Rarity was finally home. After a long evening trying to collect her documents and the blackmail photos that had been used to extort her, she finally had her freedom back.

Now, in her bed, her body still and aching from the intense physical activity she had just endured. She took a deep breath, feeling relief wash over her. Her muscles were pleasantly sore, a reminder of the power and strength she had summoned to complete her mission.

She had finally the documents - the ones that could potentially ruin her career and reputation if they fell into the wrong hands. At least the girls were honest - she found the folder next to her when she woke up.

She burned them with extra relish.

But that .. experience was in the past. She was fine. She was home now.

Her luxurious soft bed was a sanctuary of comfort, and she lay there basking in its warmth. The sheets were silky smooth, cool to the touch and soothing to her aching muscles. She was grateful for this moment of relaxation after the intense physical activity of last evening.

Rarity's silken nightgown clung to her skin in all the right places, its luxurious feel providing an extra layer of comfort. She couldn't help but smile as she relished in this moment of bliss.

And speaking of bliss - that night was… something she had to admit.

Something intense.

Her hand ran across her flat stomach, skittering lower.

She wasn't into girls… that much. And being commanded… drugged. Toyed with.

It wasn't her thing.

It wasn't!

Rarity opened her eyes, and they sparkled in the rare moonlight. She lifted up her nightgown, revealing a pale and perfect body beneath, and then slowly lowered her hands to her breasts.

Her breasts still sensitive where the vibrators where teasing her. Merciless, hard. Mechanical.

She cupped them gingerly in her palms, letting her nipples rub against her skin and grow increasingly erect. Her desire for more and more stimulation grew with each passing touch, and the tightness and warmth within her chest only served to add to the slow fire building inside of her.

With her eyes tightly shut, Rarity began to knead and rub her ample assets, rubbing and squeezing them, pressing them together and releasing them, teasing out the fire that had been smouldering away within her loins. Her breathing grew deeper and more laboured as the sweet pleasure enveloped her, and she felt herself beginning to melt away into a warm and delectable pool of hedonistic pleasure.

Soon became clear her body wanted more than just that gentle caresses, and the thought shivers down her lower stomach as her other hand slipped down her nightgown.

Reaching her hips, she began tracing circles around her navel, feeling the muscles contract and throb beneath her touch. Rarity's breathing became more frenzied, a burning heat radiating from her stomach and coursing through her veins.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Rarity slowly started caressing her mound. The sensations that ran through her body only intensified, waves of pleasure crashing through her with each passing second. Parting her folds wider, she explored her entrance with gentle circles.

Rarity's mind filled with the wild sensations pouring through her body as she ventured even lower. Her fingers brushed against her folds as her eyes closed in blissful pleasure. She savoured the feeling as she parted her lips, feeling the wet warmth beneath her touch.

As the pleasure began to mount, Rarity burst forth into desperate need, pushing her hips up against the mattress. She continued teasing and exploring her opening, each passing second getting more desperate and urgent. Moaning in pleasure, her hands moved faster over her folds, her fingers knowing exactly what her body needed.

Rarity bit her lip as the sensations intensified and her breathing became rapid. She felt her orgasm building and her body tensed in anticipation. But no matter how hard she tried, Rarity just couldn't seem to let herself go. She felt frustrated and desperate as she tried again and again to reach that elusive peak, her hips thrusting and her fingers pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Rarity grabbed a pillow and started grinding against it as she tried to coax her orgasm out of hiding. Her movements became more frantic, her moans evolving into desperate cries as she thought of anything that might help her reach climax. She tried different positions and speeds, different pressures and caresses, but still, nothing seemed to work.

It was as if there was a knot, tied, tense somewhere in her lower abdomen, that would not - could not untie. A glass wall between her and her release.

"You can't cum, Rarity." She could almost hear it in her head. "You can't come until I tell you to."

"This is silly." She said out loud, her voice echoing in the empty room. She ran her hand along her body, breasts, stomach, below. No electroeds on her skin. No straps holding her in place. Nobody preventing her from moving and grinding and climbing higher, and closer to that peak. "Come on now, darling." Rarity continued to claw at her body, her desperation growing with each futile attempt to reach orgasm. Her fingers were cramping and her wrists were sore from their relentless punishment, but still the climax evaded her.

"P-ple.." a plea got stuck in her throat, suppressed by reflex, and turned to whimper even as her fingers continued to pump in and out of her tortured sex. Please. I just need to come!

Frustrated and desperate she started to get rough with herself. Her fingers mercilessly teased her clitoris and her pelvis thrashed against the pillow. She grabbed at her breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling hard. Rarity started panting and grunting, her orgasm slipping further and further away as her body started to tire from the violent movements.

Please….

Rarity was whimpering now, her mind filled with desperate pleas for mercy and salvation from this intolerable need. She begged silently, her words powerless to escape against the mental block, just beating inside her head, to please, please, please-please-please Just once, just a little mo-"

"Rarity?"

She shrieked, pulling up her covers, just before Sweetie Belle entered the room, wiping her eyes sleepily. "Are you ok? I heard some moaning."

"Um." She tried not to pant with trapped arousal and exhaustion,"I-_" She breathed. "It was a nightmare, Sweetie. Just a dream."

"Oh." Sweetie's gaze stayed on her matted nightgown, the sheets, in complete disarray, making Rarity painfully aware of the wet spot beneath her, and the heavy perspiration on her face. "I see. Do you, maybe, want me to stay with you?" Sweetie asked hopefully.

"N-no, not at all, darling." Any closer and she would for sure feel the smell of the sweat and sex that permeated the room. "I'll be fine. And you have your solfeggio tomorrow morning, you better go back to sleep.

Sweetie, after some coaxing, finally left to her room, and hopefully, drifted to peaceful sleep.

Rarity, however - drenched, miserable, tired and incredibly, incredibly aroused, could not.

[center]***[/center]

She did manage to sleep, in the small hours of the morning, feeling the swarming, vague dreams of two shadows, touching, whispering, coaxing, driving her towards the line she was not allowed to cross…

Sleeping was not an option.

Instead Rarity busied herself with the morning's design work. She glanced at the sketches she had hastily scribbled in the night, dismayed at how distracted she had been. She simply could not concentrate on the lines and curves of the dresses she was designing. No matter how hard she tried, her mind kept returning to her own physical sensations, her skin so alive and her body aching for release.

Release she simply could not achieve.

What was wrong with her? She had been so focused, so confident, so self-assured. But now, she felt like a drowning victim grasping at straws, her emotions in turmoil and her self-control slipping through her fingers.

It was no use. Nothing helped. Cold shower was an utterly unpleasant experience, which did very little to quench the fire in her, and another vigorous self-stimulation after made things even worse.

All she could do was endure, as she abandoned any attempt at designs, and went to open the shop to her first customer of the day.

"Hey Rarity," Scootlaoo stood right outside the Boutique. "What's up." She waved, her garish red-green patterned T-shirt wavered with her motions, offending every fashion sensibility Rarity had.

"You!"

"Want coffee?" Scootaloo raised a plastic cup. "I thought you could use some after last night."

"You did something to me!"

Scootaloo shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I couldn't…" she stumbled. "Last night."

"Ouch! I can't. I can't seem to. . ." I couldn't finish.

"Can't seem to what?"

"I can't seem to finish myself off," Rarity hissed through clinched lips.

"Oh." Scootaloo feigned surprise. "Do you want to?"

"Y-" her mouth froze. She tried to push the words through, but her lips, her jaw would not obey. "P-p." nothing.

Scootaloo laughed, a giggle of pure delight, like a prankster seeing someone get a bucket of water fall on them from the door.

"Do you want me to help?" she asked. "Maybe I can do something about your condition, but you have to do something for me first."

"What do you want"?

"Кiss me," Scootaloo asked.

Rarity's gulped, and looked at the girl. She didn't want to.. She didn't like girls, and she didn't feel any romantic desire towards the petite tomboy.

But she couldn't ignore the circumstances. The need, stirring deep inside her, that the cold showers could only push deeper, but never eliminate. The unquenchable want, that even now pulsed, making her lower lips tingle with desire. The fact that she was utterly helpless to do anything about it…

She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and echoing down below. The physical sensations were overwhelming, making it hard for her to think straight.

Rarity shuddered as her eyes locked with Scootaloo's. She had never expected to feel this way towards the young filly, and she felt unsure of what to do. Despite the hesitance, her body seemed to move of its own accord; an inviting energy radiated between them, urging her closer.

Rarity took a deep breath, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as her gaze shifted between Scootaloo's eyes and lips. She felt her mouth involuntarily quivering as her breath grew heavier with anticipation. In a moment of boldness, Rarity gathered all of her remaining courage and leaned in. The heat of Scootaloo's lips against hers, and the sensation of their tongues intertwining sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the excitement building inside her as she parted her lips, allowing Scootaloo to fully explore her mouth with her own.

Her breathing became heavier as Scootaloo moved her hands lower, massaging her breasts and circling her sensitive nipples. Never breaking the make-out session, the hand moved further down, and she felt the mare's lips leave a hot trail over her stomach and down to her exposed pussy. Rarity let out a muffled cry as Scootaloo's finger snuck under her skirt, and down her panties. She felt herself growing more aroused with each flick and caress of Scootaloo's tongue, each touch of her fingers and moaned uncontrollably.

Scootaloo was relentless in her tongueplay, licking and kissing her in all the right places until she was trembling with need. Just when she thought she would lose control, Scootaloo inserted a finger into her tight, wet opening.

Rarity let out a muffled scream as her pleasure intensified with each thrust of Scootaloo's finger. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, unable to quench her raging desire as Scootaloo expertly fingered her. She gasped in pleasure as the mare's thumb kept teasing her clitoris, stroking it in perfect rhythm with her thrusts.

Rarity moaned into the kiss and shuddered as her orgasm slowly started to build up inside her. Her pleasure was so intense that she found it difficult to remain still, and she writhed and bucked her hips against Scootaloo's fingers.

Finally, the girl released her tongue and came up for air, and her fingers slowed from hard thrusts to slow caress, thumb resting immovable against Rarity's throbbing clit. She moaned in protest, unable to vocalise her raging need.

"Good girls don't beg." Scootaloo snickered.

Rarity just glared at her, still at war at the cramping muscles in her jaw, and moaned, as Scootaloo's deft fingers reached that sensitive spot, and rubbed along it. She had to grab onto the girl to keep standing, her knees giving out from the sudden pleasure. Glare turned to desperation, then - silent pleading, as her hips kept moving her to meet the fingers.

"Good girls offer." Scootaloo finally allowed.

"W-what do you - oh my goodness. What do you want?" Rarity panted, shifting her weight to coax those devilishly slow fingers deeper, where she needed them to. "Y-you." she bit her lips to keep the moan in. "You said to find you."

"Yeah," Scootaloo withdrew her hand. "In the evening. I have lectures to attend, you know."

Rarity stared at her in disbelief. The lack of sensation, the feeling of cold air on her needy, wet sex was driving her insane, making her dance on the spot, still thrusting against the empty air, as she struggled to find words that her mouth would allow.

"And wear something," Scootaloo twirled her hand in the air. "Lacy."

Rarity whimpered.

[center]***[/center]

"So. What do you want."

She didn't want to come in. But her body - her throbbing need, the thought of another night without release, the memory of being so close… she had no choice.

"We want two things from you!" Apple Bloom declared.

Scootaloo beamed, ignoring the prickling tone. "First, you are going to model for us!" she declared, raising an ancient Polaroid.

"Absolutely not!"

"Come on, Rarity. You make clothes, wouldn't it be fun to pretend to be a model for one night?" Apple Bloom was undeterred by the refusal.

"Don't worry about this!" Scootaloo waved her camera. "It's just a prop. We'll give you the film after. And all the pictures."

"Promise!"

"Please!"

Rarity hesitated. Compared to what she expected this sounded almost innocuous. Maybe too innocuous. She didn't come here because she wanted to have a girls night out. She needed-

"And maybe if you're a good girl," Scootaloo crept closer, and her hand landed on Rarity's cheek. "You'll get to feel better."

That cinched it. "Fine."

She just needed one. To take the edge off. Then she could think clearly, figure out what those two did to her and how to get out of this weird … web of perversion.

"Great!" Apple Bloom smiled, pulling her deeper into the room. "Come in, come in!"

The next room was the same as the last time - a large, empty hall, lit with the garish reddish light, but the arrangement inside was different. There was less machinery than she remembered, and in its place was a large, simple bed with a neatly made mattress.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what that meant.

Apple Bloom, appeared at her side, holding a small bottle of liquid drops.

"What's that for?" Rarity asked, eyeing the bottle warily.

"It's just part of the process," Apple Bloom said, handing the bottle to her. "Trust me."

Rarity hesitated, but then she tilted her head back, letting Apple Bloom tip the fall into her eyes. They stung for a moment, but then the discomfort faded. She blinked a few times, feeling the moisture spread over her eyes.

"Good girl." Apple Bloom purred, guiding her deeper into the room. "We're gonna start now."

"But there are rules!" Scootlaoo piped up. "We're making it like a game."

"It's very simple!" Apple Bloom, added when Rarity frowned. "The person with the camera will tell you to pose."

"For the shoot."

"Yeah, for the shoot. And then when someone has 'Red Light' you have to freeze."

"No moving."

"Or," Apple Bloom took up a black leather crop, "There's a penalty," swished it in the air for emphasis.

Well then. Rarity looked at the implement. If the girls wanted to spice up the evening with some leather play, it would not be the first time she indulged. Though she usually was on the other side of it… but she could try it out.

"All ready?" Scootaloo asked. "Good girl. Now stand tall and proud," the young female Scootaloo, gestured for her to straighten up. "You're beautiful, Rarity. Let's see it."

She took a deep breath and tried to push her insecurities aside. She lifted her chin and puffed out her chest, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Turn your head and arch your back," the photographer continued, moving to stand behind her. "Yes, like that. Good. Now hold it." She clicked with the dog clicker. "Red light."

She stood there obediently, as Scootaloo raised her camera and took a photo.

"Good girl." she said "Green light. Now lower your body," she said, gesturing to the ground. "Bend at the waist and look back over your shoulder. That's it. Beautiful."

Her cheeks flushed as she realized the position she wanted her to take. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But as the shutter clicked and the flashes went off, something inside her began to shift. She felt powerful, almost in control.

"Red light." a click. She froze, waiting out the flash of the camera. She felt like an animal being trained; knowing that it was wrong to disobey yet unable to help herself. She had to obey Scootaloo's every command – she did not want to find out what that crop felt when used with effort.

Scootaloo came around and crouched in front of her, moving her head back straight. Rarity gasped as their lips brushed against each other. Scootaloo pulled back and smiled. "We are going to have so much fun tonight," she said.

Rarity felt the warm, gentle touch of Scootaloo's hands brushing lightly against her breasts. She was completely immobilized, unable to move as the younger mare's fingertips caressed her without any hesitation. She was unable to do anything but savor the sensation that flowed through her body, sending a shiver of pleasure and anticipation down her spine. The sensation was both foreign and oddly familiar, and the more Scootaloo touched her, the more familiar it felt.

Rarity's skin tingled as Scootaloo's fingers moved naturally over her curves and nipples, intensifying the warmth radiating in her lower regions. Her breath quickened, and she felt her face flush with pleasure as Scootaloo expertly explored her body with her hands.

The next thing she knew, Apple Bloom was unbuckling the bra, and then it was gone. Rarity felt her skin burning from the sudden exposure. She felt Scootaloo's fingers moving over her nipples, teasing them, pulling them into stiff little points.

"You're very beautiful, Rarity." She felt her breath catch in her throat as Scootaloo leaned forward and delicately kissed each nipple in turn. "Good girl."

"Already getting wet too." Apple Bloom's knuckles grazed lightly along her panties, making her blush when she realised that it was true. She was already leaking again.

"Good girl!" Scootaloo seemed to be unable to hide her pleasure.

Suddenly she twisted the nipple in a sharp, cruel twist. It was so unexpected, so sudden, that Rarity flinched involuntarily, her whole body rearing up in surprise and pain, trying to move away.

And then, as she tried to recover, she felt a hard smack on her butt. It was the riding crop, wielded by Apple Bloom with the same harsh efficiency used on livestock. The pain was intense, and it caused Rarity to instinctively try to move away, to escape the agony.

There was a single sharp click, then a hiss of air being cut, and Rarity felt the crop land on her buttocks and gasped, her mind screaming in agony. She had never experienced anything like it. It felt like hot, fiery pain, radiating outwards from her rear, and searing her skin with intense heat.

"What are you-" She tried to move away, but Scootlaoo grabbed her, pulling her back down with uncanny strength..

"No!" she heard the same click. "Bad girl! Red light, Rarity."

Another sharp click, and a second later, other hiss and the impact of the crop sent a shudder through Rarity's body, and tears filled her eyes as a sense of helplessness overwhelmed her. The second lash stung worse than the first, followed by an oddly concentric ring of pain around her flesh. Hot tears began to stream down her face.

"Stay still Rarity." Apple Bloom said, raising her crop into position. "Or ah'll have to smack you again."

Gulping, Rarity nodded, then drew a breath, and tried to stay still, ignoring the stinging, burning pain of the crop.

Scootaloo held her, tight, but gentle, helping her back into position. "Good girl." she kissed away Rarity's tears, with tiny dainty kisses, her hands returning to caress her breast. "Good girl. Just stay like this."

Apple Bloom's hand ran along the fresh redness on her skin, smooth, light touches, chasing the pain away. "Ah know it hurts, but it's for the best, ok?"

Swallowing the last sob, Rarity nodded - just a bit, barely moving.

"Good girl."

The girls allowed her to stand up, while they took care of her, drying her tears and coaxing her body away from the pain, back to the pleasure, Scootaloo throwing occasional pinch, or bite between the kisses and the touches to test her.

"Green light."

Rarity finally allowed herself to relax, straightening up. She thought about covering her breasts, now left out in the open, nipples erect for both girls to see, but there was no point.

"Now sit on the bed with your legs crossed," the Apple Bloom directed, picking up the camera and motioning towards the corner. "Perfect. Now look straight ahead. No, not like that. Loosen up, Rarity. This is supposed to be fun, remember?"

"So long as you follow the rules," Scootaloo added. "Sorry."

Rarity gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling the cold softness of the smooth, silken sheets against her skin. She tried to relax, to let go of her fears and just be in the moment. She crossed her legs and smoothed out the fabric of the lingerie, trying to project confidence. It wasn't easy, but she was starting to enjoy herself, in a strange sort of way.

"Put your hands on your chest," the photographer said, stepping closer to the bed. "Yes, like that. Now bend your knees and let your ankles fall apart. Good. Perfect. Red light."

She felt her heart racing as she looked up at the camera, trying to project sensuality. It was a foreign feeling, but she was starting to enjoy herself. She knew she was beautiful, and the mix of fear, pain and lingering arousal, the constant stream compliments from the girls and the clear adoration in their eyes, it all made the whole affair surreal.

She smiled and looked at the camera coyly, letting the flash wash over her.

"See, it is fun!" Scootaloo smiled and passed the camera to Apple Bloom. Her movements were slow, simple, but her eyes never left Rarity's immovable form, drinking her in, even as the other girl snapped more pictures.

"Come now," she sat down, leaning against the headboard, and pulled Rarity, to lean against her. "You're doing very good. You're almost done." She reached down, and her thumbs hooked into the lace of Rarity's panties, and she pulled.

With every inch of skin that was uncovered, Rarity felt more free and more exposed than ever before. As the panties finally reached the end of their journey and slipped off her body, Rarity felt Rarity felt her face flush. She wanted to look away, to pull on the sheets, anything to cover her exposed flesh. But her eyes were held captive by Apple Bloom's gaze. The longer they stayed there, the deeper she felt something stirring inside her; and with dread, she recognized it as arousal.

She wanted to move, to clutch at the sheets and protect whatever was left of her modesty, however belated it was, but before she had a chance there was a click.

She froze. It was same click that used to predate a swish and the pain. The warning. Her breath hitched, and muscles clenched.

"Red light, Rarity," Scootaloo whispered right in her ear. "You can't move."

No pain. No swish. She stayed still. She was a good girl.

"Don't worry. I'll move you" Scootaloo put her hands on Rarity's thighs pushed them open, and gently, but insistently, revealing the last of her to the world.

"Easy now," The girls arms snaked back to the centre, and her fingers spread Rarity's pussy open with two hands and kept it open for the camera. Rarity felt so exposed, so embarrassed. But strangely, she didn't shy away from the attention. Instead, her breath came in short, shallow gasps as heat pooled in her core.

"Now that's a pretty sight, isn't it?" Scootaloo said with a knowing smile.

Apple Bloom took her time, lining up the shot, and every moment of the cold air playing on her insides, opened up so lewdly, was pure torture of arousal and shame. The flash of the camera, and the mechanical whirr of the picture being printed pushed it beyond that.

"It sure is." Apple Bloom put away the camera and climbed on the bed. "I've been wanting to taste that since I was in high school."

Apple Bloom crawled towards across the bed, like a predator stalking its prey, her hot breath making Rarity's skin break out in goosebumps. Rarity whimpered as an intense wave of pleasure surged through her, her breath coming out in shallow pants.

Apple Bloom's tongue darted out, licking along the length of Rarity's slit and over her already throbbing clit, eliciting a shiver of pleasure that cascaded down Rarity's body.

Another lick followed, and she moaned softly as Apple Bloom ran her tongue over her most sensitive areas, swirling it around her clit and pushing it deep into her folds, lapping up her juices until Rarity's hips were straining to thrust into her mouth.

Apple Bloom's tongue felt like liquid fire as it worked its way along Rarity's lower half, licking and sucking at her inner walls and rubbing against her most sensitive areas. She was relentless as her tongue explored every inch of Rarity's pussy, pushing her further and further into a state of bliss with each flick of her tongue.

Time seemed to stand still as Rarity lay in a state of pure pleasure, her body trembling in the intensity of Apple Bloom's ministrations. Apple Bloom worked her tongue deep into her folds, delving further than Rarity ever thought possible as her orgasm built up inside her.

"Good girl." Scootaloo kept playing with her nipples, gentle, but insistent. "Keeping so still. Such a good, good girl." Her hand crept down towards where her lips joined Apple Blooms, and grazed across her painfully throbbing clit

Rarity felt a wave of heat wash over her. Scootaloo's finger moved in subtle circles, tickling her clitoris as it glided past every sensitive fold.

Rarity bit her bottom lip, letting out small, rapid breaths. She felt her excitement swell and reach its peak, as Apple Bloom's tongue worked wonders, coaxing forth rapturous orgasmic responses, in perfect rhythm with the circling fingers of the other girl, pinching, pulling on her nipple, teasing her clit.

She was close. She was beyond close, the pleasure crashing against the imperative to hold it at bay, against the fear that held her to sit still, escaping with every moaning pant, every needy sound she made, until-

"You can come now, Rarity," Scootaloo whispered in her ear.

Without warning, the orgasm hit. Rarity felt her body quivering and shaking with pleasure and ecstasy. Her toes began to curl and her thighs clench as Apple tongue finger twirled inside her rubbing hard against her innermost spot.

"Th-thank you. I needed tha-a-a!"

Apple Bloom ignored her, still hungrily devouring her, her soft tongue playing her clit like a prized instrument. Her lips were a vice, clamped down on her while her tongue lapped her with vigorous intensity.

The pleasure was overwhelming, no matter how much she wanted it, Rarity wasn't sure she could take any more. Her breathing was heavy, and muscles warring to keep her hits from pressing back against closer to Apple Bloom's mouth. Apple Bloom had found a perfect spot and she was determined to milk it for all it was worth.

Rarity felt Scootaloo's fingers slide into her and start pumping her, adding more fuel to the fire that was already too hot for her to handle. She could feel Apple Bloom's tongue batting across her clit and it sent new rivers of pleasure through her body. Every single movement Apple Bloom made felt like a firework of delight, making Rarity even more aroused.

Rarity's hips tensed like she was having a seizure, her muscles at war with each other, half trying to push her hips meet the tongue, half trying desperately to keep her still, as Apple Bloom licked and sucked. She didn't let up on her oral attentions, and Rarity felt like she was melting right into the bed.

Moaning, panting, strainiing and unable to move, she felt every single sensation over and over as her orgasm built to a climax and Rarity felt herself cry out, wordless, keening wail of pleasure.

"You can come now, Rarity."

She did.