The Crystal Mirror

Fluttershy awoke to something... wet. Wet, painful and yet, good. She opened her eyes and all at once she was reminded of her predicament as she attempted to move but was met with only a dull ache from her shoulders and hips. Right, she was tied up. She tried in vain to roll her shoulders to relieve some of the built up tension from her night suspended-

Something wet was being pushed against her pussy.

She whipped her head down to be met with the sight of Winona pushing her muzzle lightly up against her, sniffing her sore pussy.

“Ah! No, no, please don’t do that Winona!” She begged as she attempted to wiggle away which, unfortunately for her, only seemed to encourage the eager dog to push her nose up further and blink at her blankly. Right, she couldn’t use her abilities. Which meant she couldn’t ask Winona to stop in a way the dog would understand, either. “No, no, no-“

“What in tarnation is going on here?” A familiar voice called just as the dog let her tongue roll out, giving an experimental lick to fluttershy’s wedgied cunt. She let out a muffled shriek as applejack made her way into the barn, angry footsteps stopping in front of the pair. “Ya really gettin’ on my last nerve, and to think I was gonna let ya go too!”

“Wait, applejack- please- it’s not what it looks like I swear! I woke up- ah!” fluttershy began but cut herself off as she felt the wet tongue once again brush up against her. She whined in displeasure, wiggling in an attempt to free herself - which only seemed to add fuel to the fire, as the farm girl in front of her took it to mean something else entirely.

“That’s it! I was going easy on ya before, but now you’re really in for it.”

It wasn’t long before fluttershy had been cut down and rearranged on the barn floor, a makeshift gag of her own panties taped in place on her face. This time she was laid bare and spread eagle on her back, her legs stretched out and tied down to two opposite beams while her wrists were pulled to two more. She tried to weakly fight the movements as they happened but spending the night tied up had weakened her considerably, so it was all she could do to stretch her arms while she had the chance. As soon as she was roped into position the farmer came back around to her dress, pulling it up at her skirt and down at her chest so it bunched around her waist, undoing her corset in the process and uncoupling the front of her bra to fully expose her body to the cool air of the barn. Her nipples hardened quickly due to the cold which only had applejack tutting.

“Can’t help yourself, can ya?”

The muffled sound of fluttershy’s pleads fell on deaf ears as the farmer and her dog both took this as cue, advancing upon the bound and helpless girl at once. Applejack got there first, sitting down on the girl’s midsection and grabbing fistfuls of her heavy breasts, squeezing harshly as Winona began to lick against fluttershy’s spread pussy with little resistance. Fluttershy began to whine in displeasure as applejack slid her fingers higher, gripping her nipples and pulling them upwards, even twisting at times as the dog opened her up further, slipping the large wetness into her pussy lightly to lap up the previous day’s leftovers. But that wasn’t the only problem fluttershy had.

See, fluttershy valued routine. It was important to her that her animals were well looked after, which meant she had a strict feeding time, bed time and rising time for them and herself. This also meant that she had a pretty consistent schedule for… well…

The pressure in her bladder wasn’t helped by applejacks weight pushing directly down onto it. Missing her nighttime bathroom break she could manage, but by morning she was always bursting.

Having her legs spread did not help.

Fluttershy squirmed in place, desperately trying to hold herself together lest she piss off the farmer anymore, but it was no use. As much as she tried to hold it she was constantly slightly too distracted. As Winona got braver the dog pushed her tongue in harder, lapped deeper, opened her pussy up wider and got her wetter and wetter. But it was applejack who ended up breaking her concentration enough for the metaphorical damn to break. With a sharp twist of her nipples and a slight jump on her bladder, fluttershy was gone.

Humiliated tears streaked down her cheeks as she squirted, too weak to keep her stream back once it began. Winona, luckily, didn’t seem to mind all that much as the only picked up the place of her licking, sucking down the warm stream as it emptied out of fluttershy.

Applejack didn’t feel the same.

“What the- are ya seriously- what is wrong with you? Bein’ tongue fucked by the dog wasn’t enough for ya? How much of a whore are ya?” She exclaimed in a moment of almost wonder, taking off her hat as she turned to watch her dog lick the piss out of the bound girl below her. That seemed to be the last straw as the farmer took it as a challenge, putting her hat back on with a determined look - and with one last sharp tug on fluttershy’s nipples - picking herself up and turning on her heel to leave the barn once more.

Winona only seemed to pick up the pace once fluttershy had finished her stream, digging her tongue deeper into the pussy in front of her as though it would help her uncover more. There was an embarrassing wet noise as the dog tongue fucked her cunt that started to really get to her, in more ways than one. She started to pant and writhe in place as the steady shluck of the warm muscle spread her open more and more. Fluttershy could feel herself getting close from the stimulation of the warm, wet tongue cleaning out her insides (as much as the hated that fact) but she tried to hold herself back as more tears streamed down her face. Her cheeks burned a hot red and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the farmer returned with a horse and a strange black item in her hand. She was almost relieved when applejack called Winona back, only to realise the farmer had something much, much worse in mind for her.

“Fine, if you’re gonna be such a whore then I’m sure ya won’t mind somethin’ bigger than a dog tongue. Ever tried a horse?”