It had been a week since the fifth and final day of Rainbow Dash's "punishment", which was a moment Dashie would never forget.

She was hoof wrestling with Applejack. She had cleaned up very nicely, and there was no smell on her.

"Ha! I win!" said Rainbow Dash as she forced Applejack's hoof down.

"That was mighty good hoofwork there Rainbow," said Applejack.

"Now, how about a farting contest?"

"You're on!"

They ate some hay with fart powder sprinkled on it, as well as some cider also spiked with fart powder. Once she started to feel its effects, Rainbow Dash lifted her leg to fart... only to notice Rarity and Fluttershy standing right in front of her. Rainbow Dash stopped, knowing farts made Rarity feel offended, and Fluttershy uncomfortable.

"Applejack," said Rarity, "we saw what you and Rainbow Dash did last week."

"You did?" said Rainbow Dash, blushing profusely.

"How come you never did that to me, Applejack?" said Rarity, looking extremely jealous.

"I didn't think a ladylike pony such as you would like that," said Applejack. "Plus, I only did it cause Chrysalis-"

"I demand you do that to me now," said Rarity. "Once I get dressed."

"And I'd like you to do it to me too," said Fluttershy, uncharacteristically sounding like she was going to enjoy this a great deal.

Once they were wearing similar exercise outfits to that of Rainbow Dash, Applejack tied them up...

"Hold on a minute!"

Pinkie Pie appeared out of thin air.

"This is all sounding just like the other Rainbow Fetish story! Applejack satisfies her fetishes with Rainbow Dash, and then the other ponies jump in just so they can be seen in the same position, all the while being SUPER-repetitive! It's just the same story, only with different ponies, somehow getting the idea that people would be satisfied with each one! The Rainbow Dash thing is fine cause it's more extreme in this story and a completely different scenario, but Rarity and Fluttershy being in the exact same position would be too much like both the first chapter and the other story that just threw them in! Plus, the author of this story can't even write good enough! He's really bad at writing fetish stories! This is like, what, his twelfth story? And he STILL writes as horribly as his second! And there is NO WAY in HELL that Rarity or Fluttershy would ever want to be in that position, and if they did, they'd never admit it!"

"Pinkie Pie, what are you talking about?" said Rainbow Dash, whose head was spinning.

"I'm saying, this is as far as the story goes!" said Pinkie Pie. "And one day, when I was throwing a party, I..."

Rainbow Dash woke up in her bed at the sound of the cock crowing. The whole bizarre thing had been a dream. She still didn't get half of the babble Pinkie Pie said, but she knew Rarity and Fluttershy couldn't have seen what Applejack did to her last week, nor would they want her to do it to them.

Her bed and sheets were dry. As predicted, she hadn't wet the bed at all since being untied, except once, when she had deliberately drank enough cider to force it.

She picked up her sports outfit, which was now completely clean and smelled only of freshly-cleaned laundry. It was impossible to tell the state it had been in a week ago. Or a few of the other days since then. Why was it she always did aerial races in this outfit anyway? It seemed silly now that she came to think about it, even though it had led her to one of her most enjoyable experiences that had seemed like torture at first. Maybe she'd just reserve this for either Equestria Games events, or for satisfying her newfound interests, which she had done a few times since washing it a week ago. She wasn't sure why she liked peeing herself so much, and felt a little ashamed of it. She'd never do this in front of, or admit this to anyone except Applejack.

The strange things Pinkie had said in her dream had faded from her mind now. It was one of those moments in a dream you forget about once you wake up.

Rainbow Dash really needed to pee, having drank a lot last night. And no one was around. So, she put her outfit on, walked into her bathroom, sat on the toilet without pulling her shorts down, and began peeing.

Author's Notes:

Just decided to give a final moment and acknowledge my own incompetence as a fetish writer.

I was extremely hesitant to put that last paragraph in due to now feeling another wave of shame for writing these stories, which probably came from being snapped out of my confident state by being reminded I can't even do these stories right, but I wanted to give one last gift to those who like my stories, cause at the time I didn't think I'd do any more.