After one of the best Equestria Games in several decades, it was time for those visiting the city of Manehatten to return to their own homes. Apple Bloom and Rumble took the offer of an airship back to Ponyville with their newborn foal, whilst Spike and Sweetie Belle opted to stay a few more days, until they had to return to Canterlot due to the fact they had jobs to get back to.

They hadn’t had much time together, for during their break the library had a shipment of books from Neighpon, which saw the drake working late, and Sweetie Belle was normally asleep by the time he arrived home. Today, however, was different, for Spike had closed the library early, informed Celestia that he’d see her later since she invited the couple to dinner, and left for the afternoon.

There was a reason for his rushing, as he had seen the box by the door on his way out that morning, still sealed and adorned simply by two crossed whips; it was the same as the sign hanging outside The Crop. Hurrying his way through the city streets, Spike soon arrived at his home, taking the moment to catch his breath and make sure he was there first. With no sign of his wife’s arrival, Spike walked up to the door and unlocked it, entering the building.

He instantly grabbed the box and took it into his study, where he opened the package and raised an eyebrow at the contents; a burgundy latex catsuit with two purple stripes down either side. “This isn’t new… Sweets has several catsuits already. Why would she get anoth…” Spike trailed off when he pulled it out, feeling two heavier parts inside. Finding the opening, he gently pulled it apart and looked down at the crotch, a grin coming to his face as he saw what was placed there. “Heh… she’ll love this.”

Opening his drawer, Spike pulled out two bottles, coating the inside of the catsuit with talcum powder, but wiping it away from the crotch area, then poured clear liquid from the other container there instead. Looking at the clock, he noticed he only had a few minutes, quickly rushing up to his room and grabbing something off of the wall above the headboard of his bed; a baby pink collar, whose deep blue twin remained in the bedroom as the dragon returned downstairs.

He made it just in time too, for as he went to head back into his study, the door opened and Sweetie Belle walked in, wearing a flowing yellow summer dress with matching high heeled sandals. “Good afternoon, darling. And what are you doing here so early?” she asked curiously, glancing around and noticing the lack of parcel from the lobby.

Instead of answering, Spike motioned for her to approach, and seeing no reason to object, she did so. Their lips met in a soft but passionate kiss, and it was then Sweetie Belle noticed his hands had remained behind his back instead of embracing her, but she reacted too late, the drake grabbing her by the waist and slapping the collar around her neck, buckling it up so that it would leave a mark in her fur, but not interfere with her breathing; just how she liked it..

“I have something for you to test,” Spike said, leaning down and nibbling on an exposed part of her neck, making the mare squirm. “Come, into my study.” Although she would have followed him willingly, Spike still put his finger through the d-ring on the collar and pulled her along. When they entered the room, he stood her in the middle and returned to his desk. “Strip.”

The word was harsh and lacking in love, but Sweetie Belle reveled in the tone of his voice, knowing that the soft side was still there and it would come out should things go too far, but for now he was her master, so she did as she was told. After taking her dress and underwear off and setting them on a nearby chair, she looked back to her husband to see him holding a latex catsuit with a large grin on his face. “Master?”

“You’ll see. Sandals, now.” Spike stood patiently as the unicorn slowly unbuckled them and slid them forwards, a slight giggle escaping her lips as she knew the action drove him wild; a quick glance at his crotch and she saw the tight bulge threatening to rip his pants open.

Kneeling down, Spike held the catsuit steady as Sweetie Belle stepped into it, using his shoulders as support, then began to roll it up her body. With the powder already in there it easily slipped up her legs, Spike licking his lips in anticipation as he reached her thighs, standing up so that the next part was easier.

Sweetie Belle’s eyes shot open and she gasped as she felt two hard shafts probing at her holes, but they soon found their marks and slipped in, pushing deeper as Spike pulled the suit up. The drake stepped behind her so he could help her into the upper half, which was much easier now that the legs were done, the zip being done up a moment later.

Every little twitch from the mare sent shivers down her spine, but she grew confused as Spike unbuckled her collar, only to notice the hood hanging in front of her. It wasn’t the first time she had a hood over her head, but as it came up, she noticed there was something different about it. She realised what it was pretty quickly, due the the fact there were no holes for her eyes, and that a large ball was on the inside, which forced its way into her mouth as Spike pulled the hood tight before lacing it up.

Once he was done, he used the excess from the laces to tie the zipper in place, covering the knot with her collar as he bucked it up once more. Reaching for her tail, which poked out of a hole in the suit, Spike gave it a tug and slapped her ass, making her jolt forward a little. This, of course, made the shafts deep inside of her to move around, leading to muffled moans filling the room.

Knowing safety was the most important thing, Spike stepped in front of Sweetie Belle and breathed a sigh of relief, the air holes for her nostrils in the perfect position. Reaching up, he gently pinched her nose, but the mare just stood there. Spike watched the clock, impressed that over two minutes went by before he felt Sweetie Belle tap at his arm, and he instantly removed his hand, the mare’s chest heaving as she drew in as much air as she could whilst giving a muffled groan; they had begun exploring breath play, but not that often.

Looking down his mare’s body, Spike could only appreciate the way the catsuit accentuated her natural shape, and that is when he noticed the two pumps hanging from below her crotch. Giving a chuckle, he took one in each hand, taking note of which one went where.

Ignoring the one in his right hand, Spike gave the one in his left hand a firm squeeze, Sweetie Belle tensing up as the plug began to expand. Remembering the point they stopped last time they used an inflatable plug, Spike mentally counted the increases he made, giving a low whistle as Sweetie Belle not only passed her previous limit, but took four more pumps before a grunt sounded from under her hood, her head shaking.

Spike, instead of adding more, let out a little air to take some of the pressure off, but not too much. then he dropped the pump. Squeezing his other hand, Spike kept going until he started to meet resistance, leaving it there. He pulled the ends of the pumps free, no air escaping the tubes, but the twin shafts now completely filling Sweetie Belle’s holes and they couldn’t be deflated without the pumps.

Spotting smaller tubes making bumps around the wrist portions, Spike attached a pump and gently squeezed, watching as the latex glove began to bloom into a ball shape. With a grin on his face the drake kept going, until both hands were rendered useless by the inflated gloves. He stepped away, watching as Sweetie Belle ineffectively pawed at her crotch, groans of frustration emitting from her as she failed to achieve her goal… whatever that was.

Even though the study was not their playroom, the couple stored some of their toys in every room around the house, just in case, like now, something happened at the spur of the moment. Which is why Spike reached into his desk, pulled some out, and walked over to his mare. With her hands rendered useless, he felt little need for padlocks, so simply used cuffs with buckles around her wrists and ankles.

He didn’t attach them to each other however, stepping closer and wrapping a leather belt around her waist, with a Y shaped strap dangling down behind her. Reaching between her legs, Spike made Sweetie moan as he pressed the toys deeper, pulling the strap through. Right in the seat of the Y he placed the head of a powerful vibrator, buckling it tightly in place. He then used a couple of double ended snap clips to attach her wrists to the belt, keeping her hands at the side of her waist, and another snap to bind her ankles, but allowing her some movement.

After attaching a long leash to the collar, Spike left Sweetie Belle to her torture and returned to his desk, looking to see what else the box held, giving a low whistle. “I wonder how this goes on,” he said as he lifted out part of a mask, this one allowing the mouth to be shown, but still gagging them, with a ring this time. “Oh, I see. A zip runs around it.”

Pulling on the leash, Spike guided Sweetie over to him, where he lowered her to her knees. Looking at the portion of the hood that covered her muzzle, Spike found the rather small zip and undid it, a loud gasp filling the room as the ball popped free. “M-Master, I like this one.”

“I know you do, now open wide.” When Sweetie complied, Spike slotted the ring behind her teeth and attached it to the rest of the hood, watching as his mare’s tongue ran around the inside of it. After taking a couple of moments to clear his desk, Spike lifted Sweetie Belle up and lay her down on her front, standing in front of her. “You’ve been very good, I think it’s time for a reward.”

With one hand he took hold of Sweetie’s latex-encased horn and tilted her head back as far as it could go, the other working to loosen his pants. Once his member was free, Spike stepped a little closer, placing his tip just inside the ring. As soon as Sweetie felt the insertion, she pushed her head forward and took his entire length in her mouth, sliding her tongue along the underside.

After slowly drawing his hips back, Spike thrust forwards hard and fast, using Sweetie’s horn to pull her head towards him. There were wet slurping sounds along with gagging from the mare as he roughly fucked her mouth, along with moans of pleasure from the forced stimulation, her legs and arms straining against their bonds.

Given the fact there hadn’t been much time for intimacy between them, it was no surprise when Spike placed both of his hands around the back of Sweetie’s head and pulled her torwards him as he pushed as deep as he could go. Warm sticky liquid exploded into Sweetie’s mouth, strong pulses of thick ropey cum hitting the back of her throat, followed by her powerful muscles there sucking it all down and milking her husband for all they could.

After an intense orgasm that left his cock twitching, Spike pulled out and slumped to his chair, breathing heavily. With a shaky hand he reached up and unzipped the gag from the hood, Sweetie licking the last of her husband’s seed from her lips as soon as it was removed.. Thier lips met in several passionate but soft kisses, tongues playfully wrestling with each other. When he pulled away, Spike looked at the clock and sighed. “I forgot to say, Tia invited us to dinner tonight. We have a few hours yet though.”

“That’s okay, darling, you start getting ready.” Spike gave Sweetie one more gentle kiss, then stood up and began to walk away, but his wife’s voice, sultrily laden, bid him pause. “Oh Spike? Do me a favour would you? Restrain me a bit better and put the ballgag back in.”

The drake gave a deep chuckle, returning to his mare and helping her from the table, unbuckling her ankle cuffs and belt, using the double ended snap lock to bind her hands behind her back. He then slipped the ballgag back in and zipped it up, throwing the mare over his shoulder, muffled giggles filling his ear as he went upstairs.

With her vision restricted, Sweetie didn’t know where she was being taken until she was gently set down on a bed, the familiar feeling of her super-soft mattress all around her. As to her request, she found her arms were soon bound tightly in an armbinder, and her legs were folded upon each other and secured with a couple of straps. The vibrations, which she hadn’t noticed had been shut off, returned thricefold, making her squirm and moan as they traveled through the shafts deep inside of her.

The result was one latex-encased, shaft and gag-filled bound unicorn mare rolling around on her bed as the forced pleasure pushed her to the edge over and over whilst her husband was busy having a shower.

Giving a sigh, a tired elderly mare closed the file before her, another couple who had changed their minds, a small smile coming to her face as the ringing of the front doorbell gave her a well timed distraction. Groaning as she stood up, the mare made her way out from her office and down the halls, taking her time to peek into each room that housed her wards, some reading, most playing.

Each and every one were accounted for, so she walked down to the ground floor and opened the door. Her eyes went wide as the mare and stallion whose details were held within one of the files she had been looking over across the afternoon were stood in front of her, with four younger ponies behind them.

“Hello again, please come in.” She stepped back from the door and allowed them entry, then closed it after all six had entered, looking at the two elder ponies. “So, just to clarify, is it Mr and Mrs Apple or Mr and Mrs Lulamoon?”

Turning around with a giggle, Trixie handed the mare a single sheet of paper, then took Braeburn’s hand and gave it a squeeze. With a nod of her head the mare gave the sheet back and motioned them to follow, leading the six ponies into a side room.

“Would any of you care for refreshments?”

“Some tea, please.” Trixie and Braeburn took the two chairs on one side of the desk, whilst Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, Snips, and Snails took to the couches at the side of the room, and the mare followed them in a few moments later, moving behind the desk and locking eyes with Trixie. “So, is everything sorted?”

“Yes, but there’s one thing I would like to be sure of, for my own personal assurances. These foals have been in my care for a few years after all. Being a magician, you’ll travel around the country a bit, I presume. Would the foals travel with you?”

“Actually, I have a nearly permanent slot in Canterlot. I just do extra gigs in big cities during the off season, mostly for fun.” Whilst Trixie was speaking, the mare gathered several sheets of paper together and began to fill them in. The door opened and one of the orphanage staff walked in, carrying a tray of drinks, with two foals peering around the door frame; one colt and one filly. Trixie smiled over at them, causing the pair to hide from her sight. “They seem a little skittish compared to last time we were here.”

“You’re the only ones who have shown an interest in these two. You know why they’ve been passed up, he’s mute and she’s deaf. Shadow Mist, come in here please, and bring Cloud Shade.” The two foals slowly entered, looking around nervously as they walked over to the desk, stepping around it to stand next to the mare.

The stallion that had just entered moved around the room, passing cups around to the gathered ponies. To the continued fascination of Trixie’s four assistants, the mare began to gesticulate, the foals’ ears twitching as they watched with interest.

Once she was finished, they turned and faced one another, wings flapping slowly. A small smile of amusement came to Trixie as the foals’ wings became blurs of motion, their own private language she and Braeburn had observed the first time they met them, and it didn’t take long for them to finish.

The filly turned back to the mare as the colt walked over to the waiting attendant and gave a tug on his hand, pulling him from the room. Trixie drank her tea and watched as the filly signed to the mare, trying to catch what was being ‘said’; Trixie had been learning, but she still had a long way to go to understand sign language like her husband did. A glance at him revealed a poker face that even Discord would be proud of.

The room was silent as the filly and mare ‘talked’ to each other for a few moments, but then the door was opened once more, and Trixie felt tears building in her eyes; the colt and stallion had returned, two very hastily packed bags awaiting in the doorway. The colt walked in front of Trixie and stared up at her, then moved his hands in a few slow gestures. She caught a few words, but not enough to understand, and she looked towards Braeburn, who was watching with a grin.

“‘e said they’re ready to go now.”

Trixie found herself breathless, a dream she never thought she would make reality coming true. There was a sudden blur as Trixie shot forward and wrapped her arms around the colt, pulling him tightly against her chest.

The filly walked around in front of Braeburn, staring up at him with arms outstretched, the stallion giving her the embrace she asked for. The mare sitting opposite smiled and nodded to the stallion waiting by the bags, who left the room.

“I hate to break up the moment, but there is one more thing I need from the both of you.” She slid one sheet of paper across the desk along with a pen, Braeburn signing it, then prying one of Trixie’s arms free from the colt so she could sign it too. Once she did, the mare took it back and gave it a read over. “Well, you are now the legal parents of Shadow Mist and Cloud Shade.”

Giving a happy smile, Trixie stood from her seat, giving a gasp when Shadow and Cloud took a hand each, ready to go with her. Braeburn collected the luggage, and the small group made their way from the orphanage towards the city.

The mare and stallion watched them go, then closed the door and checked in on the other foals.

“Do you think there’s somepony out there for the others?”

The mare smiled as she watched the ten remaining ponies playing in a large group. “There’s always somepony out there. It’s just a matter of time before they come.”

With the summer sun beating down over Ponyville, it was no surprise for one heading to the local swimming pool would have found it overcrowded by foals, which is why two mares had instead decided to use one of the outlying natural pools, just upstream from a cottage on the outskirts of town.

Pinkie Pie was jumping into the deep area of the pool from off a moderately high rock, swimming to the shore, getting out and then going again. In stark contrast to the bubbly mare, Fluttershy simply lay on her back in the shallows, her eyes closed as she hummed happily. One of her hands was brushing at the silver necklace she was wearing, its twin adorning the other mare present; whilst Boreal Spear had presented Rainbow Dash with a more modern wedding ring, Arctic Halberd had opted to keep with Pegasopolian traditions.

Thoughts of her husband to be were torn from Fluttershy’s mind as she felt hands grip around her ankles a moment before she was pulled into the water, the pegasus barely having time to let out a surprised squeak. When she did surface again, she found the top half of the bikini she was wearing to be loose, and upon looking down found it had instead been removed.

“Gonna have to catch me if you want it back!” came Pinkie’s voice, Fluttershy turning to find her marefriend had already crossed to the other side of the pool. As fortune would have it, Fluttershy was actually a better swimmer, taking a deep breath and then ducking under the water, heading for her target.

Through the crystal clear surface, Pinkie could see Fluttershy’s every move, but she didn’t try to get away, mesmerized by the pegasus’ graceful swimming. It wasn’t until Fluttershy broke the surface with a shower of water did Pinkie react, but it wasn’t in time to stop Fluttershy wrapping her arms around her. Thier lips met in a passionate kiss, during which time Fluttershy’s graceful fingers danced across Pinkie’s body.

When they broke apart, she gave Pinkie a demure smile, then pushed herself backwards, holding up her arms; in one hand was Pinkie’s bikini top, and in the other was her bottoms. An uncharacteristic blush came to Pinkie, who was about to give chase when the sound of a voice being cleared from the shore drew their attention.

Upon looking over, they saw Halberd and Zocha, with a bound and hooded stallion sat in front of them. “It is time,” he said, pushing the stallion over as his two mares not only returned each other’s clothing but also wrapped towels around themselves. As they got out of the water, Halberd removed the stallion’s hood, revealing the surviving assassin from Manehattan. Halberd then released him from his bonds, including the collar with spikes on the inside. “Do not try anything, or I will snap your neck like a twig.”

The stallion just gave a small nod, turning as Fluttershy approached him. He was shocked when she knelt down, using a cold wet cloth to bathe his wounds, and a glance behind him showed his captor had backed off a little.

“You know,” Fluttershy began, not looking into his eyes. “This town is where Scootaloo is from. Could you imagine what would happen to you if they found out you were nearby?” She let the idea sink in, a small smirk coming to her face as she saw the small signs of fear show. “There’s a path, that leads around town and right to the train station. We’d give you the bits for a journey anywhere in Equestria. All we need,” Fluttershy paused to look him in the eye, seeing nothing but exhaustion and pain, and she did her best to ignore it. “Is a name.”

The stallion swallowed, then tried to speak, but he just began coughing violently instead. Fluttershy waited for him to stop, then offered him a drink, making sure he sipped it down. Once he was done, he took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “I... I don’t know the name,” he said, Fluttershy giving a disappointed sigh. “But I do know this; she was a powerful politician until Scootaloo came along.”

Fluttershy looked towards Halberd, who just gave a nod and turned to speak to Zocha. Finishing her work, Fluttershy reached for a bag which had been left by Halberd and pulled out some clothes, handing them to the stallion. “Can you walk?” she asked as he dressed, getting a shrug in return. “In that bag is six hundred bits. If a day comes where we cross paths again, it will be your last, Understood?”

“Yeah... Yeah, I understand.” Fluttershy helped him stand, then pointed towards a path that led into the trees. After giving a glance around to make sure he wasn’t going to be caught again, he started limping his way over, ignoring the pain of two legs whose broken bones had been improperly set.

As he left, the only stallion present moved closer to the pegasus mare, standing just behind her. "Fluttershy, that path is the wrong way," Halberd said quietly, watching the stallion slowly walk into the trees. “And we can’t let him leave...”

"Oh, I know. It's a problem we'll have to deal with la..." The mare was interrupted by a growl followed by a scream, then silence. Fluttershy gave a giggle, turning back to the pool. "Problem solved."

"Remind me not to make you angry."

“Oh, Halberd,” Fluttershy said, getting her stallion’s full attention as she stripped back down to her bikini. “Be a dear and fetch our bits back will you?” Halberd shook his head, but still started his trek towards the forest, a grim smirk playing at his face. I’d have rather done it myself... but at least we have the one responsible...

Author's Notes:

For this last scene, Ominous Brony can take the blame.

I asked him if there should be some HalShyPie clop, he said no, and this was born.