"Twilight, I know it's rough, but trust me. There is no such thing as relationship science," Tangled sighs. She'd just popped into the Library to meet Twilight to discuss maybe getting her book out, when the mare had decided to break down in front of her. This was not normal Twilight behavior, so Tangled decided to listen to the story behind it. Unfortunately, that meant she had to listen to Twilight's bawling for nearly twenty minutes before she calmed down enough to tell her that Dash broke up with her. It had to do with a leash and a gag. A little something Tangled had thought about for a long time. No, not right now. I can't be thinking of leather and gags right now, I need to get the book out. Besides, I have to stay professional, she thought scoldingly to herself. However, as Twilight began getting descriptive, she felt a traitorous wetness between her legs.
"It was all straight out of the book too. I told Dash, but she just... Just wouldn't do it. I don't understand, the book said that it was supposed to be pleasant. Maybe I tied her up to hard?" Twilight seemed to be looking for some sort of comfort.
"Twilight, I don't think you're capable of tying a pony up to hard, especially if you did it by hooves. But, the only way to know is to feel it myself," she sighed. Shouldn't take too long. What's the worst that can happen? Twilight fouls up the harness and I get a bruise? It's not like we're going through the whole thing... As she thought that, she felt something under her tail begin to drool slowly and she cursed Twilight's knowledge of English language.
She stood as Twilight came back with a rope. She couldn't help but shiver in anticipation of the thick bindings; once they were on, Tangled would be unable to take them off. Twilight was suddenly being shy, and the green pegasus realized that she wasn't really presenting an effective position for being tied. She spread her legs out a little, with her rump in the air, but carefully kept her sensitives covered by her tail. Twilight approached her with the rope slowly, as if afraid she'd bolt.
Tangled sighed, "Come on Twi, just tie me as if I were Rainbow Dash." The unicorn nodded, and began to tie her. First, her front ankles, bound together by three loops just under the knees. The rope then found its way to the back of her thighs, taut now because Twilight was pulling both ends around her tail, one loop, to bring it up, and Tangled let out a short gasp. Twilight stopped, staring at the now-exposed femslit in front of her.
Tangled sighed, "Can we get this moving?" That seemed to snap her out of it, as she brought the two ropes down under her thighs and across her belly. Tangled felt exposed as the scent of her excitement began to fill the room. The ropes went through the gap in her front legs, traveling around her neck. Two metal loops were fitted in the rope, resting on her cheek, as it was threaded around her muzzle. It quickly became a harness as her jaw was forced around the final knot in the rope. It was tightened, but only to the point that she couldn't move.
A breeze flickered across her sex as Twilight filled her vision. "Is it too tight?" Unable to talk around the knot, Tangled shook her head no. Twilight smiled, and Tangled began to feel suspicious.
"Good. I did it just like in the book." Twilight walked around behind her and Tangled's wings began to rise. She saw the two free ends of the rope on the floor next to her light up with Twilight's magic and snake back towards her wings. She tried to make them flatten against her sides when something drew along the length of her sex. Tangled moaned into the knot as her wings shot out, muscles straining against the pleasure. The rope bonds slid in around her wings, locking them in place and knotting at the ends. Tangled was now completely helpless.
Seconds past that seemed like minutes. It was dark inside the library, and every inch of the green mare was straining for a noise, any noise, that might mean freedom, when the light of Twilight's horn illuminated her captors face. A purple hoof reached out and stroked her face softly, and Twilight smiled as the pegasus closed her eyes.
Purple eyes met emerald, as Twilight promised, "This will only be between the two of us. I sent Spike out to Fluttershy's for the night; I didn't want to accidentally lash out at him." Green eyes blinked once as the helpless mare acknowledged her captor. Then Twilight asked her a question she hadn't been expecting.
"Do you... Do you want to do this?" Somehow, Tangled felt her mouth free, though she could still see the ropes around her mouth. The looked ethereal, ghostlike, as her mouth formed words that her body wanted and her mind screamed against.
"Y-yes, master." Liquid that had pooled inside her slid down her back legs. The bindings return as she moaned, and Twilight stroked her mane.
"I promise I'll be a good master." Tangled barely heard the promise before the light went out. She whimpered softly into the silence, until Twilight's voice surrounded her. "Tangled Plot, you've been a naughty girl," there was a crack in the silence, like leather against the smooth floor. She felt something brush against her flank, like a hoof. "You've been hiding from your Master far too long. What do you have to say for yourself?"
She felt her mouth released from the bindings. "I-I'm sorry Master. You w-were just so bus-sy," came her meek stutters.
Twilight's voice came, slightly happier, "I'm not busy anymore, toy. And now you're all mine." The bindings came back in time to catch the moan as a hoof was dragged up her femslit again. It rested at the base of her tail as Tangled's breathing came faster. She felt hot breath against her sex and shuddered, until it drew back and she heard a voice whisper in her ear, "You have to work for it."
A firm smack pressed against her flank briefly; a light nip against her ear picked up her heart rate. She moaned and smelled arousal in her face. She brought her face up as much as she could, and found herself nose-first in the warm, cavernous embrace of Twilight's wet sex. She took a deep breath of the mare's scent, which reminded her swiftly of a warm, wet summer breeze. It must be the time she spends reading on her balcony, Tangled thought, until the cave began to pleasure her muzzle. She felt her mouth forced shut as the ropes disappeared and Twilight fully surrounded her muzzle, soaking her coat where it touched. The pegasi's wings fluttered as much as they could bound, and she began to work her nose back and forth inside the unicorn.
Her ears flicked at a low moan, and Twilight released her muzzle. She couldn't stop herself from licking her lips, and briefly blanked at the taste. She couldn't place it as a particular flavor, only as envy of some sort. She heard a shuffle and moved to set her head down as, yet again, her nose met Twilight's rear end. The bindings on her mouth were still semi-transparent, and she slowly realized what Twilight wanted. Her nose stroked the mare up and down, producing another low moan and a small amount of spunk, before she tasted the mare. Twilight filled her mouth, and she couldn't help but moan as the purple unicorn filled her world. Their scents began to intermingle as Tangle's tongue flicked across Twilight's femslit. Up and down the outer labia, working up the other mare until the slit began drooling, Tangle's tongue penetrated and swirled inside her master. The moans began getting higher and higher, until hooves pushed her face deeper into her Master's femslit. Her tongue swirled inside Twilight's sex, nose brushing against the erotic mare's clit as the moans grew stronger, longer, and higher. Tangled's hearts ate increased as she became increasingly convinced this was her place; toy to her unicorn master. Her arousal grew stronger as the moans grew, until her tongue chanced upon a spot in Twilight that triggered the unicorn's back to arch, forcing her muzzle deeper as Twilight's pleasured scream cut through the heavy breathing. Spunk filled her mouth and leaked across her face as she tried to swallow as much as possible. Twilight shuddered as she drew Tangled out of her, moaning softly as the bindings came back. Tangled had lost focus, drooling slightly at the taste still in her mouth.
She felt soft hooves caress her hot face for one slight moment. She gave a frustrated noise at the fleeting reward, and felt a sharp slap on her flank. Her arousal instantly heightened at the crack, her femslit already filling out as a flat leather strip slapped across it's width. Another crack on the other side of her flank as a hoof drew across her length, eliciting pain and pleasure at the same time. She felt the rubbing go faster, frustratingly faster, but not deeper, and whined a little.
"You like that, do you toy?" Twilight's question was accented by the whip as the two sensations began to bleed into each other as her moans began to coincide with the whips on her flanks. Her tail tried to rise further as her chest tried to press against the ground to present a clearer target. Her bindings began to cut into her hooves, pressure her jaws, bring her wings up higher, and spread her legs apart farther, her wings up, and spread her thighs apart. The ropes bit into her slightly, making her more sensitive.
She moaned into the rope, each sharp, lancing crack of the whip sending a fresh stream of spunk down her thighs from her wet, drooling sex. Her arousal began to become overpowering as Twilight's hoof easily slipped inside of her. She moaned louder, the hoof filling her as it traveled back and forth inside her. The hoof came out just before her release, and her moans changed to frustrated whinnies. The bindings released and she opened her mouth to beg when a hoof was thrusted into her mouth, forcing her to suck on it. She tasted herself, mixed with Twilight's distinct taste, and she was shot out of reality, daydreaming.
The hoof was removed, and she moaned, "Oh, Master." Her muzzle met another muzzle, and a tongue slipped between her lips. She couldn't resist if she wanted to, but her mind had already submitted. She felt something brush against her sex, but dismissed it, focusing on the kiss. Then it past her inner labia and penetrated, causing her to flex her muscles against the new object and lose her focus on the kiss. She felt something else pressing against the entrance of her other hole and her eyes widened. Twilight's horn was glowing, and it was her face she focused on as their kiss broke.
The hoof caress came again as Twilight smiled. Tangled felt some of her fear bleed away as her facial binding reappeared and she leaned into the hoof. The object poised against her unoccupied hole began to encircle it, turning her on a little more as Twilight promised her eye-to-eye, "I won't hurt you, I promise." Twilight's kiss resumed as the second object entered her rump and began to vibrate. Her eyes glazed over and dilated at the new experience. The object filling her sex now began pumping inside of her, and her moans turned into a feral growl, and then a pleasured scream as she came violently into the object, becoming slack-jawed and relaxing into the bonds.
The toys inside her slipped out with a light pop, and Twilight retreated into the darkness. Tangled was breathing heavily, and tried to move, only to remember she was still bound. She heard the sound of a pony moving something in the darkness, and then closed her eyes as light filled the room. She didn't understand what she was seeing, until Twilight stepped into her feild of vision, flank reflected by the mirror behind her, puffy fem-slit still glistening wet and entire body still covered in sweet, erotic sweat.
Tangled's eyes turned to the green pegasus mare in the mirror. Her wings were bound at 100 degree angles from her back, now relaxed, flank high in the air, arms bound as her muzzle was. Her muzzle was completely covered in spunk, and forced into a puddle of the substance by the position. Her musculature was accented by a sheen of sweat, and as she continued to explore, she noticed that there was another mirror showing inside the first. This one gave her a clear view of her backside, flushed from the light beating. Her femslit was completely exposed, spread wide enough you could see into the cavern of her sex, still drooling. Her outer labia had inflated, connecting to her rump. It had inflated as well, and was slightly spread apart. Though you could see there was a hole, you could not see into it.
Tangled thought she should feel violated. She hadn't signed on for this, she'd thought all they were going to do was test the bonds. But then she realized, she had. She had wanted it immediately after twilight had finished describing what she'd done to Rainbow Dash, and felt a need for it. She looked at Twilight, lost, and found a loving stare back. Not a stare for her body, a stare for her heart, and a single tear left Tangled Plot's eyes. She felt the bindings slowly leave her body, dropping around her, her wings falling tiredly into place, her muzzle freed of the knot, and then the loops, her chest no longer bearing the ropes, her tail allowed to drop, and finally her hooves freed. She stands shakily, staring into those eyes.
Twilight approaches the unsure pegasus and kisses her deeply. She breaks and caresses her muzzle in the way she knows the green mare loves. She sees her eyes close and hugs Tangled lightly. "Twilight, I-I don't understand what's just- I-"
"Shhhhh," the unicorn replies, "I've got you now, and I promise you that I'll never let you go." And Tangled felt comforted in a way she hadn't known she needed. She finally found a pony to lean on.
Author's Note
I originally wrote this for one particular person. She loved it, so I showed it around. I figured, if they liked it, must be worth sharing, so... Enjoy.
