One Day at a Time

“Both of them? In maid uniforms? At the same time?”

Fluttershy giggled, even though her face was heating up. Well, her face and other parts, at the memory. “Yes. They were so cute. And sexy, too.”

“I can’t believe Twilight agreed to it,” Rarity said, her voice a hushed, scandalized whisper. It wouldn’t do, after all, to have the bustling crowds of Manehatten hear her sordid gossip.

Never mind that their task today was just as sordid, if not more so.

“She complained a little at first,” Fluttershy admitted. “But not much. And as soon as she got the costume on…”

A shiver ran down her spine, and her tail flagged a little. Rarity noticed and laughed; it was a throaty, husky sound, and Fluttershy squeaked as she forced her tail back down, her eyes darting about the crowded street to see if anypony had noticed.

If they had, they didn’t say anything. Ponies in Manehatten, especially these ponies, seemed engrossed in their own little worlds, focusing on nothing more than the ground in front of their hooves, expressions of annoyed urgency on their faces. Fluttershy waited until her heart rate returned to normal before she said any more.

“You’ll have to ask her to wear it again, sometime,” she said, allowing her voice to adopt a teasing lilt. Rarity’s eyes widened in surprise, before she smiled in speculative joy. “Or you can make an even better one for her.”

“Hmm…adult fetish wear. I must say, I have considered it,” Rarity admitted.

Fluttershy and Rarity had been friends for years, and she knew the other mare very well. Well enough to know when Rarity was prevaricating; she got a giddy thrill when she shared her latest gossip, but enjoyed it best when others were the first to ask. So Fluttershy played along.

“Just considered it?” she asked politely, even though she already knew the answer.

“Well, if you must know,” Rarity confided, her white cheeks turning pink, “I’ve gone fairly far beyond the consideration phase. There are designs. And prototypes.”

“I’d like to see them,” Fluttershy said. She wasn’t just feigning interest; Rarity’s designs were always top notch, and with her recent ‘experimentation’ some well-designed fetish wear could fit right in. She tried not to imagine too hard what kinds of clothing Rarity might be referencing, though…it would not be prudent to have those sorts of reactions on a rather crowded street.

Though, considering the rather public nature of what she was about to attempt…

“S-so,” she stammered, desperately grasping for a change of topic even while she mentally forced her tail down. “T-tell me more about this place. It’s called… Suite Y.”

“Hmm…maybe you should see for yourself,” Rarity said, smirking. “We’re here.”

They were standing in front of a high rise, more stories than Fluttershy could count in a glance, with a facade of silver-veined black granite. It looked both generic and imposing at the same time. A wide glass rotating door stood still at the entrance. There was no name or title over the door, just an address number: 4900, in bold golden block letters that stood out against the black.

There was no door pony, so the two of them walked up to the rotating glass door; Rarity with a confident prance in her step, and Fluttershy following behind, trying to mimic her. Once through the door, the atrium was moderately busy. Most ponies were wearing business wear; mostly suits and blouses and slacks. They seemed far too busy to pay Rarity or Fluttershy any heed.

“Are you sure we’re in the right spot?”

It looked like an office space, rather than…the real destination.

“Indeed, darling. Twilight and I scouted the place a few days ago. This way.”

Rarity, Fluttershy knew, had the sort of public confidence that allowed her to walk boldly through a lightly crowded atrium without feeling out of place, or that ponies were staring. She led Fluttershy to an elevator, and Fluttershy made her way quickly to the back corner. More ponies filled in, and Fluttershy pressed against the back wall.

She could smell cologne and espresso.

Rarity pressed the button for the tenth floor, and others pressed different buttons. The elevator lurched to life, pulling them upwards.

Fluttershy felt pressed in.

The doors opened. Ponies got out. Got in.

More floors.

Finally by the time they reached their floor, Fluttershy could hear her heart beating much harder than usual.

“This is our stop,” Rarity said, flipping her mane.

The elevator exited into a mundane looking hallway which ended in a desk, complete with a young unicorn stallion secretary. Behind him was a pair of thick oak double doors, and a single metal placard that read ‘Suite Y’. Rarity approached, with Fluttershy tight behind.

“Can I help you?”

The tone was polite and official.

“Yes, we’re expected,” Rarity said. “Rarity and Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy hadn’t exactly been excited about using their real names, but both Twilight and Rarity had assured her that the organization did criminal background checks and strict health screenings. It was a dilemma; on the one hoof, she’d hoped for more anonymity. On the other hoof, there was a comfort in the stringent safety procedures.

“Yes,” the stallion said with a smile. “This way, please.”

He didn’t lead them through the main door, but rather along the hall until they reached a small side entrance. Lighting his horn, he opened the door for them.

“Princess Twilight made most of the arrangements already. But it is our policy to confirm all details, and review our safety procedures.”

“This place…is not what I expected,” Fluttershy said softly, before she could stop herself. The stallion smiled.

“Unsurprising. The actual floor of the club does have a more theatrical decor, but few ponies expect to find a sex club in a Manehatten high rise. This is more of a…cast room. Or backstage, if you will.”

The room inside was like a backstage costume room. Beige walls were stacked with shelves and racks, each one full of clothing and toys. There were also lockers and benches.

“To review,” the stallion said. “You both will be confined in a box for a period of two hours, or until either one of you use a safety signal for release. While you are confined you will be available for anonymous sex, with the limits that there will be no anal penetration, and that condoms must be worn. Is there anything you would like to add or change at this time?”

His voice was professional during his recitation, and Fluttershy felt herself nodding automatically. That was what they’d agreed to.

“Perfection, darling,” Rarity said out loud.

“Good. Now, as for safety signals. What are the verbal signals?”

“Red, Yellow, Green,” Fluttershy said, trying to sound as confident as Rarity. They’d gone over this extensively. Twilight and she had decided to use a similar system for future games. “If I am asked for a color, green means everything is fine, yellow means we need to pause briefly so we can discuss and reduce the intensity of the scene, and red means everything stops.”

“Everything but aftercare,” the stallion noted. “The scene itself will stop, but we’ll be making sure everything is safe and healthy with you both if either of you have to use the safe words. Please don’t hesitate; nopony will be angry at you for taking care of yourselves.”

Once again, the professionalism and planning brought a sense of comfort and warmth to her chest. She looked at Rarity, who was smiling at her.

“You are welcome to use any of the toys in this room, as well as the outfits,” the stallion continued. “I know a lot of mares who have similar boundaries to you who use these,” he motioned to a shelf full of short, pointed, tapered objects, “as a reminder to the other guests that your rear hole is off-limits.”

Fluttershy looked closer and then gasped. They were butt plugs.

The stallion grinned at her reaction. “They vibrate, too.”

“Thank you, dear, but I think we’re not trying to overcomp—”

“I’ll do it,” Fluttershy said in a rush, her gaze locked on the toys. After all, this month was about pushing herself, trying new things. She’d never had anything in her backdoor before, but she’d always…

“Don’t feel like you—”

“I’ll do it,” Fluttershy repeated with a firm nod.

The stallion smiled, and continued on with the orientation. He showed them where they could borrow lingerie, and where to find lube for the toys. He showed them lockers they could use.

And then he showed them The Box.

The room housing The Box looked oddly sterile; the floors were gray tile, and the walls blank and empty.

The Box itself was made of one-way glass, and they could see everything from the outside. The swinging doors, complete with padded holes where they would be stuck, were wide open, and Fluttershy could see that once inside they would be unable to see out at all.

Just next to The Box’s doors leaned two pairs of polished wooden stocks, for locking their hind hooves together. The insides were lined with padding, and they looked clean. Clean and sturdy.

Her heart started to pound faster.

“W-will there be light inside?”

“There can be, if you want,” The stallion said. “It’s usually dark. Some ponies even go in with blindfolds.”

That was a little too much. She wasn’t ready for deprivation. Not yet, though she and Twilight were planning something in a couple of days…

“If you want light, though, there is a switch right…here,” he said, pointing with a hoof to a light switch. It was situated on the inside of The Box, right next to a trio of small buttons; red, yellow, and green. “The safety signals are right there, as well. Pushing them works the exact same as saying a signal out loud. If you push the yellow we will check on you before anything continues. If you push the red, the scene is over and we’ll proceed to your aftercare. Go ahead and push them, see what happens.”

Tentatively Fluttershy reached out, her hoof hesitating as if the button would shock her or something. She pressed it. Suddenly the cool white light in the room flashed to red, and Fluttershy jumped in shock.

“It’s impossible to ignore,” the stallion said. “And all of our clients know exactly what it means, and will follow strictly.”

“I admit, the level of planning and… infrastructure in a place here is quite comforting,” Rarity said, and Fluttershy nodded along eagerly. “But I am curious as to why I have not seen any other guests.”

“Princess Twilight booked this event with you two as the stars. Your… suitors will not begin arriving for an hour,” he said. “And by then you will be…well, in the Box. Everybody who comes to pay you a visit will be completely anonymous to you both.”

“B-but won’t they know who we are?” Fluttershy said, looking at The Box. She could imagine how it would look, with her front half concealed, while her back half would be exposed to the lust-drunk gaze of dozens of unknown, anonymous stallions.

Her tail shot straight up at the thought.

“Don’t you worry about that, darling. I have a plan,” Rarity said with a wink. “Trust me. A bit of mane dye, and a touch of magic, and you won’t look like yourself. We’ll even give you a new cutie mark.”

Fluttershy nodded again. She did trust Rarity.

“Very well. Are there any other questions I should answer before I leave the two of you to prepare?” the stallion asked.

Fluttershy’s heart pounded nervously, but she shook her head.

“Excellent. Good luck, and I do hope the both of you enjoy yourselves.”

It was both like and unlike the elevator. Fluttershy’s whole world was a small box. In front of her, between her and Rarity, was the safety signals. To her left was Rarity.

She could feel the padding of the Box’s door around her barrel, just behind her wings, which twitched on occasion. As her eyes darted about the tiny, confining space, Rarity’s whisper suddenly filled the room.

“Color check, darling?” she said.

Rarity’s voice grounded her. “Green.” She meant it.

“Good. For a moment I…aaah!”

Rarity’s eyes shot wide. Fluttershy cocked her head questioningly, before she felt something too. Something warm and soft, wrapping around both of her hooves. She waited patiently for a moment, then felt somepony’s hoof tap her hind leg. Experimentally she tested her range of movement. Her hind hooves were spread and trapped by the wooden restraints.

Then she let out a squeak of her own as she felt her tail being lifted and tied up high out of the way.

“O-oh my,” Rarity breathed, and Fluttershy could imagine she was getting the same treatment. Again she tested her restraints, wiggling around. Suddenly she realized she was probably putting on a show for the nice stallion who was locking them into place.

The idea frightened her, but it also sent a flash of heat along her marehood. She felt the growing wetness there.

Felt herself wink.

“Get ready, darling. Next is the… eeeeEEEP!”

Fluttershy giggled, a sound that became a sharp squeak of her own as she felt a squirt of cool gel right on the swell of her ponut. Lube, for the toy. The vibrating toy. The one she had requested.

But nothing happened. There was a quick knock on the outside of The Box. Three taps, a pause, then two. The stallion had mentioned this. He was doing his own color check.

“Green, Rarity?” Fluttershy whispered, and seeing the other mare’s nod, reached out to hit the green signal button.

There wasn’t much hesitation before she felt the press of the soft vinyl against her back entrance. She stood on the tips of her forehooves, panting, trying to relax.

She’d picked out the smallest of the toys, an almost pretty little thing with a red gem on the back. But it still felt massive as the stallion slowly worked it in. He was gentle but insistent, and after a moment she could almost feel the pop as the flared base fully entered inside her.

She felt…full, in ways she’d never felt before. She liked it

“Oooooooh mmmmmyyy…” Rarity moaned, as she was likely feeling the same odd pressure and fullness that Fluttershy now felt. She shifted herself, wiggling some more, but the toy stayed in place. It felt very odd, but she enjoyed the way it rubbed and…

Suddenly the toy buzzed to life, and Fluttershy let out a little shriek. It wasn’t an intense vibration, but enough that she immediately felt the pleasure building in her core.

Not enough to climax, though. She felt a heat, a yearning. Being filled a little was maddening, and she found herself craving what came next.

“I am…” Rarity panted, “...rather glad…you convinced me to try this. It’s rather…strange, isn’t it? But I do enjoy…feeling so…full.”

Fluttershy nodded, her breath coming hard. But it wasn’t the feeling of fullness that was really getting to her. It was…

Well, it was everything else. The padded restraints around her barrel and hindhooves. The strap holding up her tail. The prickling in her fur that told her somepony was moving around behind her but she could not see them. She felt so…so helpless.

Her eyes drifted to the safety button.

Helpless, but also paradoxically in control. Anything could happen back there. She was at the complete mercy of whatever strangers happened to wander by. They could…

Fluttershy let out a startled shriek.

“Darling?” Rarity asked.

“S-somepony’s touching me. M-my flank. I feel their hooves. Oh, they’re being so gentle, and eeeEEP!”

While two gentle hooves massaged her flanks, squeezing gently, somepony had kissed her, lips brushing the fur of her thigh…and then a tongue dragged slowly up her thigh.

Tasting the nectar that drooled from her marehood, Fluttershy realized with a thrill of pleasure.

And nothing she could do to stop it. Nothing except squirm. And squirming seemed to spur her ‘assailant’ onto new heights. Stroke after stroke, the tongue bathed her thighs, her flanks, even her dock, never quite getting close enough to touch against her sensitive bits.

“Stop teasing me!” she groaned helplessly. Her eyes flicked to Rarity, who was flushed but smirking.

“At least you get attention first, darling. I’m still…”

Rarity’s eyes shot wide, and her entire body surged forward as much as it could. Rarity’s expression was unfocused, and her voice gave a long, low sigh.

“That’s…more like it, though you didn’t have to be so… abrupt,” Rarity muttered. “Though I do suppose…mmm…that’s the pooooooIIIINT!”

She ended with a high-pitched moan, and her body started to thrust forward. Rarity let out a little gasp of pleasure with each bounce.

Seeing Rarity get what Fluttershy desperately wanted made things worse. The tongue behind her continued to tease, bringing her closer to a crashing release, but always retreating at the last second.

“Please,” Fluttershy cried, alarmed at her own desperation. “Please, I need to cum!”

She looked over her shoulder, but of course all she could see was darkened glass.

“Please!” she repeated to the unseen pony behind her. She was completely at their mercy.

The tongue stopped, and the hooves retreated. Fluttershy could have screamed in frustration. But then there was something else. Something broad and flat, and wet. It prodded at the lips of her marehood, and she nearly came right then.

But then it paused.

“No!” Fluttershy wiggled, as best as she could trying to telegraph her need. “No, please! Put it in!” The buzzing inside her rear wasn’t helping, either. She knew it would be pointless, but she tried to thrust her rump back to meet him. Her restraints wouldn’t allow it.

She thought she could imagine him laughing.

She tried desperately to find a way she could let him know her need, let him know just how much she wished he would simply push inside, but her lust-addled brain couldn’t latch onto any thoughts. The noises Rarity was making next to her wasn’t helping; whimpering and moaning, Rarity shook with every thrust from her own suitor.

Wiggling and thrashing as best she could, she nearly considered trying to turn around and give him a good stare. Even if she couldn’t see him, he could still see her, right? It might work. Something. Anything to…

And then he pushed, and she howled.

Lightning bolts of pleasure shot up her spine. All the teasing, all the denial, suddenly surged to a peak as her orgasm overtook her. Her mind was blank but for the sensation of her pleasure. She felt herself gushing all over the intrusion that was slowly pushing its way inside of her.

And he didn’t stop. She felt the hooves on her flank again, using her own body as leverage so he could keep pushing…pushing…filling her up even as the orgasm kept her crying out.

As her peak subsided, Fluttershy became aware of other sensations. The squeezing of hooves on her rump. The sounds Rarity was making right next to her. They met eyes, and Rarity smiled, a bit distractedly.

“I must…say, I am quite…pleased so far,” Rarity managed, cooing at a particularly nice thrust.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy’s suitor was still pushing in for the first time. She felt the thickness of his medial ring pause at her lips, then with a rush, he thrust in the rest of the way. Fluttershy moaned again.

For a moment, his hips brushed into hers, and he paused. Letting her catch her breath, she realized. She wiggled a bit at the feeling of fullness, nerves still charged from her massive orgasm, and even gave her muscles a little clench.

It was like a signal. He began pulling out, leaving her empty…but not for long. As soon as his medial ring slipped out, he drove back in again. His thrusts were smooth, powerful; constant motion, without hesitation. He did not pause when she trembled, when she thrust as much as she could against him, squeezing his cock inside her. He did not pause when she tensed, screaming out her second orgasm. He didn’t even pause when he neared his own climax. The only way Fluttershy could tell was that his thrusts lost their rhythm a little. She could feel the throb of blood in his hardness, and nearly saw stars when his hips collided once again with her rump as he came.

For a dazed moment she expected the rush of hot fluid into her depths, but it never came. Then, slowly, he began to withdraw, dragging something with him, and she remembered her own rules. Feeling the now-full condom slip from her slit made her shudder.

But she didn’t have long to think about it. It was only seconds later that a second hardness prodded at her entrance. Clumsier than the first, and with less preamble, this one thrust inside her hard enough to make her squeak in surprise. Just as shocking was the sharp flash of pain on her rump as he struck her rump.

Involuntarily she clenched down on him when he did so. Apparently her ‘suitor’ took it as encouragement, because he did it again, and she let out another yelp.

“Everything…oooh!...okay, darling?”

“H-he’s spanking me!” Fluttershy couldn’t believe it.

“Well…” Rarity said, looking significantly at the safety buttons.

Fluttershy considered, feeling the clumsy, hard thrusts inside her for a moment. Then the hoof struck her flank again, this time on the other side. The impact hurt, yes, but the pain was like…like the little bit of salt in a cake that makes the rest of the sweetness stand out.

Pinkie would love that metaphor.

“Green,” Fluttershy said, without hesitation. If it got to be too much she knew what to do. When the hoof fell on her right flank again, she clenched her hind muscles in appreciation.

“Very well, dear, buuuut…”

Rarity’s eyes closed, and Fluttershy watched her stiffen and tremble as she had an orgasm of her own. Of course when Rarity came it was ladylike.

There was a small voice inside her that became determined to some day make Rarity scream, and the very idea pushed Fluttershy into her third orgasm of the evening.

It would not be the last.

Fluttershy had no idea how much time had passed when the pleasure finally stopped. She was in a daze, her mouth dry from crying out, her nostrils full of the scent of sex and sweat.

Something changed, and she blinked. The light in the box was red. She blinked again, and saw Rarity’s hoof on the safety button.

Slowly she got her bearings. Nopony was inside her, though she could feel the trickle of sweat, and her own fluids, on her rump. The air behind her felt cold, while the box was stuffy.

“No…more…” Rarity panted. Weakly, Fluttershy leaned over and gave her a nuzzle. “It’s…enough.”

It was only a heartbeat latter when the doors to release them opened. Both mares collapsed, and Fluttershy barely felt her hoof restraints being removed.

“Drink” came a gentle voice. A stallion, but one she didn’t know. Something was placed in her mouth. Fluttershy looked. A straw. She drank, gratefully. Water.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Rarity, too, was being given water. A second attendant. Something warm, soft, and fluffy draped around her shoulders.

“How are you? Okay?”

“Marvelous, darling,” Rarity breathed. “Thank you for the incredible experience. But I’m going to need a long rest.”

Fluttershy nodded, too exhausted, too sated, for words. It was time to sleep.

After all, there was another experience tomorrow.