Princess Twilight Sparkle approached the Carousel Boutique. It was a beautiful Saturday evening, which meant it was the one time of the week when she could slip away from the royal court without fifty angry nobles on her tail. She didn’t sign up for this job when she had completed Star-Swirl the Bearded’s spell, but she had to do it anyway. She was a princess and that meant she was now responsible for her province’s major issues. Crop prices were down here, a parasprite population flash-flooding there, scuffles at the borders, and oh, sweet Celestia, all the decrees to read and sign! Whatever it was, she had to hear it all and was expected to deal with it.
Twilight was a natural born leader, a planner, delegator, and recently a diplomat; but doing all of these things every day constantly with no respite was too much, even for her. The thought of all the work she was going to have to put up with on the morrow was numbing her head. How she would get to it all, she didn’t know. Finally though, another seven days had dragged by, and she was making her way to Rarity’s place. This was a great diversion. Of all her friends, Rarity knew what it meant to be stressed with work. Rarity would help her.
Reaching the door of the brightly colored boutique just as the sun was setting, she knocked twice, as the establishment was officially closed. After a moment, Twilight heard Rarity’s refined voice answer, “Who is it?”
“Rarity, it’s Twilight,” she called back. The door opened for her and she walked inside. When she passed the threshold, she didn’t see her friend, and was about to call her name again. Just then, the door shut behind her, and a thick piece of cloth levitated by a blue, magical aura flashed into view, covering her vision. Before she could even react, a swift, sweeping blow to her haunches brought her to the floor, and the familiar figure of a pony was on top of her, pinning her down with magic.
Her first instinct was to fight back, but then she remembered that this had happened before and went limp. Rarity’s soft voice came again when she had relaxed. “Rough week again, darling?”
“You don’t even want to know,” Twilight replied, exasperated.
“Not to worry, dear. I’m going to make it all better now.” She felt Rarity’s horn touch her own, and then her horn started to tingle. Then everything went black.
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Twilight awoke, laying in blind darkness. The knockout spell cast on her left her without a clue as to where she was. She tried to move but found herself unable. Trying not to panic, she thought back and tried to remember. She had come from the court and then … oh, that’s right. She realized that she was locked in Rarity’s basement under the Carousel Boutique. Knowing this, she could only sit and wait on the brink of shivering for what would come next. The silk blindfold covering her eyes kept her completely in the dark from any forewarning on what Rarity would do next, but because they had been at this game for the past several weeks now, the lavender pony could take a few guesses. The possibilities were both exciting and a little scary, and she shook in anticipation. She tried to call for Rarity, but found that a ball gag prevented her from speaking at all.
Normally, Rarity would have taken the time to spread and bind her recently acquired wings. Their presence was still very new for her, and she barely knew how to use them. Yet Rarity seemed to know their build like the back of her hoof. In their past few game nights, “stress relief sessions” as Rarity called them, her wings had occasionally gotten in the way when the masterful teases of the fashionable pony had proved too much for the alicorn to control, causing her to flap them without meaning to and disrupting the flow of Rarity’s work.
These random fits usually earned the new princess a couple of stinging swats to the tender rear with a wooden, heart-bespeckled hairbrush, as a reminder that she was supposed to keep calm and submissive under any circumstances. Still, Twilight had come to fear this brush, and it proved to be more of an impending worry during the busy week of duty. So, out of mercy, the seamstress usually spread them out with a very taut frame built for bondage play with inexperienced pegasi. This worked out fine, because then Rarity could use them however she desired. In this particular stress-relief session though, the white unicorn had finally trained her little pet well enough now that her wings her were fully extended all on her own.
“Oh, what’s this?” Twilight heard her ask, her voice coming from out of darkness. “Are your wings fully extended, my dear?” Twilight nodded but didn’t answer aloud because the ball gag prevented her from saying anything coherent. A sudden, sharp smack on her right butt cheek made her squeal. “I’m sorry, dear, I don’t believe I heard you well enough. You know that you’re supposed to answer me clearly when I address you,” Rarity said in a calm voice, maintaining her refined accent.
“Yeh, mithreh,” Twilight immediately answered, trying to speak the best she could through the obtrusive sphere.
“Oh, very good then. This means that you’ve become a submissive lady like I’ve taught you. You’re ready and eager then, aren’t you?” Twilight answered in her gibberish again. Rarity rewarded her with a much needed and soothing rub over the area that she had just hit with the brush and said, “Good. See how relieving this is when you just let yourself go and leave it all to me for a while?”
This relaxed Twilight a bit. Day after day, it was always about what she was doing wrong and how she wasn’t dealing with everypony’s problems. Rarity, however, praised her for what she was doing right. She may have been a little embarrassed that she was already so turned on, but Twilight couldn’t help but agree.
With this, the lavender princess prepared herself for the pain and pleasure that was sure to come. In the past several sessions, she had obeyed her mistress well and made her happy, but that didn’t mean that she was going to get an easy session this time. In fact, she was sure this development would only drive Rarity to more experimental and probably very uncomfortable measures.
There was a longer pause than she would have liked. She perceived the unicorn’s horn light up for a minute and heard the rustling of a few objects being moved around behind her, no doubt the white mare’s collection of toys, or tranquilizing instruments as she liked to call them. The bound and helpless mare couldn’t help but feel that Rarity was taking a little too long on purpose, letting her anxiety build up so that she could squeeze as much pleasure out of her.
It was then that Twilight gave another thought to her vulnerability and examined her position more closely. She was tied down onto a soft, cushioned bench of Rarity’s design. Unlike a regular sofa, it curved upward on one end, right where Twilight’s abdomen was situated so that she was bent over with her pert, curved bottom offered up, sticking high in the air. Her forelegs were restrained with silky but thick ribbons around the legs of the couch so she didn’t have to worry about them getting in the way when Rarity was doing her job. Two other strips of thick ribbon secured her middle section and neck down, so she had very little room to wiggle. Rarity also took the liberty of tucking her tail under the medial ribbon so that she could have unhindered access to her nethers when she needed it.
On the other hoof, her hind legs were freer, but a long spreader bar secured just above her hooves took away her worry of clamping her legs shut when Rarity brought out a particularly scary toy, or when she needed more than a few smacks to the cheeks for misbehaving. Rarity had used it to spread her legs a little wider than usual this time and she was quite aware that she was completely defenseless to anything her mistress had in store for her. To top it all off, a magic-trapping ring rested at the base of her horn, which prevented her from accidentally using her magic to free herself.
After a while, Twilight heard her friend exclaim under her breath, signaling that she had found what she was looking for. Seconds later, she heard the sound of hooves approaching her from behind and she felt a large object press against her rear. She let out a questioning whimper, but the only answer she got was the dildo spreading apart her puckered anus and slowly slipping inside. Rarity didn’t usually use her toys there unless she had been naughty, so the unwelcome and unfamiliar intrusion caused Twilight to let out a muffled moan which increased in pitch and volume to almost a squeal as the dildo went farther than anything had before. Thankfully, Rarity had lubricated the toy very well, so it was more uncomfortable than painful.
Still, it took all she had not to ring the bell that was attached to her hoof as a safety precaution just in case Rarity got a little too rough. This safeguard was for Twilight’s comfort and relief, but she always tried her best not to use it. Ringing it would mean that they were done for the night, and she would probably leave the Carousel Boutique much more stressed than when she had entered. “Hleah, Rarihy, I’s hoo hig,” Twilight squealed in protest of the object’s big girth, pulling against her restraints.
She almost immediately regretted this, as complaining would probably earn her another spanking; however, her friend wasn’t cruel. Twilight soon felt the cool sensation of Rarity’s magical touch stroking her horn in combination with her gentle hooves running through her wing feathers. Sensually, the mare ran over their tips and gracefully moved to the bases, where her nerve endings were most receptive. “Relax, darling,” she cooed. “This is as good or bad as you want it to be.”
Twilight was still unaccustomed to the erotic feeling that she got when her wings were stroked. Rarity massaged under the lower sides of her feathers and brushed up against their roots in upward and downward motions. Then when they had been properly serviced, she moved upwards and traced over the appendages’ tops, rubbing in circles. In that circular fashion, she worked towards the tendons that connected them to her body. Reaching them, she pressed in and massaged the flesh there.
Rarity spent due time on each of these areas, certainly in no rush. The slow, loving pace was certainly relaxing; however, it was also very awakening, especially with the huge dildo plunged deep in her ass. Her wings were already fully extended, but they somehow stiffened even more and throbbed whenever the white mare hit a sweet spot. Twilight felt her wings heating up and knew that there was no middle ground. If Rarity stopped attending to them, they would be aching for more attention.
The ministrations to her horn were certainly different but no less pleasing. This feeling she was all too accustomed to. The unicorn’s magical aura covered her horn like a stream of warm, flowing honey. It started at the tip and flowed down like a viscous liquid very smoothly until it came to a crevice. The magic seeped into the grooves along the protrusion, extra sensitive spots where she always pinpointed her magic when she casted spells. Passing the bondage ring, the aura then reached the base and snugly constricted, giving her double the pleasure.
Like a river, the magic then rippled over her horn, causing her to jump in pleasure and force magic against the equally tight ring. The rippling and flowing aura caused a good tension to build up there, and it was only a slight annoyance that she wouldn’t be exploding from her horn because of the tightness of the ring preventing any release from that end.
All this made her relax and forget her butt for a moment. A moan, much softer this time, escaped her as the unicorn found her most sensitive areas very quickly. This massage was a lot better than anything she could get at the Ponyville spa, but at the same time, the bound princess knew that Rarity knew her body much better than she did. This certainly wasn’t meant to put her to sleep.
Sure enough, very soon the gentle stroking on her erogenous zones went from being a distraction to a frustrating and far too drawn out tease. Twilight was past warming up and was now burning for more, and she knew this for sure when she felt a drip of arousal run down her leg. She started moving what little she could, trying to get Rarity to go faster. In response, the unicorn slowly drew the dildo out of her tight bottom and slowly pushed it back in, making her gasp and draw in a quick breath.
Twilight found that Rarity had taken her time in the selection of this dildo. As the phallus plunged in and out of her, she discovered it was just long enough to reach a point where it could be pushed no further. She guessed she was taking a full eight inches, but the length was of less concern to her than the girth. It felt so thick, pushing in and stretching her, balancing just on the threshold between discomfort and pain. The foreplay on her wings and horn was nice, but she really wished Rarity would give her a second to adjust to this hard anal treatment.
Yet the unicorn continued her work at a steady pace, and the unkind dildo pumped in and out without respite. She tried not to clench, knowing it would only make it worse, like Rarity said. Those couple of times when she was actually punished in the ass taught her that the hard way. But sometimes when it went in, it would wiggle and twist, and she couldn’t help herself.
Meanwhile, Rarity probably knew that Twilight was still having a hard time, so she started to kiss her neck while still stimulating her wings and horn as well as ever so slightly increasing the pace of the fucking motion. Twilight’s attention shifted, and she groaned with pleasure through the gag as she moved up her neck, delivering tiny shocks wherever her lips touched.
Suddenly, Rarity gave her a tiny nip on the ear and she cried out. The teased mare was squirming and tugging against her bonds now as her mistress continued this slow and steady treatment that was making her marehood almost burn, begging to be filled. Rarity is sooo good… she thought. Who would have thought that all these places could make me feel like this? And this was true. The detail-focused dressmaker had made Twilight putty in her hooves, almost ready to beg for her orgasm.
Rarity continued to caress and stroke all over the alicorn, even massaging her cutie mark every so often, making her groan in ecstasy. The dildo was now freely sliding its whole length in and out of her as she gave up her ass to Rarity’s treatment. After a while, the white pony even licked her horn, causing her to moan particularly loudly.
Rarity didn’t miss a beat. The skillful mare swirled her tongue around up and down her horn. The ribbon around Twilight’s neck held her just enough so the lavender mare couldn’t move into or away from the muscle’s warm wetness. The bound mare’s lack of control was a little frustrating, but it also felt so wonderful because Rarity really knew what she was doing. The licking was tantalizing of course, but it was also precisely targeting her most sensitive spots and working into and around them.
By the time this tongue-bath was over, she was moving towards her peak, and Rarity didn’t stop. Sliding the flat of her tongue from Twilight’s horn tip downward, she took the protrusion into her mouth and started to fellate it expertly. She started combining her revolving tongue with a little suction, and Twilight started to breathe heavily. Her entire body was quivering from this treatment, and when Rarity started bobbing up and down on her horn, she started moaning continually.
The dildo in her ass suddenly picked up speed, and Rarity’s mouth and tongue around her horn, the hooves on her wings, and now the unicorn’s magic caressing her cutie mark— all of these sensations worked together to make her fly towards her orgasm with tremendous speed. She welcomed the bliss of release as it came upon her like a tsunami from the ocean.
But alas, she gave Rarity too many clues that she was about to cum. All at once, the white pony withdrew. This caused Twilight to whimper as she was a touch away from the breaking point. She thought quickly to clench down on the dildo, but her mistress quickly pulled it out of her winking bum. When she was sure that she had lost her chance, she groaned in frustration.
“Relief doesn’t come that easy, darling,” Rarity said in a sing-song voice. “You still have a lot more in you than that. Calm down and stop squirming.” Her voice wasn’t sadistic, but it really bothered Twilight even though she knew her friend was right. When her friend's hooves returned to softly massage her wings, she tried to relax, but she couldn’t stop squirming.
Apparently Rarity thought she needed a few more spankings to calm down. The first swat came to her right cheek and stung, making her whimper again, and the second landed in precisely the same spot, which actually provoked a muffled scream. Twilight was no masochist, so when the third and fourth burned her thighs, she had lost the feeling that Rarity had worked so hard to build up.
“Are you calm now, darling?” she asked, now rubbing the implement on her unpunished left cheek.
“Yeh mithreh,” Twilight answered with a small whimper.
“Wonderful. Now, before I can give you what you want, you’ll have to work for it.” With that, Rarity’s magic removed the ball gag from Twilight’s mouth, allowing her to breathe and speak freely, but she knew she wasn’t allowed to talk just yet. Her front was bent downwards, so when she smelled the strong scent of arousal, she knew Rarity’s marehood was right in front of her. “Service me, slave,” Rarity commanded.
Twilight was a little shocked that she had been called a slave, so with a little hesitation, she obeyed. Sticking out her tongue, she found her mistress’ very wet pussy and felt for the edges of her lips. Her tongue found the right place and moved from the top down, eliciting a soft moan from the white unicorn. Twilight remembered to go very slowly, or she would get an unpleasant correction on her rear. Rarity was very picky about her pacing.
She spent all the time she could on just her outer lips, lapping up the juices that flowed out when they did. When Rarity said, “Good work, darling,” it was her cue that she could penetrate her with her tongue now. She poked her tongue into the hot and moist love tunnel and wiggled it around. Rarity clenched down on it and sighed.
While she licked and lapped, every so often flicking Rarity’s clit, she felt so happy to be pleasing her mistress. Between gasps and breaths, Rarity uttered words of encouragement to her that she craved so much. Every day it was just berating and sedition against her, but tonight, with one of her friends, she was doing a good job. She was making a difference. She was feeling so relieved just by doing this for her. Rarity was a lady and kept her composure, so she didn’t moan too loudly, but whenever she pushed in her tongue again to scrape against her inner walls, she gave tiny cries of pleasure. Then Twilight knew she had hit the right spot, and focused on that area for a while.
It wasn’t too long before the white mare started to lean her front legs onto the alicorn’s back. She pushed into her face, and the alicorn discovered that her mistress was nearing the point of no return. Desiring to give her the release she was craving not too long ago, she began to flick and then suck on her clit, which quickly pushed the seamstress over the edge.
As Rarity’s orgasm hit her, she cried out in bliss and Twilight opened her mouth just in time to catch most of her love juices. Barely able to stand, Rarity panted and leaned on Twilight for several seconds, but the unicorn’s recovery was quick. A moment later, she said, “Wonderful job, Twilight,” now actually using her name. “I think you deserve a reward now.” She stepped away for a moment and rummaged through her toys again.
When she heard the sound of Rarity’s horn lighting up, Twilight felt a long and thin object being inserted deep inside her pussy, and then she gasped as a cold liquid was injected inside her. The long and thin object was slowly taken out of her, leaving a trail of the cold liquid inside. “Mistress…?” Twilight asked in confusion; she had been expecting something a lot bigger. As the object left her pussy dripping, she heard Rarity refill the instrument. Squirting a little more of the liquid onto her tight butthole, Rarity held the instrument against it until it slowly slipped inside. Rarity pushed the instrument all the way inside of her, and then filled up her ass with the cold liquid, making her emit another gasp. She pulled the instrument out and laid it down.
“Don’t worry, Twilight. This is a special aphrodisiac that also doubles as a lubricant. It might be a bit much at first, but I promise that it’s worth it.” Rarity used her magic to spread the lubricant all around her inner walls, working in and out of her. The magic reached every square inch of her pussy and asshole, smearing it at the very back, leaving just as much as around her lips. Twilight gasped in pleasure at the first real vaginal stimulation she had had all night.
A second and third gob of gel were forced in, being applied for good measure, and covered the rims of her holes. Then the magical touch left her, and Rarity walked away. The feeling was immediately missed, and she was left dripping onto the cushion as well as her legs.
At first, Twilight was just waiting with nothing to do but guess what her mistress had in store for her next, but soon enough, she felt a slight tingling in her pussy. It was not so noticeable at first, but then it came up like a wildfire. Suddenly her marehood was burning with desire, aching and throbbing. She had the same feeling in her asshole too, which was begging to have something in it. It was so intense; she was writhing within seconds, pulling and yanking as hard as she could against the taut ribbons and forcing magic into her horn, desperately trying to get to her nethers.
The bindings just would not let up though, and she was forced to give up. “Rarity…” she called out in a distressed whisper.
“I know what it feels like, darling. I’ve had it in me too. Just be brave, and hold on for a minute. I’m almost ready.”
With a whine and a desperate jerk of her hooves, she said, “I don’t think I can last that long!”
“Well, you can’t very well do anything else. Just be patient,” was her answer.
She thought about ringing the bell. I just have to ring the bell and I can finish myself… Oh, but that would make Rarity so upset, she thought. Still, she had to do something. Still writhing and doing her best to thrust into the air, she racked her brains for another option. Unfortunately, nothing came. Resolved then to not give up until her friend returned, she lay there, whining and whimpering and trying to think about something else.
After what felt like an eternity, Twilight finally heard Rarity’s hoofsteps behind her. “Oh, you poor thing,” the white mare said in her most gentle voice. “You’re taking this rather well. Stallions usually start yelling about now. There, there,” she crooned, stroking her mane. “You’ve been working so hard, so now I think it’s time for you to get your reward.”
Twilight felt three phallic objects, all poking at her holes. She opened her mouth immediately and waited. The dildo in front moved in first, held up by Rarity’s magic as did the one into her rear entrance, sliding in easily as she welcomed it. Rarity’s hooves gripped her cutie marks as the third and most awaited one pressed against the entrance to her marehood and jabbed just as easily into her equally tight but more than eager pussy. As the white pony’s abdomen touched her, she realized that Rarity was using one of her favorite toys, a strap-on.
The first few thrusts caused her to cry out, but the following thrusts of each dildo, timed perfectly by Rarity’s skill, worked an ecstasy into her that made her moan and cry out past the one in her mouth with all she had. Each one pounded its hole mercilessly to her delight, filling the room with wet, squishy sounds from the aphrodisiac and her love juices. Her marehood especially was quivering and pulsating. Moreover, while she had to be distracted from the anal stimulation the first time, in combination with this, the dildo filling in her ass now made her feel just that, so full, a wondrous feeling. Also the one violently pleasuring her mouth let her know that she was indeed completely filled.
Rarity was so right; the discomfort she had experienced moments ago was nothing compared to this all-consuming frenzy of hot passion that she was feeling now. Rarity was thrusting in and out of her and her juices were freely running down her legs for much longer than she would have expected. Unlike her previous orgasm which came on her like a tidal wave, this was the entire planet’s water supply about to slam down on her all at once. She couldn’t hear because of the blood pounding in her ears, but she knew she was panting hard and thrusting with all her strength backward onto the dildo, which Rarity was giving her so graciously. She was also clenching like a vice grip onto the dildo in her ass and sucking on the one moving in and out of her mouth.
Then it finally hit her; a massive and unparalleled stream of the strongest joy a mare could feel. All the books in the world were blotted out in the light of Celestia’s sun shining more brightly than ever before at its zenith. There was again no way to tell how long it lasted, but this was it. Rarity had given her the release she was looking for. It was so pleasantly draining that she collapsed into a deep slumber. After this, she was certain that she would be able to face the trials of the coming week.
