Applejack grunted as she slowly came to from her lapse of consciousness. One minute she was walking through a park in Vanhoover with Rainbow and Pinkie, she and the others visiting the city with Rarity who had a fashion expo to attend to, the next, there were a group of ponies, a sharp hit to the back of her head, then nothing. As her eyes begin to open, she realizes something. Why is the world upside down, and why was she in some sort of warehouse? She then gives a quick look around, only to notice one thing: Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, gagged, strapped into a straitjacket, stripped to just their panties and socks, and hanging from their legs on hooks held up by some form of magic.
 
She looked up, finding herself in the same predicament. She began to squirm and struggle, trying to get out of her binds, but to no avail. It seems they made sure to make them especially tight for her. Her attempt at an escape was interrupted though as the door to wherever they were was shoved open, spilling light into the room beyond the light above them. In the silhouette of the exit, two mares walk in, and they seemed to be carrying something between them. As they approach, another light turns on next to them. The two ponies stand on the edges of the illuminated area, one of them calling on their magic as a horn glows orange. As the three mares watch, their eyes go wide as they what is brought into the light.
 
Two more of their friends are suspended under the lamp. Twilight sparkle and Rarity to be exact. The last time any of them had seen them, they mentioned that they were both going out to grab dinner together, the two of them four months into a relationship as marefriends. Unlike the others, they’re bound together on the same hook, connected in an endless kiss with a double gag, their magic blocked with inhibitor rings, and just to be on the safe side, their clothing replaced with anti-magic latex jackets, panties, and stockings. Twilight’s eye looked over, focusing on the others, panic clearly written in it, while Rarity seemed less worried, almost as if the was enjoying the predicament.
 
With one final check of the spells suspending them, the two mares chuckle a bit as they make their way back toward the doors. They stated that they should get comfortable, as they had one final pony to add to their collection before they could put out their ransom demands, betting that the crown would be more than willing to pay a pretty penny for their national heroes. They walk out with a laugh, closing the door, leaving the five mares to their devices, and their concern for Fluttershy’s safety.