One Day at a Time

by Lug13

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Fluttershy, Sex, Anthology, Main 6, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish
Length: 43296

Fluttershy discovers Kinktober, and decides to give it a shot, all in a harebrained attempt to form an impractical polycule.

A few months back, Twilight and her friends made a drunken mistake at a big sleepover.

Only, in Fluttershy's mind, it wasn't a mistake, it was a window into possibility. Half-remembered lustful memories of a single passionate night refuse to leave her mind. So she is determined to bring them all together again in one big, happy, polyamorous orgy.

Only...she has never been the best at reaching out for what she wanted, romantically or sexually. And how can she please each of her friends, if she is so sexually inexperienced and inhibited?

It's time for a little exposure therapy.

(There are several Kinktober lists floating around. This anthology uses the one written by pyperhaylie's Kinktober Official on twitter. Each chapter will feature a new kink. Expect BDSM, bondage, multiple pairings between the Mane 6 and others, voyeurism, orgasm denial, outfits, food play, tickling, consentacles, aftercare, hoof-holding, and copious amounts of porn logic, all in the context of safe, sane, and fully consensual fetish play. And on a personal note, I have little experience writing clop, so if it's awful I apologize.)

Published 2023-10-02 00:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-10-13 06:15:04 UTC

1- Competition/Pressure

“So,” Rainbow said, eyeing the palace room’s setup from where she hovered. “It’s a race?”

“An endurance test, to be exact,” Twilight said, not looking up from the small remote she was holding in her hooves. “But instead of seeing who finishes first—”

“We’re seeing who finishes last,” Rainbow finished with a chuckle. “Yeah, I get it. Okay. And these are…”

“It’s called a sybian,” Fluttershy explained, and Twilight shot her a look. Twilight had been about to launch into some longer explanation, but Fluttershy was feeling impatient.

Parts of her were feeling impatient.

“It’s a sex toy, Rainbow. You spread your legs and sit in the… the saddle. And then it vibrates. Against your, um.”

“Oho,” Rainbow said, peering a little closer at the toys. Her hover was a little erratic, perhaps from the difficulty she was having keeping her wingbeats steady. Fear? Or anticipation?

“A sybian,” Twilight began, her tone taking on the lecturing cadence that had Fluttershy hiding a smile behind a hoof, “is often at the center of BDSM games, restraining the submissive and then subjecting them to all sorts of pleasurable torment. Or it is popular for solo use. These models are top-of-the-line, and can come with all sorts of attachments.”

“Attachments?” Rainbow’s eyes darted to Twilight’s, then back to the toys.

“Yes,” Twilight continued, her own amusement curling her lips up in a smile at the curiosity and eagerness evident in Rainbow’s expression. “Mimicking many different species. Pony, minotaur, dragon, zebra. Even kirin.”

“Wait, kirin dicks are—”

Fluttershy cleared her throat, and both of them flushed red.

“We’re getting off topic,” Twilight admitted in a sheepish tone. “Regardless, today’s challenge won’t be using any attachments.” Rainbow’s expression actually fell, drooping with her ears and tail. It was enough for Fluttershy to giggle, and Rainbow shot her a look.

“I want to focus on one thing at a time,” Fluttershy explained. “And today’s kink is competition.”

“Right, you said that when you invited me…” Rainbow said, sounding rather distracted, her eyes unfocused. Fluttershy watched her closely, watched the way her tail twitched, her hooves wiggled, and watched the way she kept glancing between the sybians. “Okay. So what’s the stakes?”

“Stakes?” Fluttershy asked. “No, this is just a friendly competition. There doesn’t need to be—”

“Nothing drastic. Just…keeping with the theme.” Suddenly a wicked grin replaced the slightly dazed look on her face. “A little bet. If I win, both of you gotta… gotta dress up for me.”

“Me?” Twilight reared back. “I’m just the referee here.”

“So you’re just gonna sit there and clop off while Fluttershy and I have fun?” Rainbow snorted. “Nah. You can play too.”

“As a prize?”

“Why not? And if Fluttershy wins,” the overconfidence in her tone suggested the impossibility of that, “we both dress up for her.”

Twilight opened her mouth, then closed it again. She didn’t seem to have a good answer for that.

“I’d be okay with that,” Fluttershy said softly. “But only if you are.”

Twilight considered. “What kind of dressing up?”

“A costume. Something I’m gonna pick,” Rainbow said subtly, as she finally landed right next to one of the sybians. “And you gotta wear it for… an entire evening. Both of you.” Her eyes were already alight with imagination.

“And if I win, you both wear a costume of my choice?” Fluttershy said. Rainbow snorted.

“Yeah, if you win.”

“And I lose either way,” Twilight muttered.

“Very well. As long as there’ll be cuddles too, I’m okay with it.” She watched Twilight. “Are you?”

At the prospect of cuddles, Twilight’s objections seemed to die in a speculative hum. Finally she nodded.

“Okay then! Fire up the sex machines!” Rainbow crowed, springing into the air and spreading her hindhooves. Slightly more carefully she lowered herself onto the sybian’s saddle with a hum of her own.

“Just a moment,” Twilight warned. “Since your wings won’t be tied and you won’t be restrained, I’ve cast a spell on both of the toys. You have to maintain constant pressure from your hips and your vulva, or else the spell triggers and you forfeit.”

Rainbow gulps. “That means—”

“Yes. A loss.” She tapped her hoof on the remote she was holding. “Mount up, Fluttershy. We’re ready to start.”

Fluttershy lifted herself onto the sybian, wings fluttering to position herself gently with the toy between her hind hooves. The saddle had a gentle ridge in the middle, soft, semi-flexible plastic rubbing up against her marehood. She felt the slickness against the toy; the anticipation, combined with Rainbow’s twist, had left her warm and excited. Unconsciously her tail lashed through the air.

“Rest your whole weight down. If either of you lift up, there will first be a warning tone, like so,” Twilight said, her horn glowing for a moment. The room filled with a soft ding, like a small bell. “If you don’t return your weight to the toy within three seconds, it will count as a loss. Otherwise, the first one to cum loses. Ready?”

“R-ready,” Rainbow grunted, settling herself on the sybian. She was clearly resisting the urge to grind.

Fluttershy understood perfectly, her own nethers hot with need. She had to clench her thighs against the saddle to not grind herself. “Ready,” she whispered.

“Well then on three. One…” Twilight said, then smirked and hit a button on the remote.

Both mares let out a squeak as the toys buzzed to life. Fluttershy’s every nerve lit up with pleasure and her wings flared out. Belatedly she reminded herself not to lift off the sybian. She did fall forward, resting her forehooves on the front of the sybian. A moan slipped out of her slacked jaw.

“W-woah,” Rainbow breathed, her own wings twitching. She tried to sit upright, but after a few seconds she leaned forward and rested her own forehooves on the sybian, just like Fluttershy. “Woah! Th-that’s…that’s wow.”

Fluttershy giggled at her inarticulate friend, but the sensation of the toy buzzing against her made it hard to think. The sensation filled her mind, sweeping away each thought before she could articulate it.

Her hips moved before she could stop herself, and she let out a loud sigh as her clit rubbed against the soft plastic. Every nerve was on fire, and the heat, the need, in her marehood only blazed hotter.

“Heh,” Rainbow managed. “Gonna win this s-so fast.” Her own hips twitched, and Fluttershy watched, entranced, as Rainbow’s tail lashed back and forth. “Can’t even h-h-ha help yourself, can you?” She moved herself, her own hips sliding a little. Rainbow was grinding herself.

“Oh? A-and you can?” Fluttershy shot back. She wasn’t that good at trash talk, she knew. “Y-you’re struggling j-just as much as I am.”

She had to find a way to distract herself, to hold off. Fluttershy could feel herself building to a climax. Every single wiggle, every breath, and every twitch rubbed her soaked cunt against the sybian. And every single rub sent a pulse of delightful friction up her spine.

If it kept up, Rainbow would be right. She’d win in a heartbeat.

She tried to focus her gaze, looking up at Twilight. That perhaps was a mistake.

In her current mood, Fluttershy saw Twilight through a haze of her lust. Twilight’s lips were parted, and every so often her tongue snuck out to wet them. She was sitting on her haunches and leaning back, with one hoof on the remote, and a second resting on her stomach… or perhaps hovering. Her pose meant Fluttershy could see Twilight’s own marehood; the fur around it glistening and wet. As she stared, it winked, and Twilight visibly shivered.

Fluttershy’s mouth went dry, and her breath started to come in little squeaking pants. Subconsciously, trying to relieve herself of the pressure that was swiftly careening her towards a loss, she fluttered her wings…only to hear the solid ‘ding’ of Twilight’s spell.

Rainbow’s eyes shot open, and her flushed face split in a grin. Fluttershy quickly furled her wings, but the motion ground her even more solidly against the buzzing sybian. A long, low moan slipped out of her lips, and Rainbow laughed.

“A-any second now. I c-can’t wait. Maid uniforms for both of you. W-with no panties. Wait! Cutout panties. Red lace.”

Rainbow groaned, and suddenly Fluttershy saw her path to victory.

“R-red lace?” she asked, desperately trying not to think about the images created. “S-sounds like something you’ve thought about before. F-fantasies?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Rainbow shot back.

“You fantasize about T-twilight and m-me. In m-maid uniforms. Wh-what are we d-doing in m-maid uniforms?”

Rainbow’s eyes shot wide, and she licked her lips before snapping her muzzle shut. But Fluttershy was onto something.

“You d-don’t wanna tell me?” Fluttershy said, pausing to bite her lip when the vibrations seemed to catch her just right. She had to work quickly. “Fine. I’ll guess. Twilight and I, in f-f-frilly little uniforms, waiting on you hoof to hoof. D-do we feed you grapes by h-hoof? O-or maybe massages? D-do you make us wear c-collars? O-or maybe if we spill a drink, you pull up our little skirts, raise your hoof, and—”

“AahaaaaaAAAAAAHHH!” Rainbow howled, grinding her hips against the sybian as she came hard enough that her eyes rolled back. Her wings fluttered impotently as her forehooves clung to the toy for as much leverage as she could. Fluttershy couldn’t see too much, but the sybian was drenched with mare juices.

“Fl-fluttershy wins,” Twilight groaned out. Fluttershy looked her way. The waiting hoof had finally made its way down to Twilight’s marehood and was rubbing away. “Oh Celestia this is hot.” The remote was on the floor, forgotten. Flushed, Twilight looked around. “Here, let me…”

“Leave it on,” Rainbow whispered. Fluttershy stared, grinding against the sybian as Rainbow flew over. “Heh. Well played, Flutters. Guess you won.”

She really had gotten better about being a good sport recently. Now maybe they could…

Rainbow leaned forward, her forehooves on Fluttershy’s hips, and pressed the mare down on the sybian firmly enough that Fluttershy let out a cry of pleasure…only for it to be suddenly silenced by Rainbow’s own lips and tongue. She howled out her own orgasm into Rainbow’s own mouth, wings fluttering as she humped the sybian for all she was worth. When she could control her wings she wrapped them around Rainbow, lips and tongues dancing as the two mares panted and gasped.

Fluttershy never even noticed when Twilight turned off the vibrations.

In the end, Rainbow’s ideas had been quite convincing.

“Will that be all, Mistress?”

Twilight took to her role with her usual determination. She bowed low in front of Fluttershy’s chair, with her tail flagged high behind her. Fluttershy knew that she’d be fully exposed, her marehood and ponut framed beautifully by the very red lace peekaboo panties that Rainbow had inspired.

“Y-yeah. W-will it?” Rainbow stammered. “M-mistress?”

She was similarly positioned, and Fluttershy took a moment to admire the way the frilly black skirts rode up on her shapely maids’ rumps. She especially liked the stammer in Rainbow’s voice…probably a result of the other toys Twilight had acquired, now stuffed nicely inside her misbehaving maid.

“I believe,” Fluttershy said, trying to sound as regal as she could. “that I was promised cuddles for my victory.”

They were in Twilight’s bedroom, and Fluttershy was reclining on a fainting couch. On a bedside table were a pile of sweets, as well as a remote that Rainbow’s eyes kept darting to.

“With pleasure, Mistress,” Twilight said with a grin, climbing into the bed. With hind hooves shaking, Rainbow took the other side. With wing and hoof Fluttershy pulled them both against her, reveling in the sensation of both fur and satin against her own.

Maybe Rainbow Dash was onto something. Winning was amazing.

2-Confined/Wood

“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.

3-Dungeon/Crawl

Fluttershy had stayed the night, and most of the next morning, in ‘Suite Y’. The sex club had at least three rather posh ‘aftercare rooms’, all of them decorated in gentle, inoffensive colors with plenty of fluffy blankets and towels. Fluttershy was resting on the large bed, curled up in a pile of soft blankets that still smelled a little like Rarity. The room had a large bathroom, and a tub large enough for a half-dozen. The perfect place to recover after an intense session.

And yesterday had been rather intense. She was glad that she’d opted to be an observer of today’s list item, rather than a participant. Still, she worried about Rarity. Twilight was probably upset that princessly duties had made her miss two days, and Rarity…

Well, yesterday had been fun, but draining. And now Rarity was about to jump into another difficult, yet hopefully rewarding, day.

She’d spent most of their aftercare time yesterday assuring Fluttershy that everything was fine, that she had chosen the scene, but still, Fluttershy worried.

Maybe…

There was a knock on the door. Fluttershy jumped, then struggled out of her bedding to flutter over to the door. “Coming!” she called, taking a moment to glance at a large vanity mirror near the bed. Her mane was mussed, but she looked clean; more-or-less ready for polite company. She creaked the large door open a few inches and peered out.

Flash Magnus, Pillar of Equestria, friend, soldier, royal guard trainer, and impressively handsome stallion, was standing there, smiling at her. He was wearing his royal guard uniform.

Fluttershy pulled the door the rest of the way open with a happy cry. “Flash! I didn’t know it would be you! Come in!”

“Just for a moment,” he said. “Rarity is getting set up for the scene. We’ll be starting soon.”

“Soon?” Fluttershy felt a thrill of panic. “Did I oversleep?”

“No,” Flash said soothingly as he stepped into the room. “I came early. I wanted to go over some things with you. Your boundaries, your intentions, that sort of thing.”

“My boundaries? But I won’t be…” she hesitated. “...playing. I’ll just be watching.”

“Even as an observer, you are still there. You deserve respect and safety, and as the dom in the scene, it is my responsibility, my duty, to make sure everypony is safe and enjoying themselves. What Rarity and I have planned might be a little intense for a beginner, so I wanted to make sure you were okay with things.”

Fluttershy nodded. She knew what Rarity had planned. “Um. I know there will be some… degradation involved. B-but I would prefer if it didn’t include… um… name-calling.”

She was sure the stallion would laugh. But Flash Magnus nodded slowly. Thoughtfully. “I can do that. No name calling. Anything else?”

Fluttershy gave it some real thought. Truly, there was going to be some things happening to Rarity that would terrify Fluttershy, if they were happening to her.

But… after yesterday… maybe not.

“No,” she said carefully. “But I know how to say ‘yellow’ if something comes up.”

“Don’t hesitate,” Flash said. “You are as much a participant as myself and Rarity.”

That was a bit of a surprise to her. When Twilight and she had been working out plans for today’s kink, she’d known it would be just like Nightmare Night. But observing one of her friends having fun would be fine. Still, she hadn’t seen herself as a participant.

“Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Flash Magnus led her through halls vaguely familiar after yesterday’s adventure. Before, she’d been too keyed up and nervous to pay much attention. After, she’d been too tired. She was far more comfortable now.

“I’m glad it’s you,” Fluttershy said. Glad it was somepony she knew. He nodded, and they lapsed into silence again. She took in the bland, featureless walls of the club. It wasn’t much of a dungeon.

“The rooms are individually themed,” Flash said, and Fluttershy blinked, not realizing she’d spoken her thoughts aloud. “Trust me, it’ll fit your needs.”

“I’m… never mind.”

“Speak your thoughts, Fluttershy. The more I know about you, the better I can help fulfill your needs here.”

Fluttershy shook her head. “I just didn’t know you were into this stuff.”

He turned back to favor her with a smile. “Indeed. For obvious reasons I don’t publish it, but I don’t mind. I’ve found kink games a good stress release from my duties.” He paused. “Rarity and I have played a few times. Whenever she visits her boutique, and we have time.”

“So you two…”

“Are friends with similar itches that need to be scratched,” Flash assured, though Fluttershy hadn’t been feeling jealous. “We know each other’s boundaries well. We’ve even switched roles once.”

“You can… do that?”

“Of course you can,” Flash said. “And Rarity is quite good at being a domme, though submitting is not a side of myself I indulge often.”

Fluttershy thought of the way she’d felt inside the box. The helplessness, the pleasure, the paradox of complete control and no control at the same time. She knew she’d probably want that particular itch scratched a few more times.

“We’re here. Are you ready?”

It didn’t look like the rest of the doors in the Suite. It was wooden, with studded iron bands. The wood was cracked and pitted, and the lintel was made of theatrically painted stone. It looked like something out of an amusement park.

The casual unreality of it stilled her beating heart, and she smiled.

“Yes,” Fluttershy said. Flash Magnus opened the door.

The inside decorations were more intense as the door. The ‘carved stone’ walls looked wet and gray, and wall sconces held faux-flame torches, flickering with yellow light and filling the room with dancing shadows.

The walls were lined with racks, filled with tools. In a true dungeon, they might have been torture implements, too horrifying for Fluttershy to even consider. These were filled with toys; dildos, vibrators, restraints, and devices that Fluttershy couldn’t even guess at their use.

The furniture fit the theme as well; There were tables with shackles built into them, hooks in the ceiling, a pair of oddly shaped chairs, and even a four-post bed with black, velvety bedding. Last of all was an X-shaped apparatus standing upright.

On this, Rarity was tied, spreadeagled. Each limb was restrained with ropes just tight enough to squeeze a little into her flesh. A tight red blindfold was tied around her eyes, and her lips were sealed with a bright red ball gag, strapped behind her head.

Standing next to the bondage furniture was a mare, dressed in the same uniform as the stallion guide from yesterday.

“All is ready for you,” she said softly, and slipped out of the room.

Fluttershy looked at Flash, who smiled. “Never ever leave a bound sub unattended. Yes, her horn isn’t restrained, so she could escape if she needed to, but it’s still important to be safe.”

He nodded to the bed.

“Go get comfortable. There are toys if you wish. And again, if you are uncomfortable for any reason, let me know.”

Fluttershy took a moment to glance at the shelves and racks on the wall, selecting for herself a small, narrow vibrating dildo. Just in case.

As she arranged herself onto the bed, Flash was approaching Rarity, who was trembling just a little in her bondage. Flash gently lifted the ball gag from her mouth.

“Ready to start,” he whispered. “Color check?”

“Green. Bright green, darling. Full steam ahead,” Rarity panted. Fluttershy glanced between Rarity’s hindhooves. The fur was damp. Fluttershy shifted her hindlegs a little.

“Very well,” Flash said, and returned the gag between her lips. Rarity let out a mumbled grunt.

Flash Magnus didn’t change out of his uniform. He didn’t change physically. But to Fluttershy’s eyes, something shifted in the ancient hero. The normally stalwart and bold stallion suddenly became… sinister in her gaze.

“Well,” he drawled. His voice was sinister too. Rarity let out a muffled whimper. “I seem to have caught a thief.”

Rarity whined in protest.

“Among my own maids, even. How distressing.”

His hoofsteps were slow, methodical. Rarity’s ears tracked him, even though she couldn’t see, and with each heavy clop she flinched a little. He was moving over to the wall, Fluttershy realized, to a rack of striking implements. Crops, floggers, paddles, even a wicked looking switch. Fluttershy felt a spike of worry.

“Did you think yourself immune?” he continued, his hooves brushing over the tools until he picked up the switch. “Simply because I invited you into into my bedchambers a few times and gave you a few nights of screaming pleasure, that it would not be noticed when you began walking away with my valuables?”

He picked up the switch with one wingtip, and without any warning sliced it violently through the air. He was several lengths away from Rarity and her bondage, but Rarity still screamed into her gag at the whistling sound.

It made him grin wickedly. He moved closer, swinging again, this time close enough for Rarity to probably feel the wind of the switch’s passage on her fur. She screamed again, thrashing in her bonds.

“I think… perhaps not. Too barbaric,” Flash muttered, and Rarity appeared to relax. “Maybe…”

His next tool is a paddle, heavy and wooden, with holes. He didn’t swing it, instead moving right over to Rarity. Slowly he brushed it against her stomach.

Fluttershy gulped, feeling a flush of heat in her nethers. She placed the vibrator on the bed, turning it on. It began to buzz with a low hum. She didn’t want to be too distracted. Just a gentle stimulation. She moved over the toy, spreading her legs and sitting down so that her pussy rested along the length of the toy. She let out a little squeak as she rubbed her clit against it, grinding into the bed. To muffle herself, she put a hoof in her mouth.

She imagined it as the gag Rarity was wearing, and moaned hard.

Meanwhile, Flash was running the paddle over Rarity’s stomach, and then her chest, her forehooves, then began down, sliding it gently over her flanks, then across the front of her hindhooves. Finally he brushed it against the lips of her cunt. Rarity moaned, thrusting her hips forward.

“So eager to be punished,” Flash said, laughing. “Don’t you worry, you’ll be begging for my mercy soon enough.” He rubbed it a few more times against her lower lips, before lifting the wet spot on the wooden paddle until it was just under Rarity’s nose. “Smell that? That’s how turned on you are. Foolish maid. Did you steal from me just so I would punish you? There are wiser ways to get my attention.”

Rarity shook her head, thrashing about, and Flash laughed again, before rubbing the wet secretions right on the gag itself, so that she couldn’t help but smell her arousal.

Fluttershy ground harder.

“Hmm…but no. I think not,” he said, turning back to the tool rack and replacing the paddle. “We need something more graceful.”

But he didn’t immediately reach for a tool. Instead, Flash stripped out of his uniform. His eyes met Fluttershy’s, smiling slyly as she panted and moaned into her hoof, grinding into the bed. He kept her eyes with his own as his uniform pants came off, revealing his shaft; thick and long.

Fluttershy gulped, frozen in her motions, her eyes drifting from his… to the length between his hindhooves. It was darker yellow than his fur, and mottled, thick with arousal.

Her mouth was suddenly dry. He smirked at her, before turning back to the tool rack and selecting a long, flexible crop.

“Ah, but I have delayed too long. Regardless of how sweet your charms have been, my lowly maid, it is time you paid for your crimes. Perhaps after I shall allow you to beg. But for now, the needs of justice are absolute.”

Rarity shivered.

Flash Magnus stepped up to her, well within range. As with the paddle, he began by teasing, dragging the crop up Rarity’s hindhoof, before suddenly rearing back his wing to land a solid strike, right on Rarity’s left flank. She howled into her gag.

“I shall carve the value of the trinkets you stole into your wicked flesh,” he hissed at her, rearing back for another strike on the other side. “I shall leave you quivering and weeping. And then you may beg me for mercy.”

He drug the crop up her thigh to rub against Rarity’s drenched pussy lips, before rearing back to strike right on her inner thigh. She squirmed and whimpered, muffled begging lost in the gag.

“You’re starting to see the folly of your actions. Good.”

Suddenly and without warning, he thrust his muzzle between Rarity’s legs, taking a long, slow lick of Rarity’s slit. She thrust her thighs forward, screaming.

But it was over too soon, and he was back to swatting her with the crop. Fluttershy was unable to tear her eyes from the scene as red lines began to appear in Rarity’s pristine white fur as she spasmed and twitched helplessly against the onslaught.

Fluttershy forgot to count the strokes. It could have been a dozen. Or maybe a hundred. But finally Flash paused, stepping back.

“Have you learned? Learned how you are nothing?” he panted, catching his breath from his frenzied exertions. “Learned how it is folly to cross me? And are you ready to plead for my mercy?”

With one hoof he unlatched one side of the ball gag, and released it. Rarity let out a gasp.

“Please, Master Flash. I beg you, forgive me my impertinence. It was only a bauble, I merely thought…”

“You make excuses. You have not learned,” Flash said cruelly, replacing the gag as Rarity let out a muffled squawk of protest. “Now, you will remain complacent while I adjust your bindings. Do not try me, or your tears will fall as rain.”

Carefully he untied her stretched out forehooves from the frame, though he left the ropes on them. Even in the midst of the acting, Fluttershy noted that he carefully checked each of Rarity’s forehooves, probably checking for injury. As soon as the second bond was undone, though, Rarity collapsed to the floor. Flash ignored her until he had untied her hind hooves from the frame, checking them as well.

“Sit up. Forehooves behind you,” he said sternly, and Rarity trembled as she shakily obeyed his orders. Quickly he tied her forehooves behind her back. “Turn around, rump up. Tail raised.”

Rarity clumsily followed his orders. Flash guided her with the crop, until Rarity’s marehood and ponut were in Fluttershy’s full view. She gaped as she ground into the gently vibrating toy. Rarity was gushing, her mare juice dribbling down onto the floor.

“You will learn,” Flash growled, and struck with the crop on Rarity’s raised hindquarters. Rarity screamed and spasmed, hooves jerking, as she tried to stay on her hooves. “Even if I have to carve it into your flesh.” He struck again. Again.

Fluttershy started timing her hips to the impact. With each strike, she mashed her clitoris on the buzzing toy on the bed.

He struck ten times, and then Rarity’s horn flashed with a pulse of yellow light, her hindhooves collapsing against the floor. Flash immediately put the crop down. The signal to slow down.

Flash unbuckled the gag before Fluttershy could even sit up. “You’ve had enough.”

“Yes, master. Please, master. I’ve learned. I’ve learned! I was wrong to steal, however much it was. Please. Let me show you my devotion. Just no more pain, I beg you, and everything will be green.”

Fluttershy thought it was perhaps a bit clumsy the way she tried to weave the word into the scene, but Flash simply nodded.

“Very well. Though you still need to learn humility.” He smiled at Fluttershy, and moved over to sit on the bed. It was an awkward position, but he leaned back, allowing his mast to stand tall, proud, and upright. Fluttershy could see the glistening of pre on the tip. “Follow the sound of my voice, if you can. Crawl to me, and use your mouth to show your devotion, and I may accept you back into my service, and my bed.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Rarity whispered, awkwardly turning, inching along the ground, still bound with her hooves behind her back. “I’ll do my best, master.”

“See that you do,” he said softly, and her ears tracked his voice. Fluttershy watched, amazed, as her graceful, beautiful friend, who panicked when even a single strand of mane was out of place, dragged her sweating, disheveled self across the floor, crawling and debasing herself as she followed Flash Magnus’ voice. She even left a trail on the stone floor behind her. “Come to me, my possession, my slave, my lovely. Come to me and serve me.”

Awkwardly, slowly, Rarity finally reached the foot of the bed. She managed to drag herself up, leaning against his hind hooves, until her face was placed between his legs. She nuzzled his thighs, pressing her nose into his sack.

“Master…” she cooed. “Thank you for your mercy.” And she began to worship, kissing and licking at him until he reached out with a hoof and shoved her back.

“Enough. Administering your punishment has left me aroused enough that I have no need for your foreplay. Get to the point.”

Rarity did, literally. Lifting up into a kneel, she moved her lips and tongue up his length, pausing at his medial ring to kiss before he gave her a warning tap on the shoulder. Finally she made it to his tip, her tongue darting out to lick away the slick precum that dribbled there. Flash shuddered with pleasure. “Good, my slave. Good. You are learning to obey.”

Rarity bathed the tip with her tongue, but not for long, before she leaned up and took him into her mouth.

Fluttershy nearly came, but something in her told her to hold off. She didn’t know why, but she denied herself, lifting her drooling cunt off the toy on the bed as she watched Rarity swallow Flash Magnus’ cock.

Fluttershy half-expected Rarity to go all the way to the base, but then shook her head, chiding herself internally. There was no way, in this position, that there was enough room in Rarity’s muzzle for Flash’s entire length. But she did make it all the way to the medial ring, her tongue licking and her cheeks hollowing as she sucked away. With one hoof, Flash stroked the remaining length that she couldn’t reach.

“Good. Good!” Flash cooed to her, his other hoof in her mane as he guided her gently. “It won’t be long now. Serve your master.”

Rarity’s head bobbed up and down as Fluttershy watched, entranced. It was hypnotic, in a way, and Fluttershy lost herself, listening to each guttural noise coming from Rarity’s throat, and the encouraging moans from Flash’s. Idly she thought about the power Rarity had… even in the scene, as the submissive, Rarity was drawing out of Flash’s muzzle uncontrollable sounds of pleasure.

“Have you… earned a reward, maid? Have you earned my mercy?” he whispered harshly, trembling, clearly close to his climax.

Rarity paused, coming up to take a breath. “No, master. I am unworthy.”

“Good slave,” Flash breathed, and with a quick motion jerked himself hard and fast. Fluttershy saw his entire length pulse, and she gasped, realizing what was coming before it happened. “Stick out your tongue.”

Rarity opened her mouth wide, her tongue extended, just in time for Flash Magnus to let out a grunt. Thick white ropes of cum fired out, splashing over her muzzle, her mane, and her blindfold. A few errant strands landed on her tongue and in her mouth. Fluttershy gaped herself as her elegant friend was degraded, drenched in Flash’s copious climax.

After a moment Rarity put her tongue back in her mouth, rolling Flash’s gift around on her tongue before swallowing. “Thank you for your lesson, master.”

Flash reached out and lifted up her blindfold, smiling into her eyes. “And thank you for learning it, maid. I deem you worthy to share my bed again, if you desire. Come and join me.” He glanced at Fluttershy. “You too. It’s time for some cuddles, if you want.”

Fluttershy helped get Rarity cleaned up while Flash Magnus removed the bindings, before Rarity insisted that the three of them recover together by cuddling and sleeping off their excess. Fluttershy was still aroused, however, so rest was elusive. So, with a careful voice, she broached the subject.

“Um, this is aftercare, right? Um, are there any rules against…uh…sex?”

“During aftercare? It isn’t typical,” Rarity admitted on one side of her, cuddling up against Fluttershy’s side. She still smelled of sweat and sex. Fluttershy didn’t mind; the scent of Flash Magnus’ cum was oddly intoxicating. “But it’s not unheard of. The point is to relax and come down from the highs of the scene, and sometimes lovemaking can be a part of that.”

“Would either of you object,” Fluttershy said with a gulp, “to a bit of relaxing lovemaking, then?”

She glanced at Flash when she said it, and he nodded.

“Good. Lay back.”

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again, and Fluttershy mounted him, impaling herself on his cock with a cry. She rode him slowly, grinding her hips to push him hard inside her. It didn’t take long before she came, crying out her extasy into the room as Rarity watched.

“Now you, if you want. You didn’t cum, did you?” Fluttershy asked to Rarity. Wordlessly Rarity smiled, leaning up to kiss Fluttershy passionately, her tongue demanding entrance.

They barely broke the kiss as they traded places, and Fluttershy used her hoof to guide Flash’s cock into Rarity’s cunt. Rarity, for her part, was much more vocal than Fluttershy had been, singing her pleasure and coming twice before Flash finally grunted and finished inside of her.

Then, the three of them cuddled up in the bed, cum oozing from Rarity’s marehood, as they drifted off into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Author's Note

So as I said in the description, I'm relatively new to writing erotic or sexual scenes. So if there's any specific feedback it would be welcome, thank you.

This is an exercise for me to get better at this kind of writing, after all. :raritywink:

4-Deprivation/Safe

“So this is it?” Fluttershy asked, skeptical.

“This is it,” Twilight said, eager and breathless.

They were in Twilight’s bedroom, looking at the spread out pile of purple latex and sex toys spread out on the sheets. To Fluttershy, it looked rather complicated. There were straps and hoses, and she could see at least three sets of lightly glowing runes in various spots.

“I can guide you through the process, don’t worry,” Twilight said, looking worried at Fluttershy’s expression. But Fluttershy shook her head.

“Not quite yet. This is about education, right? Trying new things? I want to know the story here. What…exactly is it? How does it work? And how did you discover… this?”

“It’s a deprivation suit,” Twilight said. “Custom made for my alicorn body.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ve never used it.”

“Never?” Fluttershy asked.

“Not this one. I had one when I was living in Canterlot. When I was still only a unicorn.” Twilight snorted with amusement. “Before I came here. And before Cadance caught me.”

“W-wait, what?” Fluttershy gasped. “Tell me about it.”

“I discovered sensory deprivation on accident,” Twilight said. “While studying at Celestia’s school. Sometimes things would get so…so overwhelming. Sensory overload, you know? So it started with earmuffs while I was studying. And I found… I really liked the sensation of silence. Not all the time, of course. So I took it the next step. Darkness. Then a blindfold. Then a hood. There was a peace to it. I could meditate, and be alone with my thoughts. It was really useful if I had a problem I needed to work through. And then…”

She blushed.

“I made the mistake of doing it while I was in heat.” She ducked her head, ears pinning back, as her eyes glazed over in memory, even as Twilight’s face blazed red. “It was the strongest orgasm I’d ever had. And that was when I bought my first suit. Of course, I had no idea what I was doing, and I…well, it’s embarrassing. But I got myself stuck one day.”

Fluttershy gasped, but Twilight laughed. “It could have been a lot worse. But I was supposed to meet Cadance for lunch that day, and she got worried and came looking for me. I was lucky she found me, and not my mom. Or Shiny. Could you imagine? Cadance still gave me a hard tongue-lashing.”

“She didn’t approve?”

“What?” Twilight blinked. “No, Cadance is plenty kinky. She owns that sex club you and Rarity went to in Manehatten, did you know? That’s how I was sure it was reputable. No, she didn’t mind the kink stuff, just that I was doing self-bondage without any sort of safety protocol.”

Fluttershy was still trying to digest what Twilight had just casually revealed about Cadance. “Princess Cadance is… kinky?”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Yes. She and Shiny have a devoted but open relationship, and both of them really enjoy group sex based fetishes and secret orgies, and I have now said out loud more about my brother’s sex life than I ever wanted to even think about. If you want to know more you can write either one of them, I’m sure they’d be more than happy to tell you. Or invite you.”

Fluttershy’s mind flashed to an image of the Princess of Love, the most beautiful pony alive, and her rather studly husband. Her tail lashed, and Twilight shook her head.

“Anyways, she made me promise I wouldn’t ‘play’ with deprivation or self-bondage any longer unless I had somepony to watch over me. She offered, but…” Twilight shuddered. “That’s just…weird. She was like family. And now she is family, so hard no. And then the craziness with Nightmare Moon happened, and moving to Ponyville, and becoming Princess…” She sighed. “I just haven’t had any time for personal pursuits. Like personal pleasure.”

“And now you can keep your promise to Princess Cadance.” Fluttershy reached out a hoof, to brush Twilight’s cheek. Twilight smiled and blushed. “Twilight, I’ll watch you, whenever you like. Besides, I’m really curious.”

“Oh?” Twilight said, her eagerness coming back. “Should we get started, then?”

The first step, it turned out, was a series of straps. Fluttershy was sure the bondage wasn’t exactly necessary to the process, but Twilight assured her that it was important for her. The first strap went around Twilight’s barrel, pinning her wings to her sides. Fluttershy was terrified that she would hurt them, but Twilight reassured her.

“It’s tight enough that I can’t move, but my wings aren’t hurt. Besides…” she blushed. “...maybe you can be sure, after, and we can do some preening? Just so you can make sure they’re okay, of course.”

Fluttershy liked that idea.

Next was Twilight’s beautiful tail had to be dealt with. Fluttershy wrapped a band around the base, before folding the rest in half into a tight bob. It left Twilight’s marehood exposed.

She was already wet and winking.

Then came her forehooves, wrapped tightly in front of Twilight’s barrel with two bands.

“Next is the p-panties. I haven’t tried these yet,” Twilight admitted, motioning with her head. Next to her on the bed rested one of the strangest pairs of panties Fluttershy had ever seen. They were made of the same purple latex, but on the insides were two phallic-shaped plugs, lined up perfectly to match Twilight’s holes. “I-I’ll need your help.”

“Lube?”

“Oh! Bedside dresser, second drawer.”

Fluttershy quickly opened the drawer, eyes widening at the contents. A bottle of lube, a long, tapered vibrator and an… illustrated anatomy textbook?

She looked at Twilight with a raised eyebrow. Twilight gulped. “What? I like to learn while I get off.”

Fluttershy giggled, fetching the lube. She opened the bottle and inhaled. Rose scented. It reminded her of the flowers around her cottage. She smiled as she poured some of the lube onto the phalluses, as Twilight twisted to watch her with anticipation. She made sure each one was well lubricated. They were soft, but firm.

Fluttershy would have to find a pair for herself, she thought with a suddenly dry mouth.

“Done?” Twilight asked impatiently, and Fluttershy giggled again.

“Done,” Fluttershy said, and moved to Twilight’s hindhooves. Carefully she slid the panties up her friend until the two points were lined up with Twilight’s holes.

“Deep breath,” she said cheerfully, then pulled them up. Twilight gasped, and Fluttershy smoothed the glossy latex around the curve of Twilight’s rump, making sure to press her hoof firmly against Twilight’s crotch, rubbing and grinding while Twilight moaned. “Comfy?”

“Y-yes. They’re in. Great! Don’t forget the remote. It’s on the bed.”

“Now?”

“N-no. Not until I’m in the suit.”

Now that Twilight was stuffed and squirming on the bed, next was a strap around her hindhooves. As Fluttershy tightened this one, Twilight clenched her eyes shut and let out a whimper of anticipation.

“Okay, the last part before the suit is the muzzle, so I won’t be able to help much. Once I’m muzzled, I’ll lay out on the suit. Guide it up my hooves and legs, and zip me up. Once I’m zipped all the way, pull the hood over my eyes, making sure my horn sticks out of the hole. Once that’s done tap the rune on the collar, and it’ll activate the vacuum spell. The suit will seal tightly and I’ll be completely helpless, except for my horn.”

“Usual color signals?” Fluttershy asked. Twilight nodded.

“Keep me inside for one hour, or until I signal. I’ll signal green once the suit seals, so you can be sure I’m safe and comfortable. And then, you can turn the toys on.”

She shuddered.

“Or not. You’ve got all the control.”

Fluttershy gulped at that, nervously, but she quickly followed Twilight’s instructions, starting with the muzzle, a binding that went around Twilight’s own muzzle and behind her head. Then there was the suit. The suit started at her hooves, sealing Twilight’s hindhooves into a single glossy purple limb. Then she did the same with her forehooves, before pulling the zipper up her back and releasing Twilight's bound tail through a hole cut just for it. Twilight was already breathing hard with arousal.

Finally Fluttershy faced Twilight. “Ready?”

Twilight nodded, and Fluttershy pulled the hood up over Twilight’s head letting her horn poke through the hole.

Fluttershy found the runes at the collar, just like Twilight had said, and reached out a hoof nervously to tap them once. There was a flash of enchantment, a magenta light the same as Twilight’s magic, and every wrinkle, every gap, every bit of slack in the suit suddenly disappeared in a hiss of air as the latex sucked in, skin-tight, to Twilight’s flesh. Every curve, every line of her body was emphasized in stark relief. Fluttershy could even see the lining of her panties, and the slight bulge of the two toys. Twilight squirmed and moaned, and her horn flashed with a green light.

“Oh, good. You’re comfortable then?”

There was no response. Fluttershy blinked, remembering the hood that now covered Twilight’s ears. “Oh. You can’t hear me.”

Fluttershy rested a hoof on Twilight’s barrel, just between her bound wings, and she squirmed a little at the touch. “Touch is the only sense you have right now, hmm? Or can you smell, too? I guess you can. I wonder if there’s a way to block that without messing with your ability to breathe? I wonder if it even matters?”

She blinked, and laughed. “And you still can’t hear me. I’m babbling, aren’t I? Lemme get the remote.”

The remote for Twilight’s panties was right next to where they’d been sitting on the bed. Fluttershy picked it up. There was two dials; one of them for the anal plug, the other for her cunt.

Fluttershy took a long look at Twilight, her hoof sliding up and down the perfect curve of her rump, before quickly twisting both nobs to full power.

Twilight thrashed violently on the bed, her bound form jerking this way and that while Fluttershy watched. After a moment she turned the dials back down to about forty percent. Twilight continued to jerk about, but it was less drastic now.

“I know you can’t hear me. So maybe it’s a little silly to talk. To babble,” Fluttershy said softly as she started touching Twilight again. There was something addictive about the perfect smoothness of the suit; something she couldn’t keep her hooves off. Or her wingtips. “Maybe it’s totally pointless. But maybe I can talk about things now I’m afraid to talk about when you can hear me. Maybe…just maybe… I can work some stuff out in my head.”

She paused. The things she was saying felt right. Talking felt right. She sidled up to Twilight on the bed, adjusting the bound mare so that she was the little spoon as Fluttershy wrapped her in hoof and wing, pulling her into a tight snuggle. Twilight clearly realized what was happening, leaning her head back for a nuzzle, which Fluttershy happily gave.

“Yesterday was intense. In a good way. Watching Flash Magnus dom Rarity was incredible. But you and I both know why I didn’t participate. I was too afraid to be the sub for a scene like that yet, though maybe someday. And as a domme?”

She shuddered.

“It would have been like that one Nightmare Night all over again. I couldn’t…I just couldn’t be cruel like he was to Rarity, even if I knew she’d enjoy it. But this morning, before my train ride back, he and I talked, and I realized some stuff.”

She stroked Twilight up and down her flank with one wing.

“Flash Magnus explained some things, and cleared up some misconceptions for me. Being a dom isn’t about cruelty or control. It’s not about power. At least, it’s not about that for him. It’s about duty.”

She laughed.

“He’s a good stallion, but yes, he really does see the world in terms of duty and protection. And that’s what it is to him. He’s enjoying himself, sure, but he was really keyed into the responsibility he’d taken upon himself to make sure his subs, Rarity and I…”

For she had been a sub in that scene, even if she’d only been observing.

“...Rarity and I had a spectacular time. And he made sure we were safe during the entire scene. All of the cruelty and violence? That was what Rarity asked for. He not only made sure she got what she wanted, he also ensured it was all safe. And he did all of the same for me. We gave him trust, and he took that seriously.”

Twilight’s wiggles were slowing down. Fluttershy lifted the remote and turned each knob up a single notch. Twilight clearly noticed, making an inquisitive squeak before settling back into the cuddle.

“Maybe you didn’t think about it this way, but…trust is a gift that we gave to him. And you gave your trust to me.”

She hadn’t thought about that part, she realized. Not until she’d verbalized it out loud.

“You gave your trust to me,” she repeated in a whisper, leaning forward to kiss Twilight gently on the cheek. “Thank you. I promise I’ll take it seriously.”

She still didn’t understand the intersection between the heady feeling she was experiencing right now, the enormous rush of responsibility and obligation she felt, and the inherent lust of the entire situation. Looking at the helpless body before her, Fluttershy wanted to lose herself to the desire she felt. She wanted to roll on top of Twilight, to grind herself against the helpless mare, to kiss her so hard she’d feel it through the latex. She wanted to grab the toy from Twilight’s dresser and wedge it between Twilight’s hindhooves, using her as a stand as she pleasured herself to screaming climax.

Maybe an experienced domme could do stuff like that and keep the scene safe, keep it going. Flash Magnus certainly could. Fluttershy didn’t know how.

So for now she would focus on her duty, and the strange, wonderful feelings she felt doing so.

“There are all kinds of dommes,” she told Twilight. “At least, that’s what Flash Magnus said. All kinds. The kinds who like to spank and humiliate, to make a sub crawl. To make them serve. Then there are those who enjoy a softer kind of domination.”

She giggled softly. “Flash said they’re sometimes called ‘dommy mommies’. I’m not sure I like the implication of relation, but I do see the appeal. I enjoy protecting others. Why couldn’t that extend to sexual exploration?”

It would now. She was sure of it. As sure that she would explore the other side of things, the helplessness and loss of control.

“So thank you for trusting me. Thank you for letting me do this. And I really hope I’ll have a chance to do this again. I’ll probably take a more active role next time.”

Fluttershy would, too. She lifted the dial and cranked it up again. Seventy percent. Twilight was groaning into the muzzle. Gradually, Twilight began to thrust her hips back into Fluttershy. She felt Twilight’s bound tail tickling against her stomach, and she laughed.

“Feeling a little needy? Okay, Twilight. Let’s see what we can do about that.”

Once again she turned both dials up to the maximum. As Twilight struggled, Fluttershy stroked her hips with her hoof, while leaning forward to kiss at Twilight’s neck. “You try so hard for everypony. You work much. And still you took so much time to help me. You are the nervous system of my entire plan, Twilight. I’d be lost without your hard work, your genius, and your creativity. I owe you so much. Even though we’re just at the beginning you’ve already done amazing things.”

She continued to kiss, nibbling at Twilight’s ear just hard enough that she was sure Twilight could feel. Her hooves gripped Twilight’s hips, and her wings tickled at her sides.

It didn’t take long. Twilight’s climax was obvious; she held her breath and arched her spine, and Fluttershy felt her wings straining in her bondage as she spasmed. It lasted a very long time, so long that Fluttershy started to worry. Then she started to pant again, heavy breaths through her nostrils as she slumped limply into the bed.

Fluttershy politely turned the dials back down. Twenty percent.

“That was beautiful, Twilight. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

She sat up just enough to see the time. It had only been fifteen minutes. Forty five to go. She cuddled back down, stroking Twilight’s head.

“I think we’ll cuddle for a bit, hmm? Then in a while I’ll turn it back up again and you can cum. Goodness, I’m sure you’re quite wet by now.”

She smiled.

“What should we talk about next?”

In the end, Twilight came seven times. Fluttershy took the bondage off three minutes early because she was worried about dehydration.

Twilight, though flushed and sweaty, looked ecstatic.

“Fluttershy… this is…”

“Shh,” Fluttershy said. “Drink.”

She remembered how dazed she’d been coming out of the Box. She kept Twilight on her side, laying down, while she made Twilight take sips from a cup of apple juice. Twilight drank obediently. Fluttershy felt another rush. A princess, and alicorn, following her orders.

This feeling would bear more investigation, she thought with a smile.

“You’re safe here with me. You’re safe, and comfortable.”

“Mmhmm. Yeah I am,” Twilight cooed, leaning into Fluttershy’s hoof as Fluttershy stroked her sweat-soaked mane. “Very much yes. Thank you.”

“It was absolutely my pleasure,” Fluttershy said gently.

Author's Note

This one was a lot of fun. I was oddly amused by the idea of Fluttershy getting all introspective in the middle of kinky sex.

5-Markings/Ink

“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.”

6-Alone/Hidden

Twilight and Fluttershy had discussed a hundred ideas for the sixth day’s activities.

In the end, though, what she needed was relaxation. Orgies, bondage, humiliation, and even her first taste of being a domme had been exhausting.

Still, in keeping with her challenge, she still had to do something.

“Are you sure?” Discord asked her, concern showing through his usual impish demeanor.

They were floating at octagonal angles fourth dimensionally to the black hole Discord kept as a pet in his non-euclidian aquarium. Which, of course, was little more than word salad that meant nothing and didn’t make a lick of sense, but Fluttershy had learned a long time ago to not ask too many physics or math questions in Discord’s home.

“Absolutely. I’m having a relaxing evening in.”

Discord sputtered, confetti shooting from his muzzle. “Relaxing evening in? Fluttershy, you’re asking for a hidden pocket dimension, the most powerful sexual chaos spell I know, and a stack of fetish porn! How is that even remotely relaxing?”

Fluttershy shrugged, the motion sending her orbiting around the ottoman. “It will be compared to normal. Or, whatever normal has been this week.”

Discord peered at her, thrusting his face towards her. “Are you okay?”

Fluttershy beamed. “Oh, very much yes. We’re all growing closer than ever, and I’m discovering things about myself and my sexuality that I never would have before. It’s tiring, yes, but both enlightening and fun. I just need today’s to go a little…slower.”

“So you turn to chaos magic,” Discord scowled. “You can’t even say ‘chaos magic’ and ‘rel…’”

Discord’s teacup shot off the rotating table and smashed into his muzzle. He glared at it as it reformed, and refilled with green tea.

“You can’t even say ‘chaos magic’ and ‘that word’ in the same sentence. It’s illegal!”

“You mean relaxing?” Fluttershy said. Discord nodded. “Well, I was just hoping for something less physically demanding. Won't your chaos spell respond to my desires?”

“Well…”

“And if I desired something sexual, but in a slow and comfortable way?”

“I mean…”

“And I know you’re worried, but I’m also sure you’re powerful enough to make something like that happen.”

“I guess if…”

“And to sweeten the deal,” Fluttershy continued, “I’ll set you up on a date with your dream mare.”

Discord went dead silent, staring at her.

“You don’t know who my dream mare is,” he said.

Fluttershy blushed. “I do, actually. You accidentally made your diary sentient three weeks ago. He told me. I’m sorry. But I can help you. I think she’d say yes, at least to a drunken fling.” Fluttershy laughed. “She’s surprisingly hedonistic for an alicorn.” Her honesty compelled her to add the next bit. “Um, I was planning on asking her anyways, actually.”

“You’d… really help me get a date with Princess Luna?” Discord gaped at her. “Deal. One pocket dimension, one desire-responsive chaos spell. But you have to supply the porn. If you really want relaxing, I’d suggest one of those slow-burn erotic bodice-rippers that Marshmallow Horse enjoys so much.

“Her name is Rarity,” Fluttershy said with impatience, but noted the advice. She was sure Rarity wouldn’t mind loaning one to her.

The pocket dimension was relaxing. It was a small room, small enough to remind Fluttershy of the underside of her bed (where she liked to hide on Nightmare Nights and particularly intense storms), only there was plenty of room for pillows. Much like Discord’s realm, she felt a little weightless, though not totally, as she floated gently on top of the pink pillows.

The same color as her mane, actually. And the walls were yellow. Maybe there was something to that, but Fluttershy didn’t want to think about it too hard.

There was one window to the outside world, like a magic mirror. She could use it, Discord had explained, to look at anything happening in public in Ponyville. No non-consensual voyeurism, he warned. Just innocent pony watching. To try to do otherwise would collapse the dimensional construct by exposing the arbitrary literary framework that propped it up.

She didn’t understand that either, and didn’t want to ask.

Other than that, Discord said, she was completely hidden from the world. Nopony would be able to bother her.

It was everything she’d hoped for, though, so Fluttershy had written a letter to Princess Luna before climbing through the portal.

And Rarity had been more than happy to loan her a pile of books. They were formulaic and repetitive. The overused tropes and familiar language was oddly relaxing.

Perfect.

Discord had even provided a small mini-fridge, full of root beer and iced tea.

She sat back on one of the pillows and opened one of the books at random. The plots barely mattered; they were all similar enough that Fluttershy could pick up the general idea from context.

“...the rolling of the waves tossed Surrender the Booty about, making Lilia Gem lose her balance. Captain Hard Abs caught her, and she jerked away, turning her face. She refused to let him see her blush, or the way the touch of his hard muscles made her heart race. Not until he agreed to return her to Port Innocence. Or to remove the infernal collar he’d put around her neck.

“‘Careful,’ he said solicitously, helping to steady her with a hoof. A strong hoof. He never touched her except like this. Casually. Gently. Never forcing his presence on her, if she could ignore the fact that he kidnapped her and drug her away on his pirate ship. ‘I would not like to see you hurt.’

“The kindness in his voice made her heart pound harder, and she had to look away again. ‘I do not need your help,’ she said imperiously, even though a rebellious part of her heart craved him to touch her again. And again. Over and over. To kiss her, even.”

The plots were all the same, Fluttershy noted. A damsel in distress, a villain who turned out to have a heart of gold, and the two of them meeting, eventually, in the steamy middle. She was mostly reading those parts anyways. It was enough to be mildly stimulating, but not the sort of frenzied whirlwind she’d been experiencing the past few days.

Fluttershy started to consider, though. Maybe a little stimulation…

The second she had the thought, she felt something on her hind leg. Something soft and gentle, massaging up and down slowly. It was so unobtrusive that Fluttershy wasn’t even startled. She looked down.

Looped around her leg was what looked like one of the pillows, though it had extended out into a sort of pseudopod. Or a tentacle, she realized. And it was touching her gently.

The pink tentacle had paused as she looked, but as soon as Fluttershy hoped the soft, sweet touch would continue, it did so, stroking up and down once again.

She smiled, and went back to the book, opening at random.

“‘...you are a scoundrel and a cad,’ Lilia gasped as Hard pulled her tight to him with one wing. Her horn sparked, ready to repel him, but something stopped her from casting any spells. Perhaps it was the way his other wing started to stroke her cheek. Or maybe it was the pulse of heat she felt in her loins, a pulse that demanded she let him continue.”

There was a second tentacle now, and it stroked her cheek. Just like the wing-tip in the story. Fluttershy cooed softly and leaned into it.

“You are lovely little things, aren’t you?” she said to them, and felt the tentacles pulse. “You can understand me? Of course you can. You’re Discord’s spell, and he said the spell itself would be an…” she tried to remember his words, “...an extension of my lust and desire.”

They pulsed again.

“So since I desire something arousing but gentle…”

She glanced at the book. The protagonist was a unicorn.

“I’m going to keep reading. You’re welcome to get ideas from what I’m saying out loud, but could you also…”

She didn’t even finish before she felt something massaging the base of her wings. Letting out a coo of delight, Fluttershy pressed against the tender ministrations. She let them relax the muscles, feeling a heat of her own, before going back to another random scene in the book.

“‘...have me at your mercy, captain. You always have. But you’ve never taken advantage. Why not?’

‘Because, my ravishing mare, my deepest desire is to make you mine. I knew that if I took, I could never keep.’

‘So if I asked you right now?’ Lilia demanded. ‘Asked you to touch me? Asked you to kiss me?’

‘I would not hesitate, my lovely.’

‘...do it. Hold me, my captain!’”

There were a dozen tentacles now. Each one wrapped around Fluttershy, though not tightly enough to restrain. She was no longer resting on the pillows, though; she was loosely suspended, and she cooed and sighed in pleasure as they stroked her wings, her hooves, and her legs. A tentacle stroked at her stomach, and another slid softly through her tail, like it was petting her.

Just like the mare in the story, though, her lust was slowly outpacing her inhibitions. Maybe something much further along…

“Lilia stood, stunned at the sight before her. Captain Hard’s pride, his thick, firm maleness, stood exposed to the world, strong and tall. She licked very dry lips.

‘I am at your mercy,” the Captain said from the chair she’d bound him to. ‘You may do whatever you like. Even fleeing the ship, if you like. You have won, my love. I am yours…as much as you would like me to be.’

She was speechless. She stepped forward, pressing herself between his legs. His hardness rubbed up against her barrel, and she kissed him firmly. Sitting in his lap, she began to grind as she kissed, rubbing her marehood against his cock.”

Fluttershy gasped. There was a tentacle now rubbing against her slit, sliding it’s soft length against her as it borrowed her wetness. Like the protagonist in her novel, she ground herself against the thickness, and the tentacle throbbed in return.

“You are an absolute delight,” she told them all, and writhed in pleasure as she got a responding throb.

She flipped forward one page.

“...with a piercing cry, Lilia impaled herself on the Captain’s mast, shoving him deep into her marehood. The cry was muffled, though, when he captured her mouth with his. Even bound as he was, she was at his mercy. Though he was bound in ropes, she was bound by pleasure. Every nerve in her—”

Fluttershy was unable to finish. The tentacle at her cunt prodded at her wet lips, and she thrust herself down. Meanwhile another appendage teased her lips, and Fluttershy let it in. It was like a kiss; the tentacle moved in her mouth like a tongue, even as she was filled with the paradoxically soft and hard thickness.

The book fell to the pillows, forgotten.

“You don’t… have to stay with just what the story says. You can be creative,” Fluttershy panted. But they couldn’t really. They were an extension of her imagination. So if she wanted one to massage her dock, then…

A tentacle wrapped around her tail and began to stroke.

Or if she wanted some to tease at her teats…

She moaned as that wish, too, was fulfilled. She wondered if perhaps now was the time to push some boundaries, and for a moment a tentacle teased at the puffy ring of her anus.

But no. Not today. Today wasn’t about testing boundaries.

The tentacle receded.

It wasn’t as if she lacked stimulation; one tentacle stroked her hooves, while another massaged her wings. One kissed her like a lover, while another caressed her teats. And a half-dozen stroked and petted her fur.

All the while the thickest of them all made slow love to her marehood.

“M-my clit, please. Could you…”

One more slid up her leg towards the other that was sliding in and out of her wet depths, forming a tiny suction cup that quickly engulfed her tiny nub. She moaned, and the mouth tentacle leaned over to kiss her again. Thrusting her hips, she swayed and bounced in the air as the tentacles gently cradled her and rocked her towards her peak.

When she crested, she sang out her pleasure, and the tentacles seemed to dance and throb in time with the waves of her climax. It wasn’t like her other orgasms this week. There had been no frenzied rush to the finish line, no passionate dash, no pressure or roleplay. She felt like she was floating, even as she came down and the tentacle receded from her marehood.

“Thank you…” she whispered, and one of the tentacles opened the mini-fridge and opened one of the iced teas. She took it in her hoof and started to sip.

“Can you all…just give me a bit of a relaxing massage?” she said, and laughed when the motion along her muscles and fur started once again, somehow less sexual than before. “I may read some more in a bit, but for now…”

For now, she just wanted to relax in the afterglow.

“I don’t understand,” Fluttershy said when Discord came to check on her a few hours later. “Why were you so worried about casting the spell? It seemed so sweet and gentle.”

“Of course it was! It was you,” Discord shot back. The sub-dimension expanded when he entered, filling with even more pillows that he relaxed his serpentine body against with a sigh. “You’re sweet and gentle, and the spell reflects your inner lust and desires, which are also, in their own sexy little way, sweet and gentle.”

“Oh.” She felt warm at the compliment, and smiled. “Thank you. But didn’t you know that would happen?”

“Know?” Discord snorted. “Fluttershy, it’s a chaos spell. If you hadn’t been alone in a pocket dimension, it might have consumed all of Ponyville! We’d be in the middle of a crazed town-wide orgy right now! Or maybe it would have happened exactly the same way, I have no way of telling! The last time I cast this spell I had a drunken three-day bender with a yak, a changeling disguised as Celestia, and the Smooze’s great great great great grandmother. The time before that was the cause of the first ‘Great Equestrian Population Boom’, where birth rates tripled in a single year. And the time before that, Roam fell.”

“Oh.” Oddly, Fluttershy didn’t feel too overwhelmed by all this, though she thought maybe she should have. “Well, I don’t think you would have cast it if you didn’t have some faith in the outcome. So thank you for believing in me.”

“That’s your takeaway?” Discord gaped at her. “I can’t believe I’m being the responsible one here. I’ve spent too much time around ponies.”

“Well, get used to it,” Fluttershy said with a grin. “Especially if you are going to have a chance at a drunken fling with Princess Luna.”

Discord opened his mouth, stared at her for a second, and then closed it again. “Point taken,” he said with a wry grin. “Do you want out of here now?”

Fluttershy nestled into the pillows. “No, it’s fine. It’s really nice. Who would have thought that chaos magic could be so rela—”

One of the pillows flew right at her face, bopping her in the muzzle.

“I told you,” Discord said wryly. “It’s illegal to use those words in the same sentence.”

7-Mask/Cult

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.

8-Crime/Punish

It was a mostly cloudless day, and a cool early autumn breeze ruffled the rows of apple trees. Most had been harvested already, but there were a few stragglers hanging onto the branches, mostly ones that hadn’t been heavy enough to fall when Applejack and her family had done their main harvest.

Fluttershy took a moment to glean one of the riper apples. She knew Applejack wouldn’t mind; the main harvest was done, and she always allowed whoever would like to come glean a few of the stragglers. She was about to bite down when she heard a voice behind her.

“Hey.”

It was soft, but Fluttershy still squeaked and spun, fluttering into the air a few hoof-lengths.

Rainbow Dash was there, sitting on a small cloud and looking worried. It was a testament to how serious Rainbow was feeling that she didn’t even smirk at Fluttershy being startled by a simple greeting.

Fluttershy landed. “Hi, Rainbow. What’s up?”

“Yeah.” Rainbow rubbed the back of her head with one hoof. “I, uh. Wanted to check in on you.”

“I’m heading to the farmhouse,” Fluttershy said. “Walk with me? We can talk.” Rainbow was one of Fluttershy’s oldest friends, and Fluttershy knew when she was beating around the bush.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Rainbow lifted off the cloud, but she didn’t land, instead flying alongside her like usual. She was silent for a while, and Fluttershy waited patiently, enjoying the feel of the breeze through her mane. “Um. You okay?”

“I’m just fine, Rainbow.”

“I mean with all the craziness you’re doing,” Rainbow said. “Um. Because it’s pretty out there. For you.”

“I know,” Fluttershy said. Perhaps it did get overwhelming at times, true. But she’d had Twilight there for most of it, and others, and everypony so far had insisted on appropriate aftercare. “But everypony’s taking care of me. Even you,” she said with a smile, and Rainbow blushed. “Checking up on me like this.”

She knew that wasn’t the real reason Rainbow was worried, but it was part of the reason, and for that Fluttershy was grateful.

“Yeah,” Rainbow gave a nervous chuckle. “Uh, you’re welcome. But are you sure you’re okay? All this bondage and submission stuff. You’re not, like…getting hurt?”

“Rainbow,” Fluttershy said, a little firmly. “There are a few different lists for this 'kinktober' thing floating around. I looked at a few of them and chose this one specifically because so many of the prompts lent themselves to bondage or domination scenarios. I wanted that, and from what I’m experiencing and learning, it’s perfectly safe and healthy if it’s done with the proper boundaries in place.”

“O-oh. Okay,” Rainbow said, going silent again.

Fluttershy knew if she waited long enough Rainbow would get to the point. So she waited, softly humming a tune as she walked, and Rainbow flew.

“Um, Fluttershy? Can I ask you something? About all that tying up stuff. The sub and domme stuff.”

“Of course, Rainbow.”

“Um. You’re, like, a sub, right?”

She wondered where this was going. “Most of the time, yes. But not always.” She thought about the wonderful things she’d felt watching over Twilight while she was in the deprivation suit. Or the fantasies that had fired off in her head when she was watching Flash Magnus dominate Rarity, or when Rockhoof had suggested they tie him up someday.

“Oh!” Rainbow looked pleased with that answer. “How do you, uh, switch it on and off? The sub stuff?”

The picture was becoming clearer.

“It’s not like a light switch, Rainbow,” Fluttershy said. “Some situations I like to be in charge. For me, it’s a protective instinct, I think. The same part of me that wants to look after and take care of ponies, only applied to sexual situations. It’s not something I turn on and off, just something that…happens. Why do you ask?”

Rainbow was quiet again for several minutes, still looking troubled. One hoof rubbed nervously against another. She landed and trotted for a bit, then rose into the air again. Fidgety, Fluttershy noted.

“Um. I was hoping you could… I mean, that it could be…” Rainbow sighed. “I’m, uh, gonna start over, okay? And I need you to Pinkie Swear not to tell anypony what I’m about to say. Except, uh, maybe to AJ. Maybe.”

“I swear. Cross my heart, hope to fly,” Fluttershy said, doing the requisite pantomime. That caveat was very interesting.

The Pinkie Promise was, apparently, enough. “Okay, uh, so. When you made your announcement and AJ and I first started talking about… ya know. Trying stuff out. And then we had our first scene, with the sybians, and Twilight, and the costumes…”

Fluttershy didn’t think Rainbow even realized her tail was flagging, giving Fluttershy a bit of a show. She smiled and said nothing.

“It was, um, really nice. Lots of fun, you know?”

“I thought so too.”

“But, uh, it’s all sub stuff. And I didn’t think… you know.” Rainbow growled in frustration. “Ugh. It’s so hard to put this into words.”

“You’re doing fine,” Fluttershy said encouragingly, and Rainbow appeared to take heart at her calm tone.

“Yeah. Thanks. So I thought, reading about this stuff, that I’d be one of the ones doing the tying. Being in charge. Holding the whip, or the remote control. I thought I’d be the domme. It’s who I am outside of sexy games. With the ‘Bolts, I’m an officer. When I visit the training camp I’m an instructor. I’m a team leader at the Equestrian Games. I’m a teacher at Twilight’s school. I’m supposed to be in charge. So I figured that’s what it’d be like in, uh, sexy games too.”

“It’s not?” Fluttershy asked.

“No!” Rainbow wailed. “I’m all bottom! I’m all bottom and I don’t understand why! We tried it. AJ and I. Tried to switch. It just… didn’t work out. We were both drier than a…”

She blushed, looking back at Fluttershy with wide eyes as her mouth snapped shut.

“It…well, it just didn’t work out.”

She trailed off, ears drooping.

“I don’t understand,” Fluttershy said. “What’s the problem, then?”

“Isn’t… isn’t being a sub uncool?” Rainbow said in a rush. “I mean, dommes are awesome! AJ when she gets all bossy is just…unf.” She ended her sentence in a little grunt, even going so far as to clench her thighs together in a way that made Fluttershy giggle. “She is, really! Oh, you probably know that, she was in your scene last night. Yeah, and she’s incredible with ropes, and really good with her tongue when she…”

Rainbow’s tail was flagging again, and this time she realized it and thrust it back down with a little gasp.

“P-point is, being a domme is cool.”

“So it being a sub,” Fluttershy said softly.

“Is it?” Rainbow shot back. “You’re not the boss, the leader. You’re not the one in charge.”

“And you have to be the one in charge to be cool?” Fluttershy asked.

“Yeah. Duh.”

“I think you’re looking at this wrong,” Fluttershy said. “Do you think I’m cool? Rarity? Pinkie? Twilight?”

“Well, I guess, sorta, a little. You’ve got that whole ‘I’m shy but don’t mess with my friends or I’ll wreck your shit up’ vibe, which is it’s own kind of awesome. And Rarity’s very cool when she’s not freaking out about nothing. Pinkie’s cool in her own Pinkie way, and Twi…heh. Nerdy-cool is a thing, I guess.”

“All of those mares are subs, Rainbow.”

“Yeah, but it’s not my kind of cool, you know?”

Fluttershy frowned. It was time for a different tactic.

“Do you enjoy submitting to Applejack? Does she make it fun?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s super hot,” Rainbow admitted quickly enough. “Like I said, she’s amazing with ropes. Every night we’ve tried a different tie. She always makes sure I cum buckets. She's got a pet name for me. And we even have a…”

She broke off, blushing.

“...um. But just because it’s hot doesn’t mean it’s cool. It, like, weirdly doesn’t fit my vibe. Does it?”

Fluttershy laughed. “Rainbow, your vibe is whatever you want it to be. And besides, what you do in private has nothing to do with your public persona, does it?” Rainbow was still frowning, so Fluttershy shifted gears. “Think about it this way. You are cool, right? And awesome, and radical?”

“Duh,” Rainbow said, with a weak grin.

“And you are those things not because of what you do, but because of who you are,” Fluttershy said confidently. “And because you are cool by definition, anything you do is also cool by definition. Because you’re the one doing it. Even submitting sexually to Applejack.”

Rainbow eyed her, eyes narrowed, and opened her mouth to protest.

“No, actually think about it, Rainbow,” Fluttershy said. “You just told me that everypony can find their own way to be cool. Even Twilight Sparkle.”

Rainbow laughed at that.

“But if that’s true, then maybe submitting is perfectly cool, and you’re just feeling insecure and afraid at this new information you’re just discovering?” Fluttershy asked.

Rainbow stared at her, even dipping in midair when she seemingly forgot to flap her wings.

“Um,” she said simply. “M-maybe.”

But Fluttershy could see that she was still thinking things through.

“There’s more to it, though. Maybe I’m bad at being a domme. Whatever. I can accept that. But what if…” She landed, dropping her voice to a whisper. “What if I’m bad at being a sub, too?”

“Rainbow, I’m sure you’re not bad at—”

“But I am!” Rainbow hissed. “I fight her constantly. Sure, I let her tie me up, but I argue and sass back at her, I struggle when she ties me up, I resist, I don’t follow her orders. Like, I can’t help myself. And it’s so much fun, but it’s also a constant struggle between the two of us.”

She sounded worried, but Fluttershy merely nodded. “So?”

“So? So?! Aren’t good subs supposed to… I don’t know, submit?”

Fluttershy laughed. “You need to do some more research, Rainbow. Just like there are all kinds of dommes, there are all kinds of subs.” She’d have to thank Flash Magnus for the long conversation. “Everybody approaches submitting in different ways, even in different scenes.” She scoured the memory of her conversation with Flash. “I think he called what you do being a ‘brat’.”

“A brat?” Rainbow sounded offended.

“You don’t have to call it that if you don’t want to,” Fluttershy said quickly. “I just wanted you to know that there are subs that enjoy the power struggle.” Like they want their domme to earn their submission, rather than simply giving it.”

“So… a competition,” Rainbow mused.

“Right!” Fluttershy said brightly, then lowered her voice conspiratorially. “But one you both know you really are going to lose in the end. Because a good domme makes the losing a lot of fun.”

Rainbow stared at her for a second, then started to chuckle.

“Okay. Okay, Fluttershy, I think I get it. I’ll talk to Flash Magnus, too. You said he knows a lot about all of this, right?” She paused a bit. “Um. You’re on your way to Applejack’s for your next scene, right? Do you mind an addition? A little change of plans?”

“You’re going to join in?” Fluttershy was elated. “Rainbow, that would be wonderful!”

“As long as you don’t mind a brat like me tagging along, I’m there,” Rainbow said.

“Y’all did what?” Applejack demanded, eyes narrowed in feigned outrage. At least Fluttershy hoped it was feigned. “You spilled all of our private sex games to Fluttershy, just like that? Dashie, you should be ashamed.”

Applejack had practically tackled Rainbow as soon as the two of them had stepped into the barn and, after a quick discussion of their plans, had sat on Rainbow while the mare thrashed and squirmed in the straw and dirt.

“Get off, get off me, AJ! I swear I—”

“Oh, I’m gonna get off, Dashie,” Applejack said menacingly, while Fluttershy looked on a little stunned. “And if you wanna get off too, you gotta start behavin’. Starting with what you just called me.”

Rainbow narrowed her eyes and scowled. “AJ.”

Applejack’s hoof descended hard onto Rainbow’s rump, and the loud slap filled the barn.

“AAAAHH!! Ma’am! I mean ma’am.”

“That’s better, Dashie,” Applejack said. Fluttershy realized something; Applejack was using a pet name for Rainbow Dash. She’d used it last night, too. Interesting. “Fluttershy? Grab that rope on the bale, there.”

It wasn’t the usual utility rope that Fluttershy knew Applejack and her family used around the farm. This was much higher quality; soft to her hoof and flexible.

“Wh-what do you think you’re doing?” Rainbow demanded, then winced when Applejack raised her hoof. “M-ma’am! What are you doing, ma’am?”

“Teachin’ ya a lesson,” Applejack said. “Gotta pay for your crimes, Dashie. Startin’ with a smack for everytime ya forget yerself.”

The hoof descended, and Rainbow’s yelp sounded suspiciously like a gasp of pleasure. Fluttershy hid a smirk behind her hoof, and flew over with the rope.

“Here you go, Applejack,” Fluttershy said. The original plan had been a rope session with Applejack. But now, she realized, it was turning into a bit of a domination presentation. Fluttershy didn’t mind taking the assistant’s role here; it would be interesting to see their dynamic first hoof.

“Thanks, Shy.” She dangled the rope in front of Rainbow’s face. “Now, are y’all gonna play nice? Or do we do this the hard way? If’n it were me, I’d show our guest here how much of a good girl I could be.”

That settled it, and Rainbow’s expression shifted to a stubborn smirk. It was a subtle reminder from Applejack that the whole point was to show off the bratty side of submission, and Rainbow was going to play her role.

“I think not,” Rainbow snarled, and thrust up with her hindhooves, toppling Applejack off her and launching into the air.

Fluttershy backed away quickly, even as Applejack dashed after her, rope in hoof. It was incredible how Applejack could tie a lasso, one-hoofed, so quickly, but she did it, and was spinning around even as Rainbow made for the barn door.

Fluttershy was certain that Rainbow could have lifted the bar and escaped, but when she got to the door she swore loudly and tried to fly to the left. It was like an unspoken agreement to keep the game within bounds; of course Rainbow could have flown far out of Applejack’s reach, but that wasn’t the game they were playing today.

“Consarn it, yer only makin’ this harder on yerself!” Applejack cried, and Rainbow blew a raspberry. “Swear to Celestia, I’m gonna tan yer blue hide!”

Fluttershy would have been more worried if both mares weren’t grinning.

What followed was a combination race, game of tag, and wrestling match. Dash darted about the barn, shooting this way and that, while Applejack chased after, trying to catch her in the loop of her lasso. At one point Rainbow flew too low and Applejack lunged, catching a hindhoof and dragging her to the straw-covered dirt floor.

She was a genius with ropes, Fluttershy realized. It took only a moment for Applejack to have Rainbow’s hooves all trussed up in a tight coil of rope. Her wings followed next, with a rope wrapped tightly around Rainbow’s barrel.

“Lucky shot,” Rainbow spat, and yelped when Applejack smacked her flank. “It was…ma’am,” she spat out, but Applejack merely chuckled.

“Sure, y’all keep tellin’ yerself that, whatever ya need to hear,” Applejack said calmly, tossing the loose end of the rope over a rafter. She pulled the other end until there was nearly no slack left, but then paused. “Yellow,” she said, firmly, and glanced back at Fluttershy. Rainbow stopped thrashing for a moment, watching curiously.

“Everything okay?” Fluttershy asked.

“Eeyup,” Applejack said. “Just wanted to take a mo’. Suspension play is really tricky, if ya don’t want an injured sub. Gotta do your ties right, or you get hurt limbs or even worse. This one makes it look like you’re danglin’ by your hooves, but the weight is spread out over the hooves and the barrel.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rainbow said dismissively. “We’ve had this chat every day for the last week, AJ. Don’t worry, I trust you.”

“It ain’t just about trust,” Applejack said frowning. “I know y’all trust me, and I’m grateful. But I still mess up sometimes, so as a reminder. Y’all warn me if you feel any tingling, numbness, or pain.”

“Gonna feel a lot of pain when you start smackin’ my ass,” Rainbow smirked, and Applejack scowled again. Rainbow relented. “I know, I know! I’ll say something. I know the signals.”

“And if yer sass means I gotta gag ya?” Applejack asked.

“I’ll hum. Pinkie’s Smile song,” Rainbow said confidently, and Fluttershy realized this exchange sounded familiar. They were really taking safety seriously, even though Rainbow appeared to be flippant about it.

“Good girl, Dashie,” Applejack said with a nod, and Fluttershy nearly giggled as Rainbow flushed with embarrassed pleasure at the praise. “Not that it’s gonna get you out of yer punishment. Ready to go up?”

“Ready,” Rainbow said.

“You ready Fluttershy?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Kay. Up ya go!”

She yanked hard on the rope and Rainbow Dash was hauled, squirming and thrashing, until she was suspended by her hooves off the ground.

“Hey! Hey, whatchu doin’? Lemme go!” Rainbow protested, back firmly in the scene. Applejack shook her head. “I’ll get out of here eventually, and when I do, you’re toast, AJ!”

“Y’all never learn,” Applejack clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Yer gonna get smacked for that, ya know. Maybe y’all need a hoof, to keep from misbehavin’. Shouldn’t need a crutch, but some ponies just don’t learn. Fluttershy, grab that sack over by where the ropes were.”

The sack was a little heavy, and Fluttershy peeked inside. There was a paddle, of course. More rope. A few handkerchiefs, and something blue. She trotted over to Applejack.

Applejack reached inside to retrieve the bit of blue cloth. It was the same panties she’d had on yesterday. Rainbow’s eyes widened.

“Wore these for the scene yesterday, and then some today. They got nice and wet.”

“Those’re mine!” Rainbow protested.

“That I won from you, fair and square. But sure, you want ‘em back? Fine.”

“Wha—”

Applejack was quick as lightning, shoving the balled up panties into Rainbow’s mouth. Rainbow’s eyes went wide with fury, and she was clearly trying to spit them out, but Applejack’s hoof on her muzzle stopped her. With another hoof she retrieved a strip of cloth, quickly tying a cleave gag and trapping the panties inside.

“There. Happy now? Got a smile for me?”

It was an implicit invitation to use her safety signal if she wanted, Fluttershy realized. And Rainbow clearly knew it too, though she merely scowled and sputtered angrily at Applejack.

“Fair ‘nough,” Applejack said philosophically. “Time to punish ya, then. Y’all were gettin’ mighty free with my name, not callin’ me right. And then there was that silliness of tryin’ to avoid your rightful punishment. Fluttershy, you wanna watch or help?”

“Um.” Striking a sub was a boundary for her.

“Y’all don’t gotta if ya don’t wanna,” Applejack said. “And I’ll be doin’ the spankin’ so don’t you worry about that.” She narrowed her eyes at Rainbow. “Cuz she did earn plenty o’ that.”

“I’ll help,” Fluttershy said, after some consideration. Just because Rainbow wanted the punishment didn’t mean she wanted to be the one to give it. But she didn’t mind participating, not really.

“Good. Y’all grab this rope here and spin her in a circle, slowly,” Applejack said, giving the suspended Rainbow a nudge with one hoof. Rainbow swayed back and forth, growling and sputtering in her gag. “Every time her cute little butt faces me, I’ll give her a little kiss.”

She pulled a long wooden paddle out of the sack. She didn't mean the kind of kiss with lips, Fluttershy noted with a smirk.

“Then we keep going until I decide she’s learned. Let’s start with ten, see where we are.”

Fluttershy didn’t quite understand, but she nodded, taking hold of the rope. She started to walk in a circle, and Rainbow twisted and thrashed, trying vainly to escape. Her long rainbow tail dragged in the dirt as she spun.

“Prepare yourself, Dashie,” Applejack said, rearing back with the paddle in one hoof.

“MMMFF! MM! HMM!! HHHMMMMFF!” Rainbow shouted.

But her protests didn’t change a thing. As soon as her hindquarters, complete with thrashing tail, were pointed at Applejack, she struck, swatting the paddle down on Rainbow’s rump.

“MMMMHHHHFFFF!” Rainbow screamed again.

“That’s one,” Applejack said smugly, and Fluttershy felt herself growing wet. She kept rotating Rainbow around again. The rope was twisting above her, and Fluttershy shot a questioning look at Applejack. Applejack simply rotated her hoof in the air and nodded.

“MMMPH!” Rainbow screamed.

“That’s two.”

“EEEEMMMPH!”

“Three, Dashie.”

Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten. Each strike drew out a symphony of cries from Rainbow, and a sympathetic pulse of arousal from Fluttershy.

By the time Fluttershy pulled her around for the tenth strike, Rainbow was crying from both ends, her marehood drooling between two paddled-red flanks.

“You learned your lesson?” Applejack drawled.

“Mmmhmmm…” Rainbow said slowly.

“Not yet you ain’t. Fluttershy, let her go. And step back.”

Rainbow realized what was about to happen just as Fluttershy let go. “Mmphf? EMMM!! NNNNPHH!!!”

But it was too late. The twists in the rope began to untwist, and Rainbow spun around in a dizzying spiral. She screamed into her gag in alarm and dismay.

It took a few seconds for the rope to untwist. By that point Rainbow’s expression was dazed and overwhelmed.

“The paddlin’ was for failin’ to call me right,” Applejack said. “The spinnin’ was for tryin’ to escape. Got anything to say to me now?”

Carefully Applejack untied the gag, and Rainbow immediately spit out the panties.

“Do your worst, AJ,” Rainbow shot out. Her voice sounded weak and dizzy, and her eyes wouldn’t focus, but her smile was confident.

“Up to you,” Applejack said, shoving the panties back in and re-tying the gag. “Fluttershy, spin ‘er up again.”

“RRRMMMPH!”

Fluttershy hesitated. “Um, are you…”

“MPH!”

“...okay, Rainbow. You asked for it.”

“Eeyup,” Applejack said with a laugh, as Fluttershy started to twist her up again. “That’s how she works. Always lookin’ to push her limits to the max. She wants me to test her until she can’t take no more. And consarn it, I love doin’ it. Hold her right there, Shy…her buns ain’t red enough no more.”

“MMPH!!!”

After five more swats, Fluttershy let her spin again. Then there was more spanking.

On the third rotation, they took the gag off again.

“How’s yer attitude, sugarcube?” Applejack asked.

“P-please,” Rainbow stammered. “N-no more sp-spinning…”

“The spinnin’s too much, but not the spankin’?” Applejack laughed. “Sure ‘nough. You wanna avoid more punishment, you know what you gotta do.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am! I’m sorry I forgot to use your title!”

“Ya are? Than why’d ya do it in the first place?”

“B-because…” Rainbow’s eyes shot to Fluttershy, and a hint of a grin graced her muzzle. “B-because I’m a brat, she said. I’m a brat who craves attention! I crave your touch!”

“So y’all misbehave so that I’ll spank ya, just because you want my hoof on ya?” Applejack said, shaking her head sadly. “Pathetic.”

Rainbow shook her head. “N-no…”

“It’s not true?” Applejack raised the paddle again.

“Y-yes!” Rainbow yelped. “It’s true! I’m pathetic!”

“Well, if all you wanted was to be touched, y’all coulda asked.”

“Please! Ma’am, I’m… I’m so horny! Touch me! Please!”

“Hmm…” Applejack leaned in close, her muzzle close to Rainbow’s. “Nah.”

And she shoved the gag back in place.

“MMMPH! MMM! MMMNNNMM!”

“But…” Applejack held up a hoof. “Doesn’t mean Fluttershy can’t. Maybe you should ask her.”

Rainbow’s eyes shot to Fluttershy, and she jerked her head around. Her thrashing made her sway and dance. “Mmmm! MHPHHH!! NNNFF!”

“What’s that, Rainbow?” Fluttershy asked, grinning. “Something you want?”

Rainbow bounced in her bonds, managing to thrust her nethers towards the both of them.Fluttershy looked to Applejack, who merely sat back against a hay bale and, spreading her legs, began to casually stroke herself with a hoof, her eyes closed.

“Well, okay. You didn’t disrespect me, after all. I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

She flitted her wings to move right between Rainbow’s hindhooves, leaning down to her helpless exposed marehood.

Rainbow was drenched, her marecum dripping down past her ponut to soak her dock and tail.

“Mmm. Looks tasty. Mind if I take a lick?” Fluttershy giggled. “Of course you don’t.” And she dove in tongue first.

The ecstatic noises that came from behind Rainbow’s gag reminded Fluttershy of the very first day of the month where she’d beaten Rainbow in the orgasm race. She leaned up to look her in the eye, licking the tangy marecum off her lips.

“You know, Rainbow, if you cum before Applejack, I’ll give you a special reward,” she said slyly. Rainbow lifted her exhausted head, eyes wide. Fluttershy glanced behind her to see Applejack’s sly smirk. Suddenly Applejack’s masturbation became much more frantic.

“MMHMM!” Rainbow demanded, thrusting herself up at Fluttershy. Fluttershy laughed and lowered herself again, her tongue going to work on Rainbow’s clit.

In the end, Rainbow was just too worked up to lose that race. She spasmed and tensed in her bonds, screaming loud enough that Fluttershy was sure they heard her back in the farmhouse. Fluttershy didn’t stop, tongue dancing about her folds even as she came right onto Fluttershy’s muzzle. She kept pleasuring her until Rainbow’s orgasm stopped and she slumped, limp, in her bonds.

“Ah… ah, Fluttershy, that was hotter than a kirin in estrus,” Applejack said. “I’m so close I could… I… I could… aahhhh…AAAAAHHH!”

Applejack pressed her hoof hard into her marehood, and leaned back against the hay bale as she came. When she finally came down and opened her eyes, Fluttershy beckoned her over.

“C’mere,” she said softly. “I think you have a loving sub who needs some kisses. And me too,” she finished with a laugh.

Applejack was more than happy to oblige.

Rainbow and Applejack both insisted that Fluttershy be in the middle of the cuddle pile they shared in Applejack’s room. She felt warm and safe piled in between the two mares, and couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

“So…” Rainbow said. “About that reward you promised me for winning the race."

“Yes,” Fluttershy said, not even opening her eyes. “A real treat, I think. You’ll enjoy it.”

“What?” Rainbow demanded, but Applejack chuckled. At least she could sense the mischievousness in Fluttershy’s tone.

“In a few days,” Fluttershy said, “the kink I’ll be trying involves chastity belts and orgasm denial. And I think we found the perfect bratty sub who would love to test it out with!”

"Woah, nelly," Applejack laughed, sounding aroused and excited.

Rainbow’s whimper was full of both fear and anticipation.

10-Favor/Trust

“Thanks fer agreein’ ta meet us,” Braeburn said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with a hoof, before pausing to adjust his hat. “Um. I know it’s a little awkward but I’m hopin’ we can do each other a favor. Uh, ya see…well…”

“Just rip off the bandage, Bray,” Sunburst said, also looking rather embarrassed. “We accidentally stumbled on something we weren’t meant to see. It’s a bit of a long story, but Bray’s cousin Applejack and Rainbow Dash were… uh…”

“I can guess what they were getting up to,” Fluttershy said with a little smile when Sunburst faltered. “Just how tied up was Rainbow Dash?”

Both stallions gave a little chuckle. Fluttershy was blushing herself, but it was worth it to have broken the ice.

“The point is, we got to talkin' 'bout it, and they mentioned the little… project y’all had goin’ on. So I was thinkin’ mayhaps y’all might be the right pony to help us out with a little adventure we wanted ta tackle,” Braeburn said.

“No obligation!” Sunburst cut in quickly. “We know we’re asking something… odd. But Applejack and Rainbow both said you might be open to it.”

“Open to what?”

“Well, see, we need a spotter. Somepony to help keep us safe. We, uh, well, we have a list of our own. A bucket list, not a kink list like yours. But kinda the same concept. And one of the items on the list is, well…on a cloud.”

“But you’re an earth pony and a unicorn,” Fluttershy noted.

“I can cast a cloud-walking spell, and levitation,” Sunburst noted. “What we need is somepony willing to…well, watch. In case I lose my concentration, or the spell fades, or something else goes wrong. A pegasus.”

“And it’d have to be somepony who’s a bit of a voyeur, who'd be okay... watchin',” Braeburn noted.

Fluttershy considered. Braeburn was gorgeous in a muscly, hunky way, and Sunburst had a sort of sweet nerdy charm. Watching the two of them get hot and heavy on a cloud…

She swallowed, feeling suddenly flushed. She wished she could fan herself with Braeburn's hat. She’d never considered herself a voyeur before, but now…maybe it was worth looking into. “And you two wouldn’t mind somepony watching?”

Both stallions blushed bright red. Sunburst shook his head. “N-no. It’d be just fine.”

Exhibitionists, then, but embarrassed about it. Fluttershy smiled reassuringly. “No need to feel ashamed. I just want everypony to have fun.”

Both stallions looked relieved and happy.

“So how do we, uh…” Braeburn waved a hoof vaguely.

As it turned out, the easiest way to get started had been for Fluttershy to gather plenty of cloud material, enough to make a ‘bed’ five or six times the size of a princess-sized mattress.

Both stallions had left their customary attire at home, for safety reasons, and while it did make sense to Fluttershy, she was a little amused at her own disappointment. Sunburst was so cute with his glasses, after all, and Braeburn's hat was almost as much a part of him as Applejack's was to her.

Sunburst cast the spell on the both of them, and with nervous expressions and timid hooves they stepped onto the cloud matter. Fluttershy giggled when the two normally ground-bound stallions’ faces lit up at the sensation.

“It’s like… cotton candy on my hooves!” Sunburst marveled. “And springy.” He bounced up and down a few times, his expression delighted, like a foal’s.

“Careful with that,” Fluttershy warned. “Bounce too much and it will start to rain, and lose mass. Then we’ll have to find more cloud.”

“Oh,” he deflated a little, before going back to curiously nudging the cloud with a hoof. “I was sure it would be wet.”

“It is,” Fluttershy said. “But your magic is repelling the water. It’s the same for us. We can turn it on and off at will. It’s an instinct thing, but that’s how we can break up clouds.”

Sunburst looked like he wanted to take notes, but Braeburn nudged his rump with a hoof. “How long does the spell last?”

“Four hours,” he said. “Long enough for even a few sessions.”

The two of them blushed again, and Fluttershy giggled. They were so cute. But now for the hard part; Fluttershy had never been much of an athlete, and this would require a bit of effort.

“I’m going to fly us up over Saddle Lake. It’ll still be high enough for your list, but if something terrible happens I’d rather be over water. You can both swim, right?” They nodded. “Okay. Don’t move around a lot while we’re in transit, please.” Then paused, smirking a little. “Kissing and cuddling is probably just fine, though.”

She flew over to the edge of the cloud and braced her hooves. With a grunt of effort she started to fly. It was not as heavy as she thought it would be; the clouds, of course, weighed almost nothing. But there were two full-grown stallions on board her little contrivance, and that made it hard enough. Saddle Lake wasn’t that far outside of town, though, so Fluttershy figured it would only take about ten minutes.

She glanced up at the couple, grinning when she realized they’d taken her advice. They were facing each other, with Braeburn laying on his back and Sunburst on top. Their lips and tongues danced with each other. Sunburst was letting out little needful noises as he kissed his coltfriend.

As they moved together, Fluttershy could see glimpses of the emerging anatomy smooshed between them. This was going to be a lot of fun to watch. “You know, I’m probably not the only pegasus in the sky today.” Her comment fell on deaf, distracted ears.

Still, she had to focus on her task, and not the increasingly intriguing noises coming from the cloud. She pushed hard, as much to get them out of the town and away from too many prying eyes as it was to get to their destination more quickly.

The lake looked cold and pristine; completely devoid of ponies, as Fluttershy had been sure it would be. A few months ago there would have been swimmers, but the autumn weather made it far too cold to swim. Once the cloud was right over the lake, she moved underneath it and raised it to their desired altitude. High enough for a hint of danger, they’d asked. That, and to not accidentally startle anypony might not want to see what they were doing.

With that, Fluttershy found another small, nearby cloud and dragged it over, settling down to watch.

To make sure they were safe, of course.

Braeburn and Sunburst were lost in their own world. Both were now fully erect, with their cocks emerged from their sheaths. Sunburst’s was orange, with mottling the same color as his own lighter orange spots. Braeburn’s was a dark purple that seemed to contrast nicely with his own fur. The tips were slick with precum.

Fluttershy licked her lips.

When they’d been discussing logistics, they’d told Fluttershy that they didn’t mind if she clopped off while watching them, but she’d declined. She was there for an important safety job. Of course she’d enjoy herself watching, but she had to be focused.

There was always later if she needed to give herself some relief.

Later, and a not-so-little box she had stuffed under her bed.

“I have to taste you,” Sunburst said, the need in his voice palpable. They were turning, Fluttershy realized. Sunburst was, at least. Braeburn stayed where he was, his eyes glazed with lust. Eventually Sunburst was standing over him, facing Braeburn’s erect pillar, while his own dangled just above Braeburn’s face.

With no other foreplay, Sunburst opened his muzzle and swallowed Braeburn with a loud, needy ‘glk’. He got halfway down the shaft, just over the ring, before he stopped and pulled back up again. Braeburn gasped, and reached up with his hooves to pull Sunburst down so he was laying on top of his coltfriend. Braeburn buried his muzzle in Sunburst’s dangling sack, tongue darting out to pleasure and worship.

Fluttershy realized she hadn’t tried a sixty-nine yet. Her marehood tingled with desire as she watched the scene in front of her, but she denied herself, instead sitting like a loaf on her own cloud.

Sunburst went back down again, burying another couple inches of horsecock in his throat. Each time he swallowed Braeburn’s length, Braeburn grunted in pleasure. He kept one hoof on Sunburst’s flank, but the other moved over to Sunburts’s cock stroking. His motions were gentle but fast, and Sunburst began to writhe at the touch.

Both stallions began thrusting their hips after a few minutes. Braeburn finally let Sunburst stretch his legs out a little, so he could get a better grip with his hooves. Sunbursts’ balls rested on Braeburn’s chin while Braeburn stroked him off with two hooves.

“Y-your throat is s-so tight,” Braeburn cooed. “I…umph… not gonna last l-long.”

Sunburst laughed, making his throat convulse and Braeburn grunt, eyes rolling back.

“Where…y’all want it?” Braeburn whispered. At that, Sunburst lifted up off him so that only the tip of Braeburn’s cock was in his mouth. A glow surrounded his horn, and Fluttershy’s eyes went wide as Braeburn’s cock was surrounded by the same twinkling glow.

Braeburn paused, distracted from his own task, and threw his head back with a long moan. His cock spasmed and twitched, and she saw Sunburst’s cheeks bulge and his throat convulse as he quickly tried to swallow. It wasn’t enough. After the fourth spasm of Braeburn’s pillar, a spurt of white splashed down Sunburst’s chin, matting his little goatee.

Sunburst finally had to come up for air, a movement that earned him a pair of white splashes across his muzzle. He paused, gasping for breath, but Braeburn had recovered enough to counter. He lifted his muzzle enough to pay some loving attention to Sunburst’s sack with his own wet tongue, while frantically jerking him off with both hooves. Before long Sunburst cried out, cum dripping from his slack jaw, as he, too, spurted his release.

White cream covered Braeburn’s stomach, erupting from Sunburst’s cock in a voluminous, sticky spray. Fluttershy shuddered with arousal as she watched the ropes fire out, coating the earth pony’s tan fur.

The urge to touch herself grew. Fluttershy stayed strong.

With shaky legs, Sunburst climbed off of Braeburn, flopping back on his haunches as he caught his breath. His cock still dripped, the last few drops trailing white as they oozed onto the cloud. Suddenly he blinked, looking at the slimy mess he’d made on his coltfriend.

“H-here, let me…” he moved forward with a hoof, as if to offer to somehow clean up his own foal batter.

“Nah. I know y’all like it when you mark me as yours,” Braeburn whispered, and pulled Sunburst back down, this time for a passionate kiss.

Fluttershy shuddered as she watched the two of them share Braeburn’s cum between them, even as Sunburst's cum smeared between their stomachs. Cum play was definitely going on the list to try sometime later. She wasn’t close enough to smell the musk that surely radiated off of the two of them, but she could imagine, and the imagining made her pussy wink.

Still, she stayed strong.

“What ya want next?” Braeburn asked, breaking the kiss enough to talk. There was a string of mixed saliva and cum between their lips. Sunburst gulped.

“Inside. I want to be inside you.” There was naked need in his voice, and Braeburn let out a small chuckle.

“Whatever ya wish, lover,” he said softly, and turned so that he was on all four hooves again. His tail was flagged high.

Sunburst stared for a moment, admiring the perfectly toned flanks, complete with just enough hard muscle, as well as the puffy ponut underneath a swaying tail. But instead of mounting up as Fluttershy had half expected, he dove in tongue first.

"Need to make sure you're ready for me," Sunburst explained smugly when Braeburn first yelped, then sighed in pleasure.

"I'm always ready for ya, Sunny," Braeburn said.

It was such an oddly cute moment for Fluttershy, and she found herself wishing she had one of her own friends here. Not necessarily for sexual relief (though it would have been nice) but for the kind of casual affection they had for each other.

Sunburst only licked for a few moments; getting Braeburn's pucker nice and lubed, Fluttershy imagined. It wasn't long before he reared up, placing his forehooved on Braeburn's flanks while he lined up his still-damp cock with the warm entrance presented to him.

"Deep breath," Sunburst muttered, but Braeburn laughed.

"Listen, Sunny. I ain't no shrinkin' violet, and I ain't weak. I want ya to give it to me, hard, and not stop until…. aaaaAAAAHHHH!"

Sunburst had taken him at his word and thrust in hard, making Braeburn cry out.

"S-sorry! Did I—"

"Nothin' doin', lover. Ya did just what I wanted. I'm just always surprised at how nice it feels to have ya in there."

Sunburst blushed, giving a shy grin, and began to move, solid powerful thrusts of his hips, his hooves gripping Braeburn's flanks and squeezing, pulling them together each time with solid smacks of flesh on flesh.

"Y-yeah, like that, colt," Braeburn sighed. "Rut me, stud."

"Y-yes sir!" Sunburst stammered brightly, going at his task with gusto. Soon the air was full of grunts and whinnies, and both stallions were panting wildly.

"I'm going to make you come before me this time, Brae," Sunburst said.

Braeburn laughed. "Sunny, you're the one in me. I'd bet ya ten bits ya spurt before I'm even halfway."

It was safe bet, Fluttershy thought. Sunburst's eyes were glazed, and his rhythm was faltering. Braeburn, while still moaning and gasping his pleasure, was still in control.

But then she saw Sunburst grit his teeth and focus his gaze. “You’re on,” he muttered. Right in time with a particularly hard thrust, one that had his own sack bouncing against Braeburn’s, he lunged forward and bit Braeburn’s ear. At the same time his horn ignited, and Fluttershy saw a sparkling glow, just like before, surround Braeburn’s cock.

Braeburn brayed like a donkey at the sudden stimulation, and his eyes rolled back as he came, hard. His cock twitched as it sprayed white onto the cloud beneath him, spurt after spurt of ecstasy. It seemed to go on and on, one rope following the other.

Fluttershy bit her lip.

Hard.

Sunburst followed soon after, probably only seconds, his own orgasm filling Braeburn’s bowels until a few small spurts leaked out around the seal made by Sunburst’s cock and Braeburn’s puffy ring.

Finally Sunburst slumped back, grinning, to catch his breath. Braeburn looked back at Sunburst with a mock-scowl.

“That weren’t fair,” he said.

“Wasn’t fair,” Sunburst corrected. “And it certainly was; you were the one who failed to dictate the terms of the bet, and the rules of engagement. Besides, I felt you cum. Tell me you didn’t love it and I”ll call you a liar.”

Braeburn’s scowl became a huff of amusement, and he waved a hoof. “C’mere, you. Wanna cuddle you a bit while we rest up fer round three.”

In the end, both stallions ran out of steam after about three hours. When they asked Fluttershy about clean up, shooting worried glances about just how much semen they’d left behind in the cloud (and perhaps considering what might happen if that cloud happened to rain somewhere, Fluttershy merely laughed.

“Don’t worry. I”ll dissolve the cloud in the lake. But you two should go home and clean up.”

Flying close enough to push the cloud down to the ground meant she was close enough to smell the sheer maleness that the two stallions were covered in, and it was not doing her horniness any favors.

“We will. We have a double date tonight,” Sunburst said, and Braeburn groaned.

“How could I forget?” he sighed.

“Be nice. You like Starlight, and Trixie’s not that bad.”

“Gonna havta disagree. Uh, great and powerfully.”

Fluttershy hid a giggle behind a hoof. “You two have fun.”

“Any plans for your afternoon?” Sunburst asked politely.

Fluttershy nodded. “Yes. I’m meeting up with a friend.”

She didn’t necessarily need to tell them that the friend made of silicone, and lived in a box under her bed.

Also it vibrated.

And was ‘size XL’.

She barely managed to wave politely before zooming off home, tail firmly hiding the way her pussy winked as she fled.

Author's Note

Thank you, Kai the Changeling, for giving me the idea for the pairing.

Braeburn makes a cute power bottom, and Sunburst is always a delight.

...I should really finish my Sunburst x Sombra erotic story someday...

11-Chastity/Reward

“So, darlings, what do you think dear Cadance wants to see us about?” Rarity asked at the four other ponies seated in the throne room.

“Dunno,” Applejack said. “Don’ think it’s an emergency, though. Least not too urgent, or she woulda asked us up to the Empire.”

“Have we ever gone to the Empire without it being an emergency? Or a catastrophe? A calamity, maybe?” Pinkie asked.

Twilight shook her head. “Can we not jinx this meeting before it even starts?”

Quietly Fluttershy agreed. It would be nice to visit the Empire without chaos, destruction, massive major sporting events, or inclement weather.

The doors to the throne room flew open and Cadance arrived in a flurry of excited energy. She was dressed in a Rarity original; a creamy white strapless dress that went all the way to her hindhooves, though a rather high slit on the side exposed a hint of her cutie mark. It was deliberately flirtatious, Fluttershy thought, and it reminded her of what Twilight had once said about Princess Cadance’s open marriage… and her preference for multiple partners.

“Is everypony here?” Cadance asked in a bright, cheery tone. “Good. I…” She glanced around, then frowned. “Where’s Rainbow Dash?”

“Dashie’s… around,” Applejack said vaguely, though her grin was predatory. Fluttershy giggled, and Twilight rolled her eyes with a smirk. The three of them knew exactly where Rainbow Dash was.

“She…” Cadance blinked, then her eyes went unfocused for a moment. Finally she smiled knowingly. “Ah. She’s a part of today’s game, I take it? What is today’s kink?”

“Chastity and rewards,” Fluttershy said, while Rarity and Pinkie looked both confused and amused. They hadn’t been in on Rainbow’s current predicament. “Don’t worry. She’ll join us when she’s… ready. It shouldn’t be long.”

“I see,” Cadance said. “Truthfully it’s related to why I wanted to see you. To check in, first, though anypony can see you’ve been enjoying yourselves.”

“You can?” Fluttershy asked, blushing.

“Well, maybe not anypony,” Cadance admitted. “But I can tell that the bonds between all of you are strengthening, even though the method may be a little… unorthodox.”

Applejack was perhaps the only pony in the room who didn’t blush at that.

“And since you’ve all been exploring your sexuality in Fluttershy’s experiment, I thought I’d come extend an invitation. See, I’ve been working on a project. It’s like an escape room; you’re all familiar with those, right?”

“Oh, yes!” Pinkie cheered. “We nearly beat the record for the one we did in Manehatten!”

Applejack snorted. “Don’t bring that up with Rainbow, though. She’s still salty about the song.”

The rest of them laughed, except Cadance, who just looked confused.

“Anyhow,” she continued, when nopony volunteered the story. “What I’m building is much larger than a single room. It’s an ‘Escape Mansion’, really. And it’s adult in nature. Very adult. It’s less about puzzles and more about traps and sneaking. And the consequences for failure are, well, sexual in nature. Basically a long-term BDSM game involving cleverness, competition, and the potential for reward, if you can succeed. All fully consensual, of course.”

The five ponies in the room went silent to digest that for a bit, a silence only broken when the door bounced open again.

“Damnit! Who designed these things, I can barely move!”

Every eye turned to see Rainbow Dash, dressed from head to toe in a prench maid outfit. It was the traditional black and white, complete with copious amounts of lace and a scandalously short skirt that showed off her white socks… and the pink panties she had on underneath. On her wings she balanced two trays, each one full of snacks.

She colored, though, as soon as she realized every eye was on her, and she slunk to the table.

“Is that how a good maid talks, Dashie?” Applejack asked. “Don’ reckon it is. Try again. Maybe y’all can thank Fluttershy for her great idea.”

“B-but…” Rainbow eyed Princess Cadance.

“Oh, don’t you mind me for a second, Miss Dash,” Cadance said. From her tone and expression she was thoroughly charmed by the outfit. “Just go on about whatever you were up to. Are those finger sandwiches?”

“Uh, yeah. Egg salad with pickled carrots. I made ‘em,” she said proudly, but Applejack scowled at her. “Um, I mean, I made ‘em, Your Highness.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—” Cadance began.

“Beggin’ yer pardon, Cadance,” Applejack said. “But my Dashie’s tryin’ to learn a bit about manners and proper speech. So she does have to… ‘specially if she ever wants those panties to come off.”

“Panties?” Cadance looked intrigued.

“Dashie? Why don’t y’all come on over and tell everypony what we got goin’ on today.”

Rainbow blushed, and Fluttershy watched her rub her thighs together, but she followed the order. She made sure to drop the snacks off on the map table, though, which earned her a pleased nod from Applejack.

“Fluttershy had this idea for puttin’ an enchantment on a pair of panties,” Rainbow said, her cheeks crimson. “Um. While they’re on they stop me from…”

Her eyes darted to Cadance, then back to Applejack. “Do I have to?” she whined.

“Y’all know the rules.” A subtle reminder. She could get out of any game by saying her safeword, Fluttershy knew.

“...they stop me from cumming,” Rainbow said finally, and Cadance let out a little squeal of delight.

“Fluttershy’s idea? How did she make it work? What are the enchantments?”

“Um,” Fluttershy was compelled to speak up. “It may have been my idea, but it was Twilight that did most of the work.”

“Well, you did supply the actual panties,” Twilight said, grinning.

Cadance made sure to look rather closely, causing Rainbow to squirm. “That does make sense. I didn’t think Rainbow Dash would wear panties that pink.” Rainbow’s face burned with humiliation and arousal. “Obviously we’ve graduated to some degree of public kink play here, girls. And I am gratified to know that safety precautions are in place. They are, right?”

Applejack was going to speak up, but Rainbow beat her to it. “I have a word that can end this at any time, Highness,” she said, shooting a grin at Cadance. Her face was still red with embarrassment. “Not gonna happen. I’m tough enough.”

“Oh?” Cadance said, eyes wide with glee. “Than maybe we should test that a little. Applejack? Or should I say, Mistress Applejack? Do I have your permission to test your sub, and the robustness of Twilight’s enchantments?”

“Jus’ Applejack is fine, Cadance,” Applejack said. “Dunno about this ‘mistress’ stuff. Dashie calls me AJ when she wants a spankin’, and ma’am when she wants anythin’ else. An’ you c’n go right ahead, ‘s long ‘s ya don’t hurt her.”

“Oh, I imagine my tests will be quite pleasant,” Cadance said, and her horn blazed to life.

Suddenly Rainbow Dash let out a cry, and her hind hooves buckled as she fell flat on her haunches. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned, filling the room with her lewd pleasure. Fluttershy could see her flanks jiggling rhythmically.

“Oh! W-what are…h-how…” Rainbow stammered, trying to rise and failing.

“Spell of my own design. I call it the ‘Triple Threat’. A combination telekinesis and hard-light spell, used on ponies with a vagina and a clit. It feels like a toy in your slit, one in your anus, and a third right at your clit, buzzing away. Impossible to cast on yourself, because of the concentration required. But cast on anypony else and they’re a drooling mess at your hooves within minutes. If Twilight’s enchantment really can keep Rainbow from cumming, we’ll know soon enough.”

But then she turned back to everypony else, in that moment ignoring Rainbow and the way she squirmed and bucked on the ground.

“Setting that aside for a bit, though, I want to ask for my favor. See, this sex game resort I’ve designed needs some playtesting. So I was wondering if I could invite all of you up for a few days, to see if everything works the way it should.”

Rarity took a cue from Cadance, tearing her eyes from Rainbow as well and turning to the Princess of Love. “It does sound intriguing, darling, but I’d need to know more.”

Fluttershy nodded.

“Well, it’s a roleplay scenario,” Cadance said. “You will play as prisoners of a wicked baroness who has trapped you in her pleasure palace. You need to escape, avoiding her traps, as well as her staff of hunky guardstallions and cutesy femcolt maids, or else you will be turned forever into her love slaves.” Cadance tittered. “Well, if by ‘forever’ I mean until the end of the resort stay, or until you safeword. In order to escape you’ll need to overcome her devious and lustful traps and security measures, most of which will include some kind of bondage.”

“I’ll go,” Fluttershy said without hesitation, quickly enough that the rest of them stared at her a second before Twilight laughed.

“Me too,” she said, but then hesitated “Um. You’re involved, right? What about my brother?”

“He has his own game he’s setting up,” Cadance admitted. “Only instead of hunky colts his escape mansion has succubus mares and monster girls. I’m sure you are welcome to try that one someday, too, but I won the coin toss so I get to ask you all first.”

“I’ll skip that one,” Twilight said, but many of the others looked intrigued.

“Yeah…yeah, that’s niiice. Right there. Right…r-right there. Y-yeah,” Rainbow moaned from her spot on the floor.

Nopony paid her any mind.

“Any good competition contains risks, which you’ve explained,” Twilight mused, “but also rewards.” She paused, leaving the statement open ended.

“When I open my attraction to the public, there may be monetary or physical rewards,” Cadance said. “But you six are special. And I adore the cute little game Fluttershy has come up with.”

Her eyes met Fluttershy’s, and Fluttershy blushed, feeling small under the intensity of that gaze. Small, but not… unwanted or unwelcome. There was a hunger there.

“So I’ll say this. Anypony who gets out of my escape mansion gets to do with me whatever they will for an entire day and night, barring permanent injury. Whatever fantasy you might have had with either myself or Shining Armor, who also agreed to this condition, we’ll make it happen.”

The room was absolutely silent for a few seconds after that. It was Rainbow that broke it.

“Ungh. Yeah. Yeah, please. Please. R-right there! I’m… I’m almost…”

Rainbow’s eyes went wide and suddenly she wailed, filling the room with her dismay.

“NOOOOO! B-but I was… I was…”

“Hush, Dashie,” Applejack cut in. “Others’re talkin’.”

“B-but…”

“Hush, or I’ll gag ya. Don’ you have tea to fetch?”

Rainbow’s jaw worked noiselessly, until finally she retreated, a flushed expression on her muzzle. Fluttershy turned to watch her go, eyes locked on her swaying flanks… and on the damp spot on her pink panties.

“I knew you were all exploring kinks,” Cadance said softly as soon as Rainbow was out of earshot. “But I hadn’t expected one of you to embrace things so quickly.”

“Many of us had explored certain… fetishes before,” Rarity said softly. “But dear Fluttershy is opening our minds and our hearts to worlds we’d only ever fantasized about.”

Fluttershy shrunk down at the sudden flood of gazes. “I’m just… doing some exploring, that’s all,” she said shyly. “Um. Can we get back on topic?” And the attention away from her, hopefully.

“That’s about all I had to say,” Cadance said. “If I say any more about the challenges or the consequences for failure, it’ll spoil the surprise. Of course if you do agree I’ll note down any specific boundaries you may have, but be aware that failure will likely mean just what you’d expect for a love slave of a wicked baroness. And You don’t need to decide now; just because Fluttershy and Twilight are willing doesn’t mean the rest of you have to go if you do not wish.”

“I’d love ta,” Applejack said with a sigh. “But this’s my busiest season. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’m firmly on the ‘supply’ end of the bondage scale. Dashie ‘n I figured that out pretty quick. If you had a spot as one of the villains, maybe.”

“Perhaps you’d like to play the Baroness someday?” Cadance offered with a lustful smile, and Applejack blinked before grinning.

“Mayhap, Princess,” she said with a chuckle.

“I don’t think I can come, either,” Pinkie said, deflating. “I have three birthday parties in the next four days. But I’d take a raincheck! It sounds like a great party, and whether you win or lose, you still win!”

“That’s the idea,” Cadance said. “And I’d be happy to have either of you at any time.”

“I think… I can manage,” Rarity said finally, her cheeks pink. “How many days?”

“Three, for the whole proper scenario,” Cadance said. “That includes extensive aftercare.”

Rarity smiled. “I can manage, then. Oooh, this will be exciting, won’t it?”

The door opened again, and Rainbow entered. Her hooves were shaking, but she managed not to spill the teapot she carried by the handle in her mouth, or the tea set she had balanced on her back, with wings spread. Without a word, she set them both down deftly on the table.

“W-would anypony like t-tea?” she asked, her voice quavering, sounding more demure and submissive than Fluttershy had ever seen her before.

Everypony stared.

“W-what?”

“Y’all don’t act that meek unless y’all want somethin’,” Applejack said, deadpan. “Fess up.”

“Ma’am, I wanna cum,” Rainbow said. “Twilight’s spell works, okay? We tested it enough. Ca—Princess Cadance tested it. I tested it earlier today with my hoof. It’s been hours. I know you said if I waited the results would be better than ever and I believe you but it’s been hours and I’m so fucking horny that I just can’t take much longer and ma’am please can I cum?”

“Maybe. Ya heard what we were talking about?”

“Yeah, yeah, sex games, some kinda escape room, somewhere up north, whatever. PLEASE, ma’am…”

Applejack tapped her chin with a hoof. “What do y’all think? I can’t be there. Shy? Twi? Rares? Y’all mind takin’ care of my needy sub for a few days?”

“Rainbow is welcome to join us,” Twilight said. “If she’s interested.”

“Sure, whatever, as long as I—”

“I think,” Applejack said, “that y’all can get what ya want, sugarcube. Escape Princess Cadance’s little mansion, and when it’s all over y’all can cum as much as ya want.”

“I can? I CAN? Thank you, ma’am.”

Rainbow darted over and crushed Applejack with a tight hug, which Applejack returned with a chuckle. But then something seemed to dawn on Rainbow, and she pulled back.

“Um, how long is this supposed to take, anyways?”

“Three days,” Applejack said casually. Rainbow’s face exploded in a thousand emotions; denial, anger, pleading. But Applejack put a hoof over her mouth before she could retort. “Think y’all are up to the challenge?”

Rainbow breathed hard for a few seconds, before finally a strained but determined smile spread over her muzzle. “You bet I am, ma’am. Three days is nothin’.”

Fluttershy tried, and failed, to hold back her giggle. Just seconds before Rainbow had been begging. A second wind, perhaps?

“I’ll beat this thing so hard nopony’ll ever break my record.”

“And if you don’t,” Pinkie said brightly, “you’ll be so bucked senseless you won’t even care about losing!”

This time everypony laughed at the expression Rainbow made.

Author's Note

Okay so-

This chapter was a little narrative heavy. Lemme explain.

This story has been really hard to write. Most of all is the deadlines. It's insane to put out stories this quick, and I'm sure the quality has slipped on occasion. The original intent was for each chapter to be it's own standalone narrative. It's still the plan, but the idea I had for the next bit was just too good, and too big for a single chapter.

So the next two or three chapters will all be linked together narratively, a single event. And I know that the chastity/denial kink didn't get all that much attention here but I promise it will in the next couple of days! So think of it as a bit of blending the prompts for the next little bit.

I hope you're enjoying, still!

12-Service/Care

All four ponies were practically bouncing with excitement the entire train ride up to the Empire.

Well, Fluttershy was sitting quietly with excitement, but it was the same thing.

From the train station, a discrete carriage waited to take them to the 'playground'.

The manor looked completely innocent from the outside; it had three stories, and a yard large enough to have plenty of privacy. It didn't look ominous from the outside, Fluttershy realized. There was, however, a tingle in her fur when the carriage passed into the grounds.

Twilight immediately sat up.

"Wards," she said, and her horn glowed for a moment before she relaxed. "Blocking sound from escaping. And… preventing creatures under a certain age from entering. Interesting. And smart."

That made Fluttershy feel better. Of course Cadence, the Princess of Love, would take safety precautions even when designing a sex playground.

Just outside the large, wooden double doors, a trio of ponies waited. One was dressed in a guard uniform, an orange pegasus stallion with a blue mane. The other two were crystal ponies, wearing maid uniforms nearly identical to the one Rainbow had been wearing yesterday.

"Flash Sentry?" Twilight muttered from the carriage. Rarity's eyes narrowed.

"You know that pony?"

"Not exactly," Twilight said, but she was blushing. Rarity let out a giggle.

"If we lose the challenge, I'm bettin' you're gonna get to know him a lot better," Rainbow teased, and Twilight went even pinker. "Not that you'd mind, looks like. Hey, egghead, don't get us captured in this challenge just cuz you're 'dee tee eff' with the cute pegasus, okay?"

"Remind me, who's been locked up and unable to cum since yesterday?" Twilight shot back, a little acidly, and Rainbow subsided with a blush of her own.

"Be nice," Fluttershy warned the both of them, and Twilight and Rainbow both muttered apologies. Fluttershy nodded, and the carriage door opened.

"Welcome to Heartthrob Manor," the guard, Flash Sentry, said as he offered a hoof to help them down from the carriage. "My name is Flash Sentry. This is Amethyst and Quartz. We are at your service until the experience begins, after which we are among your opponents. Our duty is to guide you to the waiting room, explain the scenario and the rules, and answer any questions you may have.”

“Such a gentlecolt,” Rarity said when Flash helped her down with a wing. He nodded, pleased.

“We shall be going around the back; if you are lucky you shall not ever see the main hall past these doors. If you are less than lucky, well…” he grins, and there was a decidedly lascivious twist to the look. “...you’ll be getting quite intimate with that grand hall, I think.”

The two maids giggled, and with a start Fluttershy realized one of them was a stallion. Quartz, she thought. The guess was confirmed when the two maids turned to guide them through the grounds; both maids wore nothing underneath their short skirts and flagged tails, and Fluttershy was treated to a delightful look of a pair of puffy puckers, as well as Quartz’ dangling stallionhood and Amythest’s glistening marehood.

“Woah…” Rainbow said, and both maids glanced over their shoulders to smirk at her. Rainbow smirked back. “Nice.”

“You can get all the look you want, cutie,” Quartz cooed back at her. “You don’t have to compete. You can just surrender right now, and get three days in my tender care. I promise you won’t regret it for a second.”

He put a little extra sway in his step, his flanks bouncing, his dangling pillar swinging about in a way that had all four of them swallowing.

“N-nah,” Rainbow said finally. “Gotta earn a plot this hot, after all.”

“As you wish,” Quartz said, turning back around. “I’ll enjoy wrecking that plot of yours, I think.”

“In your dreams. You think you can beat this?” she gestured to herself with a hoof while she flew.

Quartz just licked his lips and laughed.

Fluttershy thought that Rainbow’s behavior was only part bravado; she was truly embracing her role as a brat, and reveling in it. But she didn’t say anything out loud.

The four ponies, bookended in the front by the maids and behind by Flash Sentry, were guided through the grounds towards a small service entrance. Inside was a small, comfortable looking lounge. The furniture was fluffy and comfortable looking; pillows and couches with soft covers. There were also shelves lined up on the wall for storing personal items, and a closet.

“Please, make yourselves comfortable,” Flash said. “We’ll go over the rules first, and then the scenario.”

The rules were about what Fluttershy expected, covering standard things like safewords. Each room was equipped with magical wards that sensed when a safeword was uttered, no matter how loudly, and would sound a klaxon so everypony could hear. Flash also emphasized that though it was unlikely, the staff could also use safewords. He also explained that there was a medic on staff in case of emergencies, and noted that there would be an aftercare room provided, complete with massages if they wanted. He also listed the facility’s hard boundaries; there would be no blood, no urine or scat play, and no permanent injury. Last of all he emphasized the need for hydration.

“Now, on to specific boundaries. Princess Twilight has stated that she will not participate in sexual activity with Princess Cadance, though doesn’t mind being in the same room as others who will. And both Princess Twilight and Miss Fluttershy have expressed that anal play is allowed, but nothing more penetrative than a plug. And last of all, Fluttershy has expressed an aversion to degrading names being used around her.”

“There’s a little leeway on that one,” Fluttershy said. “A soft boundary.”

“Noted. Thank you, Miss Fluttershy. Is there anything else?”

Nopony could think of anything.

“Very well. Here is the scenario.”

He cleared his throat.

“All of you are captives of the wicked Baroness Heartthrob. She has entrapped you with the purpose of using your own lusts against you; you will be bound and secured in a waiting room, decorated for my lady’s pleasure and use, until such time as she is able to use her dark powers to convert you into her eager pleasure slaves. You must escape as quickly as possible, evading guards and maids, as well as devious magical traps and puzzles. Fail, and you are doomed to an existence of endless pleasure.” He smirks. “For a few days, at least. Success means sneaking out the front door, into the grounds. Failure happens if you are caught and restrained by the guards. You succeed or fail individually; meaning if one of you gets caught, the rest could still escape. Last of all not every encounter with a guard or a maid necessarily ends in failure; you can use your wits, your charisma, or even your bondage skills to safely avoid capture. But there is one more hitch that makes this complicated. The orgasm alarm.”

Everypony perked up.

“There are magical wards everywhere in the room. These are there to monitor your health and safety. But they also keep track of every orgasm you have in the course of your adventure. Every one adds to an ‘alarm level’ in the house. The higher it grows, the more dangerous the traps are, and the more ‘attentive’ the guards behave. So the more you cum, the more likely you are to lose. And every trap and puzzle is designed to get you closer to that end.”

“So the whole thing hinges on how good we are at denial?” Rainbow snorted. “Buddy, I’ve been practicing it all day. I’ve got this in the bag.”

“I see. Well, moving on,” Flash said, looking like he didn’t believe her in the slightest. “In the closet here is an array of lingerie in various sizes and designs.”

He had to pause because Rarity let out a coo of delight.

“Select an outfit, and then we will proceed to the starting room. You will be restrained, as the very first challenge will be an escape from your initial restraints. Or, perhaps, you can simply give up right then, and begin your eventual descent into mindless pleasure.”

His voice took on a theatrical twist at the end, and the others laughed a little.

“We’ll depart while you change. When you’re ready, knock on the door,” he pointed to a door leading further into the manor. “And we’ll get you set up with your restraints, and guide you to the first room. Oh, and one last thing. A special request from Miss Applejack, who sends her regrets she cannot be here.”

He threw open the wardrobe, and Fluttershy could see hangers full of skimpy lingerie. But there was one item tucked away on a high shelf, and he retrieved it, passing it over ro Rainbow Dash.

It was a chastity belt.

Rainbow crowed with amusement. “You’re just gonna give me an advantage like that? If I’m locked away your traps can’t mess with me.”

“You think so? Well. Applejack requested us to tell you it was optional, but thought you may be up to the challenge. You will still need to put on a costume, however.”

“Bring it on,” Rainbow cackled.

“Whatever you wish,” Flash said with a secret smile that made Fluttershy shudder. Not really with fear. “I am ever so much looking forward to playing with you all. Good luck.”

Quartz then bowed. “If you need any help getting dressed, or refreshments before we begin, please let me or my sister know. We are happy to provide. We are also available for your relief, should you wish some pre-game foreplay.”

“Eh, I’d rather just get to the game,” Rainbow said.

“I know what you mean, darling,” Rarity said. “This is all so exciting.”

“It’s not often I’ll get to combine my skill with problem solving in a kinky sex game,” Twilight sounded just as eager.

Fluttershy just smiled. Win or lose, this adventure would be incredible.

Fluttershy had needed Rarity’s help picking out her outfit. She was rather pleased with Rarity’s color choice; a gorgeous teal satin panty and corset set, with matching garter belts and sheer stockings. Twilight looked incredible in a see-through white teddy, and Rarity wore a peekaboo black panty set with a tail tie that kept her flagged. Rainbow had picked black as well, though no panties besides the hard chastity belt; she wore black stockings and a lacy choker.

When they were ready, Twilight knocked on the door. Flash reentered, though he was clearly in character this time, barking orders with a harsh tone of voice.

“On the ground! Necks extended, tails up!”

He was followed by two other guards, both of whom carried prop spears. They quickly made short work of attaching heavy padded collars to each pony. They were then attached to leashes, one after another, until all four of them were bound in a line. Rainbow, Fluttershy, and Twilight had their wings bound with a band around their barrels, and Twilight and Rarity had suppression rings put on their horns.

“Behave yourselves or the bindings will get worse!” Flash warned in a harsh tone. Fluttershy felt a thrill of fear down her spine, as well as a surge of arousal that pulsed from the second the collar went around her neck. “You will be taken to a holding cell until the Mistress has time for you.”

Rainbow at least waited until her bindings were in place to get into character, struggling enough to jerk the leash that held Fluttershy. “You can’t keep us here! We’ll be out sooner than you can EEP!”

Flash had spanked her hard on the flank, and she scowled at him.

“Do you need a gag?” he asked cruelly, and Rainbow subsided. “Any of the rest of you?”

“P-please, sir, you could let us go?” Fluttershy asked. The nervousness in her voice wasn’t exactly feigned. “I would make it worth your while.”

That surprised the others, and they stared at her a second, before she gave Twilight a wink.

But Flash only laughed. “The Mistress will allow us to play with all of you. Why should I exchange hours of pleasure for one fleeting moment? But I promise you will be of use to us soon.”

He moved to Twilight, who was first in line, and pulled her to her hooves by the leash. “Up. Your new accommodations await. And I would recommend giving in as quickly as possible. There are endless rewards to serving the Mistress. Pleasure you can hardly dream of.”

“You shall not break us,” Twilight said with quiet dignity. Fluttershy secretly thought her confidence was sexy. Or perhaps it was the way that her face was inches from Twilight’s backside, and her tail kept twitching and swishing, revealing glimpses of what lay beneath.

“As you wish. This way.”

He mercilessly pulled the leash and Twilight stumbled into motion. Fluttershy followed next, then Rainbow, and finally Rarity, who protested loudly until the guards bringing up the rear gave her her own hard smack.

They exited the prep room into a long, dark hallway. Fluttershy couldn’t see much; most of her vision was filled with Twilight's rump. But the carpet felt soft under her hooves, and the air was comfortably warm, at least.

The walk was not long before the four of them were led into a large room. One half of the room held a small desk and a chair. The other half was closed off with iron bars. A small door lead inside the barred area. It was open, and the four of them were led inside. Flash closed and locked the door.

“Spear Thrust, you have guard duty. I’ll go inform the Mistress her newest slaves have arrived. She should be available in about two hours.”

Two hours, Fluttershy thought. That was their time limit for the first part of the escape. She began to look around the room. Their cell held nothing she could see.

Flash left the room, as well as the second guard. The last guard sat down in the chair, facing the four of them.

“You’re not going to give trouble, are you?” he said eagerly. “Please do. I do so enjoy administering corrections.” But then he sat back in his chair, pulling a magazine out of the desk. It was a porno, Fluttershy realized with a blush; the mare on the cover looked out with half-lidded eyes and a hoof stroking her marehood. But most interestingly, she could see the keys to their cell…hanging from Spear Thrust’s belt.

Rainbow jerked her head towards the back of the cell, and the four ponies huddled up, shooting worried looks at the guard. “Okay. So what’s the plan? You saw the keys?”

“Of course, darling. It’s so obvious. We have to lure him over somehow,” Rarity said.

“Is it obvious? Maybe I can…” Twilight reached up a hoof to try and dislodge the suppression ring on her horn. It was stuck. She growled. “That would be too easy. But luring him over is probably the expected solution. Maybe one of the bars is loose? Or the stones?”

“I can check, it’s…” Rainbow tried to move to the bars, only to get yanked back by the leash.

“Forget something, darling?” Rarity asked wryly.

“Rarity, you’re in the back, so you and I have the biggest range of movement. You check the bars, I’ll look at the stones in the wall. Fluttershy, keep an eye on the guard, make sure he’s not paying attention to us.”

The guard was not paying attention to them. Well, he was, Fluttershy realized, glancing at them from the corner of his eye every so often. But he was clearly playing a role, and that role was to be the disinterested guard.

The longer he looked at his magazine, though, the more his shaft started to protrude from his sheath. Perhaps Flash Sentry couldn’t be sexually persuaded, but maybe this guard could.

Suddenly there was a metallic lurch, and a little cry of victory from Rarity. One of the bars was loose. The guard started to look up.

Fluttershy had to act fast.

“M-mister Spear?”

He looked up from his magazine at her.

“I have a question!”

Fluttershy didn’t know what she was going to ask, but she knew she needed to keep his attention away from Rarity. Not that she had much range of motion tied to the others as she was, but maybe she could…

“The Mistress. W-what kind of pony is she?”

The guard narrowed his eyes, sensing a plot. “She is the Mistress. All you need to know is that she is above you in every way, and you must serve her. Why?”

“I-I’m just hoping she’d… like a little pony like me,” Fluttershy said, moving closer to the bars, so that her face was almost pressed up against them. They were set wide, though not wide enough to fit her head through.

“A pony like you?”

The guard set down his magazine and moved over.

“You shouldn’t doubt for a second, slave. You’re a delightfully sexy little thing. I can’t wait for the moment you’re chained up in the main hall, holes bared for all of us to use. I might choose you first. All four of you will be the most popular of her concubines, I can already tell.”

She could see his shaft dangling between his hindhooves. She licked her lips.

“M-maybe…maybe I’m really bad at it. Pleasuring the mistress. And her guards. Maybe I won’t give good service. Y-you should try me out. S-so you can give pointers.”

From the corner of her eye she could see Rarity pushing, slowly, gently, against the bar. It was sliding out of it’s place.

“You’re asking me to…” The guard reached the bars. “You’re giving up?”

“N-no. B-but if as the other guard said it’s hopeless, I don’t want to displease somepony as powerful as the Mistress.”

She sidled up to the bars, kneeling before them as best as the short leash would allow. Rainbow and Twilight also moved to make it easier for her.

“Fluttershy,” Rainbow said with disgust, even as she winked with one eye. “What are you thinking? They’re the enemy.”

“S-still,” Fluttershy said. “M-maybe just a taste? From the big strong guard? To make sure I’m good enough?”

She slowly let her tongue out of her mouth and licked her lips. The guard audibly gulped.

“If I feel your teeth,” he warned, “I’ll make sure you don’t get to cum for a year.” He reared up, placing his forehooves high on the bars, and leaving his stallionhood within mouth’s reach.

Fluttershy saw the white bead of pre on the tip, and darted out to lick it with her tongue. Salty, she realized. A touch sweet. Odd, but she didn’t mind it. But then she inhaled, and her nethers pulsed with need. He smelled of sweat and cum and male and she needed more of a taste.

She didn’t have much experience with oral, but she had watched others. Trying to remember Sunburst’s actions from a few days ago, she swallowed his head, using her tongue to swirl around the tip, even as she suckled with her lips.

“Woah! Good mare…good mare,” the guard cooed. “Just like that. Deeper, now. Don’t make me force you.”

A free hoof found the back of her head, and the guard slowly started to push further into the bars. His head rolled back, eyes closed, as Fluttershy forced herself deeper onto his cock. Her throat made a ‘glrk’ noise when he hit there. She was just barely shy of his ring. Gently, she raised both hooves between the bars. One stroked at his length, the other gently massaged his sack.

Without realizing it she had started to grind herself against the floor. With a startled noise she lifted off, which the guard interpreted as an invitation to go deeper, pushing further into her throat. Her eyes went wide and she let out a strangled sound, but then he was pulling out, only to thrust back in again.

“Good girl,” the guard said. “Celestia, you’re amazing. Keep it up.”

The cell was filled with the sounds of Fluttershy’s sloppy blowjob. For a moment she forgot where she was, focusing on her task. She let out a moan, her lips humming on his ring, and he cried out. She could feel the pre slipping down her gullet into her belly.

Breathing was hard, though, and she began to grow lightheaded. She came up for air, gasping, her tongue out and dripping saliva onto the floor.

“Don’t you dare stop, slave. Swallow me until I paint your throat white. Deep breath, now…”

That was all the warning Fluttershy got before he dove back in. She felt herself wink as he took her, slowly humping her face while she toyed with his ballsack. She found herself regretting the bars; if they weren’t there, she’d be able to take him even deeper.

After a few moments she felt him start to throb. This was it, she thought. He was about to cum.

But there was motion behind him. Rarity? How did…

“Freeze, villain,” Rarity’s voice called out, and the guard froze. Rarity was holding the guard’s prop spear against his back. She was loose. Rainbow and Twilight were loose. And the guard’s keys were gone…when did that…

Fluttershy must have really gotten lost in her task.

“I guess it really was obvious,” Twilight muttered. “Tie him up with the collars and leashes, and we’ll lock him in the cell.”

“You heard the mare, in you go,” Rarity said, prodding the guard away from the bars.

“B-but…”

“I’ll not hear excuses. Quickly now!”

“Um…” Fluttershy said, blushing. “We don’t need to be cruel, do we?”

The three others stared at her, and Rainbow let out a snort of laughter.

“Fine, Fluttershy. You finish him off after he’s tied up, while we search the desk,” Twilight said, rolling her eyes with an amused grin.

“Yay!” Fluttershy said gently.

In fact, there were all sorts of bondage implements in the desk, and they were quickly put to work binding the guard (who subtly cooperated the entire time). Once his hooves were bound behind him, and a bright pink ballgag spread his lips, Fluttershy gently rolled him on his back.

His cock was still painfully erect.

“Sorry about this,” she said. “But at least you’ll get a happy ending.”

“Fank oo,” he said, then groaned as she once again wrapped his cock with her lips. This time she went quickly, not wanting to waste any time. She swallowed as deeply as she could, doing the work with her hooves as well. It didn’t take long until he was close again, grunting in his gag and thrusting his hips impotently. Finally Fluttershy felt him flare, and then spurt his hot slime into the back of her throat, before slumping back.

“You done yet? Let’s unlock that collar, and we can get goin’,” Rainbow cheered. Fluttershy swallowed the last bits of cum that oozed from his tip before giving him a quick pat with one hoof.

“That was fun,” she whispered, and the guard tried to smile and nod. “Thanks.”

She hurried out of the cell and let Twilight unlock her collar. It was a struggle for her to work the keys with her hooves, but she managed.

“Stupid…hooves,” Twilight grunted. Neither Twilight or Rarity had been able to remove their horn suppressors, it seemed. At least the collars and bands around their wings came off, though. Rainbow wasted no time getting airborne.

“Thanks, Shy. That really worked,” she said. “What’d we find in the desk?”

“Hmm,” Rarity said. “A few magazines, of course. Filthy pervert,” she said, glancing back at the wiggling figure in the cell. “Sex toys, of course. Three dildos of various sizes.”

“We’ll bring those, right? In case they’re important?” Rainbow asked, a touch too eagerly. Rarity sighed, and grinned.

“I suppose one never knows when a dildo might come in handy,” she admitted. “We also have the guard’s keys, as well as some kind of code book, here. A cypher, it looks like.”

“I’ll hang on to that!” Twilight said eagerly, and Rarity passed over a small notebook. “Anything else?”

“Nothing else for now. Shall we try the door?”

The door led to the hallway. Rarity opened it and Rainbow poked her head around, checking for guards. The hallway was dark and empty.

“Left leads back to the dressing room. Right leads deeper into the manor,” Twilight whispered. There were more doors along the hallway as well, though it was impossible to tell what their purpose was. “What should our approach be? Try each door, in case there is a clue or a key we need?”

It was how they would have approached an escape room. But something about that approach made Fluttershy nervous.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “What if there’s traps?”

“If there was some way to tell from the doors, maybe that would make a difference,” Twilight said. “I don’t want to miss something important just because I’m afraid of walking into a trap.”

Fluttershy shrugged. “Which one do we try, then? Trust in luck?”

“Rarity got the bar loose, and got the keys this time,” Rainbow said. “Let’s let her pick. A reward.”

“A reward? You rascal, what if it’s a trap?”

“Then that’s the reward,” Rainbow smirked at her. “C’mon, Rares. I haven’t seen your ‘fucked silly’ face yet, I really wanna.”

“Quiet, you cad,” Rarity shot back, sticking her tongue out. “Very well. That door there.”

And without another thought she stepped into the hallway and threw it open.

It was not empty.

Three guards surrounded a stallion-maid, and were busy taking their pleasure. One was buried deep under the maid’s tail, and the second was using his throat. The third had been stroking off with a hoof, but all four glanced at Rarity when she opened the door.

“Good. We needed another few holes.”

There was only a split second for decision. Rarity’s hasty action may have doomed them all. Fluttershy was about to leap away, to flee, when Rarity acted.

“Darlings. I wish I could have lasted longer,” she said, as the stallions started to move. “See you on the flip side! RUN!”

And with a look that was both resigned and lustful, she darted inside the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

They probably had seconds to hide. “This way!” Rainbow shouted, flitting off down the hallway. Twilight and Fluttershy followed in tight pursuit. Nopony looked behind them to see if Rarity’s distraction had worked, and for how long. They simply ran, passing three more doors in the hallway before it ended in a T intersection.

“Right!” Twilight shouted, and Rainbow darted to the right. Another hallway, though this one ended in a single door. “There! Oh, Celestia, please let there not be anypony inside.”

Rainbow threw open the door, and all three ponies dashed inside, panting. Rainbow was trying not to grin, and Fluttershy couldn’t help but smile as well. It was like hide-and-seek, she realized. Only the loser got creampied in the end.

Like Rarity probably was right now, she thought, her mind wickedly conjuring up images of when Flash Magnus had dominated Rarity back in Manehatten.

There was a sound, and belatedly Fluttershy looked up.

They were in a bedroom. A guest bedroom, Fluttershy supposed. There was a cushy bed, and an armoire. A large vanity sat against one wall. And in the center of the room was a large stockade. It was made of heavy, polished wood, padded on the inside.

The door clicked behind them, and there was a mechanical click. Fluttershy’s fur stood on end. Wordlessly she turned and tried the knob.

It was locked.

“Oh my,” she said softly.

For a while, they expected pursuit to come at any second. When it didn’t, they took the time to search the room.

“I wonder what Rarity’s up to right now?: Rainbow asked glibly as she looked under the bed and the mattress. “Five? Six?”

Fluttershy didn’t get it until Twilight snorted. “Right. Maybe. It’s only been about ten minutes,” Twilight said. “Hmm. Nothing in the armoire but more lingerie. Fluttershy, is there anything in the vanity?”

There was. It was a small note. Tied to the note was an interesting toy; an uneven ‘U’ shaped dildo, with a forked point on the short end.

The toll you pay is easy. Three on the bed, or one in the stocks.

She held up the note to Twilight, who read it, her muzzle scrunching up. “What does it mean?”

She showed it to Rainbow. “Will the door unlock if we’re all on the bed? Let’s try.”

It seemed too easy, but all three of them sat on the bed. Nothing.

“It’s not us sitting on the bed…” Fluttershy said. “What if we’re supposed to do something more? Maybe it’s three orgasms.”

Twilight frowned. They all knew that the more orgasms they had, the harder this got.

“Well, I don’t wanna lose another one of us,” Rainbow said. “And you know if we lock somepony in the stocks it’s probably not gonna unlock. So unless somepony wants to join Rarity real quick…”

Twilight grinned. “As tempting as that is, I’d rather not waste her ‘noble sacrifice’. I think Fluttershy has the right of it… three orgasms with the toy.”

“Well…” Rainbow tapped her chastity panties with one hoof. “I’m out. But I’ll help the two of you.”

“You remember what they said about orgasms,” Twilight warned. “We could be finding out Rarity’s fate a lot faster than we expected.”

“You got any other ideas?” Rainbow said, and Twilight was silent. “Thought so. Shy, you get goin’ with the dildo. We don’t have time to waste, so I’ll get Twi nice and worked up for number two.”

“Don’t we have a say in this…?” Twilight said sardonically, but she leaned back and spread her hindhooves.

Fluttershy looked at the toy. How was this…

“The little horns go on your clit,” Twilight explained. “While the phallus fills you up. It’s curved, so you can keep the aaaAAAAHAHHH”

“Less talking, more fucking,” Rainbow said, her tongue already slick with the first lick of Twilights’ cunt. “We’re on a time limit here, right?”

With that she dove back in. Fluttershy once again eyed the toy, and found the switch on the base. She flicked it on, and it buzzed merrily in her hoof. She was already worked up from the blowjob earlier, so probably…

She pushed the buzzing tip into her wet cunt, gasping at the pleasure that spiked through her lower half. Slowly she worked it in, until the little forked bit rested against her clitoris.

Fluttershy’s brain exploded with pleasure, and she cried out, only shoving a hoof in her mouth after a moment to stifle the scream. She feel back, barely managing to hold the toy inside her as it buzzed and pulsed against her most sensitive nub. Celestia above, it was so good. She wished the phallus itself were a touch thicker. Or real. But it was plenty for now.

“There’s one,” Rainbow said with a laugh, before diving back in. There was a mechanical sound from the door… but it didn’t open.

They were on the right track. It would only cost them three orgasms. Fluttershy’s hoof felt weak as she tried to start on her second.

“Let me,” Rainbow offered. “I’ll take care of you both. Scooch in closer.”

Fluttershy was more than happy to cuddle up to Twilight. The other mare was already panting, and reached out a hoof to pull Fluttershy in for a kiss. Their lips met in a passionate collision, and Twilight’s tongue teased at her lips, before poking into her mouth. Tongues and lips twirled in a dance of lust, while Rainbow thrust the toy back into Fluttershy’s cunt, all while keeping up with licking Twilight’s.

Once again Fluttershy lost track of what they were doing, and why. Twilight’s hoof around her, pulling her close, sliding up and down her back, felt like heaven. Twilight’s tongue in her mouth tasted like pure joy. And Rainbow’s earnest, desperate attention was just what they both needed.

It didn’t take much longer. Soon enough both mares were crying out their climax into each other’s mouths.

The door clicked again. Then a third time. And it opened a crack.

They were free.

For now.

Prologue

Always keep your mind on the why.

Oddly enough, it was Iron Will’s voice that kept echoing in Fluttershy’s head as she waited for her friends to arrive. It had been years since she’d been taken in by his seminars, but she had grown enough to realize that not everything was black and white.

Even pompous, overly-muscled egomaniacs sometimes had a grain or two of wisdom.

She was distracting herself, she realized, and took a breath that shook as much with excitement as it did with nervous fear.

Oddly enough the fear wasn’t as bad as she thought it might be.

Interesting.

The map room in the Castle of Friendship was still empty, though, and it was making her hooves twitch. Sure, she’d showed up twenty minutes early, but she’d thought…

“I’m here!”

Fluttershy heard Twilight’s voice even before her ears registered the pop of teleportation. She smiled at the familiar flustered, overworked look on Twilight’s muzzle.

“I’m late, aren’t I? I was sure I’d be late, even though I…”

“Twilight.”

It wasn’t always the best to head Twilight’s rants off before they even built up steam, but Fluttershy was spending enough time with Twilight to know when it was safe. “You’re fifteen minutes early. Thank you again for coming and supporting me in this.” A change of subject wouldn’t hurt either.

“What? Of course I came,” Twilight’s expression still betrayed nervousness, but a kind of excitement too. A mirror for Fluttershy’s own thoughts, perhaps. “I believe in you, Fluttershy. And maybe what you’re planning is a little…unorthodox, but I think it’s well-intentioned. You’re taking all the safety precautions, and you have me to watch out for you. I’ve gone over your plans a hundred times, and everything’s being done safely, sanely, and with informed consent.”

“Now we just have to convince everypony else.”

“You know,” Twilight said. “You could still keep this private. Just between you and…”

“Twilight,” Fluttershy said, her voice firm. “I think it’s only fair if I ask. You know they’ll say yes. And they’ll even be sad if we don’t ask.”

“I know,” Twilight said after a pause. “It’s just…”

She never got to finish. The doors to the map room burst open as Pinkie Pie dashed in. Applejack was close on her hooves.

“Heya, Twi! Hey, Fluttershy! Pinkie cheered as she bounced in, assuming her seat in a languid sort of pose that only she could find comfortable on the tall stone thrones, her front half leaning against the right arm while her hindhooves dangled over the left. “What’s up?”

“Reckon we wanna wait for everypony,” Applejack noted, taking a slightly more normal seat on her own throne. “Dash’ll dart in at the last minute, and Rares’ll wanna be fashionably late. Dunno when that’ll be. Or even what it is.”

“Silly Applejack, fashionably late is just like normal late, but it’s a pony like Rarity doing it,” Pinkie giggled, while Applejack rolled her eyes.

“Any chance we could get a hint at what this is all about?” Applejack asked, her eyes drifting to Fluttershy’s.

Fluttershy opened her mouth. It was suddenly bone dry.

“Let her tell it when everypony is here,” Twilight said. She was calm and in control, but Fluttershy knew she’d been nervous earlier. Perhaps that was just a part of being a princess. Applejack shrugged at the response and settled into her seat to wait.

They didn’t have to wait that long.

“I’m here!”

Rainbow was next, dashing in so fast she’d left her familiar rainbow contrail behind her. Fluttershy realized that was probably why Pinkie and Applejack left the door open. “Am I late?”

“Two minutes early,” Twilight noted, and Rainbow Dash chuckled as she flapped over to her seat.

“Heh. Even beat Rarity. Nice.”

“Not exactly an accomplishment, darling,” Rarity said, right behind her. Of the six of them, Rarity was the only one who was dressed, wearing an off-shoulder long pink sweater, and paler pink socks. On her head was a cute beret. “You are the fastest one, after all.”

Rainbow preened a little in pride.

“So what’s the deets? Spill, Twi,” Rainbow demanded, as Rarity made her way to her own seat, dantilly settling herself.

“This isn’t my show, it’s Fluttershy’s,” Twilight said, nodding Fluttershy’s way.

She tried to moisten her mouth as five pairs of eyes suddenly bored into her. She gulped dry air as she looked at each of her friends.

Their expressions are curious, not judgemental, she told herself. Your friends care about you. They want you to succeed.

She was getting better at this. It still wasn’t easy. She took a few deep breaths to ground herself, focusing on the sensation of the air pulling into her lungs, the feel of her chest inflating.

“I asked you here because I am going to try something adventurous,” she began, amazed that her voice didn’t come out as a squeak. “A plan I came up with to try and… break myself out of a rut. Romantically and… and s-sexually.”

Pinkie gasped. Rainbow’s jaw dropped. But Rarity and Applejack looked on calmly, waiting. Rarity’s expression was even encouraging.

“The reason I’m telling this to all of you is because I don’t want anypony worrying about me if they see me behaving in… strange ways. I am not asking for your help, or your participation, unless you are interested. Princess Twilight has agreed to help me on this journey, to make sure everything is done safely and in proper order. But I’m doing this for the right reasons. I want to explore, I want to feel and enjoy, I want to spread my wings and learn about myself.”

“Pardon me, darling, but you still haven’t told us exactly what you’re doing,” Rarity said, as Rainbow slowly managed to pry her jaw off the table.

“There’s a… a thing. In October. A list of…” Fluttershy gulped, and finally forced the words out. “F-f-fetishes. Kinks. I’m taking vacation for that month, letting Discord watch the animals, and every day I’m going to try a new…”

She paused, still struggling with the words.

“...um. A new sex thing.”

That got a much stronger reaction. Rainbow was up and out of her seat, hovering. Applejack and Rarity were both leaning forward on the table, and Pinkie zoomed forward to glare at her in the eye.

“Okay, who let the changeling replace Fluttershy?” Rainbow muttered.

“N-no,” Fluttershy said, before Twilight could leap to her defense. “It is me. This is what I really want. And I just want to let you all know for… for safety reasons. And…and, well, for those of you who are interested, to maybe explore some of these… games with me.”

“Darling,” Rarity said, gently lifting Pinkie with her magic and depositing her back in her own chair so she could look Fluttershy in the eye without having to stare at an obtrusive pink plot. “I applaud your… boldness and adventurous spirit, but I am… passingly familiar with this Kinktober thing. It is a game for artists, dear. To explore impractical, unrealistic fantasies. Not meant to be acted out.”

“I am aware,” Fluttershy said with a confidence she didn’t feel. “That is why Twilight is helping me with the logistics of it all. We’re doing enough research and study to make this completely safe. There’s also some on the l-list that I’ve already planned to enjoy as an observer, not a participant.” Twilight was nodding along. “That, and… well, any of you that would like to participate, too. I know we’re all… compatible.”

Nopony was spared the blush that followed. They didn’t talk about it much, but the last time Applejack had brought some of her namesake liquor to a group sleepover at the palace, the drunken shenanigans that ensued had proved that they were all very sexually compatible with each other.

By mutual unspoken consent they had agreed not to discuss that night much, until today. Fluttershy was breaking the taboo.

“If you’re not comfortable with the idea, that’s fine,” she continued, as none of the six would meet each other’s eyes. “But if you want to…”

“Why don’t y’all give us the list,” Applejack interrupted. “I don’t suppose we can really say if we dunno what’s on it, right?”

There were mutters of ascent all around, and Fluttershy breathed a sigh of relief. Embarrassed curiosity was better than rejection, right?

“They’re interested,” Twilight whispered in Fluttershy’s ear. Her breath tickled the fur, and Fluttershy gave a little shiver. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the subject matter, but the intimacy of the communication did things to Fluttershy that made her think of what was coming. “Here, I’ll show them the list.”

“What do you think, Pinkie dear?”

Rarity and Pinkie Pie weren’t moving very quickly as they walked back to Sugar Cube Corner. Rarity felt the need for something bracing after that conversation, and Pinkie had offered to make her a hot chocolate with a little something stronger and off-menu inside.

For both of them, probably.

“Hmm,” Pinkie said, bouncing alongside her. “It’s…weird. Like, not bad weird but weird weird, you know?”

“I know exactly how you feel,” Rarity said. She, too, had been unable to fully articulate her reactions. “It's not the fetish play I object to. Celestia knows I've gotten up to my own share of naughty fun. It is... simply not what I expected. I mean, she does appear confident. Well, confident for Fluttershy, at least. And Twilight is there. Hmm. Did you see the looks Twilight was giving her the entire time?”

“Ohoho,” Pinkie chuckled. “I certainly did! Do you think Fluttershy realizes?”

“She might,” Rarity said, her tail swishing with amusement. “She’s not dense. Do you think perhaps part of why Twilight is helping is because she wishes to be…” Rarity purses her lips and smirks. “...closely and intimately involved in Fluttershy’s exploration?”

Pinkie giggles. “My theory is that Fluttershy is trying to find a passive aggressive way to recreate the last time Applejack brought hard cider to a sleepover.”

Rarity felt her face heating up, but the idea had merit.

“You think that perhaps she’s trying to overcome her inhibitions, while also pushing past some of our own?”

“Why not?” Pinkie said, her voice low and husky, even though she, too, was pinker than usual. “M-maybe we n-need a little shove.”

They had reached Sugar Cube Corner. Rarity stopped, turning to look at Pinkie. Pinkie looked back. They were both blushing. Rarity’s heart pounded in her ears as half-remembered passion flitted through her mind, obscured by the haze of alcohol-shrouded memory.

“Maybe we do, darling. Tell me, would you mind if I…came up for a moment?”

“It’s crazy.”

Rainbow was flying lazily above Applejack, doing slow rolls and twists, ailerons and barrels and whatever else she needed to in order to push out some of her energy as Applejack slowly moved back to the farm.

“Eeyup.”

“She’s lost her mind.”

“Don’t reckon she has,” Applejack drawled.

Rainbow froze, dipping for a moment as she forgot to flap. “Okay, you’ve lost your mind.”

“Nah,” Applejack said. “Hear me out. Sumpin’ called ‘xposure therapy’. Gettin’ over all your hangups by forcing yourself to face them.”

“So like that week you ate nothing but strawberries.”

“Eeyup.”

They reached the top of the last hill that blocked their view to Sweet Apple Acres. Apple trees were heavy with fruit, nearly ready to begin the harvest. Rainbow eyed them, feeling an odd sort of anticipation. She’d help this year, she knew, and while hard manual labor wasn’t usually her forte, working alongside Applejack had it’s own sort of appeal.

“But still,” she said, “You’re goin’ along with this?”

“Reckon I’ll help her when she asks, too.”

Suddenly Rainbow Dash’s head was filled with images. Some of them were memory of a night they’d all never talked about. Half-remembered images, yellow entwined with orange, passionate cries filling the air. But there was more. Imagined scenes. Potential futures. The kinds that made her tail flag and her heart beat harder.

“Y-you will?”

Applejack turned and looked sharply at Rainbow Dash.

“I will. And I think I know what else Fluttershy is trying to get done, too. Not just for her, but for all of us.”

Rainbow’s mind couldn’t think too hard about that. She gulped. “D-dunno what you’re…”

“Can’t just come out and say what you want? Fine. Gimme that list.”

Rainbow’s hoof felt like lead as she passed over the list. It felt like a hot coal in her hoof.

Applejack snatched it up, her eyes drifting over the things on the list. She retrieved a pencil from somewhere and plopped down on the side of the road.

“Eenope. No. Hah! Not a chance. Not likely. Eenope.”

Her pencil trailed down the list before she finally nodded firmly, handing it back to Rainbow.

“Since you’re being dense, I’ll spell it out for you. Here.”

Rainbow woodenly looked at the list. Only about a third of the entries, the kinks, were crossed out. The rest were left as is… and a few were circled.

“Th-these are the ones you’re willing to help Fluttershy with?” Rainbow asked. Her heart beat even harder, and her imagination went berserk. Her tail popped up entirely, a flag signaling for all the world how she felt about the situation, despite her confusion and worry.

“Nah. Those are the ones I’m willing to try with you. And if you’re fast enough to beat me home, y’all might get number eleven tonight.”

Rainbow’s stunned gaze moved from Applejack, to the list, then back to Applejack again. Applejack had simply turned away and was trotting towards the farmhouse, her own tail flagged to show off her deliberately swaying hips.

Rainbow dropped the list, forgotten. She was, in fact, fast enough.

Even though all their friends had gone off to digest what had happened, Fluttershy’s heart still felt like it was trying to pound its way out of her chest.

“That went…well,” Twilight said, carefully.

“Mmhmm,” Fluttershy said, leaning back on her throne. She allowed a small smile to spread across her muzzle.

“I think Rainbow’s going to need a touch of convincing, but the others seem on board. And Rarity looked eager. You know, I’ll bet we could even get Rainbow involved day one.”

“I think you’re right,” Fluttershy said. Day one had her worried. All the days had her worried. But worry was the constant state of her being. She was used to it; she simply wouldn’t let it stop her any longer.

“If you’re…”

There was that hesitance in Twilight’s voice. That bit of concern, maybe a touch overprotective at times, that made Fluttershy feel paradoxically annoyed and comforted.

“Twilight.”

Fluttershy opened her eyes. Twilight was still in her throne at the map table, but was leaning forward. There was worry in her eyes, and something else.

That wouldn’t do. The whole point of this exercise was to make them all more comfortable with each other.

Well, one of the points.

Fluttershy rose from her seat, fluttering her wings so she could fly directly over the table and land next to a surprised looking Twilight.

“Hey,” she said softly, then in a rush of boldness, leaned forward and nuzzled her. “Are you okay with all of this?”

She held Twilight’s gaze with her own. Not the Stare, of course. But the Stare’s younger, gentler cousin. Twilight gulped and stared back.

“It’s not about me, this is your…”

“Twilight,” Fluttershy interrupted.

Twilight gulped again.

“I’m worried about you, of course. Sure, we’re taking all the safety precautions, and your boundaries are written out—”

“In triplicate, as per your insistence,” Fluttershy giggled.

“--and you’ve memorized your safewords, and of course I’ll be there as often as I can either as an observer or a p-p-participant—”

“Your boundaries are important too,” Fluttershy said, but Twilight quickly shook her head so fervently that Fluttershy realized she’d erred.

“That’s not it. I’m just…nervoucited,” Twilight admitted, finally giving in with a small, watery smile. “Maybe worse than you are.”

Fluttershy took a guess, leaning a little closer. Her heart pounded.

“So. Which day are you most looking forward to?”

Twilight let out a little squeak. Fluttershy smiled. She never pushed things too far, but sometimes it was nice to get a little rise out of Twilight.

“U-uh, well, I’ve only ever c-considered the l-list from an academic standpoint, l-l-looking at the logistics of the whole thing, n-not thinking about the…”

“Which day, Twilight?” Fluttershy felt a surge of elation at the reaction she was eliciting. Twilight looked flustered, yes. Embarrassed, perhaps. But she didn’t look scared.

“Y-you know, as an outsider to this wh-whole thing, I…”

“Which day?” Fluttershy whispered, and Twilight squeaked again.

“D-day four,” she breathed out.

“Okay,” Fluttershy said, feeling giddy as she leaned back, grinning. “I’ll make sure that one’s for you.”

Twilight was breathing hard, and her wings were extended stiffly out to either side. Slowly she smiled.

“Yeah? Okay, I’ll hold you to that. N-now,” and she fanned herself with a wing tip. “We do still have some plans to make, especially if we’re going to approach Rainbow about day one. And a supply run, too… Ponyville doesn’t exactly have a sex shop quite yet. Some of the days we’ll have to outsource, I have an idea about a place in Manehatten…”

Fluttershy let Twilight’s voice wash over her as she looked at the list. So many words. So many adventures.

The little shiver that went down her spine had nothing to do with fear.

9-Break/Behind

“You did what, darling?” Rarity’s voice was a scandalized.

“I… well…”

“Fluttershy, you know what kind of ponies they are!” Pinkie chimed in.

“Well yes, but…”

“Really, darling, you clearly were influenced by your lower thought processes,” Rarity continued.

“Maybe, however…”

“You know you should never shop while horny!” Pinkie agreed.

“Be that as it may…”

“Clearly you’re not responsible enough to take care of yourself,” Rarity’s words ran right over her.

“I…what?”

“Right. Clearly,” Pinkie giggled. “A cute mare…er…I mean an irresponsible filly like you needs ponies with a firm hoof to keep you from making these sorts of foolish decisions.”

The three of them sat in one of the many empty rooms in Twilight’s castle. It was far enough away from the public areas, like the throne room and the library, that they were unlikely to have unexpected visitors.

The room was simple, with a small table, four elegant chairs, and a single crate that had been delivered just yesterday. Stenciling on the crate labeled it as a product from ‘Flim and Flam Industries’.

“Are you just making another excuse to ‘punish’ me?” Fluttershy asked, eyes narrowing. “Because you don’t need an excuse, you can just ask.”

She squirmed a little in her chair.

“Besides, I ordered it weeks ago, and I had no idea it was a Flim and Flam product. It was a mail-order catalog that Twilight found for me. Black Box Adult Supply, I think it was called. I don’t know if it’s a subsidiary company, or if the brothers bought it out.”

“Darn,” Pinkie said. “I was really looking forward to punishing you for foolish purchases.”

“Not so fast, Pinkie. Fluttershy darling hasn’t even told us what it is.”

“Um…” Fluttershy fiddled with her hooves, rubbing one against the other. “It was called the ‘Mare Breaker 4000. It’s…uh…a fucking machine.”

“Fluttershy,” Pinkie said disapprovingly. “I’m sure it’s a bad machine, if those two made it, but you don’t need to call it a—”

“She means it is a machine that fucks, Pinkie,” Rarity clarified, and Pinkie let out a slow ‘oooooh’. “A contraption where the pony in question is often restrained and then pleasured by mechanical means.”

“Sounds like you have experience,” Pinkie said to Rarity, wiggling her eyebrows. Rarity blushed prettily and looked away.

“I was hoping that the two of you could help me put it together,” Fluttershy said. “Pinkie, you have a real mind for technical assembly, with all the contraptions you put together. And Rarity, you’ve refined your telekinesis for fine detail. Twilight wanted to help, but she’s tied up in diplomatic meetings in Griffonstone.”

She’d be pretty pent up when she got back, Fluttershy noted with a secret grin.

“We’d be delighted, darling. And should you need to do a quality control check, I think we may be willing…”

The Mare Breaker 4000 wasn’t all that hard to put together, though there were a few missing screws. Fortunately Pinkie happened to have the exact matches tucked away in her mane.

The contraption was a narrow padded shelf to rest on, shaped like an upside-down ‘V’, like a sawhorse. The legs of the sawhorse were complete with built-in cuffs. Behind the ‘V’, was an electric motor housed in a sleek pink case. Extending from the motor was two mechanical arms, each one ending in a detachable pink dildo. The higher of the two arms had a smaller phallus. The crate had come with a catalog of optional attachments that could be ordered, if Fluttershy wanted to experience more ‘exotic’ partners.

She already had her eyes on ‘dragon’ and ‘kirin’. She hadn’t known that the kirin manes meant they were related to cats.

But for now, she was ready to get strapped down.

“Now are we sure about this?” Rarity said. “Setup was easy enough, but it is a Flim/Flam product…”

“It looks structurally sound,” Pinkie said, sounding doubtful nonetheless. “But we’ll still need to stress test it.”

Fluttershy did eye the anal dildo with some apprehension. She hadn’t yet felt comfortable enough for the full penetrative experience there, but she had tried a few small toys. This one wasn’t much larger than the butt plug she’d worn a few days ago.

“Um, should I go first?”

“It is your toy, darling,” Rarity said, and PInkie nodded, grinning. “As long as you don’t mind us watching.”

“Isn’t it funny,” Pinkie said musingly, “that a few weeks ago, if one of us had said, ‘hey, can we watch and probably make out and have sex while you tie yourself to a mechanical humping machine so you can get bucked silly?’ the rest of us would have called you crazy and given you funny looks and maybe a recommendation for a therapist.”

Fluttershy giggled. She’d been thinking the same thing.

“I believe that’s part of what Fluttershy intended,” Rarity said. “An erosion of the barriers between us. Tell me, darling. What is your end goal here?”

Fluttershy smiled shyly. “We’re getting closer,” she admitted mysteriously, but said nothing more. Rarity and PInkie stared at her until she blushed. “W-well, can you help get me strapped in?”

“But you didn’t—”

“Rarity, she’s clearly preparing some kind of surprise party,” PInkie said. “Don’t badger her! C’mon, it’s time for today’s game.”

“Well, if you—”

“Rarity! No spoiling the surprise!” PInkie demanded. “Flitter on up, Fluttershy. We’ll get you strapped in.”

It was easy enough to sort out. Fluttershy flapped her wings and landed, hindhooves spread, on top of the sawhorse. It was comfortable on her barrel, and her friends quickly strapped down all four hooves on the legs of the device.

“Oooh, and her tail’s already nice and flagged.” Pinkie leaned in close, her nose nearly in Fluttershy’s slit. “Nice and wet, too. We almost don’t need lube!”

She giggled, and Fluttershy blushed.

“But Pinkie, darling, if we skipped the lube then we wouldn’t get the fun of applying it,” Rarity cooed, approaching with a bottle of lube floating in her magic. Fluttershy looked over her shoulder at Rarity’s wicked grin. Pinkie giggled, and Rarity squirted a liberal amount on her hoof, and then on Pinkie’s. “Do you want the top hole, or the bottom?”

“Hmm… I’ll take Fluttershy’s tasty slit… and then your backdoor, Rarity.”

Rarity laughed as she reached out with her lube-soaked hoof and began to massage Fluttershy’s tailhole. PInkie did the same for her marehood, and Fluttershy squirmed and whimpered.

When she was plenty lubed, Rarity insisted on doing the same for the toy’s phalluses, and she and Pinkie devolved into a fit of giggles as the two of them made a show of fellating lube onto the silicone ends.

Finally everything was ready. Rarity adjusted the machine so that the slick tips were just brushing Fluttershy’s entrances. She tried to wiggle back, to push them in just a little more, but her bonds held tight.

“Okay, time to turn it on. You ready?” Pinkie asked.

“Yes. Please,” Fluttershy said impatiently, and Pinkie smirked, flicking the switch on the motor.

There was a hiss of sparks, and the lights in the room went off.

“I found it!” PInkie said, laying back on the rolling mechanic’s rest she’d produced from…somewhere. She also wore an oil-stained blue coverall, just as mysteriously sourced as the rolling rest and the ratchet set she’d used in her mechanical inspection. “There’s a short in the electronics here. When I turned it on it overloaded and sent off a magic pulse that interfered with the lights here.”

“Can you fix it?” Fluttershy asked desperately. She was getting hornier with the wait, and it made her impatient.

“I don’t have the parts on hoof,” Pinkie admitted. “I’ll have to send out for ‘em. I can jury-rig a solution for now, but you’re really gonna want to get the right stuff in as soon as possible. I’m thinkin’ five to seven business days.”

“But we can fix it just enough to run for now, right?” Rarity said, just as eager as Fluttershy, it seemed.

“Yup,” Pinkie said, and pulled herself out from under the motor. “I got ‘er set up for ya. Flick that switch and we can get goin’.”

For some reason she was starting to drawl like Applejack. But Fluttershy couldn’t think about that for now, she was so needy.

“Well, if you think it’s okay…” Rarity said, and once again flicked the switch. For a moment the motor rattled to life, and the first of toys began to thrust. Fluttershy let out a moan as the toy sunk into her cunt, one inch…

There was a loud crack, and the pressure on her slit disappeared as the mechanical arm fell to the ground.

“What now?” Rarity cried out in desperation, flicking the machine off.

“Huh,” Rarity said after a thorough inspection. “Every single screw that came with the product is flimsy. Every single one of them is a disaster waiting to happen. Pinkie, you still have a few left over in your mane, right?”

“A few,” Pinkie said. “But if every screw is bad, we’ll have to replace every single one?”

“I’m afraid so,” Rarity replied. “If nothing else, this contraption simply isn’t safe. Come on, Fluttershy darling. Let’s get you untied.”

Fluttershy groaned.

It took them another hour to replace every single screw. Three more of the screws that came with the product broke while they were in process. By the time they were done, all three of them were cranky and needy.

Finally they were able to get Fluttershy back in place, ready to turn it on again.

“Keep your hooves crossed,” Pinkie muttered. “And good—”

“Don’t even jinx us, darling,” Rarity groaned. “Let’s just get this over with.”

She flicked the switch.

Nothing.

All three of them groaned.

“I didn’t even know that spell batteries had an expiration date,” Rarity’s voice was exasperated. “And why would they send out merchandise with expired components? It’s just bad business practice.”

“I think,” Pinkie said, as she installed the new battery they’d found in Twilight’s storage room, “that’s part of the point of their business model. Flim and Flam keep costs low to maximize margins, then rely on new customers taken in by flashy advertising and fast-talking sales presentations. They don’t bother to keep old customers as long as they can keep bringing in fresh blood.”

“That’s a pretty astute analysis of their business model,” Rarity said. “But I thought they’d improved after they took over that resort in Las Pegasus.”

“But remember, that was before their Friendship University,” Pinkie continued.

“Can we please focus?” Fluttershy groaned. “I just want to get started.”

“Okay, okay,” Pinkie said, fitting the battery cover back in place. “That should be enough. Let’s just turn it on to see if it works, then we can worry about getting you in your spot.”

“Right,” Rarity said grimly, and her horn lit as she flicked the switch.

Everything went white. Sparks and smoke filled the room. The air was full of the smell of ozone and fried electronics. PInkie screamed, and Fluttershy dove in front of her, wings spread protectively. Rarity covered all three of them in a bubble of magic, just in time for half-melted plastic, broken glass, and silicone misshapen from the heat to rain all over the room.

“For Celestia’s sake!” Rarity growled, as the hissing and smoking died down. “Darling, I don’t know if we can fix this.”

“Oh, I think we can,” Fluttershy muttered, stepping towards the melted pile of electronics, mechanical gears, and plastic. “Pinkie, open the window.”

With a nervous look, Pinkie did so. Fluttershy scooped the entire thing up and, with a howl of rage, she hurled it all out the window.

Pinkie and Rarity stared at her.

“There. I fixed it,” she said, turning back towards them after making sure the debris hadn’t hit anypony. “Now. I’m angry and I’m horny. I can either go take a cold shower, or we can figure out if there’s anything in this room that’ll rut me silly that isn’t breakable.”

Rarity and Pinkie Pie gave each other a look.

“I’m scare-roused,” Pinkie whimpered meekly, and Rarity nodded with a gulp.

In the morning, Ditzy Doo the mailmare found the three of them cuddled up in a pile of torn blankets and destroyed pillows. Fluttershy was fast asleep, though the other two were just waking.

“I have a ticket for Miss Fluttershy. Fifty bit fine for littering…” Ditzy began, but Rarity held a hoof over her muzzle.

“Shh,” Pinkie whispered. “She had a rough time yesterday. I’ll take that for her. Thank you.”

“You should move on, darling,” Rarity said with a smile. “I don’t know how she’ll be when she wakes up, but she was pretty upset. It took both of us to calm her down.”

Ditzy sniffed the air, clearly noting the scent of sex on the air, and gave a little giggle.

“Okay. Um.”

Ditzy had always admired the beautiful, graceful Fluttershy, though…

“Maybe I should stick around, though. In case the littering ticket makes her more upset, and she needs to calm down again.”

She tried to give them a half-lidded look. It seemed to work, because the two of them laughed.

“Maybe you should,” Pinkie cooed. “Come, pull up a… scrap of blanket. We’ll see how she feels when she wakes up.”

Author's Note

Okay, maybe this chapter went a little closer to silly than sexy. But the idea was too good to pass up.