“Now let's see 'ere. holes down there for rope or chains. Hinge on that side, hasp an' staple on that side. Rumble, time fer a test!” The pegasus hopped down from the bale of hay where he was watching the mare work. He knew that he was going to be her test subject, so he bent forwards against the lower plank once more with a smile, his head and wrists resting in the semi circles carved into to the wood. Applebloom lowered the upper plank down, the grooves matching up, sliding a metal pin through the latch. “Right, now try to get free.”

He first tried standing up, but the wood held his head and arms still, so he pretty soon gave up on that. He then started to shake from side to side. To the mare's dismay, there was a large crack, and the wood where the hinge was mounted splintered, Rumble breaking free. He walked over and wrapped Applebloom in a comforting embrace, telling her to cut some more wood. He gave her a quick kiss and then left the farm's workshop, flying towards the town.

She stood up and walked over to her supplies, tapping against the wood until she knocked on a thick piece. It was a nice long plank, so she pulled it out and set it on the workbench. She gave another glance over the designs, using a pencil to mark out where she needed to cut. Applebloom got so lost in the moment that she didn't notice Rumble walking back in, until his arms wrapped around her and he kissed the back of her neck. “I got you something that might help.”

“'elp? Ah've tried three times! What the hay is gonna 'elp this mess?” A large book was put in front of her head and she gave a squeal of glee, surprising the pegasus with a passionate kiss as she turned around. She then skipped over to the workbench, cracking open the book. “Let's see 'ere. Hmm, ah, perfect, Chapter thirteen; 'ow to strengthen yer joints. Thank you, Rumble.”

He stepped back whilst she read the chapter over, smirking when she unclipped her dungarees, removed her t shirt and slipped one of the braces back over her shoulder, turning to the wood once more. Rumble couldn't help but stare at her bare chest as she glanced over her shoulder at him, then taking the plank she had selected back over to the table.

He smiled as the mare began to hum whilst she worked, and soon she had all the pieces cut to size. The pegasus then leant her his assistance in the construction phase, happy to see a smile on her face after her failures that afternoon. After going over all the joints to ensure they were secure, she motioned for Rumble to go inside once more. He again tried to get free in anyway possible, but found that he failed. “Okay, Bloom, this one works, let me out. Bloom? Applebloom?”

The mare walked around in front of him with a massive grin on her face, before bending down, wrapping her hands around his muzzle and pressing into a passionate kiss. She pulled away and he noted the smirk on her face, her hands letting her clothing lose. It slipped down her legs and she turned her side to him. “Ah... Ah got it, Rumble, and with yer help. Ah got my cutie mark!” Upon her flank was a red apple overlaid by a crossed hammer and screwdriver. She tilted his muzzle up so that his eyes met hers. “Ah think you deserve a reward for yer help. Jus' wait 'ere an' don't go anywhere now.”

“Uh huh.” She pressed into another passionate kiss, then slipped her dungarees up again and left the workshop, closing the door behind her. Rumble started to bounce around in the wood again, but Applebloom had really done a good job this time around. He just gave a sigh and resigned himself for the mare's return. He didn't have to wait long, the door cracking open once more.

She came over and opened the top of the stocks, letting the stallion free, and pushed him back. She then slipped out of her coveralls, Rumble reaching out and running his hands up her thighs, making her giggle. She sat on the floor and reached into her pockets, his eyes going wide when she pulled out some cuffs, wrapping them around her ankles. She then threaded some rope through the eyelets on them, then through the holes at the bottom of the stocks, tying her legs wide open. She reached into the deep pocket once more and pulled out the gag she had gotten from Sweetie Belle, slipping it into her mouth.

She then stood and bent into the stock, her wrists and neck resting in the cushioning they had added. Rumble walked in front of her with a grin, slowly lowering the upper plank and slipping the pin through the hasp. He stepped behind her and took a good look, from the heels on her feet, up her stockinged legs, to where her tail was swishing past her marehood.

He slid a hand over her ass, the mare giving a muffled moan as he squeezed firmly, then let his fingers move forward, flicking his thumb over her clit. He knelt down behind her, hands on her hips as he pressed his muzzle forward, smirking as his tongue slipping past her folds made her moan loudly.

He firmly grabbed her ass cheeks, sliding his tongue up and down and flicking it across her clit occasionally. Applebloom was trying to press herself back onto his muzzle further, but the stocks allowed her no movement. She gave a muffled groan of annoyance as Rumble pulled away. Then out of the corner of her eyes she saw his hands placed in the upper plank, feeling him probing at her lips.

There was muffled shriek as he slipped past her wet folds, moving backwards and forwards. Drool started to drip from her lower lips as her moans got louder and faster with each thrust, the mare straining to close her legs, but she had tied her own ankles too well. She scrunched her eyes shut as the thrusting got faster, her moans quieter as she panted around the gag.

They then got louder and faster as Rumble began to thrust furiously, his hands now holding her hips to keep her steady. The young stallion's grunts got louder as his wings spread out and then fluttered hard as he hilted inside the mare, his tip flaring as he shot his load, hard. He waited until his dick's pulsing stopped before pulling out, sliding his boxers back up his legs. He walked around to the front of the stocks with a smirk, reaching around Applebloom's neck and unstrapping the gag. “So... how was that for you?”

The mare took a few deep breaths and then glared up at him. “Ah didn't finish! Get back there and do somethinppphhh!” The pegasus had shoved the ball back into her mouth, walking back around behind her. “Rumbppphhm whapphh arpphh...” Her question was interrupted as he slipped three fingers in, roughly sliding them around. Her speech was replaced by moans as her lips tried to suck his hand in.

It didn't take her long to give a muffled scream, her walls clamping down around his digits as she reached her orgasm, her fluids dripping down her legs. She expected to be let out then, but instead began to moan once more as Rumble's tongue slipped past her lips again. Her hands balled into fists from the tension, and she tried to pull them through the holes. She couldn't keep it hold long, the pegasus' hands firmly holding her hips in position with his muzzle buried deep between her thighs.

She quickly reached her peak again, feeling Rumble chuckle against her walls even as their combined juices dripped down his muzzle. He then stood up from her and removed the pin, lifting the upper plank up. Applebloom stood with a muffled groan, reaching up and removing the gag as her coltfriend untied her ankles. She giggled as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed the back of her neck. “Ah think Sweets is gonna love this, Ah know Ah did. Now come on, we gotta get ready to go out.”

The pair covered themselves with a couple of towels waiting on the workbench, making their way into the farmhouse and up to the shower. Rumble let his mare go first, knowing that he wouldn't take as long as her. A good hour later and he was stepping out, his mane brushed into a swept back style, a few strands in the middle hanging forward, and fake fangs in his mouth. He was wearing black pants and shoes, a white shirt with ruffles, and a black cravat under the collar. Lastly was a black silk cape with maroon lining underneath.

He had applied some makeup to his face, now a pale white, with black eye shadow, and trails of fake blood coming from his mouth. Mac had lent him the use of his room to get changed, and he stepped into the corridor at the same time as Applebloom.. He grinned at her as he looked over her outfit, the same as her schoolfilly outfit from the other day.

Of course, she had customised it this time, a long, thick streak of red dye coming down from her neck, where she had put fake fang marks, matching those in Rumble’s mouth. He walked over and wrapped her close, placing his mouth to her neck and nibbling gently, causing her to giggle. Applebloom pushed him away and turned, flicking her tail across his muzzle and walking away, her heels echoing on the wooden floor. “Yer comin'? They're expecting us around nine, and it's gonna take me a while to get to town wearin' these.”

“Sure, let's go.” They walked out together, but Rumble stopped her at the edge of the farmhouse yard. He stood behind her and slid his arms around her waist, holding on tight. “Trust me, you'll like this.” She gave a nod to his whisper, then shrieked as her feet left the ground. Rumble slowly turned her so that she was facing him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight. “Ease up, don't need you to choke me.” she did just that, relaxing a little, but not so much as to even have a chance of falling, looking at the young pegasus stallion in awe as he flew them towards Ponyville.

Pipsqueak stepped into his house, looking forward to seeing Scootaloo that evening. His parents weren't in, so he gave a shrug and walked into the kitchen to get a drink. His plan got derailed when he saw a note on the kitchen table, picking it up to reveal a small plastic box and an orange feather. He picked up the box and inspected it, noting an on/off button, and min/max wheel on the side. He put it to full and turned it on, but nothing happened, so turned it off again, looking at the note.

He turned around and noticed another feather on the floor, following it and seeing a few more going up the stairs. They guided him to his bedroom, where they stopped. He frowned a little, confused as the what was going on, looking down at the remote in his hand. He gave a shrug and turned it to full, then clicked it on. His ears twitched as he heard a muffled moan from his closet, and he shut it off.

He then turned it on at a lower setting, smirking as the moaning started once more. Placing the remote on his desk, he made his way over and opened the closet doors, grinning at what he found. Scootaloo was wearing her corset, stockings, and boots, her half lidded eyes glancing at him with her ears splayed back.

Her ankles and knees were tied tightly together, a rope around her waist and running through her crotch. There was another one going over and under her breasts and through her cleavage, compressing her boobs and making them stick out, keeping her wings pinned to her back. He reached a hand up and spun her round, seeing her elbows and wrists tied, the rope running through her crotch going around the one keeping her hands together. There was a final rope running from the ones around her breasts at the back, pulling her up, attached to his clothing rail.

He spun her back around as her muffled moans continued, smirking at the black ball strapped into her mouth. Taking note of the buzzing, he glanced down, seeing the bottom of a toy sticking out of her vagina, the fur on her inner thighs a darker shade of orange. He left her facing out into the room, grabbing the remote and sitting on the edge of his bed, shutting the vibrator off. “Well, you couldn't have gotten into that situation without help.”

The mare just closed her eyes as she panted around the gag, her arms straining to get loose. “Sweetpphh Bellphhh helphhhedpphh mepphh.”

“Did she now? So, if you're my present, can I play with you?” Her eyes shot open as he whacked the vibrator back up to full, drawing a moan from her. Pip slid his jeans and boxers down to his knees, slowly stroking his lengthening shaft, smirking as Scootaloo spun around in place, trying her best to get away from the torturous device.

The stallion stood up and walked back over to her, slipping a finger under the strap of the gag and forcing her head around to face him, whilst his other hand drifted lower. Her eyes scrunched shut as he pushed the toy deeper, holding it in place whilst Scootaloo moaned, drool dripping from her muzzle. It didn't take long for her body to start shuddering, and Pip smirked as she gave a muffled shriek of pleasure from her orgasm.

He left the vibrator going as he untied her ankles and thighs, untying the rope from the rail. With a slap to her flank she shot out of the closet, but didn't get very far as he still had a hold of the rope. He pulled her over to the bed and sat her on the edge, the mare giving small whimpers as the buzzing vibrator was pushed deep once more. She tried to stand up, but the stallion pushed down on her shoulders, keeping her in place.

She glanced up with a pleading glance at his wicked grin, and he bent forward, kissing the tip of her muzzle. She began to pant around the gag before throwing her head back with a shriek as she came once more. Pip let her fall back to the bed as he grabbed the remote, dialling the power down. Scootaloo began to whimper as his hands ran up her legs, stopping at her waist. She breathed a sigh of relief as best as possible when he untied the rope running through her crotch, letting the toy slip out. “Oh, it's not staying out. It's going back in.”

Her eyes shot open with a shriek as she felt its tip pressed against her tight back door, groaning as it slipped in. Pip kept pushing until only the base was showing, retying the rope under her crotch to keep it in, but also to allow him access to her dripping wet cunt. “Pipphhh, letpphh meppphh oupphh!”

“Not yet. You see, I understand now. You're my present, and I'm going to unwrap you. But one part at a time.” She could only moan in pleasure once more as he started the toy on full power and buried his muzzle between her thighs. His hands were holding her legs apart, preventing her from squeezing them around his head. She couldn't hold off at all, not after waiting for him with the dildo buried deep for an untold amount of time.

Her fingers curled up as she shrieked once more, Pip's tongue twirling around her folds, her fluids dripping down his muzzle. She gave a few muffled whimpers when he pulled away and flipped her over. However, the noises changed into a relieved sigh as he untied her elbows and then into groaning as she moved her upper arms. He then pulled her back up and walked her over to his chair, sitting with her on his knee. She pressed back against his chest when he snaked a finger down and started rubbing her lips.

She rocked her crotch on his leg, glancing over her shoulder, eyes filled with pleading. He bent down and kissed the back of her neck, slipping his fingers into her folds, his thumb pressing against her clit. The movement of her hips got more violent as she fucked herself on his fingers, her eyes closed as her walls clamped down on his digits. She gave a muffled groan as he pulled out, laying his fingers over the tip of her muzzle. “Piphhhsqueapphhh...”

“Beg for it, you know you want to.” She twisted her head round, a look between anger and lust in her eyes, and then pressed against him harder, looking up at him from his shoulder. He wrapped one arm around her chest, the other dropping to her leg, his fingers squeezing her thighs. “I can't hear you begging.”

“Pipphh... pleaspphh... I neepphh itpphh!” Her moans returned full force as he dove back in, his fingers wiggling around inside her forcefully. She tried to pull away, but he held her steady as she hit yet another orgasm, more fluids leaking out and soaking the fur on his thigh. He picked her up and put her on the bed, untying the rope around her chest and wrists. She gave another small whimpers as she moved her arms to her front, rubbing the reddened areas.

She reached up to remove the gag, but was stopped as Pip grabbed her wrists, forcing her to bend forward over the mattress, giving moans of anger. They soon stopped as she felt his tip probing at her entrance, and eagerly pushed back, giving a huff of annoyance as he pulled away. They continued the dance until he let go of her wrists. “Don't take that out yet.”

She remained on her hands and knees as he untied the rope around her waist, a muffled groan escaping her as he pulled the vibrator from her ass, chucking it to the side. His hand came and took a hold of her wrists once more, slowly spreading them out and causing her body to sink lower. Her moans returned as his dick slipped between her lips, slowly thrusting.

He could feel her walls already choking his shaft for all it was worth, making her tighter than she had been since they got together. He started to chuckle as her moans turned into squeaks of pleasure, her tail flicking around, lightly slapping against his muzzle each time it moved. After watching her for so long, he felt the pressure building quickly, letting go of Scootaloo's wrists.

She pulled away from him and turned around, intending to take the gag off once more, but he stopped her again, sitting round and pulling her into his lap. Her legs spread around his waist as he slipped back in, her arms now wrapped around his neck. He reached up and stroked her wings as they rocked their hips in time with each other, trying to get her to release again as soon as possible.

Scootaloo threw her head back with her eyes closed, letting out her loudest muffled moan so far as Pip firmly squeezed the base of her wings, her nails scratching his back as she gripped him tightly. That was it for the stallion, her walls squeezing the hardest he had ever felt. He groaned as his body tensed up and his tip flared, his seed shooting out fast and coating her insides. He gave a few more small thrusts, his dick sliding out coated with their combined juices.

He finally took the gag out of Scootaloo's mouth, letting her roll to the side with a whimper. She rolled around and looked at the mess on his slowly shrinking cock, crawling her way forward and taking it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft. By the time she released him, all that was left on it was her saliva.

“Scootaloo... you were squeaking.” She looked up at his grin with a blush on her face, before rolling away and mumbling something, sitting on the edge of the bed. Pip followed, wrapping his arms around her and nibbling on her ear gently, causing her to giggle, then letting it go. “I didn't say it was a bad thing. It was actually pretty adorable.”

She pushed him away with a groan, standing from the bed and stripping off, grabbing a towel from the side, poking her tongue out at him as she walked towards the shower. He just lay on the bed, smirking as she walked back around half an hour later, the towel wrapped around her body, another twirled around her mane in only the way that a mare could achieve. (Seriously, how the fuck do they do that?) “Are you going to get ready or what?”

“Suppose. You still going as planned?”

“Yeah, Dash is going to think it's awesome!”

“It looks damn sexy with you in it. Even better when it's on my bedroom floor.” Scootaloo threw another towel at him with a giggle, the stallion still grinning as it slipped down his muzzle. He stood from the bed and walked past her, pausing only for a quick kiss and to check his outfit was ready. Even after a good eight years since he arrived in Ponyville, he hadn’t changed the style of outfit he wore out on Nightmare Night. (1) He gave his mare another quick kiss before heading towards the shower.

Omoroca stood patiently as multiple pieces of fabric flew around her in a blue glow, the female unicorn muttering about it not being fabulous enough. Even though the dragoness was in her underwear, to which the mare had fallen in love with, in front of a stranger, she was still talkative. “I assure you, Miss Rarity, this is entirely unnecessary.”

“Au contraire, my dear. Now, tell me more about your visit.”

“Oh, we're here to see our son. You see, we dragons, when with another of our species, do not normally meet our parents until we are twenty one. But we do come early when the time is right. Tell me, do you know the mare called Sweetie Belle?” Every piece of fabric floating through the air dropped as the mare stared at the dragoness, causing her to giggle. “I take it that's a yes then?”

“She's... my sister.”

“Oh, well... I don't think I should say anything else, do you, Mythic?” The stallion just grunted his reply, now wearing a new suit, with multiple bags around his feet. Both females giggled at his expected reply, before Rarity got back to making Omoroca's new outfit. “I assume that is why Spike disappeared upstairs, to see his mare?”

“Oh, most likely. I wonder what's taking them so long...” With a shrug of her shoulders she floated the fabric over to her work station, the dragoness stepping off the platform. She watched with interest as Rarity operated her sewing machine by hand and had scissors and rolls of thread spinning around her. The mare was humming whilst she worked, the couple noting how focused she was. It was a mere five minutes before the mare gave a triumphant shout, turning around with a stunning glistening ruby dress.

Omoroca took it from the mare and slipped it over her shoulders, her husband helping to zip it up at the back. The dragoness walked over to the mirror and gasped when she saw her reflection, giving a few twirls, her tail swishing back and forth in happiness. There was thud from the floor above and the sound of a door slamming open, followed by the voice of another mare. “Rarity, Spike's being mean!”

The unicorn smiled sheepishly at her guests, walking past them and stopping at the foot of the stairs. “Sweetie Belle, darling, whatever is the matter?”

“He won't fuck me!” Rarity's cheeks instantly flushed, and she took a worried look at the couple in her dressing room. At first she was worried by their clearly unamused faces, but breathed a sigh of relief as they both burst out with laughter. “Rarity, who's that?”

“Are you presentable?”

“Um... sort of?”

“Then come on down.” There was the sound of thudding on the wooden stairs as Rarity walked back into her work room, the younger unicorn mare soon following. The three adults smirked as she stopped in the doorway, her eyes going wide in shock, but not because of who was there, but because of what she was wearing. Clinging tightly to her body was a latex catsuit with open cleavage, black high heeled platform sandals and a black mask giving her face feline features. Her mane and tail had been dyed black and brushed out straight. “Omoroca, Mythic Flame, my sister, Sweetie Belle.”

“Rarity... what's going on?” Rarity just smirked as the dragoness walked over and looked Sweetie Belle over, going so far as to walk around her twice, before nodding to the unicorn stallion. He walked out of the room, heading up the stairs but stopping halfway as Spike came down them. The pair walked back into the dressing room with a smirk, the young dragon embracing his marefriend. “Spike?”

“Sweets, I'd like you to meet my parents.” The mare's cheeks turned pink and she buried her head in his shoulder with a groan, hiding from the embarrassment. He chuckled at her unintelligible mumbles as she shook her head, briefly glancing up at him, then returning to the safety of his shoulder. “Oh come on, it's not that bad.”

She gave another muffled speech, before pulling away and smiling at the couple. “Hello.” The dragoness smirked as she looked at Spike, who returned his own grin, and she walked over to the pair. “I'm Sweetie Belle.” Omoroca took the offered hand with a smile, Sweetie Belle giving a cry of surprise as blue scaly arms wrapped around her.

“It's wonderful to meet you, my name is Omoroca, and that buffoon over there is my husband, Mythic Flame.” He just gave the mare a small nod, before the dragoness pulled back, glaring at Spike. “Now, why won't he give you what you want?” Sweetie Belle dropped her gaze to the floor with a snicker, glancing out of the corner of her eye at her lover.

“Something along the lines of we're going out soon, and we haven't got time.”

“Of course, it's Nightmare Night, isn't it?” The mare just nodded at her, Omoroca looking over her outfit once more, noting that Spike was half dressed in a different outfit. “So... what are you two meant to be?” This caused Sweetie Belle to perk up, dragging Spike out of the room. The remaining three waited in silence for them to return, the young dragon now with a strange cowl on his head and a cape of his shoulders. “Interesting costumes...”

“I know, right? Rarity helped me make them!” She turned around and wrapped her arms around Spike's neck, standing to his side. She lifted her head and kissed his cheek, turning her head back to the room. “We've got sort of matching outfits. He's Batpony and I'm Catmare! Oooh, I've just had a good idea! Why don't you guys come out with us tonight?”

“But we don't have any costumes.” Sweetie Belle gave her best pout at the stallion in the room, but he just shrugged his shoulders at her. “What? It's a little late to go buy some now.”

“I have some older ones, if you are interested.” He just groaned whilst Omoroca smiled at her son and his marefriend, looking forward to spending time with them.

“That would be lovely, Miss Rarity, thank you. Will you be joining us?”

“Me? Oh no, I have a prior engagement.” The older unicorn mare turned around and walked to her storage closet, smirking as she saw her chosen outfit for the night, before pulling out a large box and setting it on the floor. She lifted the lid to reveal an assortment of themed costumes, and she motioned for Omoroca and Mythic Flame to look through. “Take you pick, darlings. And enjoy your night.”

It didn't take long for them to get changed, and the four of them left the store after thanking the mare. She then grabbed her own outfit, locking the door with her magic, and heading up to her room. After an hour long shower she stood in front of her mirror, slipping each garment on. She bit her lower lip as she pulled the laces on the corset tight.(1) A quick glance at the clock told her that she still had a good half and a hour, and slipped a hand between her thighs.

“Well, so eager that you'll start without me?”

She gave a cry of alarm, turning around and glaring at the stallion sat in the dark corner. She slowly strolled over, swaying her hips, and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pressed forward into a passionate kiss, pulling away with a gasp as his hands firmly squeezed her thighs. “Don't you go making a habit of coming early!”

“I'll come any time you want me to. No sister tonight?” Rarity shook her head as she stroked Blueblood's cheek, the stallion smirking as he moved his hands to her thighs, slowly spreading them. “Well that's good, no chance of interruptions.” The mare's nails dug into his shoulders as he slipped his fingers down her panties and into her cunt.

Author's Notes:

Thanks to my new editor, Corwin Freiss

(1) Good ol' Cap'n Pipsqueak!

(2) Damn, I'm being too nice to Blueblood!

This chapter went on a bit longer than expected, so the promised mare coming in the next one. (promise)