Dominant Ideal

It took Sweetie a moment to regroup herself and assume her role again. She walked over to her tied-up friend and looked the pegasus over. Scootaloo's orange fur was wet and sticky everywhere from the lemonade. The tangy smell of sugar and citrus clung to the unicorn's nose as she checked the ropes one more time.

"How are you doing there, Scootaloo?"

"I'm fine I guess. It just... feels weird sitting like this and my legs are kinda starting to hurt."

"Would you like me to let you go for a moment?" Sweetie tugged at the ropes that bound the orange filly's forehooves to the chair.

"Like in the middle?"

"Y-yeah... I mean... If you're not feeling okay?"

"Thanks I guess, but..." Scootaloo gave a slow shake, "...I think if you let me loose now I couldn't go back." Her wings had started slowly folding back against her sides and she gave a long exhalation.

"Next part's gonna be the switch," Sweetie said, almost like it was just a matter of course. She slowly walked over to the thin piece of wood and started slowly nibbling it, trying to remove the twin ends that were sticking from the branch and cleaning out the small nubs and calluses that protruded along it's length.

"I figured." Despite her best efforts, the pegasus could hardly avoid a shudder running through her whole body. In addition to being blindfolded, it was quiet, and she couldn't pick up any smells from around the room apart from the overpowering smell of the soda all over her coat. A small sense of panic started coming over her. At first, she just swallowed it, but it would not go away. She wondered why in Equestria she was doing this? Bound, blinded, hurting, her stomach was churning nastily, and the worst was yet to come. And she could just ask her friend to stop it, right now, and the unicorn would surely let her go.

"S-sweetie... " The pegasus called out, her voice carrying a tiny quiver with it.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know if I wanna go on. I'm... I'm... SCARED!" the pegasus shouted the last word as her voice cracked into a sad little whinny.

Sweetie dropped the switch and ran to her friend, and after climbing on the small stool, gave her an awkward hug. Her own white coat got coated in the sticky stuff that covered the orange filly, but she hardly noticed. She could feel the warmth of the pegasus against her own body.

"Shh... You're gonna be alright. This is the last part of your punishment."

"But... "

"I know it's scary, but you agreed to this. And I'm gonna make sure you won't get away before I'm finished." Sweetie also felt a new sensation inside her body. It felt hot, growing on her cheeks and making her heart pound. It was almost the same as when she and Scootaloo had shared their first... mouth inspection.

"Couldn't you... just... skip the spanking for today?"

"No. I think it's gotta happen. And you asked for it yourself." The heat coursed through her, and looking at her bound friend only made it grow stronger. She even felt a few beads of sweat starting to form on her back and sides.

"I know, but... "

Sweetie hugged the shaking pegasus again and nuzzled her under her chin before pushing away. She walked over to the switch and picked it up. It was mostly finished, just a few more bites and it'd do. The thought of bringing it on the naughty pegasus' bottom sent a new wave of heat coursing through her. She felt excited, like on a birthday morning when you saw the gift-wrapped box for the first time and knew something great was going to happen. Behind her, she heard the pegasus clear her throat and try to move around in her binds.

The white unicorn was finally content with the quality of her implement, and walked to her friend. Without another word, she brought the switch gently against the upraised backside of her friend, a mental image of the filly squirming in her binds flowing into her mind. Even the mere thought almost made her drop the implement, as her mouth turned into a wicked grin. The pegasus was clearly in tears already, her head hanging down against her chest as hopeless sobs wracked her small body. She only gave a small twitch as she felt the touch of the supple wood against her soft fur.

Sweetie had second thoughts about the whole switching. This was not like the last two times. The orange pegasus seemed so broken and weak Even though that was the reason why they were doing this thing, it felt so very wrong right now. But somehow, it felt even more exciting for just that reason. Her friend was now completely helpless, not just her small body, but all of her. Everything she did could hurt the pegasus deeply, and the feeling of power over her friend felt overwhelming.

"Scootaloo. I'm going to spank you now. It's your punishment, and you're gonna take it like a brave pegasus." The heat in the unicorn's body was coursing around her limbs, and she felt her own backside twitch with anticipation.

There was no immediate answer from the orange filly, just a weak sob.

"Did you hear me, y-young missy?" It was harder for Sweetie to breathe now, as her heart was pounding in her ears and her mouth was completely dry.

"Sweetie... please don't... hurt me." The words were weak and pleading. Not the words of the usual headstrong tomcolt, but of a scared little foal.

"I will It's... for your own good!" The unicorn managed from between clenched teeth.

"But I don't wanna!" The pegasus' shout was filled to the brim with panic and desperation. She pulled at her ropes, trying to rip her hooves out from their confines. She managed to lift her rump a few inches from the chair before dropping it down again. Her messy wet tail was flailing around madly. The feeling of absolute power that the unicorn felt was overwhelming, and she could hardly contain her impulse to just start striking. She dropped the switch from her mouth.

"Scoots... SCOOTALOO!" Sweetie Belle put a hoof on her friend's thigh. "Listen! I'll just give you ten hits, okay? Ten hits, and it'll be over."

The orange filly shivered all over, but it was clear she was trying to get a grip on her feelings. She turned her head back and breathed deeply, finally getting the shakes to subside.

"Ten strikes, Scoots. Then it's over." the unicorn repeated.

After a few more deep breaths, the orange filly was able to speak again.

"I... think I can take... ten hits. Okay. Yeah. I can do it."

"That's my brave little pegasus."

"Just ten hits. Okay. Ten hits."

"Here it comes."

Sweetie couldn't wait any longer. She put all her strength into the first strike, intent on making every strike count like five. Because her hits were coming from lower than the last time, the switch struck the pegasus at a steep angle on her tender thigh. Scootaloo let out a squeal as a clear red mark was left on her hindhoof where the hit had landed. Sweetie couldn't even wait for her friend to catch a breath, but immediately went for another hit, and another, and another. By the third hit, the orange filly was shouting, by the fifth, she was begging for the spanking to stop. By the seventh, all she did was scream.

The shrill cry kept on going a long time after the last hit had landed. Scootaloo's rear was now an orange canvas with a criss-cross pattern of red stripes everywhere. Sweetie couldn't take the shouting anymore, and had to just run outside to The Clubhouse's porch. As she shut the door, the screams were muffled, but she could still clearly hear them. She was panting and shaking all over, and the new burning sensation had overcome her. She felt hot all over, and as she sat on the porch, she felt a jolt going through her body. She moved her forehoof lower, to the place where her hindhooves joined the rest of her small body. There she found something very new, the source of her heat and wetness. The moment she touched herself, she felt another jolt coursing through her neural pathways, sending a primal need to her brain.

She found herself on her back, still listening to the crying of her friend inside. Sweetie stroked her wet crotch with her forehoof, squirming and moaning on the damp wood. Her eyes fell half-shut and her head trashed from side to side, as more and more waves of pleasure rolled over her. Her hoof felt hard and clumsy, sending small twangs of pain from her slit, but the pain she felt only intensified the feeling of intense pleasure she was drowning in. Fleeting images flittered through her mind, of Scootaloo tied up with her rump held high, with their first awkward kiss, of her own muzzle rubbing against Scootaloo's wet slit. It all made sense to her in that instant. What her friend had felt, what she'd wanted to say but couldn't. The white unicorn could never have imagined that she'd ever be able to feel like this, just from touching a certain place of her body. More images swam in her mind, of her bathing together with her sister, of her sister using her unicorn magic to wash herself with a sponge. Hadn't she spent a long time washing under her tail? She'd always wondered about that, but thought it was just her sister being prissy about the 'dirty place'. And Scootaloo rubbing against the corner of the table and moaning when the pegasus got her second spanking. It all made sense now.

Sweetie's legs twitched, out of her control, and she switched to her other forehoof, bringing the first one to her muzzle, smelling the same salty aroma of arousal that had clung to her nose since the time she'd inhaled it when cutting open the strings around the orange filly's ankles. She moaned a guttural cry, so very unlike her usual high-pitched voice. Her hindhooves were now twitching in rhythm with her own strokes and she felt her own hips start thrusting against her forehoof, desperately wanting for more. A wet slapping sound reached her ears as the shouts from inside grew more quiet. It was a dirty, slippery sound that came from her own slit being clumsily caressed by her own hooves. Sweetie tried to lift her head and look down to see what was happening, but her back spasmed backwards as her body started moving on it's own, bringing with it a tremendous feeling of pleasure.

The unicorn again switched her hooves, rubbing her now dripping wet hoof on her face, enjoying the smell of her own arousal. She brought the hoof to her mouth and hungrily licked it all over. The thick substance covered her mouth and made her tongue slippery with the taste of a young filly's first steps into womanhood. The moans of pleasure she let out were growing more shallow, more rushed, as her hindhooves tried desperately to reach even higher in the air. The bottom of her stomach felt like it was filling up, ready to burst out through her swollen fillyhood. The waves of her the first orgasm in her life started rocking her body; Her head slammed onto the floorboards as the pressure finally exploded outwards, blurring her vision from ecstasy. The filly's eyes turned upwards, hiding under her half-shut lids, and her hindhooves fell flaccidly on the porch. Only thing still moving was the hoof in her crotch, gently stroking her burning slit.

It took her a long time to recuperate, only slowly returning to Equestria from the peaks of her pleasure. Sweetie was finally able to open her eyes and let out a content sigh, and then reality caught up with her. Her friend was still inside, bound and hurting, her job still not done. She just hoped it wasn't too late.

When she got inside, a new smell assaulted her nose. It was an unfortunate, but familiar one to her. Under the bound filly was a large puddle of liquid, covering several feet of the hut's floor.

"GET OUT!" the pegasus started shouting in a rough voice as she heard her friend enter.

"Scoots... what... "

"GET OUUUUT! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I'M SO SORRY! I'LL CLEAN IT UP! I PROMISE! I DIDN'T MEAN IT TO HAPPEN!

The shouting pegasus's tail was still dripping, the event having taken place not long ago. Sweetie scanned the room, checking if they'd left anything valuable or otherwise vulnerable on the floor. It seemed a few drawings would never be hung on the walls, but other than that the damage was minimal.

"Shh, Scoots. It's gonna be okay. I'll clean it up."

"NOOO! DON'T TOUCH IT!"

"It's not a big deal, really. I'll handle it."

"How can you say it's not a big deal!? I... I... "

"You peed yourself. I know. I'll clean it up."

"But... It's so gross! Just let me go and I'll clean it up! It's all my fault. I couldn't keep it in! It was all the lemonade and you were gone so long and I shouted for you and I tried to keep it in!" Tears were running from under the blindfold. "I really tried. I really... REALLY... tried! You gotta believe me!"

Sweetie had already located a towel, and with the bucket they'd used earlier, she started cleaning the liquid off the floor. Scootaloo kept apologising all the while, but the white unicorn hardly said anything, only letting out a few 'It's gonna be okays' as she worked. When she'd gotten most of the stuff into the bucket, she headed outside and dumped the contents on the grass. The unicorn then filled the bucket with water from a rainwater barrel that Apple Bloom had insisted they roll all the way from the farm. It seemed like a really good idea right now.

Inside, the unicorn once again got back to work, washing the floor with the clean water.

"Sweetie! Please untie me! I'll help you clean up!"

"Don't worry, Scoots. I got this."

"How can you say that! You're cleaning my... EWW! How can you do that? You're gonna get my... PEE all over you!"

"It's not a big deal, Scoots. It really isn't."

"I'm so sorry."

"Accidents happen. That's why your big sis is here to help out."

The unicorn kept cleaning up the floor, occasionally going outside to change the water. When the floor was moist from water only, she moved to the still tied-up orange filly. First she dried her tail into the bucket and rinsed it several times with water. After one visit outside, she came back with the bucket full of water. She'd made sure to clean the towel up completely. The unicorn trotted over to Scootaloo, and climbed up on the table, and with some deft toothwork, managed to untie the blindfold around her friend's eyes. The orange filly immediately turned her teary red eyes away from her friend, too ashamed to even look Sweetie in the eyes.

"Scootaloo, I said it's okay. Don't worry. Let's get you cleaned up and then I'll untie you."

"You don't hafta! I can go wash up myself! Just untie me and I'll go home and take a shower and—"

"No. I'm going to wash you now. I was intending to do this from the beginning when we got all that lemonade all over you. And we would have had to wash the floor anyways cos we got the lemonade on the floor too."

"But... you had to touch my... pee..."

"Yes. I had to."

"Why'd you do something like that? It's so gross."

"It's not gross. It's just pee."

"Eww..." The pegasus grimaced in disgust.

Sweetie had taken the wet towel from the bucket and was now gently washing the sticky soda from her friend's face.

"Scoots... can I tell you a secret?" Sweetie asked in a nonchalant voice. At least she hoped it sounded nonchalant, because inside, her stomach was filled with butterflies.

"O-of course! You know I'll never tell anypony."

"I used to wet my bed."

"Is that all? I used to do that when I was small too."

"Umm... I used to do it... a bit longer than other foals."

"Erm..."

"Like... A LOT longer." A slight blush was visible on the unicorn's pale cheeks.

"How... long actually."

"Umm... I've been dry for... about a year now. Well I've had a few accidents but... "

Scootaloo could only stare at her friend with a mixture of horror and sympathy.

"I've been to a few doctors and I have to eat salt in the evening which makes me feel real weird and I can't drink anything before going to bed. They even gave me some medicine but that made me throw up so we couldn't use it. But what I'm tryinna say is that I've been mostly cleaning after myself for a while now. You know, washing the linens, drying the bed... stuff like that. It's really embarrassing, but I've kinda gotten used to it." As she spoke, Sweetie moved to her friend's chest, occasionally rinsing the towel in the clean water and continuing to clean her friend up.

"Gosh... I never... "

"And you can't tell anypony! Ever! I mean if somepony at school found out... like Tiara or Spoon or—"

"I'd never tell anypony! Never! I trust you with being my big sis so you can DEFINITELY trust me!"

The small unicorn's eyes were starting to fill up with tears.

"Hey! Sweetie?"

"I'm okay. It's just... I'm really happy you said that."

"That you can trust me?"

"N-no... that you trust me. I mean..." Sweetie had gotten to her friend's stomach now, but had to stop for a moment to blink her eyes clear. "...I always mess up things I try to do with my folks or my sister. And they always shout at me and tell me I can't be trusted and that I can't do anything alone. Especially my sister. She's always looking over my shoulder when I do anything."

"But we mess up all the time! That doesn't mean anything!"

"It doesn't?"

"Of course not! Trusting someone is not about them messing up. You don't MEAN to mess up, right? It's be different if you lied to someone or hurt them on purpose or stuff."

Sweetie had to turn away, her face in a twisted expression.

"Sorry, Sweetie! I didn't mean about what we're doing!"

"No, it's just—" The unicorn turned once again to look at her friend, her eyes running.

"No, Sweetie."

"But there's—"

"No. Not a word."

Sweetie sniffled and gave a small nod. She dipped the towel in the bucket again, and started moving the cool wet cloth along the orange filly's thighs.

"Umm... Sweetie? I don't think I got any lemonade there."

"But it feels good cos I hit you here? Let me make you feel better."

"S-sure. Like, whatever." A small rustle was audible from somewhere behind the pegasus, and as Sweetie kept wiping the tender, soft fur of her friend, the pegasus's wings started rising up again. The unicorn gave a small smile, and after wetting the towel again, moved down, towards the pegasus's rear. She made long, gentle brushes with the cloth, covering her friend's buttocks with the feeling of cool, fresh water. A relaxed smile appeared on Scootaloo's face and she closed her eyes. The eyes shot open in a few moments, when she felt the wet towel traveling between her buttocks. "Hey, I can, like... clean there myself? You don't hafta..." she stammered.

"Shush, Scoots. I know what I'm doing. You trust me, right?"

Sweetie made sure to clean her friend's crack thorouly, spending a lot of time at the small hole that she'd earlier inserted the thermometer into. She then moved upwards, and after wetting the towel one more time, boldly moved the cloth to her friend's slit.

"Sweetie! What the hay are you...?"

"I figured it out, Scoots. Just a moment ago when I was outside. I know what it feels like. And after all you've been through today, I think you deserve a little reward."

"Oh mane! You can't BELIEVE how much I hoped you'd figure it out. But are you sure you wanna do it to me? I mean... it gets all messy and smelly—"

"I know. And I also know how good it feels."

"I... I'd really like if you did it. But only if you—"

"I do."

Sweetie Belle started rubbing her friend's crotch gently with the towel, and Scootaloo's further comments were drowned in a quick, surprised squeal. The unicorn moved the cloth back and fort, turning her hoof so that just the edge was putting pressure on the tender parts of her friend. She moved slowly, not wanting to hurt her friend with her hard appendage. After a few more strokes, she dropped the towel on the floor and turned to look at her friend's private parts.

"Wow, Scoots. You look even wetter than last time. And your peach is all red."

"Peach? What are you talking about?"

"Umm... Isn't that what it's called? At least that's what my mom taught."

"Oh... Well my mom called it a 'vulva'. She showed me a big diagram with a lot of difficult words about different parts, but that's kinda the only one I remember."

"Wow. I guess my mom didn't know that." Sweetie was just staring at the folds of her friend.

"Sweetie? Not to rush you or anything... "

"Yeah in a minute. I've just never looked at one. It looks so weird. Like a pink canyon."

"A canyon? Like Ghastly Gorge?"

"Yeah." The unicorn gently parted her friend's lower lips and peered inside. "Wow! There's even more inside! And it's all wet."

"Sweetieee!" came the impatient whine of the pegasus, as she jiggled her whole hindquarters around to get more contact with the probing hooves.

The white filly started stroking the sides of her friends pink folds with both hooves. She was leaning in close, taking in the scent of her friend getting turned on by her touch. Sweetie moved her hooves up and down along the edges, enjoying the slippery feeling, and peering inside whenever she got the chance. Whenever she hit the top of the crevasse, the pegasus gave a short jump and a moan. She couldn't remember where her own most sensitive parts had been, having been so caught up in her urges, but she seemed to have found her friend's. Giving more attention to the upper portion, she rubbed her hoof in a small circle, moving upwards and pushing the edge of her hoof partly inside her friend, bringing forth a lovely moan of pleasure from the pegasus.

"More! It feels so good, Sweetie!"

The unicorn complied, propping herself up with her other forehoof, wrapping it around her friends hindleg, and moving the other other in a more rapid pace inside her friend's slit. It was now positively leaking, and Sweetie felt everything she touched to grow more slippery by the moment. A small rivulet of Scootaloo's secretions flowed down along her bottom, between her buttocks, slowly approaching her wrinkly hole. Without thinking, Sweetie leaned forward and pushed her tongue out, licking the liquid up, and continuing to move her tongue all the way to her friend's folds. She probed inside with her tongue, finding it much easier to touch her friend without fear of hurting her with her clumsy hooves. A high-pitched squeal from the pegasus affirmed that she was also liking this idea.

"Sweetie... are you... using your... mouth?" the pegasus managed to get out between heavy breaths and whines. Her voice had taken on a much higher pitch than usual, almost sounding like her unicorn friend pleasuring her.

Switching between mouth and hoof, the white filly was able to speak again.

"Yeah. You taste kinda good, Scoots."

"That's... kindaaaah... "

"Gross?" the unicorn replied in a coy voice, enjoying her friends stuttering speech and involuntary voices of enjoyment.

"I... was gonna... say... awesome..."

That was all the permission Sweetie needed. She once again turned her mouth against her friend's swollen slit, moving her tongue all over the slippery sides. Her own muzzle was already covered in Scootaloo's juices, and the smell was overpowering in her nose. She felt the new, but now a bit more familiar heat returning in her own crotch. Having an extra hoof available, it instinctively traveled to her own fillyhood, starting to stroke her own wet folds. She tried looking for the most sensitive parts that gave herself the most pleasure, and mirrored the movements with her tongue inside her friend.

Scootaloo's voice had turned into a high-pitched squeak, like she was cheering her favorite sports team to victory, repeating a long drawn-out "aaaaah!" over and over again. The whine became shorter and shorter as Sweetie found even better moves, finally touching herself at the very top of her inner folds. For a moment, she had trouble concentrating on her tongue, when her own eyes tried to turn around in her head. Her lower body was moving from side to side and her tail was all the way up. The tied-up pegasus was mirroring her moves, moving her backside in rhythm with the touches of her friend's tongue, shivering from pleasure and anticipation.

The unicorn wanted even more, and started kissing the sides of her friend's crevasse, sucking them between her teeth before letting go. This elicited a surprised "Eep!" from her friend, and she repeated the maneuver on the other side, with even greater results. She let her tongue drive deeper, this time moving to the bottom of the moist slit, finding a new opening. Sweetie could hardly believe what she felt as her tongue pushed deeper inside, as the fleshy pink walls tried to grab her and pull her deeper inside. She found the new place with her own hoof too, but was mollified she couldn't fit her hoof inside, and had to pull it out.

The orange pegasus was losing control, squirming and whinnying, letting out incoherent squeals in anticipation of her climax. Sweetie hungrily lapped along the slit of her orange friend. pushing for the tender part she'd found earlier. She found a tiny nub, not even the sizce of a small pinhead, which she rolled her tongue over again and again. It didn't take long for Scootaloo to start trying to move her own rump up and down on the chair, trying to make the tongue go even faster, until she let out a long cry that kept going higher and lower for a long time before falling silent. Sweetie licked for a moment more, finding an abundance of Scootaloo's juices still flowing from her folds, but couldn't contain herself much longer. She fell back from her standing position onto her back, and in front of the orange pegasus' eyes, kept pleasuring herself.

She spread her legs wide open, so that her friend could see every movement, every part of her body, everything that she was doing. They looked eachother directly in the eyes, as Sweetie's second orgasm started shaking her body. Once again she lost herself in the pleasure, and with a rhythmic growl, allowed her own juices to flow onto her tail and the floor.
After she was starting to catch her breath again, she heard a voice coming from above her. Scootaloo had her familiar coltish grin on her face again.

"Feels good?"

"Y-yeah. It was... I can't even... "

"I know. Awesome, right?"

"Awesome." Sweetie let out a long sigh. "Really, really awesome."

The white unicorn managed to get pack on her feet, and circled the chair Scootaloo was tied to. She pulled the ropes open, having used a pull-knot this time to make it faster. The pegasus could finally lower her hindhooves from their elevated position, which she did with great care. Sweetie was able to open the binds without a hitch, and the orange filly was finally free to move around. When she jumped down from the chair, her legs gave out from under her and she collapsed to the floor with a frightened yelp.

"Did you hurt yourself?" asked the worried white unicorn standing next to her downed friend.

"I... can't feel my hindhooves!"

"Shh. Don't worry. The feeling'll come back in a moment. It's just a side-effect from being tied up so long. Comes with that type of tie."

"Sweetie? What are you talking about?"

The unicorn slammed a hoof in her mouth.

"N-nothing! It's just that maybe the rope was too tight or something. I wouldn't know... "

"SWEE-TIE?! What are you not telling me?" The pegasus managed to lift herself up onto her forehooves even though her hindhooves were still numb.

"Telling? Nothing! I mean... there's nothing to tell."

"You're the worst liar I know, Sweetie. Now spit it out."

"Promise not to get mad?"

"No. Tell me!" Scootaloo punched her forehoof on the floor and looked her friend with burning eyes.Sweetie gulped down a big worried lump in her mouth.

"There's... kinda... this book about this kinda stuff."

"A book? Where'd you get a book like that?"

"Well... umm... the library."

"You went to the library? Where that crazy Twilight is? ARE YOU CRAZY?"

"No no no! She was out of town. It was only Spike. And he gave me the book and promised not to tell anyone. And all he wanted for it was some gems and for some reason, my sister's handkerchief."

"Show it to me. It's the book you read earlier, right?"

"I don't really think that's a good idea—"

"SHOW IT TO ME, SWEETIE?"

With shaking hooves Sweetie walked to her saddlebag and picked the book between her teeth before giving it to her friend.

"Bonds of Trust," Scootaloo read out loud, "A Beginner's Guide To Responsible BDSM."

"Yeah... that means like the stuff we've been doing."

The orange filly opened the book to a random page. Sweetie was in a near panic, hoping like crazy her friend wouldn't find one certain page.

"Candle wax," the pegasus continued reading, "can be used to cause mild discomfort in the sub. The pain can be increased by lowering the candle closer to the sub, so the drops of molten candle wax are hotter when they hit. It is unusual to cause any damage, but a small amount of cream should be kept at hand for skin irritation. Be careful not to let the flame touch the sub under any circumstance, as this might cause first- or second degree burns... Sweetie what the heck is this? It tells about dripping candles on somepony? Wouldn't it be almost impossible to get out? Like what happened with Snips and Snails and the gum?"

"Well... I... I wasn't going to try stuff like that."

"And this?" Scootaloo had turned to a new page. "Hoofcuffs as bondage? They even have a picture of frilly hoofcuffs!"

"Yeah, there's a lot of weird stuff in that book."

"Why the hay do you have a book like this?"

"Well... I kinda... wanted to figure more stuff we could do. And I was really worried when I hurt you last time that I didn't want stuff like that to happen."

"Really?"

"Yeah. The book told me what kind of rope to use and what to do if you got hurt and what kinda safety measures I should make. That's why I have the first-aid kit with me and there's other stuff in my saddlebags too."

"I... guess that kinda makes sense. Hey this might be kinda fun."

Sweetie let out a relieved sigh. Maybe she'd be getting out of this yet.

"Huh... There are bookmarks here," Scootaloo said. She might have as well condemned the unicorn to exile, or worse."

"D-don't look at them, please!"

"Why not?"

"Cos... you might... "

"Might what?"

Her only answer was a desperate whinny as Sweetie fell on all fours across the book from the orange filly.

"Please?" She looked at her friend with pleading eyes. Scootaloo looked back at her, but turned to read the book, turning it to the first bookmark.

"Insertion," she once again read out loud, "can be performed in various orifices of the sub. Most commonly this involves either the mouth (called oral insertion) or the rectum (or anal) insertion. Other alternatives are aural (ears), nasal (the nose) or vaginal. Urethral insertion is not adviced. Make sure to use a soft item if not performing oral or anal insertion. The item should be as round as possible, because any sharp edges or corners may cause bleeding. These kinds of plays can be performed under the roles of doctor and patient, or parent and child... Sweetie... you... these were my punishment... and this calls them 'plays'? Like... games? But... I thought you said I deserved a punishment? So I'd become a better pony? Was it just... a game for you?"

"No! You don't understand! I really thought these would make you a better pony! Honest!"

"How? How does showing a thermometer in my butt make me a better pony? Tell me, Sweetie!" The desperation of the unicorn was mirrored by the anger in the pegasus' voice.

"I... kinda thought that cos you always hafta be alone and you gotta act so grown-up, I thought that if I made you feel like a foal you'd kinda get away from it. And I... kinda wanted to really act like your big sister. You know... just for a while."

"R-Really?" The anger was suddenly gone from the pegasus' voice. "I didn't even think about that. You... really did all of this just to make me feel like... a little filly?"

"That was the only reason! Honest! Just so you wouldn't feel like you had to be the lonely grown-up! I mean... after last time I went home and we had dinner. And my mom scolded me for being late and I had to eat the dinner while standing up. It sucked, but then I thought about it some more. I had someone to expect me to come home, and who was worried when I was late. And then I thought about you, alone, thinking about your friends. I started crying at the table and had to go to my room. Mom thought she'd been too strict and said I could eat the rest of the dinner sitting down, but I couldn't eat anymore. I almost came over to your house!"

Scootaloo was just sitting, staring at the white filly with her mouth agape.

"You... planned all this... to... " she couldn't continue, as her lower lip started trembling again. Then her eyes once more shot open. "If you planned all this... does it mean that... you made me wet myself on purpose?" her voice had a very dangerous edge to it, which didn't go unnoticed by Sweetie.

"N-N-No! Of course not! I... wouldn't do something like that. It was an accident. Just a nasty accident. Right?"

"Sweetie... why is there another bookmark here?"

"Scootaloo... please... don't... "

The orange pegasus turned the few pages, until she reached the page that was marked with a small orange slip. She couldn't read aloud, only skim the page. Phrases like "...only for advanced plays....", "...one of the most embarrassing...", "...lot to drink...", "...a bucket, unless intending to make the sub clean afterwards...".

And in the middle of the page, a pony bound exactly the way she had been just a few moments ago. The image caption told the reader how a pony tied in this position could not help wetting themselves if they had enough to drink before the play. It was all there. Everything they'd done. Sweetie had planned all of it since the beginning. Maybe even since they'd made the lemonade. Planned to make her wet herself in front of her. To humiliate her. This was nothing like spanking as a punishment. This was... vile.

Scootaloo stood up. Her hindhooves were still tingling from the sensation returning, but she didn't even notice.

"Scoots... let me explain... I—" The rest of her words were drowned by the yelp of pain that she let out as she crumpled to the floor. Scootaloo lowered her hoof and walked out the door.

Sweetie was crying, but managed to get back onto her shaking hooves. The whole side of her face was hurting, and she couldn't see anything with the eye on that side. She shook her head, but desperately ran outside onto the porch, and into the rain. Underneath her, she heard the orange pegasus removing the cart from her scooter. When the unicorn managed to get down to the ground, Scootaloo was already wearing her blue helmet and flaring her wings. Sweetie's words wouldn't come out, so all she could do was run and stand in front of her friend.

"Please... let me—"

"Get out of my way. Or I'll drive over you." The pegasus's voice was low, almost a growl.

Sweetie walked toward her friend, trying once again to talk to her friend. She was almost close enough to see individual raindrops bouncing off of the pegasus' helmet. when the orange filly shot forward, not with her scooter, but with her hindhooves. She pushed the small white filly tumbling into the wet mud.

"I said, stay out of my w—" A tiny white body barreled into her, bringing her crashing down into the murk surrounding them.

Sweetie was desperately sobbing and clinging to her waist with both forehooves.

"If you don't let me go, I'm going to hurt you."

The bawling unicorn just tightened her grip. The first blow landed directly onto the top of her head. The next caught her in the ear, making her whole head ring. She felt her own grip loosening as the last strike caught her squarely on the muzzle, and the smell of metal filled her nose. Clutching her face, the unicorn curled up and rolled away.

"YOU IDIOT!" The pegasus screamed. "I TRUSTED YOU! YOU LIED TO ME!" She had to take a breath before continuing: "I HATE YOU!" Panting, she picked up her fallen scooter, and with a buzz of her wings, sped off into the rain.

Sweetie Belle was left lying in the mud, crying, and quietly begging for forgiveness from her friend.