“Spipphh... pleapphh... turpphh... itpph... oppphh!!!” Every attempt at a word was punctuated with a moan of pleasure, whilst the dragon sat in the shadows, slowly massaging his raging cock with his right claw. He had to admit, it was a stroke of genius after he gave her her fourth orgasm from oral, so then he got the toys out.

With a copious amount of lube, he had plugged Sweetie Belle's puckered poop shoot, and kept pushing it back in every time it slipped out. He then selected two powerful vibrators, inserting one into her cunt, which was creating a small pool on the floor from her love juices dripping out, and placing the other right on top of her clitoris. He had pulled the straight jacket's crotch strap back through and buckled it even tighter, putting more pressure on the toys.

Spike had plugged them into an extension cable and ran it towards where he now sat, with an switch to adjust how much power was sent through the cables in his left claw. He smirked as Sweetie Belle screamed against her gag and came once more, the once white strap between her legs now a dull grey from being so wet. He clicked the power off and watched as her nostrils flared, an attempt to get as much air as possible, whilst the stream of drool had become almost like a waterfall.

He had lost count of how many times she had climaxed, and decided that she had had enough time being kept in the air. Her eyes rolled open as he approached, but only halfway as she tried to focus on him. Spike undid the knots threaded through her ankle cuffs and unwound it from the bedpost, guiding it out of the cuffs around her thighs as well.

Taking the strain of the fabric holding her up, he undid the bigger knot and slowly lowered her, letting her collapse onto the bed and taking the fabric from under her shoulders. He sat down next to her and began to run his claw through her mane, and she smiled around her gag as she looked up at him. “Are you ready for the main event?” All he got was a nod in return, so he slipped his hand down between her legs and started rubbing the outside. “I can't hear you.”

“Spipphh... pleapphh.”

“Beg.”

“Whappph?”

“You heard me, I want you to beg for it.”

“Pleapphh Spipphh, Ipphh... wapphh yopphh inpphh mepphh. Pleapphh... mapphhhtepphh?” Master? I like the sound of that! And if that's the way she wants it... Flipping her over so she was laying on her front, he wrapped the fabric still attached to the top bar at the head of the bed around the foot posts on either side and then the top bar above it, and back to her ankle cuffs. He started to pull it through, Sweetie Belle moaning as the toys inside her shifted as her legs were raised.

The result was her legs hanging in the air, flank presented to the dragon and her chest pressing against her mattress. To keep it out of the way, Spike took the end of her tail and slipped it through the strap that ran around the back of her head, and gently but firmly pulling it. This made Sweetie Belle tilt her head back, and Spike then tied her tail over itself, making her stay in that position.

He undid the crotch strap and removed the vibrators, throwing them to the bed. He then knelt up behind her and teased her dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. His claw came up and took hold of the butt plug, Sweetie Belle whimpering as he drew it out, then screaming as he shoved it back in. He pressed into her cooch slightly and then drew back, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “I can't hear you begging...”

She took a few deep breaths, then turned to look over her shoulder as best as possible, the action pulling her tail, and she felt it at the base. “Pleapphhh Mapptepphhh... makppphh meppphh youppphh!” He pushed back in a little, then stopped. “Pleapphh...” Giving her what she wanted, he thrust in deep, causing her to scream in pleasure once more. “Thanppphh Yopphh Mapphhtpphh!”

He drew back and thrust once again, causing her to moan loudly. He pulled the plug out a little, but then shoved it back in as he withdrew, making Sweetie Belle give a muffled scream yet again. He soon found his rhythm, one in whilst the other came out. He could hear her getting close with how quick her moaning got and her walls clamping down on him.

He wasn't going to last long, not after waiting that amount of time, and soon enough Sweetie Belle's body began to shake violently as she came, her walls now attempting to constrict his cock, and he released into her, hearing her satisfied moans as his warm fluids coated her insides and dribbled from her hole mixed with her own.

Pulling out, Spike watched her chest rapidly move in and out, then smiled wickedly. “Mapphhtepphh, noppphh, pleapphh!” He ignored her and rebuckled the crotch strap, having placed one of the vibrators back over her clitoris. He walked round to the side of her bed and opened up a drawer, returning to where her head was, and then slipped a blindfold over her. She tried to get him to take it off, but all that came out were moans. They soon got louder as he went over to the power switch and put it on full. Smirking to himself, he walked towards her bathroom for a shower, ignoring her pleas to be released.

“So, is this okay?” Scootaloo looked from the book to her own body, comparing the positions of her limbs. Her wrists were tied to the opposite elbow behind her back, rope above and below her breasts, compressing them, and pinning her upper arms to her side. Another piece slipped over her shoulder and down her cleavage, under the lower rope and back over the opposite shoulder, where it was pulled tight and tied off. Her left ankle was tied to her left thigh, the same with the right. She looked up and nodded to Snips and Snails.

“Yeah, you two have done a good job.” She rolled onto her knees and tried to move forward, but didn't get very far. “Okay... you're gonna have to carry me to the bed.” The third stallion in the room stood up from the table, wrapping her in his arms as he picked her up. Being a pegasus was a good thing for this, as she was lighter then any other race. They left the room and walked into a sudden barrage of wolf whistles.

Going up and down the corridor were many mares and stallions, each one smiling as they saw the bound mare. Playing on the whole 'damsel in distress' thing, she began to squirm about, almost making Pipsqueak drop her. He managed to get a grip before that though, and now one of his hands was holding her under her crotch.

Scootaloo looked up at him whilst biting her lip, then began grinding back and forth on his forearm. He could feel it getting wet, and knew that she wanted him to get her to the bed... now. Ignoring the others there, the three stallions entered the next room and the mare was deposited on the bed. As soon as the door was closed, Snips and Snails stripped off, revealing their raging hard ons. “Well come on then, how are you going to fuck me with your clothes on?”

“I... uh... I'm having second thoughts about this now.” Scootaloo managed to get herself into a kneeling position, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Really? Too later mister, it's happening. Boys, you know what to do.” Pip gave a small cry of surprise as his clothes were removed via magic, and he was then lifted up and dumped on the bed. Scootaloo rolled on to him and straddled his crotch, coating his dick with some of her juices. “Listen up, you agreed, so you're not backing out now. New colt gets my vag, so be happy. Now... how are you going to fuck me when I'm covered?”

Pipsqueak sat up, pushing her onto her back and sliding her panties down and over her legs, throwing them to the side. He looked between her legs and stared at the markings there. It was a small patch of ink, with an arrow point downward. It read as follows.

He looked back up and saw her smirk, her next words easing his concern. “It's a temporary one, it'll come off in a few days. Now then, have you two decided who is under me?”

“Yeah, I am this time.” She nodded and Snails lay on the bed, moving her so that her back was against his chest. He moved her down a little and then started to slide in, Scootaloo's mouth open in pleasure as he entered her tight asshole. He then turned them so that they we across the width of the bed, Snips standing where her head was. She tilted her head up and stared at Pipsqueak.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and fuck me!” He approached, standing between her spread legs which were held out of the way by Snails' own legs, and he brought his head to her folds. She gave him a nod and he slipped in, surprised at, with her reputation, how tight she was. She was about as wet as he expected though.

With a happy moan she tilted her head back, opening her mouth to allow Snips entry. As soon as he was in, the trio began thrusting, and had soon worked up a rhythm. Scootaloo moans grew intensely as she swirled her tongue around the cock in her mouth as both her entrances tightened, asking for more.

She gave a small shriek when Snails brought his hands round and fondled her breasts, squeezing her nipples. He immediately stopped, but her muffled voice told him to carry on, so he did just that, Pipsqueak squeezing her flanks. She strained at the ropes that bound her tightly, and with all that stimulation, she knew she wasn't going to last as long as she normally did.

She gave a muffled scream as she orgasmed, biting down on Snips and causing him to explode in her mouth. She did her best to swallow it all, but some dripped out and down her muzzle, and then into Snails' open mouth. He ignored it and thrust harder, filling the inside of her ass with white warm fluid. He slid out of her and some of his cum dripped out.

The trio lying down rolled over so that he could get up, leaving just Pipsqueak still embedded deep inside her. The two unicorns picked up their stuff and left, happy smiles on their faces as they headed towards the shower. Scootaloo waited for the last one to start thrusting again, but when he didn't she began to rock her hips over him.

Instead he rolled her back over and slipped out, then started to get dressed. Scootaloo didn't know how to react, that was the first time somepony had exited her without finishing, and it needed clarification. “Pip? What's wrong?”

“I... can't do this to you. Why, Scootaloo?”

“Why, what?”

“Do this to yourself? You could do so much more with your time!” He had unknowingly stuck a chord with her, but knew he had hit something with the way she dropped her gaze to the floor. He gave a sigh and walked back over to the bed, the mare saying nothing as he started to untie her. Once she was free she sat on the edge of the bed, still staring at the floor. Pip sat down and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, holding her close.

“I... guess... you don't think much of me, considering my reputation around town, huh?”

“That's just it, it's only a reputation. I don't think you're really like that, and I want to... know why you don't stop it from going around.” The reaction he got was not what he expected as Scootaloo suddenly burst into tears and buried her head in his shoulder. He just remained sitting there until she calmed down, which took a good hour.

“My... mom, she.... she works for the weather management, some high up position. I've heard rumours that she got there... by sleeping her way up. I guess I thought... if she could do it, so could I. I haven't really done it that many times... but done a lot of other stuff. That's where it comes from.”

“Doesn't... your father have anything to say about it?”

“I don't know, he's not my real dad. And even if he was, he'd never be sober enough to understand.”

“Scootaloo... has he ever... done anything to you?”

“What? No, never. But mom... he beats her sometimes, and I don't know what to do about it.”

“Come to mine tonight, I have a visitor coming that will be able to help.” She drew back and looked at him fearfully for a moment, but he just smiled softly at her. “I want to make sure you're safe tonight, nothing more. Now get dressed, we're leaving.” After slipping her clothes back on, she tried to walk out the door, but wobbled more than usual in her heels.

She suddenly found herself weightless as Pip picked her up, and walking out of the back entrance. After a short journey through town, he set her down and unlocked the door before them. He carried her upstairs and entered his bathroom, setting her on the floor. “Pip, how can you afford this?”

“My parents left it to me when they moved back to Trottingham. So it's my place now. Look, you need a shower... will you be okay on your own?” She nodded at him, and he left, closing the door after giving her one last glance. Forty minutes later she stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the rail and drying off. She went to get dressed, but then decided she didn't want to put her clothes back on. Wrapping the towel around her, she went to ask Pip for some spare clothes when his voice drifted up the stairs. “Door opposite, I've put some stuff on the bed.”

She smiled at his thoughtfulness, hearing a muffled conversation from the floor below. Entering the room, she saw a pair of boxers, some shorts, and a t-shirt laid out for her. After dressing she went downstairs, and into the lounge where the voices were coming from, stopping dead. “Ah, Miss Scootaloo, how wonderful to see you again. Please, take a seat.” Nodding her head, she sat next to Pip and pressed close against his side, scared of the other pony. “Now then, I have been informed of certain circumstances surrounding you, and wish to help. All I ask is for a feather from your wing.”

She turned to look and Pip and he nodded back, so she plucked one from near the edge. He took it from her and passed it across to the other mare, who lifted it to her horn and scanned it with her magic. “Let us see... your mother is a few blocks over, and your father is... oh my.”

“What? Did you find him?”

“Oh yes... and I must take my leave.” The feather disappeared in a flash, and the other mare got to her feet. “This will make it's way to your true father, and I shall endeavour to have him here by the morning.” Pip got up and walked the mare to the door, where they shared a quick embrace, and then she spread her wings and took off into the night sky. He returned to the couch and sat next to Scootaloo, offering his side for her to rest against.

“Pip, did you...”

“Yes, I told her. Not everything, just the bits I thought she should know. I told you she'd help. There's a reason she's still my second favourite princess after all.”

“Really? Well then, who's your first now days? Cadence or Celestia?”

“None. I don't know if you saw it when I was with her, but I didn't really like Silver Spoon, I was just using her to improve my image. Shallow I know, but those two have done that enough themselves, so I thought I'd give them a taste of their own medicine. The truth is... I've had my eye on a mare for awhile, but never had the opportunity to be alone with her...”

“Oh, I see. So tonight was just you getting some action? I can't blame you real...” His hand had come up and covered her muzzle, and she turned to find him smiling at her once more.

“You didn't let me finish. I was going to say I never had the opportunity to be alone with her... before tonight.” He dropped his hand from her muzzle, seeing her mouth open and close, but no sound came out. “Yes Scootaloo, I mean you. You've knocked Luna from the top princess spot.” She pressed forward with her eyes closed, pulling him into a kiss. She pulled back and began to tease her hand down the waist of his pants.

“Thank you Pip... now it's my turn to say thank you.” She went to unzip them, but his other hand stopped her. “What's wrong?”

“You don't have to...”

“But it's the only thing I know I'm good at!”

“That's not true, you're pretty good on your scooter, and I've seen you three during gymnastics. You're pretty lithe, but then again you are a pegasus, and a pretty one at that.” He smiled as she turned away, cheeks now with a rosen hue. “Scootaloo, if you really want to thank me, and we don't have to do anything, then just stay with me tonight.” He stood and offered her his hand, which she took and joined him by his side as they walked up the stairs, tails entwined with one another.

Rarity sipped her tea whilst staring at the couple opposite her. Sweetie Belle was pressed into Spike's shoulder, eyes closed as she slept. Her normally curly mane was still slightly wet and trailed halfway down her back. Spike had finally let her out of the straight jacket and although she couldn’t see underneath the robe, Rarity knew what kind of items her young sister wore to bed.

Spike meanwhile, had changed into his night clothes that he kept over there, a clean pair of boxers, long legged shorts and a hoodie. He picked up his glass and took a grateful sip of cider, smiling to his old crush as she continued. “... so, then you let Applebloom free, and when you tried to free Sweetie Belle, she ran around the corner, correct?”

“Yeah, I found her waiting on her knees, and then she shut the door with her magic.”

“So you didn't... copulate in such a dirty environment? Please say you didn't!”

“No, not this time. Uh, she used... her mouth.”

“Her mouth... Oh, I see. Bet you enjoyed that.”

“I did until Twilight and Mac burst in.” Rarity started to giggle then, having to put her cup on the table in case she dropped it. “To make it worse, that's when I... you know.”

“Know what, Spikey Wikey? Tell me more!”

“Well... I climaxed.” She then burst out laughing, causing Sweetie Belle to stir. She still didn't wake, just squeezing her arms around Spike once more. “Twi then popped the door open with some towels for us, and Sweets would only let me wipe her face and mane. The reason she had my coat on was because she walked back like that.”

“She walked through town... in high heels... without her arms to assist with her balance?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I must find out her secret, I can barely make it to Sugarcube Corner without my arms to help in just three inch heels, and she had a whole extra inch.”

“Well, she does wear them quite often.”

“What do you mean, Spike?”

“You'll find out soon enough, but it's a surprise that we are working on.”

“I shall have to wait then.” Picking her cup back up, she downed the last of her herbal tea and set it on the table once more, placing her hands in her lap. “So... why was she still wearing the straight jacket?”

“I never asked, but the risk of her getting caught as we walked through town... she liked it.”

“Well, I think that you two have had enough excitement for one day. Off to bed with the both of you.” The dragon stood up, slipping one arm behind her back and the other under her thighs, holding her close to his chest and walking out of the room. “Oh, and Spike? You own me for carpet and mattress cleaning.”

“But... I didn't spill anywhere!”

“No, but you caused Sweetie Belle to, so it is your fault, therefore you pay for it.” Her giggles were a stark contrast to his mumbles as he carried his mare up the stairs.

Author's Notes:

TAKING ALL BETS!!! Who do you think her father is going to be?