One Day at a Time

“You’ve put me in quite the pickle, Fluttershy,” Pinkie yelled behind her shoulder as the two of them careened down the slide into her secret party bunker. “Well, not a pickle exactly, because a pickle is a sour salty problem, and this is more of a sweet sexy problem. So like you’ve put me into an orgy on top of an ice cream sundae! Which may sound nice but is actually more chilly and logistically complicated than you might…AAACK!”

Fluttershy wondered what made Pinkie stop talking and scream, when the slide ended abruptly and Fluttershy spilled roughly on top of Pinkie’s own prone form, her face firmly buried in a cotton-candy scented poof of a tail.

“You know,” Pinkie said, swishing her tail about so it tickled Fluttershy’s nose. “Considering the context, if you wanted to stick around back there we could find something fun to do.”

Fluttershy gave a little laugh, rising off her sprawled friend with a flap of her wings. “Maybe later. Did…you make your slide longer?”

“Silly Fluttershy. The slide exists within a finite space that only contains so much matter. I can’t break reality just because I want to add a few more loopies and twisties and spinnies to my secret bunker slide.”

“But…”

“That’s why I had Discord help me out.”

That made more sense.

“So it is longer,” Fluttershy giggled, holding out a hoof to help Pinkie up. “I thought so.”

PInkie laughed too. “C’mon. Lemme tell you about the pickle.”

Fluttershy followed as Pinkie led through the piles of party supplies, filing cabinets, and crates of candy towards the back corner of her secret party bunker.

“This is where I keep my adult party stuff,” she said. “I don’t use it often, but a party’s still a party, even if it’s sexy and adult, too. After all, baking and orgies are a lot alike; best case scenario, both end with tons of cream filling inside the pie!”

Fluttershy considered the mental images this brought up, and decided she liked them.

“So we’re here for supplies?”

“No, we’re here for your pickle,” Pinkie said. “Today’s kink involves body writing, correct? A game that usually involved objectification. Mean words. Shaming. But you also have a hard boundary against name calling. So it kinda makes this difficult.”

“S-sorry,” Fluttershy’s ears drooped.

“Don’t you dare!” Pinkie spun and pinned Fluttershy with a look so harsh she thought that perhaps Pinkie had learned the Stare. “Your boundaries are important, and you never need to feel guilty about keeping them. And I’m always up to making a complicated party work out, okay?”

“B-but…”

“Yeah, it made things complicated but Twilight and I figured it out. You’ll get to have your objectification and body writing kink session, and we’ll keep your boundaries safe and sound.”

“How?”

“Twilight and I are gonna have a picnic,” Pinkie said, beaming.

They rounded another corner, this one stacks of pinups of various Wonderbolts. Fluttershy gaped for a second, before shaking her head and moving on. “A picnic?”

“Yup!” Pinkie cheered. “Indoors, because we don’t want innocent eyes to see what we’re doing.”

She’d stopped at a table. It wasn’t a picnic table, it was padded, and had restraints at the top and the bottom. For hooves, Fluttershy realized, so that the pony on top could be bound spread eagle.

“Ta da!” Pinkie sang, holding up what looked like a package of large markers. “The cornerstone of my plan. The lynch pin. The primary gear! The…”

“What is it?”

“Edible ink!” Pinkie cheered, popping off the lid and thrusting it in Fluttershy’s mouth. “Taste!”

It tasted like chocolate.

“So…”

“So I’m gonna strap you down to the table, and cover your entire body with all sorts of decorations and nice phrases in edible ink. And some other desserts. And then me and Twi are gonna clean ya up with our tongues!”

Fluttershy’s tail flagged straight up. Pinkie giggled. “Like the idea?”

“Mmhmm,” Fluttershy hummed, already tingling with excitement.

“Well, then, mount up and we’ll get you ready,” Pinkie said. “Do you want the gag on before or after I start…decorating you?”

A week ago Fluttershy would have turned down the gag altogether. But after watching Rarity and Flash, and remembering the absolutely cunt-drenching noises Rarity made while gagged, Fluttershy didn’t hesitate. “Before,” she said, approaching the padded table. “How should I…”

“On your back, limbs spread. Wings too. Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle. Blindfold?”

She thought about Twilight from yesterday, and nearly said yes. “Not…yet. Please.”

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie said, while Futtershy climbed up on the table. She positioned herself as Pinkie had instructed, on her back with her wings spread.

Pinkie waited as Fluttershy shifted around, getting comfortable. There was a gag in her hoof; a pink ball, much like the one Rarity had worn a few days ago. Smaller, though.

"Open up!" Pinkie cheered, and with little warning stuffed the gag in Fluttershy's mouth. It tasted of rubber, and she worked it with her tongue while Pinkie did up the straps behind her head. Pinkie paused. “Comfy?”

Fluttershy’s lips were spread around the gag, and her teeth frozen open. She tried to talk. “Eth.” Then nodded instead.

“Great!” Pinkie said. “Now hold still while I get the rest of you strapped down!”

Pinkie worked slowly, and Fluttershy thought it was probably so she could savor the time. Each hoof was strapped down to the table, one at a time. Fluttershy tested the straps; they were padded and comfortable, but tight enough that she could barely wiggle.

“Did you know,” Pinkie said, “that there are stallions and mares that train to be tables, like this? They don’t have to be tied down, but they have practice holding still. I think you’re going to wiggle.”

It was quite likely.

A pair of straps went over her spread wings, too, but these were even more gentle.

It was the first time she’d been this bound. In the Box, she’d been able to move her front half. Now, she could do nothing but wiggle, and even that not by much.

“Color check, Fluttershy,” Pinkie said as she tightened the last wing strap.

“Geen,” Fluttershy managed, her tongue stuck by the gag. Pinkie nodded, and leaned in close so that they were nose to nose.

“You look so delightful like this,” Pinkie whispered. “I could just eat you right up. And maybe I will, later,” she giggled. “But the point of tonight is objectification. So any last words before I start ignoring you and treating you like a table?”

“Kiff ee,” Fluttershy said, a sudden impulse, and Pinkie’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. With another little giggle Pinkie leaned down and nuzzled her, cheek to cheek, before planting a long, deep kiss right on Fluttershy’s gag.

“Done. Now, to decorate my table for my picnic with Twi.”

She lifted up the markers, the edible ink, and waved them in front of Fluttershy’s eyes. “Where to start, where to start…oh!”

She popped the lid off the dark brown one, and Fluttershy could smell chocolate. With her tongue stuck out in a foalish look of concentration, Pinkie leaned down and started to write, right on Fluttershy’s cheek. “G-O-O-D,” Pinkie spelled out, “K-I-S-S-E-R.” Then drew a looping arrow right at the end of her muzzle.

Fluttershy’s giggle was muffled by the gag.

Next she popped open the red marker. It smelled like strawberries, and Pinkie proceeded to draw something on Fluttershy’s chest.

“Hmm?” Fluttershy tried to ask, tried to twist to get a look, but Pinkie merely clucked her tongue and held her more firmly in place.

The green marker was next, and its lime scent. She wrote words all up and down Fluttershy’s right hoof, going all the way to where her leg met her barrel.

The soft tip of the marker tickled, and Fluttershy spasmed.

“Ohoho,” Pinkie said slyly, lifting the marker for just a moment…before diving back in again.

She was merciless, and Fluttershy was quickly giggling and laughing uncontrollably. It wasn’t even errant scribbling, either; she could tell that Pinkie was still writing and drawing, even though she couldn’t tell what.

Then she had the blueberry marker, and Pinkie began at her left forehoof. Only this time, the marker danced and scrawled down the limb, until it reached the sensitive frog of Fluttershy’s hoof.

Slowly Pinkie drew something there, while Fluttershy jerked and gasped. It tickled so much, and she could do nothing.

Celestia above, it was maddening, and yet…she was getting wet from all this.

Pinkie seemed to not notice, making sure to give torturous attention to each limb. When she finished, though, moving to Fluttershy’s stomach, she cooed.

“Somepony’s getting worked up,” Pinkie said softly, leaning in close to the nexus between Fluttershy’s hind hooves. She was holding a purple marker, its tip poised just above Fluttershy’s cunt lips. “Who would have guessed?”

Fluttershy was breathing hard and fast through her nostrils. She could feel drool dribbling down her cheeks; the gag couldn’t stop it. Pinkie hesitated there, waiting for something, a twinkle in her eyes. The marker started to descend…

“Sorry I’m late!”

Twilights’ voice made Fluttershy jump.

“The mayor needed my help figuring out a schedule for the Running of the Leaves festival next month, and had to ask about Nightmare Night plans at the same time, and then she just kept talking. I didn’t want to be rude, what was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry, Mayor, I need to be off to go play some sex games with Pinkie!’”

Fluttershy watched her come around the corner of filing cabinets. She was dressed in a Rarity-original sun-dress, white and yellow. Fluttershy quite liked the way it emphasized Twilight’s legs.

Not that she could say so at the moment.

“You’re not late,” Pinkie said brightly. “You’re actually early. I’m still setting up the picnic table. See?”

“Oh!” Twilight’s eyes drifted over Fluttershy with obvious desire, something that made Fluttershy’s cheeks burn and some…other parts of her heat up as well. “Oh!” she repeated with a small giggle as her eyes trailed over some of the words and drawings that Pinkie had already left. “Can I add some?”

“Oh yes,” Pinkie nodded brightly. “But do be careful. The table gets really wiggly if you hit certain spots.”

“Which ones?” Twilight asked, too casually. Fluttershy’s breath caught nervously.

“Hmm. Try the frog of her hind hooves,” Pinkie said. “Tell ya what, we can get both at the same time.”

Fluttershy subconsciously tried to jerk her hooves away from their bonds, but they held fast. Both mares were grinning wickedly as they approached, and Twilight took up the red marker in her magic.

“Got what you’re gonna draw? Okay. On three. One…” Pinkie said, the blue marker in her own hoof.

“Two…” Twilight’s voice was teasing.

“Three!” they both shouted at the same time, and dove for her hooves. Fluttershy howled and squirmed, drool spraying from her muzzle as she tossed her head back and forth. The markers were relentless and merciless, and no amount of struggling could stop the ticklish onslaught.

“That is…” Twilight grunted, “...a very reactive table you found here, Pinkie. Very nice.”

“It’s my new favorite! Just a few more decorations, though…”

She went back to Fluttershy’s stomach, and Twilight joined her there. Together, they left a few more drawings.

“Oh! I messed up,” Twilight said in dismay.

“Don’t worry, it’s erasable!” Pinkie said cheerfully. “See, lemme show you!”

And she leaned down to where she’d been drawing, Fluttershy’s upper thigh, and dragged her tongue up until it reached just to the edge of Fluttershy’s vulva, leaving her panting and moaning into her gag, thrusting her hips forward.

“Ore!” she begged, when Pinkie stopped. But Pinkie ignored her.

“See? Erasable!” Pinkie said, and Twilight chuckled.

“Easy,” Twilight said, leaning down to ‘erase’ her own mistake. Twilight’s own tongue danced over the fur of Fluttershy’s stomach, before darting down to slide wetly over one of her teats.

“Ore! Flease!” she begged again.

But the two went back to drawing.

It was maddening.

It went on forever. Fluttershy was sure her body was a mass of ink, at this point.

“She can’t see it, can she?” Twilight said, and Pinkie shook her head with a grin. “Should we be merciful, a little? Before the picnic?”

“Hmmm…” Pinkie mused, a hoof tapping her chin. “Okay!”

Twilight’s horn glowed, and a mirror appeared in the air above her. Fluttershy gasped.

Words and drawings were everywhere. ‘Good Kisser’ on her drool-soaked cheek. ‘Sexy’ on one thigh. ‘Juicy’ on the other. On her stomach, three different horse cocks, all pointed towards her cunt, leaking cum. On her chest, a picture of Fluttershy’s face, eyes rolled back, tongue sticking out, her expression a painting of sex-drunk pleasure.

Other words. ‘Horny’. ‘Good Sub’. ‘Tie Me Up’. ‘Fucked Silly’.

Other pictures. Dildoes. Cum splashes. Hoof cuffs.

All strictly within her boundaries, of course. Humiliating, yes. Sexy, very much so. Never cruel.

Fluttershy found herself breathing hard.

Then as fast as it came, the mirror disappeared.

“Well, time for lunch!” Pinkie cheered. “Hmm…not exactly the best setting for a picnic. Twilight, do you mind a little…change of venue?”

Fluttershy’s eyes went wide. Twilight gave another wicked grin, and her horn filled the room with light. Fluttershy clenched her eyes shut at the sudden brightness, and when she opened them…

…they were in the middle of Ponyville.

“Just an illusion,” Twilight whispered. She must have seen something in Fluttershy’s expression. Too much, too fast, if it was real. “An illusion, I promise. Color check?”

“Iwusiom?” Fluttershy asked, and Twilight nodded, her expression drooping. Pinkie looked on, concerned. “Geen, vem. Geen.”

It took a moment, but the two mares relaxed. “Just trying to set the scene, is all. Nopony you see here, besides us, is real,” Twilight explained.

But still, that didn’t help the exposed feeling Fluttershy felt as she looked around. The illusion was thorough. She could feel the sun on her fur. The slight breeze, and the cold sensation as said breeze wafted over her drenched marehood.

There were illusory ponies, too, but none of them approached, or seemed to notice. It seemed there were limits to what Twilight could do. Still, the sensation that she could be so exposed, so humiliated, among a crowd of ponies all ignoring her…

It was a nice added touch.

“Well!” Pinkie said, as if the interruption hadn’t happened. “Let’s eat!”

She had a picnic basket, and she set it up on the table next to Fluttershy, and began to lift things out, resting them on Fluttershy.

A half-dozen glazed donuts on her barrel, their gooey frosting seeping into her fur.

Chocolate covered strawberries, resting on her gently rising and falling stomach.

Sliced apples and baby carrots, gently piled on her wings.

A few cucumber sandwiches, laid out on her hindhooves.

And of course a pair of cupcakes, resting on her spread forehooves.

“Pinkie, this looks amazing. A picnic is just what I needed, this week has been busy so far.”

“I know!” Pinkie said, as she reached for one of the sandwiches. “You’ve been doing a lot of ground work helping Fluttershy set up her little vacation. How’s that going?”

Fluttershy gaped. They were both ignoring her, speaking as if she wasn’t there. She wiggled a little, but felt some of the food about to fall over.

“Really well, I hope,” Twilight said, picking up a strawberry and biting in. “I played with her yesterday, and I know she and Rarity had fun in Manehatten. Haven’t had much of a chance to catch up with Rainbow or Applejack, though.”

“Those two?” Pinkie giggled, taking a bite of her sandwich. “They’ve… um, been inspired by Fluttershy. All of us have, but those two most of all, I think. AJ told me they’d started playing a little on their own. Mostly ropes.”

Fluttershy tried to smile. It was really awkward with the gag.

“I think that’s just what she would have hoped for,” Twilight said, picking up one of the baby carrots. “Hmm. No dipping sauce?”

“Oh I brought a new flavor,” Pinkie said slyly. “Very unique.”

And she picked up a carrot of her own and, without warning, drug it alongside Fluttershy’s soaked lower lips, finally teasing the nub of her clit, before lifting the carrot to her lips and licking the end. She made a show of it, moaning theatrically as she worshiped the tip of the carrot with her tongue. “Yum.”

Fluttershy panted. Her arousal was mounting, and all the teasing wasn’t helping.

Twilight laughed, dipped her own carrot in the ‘sauce’. Instead of teasing at the lips, however, she dipped it in an inch or two. “Oh yes, very unique.”

She made sure Fluttershy was watching as she put on her own little show.

The lunch continued, with the two of them wavering back and forth between completely ignoring Fluttershy, to casually teasing her.

As the food started to run out Fluttershy could barely keep still enough to keep what was left from falling off her barrel and stomach. She was panting hard, squirming uncontrollably.

She barely made it through the rest of the lunch. By the time Pinkie polished off the last cupcake she was trembling with need.

“Pinkie, that was amazing. Thank you so much for a lovely time,” Twilight said. “It was just the relaxation I needed after a long meeting with the mayor. Do you… need help cleaning up?”

“I was hoping you’d ask. There’s crumbs everywhere!” Pinkie said cheerfully, then met Fluttershy’s eyes. “And ink to clean up.”

Fluttershy’s heart pounded with anticipation and dread.

Celestia above, had she ever been this wet before?

“Let’s get started, then. Best way to clean up?”

“It’s edible ink, silly Twi. The best way is to eat it up.”

Perhaps there had been some unspoken communication between the two of them, or perhaps they were simply feeling merciful, but the clean-up was less like the tickling of before, and more like a gentle massage. Fluttershy was moaning before they got done with her forehooves.

They moved on to her face, bathing it with kisses, and Fluttershy did her best to respond. They massaged the frogs of her hooves, and tickled her stomach.

The entire room was thick with the scent of sexual need, and Fluttershy realized it wasn’t only coming from her. As the two mares bathed her with their tongues, and ran their hooves through her mane and fur, she could see their flagged, swishing tails. Pinkie was rubbing her thighs together, even.

They saved the best for last, leaving the ink on Fluttershy’s stomach and inner thighs. Twilight took her stomach, while Pinkie crouched down between her hind hooves. Every stroke of the tongue left Fluttershy shivering and lurching in her bonds.

But just as they were about to get to the middle…

“There! All clean!” Pinkie cheered, and sat up. Twilight rose too, grinning.

Fluttershy howled, thrusting her hips forward as much as they would go. Her wings strained in their bonds.

“Hmm. Not quite, Pinkie. It looks like your special sauce has spilled. It’s all over your wiggly table. It’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”

“Mmhmm! MMHMM!” Fluttershy nodded frantically. “Fleaaaase! Lebbe cub! FLEASE!”

They pretended to ignore her, but Pinkie was holding back laughter.

“If you think so, Twilight. Together?”

“Maybe…on three?” Twilight said coyly.

“One…” Pinkie said, leaning back down.

“Two…” Twilight said, moving between Fluttershy’s legs.

“THREE!” they cried together, and dived in with their tongues.

There was no teasing. No subtlety. Just a tidal wave of overwhelming pleasure. It felt like a thousand tongues attacking Fluttershy’s clit, a thousand lips kissing and suckling, a thousand hooves rubbing and caressing her teats. She screamed her pleasure into the gag, her arching back making their task all the easier.

Fluttershy came.

And came.

And came, one orgasm crashing into each other as Pinkie and Twilight relentlessly dragged climax after climax out of the bound mare. Fluttershy lost herself in the pleasure, her eyes unfocused and dazed, her face drenched in sweat and drool. Each breath ended in a squeak of pleasure, when she wasn’t screaming in ecstasy.

It felt like days later when the two of them relented, rising, with broad grins on their faces, their muzzles glazed with Fluttershy’s cum. The illusion was gone; they were once again in Pinkie’s secret party bunker.

“So…” Pinkie said. “What do you think?” Twilight rolled her eyes and, using her magic, removed the gag. “What was your favorite part? The tickling? The food play? The objectification? Or maybe it was cumming your brains out?”

“How about…” Fluttershy panted, working her jaw. “All of…the above? Can I…um, have a drink of water? And are there… any sandwiches left?”

“Silly Fluttershy,” Pinkie said, while Twilight undid Fluttershy’s bonds. Once her forehooves were free, Twilight lifted a water bottle into her hooves, which she drank gratefully. “Of course there are!” From her own mane, Pinkie pulled a brown paper sack tied with a pink-and-yellow striped bow.

“Now, after all the fun you gave us, you just lay back,” Pinkie said. “You deserve a little pampering.”

Normally she might protest, but Fluttershy’s limbs did feel like limp noodles, and her throat felt raw from her screams. She nodded gratefully, resting back, only to discover that Twilight had levitated a pillow there from somewhere.

“You think those’ll be some games you want to revisit in the future?” Twilight asked slyly, as though she already knew the answer. Pinkie moved up alongside her to feed her by hoof.

“Very much yes,” Fluttershy said, and the three of them laughed, settling back to relax and recover. “I can barely even think right now. Please tell me tomorrow’s kink is something relaxing.”