Ropes and Chains and other Delightful Things

The next week passed by criminally slowly as the Cutie Mark Crusaders looked for the mysterious zebra merchant in the Ponyville Marketplace every day before leaving to do other things. One of those things ended up modeling summer dresses and the new sets of ‘upscale everyday outfits’ for older teens and young adults at an event hosted by Rarity at the Carousel Boutique.

To the girls’ satisfaction, the event was a success and Rarity confirmed several new orders for her efforts. And of course, as promised, Rarity paid them 100 bits each for their modeling work. While Scootaloo scoffed at the wage received, Sweetie Belle was able to confirm that most amateur clothing models that were just starting out could earn as low as 20 bits per hour, so while the wage wasn’t ‘generous’, it was reasonable. Apple Bloom hadn’t cared one way or the other so long as it was enough to get what they needed. Rarity had already secretly given all three of them their lingerie and leathers.

While Rarity wasn’t hurting for money, she had been concerned about being bored. Having no work stifled her creativity and worse… her more recent work for lingerie and dominatrix leathers wasn’t something she was willing to openly sell or advertise (She had a reputation to uphold after all) although she knew a few ponies that she could discreetly work with for ‘secret orders.’ Rarity would never admit it, but the cutie mark crusaders had given her a great deal of inspiration, but that’s another story for another time.

Once again finding themselves in the Marketplace, Scootaloo sighed loudly. “Do you think he’ll be here today?”

Apple Bloom shrugged while scratching the back of her head. “Ah don’t know but, in all honesty, today is the first day that we’ve had the bits ta buy the stuff. It would have been worse ta have found him and not been able ta buy anything or make a deal.”

Scootaloo nodded in agreement but hedged a question. “So, who should do the talking when we finally meet him?”

Sweetie Belle considered the question thoughtfully. “Hmm. Bloom has the most experience buying and selling things from her work on the farm. If anypony can get us a discount, it’ll be her. Of course, she’ll need our permission to make deals that involve us. I trust her so I have no problem giving her permission. It won’t look good if we start arguing in front of him.”

Scootaloo nodded. “Yeah… I agree. There’s just one problem…”

Bloom frowned. “An’ what’s that?”

Scootaloo looked at both her friends with a slight amount of worry. “I’m not sure it matters if we can afford to buy everything or not. The final problem is that we don’t know what everything is for or how to use it. Bloom will have to convince this guy not only to sell us this stuff, but also to teach us how to use it.”

Sweetie winced at the truth of that statement. “A lot of the adult stallions in town have been looking at us with a hunger in their eyes since we started our latest heat, but we also know that none of them would dare touch us without a cutie mark, despite our age. We’re going to have to hope that zebras have fewer taboos or that we’re old enough to consent within zebra culture. Rarity did say that their culture is different. I don’t see how he could teach us to use this stuff without using it on us himself.”

Bloom’s eyes widened and she spoke in a hushed tone. “Ah think we’re about ta find out. Look alive girls… we got us a zebra.”

They all looked towards what had to be the most isolated spot in the marketplace. If the zebra wasn’t so easy to spot, he might have been easy to miss. They all causally walked over to him, to disguise how eager they were to finally meet him.

The zebra smiled down at all three of them. “Welcome to my humble market stall. What catches your eye today?”

As they looked down at the wares, they froze in place. The stall had whips, chains, necklaces, bracelets, spikes and several things that they couldn’t even identify.

Apple Bloom picked up a hollow cylinder in one hand and another large plug with the other hand. “Would ya mind explaining what these are and how to use them?”

The zebra smiled. “Of course! The cylinder is an Anal Dilator which is used to open your tailhole so a stallion can put his cock in your tailhole. Just be sure that the dilator is large enough to accommodate your stallion’s cock. Between you and me, the hospitals hate having to remove a dilator from a stallion’s cock that was too small him. And the plug device is a butt plug. The butt plug serves two purposes as well. The first purpose is also to prepare you for anal sex, but the second purpose is to give you more pleasure during regular sex. Leaving the butt plug in during sex puts more pressure on your clitoris and will in turn make you orgasm faster and harder. If the stallion knows what he’s doing, it can be very pleasurable for both ponies.”

The girls were… shocked… by the explanation but were also grateful at how blunt he was in explaining what those items did. He wasn’t treating them like children, unlike how most of the rest of the town still did.

Sweetie Belle smiled with a timid expression. “That’s… very, uhm, informative. We were told that you might be related to Ponyville’s resident zebra but nopony knows for sure. What’s your name, mister?”

He bowed with a smile. “Ah. I visit my sister Zecora from time to time, but I don’t like to leave my name where Royal Guards, lawyers, or angry fathers can find it… so, you may call me Mr. Zebra.”

Sweetie Belle tilted her head in confusion. “We know Zecora… why don’t you rhyme like her?”

Mr. Zebra laughed heartily. “She rhymes like that because it’s traditional for zebra potion masters to do so. I prefer regular pony speak to better connect with my customers.”

That made sense so Sweetie Belle pushed forward. “Well, Mr. Zebra. Are you sure that you don’t mind three mares our age, without cutie marks, looking at your wares?”

He shook his head at looked at them appraisingly. “Mares your age? You are at least eighteen, are you not? In zebra culture, a filly can be mated once she has her first heat. Zebras don’t get cutie marks like ponies do, but some of us chose to get tattoos where a pony cutie mark is supposed to show up after the first heat happens. Without a cutie mark to guide us, we choose to use nature’s way of telling us when it’s time. The first heat can be very young, but nature wouldn’t let you go through heat if you weren’t ready for foals. Physical age aside, I can smell that all three of you are in heat, so therefore in zebra culture, you are old enough to buy what I’m selling, if you have the bits to pay for it.”

With that tidbit of information out of the way, Sweetie Belle backed off and let Apple Bloom take over the negotiations.

Apple Bloom nodded. “We want ta try ta earn cutie marks as a dominatrix so we need everything ya would recommend in pulling that off. We already have dominatrix leathers and lingerie.”

Mr. Zebra nodded as he gathered a large amount of his wares. “If all three of you plan to do this together, you will need at the very least: three butt plugs, one anal dilator, one cat of nine tails whip, three blindfolds, one set of chains, a sex swing, a ball gag… maybe two sets of handcuffs.”

Apple Bloom blanched at the cost. “We only have 300 bits… we can’t afford all that unless ya’re willing ta make a deal.”

Mr. Zebra closed his eyes and appeared to be lost in thought for a moment. “I suppose you need somepony to show you how to use everything also, correct?”

Apple Bloom winced. “We can’t afford ta pay ya for your time. Can we make an arrangement?”

Mr. Zebra opened his eyes and smiled. “As it happens, I often pay mares for their time. The road is lonely. Despite my sister’s presence, Ponyville is still ignorant towards zebras, so I don’t find much companionship here despite my willingness to pay a generous amount. I suppose I could afford to sell you all these wares for 300 bits and install it for you while also agreeing to teach you how to safely use it… since sex will be involved. Do you consent to sex and agree to these terms?”

Apple Bloom looked at her friends, who both simply nodded. “Ya have a deal.”

Mr. Zebra packed up his stall and closed early, opting to follow the Cutie Mark Crusaders back to their clubhouse. He sat the wares down and started to install everything, but he also took the time to hold a conversation with the girls as well.

“Now. I’m going to explain the rules while I’m installing everything.”

Scootaloo scoffed. “There are rules?”

Mr. Zebra nodded, a serious expression on his face. “Yes.”

Sweetie Belle didn’t want him to leave so she responded before Scootaloo could say anything else. “So, what are the rules?”

Mr. Zebra hung the sex swing in the middle of the clubhouse and was adding supports.

“Generally, the rules are simple. Rule number one: Only Dom and Sub with people that you trust. They may have rules of their own, but they need to respect your rules and your limits. Rule number two: You need to know yourself well enough to set limits given that without limits things may happen that you don’t like, and you want to enjoy these experiences instead of regretting them. Rule number three: Always have a ‘safe word’ that you can utter to stop the encounter if it starts to get out of hand. The safe word can’t be ‘stop’ or ‘no’ because it’s common to accidentally say those things in moments of passion. With the three of you, each of you should have your own unique safe word. Rule number four: Always agree before the encounter starts on what exactly the plan is. It doesn’t have to ruin spontaneousness, but you do need to be in agreement on the general nature of what is going to happen before you start. And finally, rule number five: Use protection for all encounters that include actual sex so that there aren’t any accidental foals. Do you have any questions?”

He moved on to install the chains on one of the walls when Apple Bloom spoke up. “Ya seem very experienced in this. It seems obvious that ya can’t say a safe word if ya’er using a ball gag but ah’d like ta understand why the rules are so important?”

A moment of silence passed with only the sounds of him working on installing the chains. “I had a mare friend who liked to be choked during sex and another stallion friend who loved to choke during sex. They hooked up and there was no safe word and as the evening continued, they both got deeper and deeper into their own fetishes. Before any zebra knew what happened, he had accidently choked her to death. It was consensual sex, but you can’t excuse murder, even if it could be explained as an accident. He should have stopped but he was convinced that she wanted more. That’s why I insist on establishing rules for the encounters. If you go on to do Dom or Sub work for a living for clients, you will want rules for every client.”

The explanation made sense but also took the girls by surprise. Scootaloo cleared her throat. “We’re going to go change into something more comfortable and talk about the rules we want for ourselves while you finish up installing this stuff. We’ll be back.”

An hour passed and the girls returned to the clubhouse wearing their lingerie, not completely surprised that without distractions everything had been installed and reenforced so nothing would break. His eyes widened when he saw the girls.

Scootaloo was wearing a green set of lingerie that complemented her orange coat perfectly. It had the crotch cut out for easy access to her pussy and flaps that could expose her breasts. The flaps were undone, and her A cup breasts were exposed for him.

Apple Bloom wore a red lingerie that matched the color of her mane, with the same crotch cut out and breast flaps. Bloom seemed satisfied with how the lingerie made her B cup breasts look, also already exposed.

Sweetie Belle was wearing purple lingerie that also matched the purple in her mane. While also crotchless for easy access to her pussy, her lingerie was designed to accent her breasts, keeping them fully exposed, given that her C cup breasts were already too big for a securable flap to hide them. While technically wearing clothes, they were also technically naked with both pussy and chest exposed for their zebra guest.

He cleared his throat, seeming to be nervous for the first time. “You mares certainly came prepared. It makes me less unsure about doing this, but won’t your parents’ mind?”

Sweetie Belle pressed her fingers into her breasts to draw attention to them, drawing circles around her nipples causing them to go erect. “We all are eighteen, so I don’t think that matters much, but, if you want an explanation, here it goes. My parents left me in the care of my older sister. Not only does my sister not care that we’re doing this, but she also made us this lingerie and told us to seek you out specifically to buy what we needed. She also gave us the bits to buy what we got. I don’t care if my parents care what about happens in here. For that matter, I don’t care if my sister cares what happens in here.”

Apple Bloom went next, drawing the zebra’s eyes to her with a slow caress of her wet pussy. “My parents are dead, and my older sister and older brother don’t pay much attention to me. Ah know they care about me, but a girl my age needs more… attention… affection.”

Scootaloo, not wanting to be outdone by her friends drew the zebra’s attention with a quick flap of her wings only to turn around and bend all the way over, exposing her pussy completely with the prime angle to be mounted. She spread her ass cheeks with her hands to give him an even better view of her ass and pussy, and then turned her head to give the zebra a sultry look.

“My parents are exploring the jungles of Equestria. They left me in the care of my aunts who only pay token attention to me. My mentor seems to care more about being cool than being nurturing. These friends mean the world to me, and we all want either the same or similar cutie marks. So do you want these pussies or not?”

Not at all shocked by the vulgarness of the mares’ statements, their needs clearly displayed, the zebra started to get undressed and asked. “Do you have your rules ready?”

Scootaloo stood back up, not wanting to hold that pose for long if he didn’t start with her and Sweetie Belle answered his question.

“Yes. The rules. Given that you are older than us, we want a teacher/student dom/sub roleplay. Calling you Mr. Zebra already plays well into that. No choking. We want you to insert the butt plugs into all three of us, so no anal sex but we want you to not only fuck our pussies, but we expect you to finish inside of us to quell our heat. Teach us the proper way to use the equipment. If it goes too far for any of us, my safe word is ‘music’, Bloom’s safe word is ‘Apple Pie’ and Scoots’ safe word is ‘rainboom’. What are your rules?”

Now fully naked, Mr. Zebra smiled. “My rule is that I will follow your rules. Do you have a preference on who gets the swing, the chains or the handcuffs?”

Scootaloo shook her head. “Nope. Put us where you want us, Mr. Zebra.”

He nodded with finality. “Very well… let’s begin today’s lesson. Bondage 101.”