Exhibition Inhibition

It was no secret that Twilight Sparkle's library had a restricted section. It wasn't uncommon for the residents of Ponyville to joke about the kind of books that could be found there. Only Twilight's closest friends knew the truth, but only Twilight and Spike knew how to bypass the security spells protecting the place.

Well, and Rarity, once she had persuaded Spike to tell her.

The truth was that there were, indeed, books of “sex magic” tucked away between tomes of dark and dangerous forbidden magic. Sometimes, of course, they were the same books. Still, Twilight had often voiced her disapproval of ponies “corrupting the pure and noble pursuit of arcane knowledge to satiate base desires”, so even the most basic books on the subject were filed away there.

Rarity had long suspected that Twilight was more than a shade hypocritical when it came to this subject, and now that she had examined her friend's filing system up close, she was only more certain of it. The most dangerous books were all placed under lock and key — an additional layer of security — but several of the more “interesting” spellbooks were given their own separate shelf, where they could be conveniently accessed at short notice.

With this in mind, Rarity felt very little guilt over her decision to sneak in one night, while Twilight was away on a diplomatic mission, having taken Spike with her. She still had to be careful, however, since Starlight Glimmer was still in the castle.

Lying on a floor mat she had brought with her, Rarity muttered as she traced her hooftip down the lines of text contained in one particular volume, her tail flicking from side to side as she tried to make sense of the arcane scribblings. She read aloud to help her think, not having the experience of dealing with spellbooks to warn her against this habit. Words had a power of their own, and books on the subject of magic often held magic within them.

When the words on the page began to glow, and her tail was suddenly lifted by an unseen force, Rarity let out a startled yelp. An artificial whine filled the air, and inky black tendrils materialised from the floor beneath her. In a panic, Rarity leapt to her hooves, making a dash for the door, only to find herself snared by the swirling darkness, which rapidly enveloped her hindquarters.

She gave a strangled cry, as intrusions of the most intimate variety slid effortlessly into both her rectum and vagina; Whatever substance this magic possessed met no resistance, stretching her open and flowing smoothly inside her.

Abruptly, the whine stopped, and the tendrils she was straining against released her, whereupon she felt face-first onto the floor. Something still enveloped her backside, and whatever protuberances had violated her were not withdrawn, but her legs were now free.

Staggering to her hooves once more, she glanced quickly around the room, and back at her own rump. The “something” in question was black-and-white, and gleamed in the faint moonlight — the illumination of her horn having cut out with the first moments of her alarm.

Yet, for all the sudden, violent flurry that had just transpired, the room was surprisingly still, and silent. No other sign of the magical outburst remained, and though her rear end was uncomfortable, it was devoid of further activity.

She was just about to light her horn, and inspect the effects of this magic more closely, when a light appeared under the library door, and hoofsteps began to echo from without the room. Evidently, the sound had alerted Starlight Glimmer, who was now approaching to investigate.

Another, less primal, panic seized Rarity. Not wishing to be caught like this, she scooped up both the spellbook, and the floor mat, using her magic, and made a dash straight for the window. She reached the edge of the balcony just as the door began to open, and in a moment of desperation, threw herself off.

The fall was not too far, the ground was both soft and wet; She would undoubtedly be sore tomorrow, but at that moment being covered in mud upset her more, so it would be safe to assume that she suffered no major injuries.

The spellbook fared less well, landing open, pages-down, in a very muddy puddle. Rarity grabbed it, and threw the floor mat over herself like a cloak, slipping away into the night.

Starlight Glimmer stood in the library. The windows were open, the curtains billowing in the wind. She assumed the piercing note had been part of Twilight's alarm spell, possibly triggered when the weather blew the unsecured windows inward. She cast a quick scrying spell over the library to be sure, and finding no intruder, secured the window.

Placing her own security spell in place of Twilight's, she made a mental note to inform the princess, on her return. If somepony had tried to sneak in, it seemed the alarm had scared them off.

Still, it was probably nothing…

Back into her bedroom at the Carousel Boutique, Rarity finished drying herself off. The book lay on the counter downstairs, a sodden mess likely beyond any repair. The floor mat lay in the bin outside, likewise ruined. Having been forced to hose herself down before entering the house, Rarity was cold and miserable, but at least she was now inside, where it was warm and dry.

She set about examining the results of the evening, properly taking stock of her situation.

An… artefact, of cloudy white with glossy black trim, encased her nethers. It felt metallic, yet not cold to the touch. It was decorated with a rose-and-thorns motif. Part of it, like a belt, encircled her flanks, just forward of her hips. It was segmented, yet with no clear way to access the joints. A triangular shape extended backwards over her croup, onto the top of her buttocks, with a hole in the middle for her tail.

Standing in front of a mirror, turned away but looking back, she could see how the raised ridge obstructed her dock. If she wished to fully lower her tail, she had to swing it out to one side. Aligned centrally, it would be forced so far up that, when walking, her tail would naturally flop forwards over her withers. Either way, she had no choice but to expose herself fully. An odd design, she felt, since the same black-and-white metal hid her private parts from view.

Another plate extended from the belt underneath her, curving up over her marehood. The plate was wide enough to press against her legs on either side, adding slight tension to the skin of her labia. All the edges were rounded, with a slight ridge, such that they did not dig in or chafe. They slid smoothly enough across her fur when she moved, yet pressed in tight enough to leave not even the slightest gap.

Beneath the plate, she could feel something, hard and smooth, pressed against the walls of her vagina. It did not feel overly long, or wide, but was most definitely inside her. At the base, it widened, adding pressure to her entrance. It seemed a minor complaint, against everything else, but Rarity wished she hadn't been wearing her piercing that evening. A single metal loop through her clitoral hood, decorated with a tiny sapphire, was now pressed quite firmly against her clit, the stimulation it provided only adding to the indignity of this whole affair.

Between the two plates, her buttocks were held slightly apart by a thick metal ring, which encircled her anus, with a series of black spikes pointed inwards. In the center, a rounded knob was decorated with the image of a black rose, but… it did not appear to be joined to the spikes, or any other part of the device…

Rarity extended her magic around the knob, attempting to grip it. To her surprise, the magic simply… stopped, the moment it touched the metal. Making a note to experiment with this later, she rested her trunk on the bed, and pressed her forehooves to either side of the rose.

Sure enough, the butt-plug, though made to match the belt, was quite separate, and it took little effort to ease it out. Rarity levitated a mass of paper towels across the room to catch the unsanitary object, and immediately hurried to the bathroom to clean herself, and it. Though for the moment she could still do nothing about the belt, or the plug in her vagina, she was slightly gleeful to have so easily solved almost half the problem.

The belt… chimed. That is to say, it emitted the same sort of tiny, jingling noise one would expect to hear from a bell. At first, Rarity though she might have imagined it, but only a few seconds later, it did it again.

Okay, so removing the butt-plug set off some kind of alarm. Mildly embarrassing, but not a major problem, it was certainly worth it for the relief of not having that… thing, in her rectum.

Half an hour later, Rarity found herself alternately cursing at, and pleading with, the belt. The chiming had grown, in frequency and volume, until the sound of bells reverberated off the walls. She tried stifling it with cushions, or wrapping it in a soundproofing spell, but her magic simply slipped off the damned thing, and the sound only grew louder, until it penetrated all obstruction. From the rate at which the volume had grown, it would not be long before the noise could be heard all across the otherwise silent town.

With a final cry of defeat and desperation, Rarity ran to the bathroom, grabbed the cursed plug, and rammed it quite unceremoniously against her anus. Despite the lack of lubricant, the plug seemed to encounter virtually no friction, and slid in with relative ease (and relatively little discomfort).

Immediately, the noise stopped, the silence almost deafening. Rarity slunk wearily back to her room, and collapsed onto the bed with a muffled moan of frustration. The clock slowly ticked the seconds by, as she waited to see whether the neighbours would be around to complain.

Fortunately, it seemed, they chose not to bother.

She had made three further observations, before the noise had become such an evident problem. Firstly, with the plug removed, the ring of spikes became more apparent. Pointed slightly outward, they posed no real problem for her, but were seemingly designed — Rarity had indignantly realised — to ensure that no stallion would willing grace that entrance with his cock.

The second discovery was a small hole, roughly the size of a pea, on the lower plate. Perfectly circular, it did not appear to be a keyhole, and the shaft leading from it immediately curved up inside, leaving little chance of inserting anything useful into it. A small quantity of clear fluid had gathered within it, and after gathering a few drops for closer inspection, Rarity recognised the smell of her own sex.

She concluded it was likely a hole for urination, and for draining any other fluids that might gather beneath the plate. Between that, and her ability to remove the butt-plug (if only for short lengths of time), she supposed it would be possible to wear this for several days, or even weeks if needed.

The final observation was that she could not cast any magic on any part of the belt, nor on the parts of herself that were in contact with or inside it. She could not "adjust" herself, and even if she knew some belt-removal spell, she doubted that she would be able to cast it. If the belt was truly impervious to magic, the implications were worrisome. Not least, it suggested that this belt was designed to be very difficult, if not completely impossible, for anyone to remove by force.

Having worn herself out from repeated attempts at her strongest spells, and seeing nothing else that could be done this evening, Rarity elected to sleep on the matter, and approach the problem with a clear head in the morning. She returned once more to the bathroom, to prepare herself for bed.

Sleep did not come easily that night, unaccustomed as she was to such conditions. She had to keep reminding herself that this was merely a practical decision, and that she would continue to seek her freedom in the morning. Still, something about the act of falling asleep with these… things inside her felt horribly submissive, as if she was surrendering herself to her inanimate captor. She did eventually succeed in allowing sleep to claim her, nevertheless.

When the morning light slowly began to wake her, heated fantasies of being sexually dominated swirled in her heavy head. She ground her hips against the bedding, reaching a hoof down between her legs. Not quite clear, in her blurry reality, whether she was having sex, or merely masturbating, she nonetheless undulated her body in the search of greater pleasure.

What she received was frustratingly little sensation; The phallic intruder too smooth to offer more than the barest minimum of sensation, while the tight encasement prevented it from moving more than a half-inch within her in any case. She pawed at the unyielding metal with her hooves, aching for her own touch while quite unable to stimulate herself. Dampness had soaked her thighs during the night, and her hoof rapidly accumulated its own coat of musky fluids.

Eventually, the frustration and confusion forced her mind to complete wakefulness, and she remembered her predicament. Silently cursing herself for only making the situation worse, she immediately forced herself to cease the fruitless humping, and dragged herself out of bed.

Using the toilet proved to be an… unusual experience, but not overly difficult. She opted for a cold shower afterwards, in the hope that this would help to settle her… agitation. Having washed and dried, she headed downstairs, to consider her problem over breakfast.

It had not taken much struggling to convince her that no amount of contortion, lubrication, or brute force would remove the blasted thing without breaking either it, or her own pelvis. A locksmith would be no help, as there appeared to be no lock to pick, and there was no obvious indication of how one was meant to remove it, if indeed removal was part of its design. She had every confidence that Twilight would be able to remove it for her, once the young alicorn returned from her important mission, but asking her to return early would raise many questions, and Rarity did not particularly want everypony hearing about this.

Starlight Glimmer, perhaps, could remove it — she was a highly skilled unicorn, after all — but she would almost certainly inform Twilight and, in the interest of keeping this secret between as few ponies as possible, Rarity felt she would rather wait until Twilight's return. Besides which, although Rarity was “friends” with Starlight, she did not yet feel close enough to be comfortable sharing this matter with her.

It was likely that no other pony in Ponyville had the skill to bypass the artifact's magical defenses. There was Discord, of course, but… Rarity found herself wondering just how inconvenient it would actually be to have the doctors break her pelvis, in a properly medical fashion. She supposed asking Discord for help on this matter would be slightly preferable, but it was a close call.

So… “Plan A” would be to find some way of removing it herself. She would not even know where to begin researching the kind of magic needed to do so, but with the proper tools, a more mundane approach might well succeed. Though she was hardly an expert, she did not imagine it would be too difficult to figure out the best way of cutting through metal plates without injuring herself.

This would, of course, mean leaving the house to buy said tools. Still, she needed fabric for several important orders anyway, not to mention groceries, so shopping was really unavoidable.

A short while later, Rarity left the house, wearing a floral cream dress and matching sunhat. Persuading her tail to stay down had required some effort; Beneath her dress an additional ribbon held her tail in position, despite her raised dock. It was not entirely comfortable, but far preferable to the alternative.

“Good morning, Rarity!”

Rarity froze. The cheerful voice of Junebug was not out of place, but as the other mare greeted her, Rarity felt something stir in her nethers, a faint murmur of sensation that was barely strong enough to be certain of, yet not faint enough to ignore.

“G-good morning!” Rarity stammered out cheerfully, smiling as best she could while those mint green eyes stared back at her, and subtle vibrations teased her marehood.

Then Junebug looked away, continuing on down the street, and the sensation stopped. Rarity hurried on by, neither wishing to linger, nor attract attention with undue haste.

Rarity's mind span. What had prompted this new development. Was it connected to Junebug, or mere coincidence? Was it the greeting, her own name, mere proximity to another mare? Rarity resolved to get this entire shopping trip over as quickly as possible, with the minimum of interaction. If she never had to puzzle out the logic behind this spell, she would remain happy in ignorance.

As she continued down the street, the device continued to give tiny, sporadic bursts. Some seemed to be at random, others occurred when somepony greeted her. The connection to other ponies seemed evident, but whatever the exact reason, the sensation was at worst a mild discomfort, not so different from what she was already enduring. Certainly, she could manage it.

The market square was already busy, with many ponies setting up their carts in front of the shops. Having so many ponies around was daunting, but Rarity reasoned that it would not become any less crowded as the day continued, and so she steeled herself against the impending vibrations, and continued on.

“Hello, Rarity!”
“Good morning!”
“How are you today?”

The flower trio spoke in near-unison as she stepped in front of their cart, all turning to face her. The vibrations flared from a subtle murmur to a gentle purr, as Rarity put on the most friendly smile she could manage and waved to the girls.

“Good morning! I'm very well, thank you!”

“Did you want any flowers today? We have some delicious ones!”

“Oh, n-no, no, thank you.” Dear Celestia, she thought, please stop talking to me. The three of them were staring at her, as her marehood began to twitch and shudder, her clitoral ring driving the vibrations straight into her sensitive nub.

Then the girls turned back to their flowers, as Rarity stumbled away, and the vibrations cut out.

They had been looking at her.

Oh dear goodness, that was the key, wasn't it. Ponies looking at her. That set it off, and the more ponies were looking, the stronger the vibrations…

She swallowed. The square was full of ponies, dozens of them. If they all turned to look at her, at the same time…

She took several calming breaths to reassure herself. There was no reason they would look at her, her dress was not that attention-grabbing, she would receive a few brief glances but not enough to worry over. A few steps further into the square, and her nerves were calmed.

Blue eyes locked onto her, from across the crowd. A magenta mane bobbed, as a pink hoof waved furiously in her direction.

Oh no.

Not her.

Not here.

If any pony could, and almost certainly would direct the attention of the entire crowd upon Rarity, it would be Pinkie Pie. As much as Rarity loved her friend, this was most certainly the time for discretion, and a hasty retreat.

Unfortunately, Rarity's hasty, slightly panicked retreat, led her straight into collision with one of the nearby stalls.

The air turned to water, as time slowed to a trickle. Before Rarity's horrified eyes, stacks of metal pots and pans dislodged themselves and began to slide, tumbling down towards her. Neither her limbs, nor her horn, could react fast enough. Her terrified scream almost drowned out the crash of metal-on-metal, and on hard, stone cobbles.

She didn't have to turn around, to know that every eye would be on her. She knew what would happen, bare moments before the gentle purr in her nethers intensified to an overwhelming crescendo. Her legs shook, as her cunt spasmed. Vibrations pulsed in waves through her abdomen, up her tail, down her thighs. Her jaw clenched as she desperately fought down howls of ecstasy — the last thing she needed was to call more attention to herself.

Rarity wanted to flee, to escape the scene at full gallop, but it was all she could do to remain standing, and still. Her legs threatened to buckle underneath her, and she had to force her hips not to thrust obscenely. It took mere seconds for the device to bring her to orgasm, fluids spurting from that one, tiny, hole beneath her dress. The assault did not stop there, however, as the vibrations only continued their onslaught.

“Are you alright, miss?”

The owner of the stall was looking at her with a worried expression. Rarity tried her very hardest to keep a straight face.

“YES! I'm fah-FINE! Suh-soSorryIdidn'tmeanTo!”

Her face was burning up, sweat trickling down her neck.

Oh please, please, PLEASE stop looking at me!

Fortunately, most of the crowd seemed to lose interest. The vibrations subsided, to the point where they were still very noticeable, but no longer overwhelming.

“Oh, well it's quite alright, no harm done.”

“Right! Yes, so sorry.” Rarity lifted the pans, throwing them all back on the stall at once, then grabbed a gem from her saddlebags. “Please accept this as apology!” she almost shouted, already backing away.

The stall owner had no time to react to the gem being forced upon him, before Rarity fled the square in a directionless gallop, leaving only a damp patch on the cobbles, and a lingering scent in the air…