The Trap

by Ink-Inky-Stain

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Slice of Life
Length: 2460

A series I've written quite a few of from time to time, this one purely designed for the MLP universe

ahhh i suck at these. Trap series is based around the premise of furries (or in this case ponies) finding or being sent an invitation to an event. Upon arriving they find the fetish play is already up and going, and there are so many delicious situations and predicaments these ponies are in…Are they there by choice or is there some mastermind behind it all? Why don't you find out?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-11 23:47:09 UTC

invitations and explorations

"ugh...so glad to be on vacation." I mumbled to myself as I walked home from work, my red hooves making a loud clopping sound as I shook my red and black mane out of my eyes. Passing by a window I glanced over, chuckling at the black pony with red stripes that smiled back at me. I was a pretty care free pony...I worked a typical 8-5 job, I paid my bills...and I was also one to keep to myself. So imagine how my curiosity was raised when I happened to walk past what I had always believed to be an abandoned warehouse...now had a pair of black ponies in a window. I didn't think much of it at first until I noticed they were quite noticeably gagged and bound. The position looked...moderately comfortable for what it was. Their front hooves were cuffed to their back hooves, a beam splitting their front hooves around it while their back were spread on the other side. Getting closer to inspect what was going on, I was able to discern that they both seemed that the support beam was "supporting" a rather long and thick dildo within them.

Now normally I would panic, but I then noticed the sign next to the door...it was going to be a new bdsm bar and these were fully willing trainees...well...i didn't know just how legit that was...but who was I to say anything? Reading more I was promised full access to any tail or mouth I saw available...and only for a small fee. Shrugging as I slid a few 20s into the machine, I heard the front door unlock. I hadn't had a good lay in a while...and if they were all willing...well I didn't see the need for gags...but who was I to say anything? Upon entering the first thing I heard was a soft moan from behind me. Turning around, dangling off the door was a pure red pony, wrists above his head, legs secured to ropes so that he was nicely presented. As was seeming everyone here, he was sporting himself a rather thick ring and a worried look on his face.

Well...at least the victims were in character I thought to myself as I checked his positioning and found with a little bit of creativity I could plant my front hooves on the door, and his tail-hole was just perfect for a bit of impaling. Well whoever was taking care of the new joint had already provided a nice lubrication service, the tight ring accepting me with only a little bit of resistance as I started to thrust my hips into the moaning and panting door decoration. Of course the position was less then comfortable and I soon found it was more work then was necessary, grinning some as I gave the ponies pink shaft a good long lick. "Sorry boy...Maybe later...but your position is just not to par." I said before leaving him whimper and in a bit of need...if the pre I had tasted dribbling down that wonderful shaft was any hint.

The place was an interesting set up once you got used to the moans and whines coming from somewhere deeper. Now that I was taking the time, I saw that the idea was that you would apparently walk in, entering a large open room and bar, where you could order your drinks. After that you could wander down the hall or go upstairs. Looking behind the bar I smiled and grabbed a cold beer before I entered the first door in the hallway. Sipping at the beer I almost spat it back out as I saw a white unicorn, his horn encased in some rubber-like material...probably to prevent him from using his magic...I really wasn't sure how one was supposed to use him...though abusing him wouldn't be a problem. He was laying on his back, hind legs spread out to the sides, front legs similarly spread. But the best part was that he was sporting a nice piercing on the tip of his member and another in his nose, a tight string holding his gagged muzzle up so that he was looking down at himself. His balls were locked in a stretcher, the leash-hook tied to a machine, one part made to roll the rope attached to the poor guy's balls, and from what I could tell, the more it rolled in the deeper it would shove a rather nice bumpy dildo into the unicorn. Upon seeing me he started moaning and whimpering as I stepped in, grinning as I had to see the machine in work. Pushing the button I realized the unicorn was actually about an inch off the ground, squealing as the machine did what I expected...tugging him toward the dildo as it pushed into him. Of course I was watching carefully, nodding and trying to shake out the wing boner as the machine stopped pulling when the unicorn's balls were unable to support the pressure and relaxed, instead thrusting the dildo back and forth inside him. Well...that was kinda boring...I shrugged and left, ignoring the whimpers as he heard my hooves clicking as I walked off.

Ducking into the next room, I blinked as I heard an angry buzzing. I shrugged and turned on the lights...and was rewarded with a pony encased in what appeared to be a moderately sticky fluid encasing him from head to toe...all except where his rump disappeared in a hole in the glass wall, where I could see that I had released a hive of very pissed off hornets. They were also naturally attacking the wiggling rump invading their area and the vibrating plug I could see implanted in there. From the squeals and whines coming from the encased pony I could tell he wasn't happy about this...and I had to wonder what he'd done to piss his off his boss...though thankfully for him it was just his rump, his balls and stallion-hood safely on the same side of the glass as me. Shaking my head, while that muzzle was probably open-able...that was just a bit much for me.

I was starting to get a bit disappointed at the lack of really usable holes when I walked into the next room and raised my eyebrow as the first thing I saw were 2 pairs of hooves sticking up in the air. Well...this was interesting...turning on the light, it was a strange version of stocks, the two ponies wearing some form of restraining jacket while their back hooves had been secured, a pillow supporting them and making it so that not only did I have 2 pair of defenseless hooves, but the stock also held their tails down, exposing ass, cock, and balls. And from the fact that they were muzzled and there were various devices intended for tickling laying around...I had an idea what this was about. Grinning at the wide eyed look I got from the pair of green ponies as I grabbed a feather, I began to gently stroke It across the nearest hoof. Even with the muffling fabric of the muzzle I could hear the yelp followed by giggling. Smiling as I found I was enjoying that sound, I grabbed another feather and attacked the other pony's hoof. Wiggling the feather on both pony's bound hooves, I continued tickling those sexy toes until I could hear the ponies were out of breath. Leaving them alone for a moment, I started looking around in the drawers, grinning when I found a 4 vibrating eggs and a few thick bands with la thick divet inside them. Placing the vibrator inside the inner gap, I tied a vibrator to the inside of each hoof, grinning as the bound ponies realized what was happening.

To make matters worse for them, the tickling had made me quite horny. Testing it, I found the stocks provided a wonderful support as my hard shaft brushed against the first pony's tail-hole, a hoof guiding me into that warm succulence as I started to gently hump. Moaning at the near virgin tightness of that pre-lubricated tube, I soon picked up speed, thrusting my hips. The peals of laughter and what I presumed were begging only making me go harder as I stared down into the eyes of my captive, grinning as the other pony could only watch as I rested my head on my front hooves and worked the defenseless hole.

Moaning as I spent a load in each, letting my seed dribble out as I let them stew with the vibrators in their hooves, knowing that being so ticklish must be a true nightmare as I walked out, shivering as I was now worked up, my cock dangling between my legs as I searched for more victims. In the next room I found 2 Pegasus and an earth pony. My Pegasus brothers seemed to be enjoying themselves as they were both on bench-like apparatus, the first fully muzzled and being milked while a machine in the back was buzzing heavily as the attachment was buried nicely inside the Pegasus. To make it worse for him, the sky blue Pegasus's wings were secured at his sides by a strap that pinned him to the table with just enough room to hump at the hard tube and squeezing rubber insert around his penis.

The other Pegasus, a deep green, had his wings belted to his sides, his device seeming a bit strange as he was on his back hooves, front hooves held out in front of him, his cock sticking out between two cushions and a metal ring was traveling from base to tip repeatedly. With the thick black ball in his muzzle I couldn't tell if he was squealing in joy or frustration though. Jumping to the side, I soon figured they were squeals of joy as he had nearly doused me in a thick load of cum. The worst of the group was the earth pony, as he was bound to a plushy. Now that wouldn't seem so bad, but the plushie had been outfitted with some type of joints, as the pony couldn't move, and his cock was nestled deeply inside. Looking it over, I smiled as I rubbed my cock against his nose, letting a few drops of pre linger on the ring-gagged muzzle before I moved behind him. My brothers were occupied...but this one...he seemed to need a little help with that dragon he was banging. Moaning as I was getting the note that everyone here was more then well lubed, I plunged myself on in, groaning as this one was obviously an experienced one. As I rammed myself back and forth inside his tight hole, he expertly squeezed and stroked my shaft, seeming to work to derive the most pleasure out of it as he could. Of course I was onto that little game and adjusted my tempo to tease and torture, knowing that I soon had him on edge. Not giving him that pleasure, I let out a loud whinny as I came myself, giving one last hard thrust to get him off as my cum shot deep into him.

The next room had me a bit curious as it was empty. I shrugged and closed the door behind me as I saw a machine waiting and unoccupied. I figured I had nothing to lose....I'd always wondered what it would feel like to be at someone's mercy...and the straps seemed easy enough...already set so that I could slide front and back hooves in easily enough. I walked over to the counter and took down a few provided pieces. A bit of work and rolling around, I had finally managed to work a tail-ring to my tail-base, sliding the leash along my back, I had to arch a bit to make it work but soon had a nice red ball in my black muzzle, black leather clamping my jaw down on the thick gag, the leash tight between the back of my neck and the tail-ring. The next trick was getting onto the machine, and with a few curses and yelps I finally mounted it, moaning as the tip of my cock entered a rubber-lined tube. Now that I was up on the machine, a thick padding between the hard wood and myself, I slid my left fore and hind hooves into the provided leather loops, repeating it on the right. The setup was amazingly comfortable, even if I was forced to hold my head up, a loud squeal coming from me as I felt a thin tip enter me, squirting a rather cold and slimy fluid past my sphincter before I suddenly found more of a curved length entering me.

Ok that wasn't part of the deal...so I started to slide my hooves out of the leather cuffs, blinking when they were...well stuck. Somehow the machine had tightened the leather loops and I wasn't going anywhere. I began squealing and struggling, to little avail as I learned just what the machine had in store for me as it went from bad to worse. First a feather was starting to rub against the bottom of my back-hooves, followed by the tube that my cock was just barely entered suddenly swallowing up my entire shaft and beginning to suck the air out, soon leaving my penis in a form-fitting sleeve as it slid an inch down and then back up, soon doing this at a rather fast pace. Then the curved dildo that had entered me started sliding back and forth into me, a slow but constant dribble of lube entering me. My eyes widened as I felt the familiar sensation of licking a battery inside my tail-hole. I whimpered, giggling as I soon realized that by technicality the notice at the front door was right...we were all here of our own free will...in a strange way...as we had chosen to mount a machine somewhere...and whoever our captor was could take that as a form of consent. I continued to squeal, giggle, and drool as I struggled in vain, letting out a howl of frustration as the lights went out and I could feel the leather band attached to the sides slid over my wings and back, pushing me firmly into the cushion, a voice whispering in my ear cruelly. "Welcome my pet...Since you allowed 3 orgasms, You will orgasm nonstop every Wednesday, the rest of the week being provided 3 square meals a day...fed to you of course, can't have you getting free...and wishing you could cum as your stimulated and teased...and you'll learn to love it."[spoiler][/spoiler] The voice leaving me with a view of scales before the door closed, leaving me in darkness...shit...it was Friday...