It was raining in the Crystal Empire. Pouring like crazy, really. Tiny rivers of water cascaded from rooftops and spilled into crystal city streets, pooling into puddles that glistened like gold to passersby. The rain echoed harmlessly along the Crystal Towers of the Crystal Castle. The differing shards of material had all been shaped and crafted into the roof which made an impressive melody when the rain splattered onto the shingles. A calming, soothing, spiritual chime that seemed to sculpt itself around the little purple unicorn who had been sound asleep before the rainstorm had woken her up.

The very night Twilight had arrived in the Crystal Kingdom was the night Twilight wanted to leave. She wanted this mystery over and done with and she'd tried to head right to the library and get to work. Her friends could be in danger, and she didn't have time to waste, after all. She did, however, require access to the castle's private library, which meant a brief, if not cheerful reunion with Cadence.

Regardless of Twilight's pleas, however, the Alicorn refused the little unicorn access to the library until morning, stoically reminding Twilight of the time it was when she arrived.

"You look exhausted, and you can't be planning to spend all night pouring through old tomes! I insist you get to bed, and get a fresh start in the morning!" Cadence echoed in Twilight's memory. Twilight gave a helplessly relaxed sigh and closed her eyes. Cadance had a point. She was tired. Exhausted, even, and this? This was paradise. The large four corner poster bed in the guest suite had been enchanted with a "Liquid relaxation spell." The high stock, top shelf sort of spells only Canterlot nobles and ponies with far to much money could afford. The material was like silk, drifting and pouring over her body like liquid. Like a silvery blanket and sheets that contorted themselves to your frame with every movement. Even sitting in the bed felt like floating in a pool. The blankets and sheets shifted with her movements, firming when she drew them up to her body, and floating back into it's weird pooled shape when she let go.

The rain lazily cast runny squiggles and complex designs on the semi- transparent skylight in the middle of the room. Muted from the outside, Twilight could faintly hear the jingling chime of the rain itself as it splashed over the roof. She had to admit- she needed this. Badly. Just a day to get away from the drama and the kidnappings, the crazy sex fiends and mad plots by secret groups bent on destruction. She needed this, if she wanted to combat the creeping threat that was Sombra's Circle of Sorrow.

Shifting her frame gently underneath the blankets, Twilight gave a wide yawn and sluggishly scratched at an itch. A good night's sleep was in short supply, these days. What, with the kidnappings, Luna's weird dream magic, and the rampant sex. It was almost so much that Twilight didn't even realize how badly she craved just a regular night of sleep. The pouring rain was just a reminder how important it was that she recognize she was safe. She was miles and miles away from Ponyville, and the changelings, and whatever wanted to hurt her. She was, for the moment, safe and secure, and well protected.

The was almost enough to put the unicorn right back to sleep, and with another delicate yawn, Twilight closed her eyes, and slid under the liquid warmth of her comforter.

Twilight jolted awake in surprise when something velvet slithered past her privates. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, peering around quietly, and doing her best to swallow a rising panic in her throat. There was no stopping it, though. It crept in ruthlessly as she gazed around. The room was cold and metallic. Steel walls with segmented plates and bolts. Fluorescent lights above that illuminated bunsen burners and beakers. The lemony scent of recently applied cleansers. No!! NO!! Impossible!!

No. Improbable. Not impossible, because here she was once again. Trapped and held down in a metallic, perfectly sterilized room. A laboratory. She was positioned, sitting up with her arms firmly strapped in gear over head. She didn't even have to try to cast a spell to feel the magic inhibitor wrapped snugly around her horn. This time it a chair she was set upon, and an uncomfortable one at that. Not that her comfort mattered, she was sure. And in front of her- a large, silver metallic box, adjusted so it rested directly between her legs. How was she here again?! How did they capture her a second time?! Wasn't Shining Armor and the guards protecting her?! She was in a castle, miles and miles away from Ponyville! How was this even possible?!

The box didn't seem to care about Twilight's panic. It gave a hiss, jutting out a burst of steam from its backside, and Twilight felt something caress past her sex once again. They were using the tongue machine again. The one that got such positive results from her... The mage groaned and arched her back, glancing around the room, her brain instantly attempting to souse out whatever information she could about her predicament. The lights had helped her before. One...Two...Three... A steel-plated square.

Another slurp

Ok. They had placed her in another room. A new one. Was this a different laboratory than the previous one? Some new place the changelings hollowed out just to steal her private juices.

Another slurp

No no no! Fight it! Figure out what you missed! How are they tracking you?! How did they know you went to the Crystal Empire?! HOW?!

Slurp slurp sluuuuuuurp

Twilight couldn't help herself and threw her head back in a squealing moan. It felt good. It felt so so so so good. Like they'd slathered her privates in some sort of sensitivity spray or something. Her sex was exceedingly more responsive than it'd ever been, and it made the little unicorn girl moan in pleasure. She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it.

The machine was getting eager; caressing the little tight entrance of her pussy with more and more frequent licks and laps, kissing at her privates like some sex starved lover, back from a trip around the globe.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus what little attention she had left on clues to this new mystery. There really shouldn't have been any way they could have found her. The only pony who knew where she was going was...

Twilight's legs gave a quiver when the machine managed to find that sensitive little pink button between her legs. Oh, Gods above, it was heavenly! She never wanted it to stop! She needed this! She had been craving another session with the machine ever since they'd stopped kidnapping her. She didn't want to admit to it, but this was everything she'd ever wanted. This cruel, terrible device was pleasuring her in ways she never thought possible, and all of it was designed to take her mind off of the situation at hoof. She was well aware of this. She knew exactly what they were doing. But they knew exactly what they were doing, too. They knew her body inside and out, and now they were playing her like a fiddle.

"There! R-Right there!" Twilight cried out. She'd lost it again. Helpless to the blinding pleasure of this blissful invention. No, no, focus, you had something, You know Rainbow Dash knows-

Sluuuuuurp

"OH, Celestia! NNNgghhhh! MORE!" Twilight screamed, thrusting her pelvis helplessly towards the device. Another fierce burst of steam exited the invention and the tongue's feverish, violent pace suddenly slowed to a crawl. The tongue was still there, oh yes, but now instead of slurping at the unicorn's needy little opening, it simply vibrated gently- wedged in nice and deep. Stimulating her, but not pleasuring her. Still, it ushered Twilight right towards a sweet, achingly delicious climax

"Haaa Oooooooo...Don't...Don't stop..." she sputtered, squeezing her eyes closed and tilting her head back. The machine did not care. It did not increase nor decrease its vibrations, leaving Twilight gasping in growing need.

"H-Hey...Hello?" the purple pony called out. She was expecting an answer, and received none in turn. Her ears perked, and she opened an eye, glancing around the room. Nothing new. Nothing different. Same room, same machine humming away. But the pace had changed. She should have been done by now- climaxed and left to fall asleep, but instead the machine pulled itself into some weird sort of humming mode. Some strange setting that wasn't meant to pleasure the poor unicorn but leave her wanting and needy. Perhaps some sort of flaw? Some error in its design? Maybe it thought she already climaxed and just stopped for the night.

"Hello?!" Twilight called again, thrusting her hips forward, trying to get the faux tongue deeper into her tunnel. Gods, how she needed this. The building pressure was making her want to cum so badly, but the machine refused to grant her wish. Wasn't this what they wanted? Wasn't this the entire purpose of kidnapping her? To steal her awesome sauce?! To pleasure her in the most perverted of ways and take what was rightfully hers by force?

"I...I'm still here!" Twilight whined. Maybe they made a mistake. Maybe someone had switched the machine off by accident and didn't notice Twilight was still pre-orgasm. Maybe they'd left for the night?! No, no no that was silly. They wouldn't kidnap her only to forget about her. This was obviously a ploy to make her as aroused as possible before 'harvest.' That was the line of logic that made the most sense. If they were searching for quality not quantity, then she could be here for hours, pressed against the brink, teased until she'd been driven completely insane with arousal and need. Not that they needed to wait much longer...

"NNNGHHH, PLEASE!" Twilight begged, thrusting her hips lewdly forward. She was trying to grind against the machine like the way she used to when she was just a filly. Teasing herself against the various stuffed animals in her room. Humping against soft fabric and faux fur like some poor horny, sex crazed little girl. The memory of that soft material grinding up against her little demure sex was enough to make Twilight shudder. Gods she wanted to cum! They were getting to her. They were inside her head and all of this was designed to distract her from figuring out what was going on. How they captured her again. How they snuck into the castle. What they wanted with her girl juice.

No, no no. None of that mattered! "MILK ME!" Twilight cried out, as she shifted her buns back and forth against the seat and tried in vain to arch forward into the machine. Please! She was rapidly losing control here! It was like her libido had shot through the roof. More gas? Had they somehow found a way to drug her while she was sleeping in the tower? That would make sense. that would explain why she wanted to masturbate so badly. To have this machine milk her for all she was worth, and then some. Why she wanted to- no, needed to climax.

The poor little unicorn could feel her personal juices trickling down her inner thighs. She was absolutely soaking wet. She struggled in her binding- feeling the mechanical locks holding her prisoner sway with her movements. She wasn't going to break free anytime soon. But they were watching her, right? Maybe she could convince one of them to come into the room and finish the job. Touch her in all the right places. Lay back and let him-

"They'll gas you when you cum." a voice inside of her head spit out. There was still some small facet of her mind that was logically trying to combat the desires of her libido. Gas her. Yes, force her to sleep. Possibly cast a memory spell on her to make her forget. Was the tower warded for magic? Crystals are naturally magic resilient, and the tower was more or less completely constructed of them. Not to mention Rainbow Dash. She needed to get a message to-

SLUUUUURP

The machine was functional again. Wildly pressing into her sex and lewdly plunging in and out as deep as it could go. The sudden forceful pleasure shocked Twilight out of her thoughts and elected a squeal from the mage. They weren't going to stop this time, and she knew it.

As the 'tongue' slurped its way back and forth, she could feel something else, much smaller, being pressed into her dewy sex as well. Whatever it was that they were using to milk her, she guessed. Some hose, or tube or something. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Twilight's world turned into an explosion of euphoria, and her eyes crossed as her climax slammed into her like the hoof of an angry Celestia. Again and again and again and again, her body throbbed with pleasure. Wave after wave of pure, unfiltered bliss swept through her mind, and her body slumped forward. She had to admit; they were very, very, very good at what they did. Relaxation and fatigue washed over her, and as her ears perked to the gentle hissing sound filling the room, Twilight realized that nowhere in Equestria would be safe.

Author's Note

Unedited and commercial free. I'll come back and work through this later, but at this point, I really just wanted to get the story posted.