A New Kind of Game...

by Final_Draft

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Romance, Porn, Sex, Sweetie Belle, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Button Mash
Length: 8199

Sweetie Belle is bored... and after Rarity leaves on a month-long excursion, she plays.

Sweetie Belle gets an absolute boon. Rarity, gone for an entire month! And that gives her some interesting games to play...

Edited by the generous: kalash93

Fetish Tags: F-self, self-bondage, bondage, latex, armbinder, ball gag, nipple clamps, climax, toys, panic
Sweetie Belle as depicted in this story is 18+
Button Mash as depicted in this story is 18+

Published 2021-10-31 06:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-10-31 06:30:00 UTC

Let the games begin!

“No!” Sweetie Belle cried at the screen and the mic in front of her muzzle. “I said the other way, Button!”

“What?” Button replied in her headset. “No you didn’t! You said go here and try to flank!”

“Yeah, I said go flank from the other way! Didn’t you see the kill feed? A sniper got me…”

“Oh, well why didn’t you…” It was too late. The shot of a high caliber sniper rifle rang out, followed by the metallic clank that the game used to signal a headshot kill. Button Mash’s character slumped to the ground and he wailed into the mic. And since he was the last of their squad alive, the round of Search and Destroy went to the enemy team. Even worse still, that was the tie breaking round.

Sweetie frowned with a prolonged and frustrated sigh. She had poured her all into winning that match, even going far enough to solo a round, winning three against one when a lucky grenade took out Button and half of her team. Unfortunately, that fantastic win counted for nothing now. It was not the greatest feeling in the world.

“Damn it!” Button cursed again and sighed. “I wished you had told me the sniper killed you.”

Sweetie growled, “Well, that’s why you pay attention to your kill feed, Button. That is what it’s for…”

“Oh sure, pay attention to the kill feed and get blasted in the face for my trouble. Seriously, is a little communication that much to ask for?”

Sweetie bit her lip. Button had at least something of a point, but darn it so did she. “No, I guess not… but come on, you know the feed is important, too. It can tell you faster than I can.” She shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess. You gonna stay on for one more round?”

Rarity chose that moment to enter the room.

“Hello, Sweetie.”

“One second, Button.” Sweetie muted her mic and smiled at her sister. “Hey, sis.”

“Did you lose, Sweetie?” Rarity smiled gently, knowing that her little sister had been playing and not having a great win streak.

Sweetie shrugged. “Well, yeah… it’s not a big deal though.” Just then, Sweetie Belle noticed her sister dressed up for travel. For a few seconds she racked her brain to no luck. “Another fashion convention?”

Rarity smiled and shook her head. “Close. Well, not really… Twilight got the Prince of Saddle Arabia to personally invite me to visit their country to study their culture and fashion!” Rarity gave a fanfilly squee.

Sweetie blinked and tilted her head. “Isn’t that the same thing, Rarity?”

“No, not at all Sweetie!” Rarity pouted, then gave a gentle and patient sigh. “Well, maybe a little. But besides the point, I will be gone for a solid month. The kitchen is stocked, you have fresh clothes. Just in case I wrote down directions to use the washer and dryer. Rifle has a full magazine, just take it off safe. My friends know you’ll be by yourself, so you can call them if you need help with anything, and I will have my communication spell mirror too. Oh, and if any clients call to place an order...”

Sweetie rolled her eyes. “I’ll take the message for you, but… Rara, I’m nineteen. Why do the others need to know I’m alone?”

Rarity smiled and her ears folded back. “I know, Darling… it’s just a precaution in case an emergency comes up. Honestly, you know how Ponyville gets.”

Sweetie thought for a moment. Her sister had a point and she nodded. “True.”

“Ta-ta, Sweetie!” Rarity waved as she departed the door. Before Sweetie could resume her game, she heard an urgent gasp from her sister and she returned. “Oh, one more thing. I did not get a chance to do the laundry, would you mind…?” She let the request hang.

Sweetie smiled. “Sure, I’ll do the laundry, Rara.”

“Splendid! Thank you, Sweetie. I’ll see you soon!” And now she was gone. Sweetie waited a moment longer until the front door opened, closed, then locked. Finally she was alone.

“There we go.” She unmuted her mic. “I’m back, Button.”

“Great,” he replied. “What was that all about?”

“My sis is going out of town for a while.” Sweetie smiled. She loved her sister, but every now and then it was good to be alone.

“Oh cool. Do you wanna come over?” Button suggested with just a little bit of sly in his voice. Though, any hope for what she thought he was getting at was soon dashed. “I have a new game we could try! It’s a game about Neighponese ninjas and--”

Smiling in kind, Sweetie shook her head to herself. “Sorry, but not tonight, Button. I’m…” She chuckled as an idea came to her. Plus, it was yet another time when Button’s love of games got in the way. “Punishing you for not paying attention to the kill feed.” She gave an unseen wink.

Button whined. “Awe, come on Sweetie, that’s not fair.”

“All’s fair in love and war, Butty.” She giggled and blew him a kiss over the mic, calling him the nickname he didn’t care for. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Love ya.”

“Love you, too.”

With that, Sweetie shut off the game and put on a random movie for background noise. From her position sitting cross-legged, Sweetie slowly stood up and stretched. “Man, I should probably not sit for so long.”

Sweetie smiled to herself in the mirror, her slender form was nearly as voluptuous as her sister’s, for which she enjoyed quite a bit. The tight jeans followed her every crest and curve while the simple pink tank top showed off more of her E-cup than it hid. Sweetie shook her mane and tail, which she let grow down to her waist and ankles respectively, mostly straight, but still with the same curls that she had when she was a filly.

Padding around barefoot, Sweetie did as her sister asked and gathered up the dirty laundry from her own room and Rarity’s. Soon the washing machine was full and sloshing away, cleaning their garments. She even made extra sure to separate the darks from the lights, as her elder sister would have wanted.

“There we go.” Sweetie smiled and made her way back upstairs. “Now maybe I can enjoy my little private time.” Sweetie’s smile turned sly as she went about the house quickly. Curtains were closed, windows locked, all doors secured, and the ‘closed’ sign hung in the door.

Sweetie blushed as she made her way back upstairs, but she did not stop at her own room. No, instead she opened the door to Rarity’s. Once inside she went to her sister’s walk in closet, stuffed to the brim with shoes, dresses, and other clothing. On the lower shelf to her right was a rack of clothes which she gently pushed aside, revealing a locked chest of significant size. Sweetie levitated the chest out as she searched the nearby black leather jacket for the key her sister kept hidden in the breast pocket.

“Bingo!” Sweetie held the little golden key in her grasp as tingles ran up and down her spine.

The chest in her magical tow, Sweetie now retreated to her room. From there, a shoebox joined the locked chest. She opened that first, revealing a small collection of items. A pair of leather cuffs, a bullet vibrator, blindfold, small ball gag, and her most expensive piece of bondage gear, a programmable horn ring.

It had taken her a while to amass just this small amount of gear. It was so expensive! Each piece cost her more than she would have liked, especially the horn ring. “It’s not much,” Sweetie sighed at her tiny collection. “But someday I hope to have a lot more.”

Which brought Sweetie’s gaze to the trunk she ‘borrowed’ from Rarity’s room. The key slid in easily and the lock clicked. She flipped the lid open and it always surprised her, even though Sweetie was very aware of the contents inside.

The trunk was absolutely full of kinky bondage gear. Latex catsuits, opera gloves, thigh-highs, all of them in various colors and types. At least a dozen different dildoes of various sizes, a cornucopia of vibrators from eggs and bullets to flat little things that she had no idea what their name was. Several coils of colored rope, many different gags, nipple clamps, and so much more. It made Sweetie’s mind spin to think about how much all of this must have cost Rarity.

Yet, every time she felt kinda guilty about how she knew about all this.

It was when she was sixteen, coming home from school on a half day. The house was strangely empty and quiet, the shop closed on that day just as it was now. At first she paid no mind of it, figuring that Rarity was probably upstairs, but when she looked there was nothing to be found. She grew more curious and looked around. Rarity was always good about leaving a note explaining where she would be, as her older sister tried her best to be responsible when it came to Sweetie Belle.

But there was no note this time. She looked everywhere; the kitchen, living room, her sister’s room and her own, the art studio, and everywhere in between. Each lack of success increased Sweetie’s worry by degrees until she was shouting Rarity’s name and frantically looking around as she wondered what had happened. Did one of Rarity’s enemies kidnap her? Who was it? The diamond dogs? Discord? All Sweetie knew was that she had to find out immediately!

The last place she had was the basement. As soon as she opened the door, Sweetie heard strange sounds. Moaning, the sounds of weak struggling, and… buzzing? Sweetie cautiously advanced down the stairs to investigate. She found her sister, but also a lot more that day.

Rarity was on the bare floor, naked except for the multitude of red rope that bound her body. Arms in a box tie behind her back, legs secured at the knee and ankle, the latter also tied to her arms in a hogtie, a ball gag in her mouth and blindfolded. Sweetie gasped and rushed over to untie Rarity and demand to know what happened.

Though she stopped, noticing something. The buzzing came from a bullet vibrator held against Rarity’s very wet groin by a rope running through her crotch. It also held a sizable inch and a half dildo in her rear. The other thing that made Sweetie pause was the ear plugs and horn ring, the latter of which had a timer readout. It took Sweetie a moment, but the realization set in.

Rarity tied herself up.

Sweetie watched Rarity struggle and squirm for almost an hour. Listened to her pleasured moans, and even a couple times when her sister orgasmed. It was surprisingly hot and she wondered how it could feel so good, being bound like Rarity was. It was not until the horn ring’s timer deactivated with a beep, which brought Sweetie out of her stupor, stroking herself through her jeans, that she realized what she was doing. She left the house quickly and did not return until later in the day, when she normally would have come home from school. Rarity was there, dressed fully, making lunch… as if everything was normal. A few months later, when Rarity departed on a trip to Manehatten, Sweetie did some digging and found her sister’s chest of sex toys, the very same one she had now.

From that point on, Sweetie kept what she found out to herself. How do you tell your sister that you found them in self-bondage, after all? Also, how do you admit to your attractive sister that watching them in bondage was extremely hot?

“Simple,” Sweetie took a breath and came out of her memories. “You don’t.” She dismissed the thoughts, her intentions of never revealing these things to Rarity very clear. Besides, why should Sweetie when she can just enjoy her fetishes by herself.

“Though,” Sweetie thought aloud as she casually searched and picked out the items for tonight’s entertainment. “I do wish that Button was a little less… oblivious to having sex.” Sweetie pouted at the thought. Button was sometimes a bit of a block head. Here she was, willing to let him have it, and he was usually more interested in games. She’s always received many, many compliments with how beautiful she was, so it was a little frustrating when trying to get Button to notice.

“I bet if we were to sit together on the couch, with me in panties and topless, he’d still be more focused on the game.” Sweetie chuckled, mostly amused but also a bit bitterly. “Well, he will just have to miss out, won’t he…” Sweetie smiled at her selection and set the two containers aside. Tonight she would drown herself in pleasure, and not have to worry about being interrupted.

Sweetie stood and stripped out of her clothing until she was bare, then picked up the first item of the evening. A solid red latex catsuit, properly powdered for ease of application. Tailor made for Rarity by Rarity, but Sweetie found that their sizes were close enough that she could wear them comfortably, if not a tad tighter than normal. Especially around her hips, as she grunted to pull the suit around her.

Eventually she used her magic to zip herself up and smooth out the form-fitting latex.

“Mmmmm, perhaps my favorite,” Sweetie sighed, enjoying the tightness that hugged her body like a glove. The suit was top notch, too. Individual pockets for her fingers and toes, curvature that sunk into her cleavage and ass cheeks, a double zipper for groin access, and a hole for her tail to stick out from. Even more, the base of her breasts and tail had slightly thicker rings at their bases, specifically to perk her breasts up and keep her tail raised. She often wondered how much such a catsuit would cost, and was immensely grateful that Rarity had the same kinks and taste that she had.

Already feeling fuzzy, Sweetie gathered the appropriate keys and took them downstairs, placing them on the rug in the center of the room before going back to her room. She intended to make herself work for that release.

Sweetie tugged on the black opera gloves and the thigh-high boots with the five inch heels, then climbed up on her bed with the rest of her items. Next came the equally black corset, lacing it as tightly as she could stand, at nineteen inches.

“Mngh!” Sweetie panted softly, the corset restricting her breath quite a bit. “Wanna… oof… eventually get this… down to eighteen.” She smiled, imagining that hourglass figure. If anything about Rarity made her jealous, it was that tiny waist she had.

Finally she got to the first bondage items of her list. Two leather belts, which Sweetie used to frog-tie her ankles to her thighs, now restricting herself to her bed in a large way.

Centering herself, Sweetie reached a gloved hand down to her groin and opened the rubber zipper, exposing her pussy and rear. With a mounting blush due to the exposure to the air, she then picked up the evening’s main entertainment. It was probably the second most expensive piece of gear she had today; a stainless steel chastity belt with phallic inserts that could both inflate and vibrate, the controls lockable and detachable from the belt itself. Likewise it was also one of the kinkiest, and knowing that these same plugs have pleasured her sister as well...

“Seems wrong, but feels so right.” Sweetie blushed hard as she generously lubed up the twin phalluses, then cinched the first portion of the belt to her waist, securing it with a padlock. Then, very slowly and with deep breaths, Sweetie closed the loop, guiding each dildo into its appropriate hole with little gasps and moans, the wide plate hugging her groin. Eventually it snapped shut, impaling her fully. And with the click of a second padlock, there they will stay.

“Oooooh, yes…” Sweetie wiggled her latex clad hips, enjoying the twin phalluses as they expanded her depths to a mild stretch. However, that just was not enough.

Taking each of the two bulbs in hand, Sweetie squeezed slowly and deliberately, savoring the gradual growth of the dildoes. Eyes slid closed, biting her lip in pleasure to the swish of air being sucked in with each clench of her hands. She kept going until the dildoes felt as though they had tripled in size, her thighs quivering under the strain.

“Oooooh, d-don’t c-cum yet, darling…” Sweetie gave a strained giggle, fighting the corset for air. “Y-you’ve only just begun.” Though she allowed herself a brief break to calm down.

Sweetie then picked up the large ball gag with multi-point straps and the horn support ring. Sliding the ring down her horn, it hung from a single strap that split down either side of her nose. However, she didn’t place the big ball into her muzzle yet. No, she needed stuffing first, and that came in the form of a pair of tube socks.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Sweetie carefully stuffed one into each side of her mouth, bulging her cheeks out. Now the ball went in, forced behind her teeth and packing the stuffing in even more. The straps buckled around her head, secured with another padlock. Finally she tightened the chin and muzzle strap, forcing her to bite down on the rubber ball.

“Mmmmmm,” Sweetie mewled, gently caressing her face, over the tight straps and her cheeks. Sucking in a breath, she attempted to scream… and to no real avail. She was as quiet as a mouse, doubting that if anyone would hear her even if they were right outside the door. That was good, because in due time she would indeed be screaming in ecstasy.

Sweetie then picked up the most expensive piece of her selected gear. A magic-blocking programmable horn ring, capable of sealing even a powerful unicorn’s magic for a set duration. She felt the inside, the rubber texture of the inflation ring would guarantee that she couldn’t get the ring off even if she rubbed her horn against the bed post. It was a blocky, ugly thing, but what it lacked in aesthetics it made up for with sheer effectiveness and reliability. Even if the ring malfunctioned, it had three backup spells that could release the magic blocking seals and deflate the gripping ring… but at the cost of burning out the user’s horn for nearly a week.

At that thought, Sweetie checked the batteries after programming the ring to cut her off in ten minutes, and keep her cut off for a solid two hours. Yep, they were fresh, and with that reassuring thought the ring slipped onto her horn.

Okay, a few more things to go. Sweetie shivered as she approached the point of no return, her hips squirming in need, the enlarged dildoes an ever-present reminder of what she was doing to herself.

The next piece was a black arm binder monoglove. Sweetie placed her arms behind her back with her palms together as her magic manipulated the glove. With practiced ease Sweetie slid the leathery item up her arms and all the way to her shoulders, giving a few hard tugs and muffled grunts to get it into place. Straps criss-crossed her shoulders and met above, below and between her breasts, where the padlock ensured it wouldn’t come off by itself. The effect of pushing her endowed chest out was magnificent.

But what is pleasure without a little pain? Sweetie levitated up the two clover clamps, devious devices that could cause quite a bit of pain, connected together by a short but heavy chain. This was something she learned from sneaking peeks at Rarity’s “private” self-bondage. More often than not, her older sister would place clamps like these on her nipple. And Sweetie found it to her liking as well. Holding her breath, her magic opened the first of the clamps.

“Mmmmph!” Sweetie yelped, pain stabbing through her right nipple. Now panting, she gave a whimper and opened the second…

“Mmmhmhmmmph!” She shrieked through her gag, squirming her chest in a futile motion to remove the clamps. All it did was sway the chain and pulled, so Sweetie quickly stopped. It hurt a lot, but that pain only amplified her pleasure. Again she had to pause for a few minutes, lest she orgasm too soon.

“Mmmmmmph…” Sweetie let out a passionate moan, her bondage nearly done. She needed to hurry, needed to be helpless and complete. Finding the remotes, she turned each of the dildoes up to medium high. The two monsters thrummed to life with an audible, mute buzz to go along with the equally muted moan from the horny mare they were lodged in. Quickly as she could, Sweetie unhooked the two remotes and pumps and tossed them aside.

One item remained: the blindfold. Quickly as she could, the silken black mask covered her eyes, the strings tied securely around her head. Now all Sweetie had to do was wait. Any minute now the timer would expire, the ring would inflate, and the spells would seal her magic. Escape would become truly impossible at that point.

Or at least until the second two-hour timer expired. Then she would be able to remove her blindfold and the leg belts, but that would be all she could get rid of until she hobbled downstairs and retrieved the key. The armbinder, gag, and chastity belt would remain.

With this restraint came a strange sense of freedom. Worldly responsibilities (like the laundry she left in the wash… oops) melted away. All that mattered was the inflated and vibrating monsters stuffing her ass and pussy, moaning into her stringent gag, and squirming against unyielding bondage in the dark.

“Mmmmmph, mhmhmmmph…” Sweetie moaned into the gag that thoroughly silenced her, squirming onto her side on the bed, the two dildoes that stuffed her so completely thrumming away with abandon. “Mmmmmmngh…” She resisted the urge to use her magic, find the controls, and hike the vibrators up to full power. The simple fact was that her orgasm would only slowly build, so long as the setting stayed where it was. She had to hold out until the horn ring kicked in and made her helpless.

Ten minutes is entirely too long, Sweetie thought with a distressed moan, squirming her thighs together in a vain attempt to hurry herself along. “Mmmmmmmph…”

“Mmmph!” The ring finally inflated, squeezing her horn tightly and blocking her magic utterly. Finally, she was helpless.

Sweetie mewled and squirmed in the self-imposed dark, the vibrators ceaselessly pleasured her ever closer to climax, but only at an agonizingly slow pace. But changing that steep climb was beyond her control now. At least for the next few hours. She laid down on her side, ever squirming her hips and arms, giving a little yelp when the heavy chain connecting her nipples pulled on the clamps, sending delightfully sharp pinches and pulls to her sensitive buds.

“Mmmhmph! MMmmmph!” In the dark, Sweetie let her fantasies take over.

“Mmmmmph! Hlmph!” came her muffled cries for help, left here to suffer as burglars robbed the Boutique of all of their valuables, Sweetie left bound and gagged for later, as the burglars had said. She struggled as they looked for a suitable container to transport her in. In her mind they ran through many suggestions; a duffle-bag stuffed with her and dirty laundry and sex toys, a small and uncomfortable box, and the one that scared and aroused her the most, the burglars talked about mailing her to their hideout. “Nmmmph! Nhmhmmph!” She begged, shaking her gagged and blindfolded head.

“Mmmhmhmmph!” Sweetie whimpered, struggling against the armbinder as her captor, now a slave trader that had sized her up as a good catch, teased and tormented her with the coming days of her training as a living sex toy.

“MMmmmph! Nmmmmph!” She renewed her thrashing as her imaginary captor stated that he was just waiting for Rarity to come home so she could join her. Sweetie spouted unintelligible curses at the stallion, begging him to leave Rarity out of this.

“Nnnmmmph! Mphphm!” Now it was her coltfriend, Button, who bound and gagged her after losing a high stakes bet in one of his games. And now he intended to leave her like this overnight.

“Mmmph! Mhmhmhmmmmph!” Now she was bound and gagged by her friends, Scoots and Applebloom, as a prank. Her distressed grunts and groans turned angry, threatening her friends with unintelligible words.

“Mhmhmmmph! MMmmmmph!” Now it was her own sister who bound and gagged her as punishment for not doing well in school. On her back, Sweetie imagines being spanked, yelping into her gag as the imaginary paddle smacked against her ass.

“MMmmmmngh! Mhmmmph!” Eventually that fantasy was the one that stuck the most, and brought her to orgasm. Sweetie jerked and squealed into her unforgiving bondage and thorough gag as waves of pleasure burst through her body. Despite the tightness of her chastity belt, her juices spurted against her thighs and onto the bed. Moments later she went limp, panting and moaning in sexual afterglow.

“Mmph, mmmhmph, mmmph…” Sweetie slumped on the bed, panting through her nose for precious air. “Mmmmmmmmph…” Though despite her fatigue and afterglow, the huge dildoes still thrummed away in her sex and ass as she ground her thighs together.

“Mhmhmmmph…” Sweetie squirmed and mewled as the delicious helplessness sunk in. There was no way out of this for the next two hours no matter how much she pulled and struggled in her bonds. They were too strong and too thorough. Her massive gag stifled any cries for help and worked with the tightness of the corset to limit her struggling as Sweetie had to stop every several minutes to breathe.

“Mmmph! MMmmhmhmmmmph!” Sweetie squirmed as she came again, clenching her thighs together and hearing the squeaks of wet latex as more of her feminine juices saturated her legs. Face burrowing into the pillow and pressing her clamped breasts into the mattress, just to eke out more pleasurable pain.

Time dilated as Sweetie settled into her pattern of struggling, moaning into her gag, and being unable to control her constant orgasms. She easily lost count and was certain that her entire lower body had to be drenched along with the bed. Tired as she was, and relentless orgasm after orgasm, Sweetie groaned in discomfort as they became a bit much and was starting to hurt.

Though I like that, Sweetie thought. It’s why I bind myself like this, to experience the loss of control, to endure it because I have no other choice. Sweetie had doubts that she would ever really enjoy vanilla sex as much as she used to. Which brought her pleasure-addled mind to her coltfriend.

Would Button even be willing to indulge her love for bondage? Would it scare him off? Would he think she was a perverted weirdo? Would it be so bad that he dumped her because of it? These questions rattled around in Sweetie’s head and attempted to kill the mood.

It wasn’t the first time those thoughts had occurred, and Sweetie pushed them away like she always did. Just as she was adamant about Rarity not finding out about her play time, so too was she not about to let Button know.

Just as Sweetie came for the umpteenth time, she felt a surge of magic rush into her horn. Her time was finally up and she squealed in relief as the containment spells broke and the rubber ring deflated. All Sweetie had to do was tilt her head with her horn downward and the ring fell off with a little thud on the carpeted floor.

“Mhmhmph.” Sweetie undid the belts first and stretched her legs, savoring their freedom as the blindfold came off next. The room was mostly dark, save for a candle she left on the nightstand. “Mmmmmmph…” But that was the most she could remove right now as Sweetie surveyed herself and the bed.

As she suspected, her multiple orgasms left a large dark blob on the bed, its sheets and comforter wrinkled and untidied from her squirming, rolling, and struggling. Her thighs and legs and chest shimmered in her female cum as her messy mane and tail clung to her legs, back, and torso.

“Mmmmph…” No matter. It just means I can savor a long and lovely bath soon. Sweetie moaned at the thought and worked herself to stand on her heels. The continued thrumming in her sex and rear reminded Sweetie that the inflated dildoes were very much still there. Sure, she could remove the nipple clamps and turn off and deflate the dildoes, but… nah. Sweetie wiggled her rear with a moan and giggle as she decided to savor them a bit longer.

Even though the Boutique was dark and it was night time outside there were silvery beams of moonlight that snuck in from the closed window slats. It gave Sweetie just enough light to navigate her way down the stairs, which added a touch of excitement with the tall heeled boots on, of which Sweetie was fairly adept at walking in.

“Mmmmmph, mhmhmmph…” Sweetie moaned, blushing as she walked a little bow legged from the large dildoes as they worked her towards yet another orgasm. “Mmmmmmph…!” Sweetie paused and ground her thighs together as she grew closer, then tried to hurry up to her release.

Her vision had adjusted to the limited light as Sweetie entered the living room, now only a short ways from the kitchen and her needed release. All she had to do was--

Click, click.

“Hmph!?” Sweetie froze and her eyes grew wide in the dark, her head snapped towards the front door as she heard a most horrifying sound.

Oh no! Oh no, no, no!!

“Mmmph! Mhmhmph!” Sweetie panted as her panic rose in her chest. Someone was coming in! But who the hell could it be!? Ah! It didn’t matter, she decided, then frantically looked for a place to hide. That last thing she wanted was to be discovered in this state, not by anyone.

Come on! Come on!

Click, click, click.

It was taking them a very long time to open the door, a fact that Sweetie was thankful for. It also helped her narrow down at least one or two people. It could not have been Rarity, Scootaloo, or Apple Bloom, as they knew what key was needed to open the door. But it had to be someone Sweetie knew, since they even had a key. So it may have been one of Rarity’s friends.

“MMmmmph!” Sweetie walked quickly, her heels clacking on the floor as she made for the closest potential hiding spot; the walk-in pantry. Using magic, Sweetie opened the door and clacked her way inside, to the left and into the corner, pressing her bound, latex clad body behind one of the wall shelves and prayed that the cans and boxes would hide her.

The front door lock opened and the door followed suit, letting in spears of moonlight. Sweetie doused her horn and forced herself to be as quiet as she could. “Ngh!” Though she winced as she cursed the decision to leave the vibrators on and pumped up.

Oh no! If I cum, they might hear me! I don’t know if I can stay quiet!! Sweetie also winced at another crucial error. She had left the pantry door wide open in her panicked need to hide. Then there was the possibility that if they got too close, they might hear her vibrators. Sweetie wanted to cry as she felt so caught and resisted the urge to bang her head against the wall for her own stupidity.

“Sweetie?” A male’s voice called and Sweetie’s eyes jumped open as she recognized them. “Hey, Sweets, you home?”

It’s BUTTON!! Sweetie’s panic jumped ten fold as the very real threat of discovery and her personal dilemma was now unavoidably real. Oh Goddesses, please no! No, no, no, no, no! Not him! What the fuck are you doing here, Button!?

Sweetie suppressed a muffled eep when the kitchen light came on. She heard the ruffle of paper bags being set on the counter.

“Phew… heavy,” came Button Mash’s sigh. “Sweetie? I brought some snacks,” he called again. “Maybe she’s upstairs.”

Sweetie winced, knowing all of the toys and evidence were still strewn about in her room. She had to find some way to stop him, and she struggled in her armbinder, trying to get it off to no avail. She needed the key. She needed him to leave!

That and her orgasm was about to hit and it was getting harder and harder to stay quiet as her face burned in a blush behind her gag.

No! No, no, please not now! That CANNOT be how he finds me! It was an erotic fear; not just being found bound, gagged, and vulnerable by her coltfriend who knew nothing of her kinky fetishes, but found in such a way and by the sounds of her muffled squeals from having an orgasm. As if her body betrayed her, the erotic thought turned her on despite the panic.

A fantasy jumped into Sweetie’s head of Button Mash finding her, then playing with her while the dildoes thrummed. Groping her latex breasts, pulling on her nipple chain and--

No, no, no! Bad libido! This is BAD, not good! Sweetie chastised herself for her thoughts.

She heard Button’s footsteps walk away, then thud up the stairs. Sweetie waited a moment, debating on if she should try now. She decided yes. There was no way she could sneak past him, but if she could free herself of her bindings, Sweetie stood a better chance of remaining undetected with the chastity belt off.

Sweetie tip-toed out slowly to the pantry door frame, wincing as her high heels clacked softly on the tile floor, then peeked out. Just as she thought, there were two large paper grocery bags brimming with snacks and a stack of movie DVDs next to them on the island counter. It seemed Button wanted to have a late night movie date with her. Which would have been very sweet and she would have absolutely said yes if it weren’t for her current predicament.

Refocusing as she neared an unwanted orgasm, Sweetie tip-toed out into the kitchen, looking for the keys. She only made it a few steps before she heard Button coming back!

“Mmph!” Sweetie winced and quickly retreated as quietly as she could back into her hidey hole.

“Huh…” Button came back into the kitchen and Sweetie ducked back behind the shelf. “Guess she went to one of her friend’s places. Darn, I really wanted to spend some more time with her…”

Sweetie stayed quiet, but mentally awed and berated him at the same time. Awe, that’s sweet of you, Button… but please for the love of the Princesses, LEAVE! I’m about to- oh no… noooo!

Sweetie clamped down on her gag and clenched her eyes shut and legs together as her pleasure crested.

No! No, no, no, I can’t! Not now! HE’S RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR!!

But there was no stopping it, no amount of pleading or begging would sway the relentless dildoes pumped up and vibrating away in her sex and ass. Not for the first time Sweetie heavily regretted her choice to leave them on.

Tears fell as her entire face blushed a beet red, quivering in a corner as her loins exploded in pleasure, egged on by the thrill of being caught in the biggest orgasm she’d had all night.

Sweetie squirmed and fought to contain herself from screaming into her gag. “Hnnngh!” A small moan escaped as more feminine cum dripped down Sweetie’s inner thighs. A mixed feeling of pleasure and doom washed over her. In Sweetie’s mind she was convinced that Button would investigate the noise and find his girlfriend bound and gagged in latex, cumming in the pantry.

It’s over… how am I going to explain this? Fuck!

But as Sweetie slowly regained her senses, Button never emerged to discover her secret. The ruffle of bags registered to her mind as the soft clunks of containers thudded on the countertop.

“Let’s see, which one…” Sweetie imagined Button sifting through the DVDs. “Guess I can watch one or two while I wait for her. Hopefully it’s not a sleepover. I’m sure she won’t mind if I use her awesome TV.”

Sweetie blanched. Yes! I DO mind right now! Get the fuck out of here!! She wanted to scream in frustration, but of course she couldn’t. The thought of being stuck in here for hours on end, her vibrating dildoes STILL on, while Button watched a movie or two or three horrified her almost as much as being caught.

Suddenly the pantry light flicked on and Sweetie almost squealed. She pressed further into the corner and went deathly silent as Button entered the pantry. Luckily the light wasn’t very bright, and its position did not fully illuminate the corner she was in, but this was FAR too close for comfort.

His back was to her, but he was rooting around for something. “Come on, surely you guys have some… hmm, not here, maybe over here?” Button moved to the shelf right next to her, only mere feet from her bound and gagged form.

Oh he’s going to see me for sure! Sweetie could see him over the tops of the cans, see his eyes flicking to and from various labels for whatever he was looking for.
Clack clack!

“Ah!” Button jumped and Sweetie almost did so as well when he clumsily knocked over a broom handle and Rarity’s hanging apron.

“Shit, oops.” Button picked up the broom and leaned it against the corner of the cabinet in front of Sweetie. “Need to be more careful…” he said, then picked up the apron. He paused and seemed to stare right at Sweetie’s chest.

Shit! Sweetie held still and didn’t even breathe. He had to see her nipple chain. This was it. She’s caught.

Button’s hand reached out toward her. Sweetie closed her eyes and fought the urge to tremble.

And she very nearly squealed when a sudden weight pulled down on her nipple clamp’s chain. Sweetie glanced down and saw the apron hanging from her chest.

“There we go. Oh, here it is! Yes!” Button picked up a can and swiftly exited the pantry and shut off the light behind him.

Sweetie stood there, stunned by her luck. “Hmmmmph…” Sweetie sighed and slowly slid down the wall, relieved beyond measure and wanting to give manic giggles. Oh thank you… thank you, thank you, thank you…

At this point there was no fear of being discovered. Button made plenty of noise as he made whatever he was making-- which Sweetie could smell and it was something good as it made her stomach growl, then moved on into the living room and put in some action movie into the big screen television. Sweetie peeked again from the doorway and groaned. Button was in the living room, but he still had a clear view of the kitchen and the light was still on. If she tried for the keys, he’d see her, plain as day and she could not risk it.

“Hmmmph…” Sweetie backed away and at least alleviated the extra weight by lighting her horn and relieving her nipples of her sister’s cooking apron.

Well, I guess I have no choice… Sweetie moaned and retreated back to her corner and squatted down, leaning against the wall and the shelf, resigned to many more hours of orgasms and having to be quiet as she couldn’t risk letting her screams, however gagged, becoming too loud. After all, movies had quiet moments and a wrongly timed orgasm could still give her away.

Speaking of…

“Hmmmmmph!” Sweetie mewled and managed to silently squirm and cum as the dildoes pushed her into another climax. Once again she cursed the decision to leave them on. Without the damned remotes Sweetie couldn’t possibly manipulate them. And while Sweetie was adept at levitation, there was no way to bring them down from her room. She needed line of sight for that.

At least Button has the TV turned up pretty loud. Sweetie sighed as the action movie would mask her climaxing noises, and she could distract herself somewhat with the movie’s dialogue, even if she couldn’t see what was happening from the pantry.
Man, it sounds like a good movie, too… “Hmmmmph…” Though Sweetie couldn’t curse her luck too much. She hoped Button would either fall asleep or realize Sweetie wasn’t coming home tonight and leave. Which, by the way, she made a mental note to bring up the movie date to enjoy.

Hours passed, as did several more orgasms. Sweetie all but stayed collapsed in the corner. She was exhausted and needed rest; her body ached in many places, like her arms in the binder which needed to be free, her feet and calves whined from her high heels, her jaw desperately needed a break from her gag, and her loins burned with fire from so many climaxes. All of her sexual torment left her hungry and thirsty as well.

“Mhmhmhmmmph…” Sweetie whined and perked her ears, but now there was silence. She waited, desperate to know if Button was going to put in a third movie.

But that never happened. Instead she heard the distinctive electrical flick as the large TV turned off, then a yawn from Button. Sweetie tiredly straightened from her position on the floor, a glimmer of hope that she could finally be free, but also still worried that she might be discovered.

Sweetie sniffed and winced. The pantry definitely had some whiffs of her orgasmic aroma and arousal. There was nothing she could do about that but hope Button wouldn’t notice.

Once more the light flicked on in the pantry and Sweetie backed into the corner. Before Button entered, she quickly llit her horn and hung Rarity’s apron from her nipple chain again, stifling the pained yelp that wanted to escape, just so things wouldn’t appear out of place. It was unlikely that he would notice, but Sweetie just couldn’t take that chance.

Button came and went, storing the various uneaten snacks he had brought with him, then turned the light off for (hopefully) the last time. Sweetie sighed as she heard him leave, darkness again enveloped the Boutique when the door’s locks clicked. Still, Sweetie forced herself to wait ten more minutes -- and finishing off one last orgasm, but this time letting herself squeal freely -- before exiting the pantry and retrieving her keys. She found them on the countertop rather than the floor, so Button must have seen them and picked them up.

I wonder if he found that odd… Sweetie mused, unlocking the chastity belt first and grunting as she slowly pulled out the two monstrous dildoes. “Mmmmmmph…” She sighed in relief, her vagina and asshole relaxing after so many hours of abuse. The gag came off next, followed by the armbinder as she worked her jaw and her wrists.

“Well…” Sweetie spoke aloud and stretched, then gently rubbed her raw groin. “That was exciting, I suppose…” She blushed hotly, knowing she had a close call, but so relieved it was over. The rest of her bondage gear came off until she was naked in the kitchen.

“Phew…” Sweetie sighed again and carried everything back upstairs and dumped the toys, garments, and restraints on the bed, as well as turning off and deflating the dildoes.

Sweetie glanced at the time. It was past three in the morning, and it suddenly made her exhaustion quite noticeable. She grabbed a quick snack, then went upstairs with the decision to shower in the morning and would use Rarity’s bed, seeing as hers was quite soiled at the moment.

Though…

Sweetie paused by her room and glanced inside as a thought occurred to her. She has a month with her sister gone. No Rarity for thirty solid days. And she wanted to make the most of it.

Sweetie bit her lip. “I shouldn’t… especially after such a close call…” After a moment, “Ah fuck it.” She entered her room and grabbed a few things, then scurried upstairs before she could change her mind.

Sweetie spread her choices down on the bed and quickly set to work. She placed the same chastity belt, cleaned and re-lubed, over her waist and moaned at the familiar inserts. She pumped them up to their huge and filling state again, but left the vibrators off after locking it to her waist tightly.

“I must be insane for doing this.” Sweetie locked a pair of padded cuffs to her ankles and another pair to her knees, then added telescoping spreader bars after climbing under the comforter and sheets. She took some red rope and lashed her ankle cuffs to the bed posts, leaving her in half a spread eagle. “But I’m sooooo curious.”

Sweetie blushed and smiled, then took up the biggest part of her bondage; a black leather straitjacket. She lowered it over her torso and fed her arms through the sleeves. Using her magic, Sweetie adjusted it over her torso until it was comfortable and had her bare breasts uncovered through the holes in the chest. She then crossed her arms and tightened every strap and buckle until she was thoroughly trapped, even cinching the crotch strap tight enough that it forced the large dildoes into her a smidgen more.

“Mmmmmmngh~” Sweetie moaned and squirmed at the delicious tightness that forced her to hug herself. She added a thick posture collar that held her head straight, then lashed one of the D-rings to the head of the bed, making sure she couldn’t squirm a whole lot. Though she did add a pillow behind her head for comfort.

Sweetie then took two more socks and stuffed them into her mouth, followed by several strips of duct tape carefully stretched over her lower face. She would regret a tape gag in the morning, but Sweetie doubted she could handle the jaw pain from sleeping with a dedicated harness gag, be it dildo panel or ball.

“Mmmph, mhmhmmph~” Sweetie squirmed happily in her developing bondage, attempting to move her arms and legs against their restraints. The spreader bars made it impossible to close her legs, which left her dildo-stuffed groin open for view, along with her long tail as the ropes to her ankles and collar ensured she would not be leaving the bed.

“Mmmmmph~” N-need to finish.

Sweetie held up the ear plugs and then plunged herself into deafness as they clipped onto her perky white ears. She lit her horn and placed the key on the nightstand, just in sight if she looked through the corner of her eye. Using magic, Sweetie then covered herself with the sheets and comforter up to her neck, obscurring most of her bondage save for the collar, tape around her mouth and bulging cheeks, and the ear plugs.

“Mmmmmmph~!” She shivered as the soft, velvety sheet caressed her naked, erect nipples. It was an exquisite feeling as her eyes fluttered. “Mmmmph~” She brought the final piece up.

A blindfold.

Nothing fancy, just a satin-silk sleeping mask with a little string strap, something her and Rarity would wear on the normal. It would leave her blind, but it would be easy to nudge off, even with the posture collar.

Blind, deaf, bound and gagged, Sweetie gave a tired, muffled sigh as she relaxed, gently pulling on her bonds and relishing every second of it. The large dildoes, their vibrations quiet, were actually relaxing despite their size and left her with a gentle arousal that felt oh-so blissful.

“Mmmmmmmmmmph....” came her little gagged moan that Sweetie couldn’t hear. She had entered into a realm of bliss. Never had she imagined that it could feel so good to sleep in bondage; it was unbelievably comfortable, like sleeping in the arms of a lover. Sure, she couldn’t move hardly at all but that was honestly a very minor complaint, if one at all. And she wasn’t blind (ha) to the fact that Rarity’s exquisitely expensive bed, sheets, and comforter made a large contribution to how good Sweetie felt right now.

Oh yes, I think I could get used to this. Sweetie giggled muffledly, unable to hear how happy she was as she made the decision to sleep in various bondage positions every night for the entire month.

Sweetie gave a gagged yawn, squirmed a little bit more as the huge dildoes only gave a gentle reminder of their presence, then gave in to her exhaustion with ideas of more scenarios in the coming days.