One Day at a Time

The burlap sack itched against Fluttershy’s fur and feathers. The hood did, too; it was practically just a sack itself, draped over the cruel bit and bridle that bound her muzzle. The reins attached to the bridle tugged.

“Don’t dawdle, sugarcube,” Applejack drawled, then cleared her throat. “I mean, uh, this way, anointed.”

Applejack’s ‘high priestess’ voice sounded suspiciously like that time she tried to imitate Rarity when that magazine writer showed up. Fluttershy had to suppress a giggle at the comparison, trying to stay in character.

“Acolyte, the anointed is misbehavin’. Administer correction.”

“No please you don’t—EEEEP!” Fluttershy lept in the air, her trapped wings struggling against the burlap as something swatted her across the rump. “I’ll be—EEEP!”

A second hit blazed across the other cheek, and Fluttershy danced forward.

“See that you do not lag behind again,” the ‘acolyte’ said in Twilight Sparkle’s voice. “Or you shall once again feel the burn of my lash.”

“Y-yes, acolyte,” Fluttershy said meekly. The strikes hadn’t been hard; enough to feel the burn for a moment. Enough for Fluttershy to feel a surge of adrenaline and arousal.

As she’d learned in The Box, a little pain was a nice spice to a scene.

“C-can I ask where you are taking me?”

“The anointed doesn’t need to know!” Twilight said.

“Oh, Acolyte, y’all can…er… you can relax a bit. We’re takin’ ya to the sacrificial altar, anointed.”

“S-sacrificial altar?”

“Did you really think,” Twilight chimed in, “that it was earth pony magic alone that made all our crops grow so well? The old spirits of forest and earth, of sky and cloud, respond to the most ancient of magics. Virgin sacrifice. The earth will swallow up your pegasus magic, and in turn, will feed our crops.”

Fluttershy tried not to break character. Virgin sacrifice? She hadn't been a virgin since the sleepover. Perhaps they couldn’t hear her smile, not just at that, but at Twilight’s attempts at melodrama.

“Worry not, sugarcu…uh…anointed,” Applejack said. “All will be, uh, revealed in time.”

It should have been terrifying. But something about Applejack’s tendency to lose and regain her accent, and Twilight’s melodramatic acting, reinforced the fictional nature of the scene. Fluttershy found herself both amused and excited.

The night air was slightly cool, with a soft breeze. She could hear the breeze wafting through leaves, though not the leaves of Applejack’s farm. The Everfree was probably too dangerous, and the path under her hooves felt beaten. The Whitetail Woods, most likely.

“Turn,” Twilight demanded, giving her a not-so-soft tap on the flank. Applejack also tugged at the bridle. They were moving off the path, she realized, into the woods.

“P-please don’t hurt me,” she said, staying in character. “I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“Eeyup, y’all will,” Applejack said ominously. “I mean, uh, you will.”

They walked in silence for another couple of minutes, before suddenly the crop tapped her on the rump again.

“Stop here.”

Fluttershy’s head twisted this way and that, though she couldn’t see outside the hood she wore. There weren't any sounds to indicate where they’d stopped, though she could smell the strong aroma of flowers.

“Sit, anointed,” Twilight demanded, and Fluttershy sat down. It was a meadow of some sort, and the soft grasses felt gentle on her fur.

Suddenly the hood was removed, and Fluttershy blinked, expecting light. The sun had just been setting when they’d set out from Applejack’s farm. But now, the light was dimmer, silvery. The moon was out.

They were in a meadow, she realized. A small clearing, surrounded by oaks, willows, and maples, many in the process of changing from green to orange. The grass was still green, for now. In the center of the clearing was a rough stone altar. Sitting on the altar was a burlap sack.

Fluttershy gulped, and looked at her ‘captors’.

Twilight and Applejack were both dressed in cream-colored robes that went down to their ankles. On their faces were a pair of painted wood masks; gold for Twilight, and silver for Applejack. Each one looked like a stern, nearly expressionless pony visage, and carved with primal runes. Twilight’s wings were hidden under her robe, and her mask even cleverly disguised her horn. There was a flogger in her hoof. Her hoof, Fluttershy realized with surprise.
She was playing an earth pony tonight, it seemed.
Twilight had gone to a lot of effort for this one, it seemed. Fluttershy idly wondered if there was any historical basis for the scene.

“The anointed will ascend the altar,” Twilight intoned.

“I will not,” Fluttershy said, eyeing the flogger. “You ignorant cultists won’t get my cooperation.” She worried she’d gone too far with the ‘ignorant’ line.

Twilight raised the flogger threateningly, but Applejack merely tugged on the reins while Fluttershy was focused on Twilight. It pulled her off-balance, and Applejack was able to tug her to her hooves and towards the altar.

“Up with you,” Applejack said. “Acolyte, encourage her.”

“But—” Fluttershy turned in time to see the flogger descending, wicked-looking strands lashing out just under her tail. She jumped forward, enough for Applejack to pull her onto the altar.

Once there, Applejack leaned her masked face close to Fluttershy’s.

“Look here, sugarcube,” she whispered, making no attempt at an accent. “This here tie I’m about to try is a complicated one. I’ve practiced a few times on Rare’s ponnequins, but this’ll be the first time on a live pony. So I gotta have you let me get this right, for safety reasons. And ya gotta tell me if it cuts off yer circulation, or if it’s hard to breathe. And that means ya gotta not struggle while I'm settin' ya up, ya hear? At least ‘til the rope’s on ya. Safety’s more important than the scene.”

“Okay, Applejack,” Fluttershy whispered back. Twilight was nodding behind her. Fluttershy cleared her throat, and once again assumed a terrified expression, looking back and forth between the two masked ponies. Finally, channeling her very best Rarity impression, she put her hoof to her forehead and allowed her eyes to roll back as she slumped into a false faint.

This playacting thing was silly, perhaps, but fun. She thought she heard Twilight give a suspicious chuckle under her breath.

“That works,” Applejack muttered, and proceeded to remove the loose sack that was covering Fluttershy. She kept her eyes closed as Applejack worked, letting herself feel, rather than see, the coils of rope embracing her.

Applejack started with her barrel, creating a webwork of rope that Fluttershy could feel pressing into her fur. It felt…nice. Oddly comforting. When the ropes went around her upper thighs, though, things got interesting. A pair of them, with a knot tied in the middle, went right up against her marehood. A second knot teased at her ponut. Applejack made sure to give that knot a tug, making Fluttershy gasp.

“Jus’ makin’ sure everything’s in the right spot,” Applejack whispered, sounding pleased. “Now, turn over.”

Twilight and Applejack helped her get into a new position (which, of course, ground the marehood knot into the stone altar and her cunt at the same time.

“Hooves behind ya,” Applejack said. Fluttershy complied.

It only took a second for her to realize what Applejack had done. The rope that went between her hindhooves attached to both her dock, and to her forehooves behind her back. Every time she wiggled her tail, or her hooves, the hard knots pressed into her wetness.

Even her hindhooves were not spared. Applejack tied them into a bent position, leaving her spread and vulnerable. She even attached those ropes to the devilish one teasing her.

It was a very clever tie. Every wiggle, every struggle, just teased her further. Even straining her wings against the harness seemed to stimulate her further.

“Everything tight in the right ways?” Applejack asked. “Color check?”

“Greeeeen,” Fluttershy cooed. The ropes were tight, but nothing felt tingly or painful. Applejack was behind her, but she felt somepony tap her gently on the rump.

“Very well,” Applejack said, returning to her ‘high priestess’ voice. “Acolyte, bring out the instrument of the anointed one’s doom.”

Fluttershy’s heart beat faster. She tried to turn to look behind her, but the motion ground rope into her nethers and she gasped.

“As you command, High Priestess,” Twilight said, and Fluttershy heard her trot off.

Suddenly something lifted her up, and she squeaked in fear, but it was only Applejack, lifting her and repositioning her at the edge of the altar, so her head leaned over the end.

“Your doom is unavoidable,” Applejack intoned. “But if y’all… er… if you behave yourself your doom will come hoof-in-hoof with great pleasure."

Applejack was in front of her eyes, then, and with a hoof lifted Fluttershy’s gaze. She was leaning against the altar with one hoof, meaning that Fluttershy’s gaze was filled with Applejack’s white robes.

“W-where’s the acolyte going?” Fluttershy asked in a quavering voice.

“Hush. You have a task to attend to. Pleasure me, and it will go well for you.”

With a graceful motion Applejack lifted her robe above her head, casting it aside and revealing her nakedness.

Well, near nakedness. She was wearing a pair of panties. Sky blue, with a rainbow-colored band. Applejack blinked, and blushed.

“Uh… forgot I was wearin’ those,” she said in her usual drawl. “Um. I’ll explain later. Dashie lost a bet, so I got a trophy.”

She looked embarrassed and pleased, but quickly stepped out of the panties and tossed them on top of her robes.

Then Fluttershy could see nothing but orange. Applejack had reared up onto the altar, presenting her marehood for Fluttershy. The pink, velvety lips were wet, slick, and inviting.

“You know what to do,” Applejack said, and Fluttershy leaned the short distance between herself and the prize in front of her, and started to lick.

The very notion stretched the harness, meaning that every time she leaned forward to tease at Applejack’s folds, Fluttershy was pleasuring herself as well. Both ponies moaned, and Fluttershy could feel Applejack trembling with pleasure. Her own was little more than a tease, but she still gave what she could with gusto.

“Yeah, sugarcube, right there,” Applejack gasped, rolling her hips to drive Fluttershy’s muzzle in deeper. She couldn’t see a thing, but she could feel the little twitches and trembles of pleasure she was giving to her friend.

But then, of course, she heard the hoofsteps. Heavy, solid enough to thud in the silent clearing, heard just over the sound of Applejack’s pants of pleasure.

“The instrument of your doom has arrived,” Twilight intoned.

Fluttershy paused, but something smacked her rump and she yelped. “Don’t stop, anointed,” Applejack demanded. “Well done, Acolyte. You may watch and pleasure yourself as you will.” She paused, and Fluttershy felt her turn. “Hello, great hero. You honor us.”

“Honor ye? Yah honor me!”

It was Rockhoof's voice! Fluttershy gasped again.

“I am delighted ta be invited to take place in your little play! Or rather, your sacred ceremony. Verily, to see such beauty and elegance spread out before me is a delight beyond words! Ye are a goddess of beauty, High Priestess, and your sacrifice is wrapped up in quite the pretty bow. The only question is, do ye think she can handle the ceremony?”

The entire altar jerked as two gigantic hooves reared up on the other side of Fluttershy from Applejack. Rockhoof was mounting the altar. Her heart could have pounded out of her chest. With no warning, something slapped down on her rump, just to one side of her bound tail. Something solid, and hard, and hot. Slowly it rubbed up and down next to her tail, giving her an idea of just how large he was.

Fluttershy couldn’t see, but Rockhoof felt like he was proportionate to his size. Her breath caught in her throat.

“She is a sacrifice for you, oh god of fertility,” Applejack said. It was even harder to keep up the accent as Fluttershy pleasured her with her tongue. “She’d better handle it.”

“You’re…” Fluttershy asked between licks, “...not sacrificing me?”

“No, just your virginity,” Applejack said in her ‘High Priestess’ voice. “Your fluids will anoint our fields with pegasus magic, ensuring healthy, fertile crops.”

“Aye, tis a tradition going back generations, though I hope she can handle me. If she can, it would be quite a heroic accomplishment,” Rockhoof laughed proudly. “Tis nae a boast to say that many a mare and stallion have been brought low by my breaker.”

Oh, Celestia above he was huge. And he kept sliding it along her rump… Fluttershy was sure the rope was soaked.

“But what’s this? My way in appears ta be blocked!”

“Just…unf…push the rope aside,” Applejack said.

“A moment, if ye would,” Rockhoof rumbled, and Fluttershy felt Applejack lift off of her muzzle.

Fluttershy blinked, and Rockhoof was right there, his face near hers. He was mounting her from behind, his massive cock resting on her rump. His weight on her back was comforting, in an indescribable sort of way.

“Applejack filled me in on all the details of yer story, lass. Ye are a brave one, and adventurous.” He chuckled. “But I’m new to these play-acts and games, so I want to make sure I get this bit right. Ye…ye’re sure ye want…”

Fluttershy moaned and thrust her rump up to grind against his length. She could feel his testicles resting against her marehood. “Yes, Rockhoof. Fill me up.”

She meant it.

“If y’all hilt in her, sugarcube, I’ll kiss you while you take your pleasure, hero,” Applejack said. “And you, I want your lips on my cunt when you scream,” she said to Fluttershy.

“Very well. Ye’ve been warned. I’ll be listening for those safe words, young lass.”

Rockhoof reared back, pulling the rope aside lining up his cock with her entrance. It had the side effect of pushing the rope deeper into her ponut. She could feel him prodding at her. Oh, heavens above, he was nearly as big around as her hoof.

But then she couldn’t see any longer, as Applejack was back. She was even more drenched than before, her sweet nectar dripping down muscular thighs.

“Deep breath lass, and relax,” Rockhoof warned. There was pressure, pushing her forward. Fluttershy felt her wetness squelching around his cock. And then, with a little more push, it popped inside.

Fluttershy saw stars.

Somepony was howling.

She was howling, right into Applejack’s marehood. Applejack was spasming and twitching above her. She had climaxed, Fluttershy realized. Climaxed at the feeling of Fluttershy’s scream in her cunt.

It was so hot that she almost came herself.

“All this fuss, lass, and I’m barely an inch in,” Rockhoof said, sounding amused. “Wait until ye take my ring, and we’ll see what songs ye sing then.”

His pressure was gentle, but relentless. He pressed inside her, inch after inch, and Fluttershy thrashed and twisted in her bonds.

When his ring bumped up against her clit, she came, screaming again into Applejack’s cunt. But he wasn’t even done yet.

“I’m…working for that kiss,” he said, sounding amused, as Fluttershy panted beneath him. “Get ready, as I’m feeling impatient.”

The pressure increased. Fluttershy had never been this full. She was stretched out, more than anypony who’d used her in The Box, more than any toy she had hidden under her bed at home. She squirmed helplessly, but when her lips left Applejack’s clit, she felt a sharp sting on her rump.

“Don’t lapse…unf…in your duty, anointed,” Applejack breathed. She returned to licking, suckling on the nub of Applejack’s pleasure button with her lips. It was hard to focus when she was being split in half by Rockhoof’s monster.

Still, Fluttershy persevered, even as inch after inch filled her cunt. Finally, Rockhoof let out a grunt, and Fluttershy realized she could feel his hips firmly against her own; he was fully inside her.

Applejack’s own moans became muffled, and Fluttershy glanced up. She and Rockhoof were sloppily making out just above her. She held back a small giggle. It was cute, and hot.

But then…emptiness. Rockhoof was pulling out. The friction was lovely, but the feeling of vacancy… She couldn’t help but let out a whimper.

“Don’t ye worry, lass,” Rockhoof rasped, and then thrust back in. There was no gradual build-up this time, no warning, just a smooth, fast thrust into her wetness that left her muzzle gaping and her nerves on fire with pleasure.

“Show no mercy, hero,” Applejack whispered. “Plow her fields until she screams.”

“As ye command, High Priestess,” Rockhoof said, and thrust hard.

Fluttershy had made love before. She’d had sex. But she’d never been fucked. Not like this. Rockhoof’s cock hammered into her, over and over, and every single squirm or wiggle only reminded her of the ropes that kept her bound and even more stimulated. She came again, crying her pleasure into the night sky. Her muzzle was a mess of Applejack’s own cum, and she could barely lick any longer. Applejack was practically humping her face at this point while her tongue danced with Rockhoof’s.

Even Twilight was enjoying herself, Fluttershy realized, glancing over to see Twilight laying back on the soft grass, frantically rubbing herself with her hoof.

Twilight’s hoof was drenched and dripping.

But Fluttershy couldn’t focus on Twilight for long; Rockhoof’s cock made it impossible to focus on anything for long. He sawed in and out of her with frantic intensity that left her breathless and panting. It was no longer possible to hold still; she thrashed and writhed in her bonds, pleasure pumping through her veins and charging up and down her spine.

She climaxed, one wave of pleasure rolling over the next as the massive stallion fucked her into a puddle of ecstasy. Every thought in her mind was gone, except for the molten hot steel pounding again and again into her cunt. Every thrust filled her beyond what she thought possible. Every retreat left a void inside that screamed to be filled again.

The entire clearing was full of the music of their passion, grunts and moans, squeals of delight and gasps of sudden pleasure. Fluttershy lost track of time.

It was only when things changed that she snapped out of her lustful daze. Rockhoof’s motions were becoming erratic; the rhythm was broken.

“Lass,” he whispered to her warningly. “I’m nearing my…”

She had no words to use, so she clenched down on him tightly. Rockhoof grunted, and suddenly she could feel him flare and pulse inside her. Hot liquid flushed inside her depths, and the sensation of being stuffed full, more full than she’d ever been before, pushed her over the peak again.

They climaxed together, and Fluttershy couldn’t tell if the fluid now soaking her hindquarters was her own marecum, or Rockhoof’s foal batter. She felt it dripping down her bound legs.

In the silence that followed, she could hear all four of them panting. Even Twilight was out of breath. Finally, it was Rockhoof who broke the silence, with a low, satisfied chuckle that Fluttershy felt rumbling through his whole body.

“Ho my… you lassies do know how to have a good time. What an adventure! Is everypony okay?”

“Eeyup,” Applejack said with a low chuckle of her own, and Twilight gave a weak “Yes, just fine.”

Fluttershy could only groan in satisfied bliss.

Twilight was the expert at forethought and pre-planning. As soon as Rockhoof had pulled out of Fluttershy and they’d untied her, all four had wanted to just curl up and snooze for a bit. Of course Twilight had remembered to bring towels to assist with the clean up, sleeping bags, blankets, and even thermoses of hot cocoa.

“Rockhoof was the inspiration for the whole scenario,” Twilight explained when the four of them were cuddled up on a pile of blankets and pillows, smelling of sex and sweat.

“Aye. And who woulda thought such a silly misunderstanding could lead to such a story?” Rockhoof said with a laugh. Fluttershy eyed him curiously.

“About a hundred years ago,” Twilight explained, answering her unvoiced question, “archivists and archeologists working on ancient earth pony anthropology discovered records, drawings, and other evidence that Rockhoof and his contemporaries may have sacrificed pegasus virgins in some kind of ritual to ensure crop growths.”

“O’ course, anypony who really knew us would know twas a big batch of lies,” Rockhoof scowled. “Harm another pony? Nae a one of us had it in us! The Mighty Helm was there to protect, not harm. Why, I can’t think I ever once used my shovel to strike another!”

“Right,” Twilight said ruefully. “But we didn’t know that. And the records were… well… mistranslated.”

“Aye,” Rockhoof chuckled. Fluttershy, who was partially sprawled on top of his rock-hard, muscled form, felt it through her whole body and couldn’t help but coo a little. “There was a ritual. More of a superstition, really. We didn’t sacrifice a virgin pegasus… we sacrificed a pegasus’ virginity. An old mare’s tale, really, but we thought that if a pegasus were deflowered on our earthen soil where our crops grow, that their magic would bless the crops. So sometimes, some of the more curious and adventurous of your kind would fly down from their cloud homes. Of course, we were more than happy to ‘sacrifice’ whomever wanted ta be.” He laughed again. “Nary pegasus flew away unsatisfied, mare or stallion.”

“Mmm,” Fluttershy sighed. “I know I’m not unsatisfied." She could still feel his cum slicking her thighs. "That was amazing.”

“We never used the ropes, though,” Rockhoof said, musing. “I didn’t learn about that kind of game until years later, from my friend Flash Magnus. A little odd maybe, but it does add a nice spice. I should very much like to try it sometime.”

“Y’all… wanna be tied up?” Applejack asked, sounding a little surprised.

“Aye! If the sounds little Fluttershy was making tonight were any indication, it sounded like a grand experience indeed!”

Fluttershy went pink, and the sudden silence that followed was only broken by Twilight and Applejack’s laughter.