The Crystal Mirror

Fluttershy shivered in place as the sticky mess between her legs froze her. She was at least able to stand up and grab a nearby roll of paper towels to attempt to start wiping away the excess cream. She didn't get far through before pinkie returned, bouncing into the room and giggling at her predicament. Fluttershy's shorts were around her knees, panties around her thighs and she was awkwardly holding her legs apart as she dabbed at her leaky pussy.

"Come on silly, lunch is over! I need to open up shop or the cakes won't be happy when they get back tonight, but that's totally okay because I made you a spot to sit!" And with a jolt, fluttershy once again had her panties pulled up her ass as she was dragged backwards by them. Her shorts came loose as she was pulled, while she squealed and stumbled and tried desperately to pull herself free - but it was no use as the mixture was once again pushed up into her holes. The front of her panties was rising as she was dragged to the (thankfully empty) shop floor and pushed to kneel on a pile of fresh blankets under the desk. She gasped as her panties were let go and attempted to begin to peel them away discreetly before her hands were pulled forward and tied with something.

"There! You've just gotta stay there for a while as I do my job and then we can play some more, okay?" Pinkie exclaimed happily, tying the last of the (surprisingly strong) streamers around her wrist and attaching it to the leg of the desk, forcing fluttershy to bow on her knees. Then she moved to the other side of the desk and tied an ankle to each corner, trapping her in place. And as the finishing touch, she grabbed the back of her panties once more and pulled upwards, lifting her off the ground slightly and securing them under the cash machine, leaving her to hover helplessly with her legs spread and arms bound into place. Fluttershy squeaked, attempting to close her legs to make the wedgie easier to deal with, but being unable to move much in her position. "Great! You can be my wedgie toy when I have customers! I'll be back soooon!"

And with that, the flurry of pink hopped away, leaving fluttershy to struggle.

She tried her hands first, trying to claw at the streamers binding her in place, and when that failed, began trying to kick her legs free. That only bounced her in place, forcing her panties deeper into her - and then they shifted. Fluttershy gasped as she realised what she had to do, and with a quick second to morn the rub she would have to inflict between her own cheeks, began to bounce herself. It didn't hurt as much as she assumed it might due to the slippery cream between her legs as she shook her ass to dislodge the panties from the cash machine. In fact, it almost felt kind of... good. She bit her lip and shifted a little to get a better angle, realising too late into her bounce that it would force the material between her lips.

She held in a moan as it rubbed against her slick clit. Fluttershy froze as she realised her predicament - she'd to either bounce for her freedom, rubbing her clit and accidentally self pleasuring at the same time, or she had to stay as she was and hope that pinkie would let her go after.

With a determined sigh, she prepared herself for what she had to do. Her ass lifted and bounced once more, pulling against her pussy and rubbing between her lips as she humped her panties. The friction was delicious, almost intoxicating as her resolve crumbled, driving her deeper and deeper into her thrusts against the material. It was rough but soft, hard but so good as the bananas aided her journey. She closed her eyes in… concentration (definitely not pleasure, she would tell herself) and began to lightly pant.

"Your pet is making a mess." A familiar voice sounded out. Fluttershy froze, eyes snapping open as she gasped and turned. She hasn't heard the door open. Standing, staring down at her with her arms crossed and a stern look on her face was none other than twilight and her dog, spike. Fluttershy felt her cheeks explode with colour and her throat close as humiliated tears sprang to her eyes, only for pinkie pie to pop out of the kitchen and embarrass her further by effectively doubling her audience.

"Oh twilight! I didn't hear you come in, I have your order ready!" Pinkie bounced in place, zooming away to return just as quickly, holding a bag with a cupcake label on the front.

"I teleported. It's much more time efficient." Twilight said shortly, wrinkling her nose and pushing her glasses further up her face as she peered down at fluttershy, who still had fat tears rolling down her face. "And it's a good job I did. You took in a stray?"

"Oh, her? She's not a pet! She's a..." pinkie pie trailed off, looking thoughtful. "Well actually I'm not sure what she is. She's like us, but I've just had this crazy urge to do all these fun things to her since I saw her."

"Please, twilight, pinkie, it's me! Fluttershy! And this hurts!" Fluttershy sobbed out, wiggling in place in a last ditch attempt to free herself. The cloudy, thoughtful look on pinkie's face disappeared in an instant, replaced with a giggle, while twilight rolled her eyes.

"Well, whatever it is, it's made a mess. You need to take it out back and hose it off and then punish it for this, otherwise it'll never learn." Twilight turned to pinkie, grabbing the bag pinkie held and placing it on the table. "I can help while you run the shop if you'd like."

"Why are you being so cruel? Twilight please, it's me!" Fluttershy cried out, tears finally coming to a stop.

"Hmm, I don't know twilight, I think she might be-"

"Leave this to me pinkie pie." Twilight interrupted, nodding her head in finality. "I'm sure you have the right tools, show me your kitchen."

Twilight turned then, pushing an uncertain pinkie pie into the kitchen as fluttershy begged fruitlessly for her freedom. She huffed out an irritated noise and then began to bounce herself again with a renewed passion for freedom - almost immediately dislodging herself on the second bounce. She groaned as the panties keeping her prisoner snapped free and hit her back, but she couldn't revel in the relief for long. She turned her head to see if there was anything around to help her. The ties on her wrists were too tight, but maybe if she summoned her wings she could carefully pull something close to cut herself free.

She turned her head to come face to face with spike.

With a gasp, she quietly called the dog over, keeping her voice low as she heard loud clanging from the kitchen. She didn't have much time.

He trotted over, settling his head on his paws at her face level, curiously tilting his head as she gestured to herself and whisper-pleaded for help. Maybe if she tried really hard her powers would start working again. The dog blinked once, twice, before standing up and trotting behind her. She breathed a sigh, he must know what to do-

A nose pushed against the side of her wedgied ass. Fluttershy gulped.