“I’m home,” Rainbow Dash called as she pushed open the door to Carousel Boutique and tromped inside, collapsing on Rarity’s chaise lounge with a sigh.

“Welcome back, Dashie Dearest,” Rarity’s voice called back from the kitchen. “I was just making some tea, would you like any?”

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “You know I don’t drink tea,” she called back.

“One of these days I’ll get you to try it, and you’ll see it’s not so bad.”

“Yeah, sure,” Rainbow muttered as she rolled onto her side and pulled a pillow over her face.

“How was horseshoes with Applejack?” Rarity asked as she entered the room, floating her teapot onto the nearby coffee table and sitting in her recliner.

“Fine,” Rainbow said from beneath the pillow.

Rainbow took a deep breath as she waited for Rarity to scold her for misusing her pillow, but to her surprise she heard nothing. Instead, she felt Rarity’s hoof gently stroking a small circle at the base of her wings. “I missed you, Rainbow,” she said softly.

Rainbow moved the pillow off her head to look back at Rarity, who gave her a coy smirk and fluttered her eyelashes. “I missed you too,” Rainbow said back.

Rarity pressed her lips against Rainbow’s, and for a moment she was lost in the pleasant softness.

“Why don’t I go start us a bubblebath?” Rarity whispered.

Rainbow exhaled hard and pulled the pillow back over her head. “That’s okay, I’m good.”

“Come now, it’ll be nice. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll even give you a wing massage,” Rarity said, dragging her hooves along the bone of Rainbow’s right primary.

Rainbow twitched her wing. She could already predict the whole evening ahead of her. They’d get in the bath, Rarity would be all coy for a bit, then she’d gently stroke her wings and pepper her with tiny kisses, and by the fifth minute she’d be half way asleep.

Boring. Nice, but boring.

“I have a headache,” Rainbow mumbled and forced her body further into the cushions of the chaise lounge.

Rarity’s hoof pulled back and she waited in silence for her to say something.

“Oh… Okay,” Rarity finally said.

Rainbow listened as Rarity’s hoofsteps retreated back to her recliner and bit her lip. Her stomach churned unpleasantly.

“I’m sorry, Rares. It’s just been a long day. Rain check, alright?”

Rarity nodded. “Sure,” she said as she sipped her tea.

“Thanks for understanding,” Rainbow said as she got off the chaise lounge and kissed Rarity on the cheek. “I’m just gonna go hit the hay.”

Rarity smiled gently. “Okay. Good night, darling.”

Pinkie Pie giggled as she moved her rook past Go for the third time in the turn. “... And that means I get to put hotels on Candy Cane Forest! King me!”

Applejack closed her eyes and exhaled. “This is why yer supposed to go to jail when you roll doubles three times in a row, to prevent shenanigans like these.”

Pinkie Pie blew a raspberry in response. “Jail’s no fun.”

Applejack surveyed the assorted game boards and looked back to her scratch pad. Hotels on Candy Cane Forest would mean she could move her Queen to the other side of the checkers board, which in turn meant she’d get to assemble the last piece of the Mouse Trap. If she triggered the Mouse Trap and it didn’t outright fail, she’d get to drop another coin in the Connect Four board, and…

The writing on the wall was clear as day. Pinkie Pie had won this round of Monopocheckesslandtrapfour.

“Well, looks like you won,” Applejack said, tipping her hat. “Well played, sugar.”

“You’re giving up?” Pinkie asked, pouting out her lower lip.

“Uh… Yeah?” Applejack said.

“... Okay! What do you want to do next?” Pinkie asked, her bright smile already back.

Applejack tapped her hoof to her chin. “Actually, I can think of a few things…”

“Yeah?” Pinkie chirped, hopping up onto her hooves.

Applejack felt her heart flutter as a heat rose in her cheeks. Just follow yer own advice, Sugarcube…

“Uh… Earlier, you said somethin’ about–”

“Inventing a language?” Pinkie interrupted her.

“... No,” Applejack shook her head. “Not that. See, sometimes you say things, and I’m not entirely sure how to take them. And, I really love you–”

“Aww, I love you too, AJ!” Pinkie interrupted again, this time launching herself across the gameboards to tackle Applejack to the ground.

Applejack giggled as Pinkie loomed over her. “I know ya do. But like I was sayin’, uh, earlier, you–”

Applejack suddenly felt Pinkie’s lips upon hers, eliciting a surprised squeak. When Pinkie released the kiss, Applejack chuckled nervously. “You’re not gonna let me finish, are ya?”

Pinkie giggled, then gave Applejack a half-lidded stare. “Sorry, you’re really cute when you’re underneath me.”

“See!” Applejack pointed an accusatory hoof at Pinkie. “Stuff like that! You say stuff, and I don’t know what it means. Earlier, you said you wanted to tie me to the bed!”

Pinkie cocked her head. “What? I was just teasing.”

Applejack exhaled and rubbed her neck. “So… that’s all it is? Just… teasing?”

Pinkie Pie reared back onto her haunches and narrowed her gaze. “Do you… want me to tie you to the bed?”

Applejack could feel her cheeks burning as her stomach did a cartwheel. “... Maybe?”

Pinkie giggled. “I can do that! Give me your hooves.”

Applejack pushed herself up onto her elbows and raised an eyebrow. “So… you don’t think that’s weird?”

“Maybe a little,” Pinkie said with a shrug, “but if you’d like it, then I’d be happy to do it for you.”

Applejack felt the corners of her mouth turn up slowly. “Oh. Okay. Uh, cool.”

“So? Come over here,” Pinkie said as she walked toward the bed.

Applejack chewed her cheek as she got to her hooves. “But, see, uh, I don’t wanna just let you tie me up.”

Pinkie stopped and turned back to face her. “What do you mean?”

Applejack pawed at the floorboards. “I want you to force me to let you tie me up.”

Pinkie pursed her lips. “So... you don’t want me to tie you up?”

“No, I do,” Applejack said, her cheeks feeling like the surface of Celestia’s sun. “... But I wanna pretend like I don’t… Get it?”

Pinkie Pie tapped a hoof to her chin for a few moments before shaking her head. “Noper-doper!”

Applejack sighed. Perhaps she needed a new tactic. “Think of it like a game. Your goal is to tie me up, and my goal is not to let you.”

Pinkie giggled. “Alright… and then what?”

Applejack pulled her hat down in front of her eyes. Her breathing was starting to become ragged just thinking about it. “... And then you have your way with me, no matter what I say to the contrary.”

“What do you mean? You’re gonna tell me to stop?”

Applejack felt a shiver pass through her entire body as she thought about Pinkie looming over her, her limbs restrained, all means of defense stripped away…

“Yeah,” she squeaked. “I’m gonna beg you to let me go, but don’t. I don’t actually mean it.”

Pinkie sat down on the bed and looked at the floor. “I guess that makes sense… But I don’t want to hurt you.”

Applejack shook her head. “You won’t.”

“But… what if you get scared, or actually do want me to stop?”

Applejack tapped a hoof to her chin. “Uh… I guess we should have a safe word?”

Pinkie brightened up instantly. “Ooh! Ooh! Can I pick the safeword?”

Applejack chuckled. “Sure, Pinkie, make it whatever you want.”

“Picklebarrel!” Pinkie cheered, bouncing up and down on the bed, before suddenly taking on a dire countenance. “Oh, but wait! What if you accidentally say Picklebarrel when you don’t mean to?”

“... I don’t think that’s gonna happen, sugar,” Applejack said.

“Are you sure?” Pinkie asked hurriedly, jumping off the bed to cradle Applejack’s face in her hooves. “Because sometimes I just say ‘Picklebarrel’ for no reason at all, just because it’s so fun to say!”

Applejack took Pinkie’s hooves in her own and gazed into her sapphire eyes. “If I accidentally say Picklebarrel when I don’t mean to, then it’s on me. Alright?”

“Alright,” Pinkie agreed with a soft, fond smile.

Applejack smiled and leaned forward for a quick kiss. “You’re sure you’re alright with doin’ this?”

Pinkie kissed back, and Applejack felt her tongue flick across her lips. She opened her mouth instinctively, and immediately felt Pinkie push deeper, tickling the top of her mouth. Applejack giggled at the sensation, then suddenly felt her body slamming into the bed as Pinkie threw all her weight on top of her. She opened her eyes to see Pinkie pull a large pink ribbon out of her hair.

“Pinkie?” Applejack giggled.

“Shhhh,” Pinkie cooed as she ran her hoof along Applejack’s foreleg, “just let it happen.”

Applejack blinked. “... Oh! Is this it? Are we starting now?”

Pinkie winked and Applejack felt the ribbon wrapping around her front hooves. She jerked them down to her sides in response and shifted her weight in an attempt to wriggle free, but Pinkie planted her hooves on either side of her head and pressed her weight down on her. Applejack sucked in air as Pinkie’s hipbones ground into her own, the pressure sending faint, pleasant tingles throughout her legs and torso.

Pinkie took advantage of her momentary distraction to grab her right foreleg and pull it up over her head, looping the ribbon around her hoof and pulling it taught. Applejack squeaked as the plastic dug into her fur, the dull pain reminding her that she was supposed to be fighting this. She tried to lift her hoof, but Pinkie had superior leverage, pinning it to the bed.

“I love it when you squirm,” Pinkie cooed, nibbling gently at her ear.

Applejack giggled between grunts as she tried to lift her hoof. It was really happening. It was really, actually happening. “Happy to oblige,” she breathed out as she shifted her weight again, finally succeeding in pushing Pinkie off of her.

“Oof!” Pinkie fell off the bed with a thud. Applejack made to roll off the other side of her bed, but was stopped as Pinkie pulled the ribbon around her hoof taut. “Get back here,” Pinkie growled.

Applejack tried to pull her hoof away as hard as she could, but Pinkie had already threaded the ribbon through the gaps in the headboard, tying it off in a perfect bow. She wouldn’t be able to run without untying the ribbon… If she could find a way to untie it with only one hoof free.

Pinkie hopped back onto the bed and loomed over her, curly tail swishing as she reared back to pounce. Applejack swallowed hard. “Don’t,” she forced herself to object, though it was hardly convincing when they both knew she wanted it so badly.

Pinkie smirked. “Giving up already?”

Applejack shook her head. “N-No, never.” She reached her free hoof towards the ribbon, but the moment she did Pinkie snagged it in another length of ribbon she’d materialized out of nowhere. “Hey!” She protested.

“We’re only just getting started, you can’t leave already!” Pinkie taunted her, tying off the new length of ribbon on the other side of the headboard.

Applejack looked back and forth between her forehooves and Pinkie and chuckled nervously. She tried tugging on each hoof, but all she could accomplish was to restrict the blood flow to her hooves further as the ribbons dug into her skin.

“Don’t you go anywhere,” Pinkie said with a giggle before disappearing into her closet. Applejack could feel sweat beading on her forehead as she listened to her marefriend humming a cheerful tune as various odds and ends came flying out of the closet onto the bedroom floor.

If she wasn’t going to give up – and she wasn’t – her best chance at this point would be to chew through the ribbon. She craned her neck to her right, and then her left, trying to see if either was easier to reach. Both seemed equally impossible, as her teeth fell several inches short, but she had to try.

“Now, where did I put it?” Pinkie sing-songed from the closet as Applejack strained her neck muscles. Just an inch more and she could reach…

“Here it is!” Pinkie cheered, and all the rooting around stopped.

Applejack felt the ribbon between her teeth and chewed for all she was worth.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Pinkie’s voice scolded from behind her. Applejack dared not turn to look; Another second and her hoof would be free.

“Ah!” Applejack gasped as she felt Pinkie’s tongue trace her cutiemark, losing her grip on the ribbon and looking down to her assailant. Pinkie shook her head with a frown, clicking her tongue as she climbed back onto the bed.

Of all the things Applejack could have expected Pinkie to come out of the closet with, this was certainly not one of them; She’d put on a black lace-up corset and matching thong. Applejack felt her eyes widening as she took in the bizarre sight.

“Have you always owned that?” Applejack wheezed.

“Eh, I bought it for a joke I played on Rainbow once,” Pinkie admitted with a giggle, “but it seemed relevant now.” Pinkie narrowed her gaze. “However! No biting your bindings! That’s very naughty.”

“What are ya gonna do?” Applejack sneered. “Put me in time out?”

Pinkie gave her a half-lidded gaze as she crept over her, smirking all the while. “No, I’ve got a much more fitting punishment in mind for you.”

Applejack chuckled. “Do your worst.”

Pinkie lowered her face – slowly – down to Applejack’s ear and whispered, “I intend to.”

Applejack’s whole body shivered in anticipation as she felt Pinkie licking along her jawline, electric tingles firing through her mind with every stroke of her tongue. She tried to roll to the side, but Pinkie lowered her weight onto her at just the right moment to stop her momentum. Applejack felt Pinkie’s pelvis rocking against hers, their marehoods separated only by the thin black thong, rapidly dampening. Pinkie brought her hooves up to either side of Applejack’s face and corralled her mouth into a deep kiss, her tongue exploring every nook and crevice of the bound mare’s mouth.

Applejack took rapid breaths through her nose as her eyes rolled back in their sockets. She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape; It was just like she’d hoped it would be. She couldn’t help but rock her hips in time with Pinkie’s, each brush of contact sending jolts of lightning up through her spine as Pinkie’s tongue probed deeper into her mouth. She was totally helpless, out of breath, rocking into each movement, escape barely a thought in her mind, and this was Pinkie Pie, the love of her life, making her feel this good, and–

Uh oh.

“Pinkie,” Applejack gasped as best as she could with Pinkie’s tongue halfway into her mouth, “I’m gonna–”

“No talking,” Pinkie scolded, running her hooves along her barrel in tantalizing arcs.

Applejack moaned as Pinkie’s thong stroked across her folds, the fabric having completely soaked through. “Pinkie, I’m gonna–”

Pinkie interrupted her by pulling her tongue into her own mouth and sucking, and Applejack spasmed at the new sensation.

“Nnnnngggg–Pinkieeeeeeeee!” Applejack cried as she bucked her hips furiously, Pinkie providing all the necessary resistance. Waves of pure energy fired through her body, her mind clouding over as she lost herself in Pinkie’s embrace. Time slowed to a crawl with each sputtering jolt, fresh daggers shooting into her mind as her convulsions slowly subsided.

Gradually, almost painfully, Applejack opened her eyes and saw Pinkie staring down at her, lips shut tight as her eyes twinkled brightly.

“AJ… did you just… did you just come?”

Applejack’s eyes shot open as her cheeks burned. She tried to reach up to pull her hat down over her face, only to be reminded that her legs were still tied to the headboard.

This was the most embarrassing moment of her entire life.

“... Maybe?” Applejack said, trying to shrink down to as small a size as she could.

Pinkie giggled. Applejack panted.

“Wow. And here I thought Rainbow Dash was the fastest mare in Equestria,” Pinkie chided her, smiling brightly as she laid down next to Applejack and wrapped her hooves around her neck.

Applejack kept panting. “I’m sorry, Pinks,” she gasped. “I… Uh… I’m sorry.”

Pinkie giggled again as she squeezed Applejack’s neck and kissed her on the cheek. “Why? That was totally, super-duper fun!”

Applejack blinked. “Uh… Really?”

Pinkie nodded, smiling brightly. “Yeah! I mean, I knew I was sexy, but I didn't realize I was that sexy.”

Applejack flicked her ears as she stared into Pinkie’s eyes. “... Yeah. You are.”

Pinkie giggled and gave Applejack another kiss.

Applejack smiled through her panting. “You are the best marefriend ever,” she finally said.

“I know,” Pinkie said with a wink, “... but so are you."

Applejack felt the ribbons around her hooves come loose and immediately brought them down to cradle Pinkie’s face, enjoying the soft warmth of her afterglow for all it was worth.

"So, ready for round two?" Pinkie waggled her eyebrows.

"What!?" Applejack squeaked.

Pinkie giggled as her stomach rumbled, and Applejack couldn’t resist joining in her laughter. Pinkie traced some lazy circles around Applejack’s chest. “My stomach says it’s hungry.”

Applejack nodded. “Snack break?”

Pinkie stood up from the bed and slid out of her corset and thong, placing them gently in the pile of clothes spilling out of her closet. “Wanna go see what we can rustle up downstairs?”

Applejack followed her to the door. “Darn tootin’.”

As the two ponies crept down the dark hallway toward the staircase, Applejack wrapped her tail around Pinkie’s and sighed. Her mane was a mess, her fur was matted with sweat, and her legs ached from exertion, but she didn’t care.

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