After running to Rarity's spare room, still bound in the straight jacket, Sweetie Belle slammed the door shut. The sound of the lock clicking into place caused her to look down, where Spike's claw rested on the handle. She looked up with a timid smile to his face, and he was just grinning back at her. “You know... the place where I got that... they let me borrow some other things as well.”

“Really? What kind of things?” Spike brushed his claws across her stomach and back. The one behind started to massage her flanks, whilst the one in front reached a pocket on the coat held in a green aura. Sweetie Belle watched on as he pulled the ankle cuffs out, and nodded eagerly. He knelt down, rubbing her legs as he went, then secured the cuffs, making sure they were buckled tightly.

Putting his claw back into the pocket, he withdrew a larger set, buckling them above her knees. Spike stood and stepped back to admire his work, watching Sweetie Belle squirm. Turning the jacket over so he could get to the other pocket, he held up a plastic wrapped object. “Spike... what's that?”

“It came with the jacket and cuffs. When we were walking back, you were pretty audible, and this will... well, it'll stop... that.”

“Are you... going to gag me?”

“Well... I was thinking about... doi...”

“Okay.” He whipped his head up and stared at her, eyes wide which surprise, causing Sweetie Belle to roll hers. “I said okay, Spike. Now don't make me wait!” Undoing the package, he paused to read the instruction leaflet. The book had pictures of mares and stallions wearing them, but not how to put them on.

After a few moments he approached Sweetie Belle, holding the ball up to her mouth. She opened up and allowed it entry, feeling the straps pulled around the back of her head. Spike did the buckle up and returned to her front. “Is that too tight?” Rolling the ball round in her mouth, she managed to spit it out.

“I think the idea is that I can't do that, Spike. Pull it as tight as possible.” Grinning at his fillyfirend’s new kinkiness, he did as asked, buckling the strap to the tightest hole. Looking at her from front on, it had the effects of puffing out her cheeks, but he wasn't finished as there were more straps to secure. The easiest one ran under her muzzle, but then came the one on top.

It went from either side of her muzzle to a single strap, then back to two to buckle behind her head. Pulling it upwards revealed a hole in the single strap, and another glance showed this was for slipping over a horn, so he did just that. Even with the last holes buckled, the head strap was a little loose, so he returned to the front of it and saw the two going above the muzzle could be adjusted, so he did just that.

Then end result was the straps pushing into her puffed out cheeks, giving her a funny look. After taking a look and comparing it to the final stage in the leaflet, he gave her a nod, and Sweetie Belle tried to remove the gag once more, to no avail. She looked over and spoke, albeit like she was talking into a pillow. “Ipphh thinpphh itpphh worpphhinpphh.” He started to laugh at her, causing her to let out an annoyed groan.

Spike sauntered over to the bed and sat on the edge, then tapped the space next to him. “Come over here... if you can.” Closing her eyes in concentration, her horn began to glow green. But the only result was a few sparks, causing the dragon to look at the instructions once more. “Head and muzzle harness ball gag... complete with magic blocking inscribed head strap? Heh, guess you'll have to get over here another way.”

Giving another annoyed grunt, she tried to walk forward, but then remembered about the cuffs on her ankles and knees. With one final huff, she jumped forward, teetering in place as she tried to regain her balance, to which the four inch stiletto heels she was wearing did not help. She moaned when she stood back up straight, as the strap between her legs was rubbing against her moistened nethers, sending pleasure throughout her nerves. A few more hops and there was a knock on the door. “Sweetie Belle? Is everything okay in there?” The door rattled a little, the young mare watching with horror as she expected it to open. “Why is this door locked?”

“Itppphhh Rarppphh!” Standing from the bed, Spike walked over and put the chain on, unlocking the door and cracking it open enough to see the now fully clothed Rarity standing outside. Thankfully for him, it block most of his body, so all she could see was his face, and arm, and part of his torso.

“Spike, where is my sister?”

“Um... she a little... tied up at the moment.”

“I.. see. Well, when you two are done... eh, experimenting, I think we need to talk. I'll be in the workshop when you are ready. Oh, and Spike? Make sure you are both clean and presentable first, hmm? That's a good gentledrake.” Waiting until she started down the stairs, Spike closed the door and looked at Sweetie Belle, who was in the same place as when Rarity knocked on the door.

“I didn't say you could stop; over to the bed!” Giving another groan, she restarted her bunny hops, but went too far and toppled onto the bed. She rolled over to find Spike had disappeared, but he returned a few moments later with a bundle in his arms. “Rarity said this stuff is strong, so it should serve our purpose.”

“Whapphhh purppphh?” He didn't reply, rolling her back onto her front. She felt something slipped under each shoulder, and could hear the bed springs creaking as Spike stood up and did something. Whatever was around her shoulders pulled tight, and her upper body started to lift into the air, her feet slipping towards the foot of the bed, giving out pleasured moans as the strap kept shifting across her warm and mosit cunny. She kept moving until she no longer felt anything underneath her, being spun round to face her room, and she looked up to see a length of thick fabric under each arm holding her up.

Spike had just finished tying them off to a post at the side when he met her gaze. “Spipph, whpphh goipphh opphh?” Drool had pooled into her mouth, and now it began to drip out and down her muzzle. He didn't reply, instead releasing the cuffs around her ankles from each other. They remained on her, but not keeping her legs together. He did the same to the one on her knees, then grabbed two more lengths of fabric.

He fed one bit through the eyelet on the cuff on her left ankle, tying it off, then wrapping the free end around the bed post on the same side, glad that Rarity had allowed her a four poster with bar supports across the top. The free end was then pulled over and fed through the eyelet on her thigh cuff.

He did the same to her right, then stood on the bed behind her. “Are you ready?” Receiving a nod, he began to pull back, resulting in her legs spreading wide. The fabric length easily reached the top of the bed, so he tied them off on the bar at the top. Returning to stand in front of Sweetie Belle, Spike noticed the drool now coating the straight jacket over her breasts, still dripping from her muzzle. He gave her a nod and watch her struggle a little, but all she did was bounce around a little, suspended a good three feet in the air.

He undid the strap rolling through her crotch, hearing a muffled sigh of relief. She then saw him back away and pick up her craft scissors, looking at her crotch. With nothing but muffled noises to make, she couldn't tell Spike to stop. And then there was the fact that she didn't want to either. He pulled the front of her leotard out, cutting a slit through the middle, and then doing the same to her pantyhose underneath.

By doing so, it left her mare hood exposed to the air, and the smell of her sex hit Spike's nose like a tornado. He stepped closer, kneeling down to the floor, his face to her glistening wet folds. He could feel her drool hitting his shoulder as she tried to watch, but he didn't care. He dove forward and stuck his tongue straight in, causing Sweetie Belle to scream with pleasure.

Coupled with her arousal that had been building through the day since the straight jacket had been buckled in place, this new action pushed her over the edge, her lower lips clamping down on the dragon's forked tongue as her body released her fluids down his front like a shower, her screams of pleasure loud enough to be surely heard in Canterlot.

Scootaloo, as she said, had gone home. Her drunken father was nowhere to be seen, probably snoring his flank off in an alley behind some dive bar somewhere, whilst her mother was busy cleaning the house. “Oh hello dear, dinner is on the tab... oh, Scootaloo, I wasn't expecting you home so early. Dinner's ready if you would like some.”

“How do you do it, mom?”

“Do what, dear?”

“Live with... this,” the young mare replied, sweeping her arm around the room. The place was practically spotless, every surface covered with a shine. But it was all a front. Come morning, or whenever her father appeared, it would be turned upside down again. He had never turned his drunkenness on Scootaloo, but her mother... “Mom, we need to leave. It can't be healthy for you, living like this.”

“I'm fine, dear. Now eat up.”

“You're not fine mom! I saw the bruises on your arm this morning! All he ever does is drink, and all the bits you make... he just takes them for more booze! Why do we need to live here with that?”

“BECAUSE HE IS YOU FATHER! AND YOU WILL ACCEPT THAT!”

“Well... HE'S NOT MY REAL FATHER! AND YOU WOULDN'T BE MARRIED TO HIM IF YOU'D JUST LEARNT TO KEEP YOUR LEGS CLOSED! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO MY REAL FATHER IS, BUT I'M GOING TO FIND HIM, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!” Scootaloo jumped up from the table and ran to her room, slamming the door shut. Couldn't keep her legs closed... do I get it from her? Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she got off of her bed and stripped off, walking into her en suite shower. It was a good thing her mom had a high paying job, or they'd be living on the streets thanks to her stepfather.

Rubbing herself down with a towel afterwards, she smiled as she looked forward to the evening. A glance over the her bag revealed the tip of the book Spike had brought along, neither Twilight or Big Mac asking about it. Sweetie Belle wasn't the only one who was enjoying some of the sensations... but Scootaloo wished she had opted for the straight jacket or ropes, the chains felt weird. With a shrug of her shoulders, she opened her closet up, pulling the false back out out, revealing her clothing for the night.

After a few minutes of deliberation, she made her choice, setting it out on the bed. The first garment was selected, but a corset is hard to put on when it was only her, but she had learnt how to do it without help pretty quickly. She gazed at herself in the mirror, the black garment a stark contrast against her orange coat. She bit her lower lip as she pulled on a pair of black sheer stockings, using the suspenders on the corset to keep them up. (1)

She opened the drawer containing her panties, selecting a set of lace see through ones. Ignoring a bra, that was her underwear set. She picked up the black short skirt and slipped it on, the hem a couple of inches below the tops of her stockings. Next came her top, a low cut white t-shirt that showed off her cleavage to all that looked.

A final look in the mirror showed that her ensemble was complete, she went about the next step. She didn't really like makeup, but eyeliner and mascara... well, they made ponies focus on her eyes, and she had been told plenty of times that they were beautiful. Once she was finished, a glance in the mirror showed her eyelashes now longer, eyes framed by a black line.

She was almost ready, there was just one part left. She looked at the boots that she had worn during the day, but chose not to wear them. She remembered the high heels that her friends were wearing, and smiled as she bent down to the floor or her closet. When she came away, in her hands were knee high boots, with six inch heels.

She sat on the edge of her bed and slipped them on, doing the laces up. She wobbled a little as she stood, but soon regained her balance. The mare that looked back oozed confidence, but she still had to deal with her mane. A quick brush and it was no longer it's usual style, the majority of it behind her head, and a few strands down either side of her face. “Scoots, you are going to knock them dead tonight!”

She slung her bag over her shoulders and began to walk out, wobbling here and there, but soon finding the right balance. She had been wearing those boots in her room whenever she could, so she was sort of used to them. She muttered a goodbye to her mother as she left the house, walking confidently down the street as some of the other older ponies pulled their foals along, breaking their gazes from her.

After twenty minutes of walking through town, she arrived at building with no lights on. She went round the back and banged on the black door, a little eye way opening. “Password.”

“Come on dude, I never remember them.”

“No password, no entry.”

“Fine... guess you don't want the star of the show tonight, huh?” The door suddenly swung open, a stallion standing there was an apologetic grin on his face.

“Sorry, Miss Scootaloo, I didn't know it was you. Please, come in.” She walked past and flicked her tail up at his muzzle, smiling as he closed the door automatically and watched her walk down the corridor. She turned a corner and entered the third door on the left, a room nearly covered in darkness.

“Hey guys, miss me?”

“You could say that.”

“Sure did. We... uh, got another one who wanted to join us.”

“Well, who?”

“He's next door. Hold on, we'll get him.” The two males got up and walked into the light, revealing the two young stallions that were Snips and Snails. They came back after a few moments later with another one, revealed to be Pipsqueak. “So... you still game?” Scootaloo gave the newcumer a good look over, staring at the bulge in his pants, then gave a shrug.

“Sure, why not? But on my terms as usual. We're going to try something different.” After they agreed, the four sat at a table, Snips and Snails to her left and right, Pipsqueak opposite her. “Here's the deal, Pip. This is just sex, no strings attached. You still interested?”

“Uh... sure.”

“Good, now, my terms.” She slammed the book on the table and opened it to a pre marked page. “That is how I want you to do me tonight.”

“Uh... Scoots?” She turned to the unicorn on her right, silently marvelling at how a inept gangly colt could go to being one of Ponyville's premier magicians with a build to rival even Big Mac's. He still would never be that strong, and Scootaloo bit her lip as she imagined the farm stallion having her way with him. “How are we supposed to do that? I mean, yeah, we've used ropes in our acts, but that looks complicated.”

Snapped out of her daydream, she flipped back a few pages, where there was a description of the position, and then techniques on how to do it. “That's how. Now, go get some rope whilst I have a... interview with the new pony.” Snips and Snails nodded, tearing out of the door and towards the storage room in the cellar, leaving Scootaloo and Pipsqueak alone.

“So... what do you want to know?”

“Know? Oh, you misunderstand me. Stand up.” Blinking with confusion, he did as asked, standing still as the mare walked around him. He gave a small cry of surprise as she pushed him onto the table, then gripped the edge as she gripped him between the legs. “Now then... feels good. Time to take a look.” Pip closed his eyes as his pants were taken down to his ankles, his boxers to his knees. “You know.... some mares use lipstick, so that when the stallion's partners sees it, they know he cheated. What's Silver Spoon going to say?”

“Nothing... w-w-we broke up last year.”

“Did you now? And I assume that's how long it's been since you were with a mare, huh?”

“Y-y-y-eah.”

“Don't be nervous, just relax and everything will be fine.” His grip on the table tightened as he felt his cock's tip kissed by her lips, and she trailed them down his length to his base, rolling her tongue across it as she drew back. “I don't wear lipstick, and as you haven't blown your load yet after so long, you're either damn good in bed of have a lot of restraint. Hmm... you're not as big as other stallions... but if you kept Silver Spoon happy, you must be pretty good. Time to find out.”

Pipsqueak's head hit the table with a thud as he felt his cock wrapped by her lips, the mare's tongue playing with his tip. Why can't all interviews be like this? That was his last coherent thought as he felt Scootaloo push further down his shaft.

Author's Notes:

Okay, so not much in this chapter... but after getting to over 3000 words and more to write, I thought I'd split it down to two. So here's a little bit of fluff to keep you eager.

(1) This was the closest I could find. You'll just have to imagine her as anthro, with the suspenders on the corset instead. And trust me, I spend a good hour trying to find the best picture I could.

Anyway, look for more later! We'll get to whatever Applebloom is up to, and probably back to Spike and Sweetie Belle as well.

(Yes, we have Slutaloo in this story. Also, do you want her real father to show up or not?)

Audio reading can be found here.