Rarity's Assertiveness Training Course

Chapters

Lesson 1
Lesson 2: Humility
Lesson 3: Sensitivity
Lesson 4: Control

Lesson 1

"Rarity, really, you don't have to go through all this trouble just for me.”

Fluttershy tries to hide behind her long pink mane, scuffing her hoof nervously along the floor as Rarity circles about, pulling and prodding and tightening the dress that she'd insisted Fluttershy simply had to wear.

"Nonsense, it's no trouble at all. And do stop fidgeting, dear," she scolds as she adjusts the luxurious ruffled skirt that perfectly accents Fluttershy's tail.

“Just one more snap and...there!"

Hoping that Rarity won't notice the rosy tinge of her cheeks, she turns to observe her wings as she flexes them up and down through the openings in the tight, red leather garment. Although she'd never, ever, ever say so, Fluttershy actually feels a bit embarrassed in the unusual outfit that Rarity picked out for her. She's never worn a ... corset before, and the way this itty-bitty skirt is framing her rear seems awfully lewd.

"Are you sure this is all, um, necessary?"

"Of course!" Rarity replies as she practically skips to the finely carved doors on the opposite wall of her bedroom. "Wearing the proper clothing is one of the most important aspects of this whole exercise. If we're going to turn you into a confident and forceful young mare, you'll have to look the part..."

"If you ... say so ..."

"And I'll have to look the part as well," she continues, producing a strange assortment of leather straps from somewhere deep inside her enviably large closet. "Today, you're a princess. And I am your humble and willing maidservant."

“Princess? M-maidservant?" she stutters. Nervously glancing about the room, the doors locked and shades drawn ("I want you to be completely comfortable, Fluttershy. We can't have anyone looking in on our training exercises now can we?"), she begins to wonder just what kind of crazy situation she's gotten herself into this time.

"Well, oh my ... Well, um, okay but ... where's your dress, Rarity?"

She gives her a rather amused look, "Why, it's right here," she says, dangling the straps about playfully.

Fluttershy stares questioningly for a moment at the tangle of belts and buckles and o-rings. It seems like the sort of thing she would imagine a workhorse should have. She can't fathom what use a delicate and sophisticated pony like Rarity would have for something like that.

"I'm so glad you finally agreed to this. This is just what you need, you'll see."

Very deliberately, Rarity begins fastening herself into the shimmering black leather harness. Beginning with her forelegs, she slips her hooves through the straps and slides them slowly up and over her shoulders, carefully locking down the first buckle just above her withers. She notes with amusement that it's times like these that make her truly appreciate being a unicorn. She never has to worry about not being able to reach. Not even if her whole body were tied up, her legs wrapped and bound with a fresh and silky rope, leaving her rolling and writhing and twisting about on the floor, lusciously hogtied like a steer at one of Applejack's rodeos ...

Rarity shakes herself out of her fantasy, remembering that she's doing this for Fluttershy, after all.

She places the next belt about her chest, firmly against the muscles just above her tummy. This is one of her most favorite straps: an especially thick band, the biggest one in the whole set. She can never resist tightening it just a little too much, and lets out a little moan as she fastens the buckle. She just loves to feel the wide belt squeezing against her flesh with each and every tiny movement she makes. It's so constraining, so ... delightful the way it denies her the very deepest of breaths. That feeling of being just on the edge of danger is simply exhilarating.

She ventures a glance at Fluttershy, finding her pink-faced and watching curiously as Rarity dresses herself. She suddenly finds herself blushing as well, now a bit flustered at the thought of doing all this in front of somepony.

It is, one might say, an unexpected bonus.

With extra care, she gently slips the lower straps between her hind legs and around her haunches, giggling as Fluttershy timidly looks away. She passes a third strap over her croup, firmly attaching it to each of the smaller straps about her legs.

Eagerly, she turns her attention to the penultimate pieces of the outfit. Being sure not to move too quickly in her excitement, she pulls a pair of tight leather stockings onto her hind legs, first one, and then the other, clipping each one to the belts around her rump. Rarity grows rather giddy at the wonderful feeling of every inch of her legs squeezed and pressed into the soft black sleeves. She flexes each knee for just a moment, savoring the lovely tension that it creates before moving on to the best part; a very simple little strap that she latches to an o-ring at the inside of each leg.

Fluttershy, having summoned the courage to look once again in Rarity's direction, finds herself confused at the latest addition.

“Rarity," she asks, "um, excuse me but, why are you tying your legs together like that? Won't it be hard to move?"

"Well, yes, dear, that's the whole point," she replies, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And now, for the piece de resistance," she announces as she happily buckles a collar and leash around her neck. "Aaah, yes, that is simply marvelous."

After taking a moment to stretch and test the integrity of her straps, she turns to Fluttershy with a sober and serious expression.

"Alright, it's time for the lesson." Fluttershy shrinks under her stern gaze, much to Rarity's disappointment. "You see, Fluttershy?" she huffs, "That is your problem: you're simply too afraid of conflict!"

"Oh, I am? I'm sorry."

Rarity sighs and gives her a pitying look, "It's alright, darling, that's what we're here for. Now, I want you to stand with your head high. Today, you will be the one in charge. You are powerful and deserve respect. I want you to command me. You see, getting used to the feeling of power will help you become more open and more willing to make your presence known. You must force your will upon me. Do you understand? "

"If ... if that's what you want ..."

"Good, now let's begin."

With that, Rarity lowers herself to the floor. She coaxes Fluttershy to take her leash and looks up through her long and carefully maintained eyelashes, "I'm all yours, my Mistress," she says, fluttering her eyelids cutely. "Drag me around. Step on me. Give me your orders. I'm ever so eager to please you."

Fluttershy stares down at her friend, quite certain that she's never been in such an odd situation before. She shakes her head. "No," she thinks to herself "this is no time to worry about little things like that. Rarity went through a lot of trouble for me, so I'm gonna do my best."

"Alright," she says, raising herself up to her full height, gripping the leash firmly in her teeth, "lets, um ... go for a walk then."

Rarity almost squeals in excitement as Fluttershy turns away, pulling at her leash and goading her to stand. They walk very slowly around the room, but the white pony's beautiful heart is, nevertheless, beating rather quickly. Fluttershy is quite fond of animals, after all, so it only makes sense that she'd know how to use a leash. Rarity luxuriates in every second, feeling life in every inch of her body, hugged inside the firm and loving grasp of her harness. With each hobbling step she takes, she feels her stockings gripping her legs, tight against her skin as her very body fights against itself, each leg tugging and yanking at the other. It's simply delicious. Every so often, she'll pull slightly against the collar, testing her boundaries only to be stiffly pulled back in line by her Mistress. She could go on like this forever. "Mmmm..."

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" Fluttershy asks in a slight panic.

"Hm? Oh, no, perish the thought, dear! You're doing wonderfully!" Rarity suddenly pauses as she's struck by a realization: she's been acting rather selfishly, hasn't she? "You are doing very well, Fluttershy, but ... well, all we've done is walk around my bedroom. Perhaps there's something else you wish for me to do? You are my lovely and intelligent Mistress, after all."

Fluttershy wavers for a moment, thoughtfully considering what sorts of things she could possibly ask for. Generally, she tries not to be a bother.

"Well, um ... I guess ... turn around?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Rarity replies as she eagerly spins about, her tail twitching as she leaves her backside exposed and unprotected. "What could be next?" she wonders. "Is she going to slap me? Or maybe even a kick? And with my back turned, I won't even see it coming. Fluttershy can be so clever sometimes," she thinks, "this is so devilishly exciting."

She continues to wait. And wait. And wait ... her anticipation waning as Fluttershy remains silent.

"Okay ... now, I guess ... stand on one leg?"

Rarity complies distractedly, growing slightly concerned that perhaps the exercise isn't going exactly the way she'd hoped.

"Well now, um," Fluttershy continues hesitantly, "um ... hop up and down?"

"Fluttershy~!" Rarity whines, clopping her hooves irritably, "This isn't Simon Says!"

"Am I doing it wrong?" Fluttershy asks, dropping the leash from her mouth and lowering her head in shame.

Rarity looks on, conflicted with feelings of annoyance and compassion. "You're supposed to be giving me real orders," she pouts, "Something that makes you feel powerful and important."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Um ..." she trails off uncertainly, "What sort of things did you have in mind?"

Rarity pauses, absently tossing her mane back as she thinks, her curls bouncing vibrantly against the collar on her neck. "Well ..." she says, "Oh, I know! How about a hoof massage!" She claps her forehooves together excitedly, "What fun! It'll be just like a day at the spa!"

Fluttershy smiles shyly. She is rather fond of massages. "That does sound nice, if you wouldn't mind that is. Oh! I mean ..." Lifting her head confidently, she looks Rarity square in the eye, clears her throat and says in her most self-assured voice "I demand that you massage my hooves."

Rarity approaches Fluttershy with a satisfied smirk, placing her forelegs around her neck and drawing her lightly to the floor. "As you wish, my Mistress."

Her pink locks cascade over the sumptuous violet carpet as she turns about to lie upon her back. Rarity circles around her backside, giggling as she slides her hoof along Fluttershy's left hind leg. "I will obey my wonderful Mistress's every whim."

Carefully and slowly, she begins to squeeze the sides of Fluttershy's hoof, kneading it between her own forehooves with the practiced skill of a professional. With large, gentle, circular motions, she moves along the edge of the hoof, pressing into the firm surface. She can already feel Fluttershy melting under the effects of her caress, her eyes closed, her muscles loosening and her breaths slowly growing ever deeper. Rarity herself can't help but savor the touch of one hoof against another, drawing long, smooth lines into the soft region at the center of her svelte extremity.

She gradually begins to move higher on the leg, sliding her hooves along her ankle, past her knee, up to the very edge of her hindquarters. She moves aside the ruffled fringe of Fluttershy's skirt, slipping her hoof underneath and gently massaging her supple haunch, smiling as Fluttershy lets out a satisfied moan.

The young yellow pony sighs in contentment at the feeling of Rarity holding her leg, rubbing her hoof slowly along her limb to the side of her rump, the knots in her muscles all but dissolving away. She'd had no idea just how tense she'd become. Sleepily, she opens her eyes at a curious wet feeling on her hoof.

Her heart jumps, her face quickly heating up as she finds Rarity hovering over her hoof, her mouth resting on the tip, watching her with a seductive gaze that brilliantly displays her alluring blue velvet eyes. Fluttershy, blushing and stammering, simply doesn't know what to think "Wha? I...I...I..."

"Is something wrong? Am I not pleasing, my Mistress?" Rarity asks, her voice plaintive, almost whiny in tone "Tell me I'm good," she kisses the sole of her hoof, "Tell me I'm...bad."

"I...I...I..."

Rarity touches her lips lightly against the flat of the hoof, ever so slowly drawing her open mouth along, savoring the feel and texture of the hoof as it slides past. Fluttershy finds herself twitching, shivering at the feeling of Rarity's light, warm breath, her cheeks growing hotter with each passing moment.

Pushing back the strands of purple hair that have fallen across her face, Rarity begins to draw tiny circles with the tip of her tongue, one after another upon the pastel pad. And then larger circles, until at last she's greedily licking the bottom of Fluttershy's hoof, loving every cute little gasp and squeak that it elicits, each one like a word of praise from her kindhearted mistress.

"Fluttershy, you're such a strong and beautiful young lady, have I ever told you that?" she asks as she moves to the other leg, once more running her hooves smoothly from haunch to tip. "You're always thinking of others, but you must think about yourself sometimes too, darling." She pauses and looks up pleadingly. "Do you want more?"

Her mind still buzzing, Fluttershy responds succinctly. "Heeee."

Rarity laughs "My Mistress, I simply must have your order. Please," she urges breathily, "command me."

"M-more ... please ..."

"What was that?" she asks mischievously.

"More!" Fluttershy lies back, shutting her eyes as she absently begins to rub her forehoof on her own lips. "More. It's ... very nice."

"Yes, Mistress," she replies, pressing her cheek to the hoof. "As you wish."

Clutching Fluttershy's rear limb with her forelegs, Rarity begins to nuzzle her way down, softly rubbing the leg against her cheek, prodding her soft and yielding muscles with her snout, all the while leaving the yellow pony quivering excitedly under her ministrations. When she reaches the base of the leg, she gingerly touches her tongue to the surface, drawing a sharp gasp from her Mistress. But still she continues, now up toward the hoof, lapping hungrily at the supple surface of her skin. With long, slow licks, she takes in the scent of wild strawberries, the texture like the skin of a peach against the flat of her tongue as it travels up the back of Fluttershy's hock.

As she once more reaches the round and pliable surface of her Mistress's gorgeous hoof, she smirks as she peers over the top, finding Fluttershy rather occupied herself, her eyes closed and her cheeks nearly as pink as her hair, anxiously licking the surface of her own forehoof.

She begins rolling and massaging her Mistress's hind hoof, watching with a playful grin as Fluttershy wiggles about on the floor, her wings splayed and erect. She lowers her face once more, giving the edge of the hoof a teasing nip. Tiny, gentle bites, one after another, each followed by a small kiss.

Fluttershy twitches when Rarity sets her teeth gently on her hoof, squeezing the tough but delicate flesh with her mouth, warming the surface with her breath and tickling the skin with the mild touch of her tongue.

Rarity feels so dirty, and disgusting, and wonderful as she pulls her tongue away, drawing a thin thread of saliva before greedily returning and capturing the edge of the hoof in her mouth, forcefully sucking on the rough edge of the pad.

"H-hhhhnnn! Ah!" Fluttershy opens her eyes, heaving throaty breaths as she watches her friend suck heatedly on her hoof. Her eyes lock with Rarity's as she tauntingly extends her tongue, tickling the surface of her sole before kissing the edge of the hoof.

"Am I doing well, Mistress?" she asks.

Fluttershy smiles roguishly, "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

She giggles as she lies back once more, running her hooves through her mane, her eyes on the luxurious ceiling above, reveling in the feeling of Rarity's soft tongue on her hoof.

She thinks she just might enjoy being assertive.

Lesson 2: Humility

Fluttershy's eyes dart back and forth between her two friends, her stomach already tingling with the
telltale signs of panic.

"W-what are you doing here, Twilight?"

The other ponies stare back in amusement, leaving Fluttershy feeling even more vulnerable, once again
locked in Rarity’s bedroom and forced to wear yet another bizarre outfit. Well, sure, the lace is rather pretty,
but she can't understand the purpose for these funny feeling “panties” at all. As if it weren't bad enough that
Rarity gets to see her in this ridiculous getup, now she finds Twilight's here as well?

"She's here to help with our lesson," Rarity responds, interrupting Twilight even as she opens her
mouth to reply. “Isn't that right, Twilight?"

Fluttershy watches, astonished as her purple friend meekly lowers her head. “Yes, ma'am," she says,
her tone much more subdued than usual.

"You see, I've been teaching Twilight to be more humble," she continues, “and it occurred to me that
she would be the perfect assistant for our little exercise today."

"But, Rarity, I ... I don't think I'm ready!" Fluttershy objects, fidgeting with the white, lacy bands on her
stockings. “And you know I don't like ... um ... dressing up like this.”

"But it does look good on you, Fluttershy!” Twilight says with an encouraging smile.

“Yes, dear. You look simply adorable in that ensemble. Although, I am sorry that you had to wear the
white set when pink would have looked so much better on you. But, as you can plainly see," Rarity says,
giving a small tug to one of Twilight's silky, pink stockings, "white wouldn't work on Twilight at all. And as
I've said before, the outfits are so important to the process,” she notes as she rises back on her hind legs,
catching up her long, purple mane in her hooves. Her glamorous yet provocative pose intentionally
emphasizes the tiny leather triangle strapped about her nether regions, along with a nearby pair of glittery
silver rings.

Fluttershy's hoof flies to her mouth, "Rarity! You have piercings in your ... oh my."

“Proper accessorization, dear,” she says with a wink as she lowers her hooves to the floor. “Now then,
let's not waste any more time. Come, Twilight."

Twilight is quick to obey, approaching the bed timidly while Fluttershy looks on in trepidation.

"Hooves up," Rarity commands, a stern edge to her normally friendly voice.

Feeling a twinge of fear, Twilight places her forehooves on the bed, her silken stockings almost slipping
against the red, satiny comforter. In a moment, she feels her hooves, both before and behind, suddenly
gripped in the misty hold of Rarity's magic. Through the quivering in her stomach, she tries to remind
herself that this whole thing is for her own good.

But that doesn't mean that it isn't painful.

And it sometimes feels a bit ... strange, as well.

With surprising strength, the chains of mystical energy slowly pull at her hooves, sliding her feet along
the floor and spreading her hind legs in an embarrassingly suggestive manner, her panties squeezing tight
against her hips. She can already sense the blush creeping into her cheeks. She tugs against the magical
bonds, finding them completely rigid, rendering her helpless as she feels one tendril of magic lifting her tail,
leaving it to cascade across her back, and another wrapping itself delicately around her ... her horn.
A sharp jerk pulls her head to the side, Rarity forcing her to watch as she levitates a thin, wooden cane
from beneath her bed.

Fluttershy can hardly believe what she's seeing. "Rarity!" she gasps, "W-w-what are you planning to
do with that?"

Despite her anxiety, Twilight can't resist an amused scoff. "Yeah, it's a real mystery ..."

“Twilight!” Rarity looks at her with obvious disapproval. With a huff, she lightly flicks the cane
against the little ruffles at the tops of Twilight's stockings, “My, my, we definitely have to do something about
this ... sarcasm."

"You aren't going to hurt her, right?"

"Oh, don't be so naive, Fluttershy. If she isn't punished, how will she ever learn?" With a wicked grin,
Rarity moves the tip of the cane along Twilight's backside, leaving tiny taps here and there against her skin as
she slowly draws it up, past the pastel frill of her panties, along her bare belly and up to her cheek. "Besides.
if she didn't like it," she adds, turning to Twilight as she rubs along her chest, "she wouldn't keep coming
back. lsn't that right?"

“Yes, ma'am," she replies with a breathy whimper.

“So,” Rarity swings the rod through the air, driving Twilight to visibly tense at the vicious sound it
creates, "this is where we start your lesson as well. Fluttershy, I want you to remind her why she's being
punished, so that you can become more accustomed to using your voice in a strong, assertive manner."

"Actually, I probably shouldn't, if that's okay with you."

“No no, you came to me for help, so help I shall!" Fluttershy lets out a surprised squeak as Rarity taps
her on the flank with the cane. “This practice is exactly what you need. Be loud, and be forceful!"

"Okay ... forceful."

Twilight watches from the corner of her eye as Fluttershy approaches and assumes her most confident
stance. “Twilight,” she says, clearing her throat in preparation, “every once in a while, I think you can be a
teensy bit ... um, brusque."

Rarity merely sighs. “Try again, dear. And with a bit more ‘oomph’ this time, if you please.
Remember, we're trying to teach her to be humble. You know, ‘take her down a peg,' as they say?"

"But, Rarity ..." she whispers, "I don't want to hurt her feelings!"

"You d-...You don't..." she groans in exasperation, putting a hoof to her forehead, “Alright, look at it this
way Fluttershy: you like animals, right? So, why don't you just think of Twilight here as one of your fuzzy little ... creatures?"

"What? Um, but, why?"

"Well, your animals don't normally listen to polite suggestions, now do they?"

"Oh, no, sometimes they can be very stubborn. But that's just because they don't know any better.”

"You have to be rather ... forceful?"

"Oo~oh! Now I understand!" She grins. "Yes, I think I can do this!” After a quick moment of mental
preparation, she sets her hooves firmly and looks down at Twilight with an almost disturbingly harsh glare.
“Twilight Sparkle! I'm very, very disappointed in you!" she declares, her voice dripping with attempted
bitterness. “How do you think everypony feels when you say those mean, sarcastic things to them? We all
know you're smart, but that doesn't mean it's okay to make the rest of us feel stupid!"

Already unexpectedly intimidated by this new, assertive Fluttershy, Twilight turns her face away as
she feels regret bubble up in her breast. "Oh." She wonders, had she really been too careless and made her
new friends feel bad about themselves?

She feels her regret even more keenly when the cane cuts across her backside.

"Aaackg!" She bites off a scream, her body jerking against the grasp of magical fetters as the agonizing
pain spreads across her rear. A choked sigh escapes her throat, her cheek falling against the bed as the razor
sting of the strike fades and becomes a burning, buzzing tingle that washes all along her haunch, down her
legs, even into her belly. Her breaths are heavy as she lies against the bed, the clean scent of Rarity’s sheets
very acute in her nose, the firm feeling of the magic against her limbs and even the soft touch of her lingerie
suddenly much more perceptible.

Fluttershy stares in horror as Rarity gently strokes Twilight's flank with the edge of the cane, a long,
red welt already rising on her skin. "Are you sure this is safe?" she asks, her heart throbbing with concern for
her friend.

"Don't worry yourself, dear; it's perfectly safe. I know exactly what l'm doing. Wouldn't you agree,
Twilight?"

"Y-yes ... ma'am."

Rarity looks quite pleased with herself as she turns to Fluttershy. “Well?” she prods, "You both have
much more to learn, darling. Do continue."

Seeing the contrite, but somehow contented look on Twilight's face, along with Rarity's reassurance,
Fluttershy's doubt steadily begins to dissolve. Besides, for a just a moment, being assertive had actually
felt ... good.

"Twilight, have you ever thought about how you make others feel with your know-it-all attitude?" she
asks, her voice stronger than it has been in a quite some time. “Poor Pinkie Pie gets the worst of it too, and
you know how sensitive she can be! You're supposed to be her friend!" Fluttershy watches without flinching
as Rarity lands another lash across Twilight's rear end.

"Why, you should be ashamed of yourself!" Fluttershy continues, even as Twilight shivers from the last
strike. As she lies there, nearly sweating, her face heating with her ever rising blush, two more rapid strokes
whip across her bottom.

A whimper escapes her clenched teeth, her eyes dripping tears into her mane as she buries her face
into the bedspread. She can feel the force of the strikes reaching inside her body, the thought of brutal, pink
stripes burning into her flesh drawing a hot flush to her hindquarters. Twilight releases a quiet, quivering
moan as the initial pain begins to cool and spread like needle pricks across her delicate skin.

"Ashamed ..." Fluttershy looks away, finding herself struck with a mischievous idea. "Yes," she says,
“you should be ashamed of yourself ..."

Rarity watches curiously as Fluttershy walks to the shutters that cover the bedroom window ...

... and throws them open.

“It would be such a shame to waste this beautiful day, too," she says with a strange smile, "I wonder,
what will the pegasus ponies think when they fly by? Soon, everyone in town will know just what kind of
pony you really are." She practically stomps back to the bed. "Look at me,” she demands coolly.
Twilight turns her head nervously to the sound of her voice.

"Take off your panties."

Quickly glancing in confusion at Rarity, who fails to stifle a chuckle, Twilight turns back to the hard
gaze of Fluttershy as she feels her hooves released from the grip of unicorn magic. Finding her legs rather
wobbly and her head too fuzzy to concentrate, she reaches her forehooves back toward her rear. As she
touches the silky cloth, a realization breaks through the blur in her mind: she's about to ... expose herself. Of
course, normally she wouldn't wear clothes anyway ... but this is hardly a normal situation, is it? “What if
someone really does come by the window?" she wonders. “T-they'll see me being ... punished!"
They'll see her tail lifted in such an obscene and downright immoral fashion, they'll see her bent over
the bed, see the red stripes across her backside. They'll see ... everything.

"Well, dear? You don't want Fluttershy to get angry now, do you?" Rarity asks, tapping the cane
impatiently against the floor.

Her heart pounding, her chest heavy against the bed as her tears roll down her cheeks, Twilight presses
her trembling hooves against the waistband and begins to gently lower her panties. She pulls them down,
past the thick curve of her flank, past the harsh, stinging marks of the cane that stand out so much more
vividly in the bright light of the sun until, drifting one final inch, they softly slip over her hocks and slide
along her stockings to the floor,

Her breath catches as she pulls one hoof out of the pink undies, feeling the grasp of magic on her legs
once again, the thin, glittering fog roughly forcing them apart even as Rarity binds her forehooves, extending
her forelegs up and across the bed, leaving her in an even more uncomfortable position than before. She
suddenly becomes very aware of the breeze blowing through the open window, flowing over the fiery marks,
rolling a cold touch down her thighs and up, even to the freshly bared regions beneath her tail.

Rarity smiles as she brushes the cane teasingly across Twilight's newly exposed, naked buttocks, pulling
every so often at the bands of her stockings, letting them snap back roughly against her legs.

Despite the blush quickly rising to her own cheeks, Fluttershy is determined not to become flustered
this time, no matter what. "Now," she says, feeling unexpectedly satisfied at the sensation of her own voice
reverberating in her chest, “Apologize!”

Twilight responds as best she can with her face pressed against the bed, "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" she asks firmly " ‘I'm sorry for being a sarcastic know-it-all.’ Say it.”

“I'm sorry for being a sarcastic know-it-all!"

As a piercing crack rings out, Twilight squeals and throws her head back, sending her mane flowing over her shoulders. The cane cuts another slash against her bare bottom, weaving into a pattern that stretches across both cheeks of her rump, the feeling even more fierce, the area of the strike even longer without so much as a scrap of cloth between her backside and the hard shaft of the cane.

“Again!”

“I'm sorry for being ..." she pants, "for being a sarcastic know-it-all."

Her body quakes, her mind flooding with sensations as she anxiously awaits the next lash. Rarity
enjoys the opportunity to play with her a bit, watching her quiver as she pokes and prods at her, savoring the
sound of her shaky breaths.

The next blow is especially ferocious, cutting loudly through the air and landing with an echoing crash.
Twilight lets out a sharp cry as the cane connects, which quickly dissolves into quiet, sobbing moans as she
presses her cheek to the bed. Her backside shakes as her hips buck time and time again, her back arching,
her rear end wiggling as she struggles against the magic that holds her legs apart and locks her forehooves to
the bed.

"Again!"

"No," Rarity smirks, “I don't think you'll be getting anything else out of her today, Fluttershy,” she says
as she once more teases Twilight with the cane, caressing her flank with it, stroking her cutie mark and
slipping it down the inside of her hind legs, from the soft flesh above her stockings all the way to the pair of
crumpled panties still lying carelessly around one hoof.

“You've both done very, very well," she adds as she draws the cane over her fuzzy, purple neck and up
to her mane. Twilight continues to shiver, her hips still jumping as the cane moves to the base of her horn,
and gasps as it slides up the spiral, a small spurt of magic suddenly escaping the tip.

Rarity laughs as she pulls the cane away, licking off the wayward glimmer of magic that clings to the
end. "Now, Twilight," she says in an exaggerated, pouty tone, the electric flavor dancing about her tongue,
“I'm jealous! It just isn't fair that you get to have such fun all by yourself ..."

With the earlier adrenaline of the lesson fading, Fluttershy drifts once again into a familiar anxious
uncertainty. She watches Rarity take position alongside Twilight Sparkle, placing her hooves on the bed and
leaning forward as she spreads her back legs, the black leather strip of her strange panties quite visible
between her gleaming white haunches.

Brushing slowly up her own flank this time, Rarity raises the cane into the air. With an eager swipe,
she brings it down, groaning and laughing excitedly as she strikes herself. With enthusiastic, deliberate
motions she brings the rod down over and over against her own rear, the hot, red lines quickly accumulating
on her lightly bouncing backside.

“Goodness,” Fluttershy thinks to herself as she watches over her two friends, their bodies stretched
across the bed, their legs apart and rear ends lifted and covered in long, painful streaks, "I certainly hope I
never need humility training."

Fluttershy holds Twilight comfortingly to her chest as they all lie about on the floor, both Twilight and
Rarity holding ice-packs to their aching hindparts.

“I hope I didn't sound too mean. Um, you know I only said those things to help you, right?" she asks
hopefully, looking into Twilight's watery eyes.

"Uh huh."

Rarity speaks up, a bit regretful in hindsight about her lack of restraint (she won't be able to go outside
for days thanks to those ugly red stripes) “Well,” she sighs, “I hope we've all learned something today."

“Yes,” Twilight replies, sniffing as she wipes away a tear, “I‘ve learned that it's very important to stay
humble, and to always take your friend's feelings into consideration, even in the little things." Her expression
suddenly brightens. "Hey, I should tell Princess Celestia about this!"

“No!” Fluttershy panics, "Oh, uh, that is ... I think we should keep this just between us friends, you
know?"

"Oh. Well, I suppose that does make sense ...”

Fluttershy smiles as she closes her eyes, lowering her forehead to Twilight's, “Thank you."

Twilight shudders and squeaks as Fluttershy's head brushes against her horn, sending a small burst of
magic twinkling along her pink mane. She looks up, her eyes shimmering in apology, "... I got it in your
hair."

Her friend remains benevolent as she gently replies. “It'll wash out."

A loud clatter from outside suddenly draws their attention. To their surprise, they find a pair of blue
hooves struggling along the windowsill.

"Uh, guys," says a rather scratchy and somewhat panicked voice, "little help here, please?”

With a storm of worried exclamations, the three of them rush to the window.

“Rainbow Dash!?"

"Are you alright, dear?"

"We're coming just hold on!"

Together, they manage to pull their friend from her precarious position.

Heaving a relieved sigh from the safety of the floor, Rainbow Dash turns a blushing face to her friends. “Uh...thanks for the lift?”

"What ever were you doing out there?"

"Why didn't you just fly away?"

“Well, that's kind of a ... funny story," she says nervously. “See, I was just flying by when I happened to
notice the three of you in here, right? And then, for some crazy, unrelated reason, my wings suddenly,
um ... stopped working."

Her face flushes even more brightly as all eyes in the room fall on her wings, solidly erect and
immobile on her back

"Rainbow Dash," begins a rather upset Twilight Sparkle, “What did you see?"

“Oh! Uh, nothing ... weird or anything like that. Heh ... heh heh."

Fluttershy and Rarity exchange devious looks as Twilight falls to the ground, groaning as she buries her
face in her hooves.

“You know, Rarity, I think that Rainbow Dash could use a little lesson in sensitivity."

"Why, Fluttershy, that is a wonderful idea," she grins. "A wonderful idea indeed ..."

Lesson 3: Sensitivity

"Rainbow Dash, I'll ask one last time …." Rarity gives her an appraising look. "Are you absolutely certain you want to go through with this?"

Dash glances from one side to the other at the concerned faces of her friends Fluttershy and Twilight, her feet anxiously pacing in place and clopping against the floor of the library.

She doesn't need some lame "sensitivity training," but if they think she's gonna back down from a challenge they've got another thing comin'.

"Yeah, I said I'd do it, didn't I? What, you think I'm afraid or something?" She pushes her chest out defiantly. "I can take anything you can dish out!"

"Well then," Rarity replies, "shall we begin?"

With a blue mist of magic, she summons a pair of leather bags to her side, beckoning Twilight Sparkle to step forward as she begins to speak. "Rainbow Dash, you remember when we were giving Twilight her humility lesson, yes?"

Dash and Twilight shyly look away from each other, their cheeks growing pink. "I may remember something like that. So?"

"Today, you will be … instructing Twilight."

All eyes turn to Rarity, and Dash's mouth struggles to form words for a moment before her brow knits in anger, her eyes drifting to the floor. "That's gross! I'm no … fillyfooler."

"Oh, of course not, Rainbow Dash," Rarity says with a laugh. She leans closer. "I'd say you aren't fooling anyone." Dash freezes as Rarity bites down gently on the tip of her ear.

"H-hey!"

Rarity snickers as she steps away, "I'm only playing with you, dear. But honestly, what were you expecting?"

"I don't know," she mutters, her face blazing. "But I don't want to do anything weird."

"Rainbow, Rainbow, Rainbow, there's nothing perverse about what we're doing here. It's just a fun time with good friends. Think of it like … like an exercise. Or a game!"

"A game, huh?"

"Of course! Just a game, darling."

She raises her head. "Well … what do I have to do?"

"That's the spirit! Now as I was saying, you will be giving Twilight here," she indicates with her hoof, "a small refresher course in humility."

Dash lifts an eyebrow. "So … what, you just want me to hit her?" Twilight shrinks back from her upraised hoof.

"No! Goodness," Rarity huffs, "You don't just hit her, Rainbow Dash, you have to be more, hm … subtle. Think of her as your own personal little doll."

Rarity lifts a hoof to Twilight's chin, turning her blushing face this way and that. "You can play with her any way you like, and she will just stand there and beg you for more. Isn't that right, Twilight?"

"Y-y-yes."

Rarity smiles and gives her cheek a few tiny little slaps. "But don't be afraid to be a bit rough with her, Rainbow." One of the leather bags drops to the floor with a heavy plop. "Inside this bag, you'll find all sorts of other fun little toys." The second bag floating alongside, she turns away. "I'll be in the next room preparing while you two have your playtime. Now then – ta!"

With that Rarity slips out of the room, shutting the door behind her and leaving the very uncomfortable group of friends to themselves.

Dash looks awkwardly about, finding Fluttershy hiding behind her hair and Twilight muttering to herself, her hooves shuffling about the floor. Both of them are unable to meet her eye.

A smirk slowly starts to rise to her face, and like a shark, she begins to circle her friend. "Well, well, well, look who's in charge now, egghead," she says through her smug smile. "I never really liked playing with dolls, but I guess there's a first time for everything."

Dash unzips the black leather bag and rummages about, her cheeks pink and her wings slowly unfurling as she searches through the mysterious contents. Suddenly, she stops, and her grin grows a bit more sinister.

"You know what I think?" she asks. "I think the first thing my dolly needs a pretty new outfit."

Twilight swallows hard and her heart flutters as she sees the outfit that Dash has in mind.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Rarity turns her face from side to side, admiring herself in the small hoofmirror. She taps the corner of her eyeglasses and gives a playful pout. "Oh, Rarity," she says to herself, "if being gorgeous were a crime, I fear you would suffer a most tragic fate indeed."

Running a hoof over her hips, she straightens her miniskirt as she glances at the clock. "Well, let's go see how they're doing, shall we?"

"Yes, let's," she answers from the mirror.

Rarity opens the door to find Rainbow Dash standing imperiously over Twilight, stepping on her cheek with her forehoof as she looks down her nose at her friend's flushed face and teary eyes.

"Having fun, are we?"

Dash jumps away in a panic. The guilty look on her face remains for just a moment before it's replaced with a confident smile. "Oh uh, yeah, piece of cake. I told you I could handle it."

Rarity "Hmms" quietly as she surveys Twilight's condition: Her legs folded beneath her, she lies on the ground, her cheek still resting against the library floor. Her breath flows in heaving wisps around the ball gag clenched in her teeth, drool bubbling in wet, messy splatters past her lips and rolling from her chin to pool thickly under her face. She looks up with shame in her moist, heavy eyes.

"Interesting …"

Rarity begins circling her body, her eyes still searching. She smiles as Twilight wriggles and squirms inside the purple latex bodysuit she'd been forced into, and draws a teasing hoof along the round, thick cheeks of her backside, each squeezed individually by the tight grip of the suit – slick, titillating, and plump.

"Very nice," she says, a quick slap sending Twilight's rump jiggling under the shining rubber. "Fluttershy, could you come here for a moment?"

Fluttershy nearly stumbles as she runs to Rarity's side.

"Darling, could you please tell me exactly what happened while I was gone?"

She hesitates for just a moment, glancing between Rainbow Dash and Twilight before leaning to Rarity's ear and recounting each and every event with quiet, shamed whispers.

Rainbow Dash is forced to look away as Rarity turns her gaze upon her with a smirk, "Is that so?"

After a moment, Rarity nods and gives Fluttershy a comforting pat on the back. "Thank you, Fluttershy. Now," she steps toward Dash, "whatever shall we do with you?"

She bristles, her feathers ruffling. "You can't scare me. This sensitivity stuff is easy. Hay, it looks like I could probably teach you a thing or two."

Rarity smiles.

"Rainbow Dash, do you know what the key to sensitivity is?"

Dash begins to grow uncertain as Rarity paces about in a predatory fashion. From the corner of her eye, she sees Fluttershy release Twilight from the gag, and she watches as Twilight sighs in relief from the floor, a thick stream of saliva pouring from her mouth as the ball is removed.

Rarity steps alongside Dash, their flanks brushing as she speaks. "The key to sensitivity is empathy."

"What … what are you talking about?"

"Em-pa-thy," she says, tapping Dash on the nose with each syllable. "If you want to be truly sensitive, you must take the other pony's thoughts and feelings into consideration; and that means putting yourself in their place."

Her stomach drops as Rarity whispers into her ear. "Everything you did to little Twilight here …" she strokes her hoof along Dash's extended wing, "is exactly what I am going to do to you."

Dash stumbles back. "Hey, wait! That's not fair!"

Rarity tut-tuts. "Now, Rainbow Dash," she says, "you agreed to this, after all. Are you telling me that an 'iron pony' can't endure as much as an 'egghead'? No offense, Twilight," she quickly adds.

With a defiant frown, Rainbow Dash glares at Twilight Sparkle as she struggles to stand. Her heart throbs in her ears – and in her wings – as she responds. "Fine! Do your worst! Like I said before, I can take it!"

"I'm so very happy to hear that," she replies with a disarmingly innocent smile. "We'll start with a nice easy warm-up."

Rarity turns, clicking her tongue as she slowly saunters to a nearby table. "I want to see how well you can take orders … Rainbow Dash," she begins, rubbing her forehoof in small circles about the table top, "I think I need your help with my outfit."

Dash approaches with narrowed eyes. "It looks fine to me."

"No dear," she says, "I need your help taking it off." She leans upon the table, her head propped on her hoof as she stares back past her slowly swaying rump.

"But you just put it on! Why should—"

"Ah ah ah!"

Dash glares at her. "Sure. Fine. Why not?" She raises her hooves to Rarity's hips, unclasping her skirt above her tail. "Whatever you say, your majesty."

She's suddenly stopped by a whip of glittering fog. "No, dear, I want you to do it the … old fashioned way."

She freezes, heat rising to her face as she stares in disbelief. "W-what?" Rarity grins, and her teeth snap as she bites suggestively at the air.

Her stomach trembling, Rainbow Dash looks closely at Rarity's clothing for the first time: white blouse, patent heels – no problems there – but the skirt looks a bit … snug, and then there's the matter of her sheer black pantyhose.

Dash groans nervously and bites her lip, lowering her head to her back hooves. "Well, l-let's do the shoes first."

She grasps the back of Rarity's leather shoe in her teeth, the scent of hosiery wafting about her nose. Rarity slides her foot up and out, giving her hoof a little wiggle as she exposes the reinforced panel at the base of the tights. With a frustrated grunt, Rainbow Dash tosses the shoe aside and quickly yanks the other from her foot.

"See? Was that so hard?"

She ignores Rarity's banter and takes a deep, cleansing breath. Her hooves shaking beneath her, she urges her face forward to grasp the waist of the skirt and gives it a jerk.

"Careful!" Rarity shouts. "You'll rip something! Do it slowly."

With an irritable sigh, she begins to pull the skirt down carefully. The fabric feels strange against her lips and leaves a bad taste in her mouth, but slowly she's able to progress, the skirt sliding over Rarity's excessively full haunches with only a bit of difficulty.

"Rainbow Dash," she says, shooting her a playful look, "has anyone ever told you that you have very large wings?"

Dash understands exactly what she's insinuating. She can feel her wings standing out on her back, tense and throbbing, the skin beneath her feathers no doubt as flushed as her cheeks.

"But then, big wings are rather … sexy, hm? Especially when they're as hard and thick as yours are, darling," she notes with a distinct giggle.

"Shut up, Rarity," she mumbles.

Her teeth go once more to the skirt. She tries not to notice the plush feeling of Rarity's flesh against her mouth or the way her tail brushes her neck as she pulls the garment away. With one final tug, she lowers it from her hips, allowing it to fall gently to the floor.

Rarity's legs and rear now stand exposed but for the sheer black covering of her hosiery. Her cutie is mark still visible through the tights; they seem to emphasize the soft form of her rump, her large, round buttocks rolling and shifting as she steps out of the skirt.

Dash pauses only to nervously lick her lips before she reaches forward once again, unclasping the snap above Rarity's tail with her mouth and grasping this time at the waist of the pantyhose. She draws the waistband down her backside, a warm feeling rising from her friend's skin and soft white fuzz brushing against her nose as she moves.

However, she soon realizes that she can go no further; the stretchy fabric of the tights seems to bunch up and pull against itself as it moves over her hips. She moves to the other side, but very quickly finds herself with the same problem. A confused scrunch upon her face, she steps back.

Rarity's tender white bum lies half exposed, squeezed across by the pantyhose, the upper half bulging softly over the black elastic.

"Something wrong, Rainbow?"

"Well, yeah," she says. "These stupid things won't … pull down."

Rarity smiles back at her, watching from the corner of her eye. "Well, try pulling them from the middle."

"Oh, right. From the …." Rarity snickers as Dash pauses, her face lowered to her tail. She glances up in shock. "B-but …."

Rarity only smiles and continues to relax, leaning up on her hoof as she stares over her glasses and gives her hips a little shake.

"Th-this is gross. You're gross, Rarity."

Rainbow Dash shivers as she presses her nose to her friend's supple rear. With a gulp, she closes her eyes tightly, inches to the side, and lifts Rarity's tail with her nose as she scoots her face to the center of her rump. She can feel the tickling sensation of her wavy tail and the peculiar pillowy softness of flesh on either side of her mouth as she forces her nose into the valley of Rarity's backside and carefully clutches the ridge of the hosiery in her teeth. Her breathing is slow, and in the back of her mind she wonders how Rarity manages to smell so good everywhere.

Her eyes still clenched shut, she begins to pull downward. Her chest trembles as hot skin slides over the edges of her mouth. She can feel the gentle touch of her own breath rolling across her face, and she squeaks when she feels her lip brush against something wrinkled and firm.

With a whimper, she draws away, still close enough to feel the warmth of Rarity's bottom as she gently lowers the tights past her friend's haunch and down to her thighs. She exhales hard as she clears her hips, still not daring to open her eyes of course, though her mind can't help but imagine the tight black material rolling down a pair of thick white legs.

As soon as she feels the library floor on her chin, she falls back and opens her eyes with a sigh. She turns her head about only to find that her friends are staring with wide eyes as well – wide eyes and red faces.

Rarity has fallen upon the table, her face turned away from the others and her lip clutched in her teeth as Rainbow Dash quietly approaches from the side. "Uh, Rarity?"

"Hm? Oh!" she cries, stumbling a bit on the clothing strewn about the ground as she suddenly spins about.

"I … should do your shirt now, right?"

Rarity stares for a moment.

"You know what? Let's just skip ahead a bit." In a burst of magic, she forcefully tears her blouse open, buttons scattering chaotically about the floor. She places her hoof on Dash's mane with a smile. "Now let's get you into your outfit." With her hoof on her head, Rarity forces Dash reluctantly to the ground, her legs folding beneath her.

"Oh, that simply won't do," Rarity says in a soothing voice. "Head down …" Dash feels a sudden tight grip on her tail, raising her backside roughly from the floor, "tail up, Rainbow Dash."

She grumbles and buries her face in her forehooves as her backside trembles nervously in the air. "This is so stupid."

She doesn't bother to watch, but she can hear Rarity search about in the toy-bag for just a moment before releasing a spirited "ah ha!" Her hooves clip-clop across the floor. "All right now, one hoof then the other, darling."

Glancing back, Dash finds something black hovering at the base of her legs. It looks almost like a bathing suit or like those frilly panties that those model ponies are always wearing – except these are much more … stretchy. Hesitantly, she lifts her hooves to step into the strange garment.

"Ouch!" She sneers as the rubbery panties pull at her leg fuzz.

"Whoops," Rarity coos, "I seem to have forgotten one teensy thing."

After just a moment, Dash feels a hard stream splashing down her legs, a smirk on Rarity's face as she squirts and drizzles sweet smelling oil down her backside. It's cold at first, and then warm as it smothers her skin. Glistening, it rolls and trickles down her haunches, dripping trails down the insides of her thighs. She gasps as Rarity directs the stream up and under her tail.

"There we go."

With that, her magic begins pulling the panties up along Dash's slick, wet legs. They're tight – incredibly tight – pressing against her flesh as they rise to her hips, a thin layer of oil piling over the surface. With a snap, Rarity finally releases the panties in place. The latex gleams, shimmering with oil and cutting into her hips, revealing every delicate, private detail of her backside.

Dash buries her face under her hooves, her body tense from the whole embarrassing affair.

"How does it feel, Rainbow Dash?" Rarity asks in a silky tone, her mouth close to Dash's ear.

She responds quietly, "It's tight."

"Is it squeezing you?"

Dash nods rapidly.

"Where is it squeezing you, Rainbow Dash?"

She doesn't respond.

"Where?"

She mumbles sadly, "My butt."

"Why don't you stand up and walk for us, Rainbow Dash?"

Dash groans, but rises to her feet. With a shaky, slippery step, she moves forward.

She bites her lip, her belly quivering as each tiny motion sends the panties slipping and squeezing her body. Agonizingly slowly, she manages to make her way around the room, every step hindered by the slick, rubbery grip of the panties. She nearly collapses as she finally completes the circuit.

Rarity is immediately at her side. "Very good!" she announces, wrapping her forelegs gently around Dash's neck. "You did a very good job, Rainbow Dash."

As much as she doesn't want to, she can't help but feel a spark of satisfaction at the praise. After her hard work, something about being acknowledged makes her tingle inside.

"Are you ready for the next part of your outfit, Rainbow?"

Dash finds herself surprised at how quickly she responds. "Um, uh huh."

"Twilight," Rarity suddenly calls out, "come here for a moment. I need you to hold her hooves down, if you please."

Dash's gaze darts about as Twilight's magic clutches her hooves, pinning them to the floor. "Sorry about this, Rainbow Dash."

"No you're not," Dash grumbles.

"I'm a little sorry," she says with an apologetic smile.

Her feet secured, for whatever reason, she watches as Rarity kneels before her face and gently strokes her mane. "I need you to open your mouth for me, dear. Wide."

Her anxious eyes locked with Rarity's, she opens her mouth and feels something slip past her teeth. The device strapped and buckled around her head, she finds her mouth held wide and gaping by a metal ring, her tongue jutting obscenely through the middle.

"There we go." Rarity runs a hoof around Dash's lips, and gently touches her thick, pink tongue. "You look very pretty in that, Rainbow Dash."

Her eyelids lowered, Rarity slowly draws her lips close. Dash can feel her breath rolling into her mouth, and trembles as Rarity extends her tongue, placing it fully inside Dash's open mouth. She holds it there, inside the ring, Dash's mind buzzing and her eyes shut as Rarity's tongue hovers just above her own.

She waits, tense and uncertain, until she hears a cutting voice. "For someone who's not a fillyfooler, you certainly aren't struggling very much, are you darling?"

Dash opens her eyes to Rarity's mocking smirk. She watches with misty eyes as Rarity stands. "Hmph. Of course you're no fillyfooler," she says.

She steps around, her hoof stroking her chest through her open blouse as she circles about to Dash's backside. She finds it firm and muscular; even the latex panties are hardly able to make an impression in her athletic flesh. "You're all bones back here, Rainbow. Why, you look like a colt!" She laughs, and leans over Dash's back to growl into her ear. "You're not a fillyfooler; you're just a bony little coltcuddler, aren't you?"

Her head turned, she sees Rarity grin as she stands. "So we'll just have to treat you like a coltcuddler."

She watches as Rarity summons a heavy violet glass ball to her lips, and gives it a lick. It looks a bit like a plum, actually. "You said that you could take it, right, Rainbow Dash? Well? Do you really think you can take it?"

Rainbow's eyes grow wide. "Uh uh! Uh uh!" she shouts. Desperately, she struggles to run, her legs kicking and pulling ineffectively against Twilight's magical hold. Finding her situation rather hopeless, she shoots one last dirty look at Twilight before shutting her eyes and fearfully clenching her whole body.

She can feel the cold glass slipping up and down the back of her rump as Rarity teases her. Slowly, it moves toward the center. Her panties are stretched back by a wisp of magic. And suddenly she feels the orb wedged up beneath her tail, her panties left to snap back hard, forcing it firmly against her tense and trembling backside.

Her face begins to sweat, her muscles quickly becoming weak from the continual clenching. Eventually, it becomes too much for her to bear, and with a heavy breath her chest falls to the floor. She squeaks as the ball slides deeper into the crack of her bum and presses hard and cold against her anus.

She hears Rarity snickering at her side. "Oh relax, darling! I'm not so cruel that I would really do … that," she says. "I have something a bit different in mind. Why don't we all sit and watch for a moment, hm?"

As if a heavy weight were lifted from her shoulders, Dash sighs and rests her chin upon the floor between her magically bound hooves. A cold feeling on her skin reminds her of her gag, her drool pouring over her lips and pooling about her hooves, and with a start, she lifts her head. But suddenly she freezes. Her sudden movement had caused her to … tense up.

Rarity laughs at her blazing red face and panicked expression as she lowers herself to the ground, unable to even cover her eyes, her cheeks wet with tears of humiliation.

Dash can't help it. Her anxiety, her movements, they force her to unconsciously clench and unclench – and with every motion, her anus makes a loud, oily smack as it slurps and kisses at the surface of the ball.

Even Twilight and Fluttershy chuckle as she lies there, her eyes shut and her mouth lewdly open and dripping a continuous stream, drool pouring from the corner of her lips and from the tip of her tongue as she pants from the stress of her exertions. Her backside twitches, leaving a wet "smack, smack, smack" in the air; she can feel the gentle suction of her puckered butthole against the glass each time.

"Now, once more around the room, if you please."

Dash shakes miserably, groaning as she tries to rise from the ground only to fall back again.

Her brow knitted behind her glasses, Rarity doesn't seem pleased at all with her failure.

"Well then, Rainbow Dash, if you won't stand up and walk like a pony …." A collar suddenly fastened about her neck, Dash feels herself tugged forward. Her hooves scramble as she struggles to rise to her feet at the pull of the leash. "… then I suppose you'll just have to be led around like a dog."

As Twilight's magical grip fades away, Dash takes a ginger step. Her hind legs are held wide as she waddles forward, moaning as the solid orb slips and slides about between her oily blue cheeks, the hard surface awkwardly wedged inside the crack of her ass. It moves up and down, in and out, slapping against her slick, firm anus and leaving a drop of oil to roll down, dripping from her rubber panties with each step.

Her face is red and wet with tears and spit, her mane matted to her face as she looks with shame to her friends. They look into her eyes in shy amusement as she stumbles about, her tongue lolling from her constantly dripping mouth, slick sounds slopping from her backside, her wings stiff on her back and wobbling with her steps.

And suddenly there's a knock at the door.

"Twilight? Hello? Anypony home in there?"

"Applejack?"

"Oh my …."

"Ahul Hak!?" Rainbow Dash pulls against the leash in a panic. Her whimpers grow to sobs as Rarity holds her fast.

Rarity, for her part, seems strangely serene. She looks to each of them in turn, a smirk mysteriously on her lips.

With slow, deliberate steps she moves to the door, dragging a quietly crying Rainbow Dash behind, her oily hooves sliding uselessly upon the floor and her rump still sounding with a continual "smack, smack, smack" as she slides along the ground.

Rarity opens the door with a smile.

Applejack stands outside, a surprised but genial expression on her face. She opens her mouth to speak, but immediately freezes. Her eyes drift down to Dash, back to Rarity, and then back to Dash.

And then she grins.

"Well, lookie what we have here. Howdy, Rarity."

"Hello, Applejack …."

Her eyes narrow dangerously.

"… my arch nemesis!"

Lesson 4: Control

Applejack stands outside, a surprised but genial expression on her face as she raises her hoof in greeting. She opens her mouth to speak, but immediately freezes. Her eyes drift down to Dash, back to Rarity, and then back to Dash.

And then she grins.

"Well, lookie what we have here. Howdy, Rarity."

"Hello, Applejack …."

Her eyes narrow dangerously.

"… my arch nemesis!"

Applejack responds with a dismissive snort as she steps inside. "Aw, nemisis shmemisis. Don't you think you're being just a tad over-dramatic there, Rare?" Rainbow Dash shrinks away, her eyes filled with shame as Applejack draws close.

"Rainbow Dash! I'm surprised at you!" A cruel smile sits on her lips as she grasps Rainbow by the chin. Her hoof, soaked by the torrent of Rainbow's warm drool, gently lifts her head. "I'da never thought you'd be into this kinda hoity-toity unicorn stuff."

Rarity shuts the door. Her expression is indignant as she adjusts her spectacles on her nose. "You can say what you will about my technique, Applejack, but you can hardly deny its effectiveness."

"Now I ain't insulting your so-called 'technique'," she replies, her threatening stare still fixed on Rainbow Dash, "I'm just thinking that a gal like Rainbow here'd prefer something with a little more ... bite to it."

She suddenly lifts Dash from the floor in a rough embrace, crushing her against her body with one hoof, forcing her head back with the other. Her eyes lifted to the ceiling, Rainbow whimpers as she feels AJ's tongue rising in a long, sloppy trail over her throat, eagerly collecting the tickling drizzles of saliva still pouring from her open mouth. Just as quickly as it appeared, the hot, rough touch of the tounge is gone, replaced by the gentle breath of her friend upon her shoulder.

And immediately, her soft whimpers become gasps as Applejack's teeth sink into the tense flesh of her wing.

"Ah! Aa~h!"

Her oily hooves slip ineffectually from AJ's stout body as she half-heartedly struggles to push her away. The teeth on her wing clamp down just firmly enough to bring tiny stabs of pain where the edge of each tooth bites into her skin – a burning counterpart to the delicate touch of the tongue shifting through her downy feathers, the soft lips wrapped about the shaft of her wing, and the slow, tingling vibration of quiet moans as Applejack suckles on the edge of her sensitive limb.

Dash's mind boggles, her thoughts awash in a haze of sensation and her emotions overwhelmed at the continuous frenzy of the ordeal and the constant stares of her friends – so many ponies, all of them watching her, watching somepony's mouth all over her stiff, throbbing wings, listening to all those disgusting little sounds she's making. She barely notices when Applejack drops her carelessly to the floor.

AJ laughs as Rainbow writhes about on the ground, her hooves sliding wildly over her own body and her sloppy, blushing face gazing up in teary, bleary-eyed excitement.

"You see?" she asks, pausing momentarily to spit out a few dusty flecks of blue feathers. "It's like I'm always saying, earth ponies and pegasi ain't all delicate like you unicorns. You gotta be more firm with 'em." She gives Dash a little tap with her hoof. "Shows 'em how much you care."

But Rarity remains less than convinced. "Hmph. Honestly, I can't see the allure in such thoughtless, brutal 'methods'."

"Say what?!" Fluttershy and Twilight shrink back as Applejack turns about, catching Rarity with a withering glare. "I'll have you know that these 'methods' are an Apple family tradition passed down since the pioneer days!"

Twilight forces herself between the two angry ponies, nervously pushing them apart. "Now, now, there's no need to fight, girls," she says with a tense chuckle. "We're all friends here –"

"Oh, a 'tradition' is it? Ha! Why, it's hardly more than a beating! A barbaric throwback to the times when 'civilization' meant taking an annual bath."

"Why you stuck-up, perfumed little –" AJ practically growls as she faces down the equally incensed unicorn. "I've had it up to here with you looking down your prissy white nose at me and my family! How about we settle this thing once and for all? I say we have ourselves a showdown."

Rarity tosses her mane. "Oh, this should be rich! Alright, I'm game. What, pray tell, did you have in mind?"

"You and me, my farm, two days from now, best technique wins! And just to make things interesting, I think we should make a little wager on the match." She smirks as she tips her hat. "Now I wonder, sugarcube – how would you like to be my slave for a week?"

Rarity matches her smirk. "That sounds positively lovely darling, but what if I lose?"

"Shoot, you know what I mean! And I sure don't think you'll like what I've got planned for you when you lose. Two days from now, we'll see once and for all who's the top ... top around these parts."

"I guess we will!"

"Dang right!"

As the two separate, they slowly become aware of the awkward silence that's filled the room. Nopony seems entirely certain where to direct their anxious, aimless stares.

"Well, ah ... ahem." Twilight anxiously speaks up. "That was certainly ... something."

Applejack grimaces. "Sorry about all that, Twi. I wasn't exactly expectin' this when I showed up. Oh, dang! That's right! I almost forgot why I came here in the first place." She fidgets with ther hat as she inclines her head to Twilight. "Twi, do you think it'd be okay if Applebloom comes by later? She's been having an awful tough time with her school work and I thought, well, if it ain't too much trouble, maybe you could help her out a little?"

Twilight's eyes drift about the room. Rarity's discarded clothes sit at the foot of the checkout desk. The floor gleams with thick smears of oil and puddles of spit.

Her rubber-clad hoof squeeks as she nervously paws at the ground where Dash lies, collapsed into a drooling, slurping pile.

"I ... should probably clean up a little first."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Applejack kicks up a tiny cloud of dust, her hoof anxiously tap-tap-tapping on the path outside her home. In the distance, she can already see the colorful shapes of her friends on the road to Sweet Apple Acres.

Taking a deep, calming breath, she steadies her hooves. "Now, settle down, girl," she thinks to herself, "Ain't no reason to be nervous. We've got this here contest in the bag, after all."

Still feeling a bit naked without her hat, she looks back one more time to ensure that the rest of her outfit is still sitting properly on her body. Sure enough, everything is in place, the rich brown chaps hanging comfortably over her hind legs, still just snug enough to emphasize her rump. They've always had a way of making her normally flat, muscular farmer's haunches seem round and full.

Maybe chaps are little old-fashioned, but they get the job done. And even a girl like Applejack likes to feel good about herself every once in a while.

"Speakin' of old fashioned ...."

She doesn't even try to force down her smirk as Rarity turns the final bend in the road, haughtily approaching the farm in some sort of old-timey frou-frou evening gown.

"Well what have we here?" AJ asks with a laugh in her voice. "You going to some kinda debutante ball after this, Rarity?"

Rarity doesn't even pause as she continues to stroll along, Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash following nearby. She does, however, give AJ a smooth look, her eyes passing from her mane to her tail with a scornful expression. It's clear that she already has her game face on.

"Nice chaps, Applejack," she says as she saunters by. "Wouldn't want you to end up with friction burns from those thunder thighs of yours, would we?"

Though Applejack's eyes narrow for a moment, she decides to let the comment slide ... at least, until after she's won their showdown.

"Well, anyway, I've already got everything set up, if y'all'll just follow me."

She leads them around the house, through the cellar door and down a flight of creeky, wooden steps until, finally, they find themselves in the large, well-lit space of the cellar itself. It's a rather unassuming room, a low, wooden platform leading to an empty dirt floor, lanterns and tools and old junk lining the walls much like any other cellar. Upon closer inspection, however, one might be able to notice that the atmosphere in the chamber is subtly threatening, the chains and collars a bit more numerous and more spikey than usual.

"Well, girls? What do you think?"

Twilight glances about. "Oh, it's uh ... really nice, AJ. You've really –"

"It's just a cruddy cellar! What's the big deal?" Rainbow dash crosses her forehooves as her eyes dart left and right. "Let's just get this thing over with. It's not like I want to be here or anything."

With a roll of her eyes, Applejack turns to Fluttershy. "You okay, there, Fluttershy? You seem a little bit frazzled."

"Oh! Yes, I'm fine." Her head droops back to the ground as she fidgets with her hooves. Her cheeks are clearly tinged with a rosy blush. "It's just that, this is the first time I've ever been in a ... sex dungeon."

Applejack stumbles back. "What? A sex dungeon?" she sputters. "Shoot! This ain't no 'sex dungeon'! Why, this here's a right respectable place for practicing the traditional Apple family arts!"

Fluttershy cowers behind her hooves. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to imply anything bad!" she squeaks, "I-I guess I was just a little confused by the um ... throne of skulls."

She points across the platform where a regal velvet seat lies perched on what appears to be a pile of smooth, dry pony skulls.

Shamefaced, Applejack awkwardly rubs the back of her neck as she mumbles. "Well, we ... do have to store the Nightmare Night decorations somewhere, after all."

"Well I for one think the decor is splendid." Rarity settles herself comfortably upon the throne as she magically fastens a pair of collars around the necks of Twilight and Rainbow Dash, leaving them chained to the base of the seat. She draws a hoof slowly down her chest as she reclines. "Shall we begin our little contest now, Applejack? I'm eager to see what sort of challenge you had in mind."

"In a hurry to lose, eh, Rare? I think I can oblige you." She turns her attention to the center of the cellar. "Alright, come on out!" she shouts.

From a shadowy corner of the room, a mysterious shape suddenly bursts forth.

"Ta-da!" it shouts as it lands. "It's me! Pinkie Pie!"

It certainly is. Rainbow Dash stops fiddling with the collar around her neck and turns her shocked and blushing face to her pink friend. "Pinkie Pie!? What's she doing here?"

Rarity is the first to reply, suddenly all but drained of her previous confidence. "Oh. Oh, goodness. Well, you see, Pinkie is ah ... very ... skilled, Rainbow Dash."

"She sure is," AJ adds. "And that's what makes her the perfect subject for our showdown. I'm thinkin' whoever can finally manage to bring Pinkie Pie under hoof is the winner. That should prove what's what, eh, Rarity?"

Rising up on her throne, Rarity responds with a self-assured smile, gently stroking Twilight's mane as she once more assumes her proud, domineering persona. "Certainly. And it looks like you'll be going first?"

"Sure am," she says. "Come on, Pinkie, let's get this thing started."

"Yes, ma'am!" Pinkie replies.

The two approach what appears to be a wide, watery mud puddle near the center of the room, facing off as the four spectators watch from the platform. A soft shudder escapes Rarity's throat as she realizes what Applejack has planned.

Squaring her hooves, Applejack stares down her pink rival. "Well, you ready, sugarcube?"

Pinkie Pie struggles to keep her smile from her mouth as she narrows her eyes. "Grrr!" she replies.

With a snort, Applejack charges forward, a satisfying strain in her legs as she easily lifts her friend from the floor. Their momentum carries them through the air and into the mud where they land with a sloppy splash.

Pinkie Pie lies there, her body sinking into the water and mire as Applejack stands above, her loose mane framing her intense, mud-flecked face as she pins Pinkie's hooves to the ground.

"Wow, AJ, you're pretty strong."

Applejack answers with a quiet, throaty chuckle as she releases her grip, only to dive forward and slip her hooves around Pinkie's middle. She lifts up with a twist and turns Pinkie about, forcing her face into the mud and thoroughly covering both sides of her pink body with a thick coating of sludge.

She presses down, her chest heavy against Pinkie's back, leaving her immobile as she raises a hoof up to pull the sopping, curly mane behind her ear. She leans close as her other hoof slides over her friend's pudgy belly slowly and tenderly.

"Now don't this feel better?" she moans, "All covered in mud like the fat little pig you are?" She growls into Pinkie Pie's ear as she squirms under her tight grip. "Why don't y'all just stop strugglin' and be a good little piggy for me?"

A gleaming smile shines upon Pinkie's mud-stained face.

"Oink oink oink!"

Suddenly, Applejack finds her feet slipping.

Her hooves flail, flying from the ground as Pinkie spins about, catching her in a grimy hug and forcing her to her back.

She lies under her friend's heavy body, Pinkie's round, chubby belly rubbing against her in gritty, wet strokes. Applejack can feel the mud yielding beneath her, leaving a cold, slimy feeling where it envelops her back and squishes around her rear, squeezed thick and wet into the crack of her bare backside.

Pinkie Pie grins down from above, her mane dripping onto AJ's neck. "Oink."

She squeals in delight as she abruptly flies into the air, dislodged by a powerful earth pony shove. She lands with a 'plop' as Applejack rises to her feet, her mouth set in a frustrated scowl.

"Alright, no more Miss Nice-pony."

She immediately heaves herself upon Pinkie, and the two come together in a chaotic tangle. The chamber is filled with the echoing sounds of breathy grunts and giggles and muddy splats as the two roll about, their hooves and legs sliding undirected over each other's body as both try to firmly clutch their opponent.

In one moment a hoof slips free of a careless grasp and finds its way down a wet pink chest, leaving a trail in a muddy coat, drifting over a soft pony belly to find a grip between a set of chubby hind legs.

In another moment, a firm orange rump sits beneath a plump pink one, Applejack's hips squeezed the grasp of thick, surprisingly powerful thighs.

Two ponies face-to-face – two pairs of legs lie locked one about the other – two sets of hips pressed together, gliding over a slick, wet layer of muck, the orange and pink of their bodies visible where the mud has been rubbed away by their contact.

Twilight sits with a blush in her cheeks as she fidgets with her collar. "Wow, it's getting pretty heated, isn't it?"

"It certainly is." Rarity begins absently fanning her skirt, forcing a cool breeze over her haunches. "Their wrestling is getting rather intense, as well."

Applejack lands on her back as her latest throw launches Pinkie Pie over her head, sending her once more to the mud where her fall draws a loud "plop" from the ground and a spontaneous cheer from Rainbow Dash. AJ scrambles to her feet, her eyes cautious as she awaits Pinkie's counter. But a smile is on her lips as she sees her friend still on the floor panting heavy breaths, exhaustion in her baby blue eyes and her mane splattered on the ground in wet, loose curls. This is the moment that Applejack had been waiting for.

For all of Pinkie's impressive speed and formidible earth pony strength, she was simply too out of shape to keep up with an experienced apple farmer.

"You're a real squirmer, ain't ya?" she asks, her tone heavy, threatening, and seductive.

Pinkie wiggles about. "Oink oink!" She giggles as she tosses a clump of mud and laughs twice as hard when it lands AJ's nose with a "splat".

Applejack grumbles in annoyance, wiping her face and then releasing an irritated huff. "C'mere you!"

She grabs a muddy mouthful of Pinkie tail and tugs her steadily through the sloshing filth until her hooves reach solid ground. With a quick flip of her tail, Applejack snatches up a nearby coil of rope and, giving it a skillful twirl, begins to wrap it around Pinkie's folded forelegs, her tail and hooves working together as she spins her web.

Pinkie merely rolls her eyes. "You're doing it all wrong," she complains as AJ moves on to her hind legs.

"Dangit, I know what I'm doin'. Just you wait, Pinkie ..." she mutters in reply.

From her seat nearby, Rarity watches, biting her lip in anxiety, and just a little bit of envy, as Applejack wraps her rope about the wriggling, uncooperative Pinkie Pie.

Rainbow sits by her side. "It looks like AJ might just win this one after all, huh?"

Rarity gives her an uncertain glance before returning her attention to the action on the floor.

Suddenly, her eyes widen in understanding. She leaps to her feet.

"No," she whispers, "she's already lost!"

"It's not like – wait, no ... do it the other way. No, that's not –" Pinkie continues to grumble and huff as Applejack moves to her hind legs, wrapping her in turn after turn of rope, paying no mind to the mud that blorps thickly through the twisted cord.

A spark of satisfaction ignites in AJ's belly as Pinkie finally surrenders, her struggles ending in a heavy and frustrated sigh. Giving the line a firm tug with her teeth, Applejack nearly laughs as she completes the final knot.

"You know what?" Pinkie suddenly chirps, "I'll just do it myself."

In a movement far too quick for the eye to follow, Pinkie pushes herself across the muddy ground, her wet hooves slipping free as she shoots through Applejack's legs.

"What the hay!?"

Applejack twists about, only to be sent sprawling to the mud, her rear hoof hooked on a loop of rope. "Consarnit!"

She struggles to stand, accosted from every direction by a slippery Pinkie Pie. A constant stream of laughter sounding in her ears, she finds herself draped about in loose, ropy coils as Pinkie darts this way and that, through her legs, around her hooves, over her back and under her belly.

"Pinkie!"

"Yes?"

Applejack glares through her mud-slicked mane as Pinkie Pie stands innocently before her, the end of the cord in her lips.

"Now, Pinkie, I don't know what you think you're doin', but –"

"Don't worry! You'll see in ju~ust a second!" she says cheerfully.

She gives the rope a yank, and Applejack realizes only too late that the random, chaotic coils that encompass her body may not be so random after all. Her stomach drops as she watches the cord tighten about her limbs and belly, evolving from a disordered pile into an intricate, criss-crossing weave.

Her hooves slip, sending her to the ground again as Pinkie continues to pull. Her forelegs are left stretched above her head as she's pulled bodily through the mud, unable to wiggle free despite her frantic efforts.

When her movement finally stops, AJ finds herself in the center of the watery pit, her shoulders sore and her lungs heaving from her feverish, futile struggle. She sits stunned as she looks at her body. Pinkie's work is like nothing she's seen before. A tense length of rope holds her hind legs apart, gripping tight around her thighs and leaving her haunch lifted in the air. Careful loops encircle her limbs, each turn passing delicately through the other, forming tight, diamond patterns as they rise to her chest. On any other day she might have considered it pretty. But, today....

She lets out a defeated huff and tries to keep her mouth out of the muck. "Alright, I know when I'm licked," she says. "You win, Pinkie."

But Pinkie's reply catches her off guard once again. "Nope," she says as she kneels by AJ's side. She breathes softly into her ear as she whispers, "I don't win until you like it."

At a touch of Pinkie's hoof, Applejack is sent tipping to the side. She lands with a small splash. Before she can say a word, she finds her mouth filled again with the bitter taste of the rope.

Pinkie Pie ties off the final turns of cord that pass through AJ's muzzle, pulling at her cheeks and creating a makeshift gag. Everypony watches in puzzlement as she moves to secure the rope at various points on Applejack's body.

Then recognition dawns on them all simultaneously when she tosses the loose end up and over a rafter that looms overhead.

As she rises into the air, Applejack is left grumbling in irritation. Knowing that there's no point in further resistance, she simply resigns herself to whatever Pinkie has in mind. "Might as well get this over with." She looks past her belly and her parted legs to see Pinkie Pie knot the rope to a rail nearby as her friends look on, their expressions betraying their disturbingly intense interest.

Her forehooves remain extended above her head, secured by a line to her back. There's only the slightest amount of stretch to the rope as she flexes her powerful limbs. Her hind legs remain splayed wide, and any attempt to draw them closed only results in a tight squeeze as the rope digs into the thick flesh of her hindquarters. Like any respectable mare, she was careful to flip her sopping tail up between her haunches and onto her belly, but even with her innocence safely tucked away she can't restrain the hot, humiliated flush that rises to her freckled face.

She's surprised to realize that, even when suspended from the ceiling, the rope isn't crushing or pinching her at all. Instead, she feels it supporting her, not too tight, but ... firm against her flesh, woven about her like a net that carefully grasps every part of her body. The ridges and turns of the cord bite pleasantly into her skin, the smooth fibers rubbing into the soft flesh of her belly and the hard muscles of her chest.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Pinkie stands at her side, a happy smile on her face. She wipes a patch of mud from AJ's cheek and giggles as she gives her a delicate smooch. "It's like I'm giving you a big ol' hug all over, huh?"

And as much as Applejack doesn't want to admit it, "It kinda ... is."

With a strangely gentle expression, Pinkie passes her hooves over Applejack's cheeks and shoulders, carefully brushing away the dull muck and revealing here and there the healthy orange of her coat. She slides the soiled, golden mane away from her face, leaving it to tumble down freely behind her neck

Applejack shuts her eyes and gives what she hope sounds like a frustrated snort. Inwardly, however, she has to fight down a contented sigh. The soft surface of Pinkie's hooves drift across the patches of bare skin between the intertwining turns of rope – short paths down her sides and long, gentle strokes down her back, and she shivers in spite of herself as Pinkie pulls both hooves slowly over her hips, cautiously drifting across her belly and circling just shy of that sensitive point where her leg meets her body. For just a moment, she can feel a hoof slide under the belt of her chaps, her sudden touch tingling and tickling on the hot, sensitive skin below.

And then, her breath caught in her throat, AJ's eyes widen in panic as Pinkie grabs her tail and gives it a teasing downward flick.

"Mhmhmm!" she mumbles angrily through the rope clenched in her teeth.

Pinkie laughs aloud at her frantic expression but continues to flip her tail, each time flashing their friends a very indiscreet and very humiliating view of her hindquarters. They all seem as surprised as she at the sudden turn of events, but none turn away.

To Applejack's horror, Pinkie doesn't stop at a mere flip. Instead, with one final yank she pulls her tail down and ties it firmly behind her back.

AJ groans and looks away. Her heart pounds in her chest. Her belly quivers. She can practically feel their eyes all over her filthy hindquarters.

"Mh!" she squeeks as a sudden burst of pain erupts on her backside. Her eyes dart to the side to find Pinkie with a wet length of rope in her teeth and a cunning smirk on her lips. With a quick swing of her head, she sends the rope whipping through the air where it strikes with a harsh snap on AJ's rear.

Applejack huffs and mewls and bucks her hips away from the loud crack of the rope. Each strike pops, sharp and wet against her bottom, wrapping it's length in a stinging track across her buttocks and the top of her thighs. She feverishly pulls away, her hips and belly lifting and jerking with each strike until she's suddenly frozen by a ghastly revelation.

"Sweet Celestia's sun in the sky! I'm waving my hoo-ha their faces!"

She looks down, past her tummy all tied up and covered with those intricate knots and crisscrosses, between her hocks and her thighs, pulled wide by the damp, twisting cord. Her friends are all watching, Rarity ... Fluttershy ... Twilight, and Dash. Everypony sitting there, gawking at her mare-parts, watching her being beaten 'til her butt-cheeks are pink.

But – but there's nothing she can do about it! She's tied up, completely at Pinkie's mercy! It's Pinkie's fault!

Applejack sighs in spite of the burning heat that rolls over her skin and the relentless thump of her heartbeat. She has to wonder what she must look like to everypony, hanging there, trussed up with her bare ass shining.

No one's ever seen her like this before. Shoot, she's supposed to be the tough one – strong, responsible Applejack. She isn't allowed to be so helpless and ... dirty.

But it's all Pinkie's fault.

She's completely at her mercy, after all.

So ... maybe it's okay if she's a little dirty for once.

A soft grunt slips from her mouth as Pinkie gives the rope a sudden tug, tightening the loops of cord that sit at the base of her rear. The rope digs into her haunch. She can feel it squeezing the muscular cheeks of her rump, showing off her rear-end better than any set of chaps ever could.

She moans as Pinkie swings another lash against her backside. She gazes directly into the eyes of her friends, staring over her body as she gradually begins to buck her hips. With each strike she lifts higher, pulling her forelegs back, thrusting her body into the air.

Her breaths come heavily through the rope that stretches her aching lips. She can feel cold, muddy droplets rolling down the valleys of her taut, muscular chest. Her hips tremble as she holds herself high, taking the stripes of Pinkie's whip against the solid, tight surface of her flexing rump. The ropes woven about her middle squeeze like wet, biting mouths over her teats. And then she relaxes, her whole body quivering as she settles her burning muscles into the waiting grip of the ropes that hold her down as she's ravaged by the cutting blows against her raw, pink, naked body.

She brings her cheek to her foreleg, panting as she runs her tongue across the rope in her mouth and looks again into the astonished eyes of her friends. "That's right. Get a good look," she thinks to herself as she slowly rolls her backside, making a show of clenching her body and tugging hard against the tight bindings. "You like it right? Pinkie made me real pretty for you girls. Real pretty ...."

AJ is so absorbed in her own depraved thoughts and the intoxicating exhilaration of her flushed skin being gripped by the knotted cord that she fails to notice that the strikes on her rear have stopped.

Pinkie stands cheerfully at her side. She watches her writhing about in the ropes with a gentle smile and tucks her drooping, curly mane aside as she leans close.

"Now I win."

And just like that, Applejack's movements cease, her body drooping as if deflated by the heavy groan that slips from her throat.

"Horseapples."

Rarity gives Applejack a short round of sarcastic applause before stepping off the platform. "Oh, well done, Applejack," she says in the most smug voice possible, "you certainly showed me a thing or two, hm?" With a light magical shove, she sends AJ into a slow spin, cheerfully ignoring the annoyed grumbles sent her way.

"Fluttershy, your lesson today is a very simple one." Rarity glances over her shoulder as she addresses her curious student. "Assertiveness means being in control of the situation – something that Applejack here has apparently forgotten."

She tosses her mane with an amused giggle as she approaches Pinkie Pie, carrying with her a heavy wooden paddle and taking care to remain a safe distance from the muddy pit nearby.

"I suppose it's my turn," she says, a sudden expression of distaste coming to her face as she looks over the grimy brown coat and mane of her formerly pink friend. A quick sparkle of her horn sets a small wave of magic cascading over Pinkie Pie's grungy body, combing away the mud and flinging it across the cellar in one smooth motion. "There. Much better."

Pinkie makes an impressed little noise as she pats at her newly clean curls, only to turn a suddenly seductive gaze upon Rarity from the corner of her eye. "So," she says in a silky tone, "what're you gonna do with me?"

Not to be outdone, Rarity flutters her lashes and draws the paddle delicately across her lips, her face only a hooflength from Pinkie's. "Well," she says as she shifts her hips and shuffles her ruffled skirt up to drape it over her back, "I have some ideas ...."

She can feel Pinkie Pie's breath on her cheek, her hoof gently sliding down her neck to the drooping collar of her dress. "Gonna spank me with that thing?"

A loud pop rings out as Rarity slaps the polished wooden surface against her own backside. She moans, her eyes slipping shut as she catches her lip in her teeth. "I was thinking about it," she says quietly.

She sighs as the sound of the paddle fills the room, and her voice lowers to a dangerous growl. "I think we should start off – hm! – slow," she continues, her speech interrupted by the sounds of hard slaps on a soft, round rump. Her eyes lock with Pinkie's. "I'll strap your hooves down nice and tight. Then I think I'll ... hmm ... slather your chubby little body with menthol oils."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yes," she says, "the oil will make it feel so much nicer when I paddle your pretty pink posterior until you're a quivering little blob of meat."

Pinkie giggles, her nose touching Rarity's as she tugs at the neckline of her dress, pushing it from her shoulders, leaving it low and loose on her belly. "You'll have to catch me first, you know," she whispers.

"You think I can't?"

"It'll be kind of hard with those hoofcuffs on."

Rarity lifts an eyebrow as she pulls away. "Hoofcuffs?" She looks at her forelegs, as if to emphasize her point, "But I dont' have any –"

She lifts her head quickly. She realizes that Pinkie is nowhere to be found just as a loud metallic noise rises from her hind legs.

Rarity clicks her tongue and lets out a slow, exasperated sigh. "Well, I suppose I walked right into that one."

Pinkie Pie laughs as Rarity falls to the ground, batting ineffectually at the cuffs on her rear hooves. She gives one last frustrated huff before a smile rises to her lips. "Oh, goodness!" she moans, her forehoof going dramatically to her forehead, "I've been soundly defeated! I suppose there's nothing for me to do but to accept whatever cruel punishment you have in store!" She supresses a giddy titter as she peeks past her hoof. "Hm? Pinkie?"

"Sorry, Rarity."

All eyes turn to the cellar door where Pinkie stands in a state of bouncy anticipation. "I can't stay and play right now. I just had a brilliant idea!" she shouts. "I was thinking to myself 'Hey, Pinkie, you know who would love this kind of crazy fun? Mayor Mare! Duh!' I just know she'll love this game! This is gonna be so much fun!" She squeals in excitement. "Don't go anywhere, you guys, I'll be right back."

Sunlight fills the room as Pinkie rushes outside, leaving the cellar door clattering on its hinges and her friends sitting in dumbfounded silence.

Fluttershy begins to nervously bounce her hooves, running in place as she quietly panics. "Oh my goodness ...."

"Did ..." Twilight pauses thoughtfully as she tries to formulate a sentence, "Did she just say she was going to invite the mayor?" She gulps. "As in, the sure-to-be-humiliated, angry-enough-to-kick-us-out-of-town mayor?"

"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!"