A Big Surprise
Pinkie Pie looked left and right. Carousel Boutique was dark and still, except for the soft sneeze of somepony across the room. "Shhh—" She had to cut her admonishment short, the sound of hooves outside echoed loudly.
"Sweetie, whatever has gotten into you? I was just going to visit Applejack to order more…" Rarity wasn't as good at sensing general things, as Pinkie Pie was, but she felt an imminent sense of "social danger" that at first put her into a bit of a panic, until she fought it down.
Good work, sister. Valiente's mental voice was soft, she was bound in velvet ribbons within Rarity's mind. The duplicate of Rarity's soul, forged by dark magic into a whole other being within her, gave only comfort to Rarity. But you just know Pinkie Pie is hiding behind that sofa, right?
Rarity began to turn, to look through the gloom at the sofa Valiente had indicated. When the lights in her boutique came on, before everypony stood up, before even Pinkie's cannon fired, she knew this was some kind of surprise party.
"SURPRISE!" Nopony disappointed Pinkie Pie, nearly everypony in town managed to dive out from behind cover at the same time to yell the word.
Batting her lashes in mock surprise, Rarity looked around at the "Happy Birthday" banners, the balloons, even the huge cake. "Darling, this is wonderful." Rarity didn't hold back from hugging the pink mare. "But it isn't my birthday."
"Of course not, silly-billy," Pinkie Pie giggled and put a party-hat on Rarity's head, "it's Valiente's birthday!" She unloaded her cannon again, shooting streamers and confetti in a wide arc.
It is? Valiente tried to lift her head inside Rarity's mind, but the ribbons kept her bound. She… she threw a party just for me? Shock and surprise registered, along with an absolute need to hug a particular pink party pony. She didn't have to ask, her sister relented. The changeover was smooth, Valiente reached out a hoof as Rarity passed her, tracing from Rarity's neck, all the way down her sister's spine to her plot. Thank you, my heart. "Pinkie?"
The change in tone was obvious to Pinkie, she knew immediately that Rarity was gone, that Valiente was the mare in control. The way the white unicorn stood, the way she looked, the way her eyes moved—was different. But if all that wasn't enough, it was the quick movement forward, the soft lips pressing to Pinkie's own, that really gave Valiente away. The kiss was there and gone again, faster than even Rainbow Dash could fly. "Valiente! Happy birthday!" The kiss didn't phase Pinkie one bit, she bounced in place.
She is anything but innocent, we both know that. Rarity stood inside her own head, watched her sister enjoy her party. Ribbons, pretty and matching her mane and tail, snagged Rarity's legs first, spiraling up them, twisting around in opposite directions to form long sleeves of woven, glossy fabric. The pull was impossible to fight, Rarity was drawn down to the ground. She squirmed only a little as yet more of the ribbons flung themselves over her, wrapping her body and legs up snugly, then weaving together and forming a bow at her withers.
"How did you know?" Valiente levitated a glass of apple cider across, sipping at the spicy drink.
"Well, that was easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy! You see, I sent a letter to Twilight, but she couldn't remember. So I sent a letter to Princess Luna, but she was too busy looking after Twilight. So I sent a letter to everypony in Canterlot. I am still waiting for a few to get back." Pinkie tapped her chin. "But I found out the exact day you first talked to Rarity."
"So many letters, for me?" Valiente couldn't help but blush, it was one thing to be tolerated, another to be accepted, but this was more of a welcome than she had dared hope she would get. "How many were angry?" she asked, grinning conspiratorially.
"About half, I learned some new words from some of them, do you want to hear?" Pinkie's bounce seemed to continue, as if she could never be distracted from having fun.
She is nervous. Rarity squirmed a little in the ribbons, but they were more than up to the task of keeping her bound. Pinkie tries to hide her worries, but she has a tell.
I think our friend should be allowed to hold her secret for when she wants to reveal it. Valiente spoke the words to Rarity, in their head. In the physical realm, she took another sip of cider. "So, what games do we have to play?" Her eyes brightened when Pinkie almost exploded on the spot. Now I am intrigued.
"Time for the cake!" Pinkie laughed and fired her cannon again.
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The party progressed, with Valiente ensuring she greeted everypony, even her "little sister," who was in on the surprise. At last, however, the first guests started apologizing and departing.
"Once everypony is gone, I can give you my super-duper amazing present."
Pinkie Pie's voice startled Valiente, it was so unlike Pinkie that it actually put her on edge. It had felt like the pink party pony was literally running her tongue down Valiente's spine, it all came from Pinkie's chest, deep and sensual. She looked around for Pinkie, but she was already across the room, herding more ponies from the boutique.
"I-I-I am going to spend the night at Apple Bloom's house." Sweetie Belle looked up to Valiente, then across to Pinkie, who winked at her. Smiling more, she jumped forward into Valiente's hug that was waiting. "I love you, big sisters."
Valiente squeezed the filly. I almost cry every time she calls us that. She gave Sweetie a chaste kiss on the forehead. "You go and have fun."
The moment the giggling filly was out the door, Pinkie was beside it. Showing attention to detail, she turned the lock closed, securing the only exit. "She can go and have fun, but you are staying to have yours." Pinkie turned on the birthday mare. "It's my special talent to know just what to get somepony. You," Pinkie trotted up to Valiente and poked the unicorn on the chest, "were a big problem.
Unable to even see where Pinkie pulled the collar from, Valiente felt when she reached up and quickly, expertly fastened it around Valiente's throat. The clasp gave a loud click. S-S-Sister? Valiente's mental voice was uncertain. Why would Pinkie Pie be fastening a collar around our throat and— She cut off, her physical voice giving a squeak of shock. She had certainly not been ready for the crop that impacted her left plot.
"I said, 'Get on the bed.' " Pinkie lifted the crop again with her hoof, but to her delight Valiente was scurrying toward the bed. "Good birthday-filly." Pinkie had to fight not to crack up, this had taken a lot of work to learn, and she was dedicated to making sure her friend had the best night of her life. Trotting up behind Valiente, Pinkie stopped and watched as the unicorn climbed up and started to roll over. "Stop! On your belly, back legs back, forelegs forward."
Valiente didn't dare turn to look at Pinkie, she was the essence of submission, and although she wanted to beg her pink pony mistress for more, she held back. She felt Pinkie grip her right-back hoof, touching it, feeling it. Slowly, Pinkie worked up her leg, tracing the angles of her body, then working over her rump.
"Oh!" The gasp was of pure delight, Valiente had lifted her tail on instinct, and apparently Pinkie needed to check every inch. As the soft frog of Pinkie's hoof found her vulva, she ached to move, to push back, to get everything Pinkie would give. The moment she moved, however, the touch was gone and in a heartbeat later the crop came down again—across her other cheek.
"Tonight, you are mine." Pinkie had rehearsed, she would never say these words to her friends, but this particular friend needed to hear them more than she needed air in her lungs. She had spent hours in front of a mirror, reading the words out, but something was very different saying them to Valiente directly, she felt that she meant them. Running her hoof up Valiente's spine, Pinkie continued, "You will only call me Mistress Pink, and the last word from your mouth, will always be 'Mistress.' Am I clear?"
Staring at the bedhead before her, Valiente first just nodded her head. This wasn't a dream, this wasn't a fantasy.
It actually was your fantasy, darling. Rarity gave a slight titter. I can't stop seeing them in the back of my head when you daydream.
"I said, 'Am I clear?' " Pinkie brought the crop down again, striking over the top of the first mark.
"Yes Mistress!" Valiente had longed to say those words. She had ached to say them. They had been everything she always wanted to say, to her friends, to anypony she loved. "Yes Mistress, I will always call you Mistress Pink, Mistress." She gave a happy sigh when the crop rubbed from her sore plot, over her vulva.
"Poopie." Pinkie tapped the inflamed and swollen nether-lips with the crop. "If you say that, I will stop. Do you understand?"
Valiente was already nodding. My own safe word… "Yes Mistress, Poopie is my safeword, Mistress." She actually felt a good swoon coming, and she would never have expected Pinkie to be the cause of it.
You seem quite distracted by this. Dare I think that Pinkie Pie has tamed my sister? Rarity only let Valiente hear her fading chuckle, not her whimper as the ribbons pulled a bit tighter. Anypony would think you like using the word "Mistress."
While Rarity spoke to her, Pinkie had been at work. Valiente saw that there were the most delightfully embroidered scarves spiraling around each of her forelegs, tied to the upper two posts of the bed. She didn't have quite her sister's full love for fashion, but she could spot quality when she saw it. A tug at one of her back legs was Pinkie fastening that, similarly.
With just one limb to go, Pinkie felt real excitement. She took out the last of the softest scarves she could find in Manehatten, and bound Valiente's remaining limb to the post. Her pet was spread out on her belly, no way to fight or get free—and it made Pinkie want to "party" all night. "Tail up." With one hoof Pinkie raised Valiente's tail so it was arched high, the other forehoof brought the crop up and under it, pressed to her dock. "I don't want to see that waver an inch."
Valiente's throat was tight, she could barely say the words she needed to, that she wanted to. "Yes, Mistress." Each time she used the title, it wound her tension a little tighter. She was like an alarm clock with no hands, whatever the release would be, the timing would be a surprise.
Fastening the straps of a new toy to herself, Pinkie checked it out by standing on her back legs. She couldn't help but giggle at the big waving dong. Her giggle turned to her own needy sigh a moment later; the only one she had been able to find had a base that had to fit inside another mare, her.
Not knowing what was coming, Valiente had resolved not to look around unless told. When the thick shaft prodded her vulva, she broke her promise and looked back. Her eyes were wide, Pinkie had the biggest strap-on she had ever seen and was just about to—
Pinkie dug the toy into Valiente nearly halfway, she watched the white mare's face melt into bliss as she was filled. "You like that?" She pulled back and shoved forward again, feeling a slight mirroring of the feeling through the insert within her.
"Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress. Please don't stop, Mistress…" Valiente's head was slumped on the bed, she was bound and being screwed, and it was with a pony she trusted to do those things. It was perfect.
"You know what, you talk way too much." Pinkie pulled back, dragging the toy from Valiente. Stepping forward, she held up a complex array of straps, with what looked to be a big ball-gag in the end.
Valiente knew what it was, were it any pony but a friend, she would shy in worry from the bridle. But it was Pinkie. And besides, it looked deliciously tight. When the ball of the gag was held before her mouth, Valiente opened wide for it. Pinkie started pulling the bridle over her head, and Valiente couldn't help but push forward into it. Waving the big toy under her belly left and right, Pinkie hummed while she finished fastening the bridle. When at last it was snug, Valiente lifted her voice and cried out in pure happiness, though only a bare whimper got past the gag.
Pinkie was following her script, she mostly kept to the timing, but she was starting to ad-lib. "Much better. Now, I can focus on plowing my pet." The word, the feeling of dominance it gave sent a shudder down Pinkie's spine. At first she thought it was her Pinkie Sense, but when it just seemed to make her already warm depths hotter, she knew better. She is my pet, my beautiful pet.
There was a flaw in Pinkie's plan, that Valiente could clearly see, but it was a little one. She couldn't use her safe word with the gag in. In a way that added to the wonderful situation, a slight sense that she was going to be used and played with, and she had no way to stop it. It was a fantasy within a fantasy.
Grinding her hips forward, the toy going all the way into Valiente, Pinkie heard the rude sounds, and felt the feedback the toy inflicted. She wasn't even thinking straight now, simply bucking Valiente's plot, stuffing the toy in again and again. What she didn't realize was that in her exuberance, she was bringing the crop down against the three diamond's on Valiente's flank each and every thrust.
Neither mare was set to last too long, each was in a fantasy that worked between them so well, it had made for an instant connection. When Pinkie's passage started to tremble, she fought on to keep her pace.
Valiente couldn't hold back a moment longer, the constant strikes on one side had broken the threshold between pain and pleasure, and as her body hit its peak, the sting only added to the moment. She screamed, she groaned, she moaned, and whimpered; not a sound was heard, even when the pink mare atop her collapsed forward, the gag was perfect.
Breathing heavily, Pinkie rubbed up and down Valiente's sides, from her shoulders to her belly. She felt whatever part she wanted to, and it made her giggle. "All mine!" She shifted her hips, then jerked back. Looking at the mare, her eyes landed on the welts on Valiente's thigh. "Oh no… no no no no! Oh Valiente I am so sorry, you should have said poopie if I was hurt—" She cut off, finally realizing her mistake. Trembling like a leaf, Pinkie rushed to unfasten the bridle, pulling it off her friend's face. "Are you okay? I will take you to the hospital and…"
"Mistress Pink." Valiente looked up at Pinkie Pie, her flank hurt a little, now the orgasm had faded, but her afterglow was still blurring the lines enough that it wasn't bothering her. "Your pet is perfectly fi—" She had never seen bondage undone so fast. The scarves were whipped free seemingly all at once and she was pulled into a tight hug.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just trying to give you a night you would enjoy, but then I started having a little too much fun and it felt good to just keep the act up and then I wanted to gag you and it…" Pinkie gasped for a breath. "It seemed right to give you a little more of the crop and then I didn't realize I was giving you a lot of the crop and now I saw that I gagged you and how could you use your safe word if—" There wasn't a lot that could stop Pinkie mid-outburst, but a kiss from Valiente was now on the short-list. She stared into the mare's eyes a moment, until they closed, a serene look of submission coming over the white unicorn.
The grip around her tightened, Valiente felt the legendary strength of Pinkie pin them together, holding the kiss. When Pinkie's tongue shoved at her lips, she had no inclination to halt it, and opened her mouth to invite the invasion.
The kiss, like all truly good ones, had to come to an end. Also, like all good kisses, it was over too soon. Valiente's lips ached for more, she felt Pinkie's tongue slowly pull back and out of her mouth. "I was safe, Mistress." It was a speech habit that Valiente hoped would get Pinkie's excitement back, and it did. "You left my horn uncovered." She took one of Pinkie's hooves in her own, slowly lifted it up and kissed it, then she raised the hoof higher still to touch her horn. "This is my safe word with you, Mistress." But Valiente felt a stirring inside.
You wouldn't stop her. There was no heat in the accusation. Pinkie could choke our pretty throat and you would smile up at her. I am your safety net, Valiente. Rarity squirmed briefly in the ribbons again. Tell her. The words were like a command to the deeply submissive Valiente, Rarity felt her sister was even more-so than normal.
"Mistress Pink. Rarity wants me to tell you that if you ever overstep, she will tap out for me, Mistress." Valiente saw the look of worry finally leave Pinkie's face, the smile that replaced it was like looking into the sun. Valiente lost herself in the tight embrace of her new mistress.
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"Pinkamena Diane Pie!" The crier got the attention of everypony in the throne room, although the pink earth pony that walked slowly up the carpeted floor—each step a stately and somber, careful pace—was less overwhelming.
"Pinkie Pie." Princess Celestia smiled at her visitor. "What brings you to Canterlot?" She eyed the oddly serious-looking mare, knowing her to be acting very different from her normal boisterous self.
Pinkie brightened a little, smiling to Celestia. "Well, you know me, always doing crazy stuff… she looked to Celestia's left. "Buuuut, it isn't you I was here to see, Princess Celestia." Her eyes locked onto Luna. "I have come to buy something."
Celestia looked to the side, at her sister. "Curious, and what is it you were going to sell, Luna?"
"W-We don't know." Luna, Princess of the Night, looked back at Pinkie Pie. "What have we that you wish, Pinkamena?" She felt the gravity that the little mare brought with her, and felt it her duty to maintain it.
"Valiente says you own her, her and Rarity." Pinkie took a deep breath to calm herself, looked up at the startled eyes of two princesses. "But if anypony is going to own my Valiente, it will be me."