Kinky pony thread
my kind of thread
Backstory to >>967437 :
Such as society had advanced in a thousand years, so had it’s apparel in regards to methods of restraint. Some of it she didn’t like, some of it she found utterly amusing to wear. An entire outfit made of material that usually would be a hoof covering on some of the more treacherous terrain. Skins of animals when prepared properly served amazingly well in keeping ponies stationary.
Tonight was different. She didn’t want to wear any of it. Rather she was coerced into wearing it, threatened was the proper word. If not, surely there would be repercussions.
First was a rubber suit. With it being so thick, it would definitely hinder her movement a great deal. There were thinner ones, but this one was made especially for her. Each hoof was slowly placed into the designed sheath, bulging out the rubber cocoon until there was no more length it could travel, bottoming out on the shaped hoof at the base. Even though the material was cold, her body quickly warmed it up.
There was no zipper, merely an opened back. The thick sheath flopped heavily on her form, the neck, head and tail not inserted yet into it’s embrace. She closed her eyes and passed her tail into the appropriate hole, using the extra rubber strip attached to it to bind up the base. At her part the thick rubber had thinner ribbed sections to cover each orifice. With a tingle of magic they adhered to her pucker and mound perfectly.
Her wings were placed inside special pockets, so that they could not unfold once inside. The rear of the suit began to grow warm, the seams where a zipper would be began to close up. Magic was used to get her in here, and only that would get her out. It stopped at her shoulders, the head still needed to go on.
Lowering her head, she slid inside as magic aided her from letting the hood collapse. It was a tight squeeze, but lightened as her horn, ears and head emerged into the black hole. The excess air whooshed out through the only passage, two soft metal nose holes. Big enough to keep her conscious, but too small to support a gale that was needed to stay awake if struggling. It was an extra deterrent to keep her inside.
Ear plugs sunk into her canals, deafening the outside world of noise. She muzzled the gag and let it slide into her maw, letting the stressed muzzle sink inward and wrap around her snout. The horn sheath didn’t block ability to use magic, just felt odd as it sunk around it. Her hair in the front had it’s own pocket, but as with her tail, the mane was protruding and quickly wrapped.
The gag inflated slightly, pressing further into her maw and outwards. She grunted in displeasure as it continued growing larger and larger, stifling any real vocal effects past a whine or a grunt.
Through the ear plugs, she heard the jungle of metal buckles. A high collar was wrapped around her neck, and then tightened. The mare gulped, it tightened more, but not enough to strangle her. A canter belt was laced between her rubber hooves, joining a harness that was strapped over her wings and then wrapped around her hips.
Each rear hoof was spread far apart. A single cuff was buckled gently around her rear fetlock, and tightened so that it wouldn’t slip past her hoof. The other side was completed and she couldn’t close her legs anymore. It was more than embarrassing, though the red she was wearing on her face was hidden by the thick latex.
She huffed in complaint as a wisp of magic touched her where no royalty should be. It seemed to like her muffled whines and continued, tracing small circles around her full lips. It shoved inside, causing a muffled gasp from under the thick latex hood that turned into a pleasurable whimper soon enough. For several minutes it teased, growing her arousal wetter and wetter, dripping down the rear of the suit in thick beads.
The magic wasn’t done, it began to push inside long members. Of no doubt, faux stallion members. Deeper and deeper the twin shafts pushed, eventually bottoming out against her cervix. The other member, went ever deeper, filling her fully with no exception. The bases of the two toys fused to the suit and her rubberized pucker and slit.
From the weight pulling down at her parts, there was something else attached. Her hunch was correct, twin bulbs began to pump air into the toys. She wished that there was a way to close her rear legs, squeeze gently the toys deep inside and then proceed to grind them together in pure lust. Such was not the case, they merely called out to her parched need, never quenching it.
Another surprise came as both toys began spin to life deep within her. She groaned in pleasure as they were dialed up in intensity, sending her into delighted squeals. Hopefully they would be left on like this. It took quite alot of bother to get an Alicorn worked up, and much much more than that to let them finish. The toys were left on high and her front hooves were wrapped together in a piece of leather. This hobbled her in a tri-pod pose, unable to move anywhere without falling over.
The last piece looked like a simple ring, but below it was deviously complex. Inscriptions, enchantments and a special design were all meant to keep any pony with unicorn powers from using them. As the world and all it’s magical feelings collapsed, she knew that there was no way out of this, not anymore. It sat on the horn from the friction of rubber, it wasn’t going to fall off, it had to be removed.
Why did she do with to herself? Why did the Princess of the Night trap herself like this. If anything struck Canterlot and she was needed, it would be embarrassing to be found like this. Hindered and bound at her own hooves.
It was all fine though. Her ShadowBolts always found her. They were sworn to protect her till death, even if that meant from herself sometimes. They never asked questions, never judged, always protected.
Being an Alicorn was lonely. There were no stallions to mingle with, it was forbidden. It was just year after year, building onto of each previous year. There had to be an outlet, to be quelled by her own devices. That was exactly what was going to happen for the next eight or more hours.
Ah, the glorious trappings of this new millennia!
Twilight took two volunteers to test the relative endurance of male and female ponies under conditions of edging and denied orgasm. All either one has to do to give up is hit the panic button on the other side of the room.
She never said she was going to make it easy.
Just a little bit more, a little bit more…
Twilight half laid on the floor, her rear hooves supporting her flank into the air as she fiddled with the vibrator’s control setting to push her over the edge very slowly.
Near her head was a page from a folder. A special parchment with a magical inscription on it. It was already infused with enough energy to cast the spell written across it, all she had to do was place a hoof on it and simply think on whom to cast it upon. Ready made spells for non-unicorns. She was fully capable of casting it herself, but that would break her concentration and could potentially foil her plan. These types of spells were instantaneous, requiring just a split second to cast.
For the past five hours she had teased herself into an aroused state that was more intoxicating than being in heat. Her head was swimming in chemicals and all cognitive thought had left her, save for her goal. She had coaxed herself into a wave of pre-orgasm, her split glistening in juices of ecstasy as she felt a swell of heat overpower her nether.
Every muscle in her backside tightened, her vulva began to wink, then tense up as it contracted. She shuddered as she drew in a slow deep breath, pushing the orgasm back down with her mind, letting it bottle up like shaking a soda, soon to explode.
Her head was full of warm sand, an ocean of boiling water held perched above it, the membrane separating the two starting to leak small droplets. In an instant she felt the membrane burst, her entire skull was filled with a flare of pure pleasure, burning away all the tense frustration she had put herself through.
In that instant, when her body jerked, her flank quivering in the throes of orgasm, the chill of a well earned reward shot down her spine and the world melded away in carnal bliss. In that instant she pressed an unsteady hoof onto the paper, activating the spell and thinking of herself.
It took no time at all. Her vision went black, the soft moaning she had been emitting was silenced. Every limb froze in it’s position and her body gained a couple hundred pounds as every inch of her was turned into stone, petrified.
Twilight’s mind and body had been paused, stuck in a loop now. The sensation of the orgasm at it’s peak was now stuck on repeat until she was freed. This spell was crafted as a punishment, to make one mute, blind and immobile for however long the sentence was, though it left the mind and physical sensations active. Aware of time passing and the sense of touch. She had edged herself to atop the tidal wave of a glorious orgasm and trapped herself there in the thoughtless fuzz of the chemical release.
The spell was reversible, but it was going to take time for somepony to find her. Time to find a capable unicorn to look at the spell parchment under her stone hoof and cast a proper spell to bring her back. But she was in her laboratory, down below the library, a ’Do not disturb’ sign on the door. It was going to be a few days, perhaps a week for anypony to come check on her.
A week would feel like a long time, and she wasn’t sure of how her body would react turning normal again after riding an orgasm for that long. Any of the doubts as to whether or not this was a good idea were lost as Twilight merely felt the constant pleasure loop she had put herself in.
>tfw no high res
Magical temporary amputation is a form of bondage that requires ultimate trust. Or a complete sense of whimsy.
Vitruvia’s finally had her orifices filled to near-bursting with slime, mouth utterly crammed with cock-gag and the walls pumped to full of the ooze that she can’t even move with it all pressing against her body~
And that’s before we get to that lovely jelly-sleeve wrapped around her cock teasing her to the brink of orgasm… but never letting the poor augmented-pon get there. What else could she possibly want?
I have a confused boner tho. In one place, the neck tube I forgot the name scares me. On the other, the difference of her looks before and after, her fear at the start and that tiny heart flying at the end.. I dont know.
Permanent stuff is a huge turn on for me. Also, I think that the idea that it's Rarity, a pony normally seem as gorgeus s te one receiving it is a plus.I dont think it would have the same impact if it was Applejack or Rainbow Dash for example.
I'm a big fan of Dombrus' work, especially his MLEP series.
Story at: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12768981/
This was the image that I lost to in the beginning.
bump with content