Dominant Ideal

Neither of them wanted to get up just yet. The white unicorn filly kept brushing the damp and messy mane of her friend, who was still laying on her lap. The pegasus was still crying softly, no-longer trying to show a brave face like she usually did. She felt warm and safe, something she'd been missing for a long time, but hadn't realised before now. The gentle touches, the quiet words, the dim light, it all made her almost want to fall asleep. And still at the same time it felt silly. Her best friend was going to tie her up and hurt her, and Celestia knows what else, and she actually wanted it. It felt right.

The orange filly let out a small sigh and turned her head to the side, so she could look up to the white unicorn holding her. Their eyes met, and they both shared a smile. Not the kind of smile one would expect between friends, but more like family. The mere thought brought a conflict in the small pegasus' mind. She didn't have a family like that. Her mother was nice, and her father was super fun, but only when they were around. It didn't matter what they did together on the weekends, or where they traveled together on holidays. The time she felt most empty was when she wanted to eat dinner with her parents, hear them ask about her day, to actually care what she was doing. And maybe, just maybe, tell her that whatever she did was right or wrong. Sweetie felt like the first person to ever really stop her and tell her everything she did was not okay. That there were limits to what you could get away with. And the consequences that came along with it.

She had to admit to herself that it hadn't been the original reason she'd asked Sweetie to give her a spanking. There'd been more. Whenever she did something really dangerous or crazy, she had started to feel strange sensations in her body. First she just thought it was mere excitement and what her mother called adrenaline. She'd never kept any secrets about the things happening in her body from her mother — she was a doctor after all, and asking her had felt like the natural thing to do. That day the young pegasus had learned a lot more about her own body, more than she could have believed possible. From that day she'd been looking for someone to share those things with. But she'd also promised her mother not to tell anyone, or she might cause a lot of trouble. That was one of the few things her mother ever asked of her in earnest, and she was determined to keep her word. When Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle gad heard that Apple Bloom was going to get a spanking from her sister, she'd had the same hot feeling in her body, but that time she knew what was going on. That's why she'd finally dared to ask Sweetie to spank her. Scootaloo had been about to tell her everything when the unicorn noticed her crotch getting all wet, but at the last moment, her promise kept her quiet.

If only Sweetie would figure out the things for herself soon! The orange pegasus felt her face start to glow and the tiny little place between her legs get hotter as she thought about being caught on the floor last time. And her friend STILL hadn't figured things out. How could she be so THICK! It took all of Scootaloo's willpower just not to blurt out everything. To tell how amazing you could feel from just touching yourself in a certain way. And she'd found out so much more after the talk with her mother. She'd experimented with things and found out even more new things. It felt weird, thinking her mother actually knew these things and had told her they were quite natural for a young filly. And she probably knew what the orange pegasus did to herself when she was alone. It kinda made it even more exciting.

"It looks like you're getting warmer, Scootaloo. You're face is turning all red there."

A small groan escaped from the pegasus' lips. The unicorn holding her of course thought it was out of exasperation, that her punishment would soon begin, but it actually had more to do with her friend's apparent obliviousness to... well... everything.

"Yeah. I'm ready to start if you are, big sister." She flashed the unicorn a more boyish grin, having found some of her confidence again.

"Well get up then. Your head's really heavy."

"Is not!"

"Is too! It weighs like a ton!"

"Does not! I'm a pegasus! I can walk on clouds and stuff."

"Well I guess you're getting fat!"

"No I'm not!"

"Well if your big sister tells you that your head is heavy, and you hafta believe it!"

"Meh. There you go using the 'big sis' card again."

"Did you say something, little missy?" Sweetie had taken the switch up in her hooves and was casually swishing it through the air.

"N-Nothing! So... " the orange filly found she had to swallow a lump from her throat before actually continuing. "...what should I do? The table again?"

"Nope. Today we're gonna use that chair." The white unicorn pointed at the high-backed wooden chair Apple Bloom had found in one of their barns at the farm, and had fixed and polished like it was nothing.

"Okay I guess... " Scootaloo sauntered over to the chair and looked it over. It was made from thick, heavy wood, clearly for grown-ups. Whenever any of the Crusaders sat in it, their hindhooves dangled several feet from the ground. It was of sturdy build, and it had taken all three of them to get it back to The Clubhouse. Without thinking, she climbed onto it and turned to lie on her stomach on the seat with her right side to the back against the back of the chair. The hard wooden edges felt like they were pushing into her skin already. This was not going to be fun.

"Not like that, Scoots."

"Huh? But isn't this how you get the... spanking?" The orange filly still had trouble saying the word, and felt her buttocks clench in anticipation, even though they hadn't started yet.

"Well maybe. But today we do it a bit different. Sit on it like you normally would, but slide down. Like Miss Cheerilee always tells us not to sit in her class."

"Oh you mean like that one mare always does at the park? The one who's friends with the candy-shop miss?" She climbed back to the chair and turned into a more slouching posture.

"Yeah. Just like that. And now I'm gonna start tying you up."

"But... if I'm sitting on my rump... how are you gonna reach it?"

Sweetie Belle just gave a short giggle and said: "You'll see, Scoots." She then took the rope she had with her. It was so much better than the twine they'd used, and she was sure it wouldn't hurt her friend. That was not why she tied her up, anyways. "Umm... I hafta ask you one thing first."

"What's wrong, Sweetie?"

"Nothing's wrong... I just... wanna ask you if you really REALLY trust me?"

"Well... yeah. You're... like my big sis."

"Cos... Today's punishment is might be be kinda... bad. But I still think you deserve it."

"I... ummm... " The orange pegasus had to stop to think for a while. Worse than last time, when she'd been covered in bruises and even bleeding? That... didn't sound good at all. But she really DID trust Sweetie, and she really DID deserve a good punishment... so... "Yeah. You can do... whatever. I think you know what you're doing. And... it's supposed to hurt, right? Cos it's not a punishment if it doesn't, right?"

"T-Thanks, Scoots." For some reason the white unicorn's smile had turned into a smaller one, which was something the pegasus had not seen often. She thought it looked kinda cute. The smile quickly vanished as Sweetie got to work. She went behind the chair and tied Scootaloo's forehooves together behind the back of the chair. After checking that the knots held she circled back to the front side.

"Guess I'm not getting away now," said the pegasus while trying to put on a brave face.

"Those ropes not too tight? Not hurting your hooves?"

"Well... it feels kinda weird but I think it's okay." She also tentatively opened her wings up. "Seems these fellas are also okay," she added while folding them back to her sides.

"Good. Cos now we get to the fun part. Lift your hinds up, as far as they go."

"Huh?"

"Like you were trying to get them behind your neck."

Scootaloo lifted her hindhooves up, and a sudden realisation struck her. "You're gonna tie my hinds up? So that's how you're gonna reach my butt."

"Yeah. Just hold them there for a sec." Sweetie had to push the table next to her friend and climb on top of it, but she finally managed to tie the end of a rope to each of the pegasus' hindhooves. She then slipped the rope connecting the hooves behind the orange filly's neck. As a last touch, she jumped back to the floor and tied one last length of rope, joining together the one going behind Scootaloo's neck that held her hindhooves up to the smaller rope behind the back of the chair where the pegasus' forehooves were. She then backed away to look at the results.

Scootaloo was trussed up nicely. She was now sitting, or more like laying, on the small of her back. Her tail hung comfortably over the front edge of the chair. It had worked even better than she'd imagined.

"This feels really weird, Sweetie. And I can see everything you're doing. How did you come up with this?"

"Umm... I just did. And you're not going to see when I'm gonna hit you, cos of... THIS!" The white filly triumphantly lifted up the black cloth she'd set on the table earlier. "I'm going to blindfold you too."

"What? Why!?"

"Silly filly. Cos I said so."

"Oh yeah... I forgot."

Sweetie climbed back onto the table and tied the blindfold over her friend's eyes.

"See anything?" she asked while waving a hoof in front of the pegasus's face."

"Nothing."

"Good. Now before we start... I have to make sure you're all right. It'd be just awful if you were feeling ill or something.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's part of the punishment! Shh!"

"Sorry..."

Sweetie went back to the first-aid kit she'd brought with her and carried it over to the table. She also brought a smaller stool with her so she could reach higher without climbing on the table all the time.

"First... let's see how your ears are working."

"My ears?"

"The patient would do well to be quiet," the small white filly said with a giggle. She then opened her toolbox of torture implements and after rummaging around for a moment, took out a cotton swab with her mouth and gently pushed it inside Scootaloo's ear.

"EWWW! GROSS! What are you doing! Take it out!"

"Now now my little patient. Try to stay still." She left the swab hanging from her friends ear and then moved to the other side and repeated the process.

"EWW EWW EWW! Take them out! What are you putting into my ears?!"

"I don't know if you can hear me right now, but it seems like your ears needed a cleaning, so I decided to start with them."

Sweetie then gently pushed the cotton swab a little deeper and brought it out again, only fractions of an inch at a time. Her mother had told her it was dangerous to put them in too deep, so she tried to be careful. It wasn't easy, because the tied-up pegasus kept squirming and complaining all the time. After a while, she switched sides again to the chagrin of her orange friend. When she finally decided she'd enjoyed herself enough, she removed the sticks and threw them into the small trash can they had in the corner of The Clubhouse. With a smile, she noticed that both the swabs were covered in yellow-brown clumps of earwax.

"That was... uggh. Awful. You're so mean, Sweetie."

"Shush. We're just getting started."

"Aww, mane... " the pegasus grumbled.

The unicorn filly hummed to herself as she took another cotton swab and this time climbed up on the stool and placed both of her forehooves between her friends uplifted ankles and leaned on her shoulders. She then nonchalantly pushed the long swab into her friends' nostril.

"NO! Not my nose! EWWWWW!"

Sweetie had trouble holding on to the other end of the stick as a new bout of giggles almost overtook her. She once again started pushing the instrument deeper, until suddenly—

"HA-CHOO!"

Sweetie fell from the stool onto her rump from suprise. She felt a few wet spots on her face, and quickly started rubbing herself clean with her hooves.

"How DARE you! You just sneezed on my face!"

"Sorry... I couldn't help it. The thing you stuck in my nose tickled so much."

"Uggh... Fine. We'll skip the nose." The white unicorn filly unceremoniously tossed the swab into the trash. That plan had sure backfired. She tried to shake the failure off, and went back to the first-aid kit, soon emerging with a flat, thin wooden stick. It reminded her of the center of an ice cream. She only had a vague idea on what to do with it, her last memory of visiting at a doctor being from a long time ago.

"Next... I'm going to check out your mouth, Scoots."

"Oh... kay?"

"Now open wide." Sweetie picked up the stick between her teeth and climbed back up to where she'd been a moment ago.

The obedient pegasus opened her mouth wide open, and Sweetie pressed her face forward. The stick wasn't too long, and as she pushed it inside of her friends mouth, she felt the hot, moist breath of the pegasus on her face. It smelled faintly of lemons and candy. She scanned her friend's mouth, not really sure what one was supposed to do with an instrument like this. She pushed around her friends gums, tongue, went around the insides of cheeks, all the while leaning closer. She had to keep breathing through her nose, and couldn't avoid the sweet scent that came out from Scootaloo's mouth. She leaned in, trying to reach the back of the pegasus' mouth, and felt her lips touching those of her friends.

They both shied away from the touch, but Sweetie soon pushed the stick back in. Their lips once again touched each other, but this time the white filly didn't turn away. Her friend's lips felt warm and a little wet on her own. Scootaloo's mouth was open wide, so she turned her muzzle from side to side, enjoying the new feeling on her own face, as their lips brushed together gently. Sweetie also closed her eyes to feel what she was doing better, not even trying to look into her friend's mouth any more. The orange pegasus' jaw was starting to hurt, and she closed her mouth just a bit, but it was enough to close her lips around those of the unicorn's. The orange filly brought her teeth together and took the stick between them and pushed forward, bringing their lips together for real. She felt the unicorn' nervous breath as a gentle wind on her own muzzle.

They both started moving their lips, puckering, moving back, trying to mimic what they sensed the other pony was doing. The stick between their teeth changed sides as they moved it with their tongues, trying to get closer and closer to the other. After what felt like hours of this, Sweetie had to pull away because the posture she was in started to hurt her back. She pulled the stick out and moved it to the side of her mouth and just let it hang there. She was still leaning on her friend's shoulders, and just looked at the orange pegasus. Both of the fillies were completely red in the face, and their hearts were thumping so loud they even felt it in their ears. It took a moment for Sweetie to catch her breath and climb back down, and almost as an afterthough dropped the stick into the trash. The only sounds in the hut were the heavy breathing of the fillies, and the raindrops landing on the roof above.

"Sweetie—" the tied up pegasus started.

"I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT!" the white unicorn shouted in a shrill panicked voice, which cracked several times.. "It was an accident! It was just... just... a check-up! To see if you throat was okay and stuff! I didn't mean to ki-ki-ki—"

"Kiss?" the pegasus tried.

"NO! We didn't ki-ki... DO THAT! You got that! Just... a medicinal examination." The white filly huffed as the silence once again fell in The Clubhouse.

"I... kinda thought it felt nice," said the blushing orange pegasus in a quiet voice.

"You... did?"

"Y-yeah. I mean... if you wanna... you know... examine my mouth again... it's... I wouldn't mind."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I think it'd be... nice." The pegasus tried to move her head around, maybe to get a peek at her friend from under the blindfold. Unfortunately for her, the unicorn had been very careful while putting it on, and she soon gave up.

"Yes... well... " Sweetie gave her best formal cough she could muster. "I think we should move on."

"So... no more examinations?"

"Actually... there is still one," she'd finally managed to regroup her thoughts and was back in the big sister -role. "I still have to take your temperature.

"Okay... so more stuff in my mouth?"

"The... other kind of temperature."

"Oh." Once again it took the pegasus' brain a moment to process this new information. If one was listening closely enough, they might have heard the cogs and sprockets finally take a huge, clunky step forward inside her head. "SWEETIE BELLE! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO PUT IT IN MY BUTT!"

"And how are you going to stop me?"

"Please! NO! Not... that! Anything... ANYTHING but not that!" The pegasus was squirming madly, trying to move her exposed behind away from her unseen assailant, as if it was actually going to work with all the ropes that kept her in place.

"Don't be such a baby. It's just a thermometer."

"Noooo! No! NO! Sweetie! Please! NO!"

"Sorry but you told me I could do anything to you today... So this is what I'm going to do."

"You can't! That's like SO GROSS!" the orange filly shouted, before adding in a lot more quietly: "And... embarrassing."

"I KNOW it is! That's why we're doing it."

"Please. Sweetie Belle?"

"No. I'm going to take your temperature from your butt and that's final."

"OAWWW!"

The white unicorn walked to her friend. She didn't usually get to look at what ponies had under their tails. At least from so close up. Now she could clearly see everything. And even more than she thought.

"Scoots, you're leaking again."

"Please! Just... Don't look! It's so... eww! Just don't look at me!"

"Why? I think you look cute here." She lifted a forehoof, but hesitated for a moment. She knew it wasn't okay for a pony to touch another pony around there, but on the other hoof, she could do anything she wanted with the orange pegasus today. It was, after all, a punishment. She lowered her hoof gently on the orange inner thigh of her friend. "You have cute, soft fur here," the unicorn said, ignoring the nervous whinny from her friend. She then stroked the pegasus's fur lower, moving her hoof down towards the glistening slit. "I don't know why you're all wet here, but I guess I'll find out sooner or later. " Sweetie carefully circumnavigated the pink folds that had appeared from inside the orange slit, not daring to touch it. She continued even further down, allowing her hoof to make a few circles around the trembling buttocks of her friend. "Your butt is really soft, did you know that?"

"P-p-please... Sweetie... don't look at me down there."

"You can't stop me, can you?" The unicorn gently prodded the rear of her friend. "I thought it was really soft ever since I gave you the first spanking. Like a really comfortable pillow." The muscles in Scootaloo's rump once again gave a nervous twitch. "And it looks ever cuter when you squueze your buttcheecks like that." Sweetie then allowed her hoof to finally close in on it's final destination.

"And then there's this here."

"Eww! That's my butthole! Don't touch it! It's so... dirty!"

"I don't think it's dirty. You went swimming today, after all. And it looks kinda funny. I've never really looked at another pony's butthole before. Never thought it would be so... pink."

"EWW! EWW! Stop! Please! I'm begging you Sweetie!" A small sob escaped the pegasus.

Sweetie only felt boldened by the resistance of her friend, finally daring to touch the wrinkled hole next to the pegasus' tail. She felt a cold shiver run through her back for doing something so naughty.

"This is where I'm going to put the thermometer. Right in this hole, Scootaloo."

There were no more protests from the orange filly. Just several more sobs. As Sweetie got up to search for her final instrument, she noticed how the blindfold was now considerably darker in several places.

The thermometer was an old-fashioned thing. It was practically just a long glass tube with a slimmer end with a metal tip. Inside was a thin pillar of some liquid that you had to turn around and squint to see properly, surrounded by numbers. It was also very alien to Sweetie Belle, because she hardly ever got ill. She opened the the cover that held the thermometer, and folded open the small instructional slip inside. It was all in thin, faded writing, and she had to move closer to the oil lamp to read it. It seemed that the thermometer was easy enough to use, just put it in the metal tip first and wait for a few minutes. It also mentioned other things, like using a small amount of lubricant before using it inside somepony's rectum. Most of the words meant nothing to Sweetie, but she got the gist of it. After a short search in the first-aid kit, she found a small tube of lip balm and nothing else. Well, it had to do.

"Now, my little patient. I'm going to take your temperature. But first, we have to put some lubricant into your butthole."

"Wha-what's that?" came the muffled voice of the sniffling pegasus.

"Means I'm going to put something into your butt to make it easier for me to get the thermometer inside."

"EWWW! Can't we do it without something like that? It sounds even more gross!"

"Well the instructions were quite clear." Sweetie moved the stool away so she could get close enough to her friend. She grabbed the capped tip of the lip balm tube and twisted it open with her teeth. Then she turned it around in her mouth and squeezed. A small pearl of balm squirted out onto her hoof. Closing the cap turned out to be easy, just pushing it back made it snap shut with a small click, and she dropped it on the stool next to her.

"You ready, Scoots? I'm going to start now."

"No... I'm not ready... "

"Good!" Sweetie said in a merry sing-song voice. She leaned in closer to the task at hand.

The trussed up pegasus felt her friend's hot breath running over her backside. She once again gave a futile squirm, and finally resigned to her fate. She'd never had her temperature taken from her rectum before, only from the mouth. Even the thought of putting something inside there felt nasty. She usually avoided thinking about the whole thing, mostly considering going to the toilet a necessary evil that took time away from having fun. The pegasus felt a hoof taking a grip around one of her hindhooves, and a cold bead of sweat ran down her back. It might also be that her mane was still damp from her foray outside before and a lone droplet of water had decided to dislodge itself and travel down, but the results were the same. A cold shudder ran through her shoulders, making the ends of her short fur in her arms and face stand on end. Then something very cold touched her tender hole, and she squirmed to get away.

"Stay put or I'm going to get this stuff all over."

The orange pegasus squeezed her eyes shut, even though it mattered little with her blindfold. She felt the unicorn start rubbing the cold balm around her hole, going in tiny circles around it. Then a horrifying feeling overtook her, as her friend pushed the tip of her hoof down on the hole, pushing some of the vile stuff inside. She tried to push her buttock together to cover her butthole, but her legs were spread too wide for them to reach.

Then something even colder touched her hole. With horror she realised that this was going to be it. She gave one last try:

"Please! Sweetie let's just skip this part, okay? Just... spank me or something but don't put it in!"

"I'm going to spank you, don't worry. I'm going to spank you till your butt's all red and you cry like a baby. But first I'm gonna do THIS!"

The pegasus felt the cold object enter her. It didn't hurt more than a little pinch as the tip went in. Sweetie kept pushing the thermometer deeper, until it was about halfway in. The feeling was so alien to Scootaloo that she tried to lift her backside up from the chair and even shake the weird thing out, but it wouldn't budge.

"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"It feels SOO weird, Sweetie. Now can you take it out? Please?"

"The instructions say that you have to wait several minutes before taking it out."

"Minutes? More like hours! Couldn't you just take it out right now?"

"No. Besides, I have the next phase of your punishment all set up, and we can start while we wait for the meter to finish."

"You're not going to spank me with that... thing inside me!"

"Of course not, you silly dodo."

"Hey! I thought we agreed not to use that word anymore? Cos I can't fly and stuff?"

"Oh yeah, Sorry. It kinda slipped." The unicorn apologised in earnest. There were some lines you just didn't cross.

"It's okay."

"SO! Your next punishment. Can you tell me why you're being punished today?"

"Well... umm... cos I've been acting like a spoiled pony and been... selfish and... greedy." Saying the words hurt more than it should have. They were just words. How could they feel so heavy?

"So do you know what happens to greedy and selfish ponies?"

"N-no?"

"They always get what's coming for them."

"A-and that is?" The pegasus was starting to feel genuinely scared. What in Equestria had Sweetie planned?

"That's why you're going to drink some lemonade."

"I'm... Wha? How is that a punishment? I like lemonade!"

"Nice isn't it?"

"But... how is this a punishment?"

"Cos we still have two bottles left. That's at least 10 glasses. And you're gonna drink all of it.

"WHAT? I can't drink that much soda in one go! I mean... one glass, maybe two..."

"I'm sure you can manage it. Like you said, you really like lemonade."

"But Sweetie! That's crazy!"

"That's what happens when you're greedy. You drank so much of the stuff we made and didn't sell even one glass the whole day! So I think it's just fitting for you to drink the rest of it too."

"But... I... " The orange pegasus nervously shifted in her seat, and was reminded that she still had the thermometer in her rear.

"No buts. This is your punishment, and you agreed to take what was coming to you." Without waiting for more protests, the small unicorn trotted outside to their cart. The rain didn't show any signs of easing. It looked like somepony had dragged a heavy gray curtain around The Clubhouse. You could barely even see the closest trees. Even if it was summer, it felt like night-time. A few confused birds tried to chirp in the trees, but mostly they just tried to stay under branches and thick leaves and not get wet. Two small rabbit were sitting underneath the hut, but they opted to dash into the rain and not wait to see what the humongous white creature was about to do.

Sweetie quickly grabbed the two extra bottles and one of the glasses they'd had with them at the beach, and dashed inside. Even the short while it had taken her to get back had made her feel uncomfortably damp. She walked to the table and set the beverages there. She then took a glass, and slowly poured out a glass of lemonade, making sure the filly next to her heard it sloshing down into the container. The white filly then climbed back on the stool in front of her friend.

"Open up. Here comes the first glass. And if you don't drink up, it'll end up all over you."
The pegasus tried to open her mouth to protest, but the rim of a lemonade glass was shoved into her mouth. The greenish-yellow soda slid into her mouth, and she drank it down as fast as she could. Small rivulets of liquid rolled down her cheeks, but she finished most of the glass.

"Good!" Sweetie said while jumping back down. Once again she poured a glass and climbed back.

"Gimme a second, I gotta—" The rest of her sentence was cut off by a gurgling noise as Sweetie once again started pouring lemonade down the pegasus' throat. She coughed a few times, splattering the soda all over her chin, but still managed to get most of it down. The carbonate in the drink burned in her throat, and the lemonade was losing its sweet taste and reminded her more of raw lemons.

Sweetie once again made a refill, and climbed back up. This time Scootaloo just shut her mouth and tried to turn her head away.

"That's not going to work, Scootaloo. You're gonna drink it all down. Because that's what greedy ponies do." The unicorn pushed the glass between the bound filly's lips and started pouring. This time only about half ended up going inside the pegasus, the rest covering her face and chest.

"Oh dear what a mess you are. And we've only halfway through the first bottle."

"Please! Just a second!"

"You have the time it takes for me to pour another glass and no more."

"Please! Just—" Again the rest of her protests were drowned under gurgles and coughs, but she managed to finish most of the glass.

The same process continued, with Sweetie rapidly filling glass after glass, and forcing Scootaloo to down them. After the first bottle was empty, Scootaloo just weakly tried to neigh and whinny when the glass came to her lips, but every time was forced to give up and drink. The contents of the next several glasses ended partly in the pegasus's throat, but mostly all over the squirming filly. Then she felt a sharp pain in her stomach which kept on going for several seconds.

"Sweetie...I think I'm gonna... toss it..."

The unicorn had expect this might happen and grabbed a nearby bucket. Scootaloo managed to keep the drink in, only letting out a few loud burps. Sweetie finally decided that the orange filly had had enough.

"Well, you drank almost two full bottles so I guess that's enough for now. How does it feel to drink all the lemonade you can, Scoots?"

"Urrgh... That was AWFUL! I don't think I'll ever drink lemonade again. Or any other soda." Her voice sounded raspy from all the carbonate in the drink, and she was suffering some small amounts of vertigo from all the liquid and sugar.

"Serves you right. Now let's see your—" The condident white unicorn fell silent.

"Huh? You gonna take that thing out now?"

"Well uhm... "

"What?! What is it!?"

"I think I kinda... maybe... pushed it deeper when I was lemonading you." The unicorn's voice was quivering from clear nervousness.

"Deeper? What do you mean deeper?" Scootaloo's voice echoed the same trepidation that her friend seemed to be suffering from.

"Oh... well.. . It's still outside but... I can only see the tip."

"Phew. I thought it was all the way in or something. Don't scare me like that."

"Well... it's not that... it's just... I can't really reach it with my hooves... so I kinda hafta..."

There was a exceptionally nervous moment of silence, the kind you only get when you try to pass gas unnoticed in a small, confined space, except you notice that something else has passed also, and you are only wearing very short shorts, and the little girl from next door asks a very specific question from her mother. Only worse.

"... EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" shouted the trussed up filly.

"Just... just stay still, stupid. It might go in deeper if you move."

"But... you gotta use your mouth! That's like SOOO gross!"

Sweetie peered at the end of the thermometer. It was only out for about a half an inch. She might have been able to take it out with her hooves if it hadn't been between the soft buttocks of her friend.

"Ugh... Here... goes."

She placed bot of her forehooves on the inner thighs of the orange pegasus. As she slowly brought her head close, she could smell the sweet aroma of the lemonade all over her friend. And something else. Something salty, and warm. Some of the lemonade had dripped down to between the pegasus' legs, and mixed up with the moisture that was running down from her pink slit. There was no way for the white filly to avoid getting some of it into her mouth.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and lowered her head. She came in too fast and her lips ended up surrounding the tied-up filly's rectum. To her horror, Sweetie felt her teeth pushing the thermometer even deeper. In panic, she turned her head to the side and searched for the tip of the meter with her tongue. The taste of lemonade, and something salty covered her mouth, but she tried to concentrate on her task. She searced all over the area where the meter should have been, but could find nothing. Had she really pushed it inside? She breathed heavily through her nose and felt the orange filly shudder as her breath hit Scootaloo's moist slit. Her muzzle was rubbing against the pink folds, and the fur on her face was soon covered in the slimy stuff that was leaking out. She kept sliding her tongue around, still keeping her eyes shut, but could not find the object she was searching for. Her tongue had started feeling oily from the lip balm she'd applied earlier.

There was only one place the meter could have gone. She moved her probing tongue around until she found the center of the wrinkly hole, and tried to push inside. There, finally, she felt the tip, right inside. Inside, what she now realised, her friend's butthole. Trying not to think too much, she closed her lips around the hole and sucked inside. The thermometer gently slid out, and she grabbed it between her teeth, trying to keep her tongue and lips from touching it. She quickly pulled out and dropped the instrument on the stool next to her. She quickly started rubbing the back of her hooves around her mouth, in case something icky had happened, and tried to suppress a retch. She picked the thermometer up with her hooves, maing sure not to look at it, and dropped it into the waste bin, not even caring if it was worth something, or if someone would want to know what happened to it at a later date. She then dashed to the lemonade bottle and took a deep swing into her mouth and spat into the bucket in what her sister would call 'a most unladylike fashion'.

"Blargh!" she shouted, only narrowly avoiding retching again. She searched around her mouth, trying to find anything that didn't belong there, but was tremendously relieved to find only the tastes of salt, lemon and sugar. Her hooves had started to shake, and she soon found herself seated on the floor, not able to get up. After the worst was over, she finally noticed something was off. Scootaloo hadn't said a word since she started.

"Scoots? You okay Scoots?" she called out.

The pegasus turned her head away, her cheeks flushed to an almost rose-coloured hue. Her wings were once again spread to their full extent, making her posture even more uncomfortable.

"I... don't wanna talk about it."

"Scoots... I..."

"Could we... maybe pretend that this never happened or something, Sweetie?"

The white filly could only sigh in relief.

"Yeah. I don't wanna talk about this again. EVER. Like... Pinkie-Pie swear ever."

"Well... umm... I think we hafta make do without a Pinkie-Pie promise. Cos my hooves are kinda tied..."