Chapter 5: Deep into My Marehood

Fluttershy had only had the book for a day, but she was already halfway done with it, even with the chores and animals to which she had to attend. She had lost sleep over the chapter discussing role play, and had been enthralled, in particular, at the part of the submissive pony. Heavy bondage, she soon discovered, was not her cup of tea, as she felt uncomfortable at the thought of being gagged, but that image of her being tied up still lingered. And surrendering herself to a dominant stallion proved an intriguing thought, while even a small bit of pain and punishment excited her for reasons she could not ascertain.

Most of all, though, a desire to experiment rose within her when she read about specific forms of discipline. Fluttershy lamented the lack of stallions who she thought were attracted to her, let alone the overwhelming fear of admitting to any of them her private fantasies. Fluttershy, normally uncomfortable in even the most mundane social situations, felt paralyzed at the mere thought of talking to some stallion about all of this.

Out of nowhere, Pinkie Pie’s unusual invitation to her apartment replayed itself in her head. There would be no need for an awkward reveal, Pinkie Pie had said herself that a little pain made things more exciting, and there had been the willingness to kiss Rainbow Dash’s…

Fluttershy, what are you thinking? she scolded herself. You don’t even like mares…

But as she thought about it more, she realized that attraction and romance had nothing to do with what she wanted. She wanted the punishment, the pain associated with being a bad pony, and she wanted the thrill of utter powerlessness, no matter which pony dominated her. Still, it seemed a crazy prospect to even consider asking Pinkie Pie for…sexual favors.

Fluttershy shook this out of her head and returned to her book. She came upon a section concerning the submissive pony being blindfolded, and Fluttershy was instantly reminded of Pin the Tail on the Pony, one of Pinkie Pie’s favorite party games. She imagined that Pinkie Pie would pin Fluttershy with something quite different…

Fluttershy groaned, trying once again to force the illicit thought out of her mind. However, she couldn’t help imagining Pinkie Pie looming over her, ready to ravish Fluttershy in any way she chose, while Fluttershy laid on a bed blindfolded with no clue what to expect from the unpredictable pony. Fluttershy flushed with embarrassment at the mere thought.

She wasn’t attracted to mares, she told herself, and it was true. What attracted her to Pinkie Pie was her erratic behavior. Anything could happen with Pinkie Pie involved, and Fluttershy’s powerlessness to predict her actions intensified in her the sexuality of her submissive position.

Oh, but what a strange thing to ask. How would I even go about it? Wait, Fluttershy, are you seriously considering this. Snap out of it! Fluttershy groaned again and buried her head in the pillow, blushing and utterly ashamed of her own thoughts. She wondered if anypony could help her control her urges. As she lay in her bed she must have drifted off, because suddenly she was in a dream, and Pinkie Pie had a whip and a wild look in her eye. Crack went the whip as it lashed at Fluttershy’s back, and with the sharp pain came a spike of arousal. The whip cracked a few more times, but then Pinkie Pie’s demeanor calmed and she started gently kissing the wounds. Although the touch of her lips stung the welts, Fluttershy lost herself in the excitement of Pinkie Pie’s touch.

Fluttershy woke up in a cold sweat, in disbelief of the images her mind had conjured for her. She saw the book lying on the foot of her bed and angrily shoved it away from her before sighing.

What am I going to do…?

***

Rainbow Dash was also lying awake in her cloudy bed, grappling with her most recent interaction with Applejack. Watching the sunset...it was just so romantic. And Applejack did seem to have their discussion in Twilight’s bathroom in her mind, as if it dominated her thoughts. And by Celestia if that massage hadn’t been intentionally sensual…

But what bothered Rainbow Dash was how traditional Applejack’s family was. She could have sworn she heard Grannie Smith mutter the word “dyke” once at a dinner, slipping from the archaic tongue out of old habit. If Applejack’s family felt that way about gay ponies, then it was pretty unlikely that Applejack leaned that way.

Have you ever done somethin’ yer family wasn’t too proud of?

It hit Rainbow Dash like a ton of bricks. Why would Applejack ask that if she wasn’t considering something that went against her family’s values? What if that very thing she was considering was her own sexuality, and the trouble would come from the family’s poor reaction to it? Realization thundered in Rainbow Dash’s heart, as she was absolutely convinced that Applejack was a filly fooler.

And if AJ is attracted to mares, there might be a chance that…

The prospect was too much to pass up. Heart aflutter, Rainbow Dash rocketed out of her bedroom window and down towards Sweet Apple Acres before suddenly stopping short. It was late, and besides, what if she was wrong about Applejack? How was she going to ask her if she was a filly fooler? How awkward would it be if she said no?

She then remembered that massage, and the potential for more intimate moments like that consumed Rainbow Dash’s doubts and drove her towards the farm. She slowed down as she approached the farmhouse and floated softly to Applejack’s bedroom window. She carefully tapped on the glass, knowing all too well that Applebloom’s room was but ten feet away. Rainbow Dash peered through the window and saw Applejack, who was wearing her mane down, stir awake groggily. Applejack looked out the window and nearly jumped out of her bed. Looking around to make sure no one had heard her, she trotted to the window and opened it angrily. Rainbow Dash was not pleased with Applejack’s manner of approaching her.

“Do you realize what time of night this is?” Applejack asked haughtily.

“I’m sorry, AJ, but it’s urgent,” Rainbow Dash pleaded.

“What is so important that it couldn’t wait till mornin’?” Applejack asked, calming down from her surprise and anger when she saw the look of excitement on Rainbow Dash’s face.

“It’s just…can I come in?”

“Good lord, RD, you are somethin’…but fine,” Applejack said, stepping back so Rainbow Dash could swoop in. Applejack shut the window and looked once more to make sure her family was still asleep.

“Now what is it?” Applejack asked.

“Well, I was thinking about what you said about that issue you were dealing with and how your family might not understand and I was just wondering…are you a filly fooler?”

“What?” Applejack asked, unsure if she heard Rainbow Dash correctly.

“Filly fooler,” Rainbow Dash emphasized, “You know, lesbian, mare lover, cherry snacker―”

“Ah heard ya the first time, RD, and ah hardly reckon it’s any of yer business.” Applejack tried to maintain a steely disposition, but inside her heart was pounding. Rainbow Dash was put off by Applejack’s bullish response, but a quiet part of her brain realized in triumph that it was a non-denial denial.

“What if I told you that I was?” Rainbow Dash asked, throwing all caution to the winds. Applejack was really put off guard now; she could barely answer without stammering.

“You’re a w-w-what?” Applejack asked.

“A filly fooler, of course,” Rainbow Dash said, feeling uncomfortable about stating it so plainly but firm in her resolve all the same.

“Well that might be a bit different,” Applejack said, which made Rainbow Dash’s excitement spike. “Ah suppose ah’d have to admit to it mahself.”

“Seriously?” Rainbow Dash asked, almost forgetting to contain her voice.

“Well, ah ain’t proud of it, but ah reckon the cat’s out of the bag now,” Applejack said. “Is this what you were so worked up about?”

“Well, duh,” Rainbow Dash said. “After all I had no idea you felt that way and it was really bothering me that I didn’t know what was bothering you and―” Rainbow Dash’s speech had been cut short by Applejack’s own mouth, which had suddenly been planted onto hers. Surprised but elated, Rainbow Dash returned the kiss passionately, even daring to stick out her tongue. Applejack took it with relish, feeling it massage the inside of her mouth, tasting the pegasus’ sweet saliva. When the kiss finally broke, the two of them looked at each other with new understanding.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? Ah’m awful tired and confused. Ah mean, ah’m grateful and all, but this is a lot to take in.”

“Oh, of course,” Rainbow Dash said, relieved that they didn’t have to face the daunting conversation of how their relationship would progress until morning at least. “Goodnight, AJ.”

“Goodnight, RD.” Rainbow Dash opened the window and flew out. Applejack watched her fly away until she was indistinguishable from the stars before closing the window and returning to bed, her head buzzing with excitement and fear. It turns out that these emotions kept her from sleeping well. She tossed and turned thinking about Rainbow Dash, scolding herself for not resting for what would be a very important conversation.

Why did ah just flat up kiss Rainbow Dash? Am ah nuts? What if she doesn’t want to be in a relationship? Applejack almost teared up at the possibility.

Oh, Applejack, stop bein’ such a silly filly! You’ll work this out with RD tomorrow. It’s time to get some shut-eye! But it was in vain. As the sun rose in the morning, Applejack felt groggy, her eyelids heavy. She groaned and dreaded the conversation that was to come.

***

Twilight, however, had rested reasonably well after her conversation with Spike. Today he was going to leave for the dragon community, so Twilight used her magic to help him gather his belongings. The two of them ate a quiet breakfast and then waited outside the library. Curiously enough, Rarity trotted by and saw them standing at the threshold.

“Good morning Twilight, Spike,” she said, approaching them. “Care to explain all the luggage?”

“Spike’s going on a bit of a trip,” Twilight said.

“Yeah, I’m going to be hanging out with a lot of other dragons,” Spike said cheerily. “Oh, but I guess I’m gonna miss you…” he realized with sadness. Rarity felt for the poor dragon, who she knew was quite confused about his feelings for her.

“Oh, Spike, do cheer up. I would hate to see you sad just before embarking on this magnificent adventure.”

“Yeah, Spike, remember when you joined the Great Dragon Migration?” Twilight asked. Spike nodded, feeling a little better about leaving Rarity now.

“Sure, Twilight, that was fun,” Spike said. “Still, I don’t know what’s gonna happen when I start to meet girl dragons. What am I gonna say to them?”

“Spike, dearest, don’t fret about such things,” Rarity said. “Remember what Twilight learned about worrying about the future.”

“Oh yeah, right…” Spike said, chuckling, but still looking forlorn. The chariot on which he would be riding then appeared in the sky, and the two unicorns and the dragon watched it touch down in the road.

“Good luck, Spike!” Twilight said as she levitated the luggage into the chariot for him.

“Thanks, Twilight,” Spike said.

“Farewell, Spike,” Rarity said, giving into her pity and kissing Spike on the cheek. Spike looked considerably happier as he climbed aboard the chariot and waved goodbye to his friends as it took off into the sky.

“Twilight, is it all right if I talked to you for a moment in private?” Rarity asked once Spike was out of their line of sight.

“Um…sure,” Twilight said, wondering what could be so urgent. Judging by Rarity’s demeanor, it was something serious.

“Oh, dear, where do I begin…?” Rarity said, pacing about the library floor. Beads of sweat started to trickle down her forehead, and she couldn’t for the life of her imagine why. Twilight, watching this, felt her concern grow exponential at the sight of such a distraught pony.

“Rarity, what’s going on?” Twilight asked, worried that something serious had happened.

“Well, it’s…oh, this is so stupid. How childish of me!” Twilight now looked upon Rarity with great confusion. Rarity saw the expression on Twilight’s face and started to laugh, but a groan quickly followed. Rarity placed her head in her hooves and dropped down to the floor.

“I’m so pathetic…” she sighed.

“Rarity, no, you’re not,” Twilight said firmly. “Get up right now.” Rarity dutifully obeyed.

“This is ridiculous,” Twilight said, calling upon her memories of Princess Celestia’s firm, if rare, lectures. “You obviously came here for a reason, and what you have to tell me seems very important, but it will do you no good to be quiet about it now. Either you let me know what is going on, or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Rarity flinched at Twilight’s harsh tone. She had had no idea how deeply her voice could cut to the heart when necessity called.

“All right, Twilight, you’re right. I’m in heat. There, I said it. I saw a customer today who was simply breathtaking. I almost couldn’t stop myself from trying to measure his penis along with his other body parts. I had to muster all my inner discipline not to lock up the boutique, grab that wretchedly gorgeous stallion, and make him force his member deep into my marehood. Are you satisfied?” Rarity couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as that same relief washed over Twilight’s entire body, instantly cooling her tone as she spoke.

“Thank Celestia. I thought it was something serious!” Twilight said. She started to laugh until she saw Rarity turn her head away in shame. Realizing Rarity had been offended, Twilight trotted over to her and placed a hoof on her shoulder.

“I didn’t mean that, Rarity, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right, Twilight. It’s really quite foalish to be so embarrassed. Even Sweetie Belle was making fun of me, and she doesn’t even have her cutie mark yet.”

“Having siblings can be a challenge,” Twilight said, thinking back to the torture she had endured from Shining Armor.

“Oh, but what am I going to do about it, Twilight?” Rarity asked, the pain in her voice unmistakable. It was clear to Twilight that Rarity had strong desires that needed to be satiated by somepony else, but hadn’t the heart to tell Rarity to essentially get herself fucked, especially since she was still a virgin.

“I’m not sure what you should do,” Twilight answered, wishing she could be of greater help to her friend.

“Oh,” Rarity said simply. “In that case, I should probably just leave…” Rarity slowly trotted toward the door. Twilight’s mind was racing, and before seriously considering what she was doing she called for Rarity to stop.

“Hold on!” Rarity turned and looked at Twilight inquisitively.

“I…think I know what you’re going through,” Twilight said. “I’ve been…well, let’s just say I’ve gotten myself into some trashy literature as of late, and it’s got me feeling, well…hot under the bridle.”

“Really?” Rarity asked. “Like you’d give anything for some stallion to fuck you silly?”

“Rarity, that’s a little harsh,” Twilight said.

“I realize that, dear. Normally I refrain from such vulgarities but in this situation it’s the only word that will do. I don’t want some stallion to ‘make love’ to me or to ‘pleasure’ me. I want to be fucked, hard and deep. I want to be ravaged.”

“There’s a word that fits you better,” Twilight said. “Ravaged…”

“Yes, I want to be treated like a stallion’s tool for pleasure, and I want to extract just as much ecstasy from him.”

“I know what you mean!” Twilight said, growing excited at even the thought of it. The image of Big Macintosh suddenly struck her consciousness, and she blushed in spite of herself.

“Oh Twilight, I know it’s wrong, but I just have this need inside of me and it’s begging to be satiated.”

“I know…” Twilight said, still imagining Big Macintosh but feeling more comfortable with the fantasy.

“Shining Armor…” Rarity muttered under her breath, but Twilight still heard it.

“What did you say?” she asked.

“What? Nothing, dear,” Rarity said, suddenly flustered.

“Were you just imagining being fucked by my brother?”

“Of course not!” Rarity objected. “I imagined you watching us, too.”

“What?” Twilight screamed.

“Just kidding, my dear. You really do need to lighten up,” Rarity said. “But yes, if you must know, I was thinking about your brother.”

“Well, I’m not much better,” Twilight admitted. “I was thinking about Applejack’s.” The two girls giggled, and suddenly the air in the room felt much warmer to them. Twilight looked into Rarity’s eyes and felt her horn begin to tingle, which it only did involuntarily when she was―

That doesn’t even make sense!

“So…yeah, I wish I could help you,” Twilight said, hoping Rarity didn’t notice anything odd.

“It’s quite all right, dear. I guess I just needed somepony to talk to,” Rarity said. The two looked at each other for a while longer. Twilight started to grow more and more uncomfortable but exuded every effort to keep from showing it.

“Well, thanks for listening, dear. Farewell,” Rarity said, and she trotted out the door. Twilight let out a sigh of relief but, suddenly horrorstruck, decided to start sorting through her books.

“Come on, I know I have something here…” she said to herself. As she glanced at the titles of books by levitating them to her with magic, she finally found the one for which she had been looking.

“Understanding the Sexuality of Unicorns!” Twilight cried. “This is it!” Grateful Spike wasn’t here to question her choice of reading this time around, Twilight started flipping through the book’s pages with a careless fervor she rarely used in the treatment of what she thought of as a sacred medium.

“Here it is!” Twilight said. “‘Bisexuality: Sometimes, when two stallion or mare unicorns form a special bond of friendship, they can become attracted to each other despite a lifelong affinity for members of the opposite sex. This has commonly been denoted bisexuality, due to the attraction for two different sexes. Depending upon the closeness of the friendship, talking out such feelings can serve an effective tool for easing these sometimes troubling thoughts.’ But how would I ever admit that to Rarity?” Twilight asked. “And how can this even exist? I like stallions! I have no attraction towards mares.” But thinking of Rarity wasn’t like thinking of, say, Trixie, Twilight soon realized. In fact, she suspected she had felt this way about Rarity for quite some time, but the subject of their latest conversation had only recently brought it into her consciousness.

Unsure about what to do, Twilight decided to distract her mind by returning to A Royal Affair. At least she could project herself into the character of the prince’s lover, who, despite her rustic upbringing, carried herself with elegance and grace.

Just like Rarity…

***

Well, the morning had come, and Rainbow Dash hadn’t been this nervous since the Young Flyer’s competition. It was time to talk to Applejack about their relationship. Rainbow Dash arrived at Sweet Apple Acres to find Applejack waiting for her outside her house.

“Let’s take a walk,” Applejack said. “Last thing ah need’s mah sister overhearin’ this conversation.”

“Sure thing, AJ,” Rainbow Dash said. Rainbow Dash preferred to hover and float alongside Applejack as she walked. Once the two had put Sweet Apple Acres out of eyesight, Applejack finally mustered the nerve to ask the question that was on both ponies’ minds.

“What are we?” she said simply, though the question was far from simple.

“Well…” Rainbow Dash said, thinking carefully. “What do you want us to be?”

“Ah don’t know, RD,” Applejack said with a sigh. “Ah didn’t even know we felt this way about each other before last night. Ah mean, ah didn’t know you actually returned my feelings.”

“Shouldn’t you be a little more sure than that?” Rainbow Dash asked. “I mean, come on, if you really feel strongly about me, wouldn’t the answer be obvious?”

“Well shucks, RD, ah don’t see you being any more clear about it.” That shut Rainbow Dash up for a moment.

“Well…” she said, struggling to respond to Applejack’s admittedly honest observation. “I was spending this whole time trying to deny how I felt.”

“Really, and this is supposed to flatter me how?” Applejack said. “Ah mean, if yer afraid of yer own feelings, then how can you expect anythin’ more of me?” Rainbow Dash was feeling more and more uncomfortable. This wasn’t at all how she pictured this conversation would go.

“You’re right, Applejack. I’m sorry,” she finally said, turning her head away ashamedly.

“Don’t you worry none, RD. ’Tain’t any easier fer me than it is fer you. Ah’ve been tryin’ to deny how I felt, too, on account of mah family wouldn’t altogether appreciate me shackin’ up with another mare.”

“So you’re saying you’d want to fuck me, is that it?” Applejack suddenly blushed.

“Ah wouldn’t say no―ah mean, after we’ve gone out fer a while, that is―ah mean, not that ah’m chicken or nothin’, it’s just ah’ve never done it before and…” She stopped when she saw Rainbow Dash smirking widely at her.

“Shucks, RD,” she said, turning even redder. Her cheeks almost had the color of her older brother.

“Relax, AJ. I’m just teasing you,” Rainbow Dash said, pulling her Stetson down over her eyes.

“That’s very funny, RD. Ha ha,” Applejack said, adjusting the Stetson. “You know what ah meant. They don’t want me datin’ another filly.”

“Please. I’m the closest thing to a stallion you’re ever gonna have the hots for,” Rainbow Dash said. Applejack started blushing again, surprised that Rainbow Dash would actually admit to her tendencies to act a bit…masculine.

“Well, what are we gonna do about this?” Applejack asked, now expressing frustration.

“I think we should seriously think this through,” Rainbow Dash said, feigning deep thought. “Let’s go out, at least once. See if we can get a feel for each other.”

“We’ve known each other for years,” Applejack said.

“Not as lovers,” Rainbow Dash said.

“Consarn it, RD, will ya quit makin’ me blush?”

“Sorry, AJ,” Rainbow Dash said, barely hiding her enjoyment. Teasing Applejack made this more fun, more riskless. She didn’t care to admit it, but she hid a lot of her anxiety in jest, to the point where she sometimes got on somepony’s nerves. Applejack knew her far too well to take offense to it, thankfully, and went along with the jesting.

“Ah reckon a date’s a mighty fine idea, Rainbow Dash,” she said. “What say you to gettin’ a bite to eat at the ol’ Sugarcube Corner?”

“We should get dinner first at the Old Mare’s Inn at least,” Rainbow Dash said. “Besides, what if things don’t work out? I don’t want Pinkie Pie knowing we’re dating only to break her heart if things don’t work out.”

“You’ve got a point there…” Applejack admitted, once again surprised at Rainbow Dash’s foresight. “Let’s make it a date at the Old Mare’s Inn then. Ah reckon that’s a swell idea.”

“Sounds great! Meet there at eight tonight?”

“Works fer me,” Applejack said.

“See you then!” Rainbow Dash said, positively giddy as she flew off for home.

***

It was now Wednesday, and Fluttershy was busying herself about her house, hoping to avoid thinking about her dilemma. To tell Pinkie Pie or not to tell Pinkie Pie? If she didn’t, she’d have her dignity intact, not to mention avoid awkward questions about her own sexual tastes. But if she did ask Pinkie Pie for help, a world of untold pleasures awaited her. And with Pinkie Pie’s uncanny seriousness in keeping secrets, nopony would ever know…

“Oh, Angel, what should I do?” Fluttershy asked her pet rabbit, who was in the middle of a nap and did not look amused at being awoken from it. The bunny crossed his forelegs and stared at Fluttershy.

“Sorry to disturb you, but I’m just so confused.” Angel sighed and waved a dismissive paw at Fluttershy, indicating that he had nothing to contribute. Fluttershy sighed.

“Never mind. Go to sleep, Angel.” Angel took the rare decision to obey Fluttershy’s request, as he was still tired from doing…whatever it is Angel does.

Suddenly a knock at the door. Fluttershy nearly jumped out of her skin, especially when she heard the accompanying voice of the knocker.

“Helloooooooo! Guess whoooooo!” It was obvious who it was, and her timing could not have been worse.

“N-n-not now, Pinkie Pie, I’m busy,” Fluttershy said, picking up a duster in a desperate attempt to appear as though she was working.

“But I wanted to talk to you about something important!” Fluttershy felt alarm bells ringing in her head, and started dusting so quickly that she nearly knocked over one of her vases.

“Can’t it wait?” Fluttershy mumbled through the duster in her teeth.

“Silly, if it could wait, then why did I come all the way down here?”

Good point, Fluttershy thought. She sighed, trotted up to the door, and let in her exuberant friend. Pinkie Pie bounded in and immediately took a seat on the couch.

“Come here, Fluttershy. Sit with your old pal Pinkie.” Fluttershy obeyed reluctantly, hoping Pinkie Pie didn’t want to talk about what she thought Pinkie Pie wanted to talk about.

“See, I thought about our little conversation two days ago, and thinking about it got my knee all a-pinchin’ and my back all a-itchin’ at the same time, and that made me wonder ‘How can it be my lucky day and something scary?’ and then it hit me! Obviously it meant that I would be talking to you about our little secret desires! So I came over here hoping you would talk and there goes my knee again,” Pinkie Pie said, rubbing her knee with her hoof. Fluttershy retreated as far into the couch as she could.

“Well, I have been thinking about it, too,” she said, hoping beyond hope it wasn’t coming off as awkward as it sounded. “And…um…not only about just reading the book.” Pinkie Pie sat up in shock.

“There goes my back again!” Pinkie Pie said. “What else did you have in mind?” Fluttershy mumbled something inaudible.

“What was that?” Pinkie Pie asked. Fluttershy leaned closer and mumbled again, only this time the words were just barely audible.

“To try it out,” Fluttershy said. Pinkie Pie’s back raged with itchiness and her knee pinched her hard enough to hurt.

“Wow, Fluttershy…for once, I don’t know what to say! But if you really want to do it, I’m game. After all, I did kiss Rainbow Dash’s naughty bits. I suppose this couldn’t be any worse!”

What am I doing? Fluttershy thought. Then again, she realized, if Pinkie Pie’s back had been itching then it had really been a foregone conclusion, hadn’t it?

“Well…um, do you want to come to my, um, room?” Fluttershy asked, hiding her face and her furiously blushing cheeks.

“Of course, silly! We should probably start on a soft bed instead of the cold kitchen tile anyway.” This went over Fluttershy’s head, but she ignored it as she led Pinkie Pie to her room, still not sure if this was the right decision. All the while, Angel watched from the windowsill, dumbfounded at what he thought he was seeing.

Fluttershy wasn’t sure what came over her when she asked Pinkie Pie to start tying up her hooves with some spare fabric leftover from a sewing project of hers. Why had she suddenly come out with it, the urge to try this kind of thing? What did that mean about her feelings towards Pinkie Pie? What did it say about her own heated desires? But Pinkie Pie seemed just fine with all of this. In fact, she was humming a tune to herself as she tied up Fluttershy, as if this was something as trivial as sweeping the floors of Sugarcube Corner. Fluttershy attributed it to the powerful descriptions of the various subjugating sexual acts in the book, assigning the blame on it for stimulating her deep desires.

“Okay, all tied up!” Pinkie Pie declared, smiling giddily. She took a look at the book and frowned.

“Do you have a cat o’ nine tails?” she asked.

“You mean the whip? No, I don’t think I do…” Fluttershy said.

“Oh, never mind, the book says it’s optional but recommended. I suppose we’ll have to go buy one sometime.”

“Are you insane?” Fluttershy sputtered, more loudly than she had intended. Pinkie Pie looked at her in surprise.

“What’s wrong, Fluttershy?”

“I don’t want anypony else to know about this…”

“They wouldn’t know, Fluttershy. I’m sure plenty of ponies buy a cat o’ nine tails all the time!”

“Where do they sell them, Pinkie Pie?” Fluttershy asked.

“I think I saw a store that was selling them down in Manehattan once. The name of the store was…oh...”

“What was it?” Fluttershy asked.

“Celestia’s Secret.” Fluttershy shook her head.

“Do you see what I mean, Pinkie Pie?” she asked. “It’s bad enough I’m even trying this with you right now.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pinkie Pie asked, suddenly hurt.

“Oh, um, I mean…” Fluttershy squealed.

“If you don’t want to do this, Fluttershy, just tell me,” Pinkie Pie said, the dejection obvious in her voice.

“Of course I want to do it, it’s just, I’m really nervous and I feel like a really bad pony and I don’t want anypony else to think I’m weird.”

“I don’t think you’re weird, Fluttershy.” Even if it was coming from Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy was touched by this affirmation.

“Thanks, Pinkie Pie,” Fluttershy said.

“You’re welcome,” Pinkie Pie chirped. “But you still hurt my feelings.”

“Oh, right, well I―”

“Don’t talk!” Pinkie Pie barked, hushing and scaring Fluttershy instantly. Pinkie Pie approached slowly, a devilish smirk on her face, an evil twinkle in her eye. “I think somepony needs to be punished…” Fluttershy thought about the position she was in. As per the book’s instructions, her hooves were tied to the four corners of the bed so that she was laid out in a spread-eagle fashion. Fluttershy was on her stomach, lying on the bed the wrong way so that her hind legs were splayed across her pillow. Pinkie Pie straddled Fluttershy across her hind legs, ensuring she had clear aim at Fluttershy’s surprisingly round rump.

“How many spanks do you deserve, Fluttershy?” Pinkie Pie said.

“O-o-one?” Fluttershy asked, scared and thrilled at her vulnerability. Smack! Pinkie Pie hit Fluttershy across her backside, making Fluttershy cringe in pain.

“Oh, Fluttershy, I’m sorry! Was that too hard? Did I hurt you?” Pinkie Pie asked, completely breaking character.

“Yes,” Fluttershy said, “but please, don’t stop.”

“Okay!” Pinkie Pie chirped again. “In that case, one wasn’t enough. Every time I hit you, I want you to say you’re sorry!” Smack!

“I’m sorry!”

Smack!

“Sorry!”

Smack!

“Sorry!” Fluttershy squealed through the pain. Smack!

“LOUDER!” Pinkie Pie shouted, frightening the poor filly laying beneath her. Fluttershy took a breath and shouted.

“I’M SORRY!” she said, almost bursting into tears. Pinkie Pie’s expression softened, and she thought it was time to switch phases.

“There, there, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie forgives you…” Pinkie Pie lowered her face and began to kiss the sore, red spots on Fluttershy’s rump. Fluttershy melted under the light touch of Pinkie Pie’s lips, embracing the sensuality with refreshing relief. It was the contrast with the pain that made the pleasure so much more satisfying.