Author's Note

This entire story is set between the Canterlot wedding and when twilight becomes a princess, so she doesn't have wings yet :)

Twilights Torment

Bookworms are like hungry caterpillars, devouring knowledge voraciously with each book they bury themselves in. They crawl through the vast pages of literature, feeding their insatiable appetite for the unknown. And just like caterpillars undergo a metamorphosis, Twilight would soon be finding herself undergoing change, nesting in a cocoon of pleasure, pain and torment.

"Spike!... SPIKE!!!", screamed Twilight, from across the room.

"Alright, alright, i'm coming!", replied the reluctant little dragon, who came scampering into Twilight's study, seeing the messy scrolls scattered across the typically studious unicorn's room. He let out a deep sigh, rethinking his service to purple pony in a humorous thought of accusation.

"Maybe i should run away and see how long it takes her to realize i am gone", he thought to himself before snorting softly in laughter and swiping a gestured paw through the air.

"Spike i need you to pick up some more scrolls and ink for me", said twilight.

"Now? Its pitch black outside!", replied spike.

"Please, its really important", said twilight.

"Everywhere is closed, how can you expect me to-..."

"Spike! I haven't got time for this", screamed twilight in a brash, almost frantic tone.

"Fine... But you owe me one when i get back", grumbled spike as he thought of where he could get ink and paper at this time of night.

Soon after, the thought suddenly occurred of the night shops in Canterlot; they charged a hefty price, and rightfully so being open so late. Spike scoffed to himself but shrugged it off, thinking of spending a little of twilight's inundated scholarship fund on himself. With a smug affirmative smile, he nodded to himself, walking out the front door, bag in hand, in search of the nearest wagon for hire.

Once twilight heard spike leaving, she let out a soft, relaxed sigh. Getting up from her chair, she tucked the seat in, folded her book closed and began immediately organizing her room using magic, returning the scattered scrolls to their rightful holes in the partitioned wall.

"Sorry spike", twilight said in a soft tone as she made her way to her room, knowing now she had time.

After a couple glances over her shoulder, twilight used her magic to pull a book from under her bed. Seeing the hardback book made her smile, and as she glanced over the front covers' illustration, she couldn't help but make a noise of excitement. The book was a romantic red, a shade lighter than blood. The center of the book bore a black background with the illustration of two white unicorn silhouettes: one being a mare on her hind legs, looking upwards with her hooves pulled close to her body by some form of restraint, and a red ball, baring a strap covered her mouth.

Behind her, the second silhouette. A larger stallion holding the reins of her apparent gag and the restraints on her arms, pulling her close. The cover alone was enough to make Twilight's brain foam at the mouth, yet her imagination was most vivid not by the images the book displayed, but by the words it contained.

Twilight sat herself upon her bed, getting comfortable. She closed her curtains, lit her bedside candle and discovered a random pot of tea she must have prepared some time ago. She used her magic to warm the water to a boil before pouring some of the brown liquid into one of her many cups. Hastily, she nestled down into her pillows and used her magic to multitask both the cup against her lips, and the book, which she opened at the bookmarked page. Glancing at the words, she found where she left off, now fully immersed in this novel:

'She clenched her teeth hard against the rubber ball in her mouth, promptly drooling and grunting like some animal as her sex was ravaged by the well endowed stallion.

He pressed his hips hard against her shiny, ripe ass, submerging his length deep into the submissive mare. She moaned some more, straining her arms against the leather straps that held her hooves, making her latex suit squeak in pain as it stretched and pulled against the leather restraint.

She was panting; he was grunting, stuffed deeply into the loins of his plastic wrapped partner who so deeply wanted to squeal his name... '

The novel continued to go into graphic detail, making the now enthralled twilight aroused. Her eyes were dilated, and she breathed through an open mouth.

She had finished her tea not long before the chapter ended, having placed the cup on her bedside drawer. Once the chapter was finished, twilight couldn't help but quickly place the book down so she could hastily fish for something under her pillow. What she pulled out resembled a shiny magenta ball gag with a darker purple leather strap. She placed the ball gently between her teeth, now blushing crimson red as she pulled the strap tight around her head, making her wince slightly, as it clicked shut.

Twilight let out a garbled grunt as she fell onto her back, nesting her head between the pillows as she used her magic to levitate the open book over her face. Page after page; soft moans escaped her lips, and when she began to play with herself, placing both hooves between her spread legs, her eyes narrowed lustfully.

By now she was panting hot air from her flared nostrils. Her mind began to flutter as she continued to read her degenerative smut, wondering to herself in a moment of clarity, why she was so worked up in the first place. However, bouts of pleasure rippling through her body threw her train of thought astray, leading her to arc her back and bite into the tough rubber ball between her teeth as she achieved orgasm. Falling back to the bed, she released her magic, letting the book fall over her damp face for a moment before rolling over to her side, hoofs still trapped between her legs.

She had fallen asleep.

Wearily, she began to wake, her cloudy vision soon wiped away by a set of damp hooves and a moment of corrective blinking. Her bedside candle had died long before the wick had reached the base of the candle, confusing the tired mare, whose attention suddenly turned to the bright light down the steps of her bedroom landing.

She got out of her bed, stretching a little as her body felt funny, in the sense that she wasn't all too stable standing on her own four legs. Shaking her head, she found her vision had returned to its poor, blurry state from whence she had woken. Ignoring her apparent ailment, the unicorn weakly meandered her way down her bedroom steps, being frozen stiff at the site, or rather the figure of, a tall, semi-muscular unicorn, similar in description to the protagonist of her book. Twilight groaned a little as she again tried to correct her vision to normality.

"Who are you?! W-why are you in my house? Leave, o-or...", stuttered twilight, now poised in an alerted stance.

"Or what, darling? Are you are going to give me more to enjoy, sweet marina?", Replied the stallion in a dominant, well-spoken tone.

"M-marina?", Whispered twilight.

Twilight began to look around her supposed house, seeing the decor changed for that of white marble interior, fitted with pillars and a smooth floor coated by a matching snow-white carpet, like the palace bedroom in her book. A large queen sized bed stood aside the stallion as well as a rack of gear; lavished floggers and crops that twilight could just about make out. This is a dream, she thought to herself as she relaxed her posture. To her rational, scientific mind, it all made sense. She had slept wearing her gag, and the book was nowhere in sight. Not to mention her fuzzy body and dream-like vision. Her heart skipped a beat as she relished the moment, not recalling using a dream spell on herself but delighted at the opportunity to become her own antagonist.

The stallion approached, using his magic to lift a weird purple suit from a polished steel rack. The suit itself was shiny, like the one in her book, but it looked different, purple rather than black and more thorough in its design. Yet, no matter how much twilight squinted she couldn't quite understand it.

However, as the stallion himself came within touching distance of the much smaller twilight; she audibly gulped and froze once more, her beating heart rose to her throat. She had never been intimate with a stallion before, let alone interacted with any potential partners.

"Well, what are you waiting for? An order? You like those, don't you?", teased the white stallion.

Twilight's face grew plumb-red and her throat tightened as she tried to choke out her words.

"Y-yes s-sir...".

The stallion laughed a cocky little note as he unfolded the suit before twilight, letting her see the large phallic items danging from the crotch and hood: three in total, each just as large in size. Twilight physically began to tremble from delight and terror, anticipating what came next.

"Put your legs in first", commanded the stallion.

Twilight nodded without a word and stood on her hind legs with relative ease, holding onto the hoof of her dream dominant for support.

Twilight's eyes would dilate and she would shudder as a sensation, much like warm water through a cold pipe, overcame her body. It was pure relief in a sense as each toy at the base was worked into her still body, both aided by her natural dampness and lubricant that otherwise covered the phallic devices. As each fully slipped inside of her, spreading her otherwise untainted, virgin holes; she would let out a series of gasps like one would make after being submerged in cold water.

"Easy girl, we haven't finished yet"

Her arms were guided into the upper portion of the suit, trapping them within perfectly tailored sleeves (it was a dream after all). Once her hooves hit the ends of the sleeves, she felt her suit partially sealed with magic up to her nape. Her panting now grew desperate as she yearned for more, all the while her arms were slowly guided across her stomach through a belted loop before the stretchy rubber sleeves' ends were buckled behind her back.

She began to struggle and grunt, never having been tied up before but enjoying the struggle that came along with it. As she pulled and tugged uselessly, she had to remind herself of her magic as a backup to wake her from this delightful dream if things went too far.

"Open wide, slut..."

The stallions demeanor became more crude and assertive as time went on, only making poor twilight's loins even more wet with each assertive command that was issued.

"Y-yes si- UGHH!"

Twilight would cringe suddenly as the large dildo inside the mask was forced over her bottom lip and plunged into her throat, immediately making her gag and shake her head in displeasure. She began to wretch but soon she felt the massaging aura of the stallions magic against her throat.

"You can take it. There's a good girl", regaled the stallion.

Much to twilight's pleasure of being rewarded with a pet name, the emergent, panicked glow in her horn died down. The hood was soon entirely pulled over her head and sealed with magic along with a tall, thick leather collar. With only twilight's eyes showing with two big black pits for nostrils held open by tubes, she was rendered entirely helpless. Without her knowledge, a series of rings were slipped over her horn and locked in place, all the while the stallion distracted the impressionable virgin by staring into her eyes as he did so. Her legs were suddenly belted together and now she was secured standing by nothing other than magic. This made twilight giggle a little, but also made her cringe and wretch as she still was yet to get used to the impressive toy in her throat.

"Good girl. Count to a thousand for me, and i shall see you again"

The stallion, smiling down at his victim, proceeded to leave twilight with a parting kiss to the nose, his soft lips making twilight's eyes flutter with delight before his magic glow lifted another hood to her head as well as a set of ear plugs to entirely block noise from her ears. Twilight was left in sensory isolation, a rather blissful state. The toys that filled her holes no sooner burst into life, her body lifted and dropped onto a mattress under her, where she was left to writhe.

She suddenly found breathing difficult; the overwhelming combination of the lengthy toys stuffed in each hole and the sudden restriction of her breath became too much for her too quickly, making her resort to magic.

Magic she did not have.

A few strained pushed and a screaming fit of terror later, twilight found herself trapped in limbo, stuck in this soon to be nightmare of rubber that began to essentially suffocate her.

And there she was.

The illusion of grandeur was soon washed away like wet pain on a rainy day, revealing twilight in her own bed, trussed up before her true captor.

Stood over the poor purple pony's rubber-bound body, the freakish and distorted insect queen herself. She was quietly staring down at her newest prey. As if oozing with terror, Chrysalis leaned in and gave the rubber coated pony a deep inhale through her open mouth, letting her fangs dangle over the defenseless pony's body as she found the emotional cocktail she was looking for.

Like a fiending drug addict, chrysalis recoiled at its potency, seething through her teeth like a snake hissing. Being the head of the elements of harmony, Twilight's fear and arousal was like uncorked fine wine, and she held the key to its potency at the click of a button. She couldn't help but relish her victory by dragging her tongue across twilight's collared neck.

"And that makes six..."