Daybreak Tries Self-Bondage
Daybreak the little guard pony peeked out around the side of a building, down at the barracks parade ground. Already, lots of guard ponies were assembling for inspection, just about everyone in the city garrison, in fact. Daybreak giggled quietly, stifling herself with a hand as she watched them all marching on down there. The captain of the guard barked orders at the assembled ponies, forming them up into orderly lines so that they could fall in properly. Every guard on base had marched dutifully on down to the parading ground for the morning inspection.
Every guard, that is, except for Daybreak. She had much bigger plans for the morning.
Whereas everyone else had had put on their neat dress uniforms, Daybreak only wore a white shirt and a pair of camo pants. Her clothes were a tad too small for her body, hugging her large breasts and wide hips. Her shirt was small enough that her midriff was on display, giving passers-by a look at her palomino fur. She tossed her blonde mane back and crept back into her sleeping quarters, making a noise somewhere between a whinny and a snicker.
Daybreak’s own sleeping quarters were communal, one building with a set of lockers, and row upon row of bunk beds. Usually, a good dozen guard ponies would sleep here with Daybreak, but for just a few hours, she had the whole building to herself.
The palomino pony took a quick look out of the windows to see if anyone was coming, before pulling the curtains shut and switching the lights off. Her communal bedroom was left in almost total darkness, lit only by the sun filtering through the curtains. Still, no one would be able to see what Daybreak was up to unless they walked in through the door.
Daybreak popped her locker open, ears perked just in case someone was coming back. She set up a tripod in the middle of the room, perching a video camera atop it and switching it on. As the little red light flickered on, Daybreak let out a quiet squee and got to work pulling everything else out of her locker. Her horn flared as she drew various bright pink toys out, along with a length of rope, a little ball gag and a magic suppression ring for her horn. Daybreak shuffled a little on the spot, rubbing her thighs together restlessly.
I’ve been collecting these for so long… she thought to herself, glancing at the door again, then back at the camera.
“Oh boy...well...er...hi!” she squeaked nervously, playing with her hands and peeking out from under her mane at the camera. “My name’s Daybreak...and...oh, I shouldn’t have actually used my real name, should I? Er...anyway, today I’m going to be tying myself up for the very first time! I’m...kind of excited…”
She cleared her throat, taking another look around, and her horn lit up as she manipulated the toys by magic. Daybreak closed her eyes, biting her lip as her breath quickened and her chest rose and fell. Her mind raced as she put her hands behind her back, imagining all sorts of different scenarios that could play out in her head. Of course, it wasn’t long before she settled on the perfect one.
“Daybreak!” she barked to the room at large in a mock male voice. “What are you doing in here when you’re supposed to be on parade?”
“I’m sorry sir!” she replied with a squeak, her fur standing on end as she shivered violently. “I di...didn’t mean to skive off!”
“No excuses!” grumbled the totally fictitious base commander, as her hands were bound behind her back by magic. “Do you know what happens to disobedient little mares in this barracks?”
“Si...sir, control yourself!” Daybreak squealed, tugging on the hem of her shirt with her magic. “If...if you keep doing that, you’re gonna…”
Just then, she tugged a little too hard, pulling her shirt right up to her collar, letting her tits flop out. She wore nothing under her shirt but a purple lacy bra, a far cry from the sports bras everyone else on base wore.
“Si...sir…”
“What have we here?” the base commander asked, as Daybreak squeezed her own tits together with a pulse of magic. “You’re violating dress code and wearing something transparent under that shirt? Gosh, Lieutenant. It’s almost as if you want me staring at your tits…”
“N...no...sir…” Daybreak stammered, looking away from the camera and blushing hotly. “I’m...I’m a good pony…”
Daybreak blew a few strands of mane out of her face, briefly surprised at just how hot and bothered she felt. With her shirt up like this, it was all the easier to see her chest rise and fall as her breath turned to a rapid panting, with one ear flattened against her head with the other perked up. She ground her legs together even more furiously, feeling the heat radiating from her cheeks. Was she really getting off to pretending to have been caught by the captain of the guard?
“Yeah, don’t try to lie to me, Lieutenant,” she growled under her breath, lifting the rope with her magic and winding it around her own wrists to bind them behind her back. “You’re a naughty pony who wanted to get caught, maybe find a way to ‘persuade’ me to go easy on you? Well, you’re shit out of luck, because I don’t just fuck naughty ponies...I punish them…”
Daybreak gasped as the rope was pulled tight, keeping her arms behind her back in a box tie. She leaned back against the frame of one of the bunk beds, still in full view of the camera, aware that she was being recorded playing with herself like this. Technically, if someone took that video, they could show it to everyone and humiliate her forever...but somehow, that feeling of vulnerability was just delicious.
“Wha...what are you gonna do to me?” Daybreak whimpered, as tendrils of magic slowly pulled her belt loose and fiddled with the zipper of her pants.
“I’m going to make an example of you, and make sure that you pay dearly for trying to get one over on me, Lieutenant.”
In that moment, Daybreak tugged her jeans down to her knees, using them as bindings in their own right as she was forced to squeeze her legs together. Underneath, she wore a pair of white panties with a black frill along the edges, pulled down just a little on one side. Daybreak blushed hotly, feeling heat radiating from her ears at the feeling of exposure. There was something about being stripped down to her underwear that just got her so hot and bothered, and she struggled to breathe as she looked down at her own body, trying to keep her focus so as to not let the magic dissipate.
“Please, sir...don’t look at me down there…” Daybreak gasped, wriggling just a little as if she really wanted to escape her bonds. “I’m so vulnerable and pretty and easy to play with! You wouldn’t take advantage of me, would you?”
She turned around, bending over the bed and sticking her butt out with her big bushy blonde tail swaying from side to side. Daybreak peeked over her shoulder to get a look at the camera, doing her best to appear vulnerable and innocent. She could almost believe it for herself.
With a flare of amber magic, she lifted a wooden paddle up to her rump, turning it over in the air to grind the handle up against her pussy. It was easy enough for her to feel it rub her through the material of her panties, grinding up between her pussy lips and teasing her entrance. She kept up a firm, rough rhythm, just enough to coax involuntary squeaks out of herself. Daybreak flipped her tail over her back to expose herself even more, horn sparking as she felt rush after rush of shocked pleasure right through her pussy.
“Please, sir...I’ll be good...please...don’t sp...spank me with tha...OW!”
She let out a shriek as she brought the paddle down on one of her ass cheeks, and with hips as wide as hers, she couldn’t miss. Poor Daybreak shut her mouth and perked her ears, all too aware that that was probably loud enough for someone out there to hear her. She lay there in total silence for a time, heart caught in her throat as she listened desperately for the sound of approaching footsteps. When none came, Daybreak let out a soft sigh, her breath returning as she got back to work and picked up the paddle again.
Okay...gotta be quiet...gotta be nice and quiet...don’t...don’t wanna get in trouble...oh gosh…
Daybreak drew the paddle back, whacking herself on the other butt cheek this time. While she wanted to scream - and nearly did - she bit down on the bedsheets to muffle herself as she felt the sudden sting. She put all of her weight on her chest as her feet left the ground, toes curling at the foreign mix of pain, pleasure and sickening fear that any second someone might walk in and see her like this. There’d be no explaining her way out of it, all tied up and spanking herself with that camera blatantly running. Still, that panic made the big fluffy guard mare shiver, making her soft skin all the more sensitive.
“I’m...so...naughty…” Daybreak muttered under her breath, struggling to keep her tongue in her open mouth as she smacked her ass with the paddle again and again. “I’m...I’m sorry...sir...I’ll never...miss...aaah...parade...again…”
Smirking just a little, Daybreak drew back the paddle and whacked her ass harder than ever, shrieking into the bedsheets to muffle herself. With six strikes on each butt cheek, she left glowing red marks that stung like mad...but looked damn good for the camera. When she finally finished, her body was shaking so hard that it was hard for her to focus enough to keep a grip on the paddle. It clattered to the floor next to the bed as she held her legs up, whining quietly.
“Pleeeeease...I’m so sorry...I’ll be a good pony, I promise…” she gasped, trying to shake her hips if only to numb the stinging in her poor ass. Daybreak struggled to get her magic working again, her concentration evaporating as her whole brain turned to mush and she focussed on the intense heat between her legs. Finally, she managed to make her horn work again, picking up a full-sized horse dildo and her lube applicator. It was a pretty strenuous exercise to maintain enough focus to lift both objects simultaneously, and when she finally managed to squirt some of that nice, cool lube over the surface of the toy, she dropped the applicator and breathed out huskily.
“Oh...da...damn it...this is hard…” Daybreak muttered under her breath, eyes crossing as she pushed the dildo up through one of the leg-holes of her panties, rubbing it between her ass cheeks and teasing herself with the cool lube. “Nnngh...oh fuck...no...you’re not go...gonna...put it in my...my butt...a...are yo…?”
Daybreak didn’t give herself time to protest much, because in that moment she pressed the flared tip of the big rubber dildo to her asshole and pushed. She was admittedly shocked at the size of it, having kind of overestimated the size she’d need for the job, and let out a low, guttural moan, toes curling from the strain of taking so much as an inch of that toy. She ground it inside of her, pushing and rubbing again and again to take it by inches, and as it stretched her out and fit snugly between her ass cheeks, the poor little palomino’s moaning grew to a high-pitched squeal. Between the feeling of violation, the stinging in her backside and the thrill of being tied up on camera with her pants around her ankles, she couldn’t contain herself anymore, and in a moment of desperate strain and passion she let out a very loud squeak indeed.
Daybreak was past caring, however, leaving the dildo buried in her ass at the median ring and grinding back against it. Each breath she took seemed to shift the toy around inside of her, and every exhalation was a tiny squeak of uncontained pleasure. Daybreak, misty-eyed and twitching, had forgotten that the camera was there, thoughts of someone hearing her completely gone from her sex-addled mind. With another great mental effort, she selected her next toy.
Daybreak lifted another dildo out of her locker, this one thankfully smaller than the last, and pressed the tip to her mouth with an excited gasp.
"Y...yes sir..." she breathed. "I...I deserve this...I...I was naughty and...need...to...be...pu...punished..."
Daybreak was panting so hard that she couldn't quite close her mouth anymore, and it was all too easy to slip the toy between her lips, swirling her tongue around the tip with a soft whimper. She closed her eyes once more, losing herself in the fantasy of being used and dominated by some big angry officer, and gently swayed her hips from side to side to grind herself up against that toy in her ass. Poor Daybreak pushed the second dildo deeper into her mouth, running her tongue over the textured underside of its shaft as she slurped greedily at it. With a powerful pulse of amber magic, Daybreak slammed both toys into her holes as hard as she could, choking as the second hit the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the overwhelming fullness that came with the well-lubricated cock slamming into her backside. She tried to scream, but for her trouble she only made herself gag on the other toy. Every wail and moan was muffled by the artificial cock in her throat, each squeal petering off into a choked gurgling sound. Poor Daybreak was in heaven.
Still, with her focus firmly on the toys gang-banging her, she failed to hear the doorknob turning, and the first she knew of her impending trouble was when a group of her bunk mates walked into the room.
Daybreak and the others froze all at the same time. It sure looked bad. Daybreak had been caught bent over the bed with her shirt pulled up and her tits squished up against the mattress, one dildo in her ass bulging out the back of her panties, another rammed so deep into her mouth that her throat was distended, and most damningly of all, a video camera fixed firmly on her poor tortured ass. She stared directly back at them like a deer caught in the headlights, opening her mouth slightly to allow the dildo to slide out onto the bed.
"I know how this must look..." she wheezed, as they exchanged a shocked glance. "But I can totally explain..."
"Can you?" asked Tempest, looking her over as he stepped forward. "Well, how about you explain why we shouldn't just report this and let the commander chew you out?"
"No, please..." Daybreak whimpered. "Please don't do that! i'll do anything you want! just please don't get me in trouble! If they find out about this, I'll be cleaning the bathrooms for weeks!"
"Anything?" asked Who. "Like, anything anything?"
"Y...yahuh..." Daybreak murmured bashfully, all too vividly aware that these guys had her right where they wanted her, almost completely unable to escape.
"Hey, look at this," said Hazelnut, picking up the discarded paddle and turning it over in his hands. "Looks like she's been at this for a while, now."
"Oh, this is perfect," said the first stallion, looking through Daybreak's toys with a sly chuckle. "I never knew about this side of you, Lieutenant. Didn't realize that you were quite so kinky."
"What's this?" asked Who, picking up her horn ring and glancing at her forehead wickedly. "This doesn't go where I think it does, does it?"
"No...now come on," Daybreak stammered nervously. "You don't want to put that anywhere near me. I mean, if I'm wearing that thing, I can't use magic! It would sure suck if I couldn't free myself from these ropes, right?"
She fell silent at the look that that stallion was giving her. That, Daybreak decided, had been the wrong thing to say.
"N...no, wait...can't we talk about this?" Daybreak asked, groaning out loud as the ring was slipped down to the base of her horn, robbing her of her magic. She wriggled and struggled against the silk rope bonds, but the feeling of that dildo grinding up into her ass compelled her to stop.
"So, why the paddle anyway?" asked Hazelnut, taking the waistband of Daybreak's panties in hand and tugging them slowly down her sore ass. He exposed the red marks on her butt cheeks, the toy buried in her asshole, and her dripping wet neglected pussy. "Oh...Daybreak, do you get off to pain?"
"N...no...of...of course not..."
"Liar," he growled, drawing back and whacking her ass with the paddle.
Daybreak let out a squeal, her already sore butt exposed to even more abuse, and this time the paddle hit her with a full powerful swing behind it. Daybreak lurched forward, gasping for air as the force of the smack knocked the wind out of her again.
"Nngh...please, don't...my butt's really s...sensitive right no...OW!" Daybreak cried out, as he whacked her right on the other ass cheek with just as much wind-up. The poor little palomino bucked forward again, eyes tearing up as she struggled to cope with the stinging.
"You still haven't stopped lying," said the stallion, running the wooden paddle over her sore ass, just to make her shiver violently.
"May...maybe a li'l..." Daybreak admitted. "Bu...but don't go telling everyone!"
"Good girl," he said soothingly, giving her a scratch behind the ears. Daybreak leaned into his hand, letting out a happy little whine. "See how easy it is when you tell the truth?"
"Y .yes, sir...th...thank you sir..."
“Don’t thank me yet,” he continued, glancing at his friends and exchanging rather dark looks with them. “You seemed pretty happy to dodge parade and ruin our beds with your little camgirl routine, so you’re gonna give us some payback unless you want this tape all over Canterlot, got me?”
“E...eep…” Daybreak squeaked, looking around at them with wide eyes. “Wa...wait...we can...we can talk about this...r...right?”
“Nah…” Who replied with a snicker, grabbing her by the shoulders and rolling her onto her back. “You wanna get out of this, you’re gonna have to play by our rules.”
“O...oh goodness…” Daybreak gasped, trying to pull her knees up to her chest. “What...what are you gonna do to me?”
“We’ll get to that in just a sec,” said Hazelnut, taking the base of the dildo in her ass in hand and wiggling it about inside of her. Daybreak spasmed, flopping onto her back again and abandoning her efforts to sit up. “You seem to love these toys of yours, don’t you?”
“Y...yeah…” she breathed. “I don’t...see...wh...what you’re...sa...oh…”
She fell silent as she looked up at Who, who had taken the liberty of unzipping his combat pants and letting his dick hang out over her head. Daybreak looked back at Tempest and Hazelnut, gulping as they stripped down as well with their eyes fixed directly on her. Daybreak tensed up, ears pinned right back against her head.
“Oh...those…” she whispered, licking her lips and looking away hurriedly as the stallions laughed. “I mean...er...you’re not gonna use those on me, are you? You...you’ve probably mistaken me for some kind of slut...and...and…”
Who decided to silence her in one go, settling onto his hands and knees over her prone form and pressing the tip of his cock up to her mouth. Caught mid-sentence like this, Daybreak instinctively wrapped her lips around his dick and had already taken a couple of inches in her mouth before she fully realised what she’d done.
Well...that might’ve undermined my story a little bit…
Still, the feeling of being forced into this wasn’t as terrifying or mind-breaking as she’d thought. In fact, there was something exhilarating about being made to suck this guy off after getting caught. She’d expected rage, really painful punishment and total public humiliation, not...this.
“So, what was that about not being a slut?” Who asked, wiggling his hips to force his dick deeper into her mouth.
Daybreak made a muffled gurgling noise, which might have been “Oh, shut up.” Who wasn’t listening at this point, though. He was more than happy to start thrusting into her, stopping only when his median ring hit her lips and proved a little too thick for her to take. Still, that was enough to make her gag as his cock hit the back of her throat.
“Hmmm, we need a way to make her open her mouth a little wider…” Who muttered.
“Got you covered, pal,” Hazelnut said with a wink, taking the dildo in Daybreak’s ass and tugging, not so roughly that it’d pop out in one go, but just roughly enough that she’d feel it coming out by inches.
Daybreak let out a scream as she was robbed of her favourite little toy, feeling its lubed-up rubber surface grinding against her tantalisingly slowly. In that moment, Who slammed his hips against her face, forcing her to deepthroat his dick with a choked moan. Poor Daybreak wasn’t especially good at deepthroating a real stallion, but she did her best to run her tongue over the surface of his cock as he drew back and slammed it into her again. The pace he set made it impossible for her to breathe normally, and more often than not she was cut off and gagged as she took his member down her tight little throat. Poor Daybreak was trapped between him and the bed, scrunching her snout every time his sack slapped against her muzzle. Today had certainly taken an interesting turn.
As Hazelnut pulled the dildo out of her ass with an audible pop, Tempest took her panties and pulled them straight off of her ankles, tossing them into a corner. He took her by the calves, forcibly spreading her legs and running an index finger up between her pussy lips. Daybreak let out a soft whimper that was quickly cut off by Who’s dick again. Tempest took the opportunity to grind his hardening cock up against her sex, adoring the way she twitched and whined when he touched her.
“Hey, don’t go after her too quickly,” Hazelnut warned, patting his friend on the butt “I think she looks a little low on the bed for you to fuck her comfortably. Mind if I give you a hand?”
With that, he crawled onto the bed next to Daybreak, grabbing her sore butt and squeezing it as roughly as he could. Daybreak tried to scream again, and her bound hands balled into fists as strained tears appeared in her eyes, but since she was being face-fucked there wasn’t even a way for her to get a whole scream out before she was choked once again. Poor little unicorn was helpless!
Hazelnut shifted her ass into the air, sliding himself underneath her and letting her own weight push her back down onto his hard, muscular chest. He reached around and squeezed her tits through the fabric of her bra, coaxing a rather giggly moan out of the poor tormented mare. Daybreak ground against him as he let his cock slip between her thighs, and it was all he could do to grab her hips to hold her steady while he pushed his dick up against her ass. She was already nicely lubed up by that toy and put up little resistance, though as Hazelnut pushed inside of her, he let out a startled gasp.
“You’re...tight...for a slut…” he huffed, having to gyrate his hips a little just to push his cock into her by inches.
Daybreak tried to respond, but when she opened her mouth that little bit wider, Who took it as his cue to face-fuck her even harder, picking up his pace until he was mercilessly rutting her. Daybreak’s throat was pretty tight for someone whose loose tongue kept getting her in trouble, and Who couldn’t get enough of her.
Though she wouldn’t and couldn’t admit it, Daybreak couldn’t get enough of him, either.
Lastly, Tempest shuffled closer, driving his cock up against her pussy lips now. Daybreak, already hot and bothered by the teasing and the rough play, squirted a little the second he touched her again. Tempest let out a small scoffing noise, pushing two thumbs into her pussy and spreading her out so that she could more easily accommodate his cock. With a grunt, he pushed a full half of his dick in with one thrust, watching the poor mare’s toes curl and her legs twitch with the strain. He looped her legs over his shoulders, leaning down and slamming his hips up against hers with another furious push.
As Tempest, Hazelnut and Who started fucking her in all of her holes at once, Daybreak gasped and ground against all of them. Her tits bounced as she took the pounding from those stallions on one end, and a facefucking on another. She’d long since forgotten that the camera was there, that all of this was being recorded and it could easily be shared with just about anyone. She merely enjoyed the feeling of subjugation, and though she had tear-tracks down her cheeks, Daybreak furiously bobbed her head back and forth, taking Who’s cock in her mouth with rather embarrassing eagerness.
Who was the first to finally cum, driven handily over the edge by how tight Daybreak’s throat was. He didn’t even bother to pull out. Between the heat of the moment and Daybreak’s greedy sucking, there wasn’t much opportunity to do it anyway. With a growl, he hilted in her mouth, grinning as he looked down to see the distention in her throat caused by his own dick as it pumped cum right into her. Daybreak’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she choked quietly as cum dribbled out of her mouth around his dick. Some of it even shot out of her nose as she failed to swallow it all, and when he drew his cock out of her mouth, the poor palomino choked and gasped for breath.
“Wha...what do you say, bitch?” Who asked.
“Th...tha...thank yooooou…” Daybreak whined back, blue in the face from lack of oxygen. Her chest rose and fell as she panted furiously, struggling to get air back in her lungs and take both of those dicks at the same time. “Tha...thank you...for...teaching...me...a lesson...sir…”
Hazelnut didn’t have much more luck than his friend, finding Daybreak’s ass a little too tight for him to keep his game up for very long. Even with lube, it wasn’t long before he started pounding her aching ass cheeks even faster and more furiously, reaching around and squeezing Daybreak’s tits again. He slipped one hand under her bra, squeezing her nipple between thumb and forefinger just to get a few more adorable squeals out of her. Finally, he couldn’t keep himself restrained any longer, hilting inside of her in lieu of pulling out and holding her close to his chest as he climaxed.
Poor Daybreak crossed her eyes when he came inside of her, still desperately swallowing as quickly as she could as she felt him pump her ass full of warm, sticky jizz. She let out a rather embarrassingly loud, low moan when he finished, toes, fingers and ears twitching at the unusual feeling. Wow, these guys were pretty much using her as a fuck toy! The poor little pony hadn’t asked for this!
Still, she gave Tempest a weak, encouraging smile as Hazelnut pulled out of her, wrapping her legs around the back of the remaining stallion’s head and moaning quietly as his median ring pounded against her vulnerable little g-spot. She squirted again, pussy clamping down around his shaft as her mare juices helped to lube herself up for him. Still, with Daybreak in this state, furiously grinding back against him in spite of her bondage, he couldn’t last much longer himself.
“W...wait...I’m...gonna...c...cu...shit…” Tempest gasped, though before he could make much of an effort to pull out, it was already too late. He really had tried hard not to cum inside of her, but to be fair to him, Daybreak showed no signs of pushing him away as she felt his cock pulse inside of her. He shot his load inside of her with a moan, pulling out just in time to spray the last of his jizz all over her pussy and stomach.
Daybreak wriggled excitedly, curling up a little and trying to pull her knees close to her chest as she let out a soft sigh. She felt warm like this, and even though she hadn’t quite cum herself, everything they’d done to her had left her tearful, twitching, shivering...and ecstatic. She couldn’t even say anything for a time, merely looking from one stallion to the next in shock.
“I...wow…” she finally managed, breaking the silence. “I...can’t believe...you guys...di...did tha..”
“Yeah...me neither…” Tempest panted, patting her thigh haphazardly. “I...I guess you’ve earned...for us to turn that camera off...and get rid of the tape, rig...right?”
“Yeah, definitely,” Hazelnut agreed, struggling to his feet and staggering his way over to the camera. “I...I’ll just...oh shit…”
“Oh shit?” Daybreak wheezed. “Tha...that doesn’t sound good...wha...what’s oh shit?”
“Erm...well, someone’s gone and taken the tape…” he said slowly.
Daybreak, against all of the odds, sat bolt upright, cum dribbling down her chin as she took a look at the camera herself. Sure enough, the tape cartridge was empty.
But...who the hell could’ve gotten in here and stolen that during what we were doing? You’d have to be...oh shit…
“Fucking Sunny,” Daybreak hissed.