“GET OFF OF MY BRIDGE!!!” The mare standing at the bow of the SS Faust turned around, watching towards the stairwell about fifty metres back, giggling as Pip appeared from the deck at full sprint. Two of the crew followed, but stopped when they saw where he was headed and turned back, returning to their stations. The earth pony stallion slowed to a jog, then a walk, before stopping and wrapping his arms around Scootaloo, kissing her forehead.

“They said no.”

“Said no to what, exactly?” She gazed up in slight amusement as he just began to chuckle, pulling away and standing on the railings running around the deck. She was little nervous as his hand bid her join him, but his face told her she would be safe. Just by stepping up one bar, her view across the country was vastly increased.

“I asked if I could pilot the ship. The captain didn't think it was such a good idea. So what do you think of the Faust?” Scootaloo let her gaze drift around the airship, marvelling at the construction. The lower portion was like the sailing ships of old, sleek and beautiful. A series of chains and ropes ran from connection points inside the ship, coming out of the sides and extending up past the gunwale. They went a good twenty meters into the sky, where they held the main ship to the large, sleek silver balloon. In short, the SS Faust was...

“It's beautiful.” Pip got down from the railing and stood in front her with a smirk, offering his hand. She took it and started to blush a little as her feet still didn't reach the deck, Pip holding her up, her hands resting on his shoulders.

“Yes, she is... but not nearly as beautiful as you.” She bent her down and kissed him passionately, her wings spreading wide as she hummed happily into his mouth. They both pulled away with a gasp as they looked towards the bow, where they could see a large storm nearing. It stretched across the horizon, seemingly endless, and covering any possible course alterations to avoid it. Multiple crew members appeared, rushing around to secure any and all ropes. Scootaloo felt herself settled down as Pip zipped his jacket up. “Get below, things are about to get rough.” With that he ran off and assisted two of the crew in adding tension to one of the chains.

Following his orders, Scootaloo ran towards the steps, pausing just enough so that she could look at Pip on more time, who returned her gaze with a smile, before shooting off to assist with more of the crew. A pegasus in white uniform secured the hatch to the deck behind her, then took off down the corridor. The mare made her way down two more decks, emerging into the corridor that ran from the bow to the stern. Heading forwards, she passed some of the crew quarters until she was near the front.

The corridor ended just up ahead, with just three doors. Two led to stated cabins, and the third, the terminus of the corridor, led to the master cabin. She was about to open the large door, but stopped when she heard a voice from her right. “Rumble, let me go!”

“Uh uh! I won the wrestling this time, and now it's my turn!”

“Well that's fair, Ah suppose. Wait... what are ya gonna do with those feathers? No, not that! Please, no...” Applebloom's voice descended into a fit of giggles, leaving Scootaloo curious as to what was going on. She was also interested in what may be happening in the room opposite, so stuck her ear against the door, gasping at what she heard.

“So, how does the new one fit?”

“Itpphh feepphh stranpphh. I cappphh sticpphh mypphhh tongpphh thrugphhh thippphhh onpphhh!”

“Well that's good, because I've got something that will also fit through. Would you like it?”

“Yepphhh pleapphh, mapphhtepphh.” The pegasus mare felt her wings brush the wood panels of the walls. She quickly stood and entered her room, making her way over to the wrap around window that followed the contours of the bow. The storm was much closer than she thought it would be, and a few cracks of lighting struck the metal bars on the ship, thunder following seconds later. She turned back to the room as the door opened, a very drenched Pipsqueak breathing heavily as the water dripped to the floor.

He suddenly found himself stripped, pulled into the en suite bathroom and pushed into the shower, the hot downpour bringing life to his numb limbs once more. Scootaloo returned after putting his wet clothes into the ship's laundry, stripped down to her underwear. Her hands came into the water flow and started to rub Pip's arms, but she gave a surprised gasp as he pulled her in with him. “So, wanna tell me about your dream?”

She let he gaze turn to the wall as his question caught her by surprise, her cheeks starting to turn pink. “How do you know about that?”

“Well... I haven't had a dream about Luna since I... well, since I started seeing you as the beautiful mare that you are.” That earned a giggle from the mare and a kiss, before she smirked up at him. “So... gonna tell me? You're the one that slept on the train journey...”

“I... uh, I have had a few dreams about her. She helped me get over some fears on a camping trip a few years ago... but when I got older, they changed. I began to see her as a... a challenge to be conquered. I never even thought about her actually being there. A first it was just small scuffles... and then we ended up wrestling in some jello...”

“Hmm, I may have to invest in a paddling pool and some desserts... wanna add whipped cream to that?” That earned another giggle and a light slap against his chest, before Scootaloo rested her head against him.

“Behave. Anyway... things went further and we... well, you saw what happened. It wasn't until she suggested that we acted out my dreams... did you enjoy it?”

“Yes... but I want you to myself. I may think that Luna's an attractive mare... but I've never wanted her like that really. And I don't... want to share you.” Scootaloo worked her mouth a few times, trying to say something, but sighed and closed her eyes. “Scootaloo, did I say something wrong again?” His answer came as a very passionate kiss, her hands slipping down and letting her panties slide down her legs.

Her other hand began to massage his slowly stiffening cock, coaxing it out faster. Scootaloo started to trail kisses down his chest as she lowered to her knees. His head fell back against the tiles with a thud as she slipped her lips over his tip, her tongue teasing him. She took more of him, swirling her muscle around his shaft as she pulled away.

Scootaloo let her wings flap and spin her around, her legs in the air. She let them wrap around Pip's head, who just stared at her wet pussy, and that wasn't from the shower. A tug on him pulled his muzzle closer, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep her steady as he buried his tongue deep in her folds.

He could feel her moans of pleasure vibrating around his shaft, and they spurred him on to greater efforts. He gave a small cough of surprise as Scootaloo slipped a finger into somewhere nothing had entered before, and then she wiggled it around. His cock twitched as her probing digit pressed against something inside. He stopped for a moment, blinking from the feeling. It was slightly uncomfortable, but it was nice. He felt Scootaloo come from his shaft, twisting her head round. “Pip?”

“C-c-c-c-carry o-o-o-o-on!” She did as asked, massaging the organ inside him and sucking his cock once more. He returned to pleasuring the mare, but couldn't concentrate. His cock continued to twitch in time with her finger's movements, and then it throbbed violently as his head thudded against the tiles once more, groaning as his load shot into Scootaloo's mouth. He slowly slid down to slippery wall, the mare falling away from him. He just remained seated, breathing heavily.

That was the first time in years he had finished before the mare. He let his disappointment known to her with a groan, placing a hand over his face. He felt it pulled away by one of Scootaloo's, looking up at her in slight shame. “I didn't say you could stop, did I?” She stood over him, her glistening cunt level with his muzzle. She began to shuffle closer, and he slowly brought his hands up, massaging her flanks as he buried his tongue once more.

Scootaloo began to ran her hands through Pip's mane, rocking her hips against his muzzle as he held her close. She bit her lip as his tongue swirled around her, his teeth occasionally nipping her clit. She couldn't hold out much longer... and he returned her favour, slipping a finger between her cheeks. That sent her over the edge, she threw her had back and screamed in pleasure, her legs squeezing Pip's head together. Once through her orgasm, she pulled away and leant against the wall, gasping for breath.

She began to hum happily as Pip stood and began to wash her under the steaming downpour, and then returned the favour. Once they were clean, they dried off and slipped into the robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Pip took Scootaloo's hand and led her to the couch facing the window. He lay down upon it and pulled the mare against his chest. The pair of them stared out of the glass, watching as the prow and figurehead of the ship's namesake entered the storm.

After their restless night, Rumble was looking forward to snoozing the afternoon away. But the look Applebloom was giving him showed otherwise. She sauntered over with her hands behind her back, tail swishing from side to side. He knew right away that the innocent smile on her face was a ruse, and responded in kind as she tried to wrestle him to the floor.

The crashed into the walls, the floor, the table, now in a pile of splintered wood, and then finally to the bed. The rolled around on the king size mattress until Rumble distracted her with a deep kiss, and took the chance to pin Applebloom's arms to the bed. He pulled away and glanced to the headboard, where he noticed ropes already attached. Smirking slyly, he connected their muzzles once more, letting her arms go. She left them where they were, but it was a mistake, as her wrists were soon secured in the slip knots.

He pulled away and stood at the foot of the bed, where two more ropes were waiting, which he wrapped around her ankles. He spotted a single rope jutting out from underneath, and pulled it. The effect was Applebloom's arms and legs being stretched out. “Rumble, let me go!”

He just stepped back with a smirk, tying the rope off so that she couldn't get loose. Running his hands up her legs caused the mare to squirm, attempting to get away from his prying limbs, but not very well. “Uh uh! I won the wrestling this time, and now it's my turn!” He reached around to his wings, plucking a couple of old, but still soft feathers.

“Well that's fair, Ah suppose. Wait... what are ya gonna do with those feathers? No, not that! Please, no...” She started to giggle as he lifted up her t-shirt, running the downy items along her ribs. He started to run them over her stomach, causing her to laugh uncontrollably. He ended the onslaught and stood back up, letting the mare catch her breath. She suddenly went wide eyed as he picked up her bag. “Rumble, don't look in there!”

It was too late, he had opened it. He smirked over to her as her cheeks started to turn red, before she turned away. He calmly walked back over with fabric held in his hand, and turned her head back towards him. With a meek nod he tilted her head forward, wrapping the fabric over her eyes and gently setting her head back down. “Is that okay? Not too tight?”

“Well... except Ah can't see... it feels strange.”

“Gives me an idea. I'll be right back.” He got up from the bed and grabbed the room key, giving one last look at the mare. Her ears twitched at the door latched, and then was locked shut. He had actually left he like that. She began to struggle, hoping the ropes would loosen, but she had done too much of a good job on the knots. Left alone, tied to the bed, for anypony to discover... it was thrilling.

The door opened once more and she stopped moving, listening as Rumble closed it behind him, humming away. There was a thud as something was set down on the table, a metallic ring as two plates clashed. The scent of fruit drifted past her muzzle, and she opened her lips. She felt Rumble press his muzzle against hers, letting the strawberry drop past her teeth.

Several pieces of fruit later, he had began to run a hand over her body, leaving her breathless. Once more the feathers were brought into play, but instead of uncontrolled laughing, Applebloom was gasping in pleasure. The effect of losing her sight heightened her other senses, which pushed further still as one of his hands slid between her legs, rubbing the outside of her wet panties.

She felt the bows on the sides undone, glad that she had chosen to wear that pair, and the fabric was removed. The next sensation caused her body to tense up, one of the feathers brushing her lips. Rumble watched with a smirk as her hips followed it when he pulled the feather away. “Do you want some more?”

“Mmm, yes Ah do... what other stuff ya got there?”

“Something that means a lot to you.” She gasped as something round was rubbed between her legs, and she attempted to close her legs upon it. Rumble pulled it away and her sense of smell was assaulted by the scent of her own juices... mixed with her favourite fruit. He held it still as Applebloom ate her namesake, moaning as the taste mixed with her juices graced her throat. Pretty soon all that was left was the core. “Rumble... Ah'm ready.”

“Really? For what, hmm?” His question was answered by her moans as he started to rub her clit, feeling her lips trying to suck his fingers in. They got even louder as he slipped two of them in, continuing to tease her clit with his thumb. Her hips writhed around with his hand's thrusts, biting her lip in pleasure. He turned to her ankles and started to undo the rope, but she kicked her leg away as far as possible. “Applebloom?”

“Leave them... Ah want you to take me like this!” He needed no second bidding, slipping his pants and boxers down, lying on top of the mare. He slowly pushed his hips forward, his cock pushing past her lips until his crotch met hers. He lowered his muzzle to hers, her moans coming through into his mouth.

He started to roll his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her tight passage. He watched as her hands opened and closed around the ropes, her arms straining against them. Her hips started to rock in time with his, her walls tightening around him. The sound of thunder made him look out the window, where they were just entering a storm. “Rumble... Ah did not tell ya to stop!”

“Hold on a sec, Bloom. I know you want to stay like this, but things are about to get rough.” She gave a small groan as he pulled out, and she felt her ankles and wrists set free. A hand went to remove the blindfold, but she stopped it with one of hers.

“Leave it, Ah like it.” Her hand guided him back over her, and he re-entered. She wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles. They began rocking their hips as one. The thunder outside was ignored as they moaned into each other's mouths. Rumble felt her legs tighten as her nails dug into his shoulder, her screams of pleasure muffled when she buried her muzzle in his fur.

He felt close himself, and with a few more thrusts his cock twitched, more moans coming from the mare as he filled her up with his seed. He fell to the bed sideways with Applebloom still wrapped in his arms. They lay still for a few moments before she sat up, lifting the blindfold up and reaching for her bag. She ruffled about in it for a few moments, then gave an exasperated sigh. “Applebloom, what's wrong?”

“Well... Ah went to t' hospital after our first time, an' Ah got these pills to stop me from getting pregnant. Take them every time afterwards. But... Ah left them behind...”

“You mean...”

“Yeah... Ah know it ain't likely, but Ah could be... AJ's gonna kill ya if I am.”

“Right, I'll write out my will now. Oh, and if you're not... no more until we get back and you get those pills!” She threw herself back down, lying against his chest and running a hand through his fur.

“Well... we don't have to have full sex, ya know. And besides... Ah wouldn't mind if yer were the daddy...” Rumble had stopped his hand’s motions of running through her mane, his eyes wide as he stared at the ceiling. Applebloom pushed herself up and looked at him, waving a hand over his face. Getting no reaction she lay down once more, a little giggle escaping from her. “Great, Ah just fried 'is brain.”

Spike watching in amusement as Sweetie Belle rolled around on the floor in her underwear. There were ropes around her knees and ankles, around her breasts, and around her wrists and elbows. There was one short bit connecting her wrists to her ankles. That arched her back a little bit, but each time she ended on her back, the dragon got a glimpse of her dripping wet panties, courtesy of the vibrator he had slipped down them. “C-c-c-c-c-come on, Spike, t-t-t-turn it offfffff!!!”

“Hmm... nope. I've got a much better idea!”

“B-b-b-b-b-but Spike, ahhhhh!” Her moans came faster as he increased the power, watching her squirm even more. Pulling as much as possible, she could just reach the edge of her panties, but no further. Spike reached into his bag and pulled out a small wrapped package, humming as Sweetie Belle rolled onto her front, pressing the vibrator even closer to her tingling cunny.

“Let's see what she gave us this time, shall we? Oh, this one looks interesting... dunno how it will work as a gag though.” Sweetie Belle stopped her wriggling as much as possible, turning towards Spike and staring at the item in his hand. She managed to squirm her way over to the chair and get up on her knees, the buzzing toy falling down, just touching her lips. Spike unwrapped the package and held it up in front of her. “Well?”

She looked from the gag to the dragon and then back to the gag, opening her mouth and closing her eyes, giving a nod. He inserted it and twisted it around a little, ensuring that the rubber coated metal ring was fitted snugly behind her teeth, then reached around her head and secured the strap. “So, how does the new one fit?”

“Itpphh feepphh stranpphh.” She poked her tongue out through the ring, swirling it around her lips. “I cappphh sticpphh mypphhh tongpphh thrugphhh thippphhh onpphhh!” Spike stood in front of her, and started to unzip his trousers.

“Well that's good, because I've got something that will also fit through. Would you like it?”

“Yepphhh pleapphh, mapphhtepphh.” He dropped his pants and boxers, revealing his semi erect cock. Sweetie Belle poked her tongue out and ran it along the underside of his stiffening rod, and then back down to his base. Spike's eyes snapped shut as she did something new, moving under him slightly and licking his balls.

Taking a step, he grinned down at her as he grabbed another length of rope. She tried to move away, but the dragon just picked her up and placed her on the bed. He slipped the rope around her waist, not pulling it too tight and tying it off. Sweetie Belle moaned through the gag as he pulled the vibrator back up, keeping it in position as he pushed the rope between her legs. He wrapped it around the rope on her wrists, and then back through her legs. He then pulled it tight and tied it off. The end result was every time her legs or arms moved slightly, the torturous device was pushed deeper in.

Spike looked at the quilt where her head was, chuckling as her saw it covered in the mare's drool. It was coming out quicker than with one of her ballgags. He picked her up once more and set her back on the floor, placed on her knees. He pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her pert breasts, and he began to massage them. Coupled with the twenty minutes she had spent rolling around on the floor and the vibrator now tight against her pussy, she clenched her eyes shut and moaned as loud as possible, Spike stepping back so he could watch her ride through her orgasm, slowly stroking his shaft.

He grinned widely as her eyes clenched tighter, another one hitting almost immediately. He bent down and undid the rope riding her crotch, pulling the vibrator out. He disconnected the rope keeping her wrists and ankles together, and pulled the rope from her front tighter, her wrists snapping against her flanks. Spike then tied it tightly at the front. She could now move her legs away, but each time she attempted to pull her wrists away, the rope burned against her folds. And it felt good.

She wriggled her way forward, moaning as the rope bit into her, and drool dripping down over her bouncing tits. To Spike, it was one of the most sexy things he had ever seen, and he remained standing still. He was glad he did, Sweetie Belle going up on her knees and placing her mouth over over his tip, staring up at him. “Okay, you've done well. I guess you can have a reward.”

She hummed happily as she began to bob back and forth, finding it strange that she could feel his cock with her tongue, but not with her lips. It didn't stop her, and just continued to swirl it around his shaft as it went in and out. Spike, meanwhile, was in pleasure heaven. The ring was just big enough that his dick could fit through, but also tight enough that it created some fiction as it moved.

He wasn't going to last long, not after watching Sweetie Belle since he had first switched the vibrator on, and he started to run a claw through her mane as his hips started to rock with her head. He decided to change things up a little, holding her muzzle with both hands and keeping her still. She looked up with a raised eyebrow, but shut her eyes as he began to thrust into her mouth. Spike let his tongue hang out and closed his eyes as he felt the pressure building, ready to release, but then... “BANAPPHHHAAA! BANAPPHHAAAA!”

He pulled out, quickly diving for the table and the scissors upon it. A few quick cuts later and Sweetie Belle was free, her hands coming up shakily to remove it gag. She gave a gasp as it came out, a long line of drool still attached. Spike took it from her and stood her up , pulling her into a tight hug. “I'm sorry... I guess I just got carried away...”

“Oh Spike, it wasn't you. I just got a cramp in my leg is all. Now, I would like to finish what I started, master.” She wiggled free of his embrace and dropped back to her knees, taking his shaft in her mouth once more. She kept up her tongue action, but added a little pressure to her teeth, scraping them along his length. She giggled around him as he twitched, his cock pulsing and sending his warm seed to the back of her throat, it's warmth filling her. She kept moving her head until the last of it dribbled away, looking up and opening her mouth to show that she hadn't let a single drop of his gift get away.

She then closed her mouth and swallowed, reopening it to show she had taken it all. There was a heavy knock on the door and they heard the lock click. The only other key was with the crew, and they would only enter in an emergency. The first mate stuck his head in, cheeks already red from the previous room. His gaze drifted to the abandoned toy, rope and gag on the floor, to the couple still in the same position, and then to the roof. “I am just checking to ensure all our guests are as comfortable as possible whilst we are in this storm.”

“Storm?” Spike and Sweetie Belle giggled at each other, having spoken at the same time, whilst the stallion just rolled his eyes.

“Yes, storm. You'd know that if you just looked out of your... drawn curtains. Never mind. We hope the rest of you trip is as... pleasant as it was today.” He disappeared, the door locking once more. Spike helped the mare to her feet and led her to the bed, where they both lie down to rest, snuggled against each other.

“Well, that could've been worse.” Sweetie Belle rolled over, so that she could look her dragon in the eye. “It could've been Pound and Pumpkin walking in on us again.” She giggled at him, remembering their promise to the Cakes to at least wait until they got home.

Author's Notes:

Woohoo, SEX!! And lots of it!! And look, Rumble beat Applebloom at wrestling!! Right, now on to... wait a minute.

Yes... yes, I am going to take it off.

There, that'll teach you not to wear my clothes again!