You got home from the market and closed the door behind you. It had been a quick trip to pick up some apples, but you had kept thinking about how it had been four days since Rarity had tied you up.

Angel ran over to check on you and excitedly asked about how your day had been. “Oh, I just picked up some apples, Angel bunny. It’s really nothing to get excited about.”

He made some hand gestures and pointed back towards the kitchen. You went in and pulled down some carrots for him to eat, then noticed a large trunk sitting in your living room.

That was odd. The trunk didn’t belong to you. Had someone dropped it off for you to use, or was there someone still in the house? Few ponies walked all the way out to your cottage without a good reason.

You walked up to the trunk and opened the lid. It was spacious inside, looking big enough to easily accommodate your entire winter wardrobe. It was going to be a great way to save space and pack up your unused clothing. Perhaps it really was a gift then, and somepony had left it for you.

There was no dust in the chest, so it must have been cleaned out before the mystery pony dropped it off. You opened and closed the lid a few times, seeing that it was unlocked. Another idea ran through your mind, causing you to grin.

You rummaged through the nearby closet looking for your cotton laundry bag. After dumping a pair of gardening mitts and some socks you have not had a chance to wash, you carried it over to the trunk.

Angel watched you from the kitchen, having grown quite used to your odd little games with Rarity. He stepped out of the way as you trot past and head upstairs. You returned shortly with a box balanced on your back and set it down next to the trunk.

You’ve always wondered what it would’ve been like to be tied up inside a trunk and treated like a set of discarded toys, left in somepony’s attic. Now that you owned your very own trunk you could finally live out your fantasy.

The lid of the trunk held itself open while you set the laundry bag inside. You climbed in and sat down, and had plenty of room since you weren’t laying down to fit your whole body in it yet. You pulled out your favorite cherry red ball gag and fastened it into your mouth.

You were already drooling on the gag and suckling on it, feeling arousal slowly creep over you. Next you buckled two cuffs onto your hind legs and locked them together. You tested the strength of the cuffs and found your hind legs wouldn’t be pulled apart anytime soon.

Next was your favorite part. You quickly pulled out your favorite toy, hiding it from Angel’s view. You blushed as you slid it between your legs and against your waiting lips. The black toy slipped right in and you moaned in delight. Using your bodyweight, you pushed it in deeply and held it in place.

Next you put leather hoof bracelets on your forelegs. You unlocked a small lock and set the key aside in the chest. Once the lid was closed, you could lock your cuffs behind your back.

The last step before surrendering control to the box for an hour or two was tightening the laundry bag around you, giving your bondage a feeling of even greater helplessness. The laundry bag slid up around you, being just big enough to fit a pony.

The bag came up nearly to your chin. You pulled the strings inside against your chest and tightened the bag up around your neck. The strings were quickly tied into a small knot you could undo later. Testing the bag, you push out against it with your legs.

The bag hugged you tightly, keeping your legs and wings from spreading out more than a few inches from your body. Just beyond that, the walls of the trunk made further movement impossible.

With everything in place, you reached down and turned on the vibrator. You’ve gotten quite greedy and horny having not seen Rarity in four days, so you turn the vibrator to its highest setting.

You could already feel the orgasm you’ve needed so badly coming, and raced to finish your bondage. You struggled against the bag, and finally got your hooves behind your back, and locked the cuffs together.

As you began panting heavily, you realized you forgot to close the lid. You couldn’t reach it with any of your hooves, so you nudged it with your head to knock it off balance. You curled up inside the box just inside as the lid slammed down above you, clicking into place.

Lost in the moment, you pushed out as hard as you could against the cotton lundry bag, and felt the walls of the trunk forcing you into the fetal position. Your forelegs and wings were pinned against your back by the rear wall of the chest. Your hind legs were trapped up against your chest by the front wall.

You ground your plot against the side wall as the vibrator buzzed. The dark air was quickly growing muggy with the warmth and smells of your arousal. You craned your neck to a more comfortable position near your chest and let the dildo slide in and out slightly.

You lost control and spasmed against the rigid box as you climaxed. In the dark box you could focus only on the feelings of pleasure washing over you. The harder you pushed against the box confining you, the more intense the orgasm became. Each struggle extended the moment slightly longer, until finally it faded.

You slowed down to catch your breath, realizing the only air getting in was through the large keyhole. The ball gag was a little tight so you focused on flexing your jaw a little, and shifted your forelegs in their locked cuffs. The vibrator was beginning to hurt a little as it buzzed away on high.

You decided to go at least once more before unlocking the hoof cuffs. After finding a good position, you strained against the laundry bag and pushed the vibrating invader in as far as it could go. You held it there as you felt your entire body vibrating, the massive black toy buried deep inside you. Both of your wings were painfully erect, pushing at the laundry bag in a vain attempt to spread out.

You were so focused on the quivering wings begging for freedom and the feel of cool air, you hardly noticed the next orgasm approaching. Your body was rocked by the explosion as you went limp, finally relaxing your hold on the sex toy.

You squirmed and wiggled, enjoying every moment, until you found yourself once again at the end of a wonderful climax. The toy slid out a few inches and you were relatively comfortable, but the toy was still on high and your sore pussy was beginning to ache from overstimulation.

The key should’ve been on the bottom of the bag with you, so you began to wiggle and reach around, feeling for the metal key. After a minute you began to worry as you couldn’t feel it anywhere. Several more minutes passed by, and all of this struggling was causing another orgasm to approach.

You knew the pain would’ve been worse after this orgasm, and that the key was somewhere in the bag that has soaked through with sweat. With a grunt of surrender, you pushed against the dildo and let yourself come.

Stars appeared in your vision and you felt like passing out from the sheer exhaustion of the three orgasms in the tight, confined box. It took a minute to recover, aided by your aching marehood. Your eyes started to adjust and you caught a glint of something in the box. Straining hard, you realized it was the key to the lock and it was outside the laundry bag.

You pushed against the bag but the drawstrings have only tightened their knot. You had no way to reach the key. Sore and craving release, you decided to swallow your pride and asked Angel for help. You tried to sit up, straining against the lid to push it back open.

Much to your horror, the lid didn’t open. It was locked shut, with you inside. The only animal that might possibly have helped you—Angel—had no way of opening a locked chest, or even realizing you’re stuck. Your mouth was gagged and your moans for help couldn’t reach him.

You began hyperventilating and kicking at the trunk, realizing you’ve made another stupid mistake. Before you could wallow too much in your grief, a fourth orgasm hit. All of your muscles tightened up and you bit into the gag, holding on.

It took all your effort not to pass out. You struggled to dislodge the sex toy when the lid to the chest clicked and opened up.

You looked up and began weeping in joy.

“Oh, Fluttershy, what am I going to do with you? I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist my gift,” Rarity said, grinning.

You mumbled a few words in the gag, prompting her to unlatch it and levitate it out of the box. “Oh, thank you, Rarity! I was so worried! I should’ve never crawled into a strange box—but it was so wonderful! I—ugh. . .”

“What’s wrong, darling? You’re grimacing.”

“T-the vibrator, turn it o-off!” you muttered.

Her horn lit up and you felt a tingling between your legs as she located and turned off the vibrating toy. You sighed in relief as your aching pussy was given rest. With the lid opened, you wiggled onto your back so you could look up at Rarity.

Rarity ran a hoof along your face, wiping away the sweat and a few tears, then leaned over and kissed you. After a minute she pulled back, and you struggled to prolong the kiss. “Fluttershy, you’ll never need to be worried while I’m around. So long as it’s my mysterious chests you’re locking yourself inside, at least.”

You smiled and blushed slightly, enjoying the warmth of your cocoon.

“Well, let’s get you out of there, darling.”

“No,” you blurted out. “I mean, I’ve been naughty and it’s late and, um—can I sleep in here tonight, like this?”

Rarity chuckled and ran a hoof through your sweat-soaked mane. “I’d do anything for you. I’ll even forget about you repaying my generosity with that nimble tongue of yours until morning.”

You smiled and turned to lay back on your side. With the ball gag removed and the vibrator turned off, your small cocoon became serene and peaceful. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Rarity said. “Sleep tight, darling.” She closed the lid and you found yourself back in the dark trunk. Sighing and full of content, you quickly found the best position and fell asleep.

Author's Notes:

"On Hiatus" isn't a dirty word. I still get clop ideas from time to time, through the magic of friendship.

(p.s. what's this? A chapter without more tense shifts then instances of the word pussy?! Madness!)