Twilight woke up and felt something was off. She squeezed at her jaw and felt the comfortable bit in her mouth. For a few moments she rubbed her tongue against it, working her lips around the sides. That of course meant her bridle was on. Moving just a little she knew her saddle and most of its straps were in place, but something felt off about the straps around her plot.

"Mmfmfm!" Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, pet of Maud Pie, glared at her back-end as she realized her Mistress' chastity belt was missing from her rump. Looking around in a panic, she couldn't see any sign of her Mistress either. Her mane was getting out of shape, worse even than just waking up with bed-mane. Then she spotted a scroll on the bedside table. Picking it up with her forehoof, Twilight didn't even have time to remove her bridle, she had to know what was going on.

~~Remove chastity belt from pet.~~

~~Take belt to get new enchantments laid on it.~~

Twilight sighed in happiness. "Mffmmfmfm." Even with her speech restricted, with her body strapped up, Twilight felt immediately calm and relaxed knowing her Mistress had made a list. She kept reading.

~~Put pet's new toy in her room.~~

Unable to read further without looking for what her Mistress meant by "toy," Twilight climbed from bed fully and looked around. It wasn't hard to spot the thing, it looked like a dark black half-barrel, round-side up, that had a large lip at one end. Trotting over to it, Twilight heard her tack jingle merrily. I wonder what it does? Twilight leaned down and pressed her nose close, inhaling. The smell of new plastic, fabric, rubber, and magic hit her nose.

Twilight walked around the strange shape before she thought to look back at the scroll. Fetching it she saw that the page was blank under where she was up to. I wonder what I am meant to do with it? She was setting the scroll aside when she noticed—right at the bottom of the rolled up paper—more words.

Have pet sit on her toy and press her plot against the back-plate.

It was hard to make a credible giggle past the gag-bit, but Twilight tried anyway. Fetching a quill, she stepped over, and atop, the barrel and set her belly down on the soft surface. Lifting her tail up and away, Twilight pressed down. Her quill was scratching a line through the last entry when she heard and felt magic activate. Something grabbed hold of Twilight's back legs and pulled them backwards and down, pulling her body more firmly onto the machine and snuggling her marehood against something that pressed slightly between her lips; Twilight's sensitive clitoris was resting in a tiny rubber cup on the same plate.

She wanted to struggle, to fight. Twilight wanted to teleport away but the bridle she had let her Mistress put on her the previous night included an inhibitor ring. Mistress thought of everyth- Even Twilight's thoughts cut out as the first little tremble started. The rubber plate pressed to her nethers trembled between her lips and made focusing on anything but pleasure completely impossible. The buzzing stopped a moment later and, panting through her nose, Twilight blinked. What is this thing? What has Mistress given me?

The machine quickly shut off with a little ping sound. The straps around Twilight's back legs released and she slumped sideways off it. Laying on her side, still bound up with her saddle and bridle, the alicorn trembled all over. Mistress gets me the best toys.

A little drawer had opened at the front of the barrel and Twilight teased at it with a hoof to get a slip of paper out.

That was your morning routine. Make a note on your scroll and cross it off. You still have mid-morning and afternoon to go. Fetch yourself some breakfast and then return, put your bridle back on and claim your position on the toy again.

Twilight's eyes widened and she smiled around the bit in her mouth. She squirmed and reached up, unfastening the bridle and slipping it free. With her magic free Twilight Sparkle removed the saddle and set it neatly down beside the barrel-thing. Standing free of any restraints for the first time in almost a year, Twilight stretched. "I think I will have some breakfast." She trotted down, her mind full of everything that had happened.

"What'cha got there?" Spike was already cooking breakfast when Twilight arrived; he gestured at the scroll Twilight carried.

"This? Oh, just something Maud gave me to fill out." Twilight hummed happily to herself, adding the extra items to the list. "How has your morning been, Spike?"

"Oh, good. Except…" Spike heaved the heavy sigh of the heartbroken. "Rarity seems to be spending more and more time in the Crystal Empire…"

Blushing, the Princess of Friendship knew all too well what Rarity was going there to do. "I am sure she is busy at the new store she opened there." Maybe this is for the best. He really should have gotten past this puppy love a while ago.

"I know, but I just…" Spike shook his head. "But moping around isn't part of the Dragon's Code." He puffed out his chest. "Pancakes?"

Breakfast passed in a dream, at least for Twilight. Her favorite breakfast food, anticipation of what the machine would do to her for the rest of the day, all capped off with Twilight's imagination running wild as to what her Mistress would enchant onto the chastity belt next, had Twilight a little giddy.

"Twilight? Twilight?" Spike waved a claw in front of his friend's face. "Hey, Twilight!" When she jerked up, Spike grinned. "You have been staring at that last pancake for a while. Why don't you go back to whatever Maud has planned for you."

"Uh…" Twilight blinked.

"I'm not blind, Twilight. You are both so right for each other, although nopony would have thought it. I know you have," Spike blushed, "games you play, but if you thought I wouldn't notice then you really have been distracted by her." He grinned wide.

"Aw, thanks Spike." Twilight reached out both forelegs and hugged her draconic friend. "Maybe you should go looking for another dragon? Somepony to make you as happy as Maud makes me?" She watched as Spike blinked a few times, then nodded.

"I might." Spike felt yet more ache in his heart, but the little dragon had nothing if not a huge heart. "Let me clean this up, you go back to whatever you are meant to." He rolled his eyes and started picking up the dishes.

Trotting back to her room, Twilight looked again at the machine. Stepping up to it, she ran a hoof gently over the top of the barrel. Two little rubber patches were on the base, while the main part—that attended to her marehood—was attached to the upright plate at the back. "Come on Twilight, you have to do what Mistress said."

She wanted it all, everything. Twilight started with the saddle, fastening the girth strap first, then the ones that wrapped around her chest, and rear. Pulling the straps a little tighter than usual, she shivered in anticipation. Next came the bridle, and as she pulled it up and over her head with her magic she suddenly lost that faculty. The inhibitor ring had dropped down over her horn and Twilight had to reach up with her hooves to finish fastening it. She tossed the reins over her head so they hung at her withers. Alright, time to put myself into Mistress' care again.

Stepping over the machine, Twilight lined herself up. She set her belly on the barrel and, remembering how eager the machine was to secure her, slipped her hooves down close to where-

The straps grabbed Twilight's back legs and tightened, she giggled into the bit in her mouth as the straps pulled her backwards. As soon as her plot pressed to the back plate, the machine came to life. Oh gosh that is good. Twilight felt the buzzing of the machine, as the rubber plate vibrated over and against her sex, rumble all the way through her hindquarters. Rocking her body, the alicorn gave herself to the amazing feeling coursing into her.

Then the thing shifted gears. The pressure and buzzing started to grow stronger, the base plate starting to twist a little as it worked her up into a fever pitch. The machine didn't tease, it didn't play games; it pushed Twilight plot-first into a body-shaking orgasm. She screamed her delight into the gag-bit, not caring if anypony could hear her. The toy didn't stop, didn't slow.

Twilight gasped as her oversensitive body was further stimulated. The machine pushed her right back up to a great rush of pleasure. Sparks of release still echoed in Twilight's limbs as the machine shook and twisted all her resistance to the idea of multiple orgasms from her. Twilight was pushed right into her second climax for the day.

A haze of pleasure was rolling over the mare, Twilight struggled to even think clearly through it. Just as the Princess managed to put together one thought that wasn't related to how good she felt, it was suddenly shoved from her head as the teat massagers started. It was a gentle, rolling motion; it drew Twilight's breath from her body in a gasping moan. The machine had a firm hold on its victim and it intended to use her just as it had been programmed.

Twilight's mind became clear again, her body was slumped down, forequarters and head resting on the floor while her back end remained in the grip of the machine. Once more it gave a ding and released Twilight's back legs. Flopping to her side and panting, Twilight felt more and more aftershocks of pleasure shoot through her body.

Mistress... All Twilight could focus on, all she could think about, was Maud. Kicking her back legs, working them now that they were free of the grip of the machine, she managed to walk them forward and lift her back-end up into the air. The smell in the room was strong, mare musk overpowered any other scent and would have had any stallion drunk in moments.

With her back legs under her, but wobbling, Twilight slowly pushed and shoved, lifting herself up and was soon standing. The bridle kept any hint of magic at bay, and the saddle kept her shoulders and hips from giving way. One wobbly hoof after the other, Twilight Sparkle made her way into her bathroom. Leaning over the tub she giggled into her bit and flopped sideways.

Squirming on her back in the big tub she tried to reach up with her magic to turn on the water; of course there was no magic to use. Slapping at the controls with her forehooves met with a little more success, and after further weak efforts she got the tub filling with warm water. Mistress...

The water level rose more and more and, at last, the strong musky smell seemed to fade. The tender flesh of her vulva was soothed by the water, and giving a happy groan Twilight surrendered to the buoyancy and floated. A spark of pleasure surprised her, she looked down to see her own hoof between her back legs, stroking herself. Feels so good… can't stop… She relaxed in the water, rubbing her inflamed lips, tending to the fire that grew ever higher. Twilight's whole body reacted to the arousal, she squirmed and wriggled in the water, struggling in the grip of the saddle tack. Then it was like the fire inside suddenly rushed outside, over her.

Moaning loudly, her eyes screwed shut, Twilight came hard and splashed a lot of water out of the tub. Every part of her was wrapped in the pleasure, she kept rubbing, inspiring more lightning strikes like the first as she pushed herself through orgasm after orgasm. "Mfmmfmf…"

Staring up at the ceiling, Twilight felt her hoof still working. Is that me? Can I even control myself right now? She pulled her hoof away and looked at it. I can, I can draw back from the-

"Twilight! Lunch is ready!" Spike's voice echoed through the door and her bedroom, earning more splashing from the bound alicorn. Climbing from the tub, Twilight tried to dry herself with magic but remembered the bridle. Giggling, she removed it as fast as she could and set about getting the saddle off and drying.

Clopping down the stairs from her bedroom, Twilight felt so filled with energy she was practically bouncing on each hoof. I feel amazing, so full of happiness and… love. As she reached the bottom she spread her wings and glided a few lengths. "I wonder if this is how Pinkie gets so happy all the time?"

"What was that, Twi?" Spike poked his head out of the dining room.

"Oh, nothing Spike." Twilight trotted, her tail held high. Lunch was gulped down without any of the serious conversations of breakfast. In no time at all Twilight was back up in her stinky room and was looking at the machine again. "Now what, I need to ride this until Mistress gets home?"

Levitating her list up, Twilight looked at the last entry and just grinned. She found the saddle again, a little wetter than she had thought she had left it. Lifting the tack up, she fastened it as per normal, fitting all the pertinent bits and pulling it tight in all the best places. As Twilight turned to find the bridle, she heard the rubber straps squeaking. Maybe I will ask Mistress to get me a whole outfit made from this? The thought tantalized her and, soon, Twilight could smell her arousal even in the bathroom. Lifting the bridle up, she pulled it around her head and—like last time—had to finish securing it with her hooves.

Prancing into her bedroom, Twilight looked at the mess that was the machine. A tremble of anticipation filled her. It is going to buck me until I can't think anymore. I will be so horny I will just start playing with myself for no reason other than to feel it again. The thought, particularly thinking such a naughty word, startled Twilight. Did it do that to me, too? She stepped forward and set her plot down in position; she didn't even need the straps to pull her back end tight, but once they had her legs they did anyway.

The vibrations started again, Twilight felt everything fade away, every sense of the world around her was vibrated away and stuffed deep inside as the needy mare that the strange barrel-device had conjured within Twilight was in full control. And she loved it.

Author's Note

Damn you, Penalt. Just once can we not have crazy discussions turn into amazing ideas for stories?

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