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It didn’t look like much.
Rainbow Dash hadn’t even known that Applejack’s barn had a loft. Really, though, it was more like a little shelf, no more than a few feet wide, tucked away in the corner where no one could find them. Applejack had understandably wanted to make sure no one walked in on them. Her family had long since gone to the bed, though, so Rainbow didn’t see why it mattered. An old crate stood by the wall, some hay had been strewn on the floor to make it more comfortable, and a single square hole that served as the only window let in a little starlight. Besides that, it was barren. It looked rough, run down, and dirty.
It was perfect. Rainbow Dash grinned, though she still couldn’t stop anxiously fidgeting on her hooves. Not that she was anxious, she decided. Just… excited? Yeah, that was it. She wasn’t nervous.
She peered over the edge as Applejack climbed up the ladder to her, carrying the equipment in a burlap sack. The loft didn’t have any railing. It would be a straight drop down to the hard, wooden floor beneath if things got a little too heated and one of them accidentally rolled over the side. She hoped it came to that. A mid-climax last second rescue would just be...
“Hurry up!” she called to Applejack.
“I am hurryin’,” Applejack called back, going just as slow as before.
Rainbow Dash huffed. She couldn’t keep still. Her tail flicked, her ears twitched, and her wings fidgeted all of their own accord. And she couldn’t wait. She considered jumping over the side, grabbing Applejack by the waist, throwing her down into the hay, and taking the farm pony right then and there. She drooled at the thought.
Just when she made up her mind to do it, Applejack clambered over the side. As soon as she was up, Rainbow Dash rushed forward and met her lips with her own. The farm pony grunted in surprise, but quickly pressed back. Rainbow Dash parted her lips just slightly, inviting her soon-to-be lover in. Applejack never needed to be asked twice. They soon fell into a heady rhythm of tongues, shallow breaths, and short moans.
Applejack abruptly pushed her back, smiling. “Well, aren’t you feelin’ antsy.”
“Whatever,” Dash replied, wiping her lip. “Just hurry up.”
Applejack upturned the sack and the equipment clattered on the floor. A blindfold, a bridle with a removable rubber bit, a leash, a switch, and several ropes.
A shiver passed along Rainbow Dash’s spine and ended in a quiver of her tail. She licked her lips. She had been waiting for this for so long, for way too long. Ever since the first time she had seen what Applejack could do with a rope, she had fantasized about what it would be like if Applejack forced her to the ground some night when they had both had too much to drink and then Applejack showed her just what else she could with a rope. She had spent too many nights alone in bed—and sometimes not alone—imagining herself pinned beneath the farm pony, bound and gagged, as Applejack, her muscles hardened from long days working the farm, worked those strong muscles on her instead.
If she was being honest, doing this was at least half the reason she had gotten together with Applejack in the first place. They weren’t really marefriends. Well, they were, but not really. Rainbow didn’t expect it to go anywhere. She was actually a little worried that Applejack seemed a lot more into her than she was into Applejack. But she figured Applejack would get bored in a few weeks. That’s how it went with most ponies who liked Rainbow Dash, not that she minded. Mostly, anyway.
She was hardly the kind of pony who could ever ‘settle down’ with anyone. Things would probably go back to normal between them in a week or two. Absolute worst case scenario, she would simply have to let Applejack down easy. In the meantime, though, Applejack was the perfect sort of pony to spend a few nights with. She was fun, strong, could take a joke, and, most importantly, she was hot. And by Celestia, could she handle a rope. It had been surprisingly easy to convince Applejack to do this. After some initial hesitation, her friend seemed almost as excited about tying her up as Dash was about being tied up.
It was no secret that Rainbow was a daredevil and a thrillseeker. Being dominated by, and submitting to, another pony, putting her life in their hooves, giving herself wholly to them, it was the ultimate risk and the ultimate thrill. She had tried before, but no one else she had ever been with could do it right, and she just ended up frustrated every time.
Rainbow Dash didn’t roll over onto her back for anypony, but Applejack was one of the few who would be able to actually make her. Now that they were finally together, it was actually, finally happening.
“Sugarcube, you’re droolin’.”
“Yeah…” Dash said, sounding half drunk. She shook her head. “Hurry up!”
Applejack cocked one brow. “You ready?”
“I’ve been ready since… since a really long time,” Dash answered quickly.
Applejack chuckled. “If you say so. Sit down.”
Rainbow Dash complied. She watched Applejack lean down to the blindfold and grab it between her teeth. When she came back up, she winked. Dash’s heart beat madly in her chest as Applejack slowly, too slowly stepped towards her, the blindfold hanging from her mouth. This was it. This was really, really happening.
Applejack paused. “You sure about this?”
“Duh!” Dash cried.
Applejack looked her in the eye. “If you’re scared, or you want me to stop, you remember how to let me know, right?”
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “Come on, AJ. You don’t have to treat me like a little filly.”
“All right.” Applejack stepped forward.
Then, Applejack took away her sight. She pressed the blindfold to her eyes, and everything went dark. She felt Applejack’s warm breath on her lips as the farm pony leaned forward to tie the blindfold behind her head. Rainbow Dash grinned again. This would have scared some ponies, like Fluttershy. Not Rainbow Dash, she reassured herself. She didn’t need her sight. She still had four other awesome senses to work with.
“Can you see anything?”
Rainbow Dash licked her lips. “Nope.”
“Good,” Applejack said. A gentle hoof stroked Dash’s cheek. “Now let’s get you trussed up.”
The hoof fell away. Dash heard a chinkling sound and knew Applejack had picked up the bridle. Then, the straps touched the top of her head. She abruptly jerked her head to the side. Not because she didn’t want it on, but because she wanted to see how Applejack would react.
Applejack paused, and Rainbow Dash did all she could to keep the telling smirk off her face.
“You’re not gettin’ out of this that easy, sugarcube,” she finally heard Applejack say. She knew Applejack would be able to see through her. Applejack pulled her head back in place, and roughly set the bridle over her head and muzzle.
Applejack took away her voice. She pushed the rubber bit into her mouth. It tasted awful, and— “Mmph mmmph”—she couldn’t speak with it in. She knew that if she needed to cry out, for help, or for Applejack to stop, she would be helpless. She heard the click that meant Applejack had attached the leash to the bridle, which Applejack was using in place of reins in order to make it all the more demeaning. A familiar heat grew deep inside of her, and her breath came shorter and shorter. She would be helpless soon, and Applejack would be able to do anything she wanted to her. Anything. Applejack would be able to subject her to any and all of the twisted fantasies she had, and there would be absolutely nothing Dash could do to stop her.
She wasn’t scared at all, or even a little bit worried, she assured herself again. Some other ponies would be right now, but not Rainbow Dash.
Luckily, Applejack could remove the bit at any time if she needed to use Rainbow Dash’s tongue for something. Rainbow Dash hoped Applejack would use her tongue for a lot of somethings.
“Now for your wings.”
Rainbow Dash twitched. As soon as Applejack leaned over her and she felt the rope touch her wing, she abruptly flared her wings to their full span. Applejack fell away from her, and she heard a crash.
“What in tarnation!” Applejack shouted.
Dash barely suppressed a giggle. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel Applejack’s glare. But if Applejack wanted her wings, she was going to have to work for them. Rainbow Dash didn’t roll over for anypony.
“Put down your wings.”
Rainbow Dash lowered her wings, but only halfway.
“All the way.”
She folded her left wing to her side, but then fully extended her right wing instead.
“So, that’s how you want it, is it?”
Yes, Dash wanted to say. That was exactly how she wanted it. She liked bugging Applejack. Admittedly, she knew that Applejack didn’t like it as much as she did, but she knew exactly how to get a rise out of the farm pony, and it never got old. Maybe she took it a little too far sometimes. She knew that when Applejack’s face started getting all scrunchy and red, it meant that it was time to stop. But sometimes she simply couldn’t shut up that part of herself that wanted to see just how far she could push her friend before she snapped. That probably wasn’t a great way to treat her marefriend, but they weren’t really marefriends.
That was sort of the whole point of this, though, right? Applejack was going to punish her, and Rainbow Dash couldn’t possibly want it to come sooner.
Applejack stepped behind and over her, pushing down on Dash’s wings with her hooves. Rainbow Dash fluttered one, and then the other, always just out of the farm pony’s reach. Just as soon as Applejack would start to get a rope over one, she would give it a strong flap and undo all of her work. She laughed at Applejack’s cries of frustration. Finally, Applejack jumped on top of her. Rainbow Dash felt Applejack’s heavy weight on her back, riding her like a bull.
Rainbow Dash grinned and kept on flapping both her wings. Even with Applejack’s full weight on her, she could still move them almost freely. Applejack still managed to get a rope around one, though. Rainbow abruptly reared onto her front legs then, throwing Applejack off altogether and over her head.
“Rainbow, I’ve had just about enough of this,” Applejack growled into her ear a second later. “Now, you are gonna do what I say. Put your wings down.”
Rainbow Dash flared her wings.
“Now,” Applejack commanded again. “Stop actin’ like a spoiled brat. You can trust me.”
Rainbow Dash hesitated, and then sniggered.
She heard a snarl that sounded more beast than pony.
Suddenly, she felt Applejack’s weight come crushing down on top of her back, much harder than before. Applejack must really have been mad, Dash thought with a smile. She reared again, but Applejack held on this time. The farm pony forced her face down to the ground. It hurt a little, having her snout ground into the floor, but Applejack was finally starting to punish her. She fluttered her wings, but Applejack was having none of that either, and pinned them to her sides. The rope wrapped around her waist.
Applejack took away her wings. She brought the rope full around her barrel and wings, then tied it tight. As she stepped away, Dash tested the rope’s strength. Her wings couldn't even so much as twitch.
Rainbow Dash felt a little nervous tickle in her stomach. She wasn’t scared though. She wanted this. She wanted Applejack to force her down. She wanted Applejack to make her stop being bad. But maybe she was just the tiniest bit nervous too.
“Hold out your front hooves.”
Rainbow Dash kept her hooves firmly in place.
Applejack groaned. “Rainbow, if you don’t stop givin’ me trouble, I’m just gonna leave.”
Dash openly smirked around the bit. Applejack would never leave her. She might have been headstrong sometimes, but she didn’t have that in her. She wouldn’t abandon her. Whatever Rainbow Dash did, Applejack would stay.
“Give me your hooves,” Applejack said through ground teeth.
Dash raised just one leg.
They were both abruptly grabbed and pulled up. Dash had to lean forward and into Applejack to keep her balance. Rainbow Dash tried to wrench her hooves away, but Applejack held them tight.
“I thought you wanted to do this?” Applejack asked as she bound Dash’s forelegs.
Applejack took away her legs. The ropes, scratchy and burning as they chafed against her coat, twisted over her front limbs. Applejack attached the ropes around her forelegs to the ropes around her wings and waist, so pulling on one would only tighten the other. Rainbow not only couldn’t fly away, but now she wouldn’t be able to run away either. That had always been her last line of defense. A problem became too big, or she messed up too badly, and she ran. She had always had the comfort of knowing that no matter what happened, she was fast enough to get away from it if she really needed to. Now, she would be trapped.
She felt that little nervous tickle in her stomach again. She wasn’t scared though. She didn’t need Applejack to slow down or reassure her that she could do this, either. She could do this. She wanted to do this.
“Roll over, so I can get your other legs.”
Rainbow Dash froze. She didn’t roll over onto her back for anypony.
“Get onto your back. Now,” Applejack ordered. A smart pony would have heard that tone of voice—the one that clearly broadcast, “I will buck you into the wall if you don’t listen to me.”— and listen. Sure, Rainbow Dash heard it well enough. She just didn’t listen.
She flashed another smirk instead.
“Sugarcube,” Applejack hissed, close to Dash’s muzzle, her voice like a knife’s edge, “I promise you, if you don’t do what I say, I’m gonna leave right now. Get onto your back.”
“Mmph mph.”
Make me.
Applejack didn’t say anything for a time, until finally, she answered, “Fine.”
Abruptly, Applejack’s firm, stabilizing presence disappeared. Rainbow Dash nearly fell, but caught her balance at just the last moment. It had suddenly become very cold.
She waited, but Applejack didn’t do or say anything else. Rainbow kept her ears perked, tense, alert for any signs of movement, ready for whatever Applejack’s retaliation might be. She nervously pawed at the floor with her bound hooves, feeling the hay. Still, she waited, and… nothing? The nervous tickle in her stomach grew into something more, something worse.
“Mmphmph?”
Applejack?
She listened, and still nothing. Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing happened. The loft lay utterly still.
Applejack?
The something worse than a nervous tickle grew into something worse still. She hobbled around as best she could, across the small space. She lifted her bound hooves up into the air, reaching for Applejack.
Applejack couldn’t be far away. Applejack couldn’t be gone. But all Dash felt was the dirt and hay beneath her, and the empty air before her. She heard the slightest sound behind her, and spun around.
Applejack, please?
No answer. She raced forward, or raced as much as her bindings would allow, which wasn’t much. She reached out for Applejack, in front of her, to the right, and to the left. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
She overreached, and fell flat onto her face. Her head hit the floor with a thud. The something worse seized her throat in its horrible grip, and wouldn’t let go. She realized then.
She was alone.
She ground her teeth in hot, bitter anger. Applejack, her marefriend, had abandoned her. She had simply left her up here by herself. She thumped her head against the ground again. What the hell was Applejack’s problem? So Rainbow Dash played around a little. Big deal. That didn’t mean Applejack could just leave her. It wasn’t her fault if Applejack couldn’t handle her right.
Rainbow Dash tried to stand up, but her forelegs were still bound. The anger instantly cooled and died in her chest.
She was alone.
She was alone, her legs bound, lying on the floor in a barn that no one else would enter until at least morning. She couldn’t fly. She couldn’t run. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even see. Her breath came shallower and faster, faster and shallower, claustrophobia taking hold.
Pegasi weren’t meant for confined spaces. They were meant for the open air. She wasn’t meant to be confined. Her very nature revolted against closed spaces.
She couldn’t be trapped, she thought as her heart raced. Why had she ever agreed to do this in the first place? She had to get away.
She threw her wings against the bindings and strained against them, and gritted her teeth as the rope cut into her sensitive feathers. She pushed and pushed against them with all the strength she had.
They didn’t so much as budge. They were too tight.
It was her fault, she knew. She should have just listened to Applejack. She had pushed Applejack too far, and Applejack had left her.
She turned to the bindings around her forelegs instead. But no matter how much she twisted or pushed, she couldn’t move them either. She stretched her back legs beneath her stomach, and kicked ineffectually at the ropes around her forelegs.
She was helpless against Applejack’s bindings. Applejack had trapped her, alone in the barn’s loft. Applejack wouldn’t leave her here all night, right? She couldn’t do that to her, right?
She lifted her hooves up and tried to push at the blindfold, but the bound limbs couldn’t reach far enough. She stretched her back legs again, but they couldn’t reach her eyes either.
Dash rolled and writhed on the floor, whimpering, shaking, praying one of the bindings might would come loose or she could rub the blindfold off on the ground.
But the bindings stayed put, and the bridle held the blindfold firmly in place.
She cried out. She screamed for help. The bit muffled her voice, though, and she knew no one could hear her.
No one could help her.
Except Applejack.
She remembered what Applejack had told her. If she ever got scared or wanted to stop, all she had to do was knock on the floor three times in a row, and Applejack would stop.
Rainbow Dash was scared. She admitted it. That was the horrible tightness that had gripped her throat. She was scared, and she wanted Applejack with her. She was scared a lot of times she didn’t say it, and she admitted that a lot of those times she just wanted to somepony to be there for her. Usually, she could handle it on her own. But right now, she needed Applejack.
She didn’t want to stop, though. She didn’t want to give up.
She wanted to show Applejack that she could do this. She wanted to show Applejack that she could be good for her. She would do anything Applejack said, if only she would come back for her.
She needed Applejack; she knew that now. She needed Applejack and she would have done anything to get her back.
She kept writhing on the floor, even though she knew it was pointless. She was alone in the dark, unable to do anything more than wriggle on the ground like a blind snake.
She sobbed and rolled over, and fell.
She had rolled over the side of the loft, and now she fell into open air. Her world became empty except for the air rushing past her, and the floor she knew was rushing up to meet her. Her body would slam into the floor, crumpled, discarded, unwanted, like she deserved. If she could have just one more chance, she promised, she would be better for Applejack.
Hooves grabbed her waist. They hefted her back up over the edge, and she fell into Applejack’s warm chest instead. Applejack’s legs, strong and steady, wrapped around her.
“Whoah, there. I got ya,” she heard Applejack’s calm voice say.
Rainbow Dash pressed close to her marefriend, her real, actual marefriend, she decided. Her hooves shook uncontrollably. Applejack filled her empty, black world with something soothing and secure, stroking her back and holding her close. Dash felt her breaths steady.
“Easy now,” Applejack whispered. “Let me get ya out of those ropes.”
No! Rainbow cried. She pushed back and shook her head violently. She would show Applejack that she could be good for her.
“You wanna keep goin’?”
Rainbow Dash nodded.
A silence fell between them while Dash waited for her response.
“All right,” Applejack answered. She picked Rainbow Dash up and propped her on her hooves. “But I’m done playin’ around. If we’re doin’ this, you’re gonna do what I say, when I say it. No more of this actin’ like a little spoiled filly.”
“Mmmph,” Dash replied with another nod.
“Good.” Applejack put a hoof beneath her chin. “First things first, you don’t speak unless I say so. Nod if you understand.”
Rainbow Dash nodded quickly.
“Good,” Applejack repeated. Dash heard the scraping of something sliding across the wooden floor. She waited.
“Stand up,” Applejack ordered. Her voice was clear, commanding, steady, and Dash felt the tight grip of fear on her throat loosen more. Applejack would lead her, and Rainbow would do exactly as she commanded. “And just remember,” Applejack said, softening her voice, “you can trust me. I’ve got you.”
A sharp, biting pain stung her flank, and she heard the crack of the switch. “Straighter!” Applejack cried.
Rainbow Dash shot up, standing straighter than she ever had before.
“Better,” Applejack said. “But not good enough.”
The switch struck at the inside of Rainbow Dash’s thigh, and she felt an entirely different kind of warm tickle in her stomach. She straightened her leg. It still wasn’t good enough for Applejack, though, and the switch came down again.
She felt the switch’s bite in a dozen different places as Applejack corrected her posture or directed her to stand one certain way or another. Applejack ordered her to raise one leg, then drop it again. And then the switch. Turn her head to the side, then face straight forward. And then the switch. Hunch down, and then stand straight up. And then the switch, again. Dash felt the switch at every contradicting command, and the deep warmth inside her increased every time she tasted its sting, as the tightness in her throat dissolved.
Applejack was testing her, she realized, seeing if she really could do as she was told. Rainbow Dash’s mouth formed a thin line around the bit. She would show Applejack what she could do. She would do anything and everything she said, and she would never leave her again. The switch struck her side, and she quickly followed Applejack’s new command.
“Good,” Applejack finally said, the switch pressed hard to Dash’s cheek. Rainbow Dash felt a peculiar kind of pleasure from hearing her new mistress’s praise. “Now follow,” Applejack ordered.
Dash felt a tug on her muzzle. Applejack had picked up the leash attached to her bridle and begun to pull. Dash quickly hobbled towards the direction of the leash’s strain. Her bound forelegs made walking awkward and difficult, but she did her best to heed Applejack’s commands anyway.
Abruptly, her head was jerked to the side by the leash, and the switch lashed out at her flank. Dash yelped and turned to follow the new direction. The leash spun her head around again almost immediately, this time to the opposite side. With her forelegs bound, she couldn’t turn in time. Her legs got twisted beneath her, and with a startled cry, she fell.
Applejack caught her. “I didn’t say you could fall,” she explained softly.
She propped her back up, and Rainbow Dash felt Applejack’s strong muscles again, keeping her in line, and keeping her safe too.
Rainbow Dash felt the tug of the leash again, but this time Applejack stayed beside her. As Dash hobbled forward at the leash’s command, she leaned into her mistress. She still felt the bite of the switch when she didn’t turn quickly enough, or listen to a command, but Applejack mercifully held her up the entire time.
Dash knew that if Applejack hadn’t been with her, she wouldn’t be have been able to stand. Her world was wholly empty and blind except for Applejack’s warmth beside her and the guiding pull of the leash. She trusted that pull to lead her in the right direction, and she followed it without question. She let go of herself. She trusted Applejack to command her like she had never trusted anypony to do so before.
She felt the switch less and less as she learned to follow Applejack’s lead and read the tugs and jerks on the bridle. Applejack led her back and forth across the loft, a firm, but fair, teacher.
“Good job,” Applejack told after she had successfully made a full circle around the loft. Applejack gave her the command to stop. “Now, give me your forelegs.”
Rainbow Dash immediately held out her bound forelegs. Applejack held onto them, holding her up. Dash heard something scrape across the floor and towards her.
“Put ‘em down.”
Rainbow Dash lowered her hooves and felt the crate beneath them.
“Lower your head.”
Rainbow Dash dropped her head down without question, until it was nearly touching the short crate below her.
She felt the switch on her back legs. “Keep them straight!”
Rainbow Dash held her back legs up as straight as arrows.
“Hmm…” she heard Applejack murmur, as if appraising her form. Rainbow Dash kept her head down against the crate, and her backside taut up in the air, completely still. “That’ll do,” Applejack said.
Rainbow heard the sound of Applejack’s hooves stepping close to her. Then, Applejack’s breath, warm and moist, tickled her cheek. “Hey, sugarcube,” Applejack cooed, pressing her mouth to Dash’s ear. Dash felt the switch on her leg again, but it didn’t strike her this time. It gently stroked the inside of her thigh instead, up and down, perilously close to her wettening mound.
“I bet you think you’ve been actin’ pretty good, huh?” Applejack whispered.
Before she had a chance to answer, Applejack began suckling the very tip of her ear, and the switch moved up her thigh and pressed against the very edge of her marehood. Lightning shot through her body at the touch. Rainbow Dash gasped.
Applejack abruptly stopped, and the switch fell away. “But you’ve been a bad filly, too, haven’t ya?”
Rainbow Dash nodded hesitantly.
“And bad fillies get punished, don’t they?” Applejack whispered into her ear, voice smooth as silk. The switch came down hard across her rear end, leaving stinging, hot pain in its wake.
Dash yelped, but kept her legs straight and her head down.
“Don’t they?” Applejack repeated.
Rainbow Dash whimpered and nodded. She wanted this so bad, for Applejack to show her who was boss, to giver her the chance to give herself to her new mistress. Her legs shook with the heat and pressure that was quickly growing between her legs.
Applejack chuckled. “Then I guess I’ll just have to punish ya, now won’t I?”
The switch slapped her backside again, and Rainbow Dash cried a Yes! into the bit that came out only as a muffled whine.
Applejack’s muzzle drew away from her. The farm pony placed a firm hoof against the top of Dash’s back, right above her tail, to hold her still. The switch struck her again, harder than ever before, and Celestia, it hurt.
Rainbow Dash openly moaned through the bit, still pressing her face down against the crate.
The switch struck her again, and she felt its stinging, sharp pain. Again, harder. Again, the pain tore through her flanks, and again, and again, and again. With each strike, the pressure and the heat grew. The switch struck again, the same spot every time, hurting more with each slap. Rainbow Dash clamped down on the bit, clenching her teeth. Her bravado failed her, dwindled, and then disappeared. She shook harder and whimpered louder with each strike, submitting to her mistress's punishment. She slumped down against the crate, and it was all she could do to keep her backside up.
Applejack was spanking her with the switch. It was utterly humiliating and demeaning and she would never be able to look any of friends in the eye again if they ever found out she had willingly let Applejack do this to her.
She had never felt more turned on in her life.
The switch came faster and harder, and the pain increased with every strike. Rainbow Dash, tears forming in her eyes, knew her backside must have been both burning red and dripping wet. Pain and pleasure and humiliation mixed together in each slap, and coursed up and down her thighs, and clouded her head.
Rainbow wasn’t the only one. She could smell Applejack’s own growing arousal mixing with the scent of her own. Soon, as the switch slapped her tail end, she heard the distinct sound of another mare pressing a hoof between her own legs. Applejack let out a series of shallow, weak gasps, and brought the switch down on Dash again.
Now, with each strike of the switch, both mares cried out in unison, and the cries and strikes came still faster and more desperate. For Rainbow Dash, the combination of hearing both Applejack’s gasping and Applejack working her hoof on her slit pushed her to the breaking point. The pressure became unbearable, painful.
Finally, Applejack let out a long cry, and the switch clattered on the floor. Teeth suddenly sunk into Dash’s rear end, digging deep into the soft flesh of her ass. It was too much. The heat and pressure between Dash’s legs exploded.
But Applejack released her teeth, and the relief went as quickly as it had come. Rainbow Dash collapsed against the crate. Her breath came in desperately shallow pants through her nose. Her bound, sore wings still twitched with aftershocks of the mini-orgasm. It was completely unsatisfying, and Dash ached for something, anything, more.
Applejack fell on top of her, the wetness between her thighs pressing to Dash’s back and her forelegs dangling over her shoulders. Applejack huffed warm, tired breaths onto Dash’s ears, and the sensation only furthered tortured the already worked-up pegasus.
“You learn your lesson, now?” Applejack asked. She chuckled, and the vibrations of it reverberated in Dash’s back.
Rainbow Dash nodded weakly.
A dripping and sticky wet hoof slid down Dash’s neck and over her withers. “I don’t know,” Applejack said. “I think you might need some more.”
Dash nodded rapidly, and then shook her head. She didn’t even know how she was supposed to answer anymore. She couldn’t concentrate on anything other than Applejack’s warm body draped over her back, the moist spot pushed to her flank, and the wet hoof stroking her neck.
The hoof moved beneath her chin and turned her head until she felt her mistress’s lips just barely brushing her cheek. “How ‘bout you show me. Don’t make a single sound or move an inch, and I’ll know you’ve learned your lesson. Nod if you can still understand me.”
Dash nodded slowly. She had learned her lesson. Not make any sound or move? Easy. Just so long as Applejack didn’t tease her anymore.
“Good.” Then, Applejack nibbled at her neck.
Without her eyesight, the rest of Rainbow Dash’s senses had been heightened to dangerous, overwhelming levels. She was acutely aware of the harsh taste of the bit in her mouth, the musky, sweet smell of her dripping marehood, and the sound of Applejack’s barely perceptible moans as she nibbled her neck. She felt Applejack’s lips press to her coat, Applejack’s teeth bite down just hard enough to hurt, and Applejack’s mouth gently suckle at the sensitive skin beneath her chin. More than anything, she felt the horrible, wonderful pressure and heat build within her, without any hope of relief.
Rainbow Dash squeaked in protest, just barely.
“I said not a single sound,” Applejack reminded her, her breath hot on Dash’s neck. She didn’t stop though. Her mouth moved up Dash’s neck and settled on her ear. She licked across the inner oval of her ear, and bit down. At the same time, she began slowly but insistently grinding her thighs against Dash’s back, just above her tail.
Applejack’s moistness slid up and down her coat, and she moaned lightly. For Dash, the combination of the two sensations, Applejack’s wet slit on her back and her wet mouth on her ear, was absolutely unbearable. Rainbow Dash’s sex needed attention, and it needed it now. But she had given herself to Applejack, and her mistress had told her to keep quiet and stay still, so she simply screwed her eyes shut and pressed her face against the crate.
Applejack’s mouth finally moved away from her ear. She slowly worked her way down the back of Dash’s neck, biting, sucking, and licking, and still grinding against her back. Applejack’s hooves, one wet and one dry, reached up and down her stomach and chest and neck, exploring her entire body. Applejack reached her withers, and straightened up. She shifted farther down along Dash’s back, as if looking for a better angle, but all Dash felt was Applejack’s sex slide across coat again.
Abruptly, Applejack leaned down and hovered her mouth just above Dash’s bound wings. Rainbow whimpered as Applejack’s warm breath tickled her already hypersensitive limbs. She felt like her whole body might shatter at the barest touch to her wings.
Applejack did more than just the barest touch. She leaned in and licked all along the edge of Dash’s bound wing in one long, tortuous motion. Rainbow Dash’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, as liquid fire shot through her from her wing. She kept silent and still, though, besides her uncontrollably quivering legs. If this is what Applejack wanted of her, this is what she would do. She wouldn’t let her mistress down again.
Applejack’s tongue drew over and between each of her long, sensitive primary feathers, sending more spikes of fire through her chest. In spite of her efforts to keep them down, Dash’s wings strained painfully against the ropes. As Applejack continued working on her wings, alternating between gentle nibbles and hot blasts of air from her mouth, Applejack’s hooves moved from her stomach and explored further down her body. Her hooves reached her legs, and Applejack pressed the wet one against the inside of Dash’s thigh.
Rainbow Dash ground her teeth against the bit so hard she worried she would never be able to chew again. She knew she couldn’t keep herself under control much longer, no matter how hard she fought.
Applejack finally pressed her hoof against Dash’s sex, mixing what was left of her own fluids with Dash’s. Rainbow Dash squeaked pitifully again. Applejack stroked up and down her slit, sending electric sparks up her legs, as Applejack kept sucking at her feathers and grinding on her back. The hoof broke her will, and a long, deep moan slipped past Rainbow Dash’s grinding teeth.
The hoof immediately fell away. Applejack clicked her tongue disapprovingly. She stood up and stepped off of her. “Sugarcube, I told you not a single sound. I guess you really haven’t learned your lesson yet.”
Rainbow Dash lay collapsed and exhausted on the floor, sweating and dripping and drooling. Her wings shook and her legs twitched hopelessly. The barest amount of attention, and the pressure in her sex would have exploded. But Applejack refused to give her anything.
“Get up,” Applejack ordered.
Rainbow Dash couldn’t have obeyed Applejack’s commands any longer whether she wanted to or not, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore anyway. She tried to reach her hooves down between her legs to give herself some relief, but the bindings held her back. “Mmmph mmph mmmmph,” she whined, growing desperate.
“Shush,” Applejack said curtly. “You’ll get somethin’ more when you’ve earned somethin’ more. Now, get up.”
Rainbow Dash lay still. Get up? How could she get up? She couldn’t even control her legs anymore.
“Sugarcube,” Applejack said, leaning close to her, her voice low, “are you tellin’ me no?”
Suddenly, Rainbow Dash remembered her black, empty world, her world without Applejack, and the promise she had made when she fell off the edge. She wouldn’t make Applejack leave her ever again. She flopped her legs desperately, but her hooves couldn’t find any purchase on the hay-covered floor.
“C’mon, sugarcube,” Applejack insisted softly, gently nudging her shoulder. “You show me how good you can be for me, and I promise I’ll show you just how good I can be for you.”
Rainbow Dash fought through the overwhelming haze of lust and arousal that clouded her mind, and scrambled to her hooves. She would be better for Applejack. She would do anything for Applejack. She stood up, dizzy and off balance. She tripped.
But again, as she always did and as Rainbow Dash knew she always would, Applejack caught her. Rainbow pushed the aching desire out of her chest. This was for Applejack. Not for herself. She didn’t matter right now.
“Follow,” Applejack ordered, and pulled the leash again.
Rainbow hobbled forward with her. She put her trust in that warmth beside her, the only refuge from the cold darkness that surrounded her. Applejack would hold her up and keep her safe. And then—her mouth watered at the thought—she would show Applejack exactly how good she could be for her. She just needed to hold herself together for a little while longer.
They came to a stop. “We’re goin’ down the ladder,” Applejack explained. “I’m gonna pick you up, all right?”
Dash didn’t know why she bothered asking as a moment later, Applejack lifted her up. She lifted her up onto her back. “Hold on.”
Rainbow lifted her bound legs all the way up and over Applejack's head, effectively tying her hooves to Applejack’s neck. She pushed her muzzle into her mistress’s mane. Past the sweat and the spent lust, Applejack smelled nice. Applejack swayed a little from side to side as she walked, and then abruptly spun around and went vertical.
Dash held on tighter, now hanging over the side of Applejack’s back. She knew the only thing between her and the swallowing darkness, between her and a fall down to the hard ground below, was Applejack. Applejack was her safekeeper and her sentinel. Applejack would protect her like no other marefriend Rainbow Dash had ever had. She gave Applejack’s withers a small, thankful nuzzle.
They abruptly leveled out. “You can get off now,” Applejack told her, crouching down.
Rainbow Dash slid off and stood at attention, ready to do anything her new mistress might demand of her.
She felt a hoof stroke her cheek, and Applejack’s muzzle rested on her withers. “You know, sugarcube,” Applejack whispered into her ear, “I’ve been bein’ awful generous tonight, haven’t I?”
Rainbow Dash nodded quickly.
“You’ve been actin’ like a spoiled brat, but I just keep givin’ and givin’, don’t I?” Applejack ran a hoof through Dash’s sweat-matted mane, and the feeling sent a chill down her back. “Another pony would probably ask for somethin’ in return, but not me.” Applejack lightly kissed her neck. “Nope. Actually, I’ve got just one more thing I wanna give ya.”
Abruptly, the bit was pulled out of Rainbow Dash’s mouth. She moved her mouth freely for the first time since the night had begun. The rubber left a bitter aftertaste on her tongue. Applejack’s lips, warm and moist, pressed against her own, and then just as quickly pulled away again. “I’m gonna give you the chance to stick that dirty little tongue of yours down in between my legs,” Applejack breathed onto her lips. “How does that sound?”
Rainbow Dash’s breath caught in her throat. She nodded dumbly.
“You just hold still, then.” Applejack drew away. Rainbow Dash heard the sound of somepony stepping onto a bale of hay, and then rolling over onto their back. “Come,” Applejack ordered.
Rainbow eagerly followed the gentle pull of the leash, trotting forward.
“Stop.” Rainbow Dash felt the inside of one of Applejack’s hind legs caress her cheek. Just as before, without her sight, her other senses went into overdrive to compensate. Applejack smelled absolutely intoxicating. The musky sweet scent of pure lust, just inches from her lips, burned her throat. Her mouth began to water.
Applejack reached a hoof out and slowly pulled her pegasus’s muzzle forward, down and between her outstretched hind legs. Dash felt her whole face go warm. The smell of lust grew stronger and stronger the closer Rainbow came. Applejack stopped her when Dash’s muzzle hovered just over her sex. The honeyed smell was overwhelming, and Dash’s mouth watered uncontrollably. Her tongue lolled out. She felt the stirrings of her own arousal begin deep in her gut again.
“Now,” Applejack commanded. “Lick.”
Rainbow Dash licked. First, she lapped at the sticky, sweet juices that trickled from Applejack’s folds. Then, she slowly drew her tongue over Applejack’s wet mound, exploring her mistress’s sex by feel alone. She found her slit, and Dash hungrily dragged her tongue from its bottom to top. She parted Applejack’s folds with her tongue, and pressed inside.
Applejack let out a low, shuddering breath as Rainbow Dash’s tongue found her hard nub. Dash flicked at it, and then swirled about inside, exploring deeper. She pressed farther in, playing with the many folds that surrounded her mistress’s button. She eagerly licked and tasted every bit of her mistress she could reach. Applejack moaned and closed her hind legs around Dash’s head, pulling her pegasus ever deeper inside her. Dash eagerly complied and allowed herself to be drawn into her mistress’s sex. Applejack’s inner muscles and slick flesh convulsed around and against her tongue as she worked. She caressed Applejack’s inner walls with long strokes of her tongue, moving quicker and quicker.
Rainbow Dash felt an incredible thrill at knowing that she was pushing her own desire aside in order to give pleasure to Applejack. As she explored her, she concentrated on the spots that caused her mistress to moan and whine louder. Dash pulled out and wrapped her lips around Applejack’s button. She assailed it with her mouth, alternating between quick flicks and strong strokes of her tongue.
Applejack cried out. Rainbow Dash moved back in to work at her mistress’s nub again, but abruptly felt two hooves grab her head. Her muzzle was pulled up, and she opened her mouth to take a surprised breath. Before she could, Applejack’s mouth clamped around her own, yearning and desperate, breath overwhelmingly hot, and Dash moaned instead. She flicked her tongue out to meet Applejack, but her mistress’s own tongue grappled against her, and threw her aside. Applejack showed her absolutely no mercy. She pushed her down and forced her to submit. She swirled and stroked everywhere in her mouth, along her cheeks and roof, beneath and around her tongue, taking it all as her own. Applejack reached all the way in, lapping and stroking at the very back of her throat, until Dash almost gagged. And still Applejack wouldn’t release her.
Rainbow realized then. She was Applejack’s.
Through her mouth and her tongue, Applejack drank her in. Applejack drank in her mind, her body, and her soul, and all were Applejack’s. She was wholly and completely Applejack’s, for her mistress to do with her however she pleased. To keep her safe, to hold her, to support her, or even to abandon her. She was Applejack’s, and she would do anything to stay hers. She gave herself to Applejack, and with her, all of her fears and insecurities. Applejack took those from her, too. Dash wouldn’t have to worry about anything, not about impressing her friends, or whatever anyone else thought of her. All that mattered was Applejack. All she had to worry about was pleasing her mistress.
Applejack suddenly released her mouth, grabbed her by the chest, and threw her onto her back. She slammed her against the hard floor beneath her. Before Dash could so much as groan, her mistress’s legs clamped tightly around her head, not giving her even enough room to wiggle her nose. She would have cried out, but her muzzle was buried in between Applejack’s legs. She helplessly waved her own legs in the air.
“You hold still,” Applejack ordered her, sounding out of breath. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Rainbow Dash fell still as her mistress began to rock her hips, rubbing her sex against her mouth. Dash shivered with pleasure and moved her tongue in time with Applejack’s rocking, and Applejack’s moans grew louder. Applejack’s folds, slick with her fluids, mashed into her face, coating her in Applejack’s honeyed, sweet tasting essence. Applejack rocked harder and harder, now roughly grinding against her muzzle. Dash did her best to keep moving in time with her. She stuck out her tongue, and Applejack’s slit and clit shoved against it.
She could hardly breath as Applejack cried out louder, faster, and more desperately. Her mistress reached both her hooves down and grabbed the back of her head. She began roughly thrusting Dash’s head deeper inside, and she pounded her hips harder against her. Rainbow Dash knew she had become little more than a sex toy, serving only to pleasure her mistress. But she wanted to pleasure her mistress. She desperately flicked and rubbed her tongue in time with Applejack’s motions to push her to climax.
Suddenly, Applejack stopped rocking and clutched her thighs around Dash’s head so hard it hurt. Rainbow clumsily got her mouth around her mistress’s nub, and sucked. Applejack screamed.
A stream of fluid spurted into Rainbow Dash’s face as Applejack roughly ground into her mouth a last few times. Some of it made it into her mouth, and poured down to the back of her throat. But most of her mistress’s sticky sweet juices splashed into her face. It spattered into her muzzle, into her eyes, into her mane, and trickled down her neck.
Applejack finally released her head, falling over and lying by her side. Her breath gradually came slower, and she put a hoof over Dash’s chest. Applejack kissed her again, softly, gently, this time, and licked away some of the fluid that had splashed onto her muzzle. Rainbow Dash took a long, deep, happy breath.
A moist hoof stroked her cheek. “You’ve been an awfully good girl tonight, haven’t ya?”
Rainbow Dash murmured an incoherent reply, rolling over onto her side. Without Applejack to distract her, her own desire had come back full force. Her marehood ached for any kind of attention.
“A good girl like you deserves some kind of reward, doesn’t she?” Applejack whispered, and kissed her cheek.
Rainbow Dash merely whimpered.
Applejack stood up and stepped over her. “Get onto your back,” she ordered, her voice firm again.
Rainbow Dash rolled over so that she was belly-up, her hind legs crossed over her marehood.
“Spread your legs,” her mistress commanded.
Slowly, Rainbow spread open her legs, Just the simple act of opening her sex to the open air was enough to cause her to moan, she ached so badly.
“Spread ‘em further.”
Rainbow Dash opened her legs more, until her marehood was fully exposed.
“I said further,” Applejack demanded.
Rainbow stretched her legs as far as they would go. Her folds were pulled open slightly by the movement. An excited, involuntary shudder erupted between her legs and traveled up her stomach and chest, and escaped through her mouth. Applejack would have double-wide access to her sex now.
“Good,” her mistress praised her. “Now, don’t you dare move.”
Applejack placed a firm hoof against her chest, wet with sweat and her own fluids, and pushed Rainbow against the floor. Dash felt her mistress’s lips and teeth on her neck, just beneath her chin, kissing and biting. She was still so far away from her dripping folds, Dash groaned. Applejack slowly moved down. She suckled her neck, then her barrel, then her chest. She reached one of her nipples, and stopped. Rainbow Dash whimpered.
Applejack massaged the firm nipple with her tongue, and then wrapped her lips around it. She bit down, and Rainbow Dash cried out. If it had been anyone else, she couldn’t have taken anymore teasing. Her marehood throbbed, aching and desperate for relief. Her hind legs, stretched far apart and raised in the air, trembled. For Applejack, she would take it. But she didn’t know how much longer she could hold herself together.
Applejack released her nipple. She moved further down, but still far too slowly. She suckled and licked at Dash’s stomach, at her belly button, just below her belly button, just above her thighs. She reached her thighs, and stopped again. She bit into the thick flesh of her left thigh, painfully, deliberately slowly. Rainbow squirmed beneath her mistress’s ministrations, letting out an embarrassing series of squeaks. She couldn’t take anymore. She needed Applejack inside her so badly, her mind had gone numb.
Finally, Applejack reached her marehood. Rainbow breathed a sigh of relief. But again, to her ultimate frustration, Applejack stopped.
“Applejack,” Rainbow breathed out, “I n—”
Applejack blew a long, cool stream of air directly into her parted slit.
“Nnng!” Dash cried out. Her entire body spasmed with the euphoric, maddening sensation of cool air passing over her burning sex.
Applejack leaned in. In one long, tortuously slow motion, she stroked Dash’s slit with her tongue from its bottom to its top. Abruptly, she pulled back, and Rainbow closed her legs around her head. “Don’t stop, I’m so close!”
Applejack laughed as she easily pried her legs apart again. “I didn’t tell you ya could close these. Spread ‘em back apart.”
Rainbow Dash whined, a pitiful, desperate sound. “Applejack—”
“Spread them, now,” Applejack commanded, her voice firm.
Rainbow groaned in frustration, but obediently spread her hind legs back as far as she could.
Applejack chuckled and placed two hooves beneath her hind legs, and pushed them further up into the air. The movement caused more teasing, desperate shocks to flare in Dash’s marehood. “Now I want you to listen up, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once,” Applejack said, and Rainbow Dash could hear her smirk. “You’ll come when I say you can come, and not one second sooner. You understand?”
Dash bit her lip and nodded.
“Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way...” Applejack continued pushing her legs in the air, until her rear end was fully exposed. She dove in, but to Dash’s surprise and disappointment, she didn’t go for her marehood. Applejack went beneath her marehood, to somewhere else altogether.
Instead, the warm wet of Applejack’s tongue flicked across the outside of her ass. Rainbow Dash squeaked in surprise as Applejack massaged the outermost part of her second hole. She teasingly touched the edge, and then backed away again, toying with her. Dash didn’t even know what to think. It felt so different, and it was so dirty. But dammit, Applejack’s tongue massaging her ass felt good too. Suddenly, without any warning, Applejack rushed in. Rainbow Dash’s muscles clenched tight by reflex, barring entry.
Applejack pulled back. “Sugarcube,” she whispered, gently caressing Dash’s cutie marks, massaging her trembling flanks. “Just relax.”
Rainbow did her best to comply. She relaxed her muscles as much as she could, considering how badly she was aching for something more. Applejack grabbed her side, and slowly rolled her over onto her belly and knees. She dipped her muzzle back into her rear end. The warm wetness stroked at Dash’s ass again, but she forced her muscles to stay relaxed. Applejack moved in again. She eased inside of her this time, gently rubbing and stroking at her muscles. Dash relaxed more, and Applejack slipped fully inside of her.
She slid deep in, wriggling and twisting and stroking. She eased in, one inch, and then another. Dash squeaked, but in pleasure this time at the totally foreign and alien sensations. As Applejack’s tongue worked inside of her, those squeaks soon turned into long moans, and Applejack moved faster in response. She began to quickly slide in and out of her, stopping each time to give the outside of her hole a few extra long licks. Dash’s moans turned to quivering breaths. Applejack was working an entirely new kind of pleasure into an entirely foreign entry, but it still wasn’t enough. Dash needed something more if she was going to come. She tried clenching against Applejack’s tongue in time with its strokes, but that too wasn’t enough.
Her marehood ached. Fluids flowed freely down her legs and thighs in little rivulets that streamed into her already damp tail. Applejack’s new ministrations had provided some relief at first, but now they just teased her all the more, making the pressure and heat between her legs all the more unbearable. Applejack’s mouth was so close, so excruciatingly close to her sex, she couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Applejack, please,” she begged in a pitiful voice. “Please, please, I need you...”
Applejack pulled out, and Rainbow cursed under her breath. She had done it again. Why couldn’t she just keep her mouth shut for once?
To her surprise, Applejack didn’t chastise her. Instead, she grabbed her sides and forcefully flipped her all the way back over onto her back so that she was belly up again. “I guess since you asked so nicely,” she heard Applejack say as her mind spun.
“Oh, yes, thank you, thank you, yes, ye—nnng!” Rainbow Dash cried as Applejack’s hooves appeared on either side of her marehood and stretched her slit open so that Applejack had full access to her entire sex. She leaned in, always just too slowly.
“Now,” Applejack commanded, her mouth hovering so close that Dash could feel her hot breath on her quivering folds. “Come for me.”
She dove inside, and Rainbow Dash screamed. Applejack assaulted her sex, hungrily, almost violently sudden. Her tongue stroked at all the right spots, and Dash’s ache was replaced by a pure pleasure that surged up and down her body. Applejack’s mouth latched onto her stiff button. She sucked, and stroked, and nibbled. Rainbow Dash gratefully gave in to her mistress’s final command, throwing herself over the edge. She arched her back, her legs and wings straining painfully against the ropes, and screamed again.
The pressure and heat of pent up lust finally exploded within her, as she came harder than she ever had before. She soon lost herself to the blissful, thankful release of orgasm. Her mind completely clouded over, until she couldn’t think of anything but the talented, beautiful muzzle between legs, and her senses were overcome by a euphoric high. She thanked Applejack again and again in incoherent screams. Applejack rode out her entire release with long strokes of her tongue that came in time with the rhythmic waves of pleasure that rocked through Dash’s body.
Slowly, she came back down, only vaguely aware of the sound of Applejack swallowing and lapping at her fluids. Her bound wings still twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm. But a relaxing, satisfied, perfect kind of calm had fallen over her. Strong hooves wrapped around her withers, and her head rested on a warm, soft chest that rose and fell with easy breaths. The blindfold fell away, and Applejack’s face, smiling, dripping wet, and tired, filled her vision.
Rainbow Dash said the one thing she had been wanting to say all night long, since the very first time she had met Applejack, really. “You are so freaking hot,” she breathed, exhausted.
Applejack laughed and kissed her on the cheek. “Speak for yourself. Let me get you out of those ropes.”
Applejack moved to untie her bindings, but Dash held her back. “No, wait. Not yet.”
“You want to keep them on?” Applejack asked, eyes widening.
Rainbow blushed. “I, uh, kind of like them. Can you put the blindfold back on too?”
“I guess.” Applejack shrugged. “If you want me to.” She leaned over and grabbed the blindfold from where it had fallen on the barnfloor, and re-tied it around Dash’s head.
Rainbow Dash let out a relaxed sigh as the darkness took her again. She rested against Applejack’s chest. “Hey, Applejack? There’s something I wanted to tell you.”
“All right.”
Rainbow Dash swallowed. “Um, I kind of didn’t think this, uh, thing we’ve got going would really go anywhere, you know? Just sort of a bit of fun with a really hot, awesome friend.”
Applejack stiffened a little against her. Dash’s breath caught, and a cold silence fell over them. Finally, Applejack carefully said, “Okay.”
“But, not anymore,” Dash continued quickly. “Now… I don’t know, when you caught me, and held me up… it felt so...” Dash’s mouth twisted in frustration as she tried and failed to find the right words to describe what she felt. She wasn’t like Rarity or Twilight. She could never find the right words to say. Sometimes, she hated talking. “Ugh, it just felt right, like it would be really cool if you could hold me like that more often, because no one really has before. I don’t know, I know this sounds really stupid. I’m just really happy that I’m with you. Like, more happy than I’ve ever been with anypony else, and I think I might want to be with you for a really long time. A really, really long time.” Rainbow Dash’s voice trailed away as she let her words hang in the air. She was glad she couldn’t see Applejack’s face.
After a short pause, Applejack softened again. She held her tighter and nuzzled the top of her head. “Thank you, sugarcube. I think I might want to be with you for a long time, too.”
“Cool.” Dash leaned into her, breathing a sigh of relief. “And we’re gonna do this again, right?”
Applejack chuckled, a throaty rumble in her chest. “Of course. You really think that’s all I’ve got? I bet I know more ways to tie up a pony than you know ways to brag.”
Rainbow Dash grinned. “Sweet…”
She let her eyes drift shut beneath the blindfold. She smiled as she lay bound in the darkness, unable to fly, or run. Her marefriend that she hoped would be her marefriend for a long time after wrapped strong hooves around her, and held her close.