It wasn’t often that Rainbow questioned her ability, but this was one of those rare times. Right this moment she doubted her intellectual prowess as her entire body was itching like it was on fire and sweating as if everything else was burning too.
In all honesty, Rainbow couldn’t say for the life of her why she always agreed to do it. On each occasion it took her less than five minutes to start regretting her life decisions. There was nothing about it that she could possibly like, and yet each time Rarity asked her to act as a model, or rather a living, breathing and suffering ponnequin, she couldn't help but lend herself to the fashionista for a few hours.
Eventually Rainbow had gotten used to Rarity’s fashion sense, because apparently she knew better, even if more than half of her outfits were impractical at best, when they weren’t beyond ridiculous. Constant nagging and requests to change the pose or do whatever else, like holding another of those stupid ribbons, could be dealt with too. However, there was something that never changed and was the touchstone of Rainbows’ growing aggravation.
She didn’t hate anything more than standing unmoving in one place. That, and she absolutely despised being dressed like a doll.
Of course there were sensible limits, she could handle keeping still for about five minutes without any trouble. Obviously, sleeping didn’t count, duh. But being frozen in some idiotic pose for half an hour while Rarity seemed be in the middle of an artistic crisis or whatever she called spacing out…
Being Rarity’s toy in a sense annoyed her a bit less, because she couldn’t feel it physically and unlike her current predicament there was absolutely no possible way that aspect of her helping Rarity could be changed. At least Rarity agreed (with great displeasure) not to touch Rainbow’s mane and not to apply any make-up. Also, their patience combined usually only gave Rarity enough time to dress Rainbow in two dresses at the very best, which wasn’t so bad. Still, it never took long for Rainbow to start hating every moment of being wrapped in lengths of cloth.
Why was she doing it then? Ah, yes, friendship, loyalty and all that stuff.
To make things worse, Rainbow was standing with her back to the clock, so she wasn’t even sure of how much time had passed. She tried to count the seconds, but her anger kept distracting her, so it proved futile.
Rainbow’s body was bursting with energy she was forced to contain, practically making her feel sick, and she was bored out of her mind. She wanted nothing more than to spread her wings. Not to fly or flap them, just to spread. Her hooves and neck felt no better, but unless she wanted to hear another of Rarity's endless tirades accusing her of ruining her entire career, she had to mimic a statue. In moments like this she started to relate to Discord and it was a bit scary.
At last Rarity came to life, her mind returning back to the alabaster body from whatever dimension it had been in for the last half and hour. She then walked around the podium until she vanished from Rainbow’s sight, stopping right behind her.
Nothing happened and she fell silent, mostly likely falling into her ‘creative’ trance again.
Rainbow began to count to herself, but somewhere at a hundred she began imagining how she would ‘accidentally’ ruin Rarity’s precious manecut the next time the fashionista happened to leave her boutique. Though she knew it probably was mean, she couldn't help but grin. That smile quickly melted into frown as she realized she had to leave the boutique first and it didn’t look like that would happen anytime soon.
Suddenly, Rarity spoke:
“Rainbow, do you eat well?” The question rang through the stuffy air of the studio in a somewhat accusing tone which instantly made Rainbow bristle.
“Yes I do,” she intoned with a roll of her eyes. She was following a special diet for athletes and not gorging on icecream like it was going to disappear from Equestria the next week. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just…” Rarity hesitated, sounding just as displeased as before. “Eh, how do I put it? Your… posterior… it is so… bony. It makes it hard for me to design clothing with you being a model.”
That mare! Rainbow had been pretending to be a Celestia damned doll for a solid hour and Rarity had the nerve to comment on her ass not being as fat as that white pillow of hers.
There were many expressions ready to fly off of Rainbow’s tongue, not to mention the burning desire to tear her clothes off and throw them in Rarity’s face, then storm out of the boutique, yet she made an effort (a titanic one) to keep it cool as much as she was able to.
“Ask somepony else then,” she barked. It wasn’t very polite, sure, but it was better than most of the things she wanted.
“Well, I can’t now,” Rarity huffed, “not with you already wearing my half-finished work. I have no time to start it again.”
Rainbow began to doubt her ability once more, this time – to have a level-headed conversation.
“And I have no time to stand here all day!” she practically growled. “How much longer?”
Rarity, who to Rainbow’s steadily growing anger didn’t bother to talk face to face, holding something in the corner of her mouth by the sound of it, mumbed from behind her, “It will go much faster if you stop distracting me.”
“It will go much faster if instead of spacing out you actually st–” Rainbow began, but couldn’t finish as her body instinctively jerked. “Ow!”
Something, most likely one of those darned countless pins pricked her definitely not bony backside.
“Can’t you be more careful!?” she nearly roared back.
Adding insult to injury, Rarity didn’t excuse herself but snapped back, “It is not my fault!” Apparently, Rainbow’s motion ruined whatever piece of art Rarity was creating around her rump, so the fashionista was now tugging at the clothing there in not the most gentle way, grunting in indignation. Then her ministrations around Rainbow’s backside became more or less subdued as she grouchily added, “If you kept still that would have never happened!”
“Maybe if you focused on doing things instead of staring at nothing or criticizing my ass I wouldn’t have to stand here for so long,” Rainbow spat back. “Even my body has limits, you know!”
Rarity continued to ignore her friend's complaints, as she was more concerned with the dress falling apart.
“Cease your fidgeting at once Rainbow!” she commanded and as her wish was fulfilled to some extent, finally bothered to comment in a voice laden with indignation, “I wasn’t staring at nothing or at your precious buttocks, I was in the middle of the creative process.”
“Then speed your creative process up or something,” Rainbow shot back, her patience nearing its breaking point. She still could feel the needle’s sting – it was itching like crazy. “And watch where your put your stupid pins!”
“Hmpf! My art is much more intricate and can’t be rushed like one of your useless races...”
Rainbow suddenly felt the boiling blood in her veins turn icy cold. Just as her body had limits, so did her tolerance for the bullshit she was willing to deal with. She could stand the misery of being Rarity’s personal ponnequin, needles poking her ass… but nopony was allowed to make fun of her life’s passion.
Oblivious to Rainbow’s cold fury which was about to be unleashed, Rarity continued to prattle, “...But of course I shouldn’t have expected any understanding from a brute like you!”
Rainbow’s first thought was to find out if she could do a Sonic Rainboom using Carousel Boutique as her launching pad. Her next couple of plans held just as much destructive potential for Rarity’s studio.
However, Rainbow knew that if she were to wreak havoc, she would never hear the end of it from Twilight, followed by Applejack’s scorn and the silent treatment from Fluttershy. Pinkie might appreciate it, though.
Not to mention that she would have to help fix whatever she demolished, while listening to Rarity crying a river.
So, steeling herself, in the absolutely calmest voice she proclaimed:
“That’s it, I'm outta here.”
Before the last word of that declaration had left her lips, Rainbow did the thing she had craved most for the last hour – spread her wings, tearing the dress with a deafening sound (or, perhaps, it was Rarity’s shrill shriek).
Yet, when she tried to take a step forward to bolt out of the boutique, she found that something was holding her back. Turning back she was confronted by the sight of Rarity’s scowl lit up by her horn shining like a beacon, casting tendrils of magic to grasp at Rainbow’s lower half and the remains of the dress covering it.
Sweating from the effort of holding so many things with telekinesis at once, including the very inclined to leave Rainbow, Rarity yelled, “No, you don’t!”
For a single moment Rainbow’s determination wavered, compromised by a pang of sympathy, but then another pin stung her thigh. Without hesitation she flapped her wings, tugging on Rarity’s arcane hold, making the alabaster mare whine, “Stoooop! You’re going to ruin all my work!”
With her previous words still burning like salt on a wound, Rainbow hissed, “Who cares about your so useful work…”
“How dare you!” Rarity gasped and for a moment her magic faltered, letting Rainbow lurch forward with a resounding rip of cloth, which Rarity echoed with a pig-like squeal, “Rainbow, the dress!”
“To Tartarus with your dress,” Rainbow growled under her breath, pushing forward.
Rarity seemed to redouble her efforts in keeping her still, because suddenly escaping from the boutique had turned into a real challenge – a feeble unicorn was giving her much more trouble than she should have, all thanks to that cheating with magic.
In no time the studio had become a chaotic battlefield – loose blue feathers and disturbed papers with messy sketches circling a pegasus madly flapping her wings and a unicorn with her horn ablaze. The struggle was bumped up a notch, now taking all their focus, so no desperate pleas or angry dismissive comments were exchanged, being replaced by disgruntled grunts.
The two mares seemed to reach an impasse, locked in a fight none of them could win, though Rainbow wasn’t bothered by it. She knew that she had much more stamina than Rarity and that she would break out of her arcane bonds soon with more than enough strength to spare, leaving behind a harmless unicorn with a magic burnout.
But then Rarity managed to hook Rainbow’s front legs with her telekinesis, making the surprised pegasus lose her balance and plummet muzzle-first into the podium.
A well-timed flap of wings prevented Rainbow from smashing into the hard floor with all the momentum she had, but the bump on her nose she received still left her dazed for a few moments.
Those few seconds were enough for Rarity to regain her strength and come up with a new plan. As soon as Rainbow tried to flee the damned stage she was stuck on for far too long, she found herself still held by the telekinesis. This time she was in much more trouble, though.
“Don’t touch my wings with your filthy magic!” Rainbow yelped.
Being a dumb unicorn Rarity could easily damage her feathers, compromising their aerodynamics, not to mention that it wasn’t a part of a pegasus body anypony was allowed to mess with.
Rainbow tried to carefully wiggle out of the arcane net that had caught her wings and even began to have some success, until she felt magic also tug on her tail, which momentarily made her panic, as it was another big no-no. She realized that she had to come up with another strategy and fast.
Somehow, without any clear indication, the air between them changed: it wasn’t about the stupid dress anymore, Rainbow was sure it was ruined beyond repair already. It was now about winning the fight, though she had zero idea what the prize was. Yet she couldn’t help but feel the thrill and excitement coursing through her veins.
The tactic Rainbow decided on was simple: pretending to give in. Rarity should be stupid enough to fall for it.
Unsurprisingly, it worked, allowing Rainbow to turn in place as Rarity was taken unaware by her sudden success. Rainbow faced her challenger and became a bit shocked herself – Rarity looked like she was dead serious on winning, going as far as sacrificing her immaculate appearance. A flabbergasted face with smudged make-up and runny mascara, framed with a frazzled mane met her.
Rainbow wasn’t to witness it for long as she promptly body-slammed into Rarity, sending them both to the floor in a tangle of limbs. She felt herself pressing into the soft body beneath her, sensing the warmth of her opponent’s coat though the tattered remains of the dress, their sweat mixing where it was torn. She was quick to find the release from the grasp of white hooves as their owner squirmed under her, profusely cursing, using some words and expressions Rainbow had never heard before.
Rainbow was able to take only a single step from the unicorn sprawled on the floor when a whip of magic snaked itself around her tail once again, vigorously pulling, sending hundreds of needles through her spine.
Fed up with the unfair tussle, Rainbow, thanks to her wings being free, with a mighty flap pivoted at railway speed, aiming with her hoof at Rarity’s horn.
Why, yes, she was about to hit her friend. Taken out of context, it was a horrible thing, Rainbow was acutely aware of that. However, under the circumstances she was left with no other choice. Also, Rarity wasn’t a saint, somepony had to teach that snob a lesson about not violating their friends with magic, and if it had to be Rainbow Dash, then so be it.
However, in a display of unexpected agility Rarity elegantly dodged the haphazard swing. Narrowing her blazing eyes in malicious intent, with her horn aglow, she pounced at Rainbow, blasting her with magic.
The arcane push added to the momentum of Rainbow’s clumsy strike sending her uncontrollably spinning in place like a top until Rarity crashed into her from behind, pinning her to the floor with a blue magic aura.
A rush of hot air reached Rainbow’s ear, making her fur stand on its end. In a hoarse voice, between the ragged breaths, Rarity whispered, her lips tickling Rainbow’s skin, “That was very dirty of you, Rainbow.”
Once again Rainbow wondered what was going to happen next, now that she was so close to defeat. Failing to answer that question, she panicked. She also began to realize that either she had underestimated Rarity’s aptitude for prolonged magic exertions or overestimated her own supply of energy. Either way, fighting back the telekinetic binds was becoming harder and harder.
In a flash of inspiration, Rainbow shouted, “Let me go, you fat bitch!”
Her guess was correct as the air above her head was cut with a sharp inhale of indignation and for the blink of an eye the magic chains holding her prisoner loosened. It was enough for her to roll from under Rarity, but in the hurry their hooves became tangled, so when she found herself standing she was also staring down at her.
Their eyes locked for a very long moment. The unplanned physical activity took a heavy toll on Rarity who looked like she had just run a race, all her carefully applied make-up ruined, becoming a vicious war-paint. The immaculate coat was sleek with perspiration, fur and mane ruffled into a fluffy soft mess. She was hyperventilating, the lean breast heaving, sending gusts of humid breath into Rainbow’s blushing face. Her body radiated heat, feeling like embers where Rainbow’s hooves were pressed into it. Her half-lidded eyes were unfocused, the expression in them unreadable. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead, reflecting the blue glow…
Rarity was casting magic!
There were different rules in regards to hoof-to-hoof fighting with different species and races, but the first rule of fighting unicorns and other arcane beings was to always keep your eyes on their horn no matter what.
Caught up in her confusion, Rainbow was too late to realize her grave mistake.
In a heartbeat she lost her balance as some kind of cool rope cut into her body in dozens of places at once, making her helplessly fall to the floor.
She tried to break out of her new bonds, but they weren’t ephemeral magic anymore – it was the hard plastic of a measuring tape. Her muscles bulged under her lathery skin, but to no avail. The ribbon slid against the remains of the dress without any effect, pressing the soft soothing silk to her body. It roughly rubbed her fur in places too delicate for that, preventing any further opposition. Yet, Rainbow couldn’t help but keep trying to check her bondage for strength. It was like she had an aching tooth – it hurt to touch it again and again, but she couldn’t resist.
While she took her sweet time staring at the mare at her hooves, Rarity weaved an intricate web behind her back. To make things worse, she seemed to be finishing it now, tightening the knots holding it together, making Rainbow shiver each time a loop was fastened around her sensitive flesh.
No matter how much Rainbow struggled, she couldn’t move even a little bit, the short ribbon left her no room for that whatsoever, locking her in one place. However, that wasn’t what was making Rainbow sweat bullets and keep threshing, but the pose she was in.
Her chin was pressed into the hard floor, her knees rubbing against it and the laquered wood, while her rump was high in the air held by her bound together hind legs. She couldn’t bend them unless she wanted the ribbon to painfully cut into her skin. It was beyond embarrassing and the fact that Rarity had to be standing right behind her right now, was making her mind race with emotions so mixed it was scary on its own.
Speaking of which, there was a short commotion somewhere behind her, Rarity was likely rummaging through her possessions, looking for more ropes to tie her prisoner. The approaching sound of clopping hooves heralded her return. The last step positioned the seamstress at Rainbow’s side, the white hooves being a feather length away from her red face.
Suddenly, magic grasped Rainbow’s tail and to her utter embarrassment and following anger, it was raised up, exposing to chilly draughts the things hidden under it.
“What the hay are you doing!?” she yelled, once more trying to free herself from the tape trap.
Rarity refused to answer the question until she made sure Rainbow tail was bound to one of ribbons going across the blue back, steadfastly locking it in its all-revealing position. Then the shimmer of magic aura filled Rainbow’s hearing – a strip of black velvet was levitated right before her eyes which grew wide in shock as it was stuffed in her mouth despite the protests and fashioned into a gag.
“Let’s keep your mouth shut since you can’t watch your language, Rainbow,” Rarity chastised her with an annoyed sigh. Then she chuckled darkly and all of sudden her mouth was at Rainbow’s ear – she could see a devious grin on the crimson lips, whispering to her, “As for your tail – that was for calling me fat.”
Rarity was gone, and her voice rang out from where it was before – at Rainbow’s side, now even a bit further. “And this…” she paused, ”is for calling me a bitch.”
Nothing followed those words and Rainbow began to wonder what it was all about when…
A reverberating and deafening clap of thunder rang through the studio of Carousel Boutique as a flat piece of wood connected with Rainbow’s rump at a speed that would have made her envious in any other situation, sending ripples travelling across her, glossy with sweat, coat, proving Rarity was wrong – it wasn’t all bone, far from it.
The slap sent jolts of lighting through Rainbow’s body and before she could catch herself, instead of trying to yell from the pain through the gag she emanated a short low moan.
She froze, becoming absolutely rigid, sensing in the back of her head that Rarity was just as surprised by that reaction. The tension in the room started to become tangible, but things weren’t about to end there. Rarity slapping Rainbow’s ass with all the telekinetic might she possessed was an invitation, and her body accepted it, answering with a playful wink.
“Rainbow!” Rarity gasped. “Are you… Are you enjoying yourself!?”
In the back of Rainbow’s mind a tiny blue pegasus took a list with the most embarrassing moments in her life on it and made an edit to the first position.
It wasn’t her fault! She had too much energy pent up and that fight was too… touchy! Nor should Rarity have slapped her like that, or even tied her up in the first place… Still, Rainbow felt like she was on fire, dreading to know what she would have to do for Rarity so the story never left Carousel Boutique.
Yet she felt like she had been plunged into icy water as Rarity spoke.
“Well, that is too bad,” she huffed at her side. Then her voice grew near. “I have to punish you first for shredding my dress into ribbons,” she purred into Rainbow’s ear, making Rainbow’s eyes go so wide she was afraid they would pop out of their sockets. “You do like ribbons, don’t you, Dashie?”
“Mhnnnn,” Rainbow tried to object, but her incomprehensible mumble fell on deaf ears.
Rainbow was shaking, but not from fear – the only thing she was afraid of was admitting her anticipation. She had completely lost her ability to understand what was going on and predict what happened next. Part of her screamed to do everything possible to get out of here. Yet as her limbs kept flexing under the bondage, each time the ribbons cut into them, preventing movement, she could feel only strange satisfaction.
A soft hoof slowly poked her rump, digging into her coat with its tip, making another involuntary moan escape her throat past the gag. Rarity continued to press until it became almost painful, then stopped pushing so hard only to begin tracing her hoof tantalizingly slowly along Rainbow’s muscles, down to the soft spot on the back of her knee. Rainbow’s leg buckled under her to be stopped instantly by the tight bondage, making the ribbon bite into her inner thigh, right beneath her crotch, procuring another wink and moan.
Rainbow hated to admit it, but more than anything she wanted Rarity to do it again.
The seamstress refused to indulge Rainbow's wishes.
“Aren’t you a naughty mare, Dashie?” Rarity said in a deeply disappointed tone. “You ruin my dress, make a mess of my workroom, swear like a seapony in my house, insult me and now... this? Tsk-tsk.” There was the sound of hooves clopping against the floor as Rarity went to the table with her supplies, followed by a snip of scissors, commenting as she did so, ”I can’t let that slide, I do hope you understand, there has to be some discipline.”
Then clopping again, drawing closer, stopping at Rainbow’s side.
“Now, let’s take a look again at what you have.”
Rainbow’s body became a conduit of electricity born from the impact of hard wood and her flesh, thunder following the merciless slap. The miniature storm made her marehood twitch, momentarily exposing her treasure – the swelled pearl glistening with the dew of passion. Before it could hide again, waiting for another call to answer it was grasped by the glowing aura, making Rainbow writhe in her bonds. Yet Rarity didn’t polish Rainbow’s most precious jewel with her magic. She took a short length of thin silk ribbon and wrapped it around the pink bud, preventing it from returning into the folds of sensitive flesh and skin.
“Here we go,” she said, beaming widely and gently flicked it playfully like a switch, making the mare at her hooves moan in response.
The sound of hooves slowly clopping against the floor filled the room as Rarity leisurely paced back and forth behind Rainbow’s back, humming something to herself and making the bound pegasus fidget uneasily in excitement of what was to come next.
The silence suddenly took reign and began to stretch into infinity as nothing happened. Rainbow’s eyes darted around, but couldn’t see anything betraying her fate. She could acutely feel the silk touching her in the most delicate place, how her marehood pulsed in rhythm with her heart, pressing against the soft embrace of the almost ethereal fabric. It was a pleasant sensation, but it was far from enough – she wanted more, but for some reason Rarity was stalling.
Rainbow began to fear that Rarity had fallen into another of her creative trances at the moment most inconvenient time, when she felt a hoof touch her backside, very close to the burning spot between her legs. She exhaled a sigh of relief through the gag, but it seemed her celebration was premature as the hard tip of Rarity’s limb began to move away from Rainbow’s moistening nethers.
Unlike the last time, it didn’t move down, but upwards, leaving behind a line of ruffled fur across her rump, then neared the tail base, lingering there for an almost imperceptible moment. It continued to travel further, parallel to her spine, pressing into the muscle hardening in resistance to the unceremonious, yet desired touch.
Rarity’s hoof entered an alcove, blazing with heat, between and under Rainbow’s wings, spreading the feathertips of the appendages tightly pressed to Rainbow’s body by the improvised bindings. The ribbon creaked softly, its strength becoming tested as the limbs it chained bulged from arousal, trying to spread.
Finally, the alabaster hoof concluded its journey, but its final destination wasn’t arbitrary. It was barely touching a cramped place between wings, the apex of muscles and nerves, now a tight knot under glistening and twitching skin.
“I heard this spot on the pegasus body is very sensitive. Let’s see if it’s true,” Rarity mused aloud, then her tone all of sudden changed from sultry to venomous, “But first things first.”
Not a moment later Rainbow gasped as the hoof that previously only gently teased her between her wings violently dug in, Rarity pressing it with all of her weight. She was pinned to the floor, the air being squeezed out of her lungs. Rainbow desperately tried to breathe, but with her chest squashed, couldn’t inhale fully.
It didn’t take Rainbow long to begin to choke, the darkness slowly creeping on the edge of her vision.
It was then that Rarity asked, her voice laden with fake bemusement, “What is it, darling?” She gasped in just as theatrical shock. “Am I really so fat, Dash?”
“Mhnnnngh!” Rainbow bleated in protest, the gag effectively preventing her from being comprehensible. Hot tears streamed from her eyes as she felt like she was going to pass out any moment. “Nnnnh!”
“What?” Rarity mockingly asked, her weight mercifully shifting away from Rainbow’s torso as she leaned down to Rainbow’s head, allowing a single breath to be taken. Then it shifted back, becoming even more restrictive. “You were saying?”
“Nnuuu!” Rainbow roared into the gag, snot shooting from her nose along with tears from the power of that desperate howl.
The boutique studio, already blurry, began to fade away when suddenly the air rushed into her no longer compressed chest. Rainbow was allowed only a few breaths before she was pinned to the floor again, though this time not in an asphyxiating way. Rarity’s mass was now distributed between two hooves, one still on that spot between her wings, another on her neck.
Rainbow’s skull became hard pressed to her knees, meaning that Rarity had to bow her head to whisper into a twitching blue ear:
“I’m glad we are clear on that,” she cooed. Applying slight pressure to Rainbow’s chest she asked, her voice thick with poisonous sweetness. “Isn’t that right?”
Rainbow vigorously nodded her head as much as could from her position. Judging by the redistribution of Rarity’s absolutely normal mass, she was spared.
For a few moments Rainbow simply enjoyed being able to fully fill her lungs with air, though she was still tense since, following simple logic, she yet had to answer for the second part of the insult she threw at Rarity, not to mention all the other ‘bad’ stuff.
However, no further retribution came. Instead, the hooves which previously dug into her skin like sharp spikes now caressed her body.
Rarity’s amazingly soft frogs (perhaps the spa visits had some sense to them after all) rubbed Rainbow’s hard neck, making the taut muscles melt under their gentle touch. They didn’t linger on one place however, moving away from her head, leaving behind the warm feeling of the stress relieved.
Rainbow knew where it all was going, so when Rarity’s magical appendages finally returned to that no less magical spot between the strained wings, she no more let out a sigh of relaxation, but a sharp gasp.
There was a short anxious moment of indecision, making Rainbow bite into the gag, but the inevitable punishment seemed to be postponed.
Rarity started first with the shoulderblades, where the muscles were almost absent, sandwiching the sinew between the hard bone and thick coat. Then the soft undersides of her hooves slid up, gently pressing into the meaty bases of the wings, spreading the tiny feathers and rubbing the exposed skin.
Rainbow moaned from the pleasurable touch, but her throat answering the intimate touch was nothing, compared to her wings. They were strung like metal wire, the measurement tape creaking and cracking, as the feathery limbs longed to unfurl by the pressure of blood pumped into them.
The menacing warning of the plastic losing the battle against the restless flesh made Rarity digress from giving Rainbow a massage. The air became filled with a shimmer of magic and a moment later Rainbow felt wide bands pressing her raging wings to her body, the mysterious sash wrapping around her torso and belly a few times, securely fastening her most precious limbs. Being further refused flight made her feel even more vulnerable and defeated, but she couldn’t deny that it also felt somewhat pleasant to be protected by the strong fabric now covering half of her body.
With Rainbow’s wings no longer having a chance of breaking free, Rarity returned to taking care of the spot between them, specially left accessible. With renewed vigour, as if aiming to make up for time lost, Rarity went on rubbing and stroking the feathers and fur. She carefully pushed the tips of her hooves into the nooks and crannies formed by the bones and ligaments, pressing the nerve junctions as if they were buttons, eliciting gasps and sighs from Rainbow, playing the mare like a musical instrument.
Rainbow’s voice and bulging wings weren’t the only indicators of her enjoyment. Rainbow could sense the wetness between her legs, the dew of pleasure rolling down her thighs making them wet to the knees. It wouldn't be long before she started dripping onto the floor.
Both she and Rarity could sense it in the air – the sweet scent hung heavily in the studio, though Rainbow had a suspicion she wasn’t the only one to blame for it. She couldn’t see it, but she was sure she had heard a droplet hit the floor once or twice.
Soon enough the symphony coming through the saliva-drenched gag changed in pitch, creeping to a crescendo. Rainbow’s rump wiggled in the air as she found a way to rub her legs together – it still wasn’t enough to directly affect her nethers, but she would go for anything in a moment like this. With a snap the thin ribbon keeping her swollen nub out of the folds gave up.
The pressure inside her kept building and building, however, when that dam was mere seconds from bursting, Rarity stopped.
“Mnnnnnn,” Rainbow bellowed in protest, but the soft hooves disconnected from her body and didn’t return.
“You have had your fun, Rainbow,” Rarity cackled. “Now it is my turn.”
There was a movement of air above Rainbow and a few unsure steps reached her ears a moment before four hooves pressed to her sides. That sensation was quickly dismissed as something else touched her – something wet and hot was squashed against her sacrum. Rarity gasped in pleasure and did a few testing rubs, instantly coating Rainbow’s back in her juices.
She broke the contact for a second, leaving the translucent strings hung between her and the matted cyan fur. Bending to Rainbow’s ears, she whispered:
“You weren’t fast enough.”
The comment made Rainbow shake from rage, prompting her to try the binds again – this time for real, but they held fast.
Rarity chuckled from the above then leaned down for one more taunt, “I won’t let you finish before I do.”
Before straightening herself she bit Rainbow’s ear, making the pegasus yelp.
Rainbow made one more futile attempt to break her chains and had to come to terms that she was now simply being used for pleasure.
Her jockey was losing no time, rhythmically sliding herself back and forth. Closer to Rainbow’s own well of pleasure, denied of drainage, Rarity was meeting the multicolor bound tail and letting it tickle her backside. Then she was sliding forward, the springy feathertips caressed the hard nipples of her teats.
It wasn’t infuriating only because Rainbow was as good as a couch in that situation, albeit she could imagine being more pleasing to rub against. The ginger touch of Rarity’s silky mounds and wet marehood were heavenly in a way she couldn’t explain, but they were sliding against her back! Her own delicate parts were chilling in the air – she couldn't even wiggle her backside this time, not with Rarity’s hips pushing it down with each movement.
Apparently Rainbow’s frustration became tangible as Rarity slowed down, taking a few moments to catch the breath, before speaking.
“Whew! You’re quite a ride, Dashie, I have to admit,” Rarity laughed, flicking her frazzled mane back and licking dry lips. “Though I can see you got bored. So why don’t we spice things up a bit then, darling?”
Rainbow tensed in fear under the blazing body pressed to her, drawing a deep breath just in case, but it wasn’t squeezed out of her. Instead she heard a shimmer of magic and this time it wasn’t gone, but continued to fill the air with its arcane rustle.
Nothing seemed to change as Rarity resumed drenching Rainbow’s back in her sticky arousal. Until the moment a sonorous slap accompanied by a surprised gasp rang through the air.
A folded in half leather belt held by the blue aura hung before Rainbow’s eyes, answering what just spanked her ass.
“I know that you aren’t able to appreciate it, but that is genuine manticore leather,” Rarity jeered. “It holds quite a bite, doesn’t it?”
To prove her words she whisked the belt out of Rainbow vision and swished it through the air with an almost whip-like whistle until it connected with the blue athletic rump.
The spanking didn’t end with that single slap, but continued, the belt hitting across Rainbow’s asscheecks, one at a time. Each strike came as surprise as there was no pattern, though every spot graced by the merciless onslaught of leather.
Unlike the piece of wood used before, the belt was narrow, indeed biting into growing sore flesh. At least Rarity seemed to hold herself back… somewhat.
Rainbow’s hindquarters worked overtime, trying to react to every slap. The loop of her outer fold ached from the frequent winking and from being ignored for so long. The moisture riveting down her legs was soon to become an issue as it threatened to grow into a puddle on which she threatened to slip.
Yet, she was silent, blushing more from the shame than from the building pleasure. She knew Rarity was enjoying not so much the frantic grinding, but the fact that she was riding the fastest mare around like she owned her. In fact, the seamstress was drunk with power, giggling between the gasps of pleasure and loud slaps, making Rainbow seethe. Having her fur continually rubbed the wrong way and her wings becoming drenched in Rarity’s arousal was only adding to the Rainbow’s misery.
However, her humiliation wasn’t to last forever.
Not long before Rarity stopped laughing at her victim, focusing more on making her movements less chaotic. The strikes of the belt rained upon her ride’s hindquarters with less power and frequency, often becoming nothing but glancing blows.
Now Rarity was breathing heavily, but not from the approaching climax. Being a unicorn who spent most of her life indoors, she had met the limits of her energy already, mostly thanks to hoof-fighting an athlete flier.
More than anything, Rainbow craved to comment on that, but from her position she couldn’t even shoot Rarity a mocking glance. Just to be sure, she tested the measuring tape, but it seemed that the bits were well-spent on it – the damn thing still refused to tear or stretch.
Oblivious to the pegasus underneath her silently fuming, Rarity stopped violating Rainbow’s spine and the magic hum filling the air for the last few minutes finally died out. She simply sat on her friend for a while, catching her breath.
At last she pushed herself up with quite a contented sigh and trotted forward, letting Rainbow witness her belly, dark with arousal, and her towering jiggling thighs. On top of them a crevice glistened, the grey tracks showing where it leaked onto Rainbow’s back. The moment it was right above her muzzle a thick drop fell, nearly missing her nose.
Rainbow was able to witness that image for only a few moments before Rarity disappeared from sight, returning to the table and shelves full of fabric and tools, looking for a way to use them inappropriately once more.
The clopping of hooves grew near, accompanied by the sound of something levitated with magic and Rainbow lost the ability to witness anything.
A strip of soft cloth covered her eyes now, tied into a bow on the back of her head. But the loss of her vision came with gaining something or, rather, re-gaining – the gag was removed from her mouth.
“Rarity, you fu–” Rainbow began, but she wasn’t let to finish.
The belt gug deep into her right hip, much harder than any time before, actually hurting. The searing slap also took place too close to her marehood, blasting it with the cool air.
“I didn’t free your mouth so you could spew obscenities at me,” Rarity berated the mare at her hooves hissing from the pain. With a short and sly laugh she added, ”In fact, I didn’t do it so you could speak.”
“Then what for?”
Another stinging blow landed on the same place, rekindling the burning stripe made across Rainbow’s already beaten to a blush ass.
Rainbow yelped and bit her cheek. There were many words ready to fall from her lips, but she understood the new rule before it was whispered into her ear:
“You will talk only when I let you, Dashie.”
She considered promptly breaking it for a single threat. It would be worth it… and the second slap didn’t feel that bad.
Before Rainbow had a chance to come up with a clever comeback or a game-changing threat, she was jabbed in the ribs with enough force to break her already unsteady balance. She tried to keep herself standing, but the wetness gathered at her hind hooves did her no favours and with a yell she fell like a chopped down tree.
At least, a somewhat pleasant surprise awaited her. Instead of hitting the floor with her side, she landed on something relatively soft – a pile of fabric readily embraced her upon landing or, rather, crashing.
To Rainbow’s further wonder, the ribbon binding her hind legs together loosened, finally allowing her to bend and stretch them. For a moment she considered using the regained freedom of the movement to make an attempt to flee, but decided against it. With the blindfold she had no chances and Rarity surely wouldn’t appreciate that, though perhaps there was some sense in the latter...
Still, she just simply relished in lying on her side, enjoying the coolness of the hard floor beneath the thick fabric. She even missed the sound of a metal clothes hanger rolling across the studio.
Rainbow yelped loudly, barely holding back the swear, when arcane tethers grasped her cannons and pulled her legs up. With her other limbs still bound together she had no chance to resist the magic and kicking the air was just as futile as writhing inside of her fabric and ribbon cocoon. There was also little sense in rejecting Rarity’s manipulations – she was spreading Rainbow’s legs, which held a promise of the long awaited satisfaction.
Rainbow bit her lower lip in anticipation, but though the wetness between her legs was exposed as much possible, it remained neglected.
Rarity didn’t leave her hanging, however. Actually… That was exactly that she did: the magic holding Rainbow’s legs apart and up in the air was gradually replaced by the rough touch of the folded fabric. When the tingling aura was completely gone it was those straps which made Rainbow’s hooves point at the ceiling.
Rainbow waited, her crotch burning with desire to be attended to, either by magic or something else – it didn’t make any difference for her at the moment. Yet, the only thing happening was Rarity’s hooves clicking deafeningly and concerningly near to her ears. Muffled by the distance their owner’s voice snickered:
“That's why.”
Rainbow opened her mouth, asking confusedly, “Wha–”, but was interrupted as something hot and slippery filled it, pressing to her snout.
It took her a fraction of a second to realize what was happening.
Before Rainbow could decided what she was supposed to do with her jaws full of Rarity’s private parts, the seamstress called from above:
“Watch your teeth, darling.” There was a very clear menace in her voice. “You don’t want to bite me, accidentally or not.”
Rainbow instantly made an effort to curl her lips around the sharp edges of her teeth. Then she froze in stupor, her mind still blank with indecision, breathing heavily, smelling the musky scent of Rarity’s arousal with every inhale.
“What are you waiting for?” Rarity’s voice reached her ears. With a melodious laugh she whipped Rainbow’s thigh with the belt. “Put that dirty mouth of yours to work!”
Scowling at the remark, Rainbow hurried to fulfill her captor’s wish and gave the already slick folds a tentative lick, tasting salt and a hint of flowery shampoo. That action produced a contented sigh from Rarity’s smirking mouth, encouraging the mare beneath her to continue.
The pegasus’ tongue became a curious probe, exploring the blazing crevices of Rarity’s dark and swollen outer lips, replacing the sticky juices with saliva. It massaged the soft folds without intruding on the heat behind those curtains, but making a pulsing treasure hidden inside them reveal itself, pressing into Rainbow’s muzzle, demanding immediate attention. However, Rarity wasn’t the only one who was insidious enough to implement the teasing tactic, so that pink knot of nerves was ignored together with the sensitive depths dripping into Rainbow’s throat; not that it was really necessary as the alabaster unicorn was already squirming on her ride, filling the boutique with sharp gasps.
Yet the novelty of Rainbow’s limited ministarions began to wear off, allowing Rarity to regain control of herself to the point that she decided to exercise her virtue and return some of her friend’s favour. Sliding her hooves and spreading herself on top of Rainbow, pressing into her hanging body, she lowered her head in between the pegasus’ legs until she was able to complete her goal – wrap her lips around the hard nipples in front of her.
Taken by surprise, Rainbow briefly paused on her assault of Rarity’s private parts but then returned to attacking them with renewed vigour. The two mounds protruding from the alcove between her legs weren’t as big as those of Rarity, thanks to the flying routines mercilessly burning away any hint of fat from her body. That didn’t mean, however, that they weren’t sensitive; as soons as she recovered from the initial explosion of pleasure, the decision of retaliating in answer to Rarity’s generous focus on them was made.
Swallowing the flood of sweet unicorn arousal and taking a deep breath, in one sudden motion Rainbow thrust her tongue into Rarity like a spear, its meaty tip burrowing into the searing hot folds, spreading them to their owners utter delight. In a violent wink Rarity’s clit pressed into the root of Rainbow’s tongue, locking it in place and making it dig into the spasming walls of Rarity’s sex.
That sudden yet ultimately welcome intrusion made Rarity break contact with Rainbow’s teats, forcing a low and deep moan out of her throat. For a while she allowed herself to do nothing but relish in the divine sensation of Rainbow sliding into and out of her, but soon she turned her attention back to her prize. Slightly rocking back and forth, so her twitching marehood would be pressing into the pegasus’ muzzle, she began to employ her own mouth, using it go give one half of Rainbow’s udder the attention it deserved while utilizing her magic to caress another half. Then her lips would slide across the silky skin, diverting their focus and doing the same with magic, letting it reach further between Rainbow’s legs and tease the overflowing pool of moisture there before leaving it wanting more.
Before long, the efforts of the both mares to please each other started to be broken with short pauses as they steadily began to approach the crescendo. Though Rainbow was almost denied of touch in the places that craved for it the most, the chorus of sensations made from lapping at Rarity’s, seemingly unending, source of slick sweet wetness and the unicorn’s mouth working wonders on her nipples, combined with the searing heat of the white body rubbing against her, were making her feel the familiar pressure inside. The fact that she was barred from its release the last time, made it even more anticipated and easily reachable.
Rarity, who also refrained from reaching the climax when she had a chance, could feel the pleasure building up, its limits in sight. The advent of the glorious finale made her limbs tremble, forcing her to dig them into Rainbow’s sides to keep her steady, the stern touch inadvertently helping her partner in winning that race.
However, for probably the first time in her life, Rainbow was ignorant that she was participating in one as she was solely focused on making the mare sitting on her face writhe from pleasure. Her tongue, already aching from exhaustion, but refusing to relent, kept wriggling and coiling, sliding in and out in an unpredictable rhythm, gracing with its attention both inner and outer parts of Rarity’s marehood.
Nor was Rarity, barely holding on with her hooves, ready to call it quits, not with the goal so near. She kept nibbing and tugging at the sensitive skin of Rainbow’s udder, both with her mouth and magic, smiling between the pants for air when her private parts would receive a pause full of hot breath instead of Rainbow’s tongue.
It wasn’t Rainbow’s fault that she ended up being the first to feel the dam inside her crumbling, she just had too much tension built.
With a hoarse cry and a great shudder, she involuntarily hollowed her back with a resounding creak of her restraints as they were tested like never before by the wings bulging under them. The muscles in her spread legs strained, spasming, echoing the mad twitching of her marehood until with the last wink, exposing the swelled and pulsing knot of her pleasure, she shot a brilliant arc of juices, letting it rain upon the wooden floor and then drip down her tail.
Her moan was muffled, however, as Rarity, nearing her own tipping point and driven further to it by the display of Rainbow’s long delayed orgasm, pressed and rubbed her sex against the drenched in her juices and pegasus’ saliva muzzle. It took her a few movements, mere moments, before her world faded away, consumed by almost unbearable bliss. Her quivevering hips became a vice for Rainbow’s head, forcing her to withstand the fury of Rarity’s own waterfall of passion opened in her twitching depths. And unlike the moaning mare beneath her, Rarity remained mostly silent, despite her mouth wide open, tongue lolling out in ecstasy and eyes rolling back.
For a few minutes the room was filled with huffs of two mares catching their breath and the occasional sound of Rarity’s juices dripping from Rainbow’s muzzle and mane, both soaking wet with them. Then a familiar sound of manticore leather digging into the cyan rump rang through it.
“Hey!” Rainbow yelped, yanked from her afterglow. Without a second thought, she protested, “What gi–”
With another spank Rarity interrupted her. “Silence!” she barked, climbing off Rainbow. With her voice full of anger, she continued to fume, “I don’t remember letting you finish before me. And look at the mess you’ve made of my floor!”
Skipping the part where she wanted to mention her being blindfolded, Rainbow made an attempt to justify herself, “If yo–”
This time her words weren’t cut off by the slap of the belt, but by a hoof on her throat, letting her know that it was not the end of her adventures, neither was Rarity joking.
“Make one more sound,” she hissed, “and you will regret it… a lot.”
Though Rainbow refused to acknowledge that threat with more than a scowl and baring her teeth, she remained completely silent. However, she wasn’t let seethe for long as her incapacited before body suddenly regained a lot of freedom when her legs became unbound from the cloth hanger. With a soft thump her rump landed on the floor and she flexed her stiff limbs, relishing in the ability to do so. Unfortunately for her, that moment was short – the familiar cool touch of measuring tape snaked across her cannons, climbing to her gaskins.
With her legs steadfastly locked together and the rest of her body cocooned in cloth, Rainbow couldn’t hold her balance and began to slowly roll on her side. To her great displeasure, she was poked in the ribs with a hoof, which made the process much faster and uncontrollable, resulting in the pegasus ending up on her belly. A surprised yelp escaped her lips and not a second later she realized the mistake as it was echoed by a whistle of the belt.
“Quiet~” Rarity laughed at her side in a sing-song voice.
Muscles bulged under Rainbow’s coat as she once again tried the clothing chains holding her as the unicorn’s captive. And to her immense shock she felt them give in, though a moment later she realized that the flexing of her limbs had nothing to do with that – a shimmer of magic permeated her hearing.
Not before long Rainbow could feel the chilly touch of air gracing her wings as at last they were released from their fabric prison. She extended them fully and tried to flap only to be stopped – something held them back.
“Don’t to–” she protested against the ephemeral grasp, forgetting any warnings only to be reminded of the strict rule by a no less harsh punishment.
Following the resounding slap came Rarity’s comment, “Shush, Rainbow.” Rainbow felt magic extending her wing to its full length. “I will touch you wherever I want.”
Though Rainbow instantly felt a pang of fear, it wasn’t wholehearted as she couldn’t help but also be thrilled at the prospect of Rarity gracing her with the attention. That was why, instead of revolting and trying to tear her feathered appendage from magic grasp, she let the unicorn satiate her curiosity.
Rarity bid her time in exploring Rainbow’s pride, the blue aura following her will, gliding across the shining feathers, rudely spreading and gently tugging them as her interest in the usually private pegasus’ parts became an impromptu preening session.
Rainbow couldn’t help but profusely blush and chew on her lip – her wings were never preened by anypony other than her. That made the routine, though still intimate procedure, change completely, becoming a suddenly unfamiliar sensation, yet very arousing.
A rush of air full of sweet aromas announced movement taking place and as Rainbow could judge by the sensation of fetlocks pressing into her side, Rarity placed herself in a quite peculiar way: standing over her wing.
Rainbow wasn’t left to guess the reason for it, however. Soft and blazing with heat, Rarity’s marehood pressed into her wing and mere seconds later she felt moisture on her skin as it seeped through her feathers.
At loss of words due the sheer audacity of that act, an incomprehensible sound escaped Rainbow throat; needless to say, it didn’t go ignored and was promptly answered by a slap of the belt. Despite the stinging, Rainbow tried to protest and flap the free wing, only to discover that it was pinned by magic to the floor. In fact, the only thing she succeeded in was eliciting a couple of excited gasps from Rarity as the wing twitched between her legs.
“Thank you, darling, but I can manage myself,” Rarity mockinly noted. Feeling the mare under her refusing to cease her struggles, she swung the belt, landing it on the cyan rump with a resounding clap. “Try to be a good filly for once.”
Unlike the last time she was used, Rainbow decided not to give up – there was a vast difference between Rarity rubbing her juices all over her back and the same sticky wetness maring her wings. She continued to fidget under the unicorn, but not only to no avail – achieving quite the opposite effect; Rarity seemed to be both amused by the resistance and enjoying the unexpected movements of the wing she was riding. Still, when Rainbow’s fighting back happened to be too successful for the unicorn’s tastes, she reminded of her power with the help of generous slaps landing across the sore and blushing rump.
Once again Rainbow found herself craving to test the limits of how far she could go. The blows landing on her sensitive skin only fueled her desire to be spanked more, even though deep inside she was aware of the futility of her struggles – her legs still were bound fast. She also couldn’t deny that there was something maddening in how Rarity slid back and forth across her wings, in a way quite different from what she expected; well, she could try to naysay, but her body, her winking marehood, were unable to hide the truth of how much she was enjoying the humiliation.
Like a well-oiled mechanism, the alabaster unicorn moved back and forth, her glistening nethers rubbing against the soft feathers, lubricating them. Her exercising of ability to telekinetically hold a few objects at once, combined with the effort of rocking her body was forcing her to exert the last remains of her energy, so thick beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and mottled fur.
The leather belt fell from Rarity’s magic hold and she clutched Rainbow’s wing with one of her front hooves as her moans rose in pitch, signifying not only her stamina was running out, but that it would go out with a bang.
With a few final frantic movements, she pressed her wildly twitching marehood into Rainbow’s wing, clutching it between her quivering thighs. Slowly sliding down it, she emanated a low whimper, which became a contented sigh when she reached the end of the wing, ending up sitting on Rainbow and also in a puddle of her pleasure gathered between the pegasus’s shoulder blades.
Though Rainbow did relish in the feeling of the mare on top of her becoming a shuddering moaning mess, it wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. She was left wanting, yet heavy gasps for air coming from Rarity promised little – the mare likely had nothing to offer. Not to mention that her sitting atop of Rainbow’s chest was denying the pegasus breath, though to a manageable extent.
Both fearing and craving the punishment, Rainbow asked, “You done?”
Though she desperately wanted to reach the climax of her own, part of her also wished to get out of Carousel Boutique and that moment seemed like the most appropriate for the departure.
Forgoing the customary slap of the belt, Rarity chuckled, “Why, yes. Your wings are delightful, Dashie, I must admit.”
Part of Rainbow’s mind sighed in relief, while the other part, currently taking residence under her tail huffed in annoyance. Yet her exultation was short-lived, as Rarity continued, “I am not quite done with you, however. We still have a few issues unresolved if I am correct, don’t we?”
Rainbow froze in place (not that she could move a lot, anyway) and prepared for the worst. Through the haze of lust that stubbornly continued to fog her brain even with a looming chastisement, she remembered that she never answered for calling Rarity a ‘bitch’.
The weight and warmth of the white posterior were gone, yet no hard hoof dug into the junction between her wings, nor it stepped on her neck. Instead, she felt a painful prick as a primary was plucked out her wing; though it was loose already, it still stung. The pressure of Rarity’s body returned a moment later, though now she sat closer to her tail.
“You should know, Rainbow, I had very high hopes for that dress, especially with the show looming close,” Rarity suddenly lamented.
Rainbow tensed up, becoming acutely aware of the sweaty vestiges of the long-forgotten dress still clinging to her fur. However, Rarity only continued to speak:
“I simply can’t give up on that design,” she said and Rainbow could imagine her pouting. “But it will be so hard to find a new model in time…”
The response to those words flew off from Rainbow’s tongue before she gave them a proper thought, “No! Get lost with your cursed dresses!”
She instantly bit her lip, expecting the retaliation, but it never came.
“So rash, tsk. I am yet to make my offer.” Rarity’s voice started as full of disappointment, but became laden with mischief as she spoke. “Are you interested in hearing me out?”
Rainbow caught that change of tone, fidgeting uneasily. Less sure of her future than before, she weakly barked back, “There is nothing that can make me model for you again!”
“Hmm…”
That sound was mirrored by the shimmer of magic and Rainbow prepared for the worst. Electricity jolted through her body as something that she didn’t expect happened – the tendrils of arcane force grasped her buttcheeks and spread them. Either intentionally, or not, the magic aura touched a bit more than that, slightly drawing apart her outer lips, strands of wetness hanging between them.
In the most sweet voice Rarity asked, “Are you so sure about that?”
“Y-y… Yes!”
The shimmer of magic wasn’t gone, of course. Instead Rainbow felt the tingling touch of Rarity’s telekinesis extend and now certainly on purpose caress the slick folds of her marehood, making it betray her with a playful wink.
“Even now?”
“Stop doing that!” Rainbow tried to protest, but her yell sounded like she wanted the exact opposite of what she said. The heat between her legs had gone for too long without the attention it desperately wanted, and now it was taking over every faculty of her body and mind.
“Doing what?” Rarity asked innocently and instead of letting her magic ebb from Rainbow’s backside, she let it go even further. “This?” The blue glowing tendril slowly sank between two swollen folds of sensitive flesh, but not too deep, just enough to give Rainbow the taste of its capabilities. “You want me to stop?”
“Please, no!” Rainbow moaned, but then caught herself, “I mean, yes!”
“Is it yes or no?” The magic probe continued to wander at the entrance of Rainbow’s depths burning with desperate desire. “I can’t hear you, Dashie, you’ll have to speak clearly.”
Rainbow hissed, trying to fight herself, but it was a losing fight. The gentle touch of Rarity’s magic was too divine to resist. She wanted to run away, to keep her pride intact, but simply couldn’t – she needed Rarity to continue caressing her with her arcane power, to go deeper.
She opened her mouth in one final attempt to protest, but couldn’t force a single coherent word out of it, only a jumbled mess. Rarity continued to tease her marehood without mercy, sliding the tendril of her magic across it, exploring any crevice save for the one that mattered the most, yet often gracing it with the electrifying touch.
Chuckling, Rarity asked, her voice innocuous, “So, you say you will model for my dress again, right?” Just as she said that, the magic abated from between Rainbow’s legs, instead residing to massaging the sore skin of the rump.
Rainbow squeezed her eyes under the blindfold and with that her pride was finally squashed.
“Yes,” she hissed in resignation and then added, hungrily, “just do it again.”
The magic flowed in for a moment, touching the outer lips, but then faded away, almost making Rainbow growl in frustration.
“And you won’t tear it like this time?” Rarity’s question bore a hint of poison and her magic dug into Rainbow’s rump.
However, if she aimed to incite fear, the plan failed as Rainbow was left only lusting for more, much more...
“Rarity, please…” she whimpered.
This time the unicorn heeded her plea and the arcane flood rushed in between Rainbow’s spread buttcheeks. Despite her attempts to keep at least some of her dignity intact, she couldn’t help but moan as the magic tendrils finally went past her outer lips and deep into her.
The tingling and writhing ball of magic threads pulsed and coiled inside Rainbow, pushing apart the spasming walls of her marehood, making it squelch with overflowing wetness as it went in and out. Rainbow’s wings, pressed before into the floor by Rarity’s hooves, shot from under them, rigid and barely moving, twitching in rhythm with the blazing heat under Rainbow’s tail.
The pleasure was overwhelming, yet it kept growing in intensity, as Rarity continued to use her telekinetic mastery to its full extent. Still there were to be limits and a happy end to that amazing experience.
However, as Rainbow’s moans became almost soundless gasps for breath, Rarity’s magic faded, leaving behind emptiness and the unbearable desire for it to return for one more final undulation.
Rainbow cried out in desperation, “Rar–”
Rarity interrupted her with a question, “Would you be so kind as to also wear make up for me the next time?”
Nearly breaking it tears, Rainbow yelled, “Anything you want!”
To her utter dismay, the magic didn’t return, though its shimmer was still buzzing in her ears. She gasped as it caught her clit in its vice, and groaned as nothing followed that promising act. A threat to break the agreement was ready to fall off from her tongue, then she felt something touch her most sensitive and craving for attention part, something neither magical but material – a feather, she realized.
Tickling Rainbow with her own tantalizingly soft primary and keeping her on the edge, Rarity sweetly asked, “What, anything?”
Missing the dangerous nuances in Rarity's voice, Rainbow cried, “I beg you, please, let me cum!”
The glistening jewel in Rarity’s magic grasp pulsing against its ethereal tethers, twitched in vain attempts to return into the soft and hot folds of flesh, but she held fast. She slid the feather across it, making Rainbow shudder and moan.
“Repeat after me: I will be your doll, my mistress.”
A sliver of sense in Rainbow’s mind, the last crumb of pride balked at the mere thought of agreeing, but her mouth had already spoken, “I will be your doll, my mistress!”
“Louder, I can’t hear you~”
“I will be your doll, my mistress!” Rainbow screamed as loud as she could.
There were a couple of seconds full of agonizing waiting and then Rainbow felt neither magic, nor feather touch her marehood. Wet and hot lips enveloped around clit and in that moment wave after wave of heavenly bliss washed over her. Her body spasmed, finally breaking the remaining bonds that kept her prisoner, though it didn’t matter anymore. Her wings flapped madly and hooves curled as her eyes rolled back.
The deep low moan escaped her throat and died on her lips as she passed out.
The soft clutches of the Dream Realm released Rainbow, yet reality refused to fully present itself to her – everything was blurry beyond recognition; but at least she wasn’t blindfolded anymore. Unfortunately it seemed that her hooves were still bound together and, strangely, by some rough and abrasive cloth – she didn’t know Rarity allowed any of that in her boutique.
While Rainbow’s eyes annoyingly refused to do their job properly, she relied on her other feelings and ended up quite perplexed with her surroundings. She could breathe in lungs full of chill fresh air bringing with it the distinct smell of pine trees; her ears were assaulted by a rhythmic clop of hooves and creaking of wood. The hard cold seat under her gently swayed and shook.
Finally, Rainbow’s vision cleared enough for her to behold a very strange sight – a weird creature mere hooves in front of her. Ignoring Rainbow’s bewildered stare it spoke:
“Hey, you, you're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?"
Author's Note
This story was written as a gift to my friend Geka.
If you notice any mistakes sneaked in through the editing, let me know.
Stay awesome.
