Poetic Justice
"No peeking!" Twilight laughed as she pulled the scroll away, deflecting your attempts to peer around and read the words inscribed on the opposite side, "It says everything has to be a surprise!"
You knew Twilight had been planning this for some time - though she'd wanted it to be a surprise, she was never subtle with her hinting. Certainly she'd never made you book holiday leave without explaining why before, awkwardly trying her best to pretend nothing special was going to happen.
When you'd walked in and found the main room of the library adorned with unlit candles, you'd known something was up. Twilight's plans always filled you with a curious mix of dread and anticipation - you were eager to spend time with the mare you loved, of course, but her more strictly planned evenings were like trying to perform a play in front of royalty, without ever having seen the script. One wrong line, and heads would roll.
This time, you'd had your own plan - you'd known it was coming at some point, and you knew exactly where Twilight kept her plans - in the box under your bed. You thought that she thought you didn't know about it, but Twilight wasn't very good at distinguishing you sleeping from you just silently enjoying her presence slash spying on what she did late at night when she thought you were asleep.
You turned around, finding Twilight standing at the bedroom door holding her plans for the evening close, with a sly grin on her face. You should have known better than to try and sneak past her - it was difficult enough when she wasn't on edge, but executing a plan always got her stressed and alert.
You raised your hands - she'd caught you red handed, you just hadn't wanted to disappoint her. Not like last time - you weren't sure whether it was a good idea to remind her that it took over a day to calm her down after her last planned night had been a complete disaster. Either way, you were pretty certain that tonight wouldn't include ordering a take-out, because those could be entire minutes late.
"Oh, don't worry about that!" she laughed, as if the very idea was laughable, "I've planned for every eventuality! You can't go wrong!"
As if to underscore the point, she opened the box behind you once more and pulled out another scroll. Then another, and another, and another, probably totalling about two dozen scrolls filled with minute writing you hadn't a hope of reading at the speed she pulled them past you. She was joking, right?
"Of course I am, I couldn't plan for absolutely everything, but I'm pretty sure I have everything with more than a 0.0000325% chance of occurring, at least tonight, so relax!" she said with a smile. You wondered if she'd planned for you trying to sneak a look at the plan, but immediately dismissed the thought - of course she had.
So, what was step 1?
"Oh, well, you got home earlier than usual so I'm not quite ready yet, but that's okay, I'll just lock you up here until 6, okay?" she explained with a straight face and a light smile. You laughed - you enjoyed Twilight's dry sense of humour.
"What?" she asked, cocking an eyelid and tilting her head. She wasn't joking. You sighed and assured her it was nothing, and she merely nodded and informed you "it'll only be a few minutes, so don't get too comfy!" as she closed the door, locking it with a faint magical field.
Well, that was awkward, you thought to yourself as you slumped down onto the bed. Hopefully this would be one of the nights that went well - much as you loved her, you'd be the first to admit Twilight didn't do well under pressure. She was much more comfortable on regular lazy nights, where she didn't have the stress of trying to stick to a script and could just relax and be herself.
Alas, she was never happy with that. No matter how much you told her that lying by the fire reading with her WAS perfection, she never seemed to believe you, and wanted to orchestrate something better. She had yet to succeed, even on the good nights. Maybe especially on the good nights, it was hard to feel natural when you knew everything was meant to be *just* right.
Proving Twilight hadn't been lying, the light red glow around the door faded as she called up to you, informing you she was ready and you could come down now. Jumping to your feet, you decided you may as well make the best of it and try and enjoy yourself - maybe Twilight wasn't lying, and she finally had planned for absolutely everything.
As you walked down the stairs into the library's main room, you noticed the main light had been extinguished, and the room was lit only by the generous sprinkling of candles littering the walls and table. You didn't ask whether it was a good idea to fill a tree full of candles, Twilight would only look at you like you were an idiot and inform you of a magical sprinkler system or something, like she did every other time you pointed out a potential disaster, from tripping hazards to overcooked food (Though given Twilight's inexperience in the kitchen, even enchantments that made it theoretically impossible to fail proved inadequate.)
The candles weren't the most striking addition to the room, however, not by a long way. The sight they illuminated was like Celestia's sun by comparison - Twilight hadn't wasted her time getting ready. There she stood, with an awkward grin on her face, and a plain yellow dress on her body, with her hair tied back, resting against the back of her neck. Her exposed coat was lightly peppered with sparkles, each speck reflecting the tiniest portion of candlelight and lighting her up as if she were a goddess. As far as you cared, she was - the dress hugged her body and accentuated all the features you loved about her, Rarity had done a fine job on it.
"Do you like it?" she asked, far too bashful than she should be. Most ponies would have taken the audible gasp as a sign of awe, but Twilight had to make sure. Of course you liked it, she was gorgeous. You had a lot of reasons for calling her gorgeous, ranging from the way your heart was set aflutter from the mere sight of her, to the things you'd love to do to her in that dress, to the little surprise you'd left in her dictionary many weeks back that she had yet to notice, because she, of course, already knew everything in it. You just needed her to argue.
As if on cue, Twilight nervously laughed and scratched the back of her neck with a hoof, slightly displacing her hair and knocking it back to the side of her head. "You know I hate it when you exaggerate" she mumbled, looking away and blushing for all she was worth.
Finally, you thought to yourself, you'd been fishing for this chance for weeks. Grinning back at her, you told her that maybe she should take another look at the definition of the word before being so sure she didn't qualify.
"Gorgeous, Adjective; Beautiful, very attractive, glorious, superb, grand. I'm no Rarity, but thank you" she quoted from memory while walking towards you, ending her sentence by nuzzling your hand. "Anyway, I've planned the perfect date! Nothing can possibly go wrong!"
Twilight, luckily, put absolutely no weight behind superstition, and could say things like 'nothing can possibly go wrong' without immediately calling forth a veil of dread as the ruination of everything became assured. You weren't so lucky, much as you knew full well it made no sense, neither did a lot of things in Equestria. Sometimes you thought she said things like that just to drive you crazy.
Just to prove your point, the sunset light from outside dimmed and faded until it was barely there at all, every window pitch black, not transparent. Though Twilight looked even better without the diffuse light of day marring the candlelights, the sun didn't just vanish for no reason, though Twilight hadn't seemed to notice it yet. Screeching perhaps a little too loud, you shouted for Twilight to look outside, for something was happening out there.
"Huh? Oh, no, that's just my shield enchantment. Celestia herself would need time to get through that, we won't be interrupted" she patiently explained, with a smile that mixed pride and anticipation in equal measures. Nobody getting in also presumably meant nobody getting out, making you hope even further the night went according to plan.
Twilight pulled a book out from a distant shelf and brought it towards herself, reading out the title: "Lascivious Literature, volume 4, by Lunar" Twilight read, "My own personal copy! And yes, I checked, that was Princess Luna's pen name, this book is an antique. Unmatched, in my opinion, today's works are so uninspired comparatively!"
Twilight was holding porn. Well, "Erotic Poetry" to use the more classy name she'd no doubt prefer, but smut served just as well. Smut written by the princess several thousand years ago. On a date. You had to admit, you'd often wondered what books, exactly, she would read while she thought you were sleeping, but you'd never been brave enough to peek - maybe now you knew. You wondered if she had the other volumes.
"Oh, of course, but the fourth is my favourite! Go on, sit down, I'll read you a few!"
Twilight had that glint in her eye, the spark of enthusiasm she normally only got from either a good research project, or a particularly imaginative bedtime idea. Either way, it was always nice, whether it was her happiness or her body rubbing off on you. Complying without question, you sat down on the floor and rested against one of the small piles of cushions, presumably put there for just that purpose. Twilight took the other, her purple coat and dress contrasting brilliantly against the bright white pillows, and the candles immediately behind her lighting the side of her head as if it were a halo - certainly she looked angelic with or without it.
Twilight cleared her throat as she flicked through the tome, carefully turning its fragile and well used pages, ensuring she didn't do any further damage. The light twinkled off of her stunning purple eyes as they flicked from side to side, scanning the pages and looking for something appropriate.
"Aha, this is quite a light one, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it" she started, propping the book up in mid air in front of her and starting to read.
"Midnight strikes, hoof falls;
Trailing down, never fails;
Moving smooth, towards tails;
Caress gently, handsome males."
"So, what'd you think?" she grinned, staring at you and eagerly awaiting a response.
It certainly was... something. Not something you understood, but something.
Twilight sighed. "It's a beautiful depiction of an intimate moment! Fine, maybe you just need something a bit less subtle. Pf, stallions." she snorted. You weren't quite a stallion, but you weren't about to correct her - even if the words she was saying were meaningless to you, the way she said them was captivating. Letting the words roll off her tongue, and taking her time on lavish pronunciations and careful mouth motions. She may have thought what she was saying was beautiful, but you knew the way she said it was.
"It's just one night of passion
yet another in the series
but this one is different, in a fashion
it's in the way he teases
One leg up, one leg down
wings tied side by side
as if he contested my crown
he laid waste to my hide
My body could hold it no more
I felt the heat explode within
nothing hurt, nothing tore
just the pleasure forevermore"
You opened your eyes to find Twilight staring over at you, head cocked to one side. She didn't need to ask - that one was better. You still weren't sure exactly what it was about, but it was lovely to hear her say it - it's not like not knowing what she was on about was a new experience, after all.
"Oh, come on! Does she have to spell it out for you?" Twilight protested, seeming almost insulted that you'd called the millennia old text vague, "it's quite explicitly about submission! I'd say you only think with one thing, but I think that'd actually help here."
Ouch. If you didn't know better, you'd think Twilight was a little too attached to the princess of the night.
"It's not that!" she sighed, shaking her head and carefully lowering the book to rest on the floor, "I just thought you'd enjoy it more! Maybe you just need some help, I have plenty of notes you could go over if you'd like?"
One skill you'd had to train in order to survive living with Twilight Sparkle was the ability to quickly think of a good excuse to get out of doing something impressively and overwhelmingly dull. While you were always happy to help Twilight with experiments, alphabetising her fungus samples while she was out gathering new plants wasn't really your idea of a good time. You felt bad leaving it up to Spike, but he seemed to enjoy it. More than you would, anyway.
Couldn't she explain it herself, you asked. Maybe with some practical examples, you added hopefully a moment or two afterwards.
"Hm, yes! That will do quite nicely, I think. How about a new one, then" she asked as she picked up the book once more and flicked through the pages, searching for something she could easily explain. "Aha, this one will do!" she exclaimed after a few moments of searching.
"Just one hoof, against her face" Twilight began, walking towards you with That Glint in her eye stronger than ever before, slowly whispering as she trotted into range. Sitting in front of you, she took your hand in a light magic grip, and guided it to the side of her face. "I know it's not a hoof, but we'll have to take some artistic liberties here. Luna couldn't have anticipated you, after all" she whispered quietly, letting her eyes close as each word sent her cheek brushing against your fingers.
"Just one nose, against her face" she continued, guiding your head towards hers with a faint glow and leaving your forehead resting against hers, slightly lopsided to avoid her horn. Each word she spoke sent a breath of hot air flowing over your arm and let her soft coat shift slightly under your light touch as you held her head in a hand, letting it rest against yours.
"Just one touch, against her lips" soon followed, immediately before she shifted her head forward to bring her lips against yours. Each and every breath she took landed on your skin, and every minor motion was easily sensed against your sensitive body.
"Just one tongue, against hers" she finished, breathing deeply into your mouth as the movements of her mouth brushed against yours, causing it to reflexively open and welcome her. Both of your eyes closed as she leaned a little further in, parting her lips as she pushed them against yours, letting you play out the poem by meeting her in a kiss. Your tongue pressed against hers, as preordained, as you felt her breaths grow heavier, blowing out of her nose and impacting against your cheek, driving you almost as wild as tasting the first tinges of her flavour as your tongues entwined and danced with one another inside their warm, wet surroundings.
All too soon, she pulled back, breathing heavily and once more resting her forehead against yours. Your hand hadn't moved throughout the whole ordeal, still cradling her cranium, though now slightly sweaty from your body's excitement. "Understand that one?" Twilight asked in a low whisper, speaking straight into your ear as she rested against you.
Figuring that it was time to have a little fun, you whispered back that you weren't sure, you needed another couple of examples to draw your conclusions.
"Oh, you're impossible" Twilight groaned, "I even acted that one ou... you were joking, weren't you? At least there are plenty of poems in here about embarrassment" she lamented, her blush of arousal supplemented by a rather less dignified kind.
"Well, let's try a longer one, then" Twilight suggested, picking the book back up and looking through the contents, "though you'll have to make sure to follow the instructions more promptly this time, I don't want to have to help you with all of it" Twilight continued as she flipped through the pages looking for her target. "Aha, here we go!"
"An impassioned shove, without malice" Twilight began, rearing up and kicking out with her forehooves, knocking you backwards and letting the large pile of pillows take your entire weight.
"Pressed against a chest, the hoof beckons" she continued as she walked onto the pillow pile next to you, coming to a stop with one hoof standing on your chest while she stared into your eyes, the book lying forgotten - Twilight knew this off by heart.
"A strong pull is not malice" she whispered, leaning down until she was barely inches away from your head, and pulling her hoof upwards, taking your shirt with it until she'd pulled it clean off your body, where she threw it away carelessly.
"And his wet heat reckons" she advanced, shuffling to the side and standing over you, straddling your body and kneeling down until her face was practically touching yours.
Taking a pause to prepare for the next verse, Twilight ran a hoof over your now exposed chest, tracing an invisible line along your flesh while her motions caused her dress to shift and ripple, the edge brushing against your naked side. It took all your strength to not pull her down and ravish her, but you knew she'd hate not being able to finish the poem.
"A well placed tail shifts down below", she said while lowering her tail to your pants and slipping it inside. The two of you had agreed to not using anything with a button or a zipper long ago, after the time when Twilight accidentally caught her mane inside of one. That was embarrassing for everybody involved, especially after her frantic pulling began to excite you a little more than it should have.
"With a flick, he is shown" she whispered quietly, pushing down with her tail and slipping your elasticated trousers down your legs, pulling the rest of them off with a small burst of magic, and leaving you completely naked.
"The cold air strikes, and causes grow; How long now, until a moan?" Twilight continued, neither sentence calling for much action - not that that made it any less enjoyable as she stood over you with her hooves lightly resting against your sides, staring deeply into your eyes with her lids half closed as if her eyes were a deep purple laser boring deep inside your soul.
Your desires were getting uncomfortable as Twilight remained directly above you, with the very tip of her tail brushing lightly against your inner thigh, and the poem's promise of "causing grow" proving quite truthful. Twilight leaned further down, drawing her tail upwards and tickling it against your enlarging shaft as she moved, bringing her head mere centimetres away from your ear.
"It's your turn now" she whispered quietly, speaking slowly and letting you savour her words before lazily pulling back, her tail following and teasing you once more as it returned to your lower thigh. Lightly clearing her throat, she began again. "With a push, he takes charge"
"With a push, he takes charge" she repeated, more insistent this time, in response to your inactivity. Oh, did "he" mean you this time? You were okay with that. Reaching up with both arms at once, you grasped Twilight around her sides and lifted her slightly, thanking her light equine frame as you rolled over, pulling her around and pinning her against the pillow pile while she softly laughed through the thrill.
You held her down through weight alone, pressing your entire body into her such that she could barely move, feeling her forelegs pressed into your chest as you stared into her eyes, doing your best impression of her penetrating stare. She stared back, gaze lingering over yours, and you remembered just how beautiful her eyes were, like purple pools and perfection and purity, twinkling against the candlelit backdrop. You tilted your head and moved in to kiss her, letting your eyelids close all the way as you crossed the short gap between your bodies.
Your lips met not the soft, warm skin you were expecting, but a cold slab of magic as Twilight blocked you. "Not yet, the poem didn't say to do that!" she insisted.
It had said to take charge, though!
Twilight responded in the same way she always did when what she wanted to say was "No, shut up, we'll fuck later" - a short, sharp, magical slap across the left ass-cheek. She was lucky you liked it, else it could have been quite emasculating.
Fine, fine, play it Twilight's way, hopefully the next lines are saucier.
"Oh, they are." she replied, matter of factly, with a smug grin on her face, "I chose this one specifically. The next one, too."
She let the magic field fade away as she closed her eyes, and continued to recite from memory. "With a brush, he takes my heart" she whispered, opening her eyes at the last word and staring up into you, waiting for you to play your part.
A brush, you thought. Okay, where? Through her hair? Her tail? Somewhere more intimate? Hair was probably the best bet. Lifting a hand, and pressing even more of your weight onto her, you slowly ran a few fingers through her mane, ruffling it and undoing much of her hard work styling it. You didn't think she'd particularly mind, her hair never made it through the night anyway.
She seemed to like it, moving and tilting her head to press against your hand and affectionately brush against it. "Though I can tell, he's quite large; His lovemaking truly is an art" she whispered, still letting you cradle her head in your arm. She fell silent for a few moments, each of her light breaths pushing against your body and tickling her coat across you.
"That means kiss me" she added after a few more moments of idyllic serenity. Though you were quite content to simply lie there on top of her, that wasn't an offer you were ever going to turn down.
This time you shed the slow entrance and went straight for the kill, throwing your head forward and "taking charge" as you held her in place with your hand, roughly starting the passionate kiss. Twilight's eyes fluttered closed almost immediately as you began, running your lips over hers as you pressed into her, almost trying to push yourself inside, forcing her into a new ravine in the pillowed landscape.
As your assault continued, you let your free hand begin to play over her body, grasping and groping every exposed area, squeezing her and prompting sharp gasps straight into your mouth as she felt the unexpected sensations. Finally breaking the kiss, you wasted no time in shuffling down and planting a fresh one midway down her neck, interrupting her heavy breaths with a soft sigh.
Moving onwards, you shifted your body to give your hands more room to manoeuvre, letting them spread across her body like honey spreading across a spoon, exploring every crevice and slowly running over ever hair on her body. Though your playful hands always drove her wild, and the light squirming as she gasped and moaned, rocking slightly against the pillowing proved tonight would be no different, you wanted to take it further. Ensuring your hands remained in motion, you began to trace kisses down her soft purple body, kissing the tips of her hooves as you passed by her legs, before moving on, layering soft smooches across her chest and down her stomach as your hands played havoc with her, lightly brushing and teasing every inch of her body.
Moving more slowly, your lips brushed against one of the two small teats, acting almost as goalposts for your descent into her pleasure. You could contain yourself no further, and as you let your hands trail down to the sides of her body, grasping her two cutie marks, you dived in, aiming for a kiss just as passionate as your first against her lower set of lips.
What you met was an all two familiar faint magic glow. What the hay, Twi?
"Ssh, not yet, that's next poem." she whispered, caressing your head in her glow and pulling your hands away. It felt cold without a Twilight pressing against you now, especially one that just blocked you so efficiently and casually. You hated it when she did that - screw the plan, just go with the mood already!
"No! The plan is important, how else would we know what to do?" she replied with irritation as she trotted out of the room, calling back that "this next one needs some equipment."
Equipment was interesting enough to temporarily clear your mind of irritation. Twilight didn't often need 'equipment', even to fill her more esoteric tastes her magic would more than suffice. You had no idea what she was going to come up with this time.
You were aptly surprised, then, when she walked into the room with a few items floating behind her. Two of them you recognised, and one of them you didn't. You weren't expecting any of them.
Twilight set the two spreader bars down on the ground in front of her, and casually opened the restraints with a wave of her horn, stepping inside and closing them back up, leaving her immobile and restrained. Twilight, what in Equestria are you doing?
"Well, you always complain I control too much, so I asked Rarity about it and this is what she recommended. I was sceptical at first, and to be honest I still am, but if this helps you I'll try it." she explained, struggling slightly to test the solidity of the bars. She was stuck fast.
You didn't recognise the third item, but anyway, weren't the restraints pointless given she could teleport?
"That's what this is for!" Twilight explained, grinning and holding up the small metal band, inscribed with tiny glowing equestrian lettering. "It's a unicorn binding clip! It's meant to suck all the magic out of anypony it's attached to, and use it to restrain them! It's an ancient enchantment from Luna's times, she put me in contact with a stallion who collects them!"
That wouldn't actually work on her, would it?
Twilight laughed, holding out the clip for you to take in your hand. "Of course not, I could overwhelm it in an instant - but like I said, it's an antique and I promised Luna I wouldn't damage it, so for all practical purposes it'll work" she said, casually talking about an artifact potent enough to strip a pony of their magic as if it were nothing. In fairness, it probably did amount to nothing for Twilight, but it was jarring nonetheless.
So what did you do with it?
"Just slide it over my horn, but be careful, it's very fragile." she instructed. Complying, you slipped it over her horn, watching her eyes close as she got used to the new sensation of something trying to dampen her abilities. A moment later she was fine - apparently it really was nothing to her. "Okay! Now you can't say I made you stick to the plan, I'm... actually pretty helpless like this. Huh." Twilight said, apparently only now realising the true purpose of all the devices she'd gathered.
She was right, she was pretty helpless. Her fear of disappointing a princess was more potent a magic blocker than any trinket could ever hope to be, and her body simply wasn't strong enough to break out of the two bars binding her legs together.
Why, gosh, you could do anything to her, and she wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop you, you whispered into her ear, tracing a single finger along her back and ruffling the hairs, leaving a clear line from her rear to her neck. Normally she'd fix that with a quick wave of magic, but that wasn't an option right now - she had to leave it be.
Twilight bit her lip, and her tail shuddered slightly as she mentally fought her body's instinctual desire to raise it. She hadn't expected that to feel so nice. That was okay, though, she'd planned for it being every bit as exciting as Rarity had told her. That plan was fairly straightforward, and probably one you would approve of.
"Mmm," Twilight sighed as you stroked another few fingers across her backside, watching as every light touch sent her tail upwards another few degrees, "now where were we?" she suggested, stopping the fight and letting her body take over, her tail swinging into position directly above her, like a mailbox's flag to indicate her arousal. As if you couldn't smell it.
Well, no, except this was all still part of her plan, wasn't it? She hadn't actually learned anything yet, though while she was here busy being a captive audience, perhaps you could teach her a lesson.
"Hey, where are you going? Hey!" she cried out as you walked away, making your way over to the small pile of scrolls making up her absurdly huge plan. Looking through for the one marked "Contents", you located the branch the two of you were currently at, and studied the options.
"Hey, put those down! Come over here and rut me already!" Twilight groaned, her mind too clouded to appreciate clever wordplay and far more focused on the burning heat of her loins you were quite pointedly not dealing with. After a few moments of reading, you discovered a common element in every branch leading away from your current node - they all involved you immediately giving in and roughly screwing her silly. You had to admit, that was a very tempting plan.
But she would learn nothing from it. You were going to teach her that deviating from the plan could be fun too, and you were going to enjoy doing it.
Picking up the book of poetry as you walked back towards her, you grabbed one of her pillows and set it down in front of her, just out of reach, before sitting down and starting to flick through. Twilight strained forward, lowering her head and trying her best to get close enough to your body to try and be persuasive, but ultimately falling short and, after a few grunt filled seconds of straining against her binds, she gave up.
"Oh, come on! This isn't how it was meant to be! You're not following the plan!" Twilight screeched, narrowing her eyes and staring at you as if she could bend you to her will even without magic. Honestly, most days it would have worked, but today you were determined to take this chance and teach Twilight a helpful lesson. Maybe she could even write a letter to Celestia, though hopefully omitting some of the specifics.
No, as gorgeous as Twilight was, you wouldn't lay a finger on her desperate little body until she admitted, just this once, that she was wrong, and you don't have to plan everything to have fun.
"But... then how would I know what to do if something unexpected happens?" she complained, flexing her foreleg like she wanted to stamp it on the ground and had forgotten her predicament.
You cleared your throat, and began to read.
"Ropes, chains, and gags abound
tie my body up and down
you'll not find greater pleasures around
than a strong, metal gown"
You were sure your voice wasn't anywhere near as alluring as Twilight's, and also pretty sure that with Twilight's mind completely preoccupied with trying to get herself off using her tail, thankfully blocked by her dress, neither of you really understood it. No matter, you could tell from her expression she was getting even more desperate.
"Please? I'll do whatever you want! Just... please!" she cried, the harsh look in her eyes giving way to a soft plea. You didn't know how much longer you could bring yourself to deny her, but she still hadn't said it.
"No! This isn't more fun, the plan said you were going to rut me, why aren't you rutting me yet?!" she responded, snapping back at your suggestion that maybe she'd like it better this way. A fair point, but you were pretty sure you'd never seen her tail wrap quite that far back around, and she'd never outright begged for it before - was she absolutely certain this wasn't more fun?
"I... hm." Twilight paused, thinking about what you just said, her eyes furrowing slightly in concentration. "I'll need to do more research into it. If I admit you have a hypothesis, will you PLEASE fuck me already?"
Yes. Yes you would. Standing up, your own arousal became all the clearer as your engorged shaft bounced around in front of you. You closed the book and leant over to carefully put it on the floor, knowing Twilight would kill you if you damaged it. Well, she'd kill you later.
She made a snap decision and lunged while you were distracted, managing to grasp the end of your penis between her lips, sucking as hard as she could to try and pull you back towards her before she overbalanced and fell to the ground. Luckily for her, your distraction left you unprepared and vulnerable to such attacks, and the book clattered to the floor as you stumbled towards her.
Taking her chance, Twilight began to rapidly work back and forth, forgetting all ideas about subtlety or foreplay and going straight for the kill, wrapping her tongue around your length as she quickly ran her mouth over it, taking it as far down her throat as she could without choking and lightly moaning around it as she began to lose herself in her task.
Your hands found themselves gripping the sides of her head, holding on tight and trying not to fall over under her intimate assault as Twilight continued, seemingly intent on either driving you mad until you had no choice but to reciprocate, or just finishing you off there and then.
Though your eyes were closed, you sensed a slight extra heat coming off of Twilight, and saw a faint red glow around her horn as she started to forget exactly why she shouldn't do that. You quickly pulled back, concerned for the clip's safety, and fell over against the cushion.
"Hey! What was that foh Celestia I started doing magic, didn't I?" Twilight realised as her eyes went wide and she tried to look upwards at the clip.
What had she said it did with the magic it absorbed?
"It" Twilight gulped, quoting from the notes it had come with "uses it to restrain the subject further in a manner suiting the context or situation"
No sooner had she finished than the clip sprung into action, winding magical tendrils out from its safe position on her horn. Within moments, they collected in various places around her head, delving into her mouth and expanding in a curious pattern, forming something very close to a ball-gag.
"Ooh! Ii ii ii-eh-ii-eh!" Twilight exclaimed, apparently not realising that having her mouth filled up meant she wouldn't be able to talk.
Did she want you to take it off?
"Uh-uh" Twilight grunted, while shaking her head. She flicked her tail in your general direction, indicating what she actually wanted you to do. Very impressive, accidentally activating the clip hadn't been in her plans at all - maybe she was listening, good girl. Good girls deserve a reward.
Twilight squeaked through her gag and her ears wiggled to signal her delight as you walked around behind her and grasped her dress by the seam. Even that far down, it was dripping wet, and you could tell from the stain she'd been getting more and more aroused this whole time. As if you couldn't smell it, even more strongly than before.
Peeling it upwards, you quickly let the rear end of her dress drop to her side to reveal her sopping wet marehood, the pink flesh a little puffy, and slick with her juices as she helpfully wiggled her rear at you, as if you hadn't quite understood what you were doing and needed a reminder. Her tail remained completely upright, resting over her back and completely out of the way, giving you free and easy access to everything you wanted.
Quickly, but not too strongly, you grasped her sides once more, drumming a light finger-beat on her cutie marks to watch the way her body shivered under your touch - her form so sensitive that the slightest touch felt like the most potent magic to her.
Going a little further than light touching, you slowly moved your body closer, bringing the head of your penis to rest against her puffy flesh. Immediately, you heard a moan, the gag in her mouth stopping Twilight from doing anything to withhold it.
Bracing yourself against her body, you slowly pushed forward, trying to appreciate every inch as much as she was. Her groan started out low, the moment you started to penetrate her, but grew in volume steadily as you pushed forward, slowly slipping yourself inside and feeling her hot, slick walls press back against you as her body desperately clings at the thing it needed, squeezing you and almost pushing you over the edge right there.
That would have been a disservice to her, though - you held yourself back, bit your lip, and continued, inch by inch until you finally felt yourself come to rest against her, and her groan turn to a short lived screech of pleasure as she felt herself become almost completely filled. Her tail jerked around as the sensation bounced around her body, evoking every muscle and causing her entire form to quiver. Including her horn, sparking just a little and giving the clip more power to strengthen her binds. It seemed as though the clip was quite capable of absorbing at least small amounts of her magic - you did hope she didn't end up breaking it, you could see it being very fun in future.
The future wasn't now, though, and you returned to the present in order to start your opposite stroke, pushing against her body with your hands as you pulled yourself free, slowly slipping out as her extreme arousal lubricated your journey so efficiently there was no struggle at all, save for her contracting walls squeezing and pulling and trying to keep you inside.
As if removing yourself caused her pain, Twilight's groan rang throughout the entire room, echoing off the walls and windows, varying in pitch and volume as she slowly felt less and less full. As you finally removed yourself completely, she let out a whinny, her body completely in control and desiring nothing more than you.
You were happy to give it, thrusting back in with more force this time, your exploratory probing proving she was well past just ready for it. This time you didn't take it slow, hilting yourself within moments and hearing the soft sound of flesh slapping against sodden hair as you slammed into her body, immediately prompting an unrestrained groan from deep within her throat. Without magic to sooth it, Twilight was probably going to feel quite sore when you were done.
Your thrusting continued as you quickly found a rhythm, pumping in and out of her like a piston as you varied the depth and speed with which you penetrated her, secretly trying to work out what thrusts produced what noises in an attempt to play her like an instrument, producing a chorus of moans, groans, and gasps on demand.
Under your rough treatment, Twilight let her neck droop as each thrust rocked her body, pushing it forward and sending the force down to her head, which was rocking back and forth to your beat. The gag was more than doing its job, as evidenced by the wet puddle of saliva gathering below her as her body started to lose control, the metal bars holding it in place even though her legs had long since given out.
As you continued, Twilight's music grew louder and more frantic as each thrust sent shooting pleasures through every cell in her body, filling her with sensation and driving her to the very peak of ecstasy, the heavy tingling spreading out from her rear as the feeling of an oncoming orgasm began to overtake her body, slowly making its way down along to her head. The instant it reached there, her brain was overwhelmed, and she produced an impressive, long groan as her body fell into spasms, her vagina clutching and contracting around you and tugging on you as well as it could, filling you with similar feelings.
You held on, doubling over onto Twilight's back as you put every speck of effort you had into not cumming, closing your eyes as your groan joined hers, though completely outmatched. As her body shook, losing control, so did her horn, glowing and sparking as her energies began to vent.
The bind began to glow, absorbing the light magic, and storing it up. Acting while Twilight was still in the throes of orgasm, and thus malleable, it shot out another thin rope, wrapping around her tail and pulling tight, forcing her head upwards and her tail even further around, holding her even more tightly in one position as it left her with nowhere to move.
As Twilight regained some conciousness, she let out a slow, happy sigh, still content and calm in her post-coital bliss. You decided to change that, beginning your thrusting assault once more and turning her quiet sighs back into throaty moans, this time all the louder for being delivered upwards into the room, not down into the floor.
Grasping onto her sides with all your might, you felt your worldview begin to collapse as you put all your effort into making Twilight moan, thrusting as powerfully as you could as quickly as you could bear, each stroke ending with an abrupt slam into her body, rocking her back and forth as her continuous low groan was punctuated with short, high pitched yelps each time you crashed into her body.
Even through one orgasm, Twilight's body was still sensitive, and her libido still hungry, and she quickly dropped into a complimentary rhythm as she tried her best to push back into you, though her limited freedom of movement meant that wasn't much. She had little problem standing there, supported by bars of metal, being as her notes had so eloquently put it, "screwed silly."
Your body could stand it no longer as one final thrust proved too much, and the rolling waves of pleasure overwhelmed you as your mind blanked out with pleasure, and you clutched close to her body as you tried to push yourself in as far as you could go, shooting stream after stream of red hot semen deep inside of her. The heat spreading inside of her, combined with your own spasming and the way your hands enthusiastically groped her ass, took Twilight over the edge yet again, your two groans mixing as equals as you fell against her, still subconsciously pushing in as her own orgasm milked you for all the cum you were worth.
You fell to the side, pulling yourself out with a wet slap as you stopped to really look at the mare you loved. Even as she was now, blushing, hot, sticky and sweaty, with saliva coating her neck, her own juices having matted the coat all down her hind legs and the first few drops of your semen beginning to drop out of her tight slit as it even now impotently spasmed and squeezed at nothing, she looked gorgeous. Even with the binding clip holding her mouth wide open, her head backwards, and at some point had gained a pair of blinders to ensure she could barely see, she looked absolutely, completely gorgeous.
Then you realised you didn't have the slightest idea how to get her out of it all.
"Uhh!" she groaned.
Yes, Twilight, you knew she was happy, but how could you get the clip off?
Twilight let out an exasperated, though still exhilarated sigh. "Ull ii!" she grunted. Pull it, maybe?
"Uh-huh!"
So you did, giving it a light tug with your fingers and watching in wonder as the magical tendrils binding Twilight retracted back inside of it, and it slipped off without issue. Twilight quickly undid her shackles and slapped you with a magical hand, forcing you to the floor and jumping on top of you.
"That was for not following the plan!" she warned, standing on your chest. A moment later, her eyes softened as she stepped off and picked you up, carrying you over to the larger pile of cushions.
"This is for showing me that can be fun too" she admitted, dropping you in the middle of them and falling in beside you, nuzzling your neck as she gripped hold of you and closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep.
Falling asleep in each others arms was, of course, the last stage of the plan. But then, that was always the last stage of every plan.
