that simple sensation though, there was another, one gripping her heart even as it pounded in her chest with anticipation.

“Are you sure Shy? You trust us to punish you the way you deserve?”

Trust.

That was what Fluttershy felt more than anything. Trust that behind every venomous word there was affection, that when all was said and done they cared, that with what was to come they knew exactly what she could take and what she couldn’t.

“I trust you.”

“You trust us to what?” Star inquired, drawing closer with a hand already within her pocket.

“I trust you to punish this worthless slut like she deserves.”

A smile broke across Dash’s face, one almost too wide for her to manage, but just as quickly as it formed, it vanished as Star, for the third time that day made use of her tiny blue crystal, placing it between the pair in a motion that was, after such a prolonged absence, once again feeling routine.

“One quick thing to take care of.” She whispered, anxious to get things rolling. “For the time being, I want both of you to put Applejack out of your minds completely.”

There was a murmur of ascent between them. "As far as either of you are concerned we have absolute privacy here, and freedom to do whatever comes naturally to you."

"And of course..." She began, technically still addressing the pair, but her attention now firmly upon Fluttershy. "When asked a direct question, you will speak only the truth to me."

The laying of precaution on top of precaution was a maddening process, particularly as every fibre of her being screamed for her to simply go wild, but it was all necessary.

Fluttershy’s particular preferences made it so.

Still, she seemed plenty warmed up now, and even dazed as she was Dash was clearly almost as eager as Star to escalate. The pendant disappeared from between them, and in the spare moment Star once again put her finger to Fluttershy’s nose.

“Tiger Tap!” She purred, leaving a moment for the pair to recalibrate.

Once again, a great weight fell from them, like heavy chains clattering to the floor as long suppressed desires bubbled to the surface anew.

Dash took the lead, as was her nature. A raptorial gleam in her eye and a ravenous grin on her lips.

“Strip Slut.” She commanded, the order finding no resistance from its recipient as delicate hands trembling in anticipation gripped the hoodie’s zipper.

The descent was slow at first, the sound of metal teeth coming apart proving no distraction as Fluttershy’s audience remained enraptured with her little show, the feeling of their eyes on her bringing renewed warmth even as cold air overtook her.

As the zipper drew lower gravity began to assist, the zip-up practically opening itself as a pair of mammoth breasts drove it downward, soon hanging out through the new aperture to the delight of grateful observers.

Shy next moved for her pants, but impatience had already overtaken Dash.

“What do we have here?” The first thing to draw Dash’s attention from the supple bounty unveiled for her was conspicuous by its near total absence. A thin trail of lacy black fabric was slung over Fluttershy’s neck and wrapped around the upper half of her torso. The fact that such gossamer fabric could never hope to support the weight of its wearer’s tits was offset somewhat by the lack of cups to provide any support in the first place.

“This is pretty slutty underwear, even for you.” Dash proffered, as greedy hands laid claim to whatever bit of soft flesh they could mange to hold. “You don’t even bother to keep your udders covered up?”

“I… like the way it feels – on my skin.”

“We can tell.” Star interjected, running a thumb along one of Fluttershy’s hardened nubs. “I bet I can guess what this is for.” A slow, gentle twist of a tiny metallic stud brought a whimper to Fluttershy’s lips while Dash busied herself toying and hefting with what she clearly regarded as her personal property.

“Maybe we should have a peek and see if the bottoms match the top.”

“You read my mind Star.”

Of course, Star already knew the answer, the best part of all Fluttershy’s little flourishes was that she had hardly needed to do anything. The scandalous bits of fabric that were presently sinking into pillowy skin had been sitting at the back of her closet for years, the piercings, an adventurous bit of fantasy Shy had been holding onto since she was a teenager.

All that was needed was a little push in the right direction.

She didn’t always know Star was there to help of course. Much like Dash she spent most days unaware, constrained by inhibition. Until moments ago she would have been of the impression that her underwear was the same bland beige affair that it had always been. To her, the little metal stud which Star continued to absent mindedly twist hadn’t even existed a few minutes prior, much less the memory of cumming from the sensation of its addition.

“Just as I suspected.”

“They Match?” Star asked, fingers releasing their grip on Shy’s reddened nipple to the sound of meek sigh of relief.

“They sure do.”

Star fell to her haunches, eager get a look, and true to form, the bottoms were exactly as scandalous as the tops, crotchless lacy scraps of silk to match the cupless ‘bra’ above. With a near childish sense of delight Dash ran a lone finger along the length of Shy’s sopping wet slit, letting out a giddy chuckle as the mass of flesh that were her thighs quivered and shook at the slightest provocation.

“Did you cum just from that little touch‽”

Fluttershy said nothing, but her silence and slickened thighs were more than enough of an answer.

“She’s even worse than we thought.” Star mused. “Tell me Dash, do you remember the trick I taught you for punishing naughty girls?” A nail traced its way along the length of Dash’s neck, bringing with it a fresh batch of suppressed knowledge.

“I remember.” She responded, her gentle monotone failing to disguise the tremor of excitement in her voice.

Dash’s finger stretched upward in front of Fluttershy’s eyes, a surge of power and lust rushing through her at the sight of the vulnerable expression that had etched itself upon her soon-to-be victim's face.

“Candle.”

The finger immediately drew downward, closer and closer to Fluttershy’s titanic tits, the effect already becoming apparent. An odd exhibition began to ensue, as the chubby woman’s teeth clenched, her smooth, light brown skin suddenly beginning to dampen with sweat. To the observers Dash did little more than poke her, but to Fluttershy a tiny invisible flame had begun to lick at her breast, the heat building with every passing second, driving her up the wall.

“How ya feelin’ Shy?”

“Huh - Hot.” She huffed, breaths coming in shorter and shorter bursts. “SO hot!”

Dash smirked. “Do you want me to stop?”

“NO! Don’t stop!”

Despite the protest Dash retracted the finger to the sound of a mewling whimper on Fluttershy’s part.

“That almost sounded like an order.”

Shy felt her blood turn to ice. “No! no I -.”

“Should a dirty little whore who walks the streets in underwear that barely covers her giant lewd tits really be giving me orders?”

“I’m sorry! So sorry!” Dash stood amused just slightly back, Fluttershy clearly conflicted, leaning inward ever so slightly, well-padded body dripping, desperate for her touch.

“If you really want me to punish you properly, you’ll have to prove you deserve it.”

“I – I’ll do anything.”

Dash savoured the moment, as did Star, the frantic lilt to her voice, the needy look on her face.

“Beg me.”

“Please Dash!” There was hardly a moment before Shy complied, the request coming perfectly naturally to her in her current state.

“I dunno…”

“I need to be taught a lesson, please do me the honour of punishing my unworthy tits!"

Without warning Dash jammed a finger into the giving flesh, watching it sink in with sadistic pleasure.

Fluttershy lurched forward, panting like one of her animals in heat, her body sensitive and raw as the flame that existed only in her mind seared her skin.

Star, for her part, had lost her patience with being idle, having circled around behind without either of the deeply engaged pair taking notice. A wisp of blue magic wrapped itself around her hand, glowing brightly then fading.

The hand slithered downward, forcing open Fluttershy’s legs and digging in before she could even react.

“C-CUH-COLD!”

Fluttershy felt fingers frigid as ice suddenly intruding within her, legs buckling as Star’s free hand began to dig into the plush folds of her side.

Of all Star’s friends Fluttershy had invited perhaps the greatest creativity. The perpetual contradiction, the need to hurt but not harm gave Star the opportunity to explore avenues of magic she had never even considered. Flames that never burned, needles that left no marks, coming up with them was almost as much as using them…almost.

It was hard to believe that people like Fluttershy and Dash could live without magic. Once she knew that the friends were such a perfectly matched set… well it would have been cruel not to share her gifts with them. A brief romp through Fluttershy’s head and suddenly Dash could do anything Star could, at least as far as she was concerned.

“Dear oh dear, look at the mess you've made you little trollop.”

Star’s still frigid hand returned from betwixt her fatted thighs, now dripping with proof of the spell’s efficacy. It took a bit of a stretch to get her hand in front of Fluttershy, particularly as she continued to shiver and shake, Dash’s own efforts still plowing climax after climax through her and meeting no resistance.

“What are you going to do about it?” She asked, fingertips glistening right before the masochist's eyes.

“Puh – Please allow me to lick it clean for you miss.”

The fingers forced their way between Fluttershy’s lips without ceremony, a tongue waiting to greet them, lapping up the sweet taste of her own depravity with no shortage of enthusiasm.

“That’s a good little pervert.”

The long, desperate licking and sucking was interrupted briefly as Dash put her own tongue to good use. While her left hand continued to paw at Shy’s left side, the invisible heat melting through any remaining resolve or dignity, her tongue drew a long slow path along the right mound of flesh.

The sensation alone would have been enough to elicit a reaction, but just as with her finger, Fluttershy felt the warm trail of saliva morph into hot wax on her skin, leaving her to gag on the intrusive appendages as she tried to manage the excess of attention.

“Whose better Fluttershy? Me or her?”

Fluttershy half gurgled a response, unintelligible to either listener. She wasn’t one to pick favourites anyway, and between the radiating waves of pain in pleasure, pulsing through her in all directions it would have been an impossible choice regardless.

“A better question-.” Star interjected. “Is ‘are you ready to take this one step further?’”

“Please.” She croaked as Star retrieved her fingers from between her lips, taking time to smear the sticky mess that remained on the taller woman’s face.

She took a step back, feeling the significant weight of her host falter without support, falling to her knees with simpering shutter and an adorable jiggle. Dash, however, had yet to give up her claim, having not even relinquished her grip on the ever fascinating mound to which she was attached.

“Dash.” Hearing her name drew a sliver of attention away from her fun, but that was all Star needed. “Rainbow. Crash.”

What followed the nonsensical order was a strange little spectacle, beginning with a series of uneven blinks, soon followed by magenta eyes rolling into the back of her head. Hands that had gripped their prey so tightly that red prints had appeared beneath them fell to her side limp, her mouth hanging open, quietly murmuring incoherently as following even a single train of thought became totally impossible.

A little shiver passed over Fluttershy at the sight of her friend, so self assured and dominant, rendered catatonic with little more than a couple of words, eyes lingering on her even as Star moved her aside as easily as one would a piece of furniture.

“How do you feel?” Star asked, after parking a still quietly burbling Dash to one side. The answer may have been obvious by the slick, shiny trail still present between the mass of her thighs, or by the rapid, rippling rise and fall of her chest, but as Star fell to her knees to meet Fluttershy, she knew she had to ask.

“Wonderful.” She breathed, a hand beginning to stroke a reddened and sore nipple, the other running gently along the tender slope of her belly where streaks of Dash’s saliva were still plainly visible.

“You sure you can handle a bit more?”

An inviting smile formed along Fluttershy’s face, instantly allaying any trepidation Star might have felt.

“Please, continue to punish this shameful slut the way she deserves.”

Star ran a comforting hand along the back of her neck, followed by a delicate kiss on her forehead, likely the last thing that would happen for quite a while that could be considered gentle.

“As you wish, my little deviant.”

Taking a still silently babbling Dash by the wrist and drawing her back into position, Star reached out one final time.

“Dragon Dab.”

With that, the final remnants of restraint that afflicted either woman were lifted. Fluttershy felt immediately renewed, freer and more herself than she could remember.

Dash was similarly unencumbered, feeling totally unrestricted, keen to enjoy her friend to the fullest, her mind flooding with affection even as it raced to douse her every spoken word with caustic venom.

A hand reached out with lightning speed, paired with a single spoken word.

"Furnace."

Followed shortly after by a crushing force on one of Fluttershy’s massive tits. The woman squealed while Dash drew closer, her other hand digging deeply into her partner’s gut.

“You should be thanking us for taking the time to correct your behaviour.”

For Dash, dominance and affection were practically synonymous with one another. There was nothing more intimate for her than the opportunity to impose her will on another, to lay claim to living property.

To be trusted to do as she saw fit, to have her loyalty reciprocated by someone who accepted all that she had to offer, there was nothing better.

Watching Fluttershy squirm under her abuse only made Dash hungrier for more. As her left hand gripped ever tighter, she felt herself growing almost as excited as her victim, increasingly eager to treat herself to similar satisfaction.

Star stood back, now content merely to enjoy the show and offer encouragement.

“She’s right Fluttershy.” She called as Dash’s grip only continued to tighten, rippling waves of intense heat thrumming all throughout Fluttershy’s body. “Without us you’d never know how much of a depraved little freak you really are.”

“Thank you for showing me how much of a perverted little whore I am, thank you for punishing me!”

Dash's opposite hand reached out, followed by a similarly curt statement informing its new purpose.

"Pins and needles!"

In stark contrast to her right's ever tightening grip, her left took a much gentler tack. Her palm resting gently upon Fluttershy's belly, tracing gentle circles upon its surface, but forcing a reaction just as adorably strained.

Each delicate circuit brought with it the feeling of innumerable tiny pricks along Fluttershy's skin, merely skimming along the surface so long as Dash was subtle, but when she wasn't...

"EEEEYaahhHHaaaH!"

A little extra force was all it took to plow yet another climax into her perpetually yielding form.

“You squeal like a pig!” she hissed, The wiry athlete taking an enormous mass of supple flesh in either hand, waiting a moment to savour the reaction as Fluttershy flinched, her body feeling, in the moment, like it was pressed against the engine of a locomotive. “Have tits like a cow!” The smaller woman crushed the huge weight in her hands, digging her fingers in as deeply as she could, the shock of the sudden pressure and the overwhelming heat sending paroxysms of torment and pleasure throughout Fluttershy’s entire body as she was pulled closer towards the floor. “And an ass like a fucking caribou.”

Dash only released her vice like grip once Fluttershy was fully situated on her hands and knees, arms wobbling as though they were made of jelly, hardly able to keep control. Despite a marked difference in size, in that moment Fluttershy saw Dash loom over her, starring down in contempt at the mess of a person she had made.

“I think we’ve been going about this all wrong, you don’t need to be punished, you need to be trained.”

Dash circled around to Fluttershy’s side, leaving only Star in view, a rapturous look to her face as she watched the shy young woman continue to be brutalized and demeaned. Off to her side there was the sound of a zipper being undone, with Star’s face lighting up while Fluttershy continued to tremble.

“If you’re going to look and act like one of your little meat animals…” She heard as a sudden, though modest influx of weight appeared on the small of her back, first perched upright, but then leaning forward spreading over as much of the length of her body as it could manage. “Then that’s exactly how you’ll have to be treated.”

Thin but muscled arms wrapped around her, reaching low and taking time to fidget with with the pair of enormous weights hanging from the vegan's frame near to the floor. Once again the intolerable heat sent an exquisite wave of pain throughout her body, soon complimented by the familiar sensation of sharp, invisible implements digging into skin.

From behind, a row of teeth began to drive themselves into her shoulder, a thin trail of markings forming shortly after, as if to formally brand her.

When the teeth and hands vanished, they were soon replaced by Dash’s raspy voice, offering assurance she had no intention of relenting.

“A filthy animal like you isn’t good for anything on her own…” Dash once again propped herself upright on the pathetic beast upon which she now rested, slowly begging to roll her hips along the soft, giving perch at the small of her back. “I guess it’ll be on me to turn you into something halfway useful.”

Back and forth, back and forth Fluttershy felt the tiny weight shift, the feeling of another’s arousal beginning to drip along her skin, another quick shudder of pleasure drawing her to near collapse as she felt herself being used as little more than a grinding post.

“We’ll start with something even you can handle.” A hand reached forward, a thin finger hooking its way into Flutterhy’s mouth, the feeling of searing heat and the light stretch of skin as her neck craned backward. “I’m gonna ride your fat ass all through this hall, do you think you can manage that?”

There was a garbbled bit of response, doubtless confirmation, though none could say exactly what was said.

“Maybe if you can manage that I can try teaching you how to decorate, or at least let you back up on your hind legs”

The echoing crack of skin upon skin filled the room, a ripple traveling up from Flutterhy’s freshly reddened ass up through her entire body as it rigidly lurched forward.

“Get a move on you lazy sow.”

There was a quivering first ‘step’ as Fluttershy put one hand before the other, feeling Dash continue to roll along her back, knees pressing inward at her sides to further drive home her displeasure. The significant weight of Fluttershy’s thighs began to shift but before a full ‘step’ was made she felt the increasingly familiar sensation of Dash’s flat palm on her ass.

“Faster!”

The strikes couldn't possibly be more unhelpful, but both knew it. It hardly mattered whether the hand that struck her was imbued with searing flames or the tips of pins, because either way a climax followed the moment of contact.

As Star watched, bemused as the pair began their circuit around the enormous hall, she could do little other than smile. Slow uneven progress gradually turned to consistent momentum as Dash's tight, toned little body ground itself along her lumbering steed. A clear steady rhythm becoming apparent, each step being met with one wicked swing of Dash’s toned arm, reminding her not to stop.

The reminders were likely necessary, as puddles formed beneath Fluttershy with each even momentary stop, her collapse into exquisite pain and pleasure forestalled only by the promise that more awaited her if she kept forward progress.

Star turned away as they went, content to let the pair enjoy each other's company. They would be a while getting around the hall, in part, she guessed, because they were enjoying themselves too much to do it quickly.

As she looked over at Applejack, the sound of taunts and punishment still reverberating through the air, her eyes settled upon the solid mass of a woman she had left, bathed in the glow of the falling sun.

"We're gonna be here all night if you don't pick up the pace!" Star didn't bother to turn as the taunt was followed by a particularly rapid series of loud cracks and joyous whimpers, simply smirking instead.

Her day was almost at an end, but as she moved closer to the pane of glass she knew she had one final thing to take care of.

Author's Note

Hope all of my Canadian readers had a

HAPPY CANADA DAY!

ah, to be in Fluttershy's position...
BDSM is a common request, and one I have yet to really explore, so I figured I'd take a run at it from a slightly different angle.

The long space between chapters is due in large part to the implosion of my laptop, long hang time for a replacement, and total loss of momentum that so often fucks with my process, but hopefully i've gotten past that.

The storys gotten *slightly* longer, but im committed to keeping this thing contained... see you soon <3