Title:           Hidden x Lost
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 10th of October 2015 07:58:30 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 10th of October 2015 07:58:30 PM CDT

"Hidden! Where are you?" Lost Art called out for her sister. This old house was rather small, yet the not very smart pony had amanged to get herself lost somewhere. Lighting her horn, Lost walked through the darkened interior, shuffling along the carpeted floor, enjoying the soft feel of plush shag on her tired frogs. Going through the floor, Lost couldn't find her aptly named sister. Returning to the foyer, she noticed a section of the wall was ajar, that it was in fact a hidden door that had mostly shut on itself. Knowing her sister all to well, Lost trotted over, carefully pulling the door open in her blue magic. Beyond it lay a lit stairwell descending beneath the foundations of the home, at the bottom was another alcove with a door held open on its hings. Lost could now her sister mumbling and fretting in struggle against something. Levitating out her laser pistol she moved quietly down the steps, holding them still in her arcane grip so she made no sound. Turning the corner, her spectacled face turned crimson at the sight. Her younger sister had gotten herself stuck in some sort of rope mess that left her to present herself quite sexually.
"Lost, oh thank buck you're hear. I seem to have, uh, got myself in a problem again." the green maned pony blanched. Lost just stood rooted there, her light lavender coat not hiding the blush under her fur as many thoughts flooded her mind.
"Lost, hey sis! Snap out of it. I can't get out of this on my own."
Lost stopped, looking around the room, seeing all the toys, the whips, the hoofcuffs, and many preserved bottles and things that would twir and wurble when turned on. Something in her clicked, she knew what she needed to do.
"Oh Hidden, you are such a careless pony. Always rushing head first into things. I think its time you learned a little discipline." she said in a sing songy voice as she approached an armwa she hoped would have what she wanted.
"L-Lost what are you doing? I don't need discipline, I need to get out of these bucking ropes!" She emphasized her point with more thrashing in the air, succeeding in only swinging around. Watching her sister, she saw her pull out a number of black rubber clothes and begin to slide them on, the rubber adhering to her supple frame in a very close fashion. Hidden realized what was about to happen, and she knew she was a very very naughty and foolish pony.