Click.

Cold metal locked around Twilight’s hooves as she felt the old, familiar excitement welling up through her.

Click.

With her vision removed by the blindfold, the sounds of the cuffs shutting was deafening, and with each click Twilight’s stomach clenched, knees trembling. No matter how many times she did this, those clicks always sent shivers of excitement through her; a confirmation of what was to come. Of her place.

Click.

Her tail flicked impatiently as the pony locking her in saw to her back legs, but they swatted it away. Twilight was not for them.

Click.

With the last of the restraints in place, Twilight heard their retreating hoof steps, the sound of the door open and close behind them, and then Twilight was alone. She wouldn’t be for long.

Her back legs were locked slightly wider apart than her front, and pads along the inside of the cuffs prevented them from rubbing uncomfortably. Twilight let out an exasperated sigh, muffled by the gag. They always made her wait. Always let her get fired up, flushed with excitement but unable to sate it. Unable to move, unable even to cast magic, her horn locked in a glowing ring – a magic limiter. Twilight was alone, helpless, and extremely turned on. A terrible predicament.

But it made the next part so much sweeter.

There was nothing but the sound of her own breathing; tremulous gasps as she shook in anticipation. She was hot, so hot, and a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, tracing a thin line until it reached her blindfold.

And then, finally, the door behind her swung open once more. It was made of heavy metal, and its rusting hinges screeched as it opened. Normally a sound like that would set Twilight’s teeth on edge, but here she only raised her head, listening intently.

Sure enough, the sounds of two sets of hooves approached her. One was determined, methodical – the same as before. The other was slow and stumbling. Blind. His blindfold would be just as tight as hers, she knew. Just as deprivating.

He would never know who she was, and she would never know him. That was how it worked. It was hit and miss – some days the stallion would know exactly what he was doing, tending to her first before sating himself. Other times it would be an inexperienced colt looking for a quick release. Everyone was different, and each had their appeal. And anyway, this was not a place where you could object. Once you’re locked in, the rules are simple – you can’t leave until it’s over. Other than measures to ensure her safety, there was no way out of it.

Twilight tensed, a small gasp escaping her as the assistant pressed the stallion’s hoof against her rump. A simple gesture to show where she was, and after that it was down to him. Foreplay, pace, all in his control.

Once more the sound of hooves, this time quickly retreating, and with the door slamming behind them they were finally alone.

His hoof pressed into her skin, feeling her ass, its tautness. It fell away, and for a second Twilight was worried he wouldn’t return. An unrealistic fear, but in her state of excitement she couldn’t bear the loss of his touch. Her tail flicked from side to side, trying to invite him back to her even though he couldn’t see it.

And then a warmth reached her, his face pressed against her skin. Without sight he had rested against her rump rather than her marehood, but rather than immediately adjusting he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of her sweat and her musk. Breathing out, the warm air whispered past her nethers, tantalisingly close, and Twilight nickered. If she could have stomped a hoof she would have done, but the restraints ensured she could do no more.

His lips touched her skin, planting a kiss before working his way inwards. His only means of orientation was touch, and he worked his way towards her need, each kiss growing closer and making her breaths come shakier than before.

His muzzle found her, and Twilight tensed at the sudden touch.

Now it’s now he’s going to do it now

But he didn’t. For a moment he did nothing, content to wait, to let her excitement build. Twilight didn’t think she could last another moment; his teasing had brought her arousal to new heights, and each passing second only added to the burning heat inside her.

And then his tongue pushed into her, pressing against her opening and running upwards in a slow, smooth motion. Electric shivers darted through Twilight’s body, and she moaned behind the gag. He heard it, stiffening slightly, before she felt his mouth move. He was smiling.

His tongue continued its roaming, and he brought a hoof up to either side of her rear, holding Twilight tightly as he explored her. He moved up, gently circling her clitoris and sending Twilight’s nerves into a cascade of pleasure. And yet he was still holding back. Something was keeping him from fully throwing himself into it; it was in the way he moved, the way even as he grasped her rump he was still pushing himself backwards a little.

Perhaps he just needed some encouragement.

With the small amount of movement available to her, Twilight pushed herself against his muzzle, almost surrounding him. With her obvious and desperate neediness, the last of the stallion’s reservations crumbled away, and he retaliated with an eagerness of his own.

His slow, methodical movements from before were replaced by frantic motions, his tongue diving between her lips as he sought to taste as much of her as he could. Twilight’s marehood clenched and relaxed desperately, squeezing in an attempt to draw in the cock that wasn’t there, and each time she did so his ministrations grew more chaotic, more animalistic, his desire clouding anything but the mare in front of him.

Twilight could smell his own musk now, the scent of his arousal mixing with hers in the small room. No longer able to keep them subdued even if she wanted to, Twilight’s muffled moans spurred him on, pushing his muzzle as deeply against her as he could, tongue delving ever deeper. Twilight felt her climax looming, her legs shaking and ready to give out when she came. But then the stallion pulled back.

no what are you doing please don’t stop

Through the gag she tried to make a sound of disapproval, but what came out was needy and pleading. His only response was a quick exhale; a quiet laugh. He knew exactly how close she was – he was toying with her.

And fuck if that didn’t make her even wetter.

Either succumbing to temptation, or deciding she deserved a reprieve, the stallion returned to her, running his tongue up her folds with a final lick. It was enough to send her flying over the edge. More than enough.

Twilight shook as she orgasmed, hoofcuffs rattling against the floor. Pleasure rolled through her body, her mind empty except for pure bliss. He didn’t stop, either, not even as her front legs collapsed, unable to hold her up a moment longer, his tongue swirling around her clit and sending her deeper into the already mind-numbing ecstasy.

And now he was above her, weight bearing down on her and pushing her against the cold floor. As she came down from her height she could feel his breath against the back of her neck, smell herself on his lips. He leaned down, gently biting the tip of her ear.

Twilight could feel his warm hardness pressing against the inside of her leg. He shifted, and now it was lying against her ass, the tip already sticky from his pre. He began to slide it back and forth between her cheeks, simultaneously rubbing delightfully against her and covering his shaft in her warm wetness.

And then he drew back one final time. Using his hoof to guide him, the stallion lined himself up with her entrance. Without sight that first thrust could be difficult, but he quickly aligned his flared tip, parting Twilight’s folds as he slid into her.

Slowly, so slowly, he began to push the rest of his length inside, Twilight clenching against him, welcoming every new inch with a caught gasp. His breath on her neck came shakily now as she hugged his shaft tightly, wanting and needing him to take her, to rut her like the needy mare she was. He hilted with a sharp exhale, biting her ear slightly harder and making her tense, her walls tightening around him, the small, sharp pain contrasting with the still-tingling pleasure from her earlier climax.

With her face lying against the cold floor, ass in the air and his weight atop her, Twilight’s place was known. She was his toy, his willing mare for him to fuck as he pleased. The anonymity that the blindfolds provided were part of that; here there were no names, no faces. There were only bodies, entangled limbs and bent over forms, sweat clinging to each other’s fur and mixing with the thick smell of their excitement.

For a moment the stallion was content to stay there, savouring the moment – savouring her – but soon enough his hips drew back, only a little quicker than he’d entered her, fully enjoying the sensation as Twilight unconsciously tried to pull him back in.

His next thrust was stronger, surer, his hips pressing against Twilight’s ass. And then something took hold of him, some bestial lust that the stallion had been restraining. His hoof shifted, pressing on the small of her back and holding Twilight down as he took her, his thrusts short and quick and leaving her panting.

Occasionally the stallion would give a particularly deep thrust, right to the hilt and usually accompanied by a grunt, the sound meeting with Twilight’s stifled moans. She could barely move, so tight was his grip on her, but that allowed him to be as rough as he wanted. Making her his.

Twilight clenched around him again, wanting to feel his cock against every part of her slick walls, and for the first time the stallion spoke.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “This mare sure is tight...”

Oh. Oh no.

Normally a comment like that would elicit a little whimper, a little burst of excitement in Twilight’s chest, but not today. Not with this stallion. She knew that voice.

How could she not, after hearing it every day of her childhood? After every school day, at every meal, or tucking her in at night.

There was no way she wouldn’t recognise the voice of her own father.

Twilight froze, a very different kind of tension than before, but if anything Night Light’s pace only quickened, breathing heavily as she tightened around him,

You have to do something. You have to let him know.

She let out a whimper, but it was indistinguishable from an expression of lust. He was holding her so tightly, and with the restraints she could do nothing. The rules were the rules; once locked in, you can’t leave until it’s over. No matter what.

Oblivious to his daughter’s turmoil, and perhaps taking her little squeak as encouragement, Night Light’s thrusts grew rougher and harder. Each time he pressed into her he would grunt in satisfaction, pulling out a little slower before slamming back inside. His head moved down, kissing and nipping behind Twilight’s ear and against her neck.

And though she was ashamed to admit it, that excited her. Her father had no idea that the mare he was currently using for his own pleasure was his daughter, the filly he had raised to be a good girl, such a good little girl. Twilight Sparkle would never do anything like this; she was far too reserved, far too prudish to ever be found in this place. Which was why, as soon as she had arrived in Ponyville, she had sought it out.

It was so freeing, to throw off her duties, to cast away those preconceptions and let someone else be in control. To take responsibility for her.

And look where it’s gotten you, Twilight. Fucked by your own father. Are you happy now?

Yes, her quivering body answered. Yes, said the rolling waves of pleasure that shuddered through her each time Night Light’s hips slapped against her own.

This is wrong, Twilight’s mind tried to tell her again, but her body disagreed. And wasn’t this what this place was all about? Tearing down boundaries, stripping lovemaking back to its most basic, carnal form? Did it really matter that the stallion relentlessly rutting her was the same one that had long ago made her by doing the same to her mother, the mare he would be leaving wanting between the sheets tonight as he dreamed only of the young one beneath him now?

Of course, it’s the only thing that matters.

But even her lucid thoughts were beginning to lose their resolve. With each push into her, Twilight’s resistance fell even more, as she relaxed and even began to press back into his thrusts again. The fact it was her father didn’t matter anymore; not when it felt this good, not when it was this intense.

In fact – and Twilight wrestled with this revelation before accepting it – she found it was even better. Never before, even in this environment, had she done something so rebellious, so unaccepted. Her father was rutting her and Twilight was as wet as she’d ever been. Even that thought excited her; it was a vicious cycle, Twilight’s taboo excitement being taboo in itself and only adding to her arousal.

Night Light’s harsh pants and grunts grew more erratic, and Twilight’s muted squeaks spurred him on. She could tell he was close, his cock twitching inside her.

Oh Celestia, he’s going to cum inside you, inside his own daughter and he doesn’t even know.

Combined with her father’s errant thrusts, that was the final straw that pushed the rising tide of Twilight’s second climax over the brink. She shuddered, clamping around his shaft, pulling him in and urging him to finish, to fill her.

And Night Light did, slamming as far inside as he could for the final time, giving a satisfied moan of his own as he came. Twilight felt his member pulse inside her, felt the sudden twitch as he gripped her shoulders for better leverage, felt the hot blasts as his seed filled her. Spurt after spurt shot into her, each one sending another shiver through her body as she gasped in bliss.

For a moment they lay there, her father’s weight pressing down on her back as his length gave a few, final twitches. Both were breathing heavily, their fur matted from sweat as Twilight enjoyed the warm glow inside her, his heart thumping its rhythm against her back. It slowed, back to its usual beat, and then he straightened. Slowly he drew out of her, making her shiver as he passed her sensitive walls.

It was over, but rather than feeling the shame and regret she’d expected, Twilight was only left wanting even more. That had been her greatest time here yet, and now it was over. Now it was-

Click.

Twilight’s eyes widened behind the blindfold as the gag fell away from her mouth.

What is he doing he undid it now you can say something

The words didn’t come. It would have been so easy to say something, say anything, but Twilight had no idea where to begin. She didn’t know if she even wanted to. And so as he stood over her, from the other side this time, she stayed silent.

His member was right in front of her – she could tell even before the end knocked clumsily against her muzzle. She could feel its warmth, smell their shared musk. And then Night Light spoke again.

“C-clean it...” he muttered. Clearly this was a step further than he’d been before, nervousness filling his stammered murmur.

Tell him come on this is your last chance

But Twilight didn’t, instead leaning forward and surrounding his tip with her mouth. He gasped as her tongue circled his softening length, the taste of her own excitement mixing with his seed as she cleaned him, leaving no place untouched.

You could have said something why didn’t you tell him?

And the truth was that Twilight didn’t want him to know. This was her secret, and she would hold it as tightly as the hoof pressed against the back of her head held her. He would never know, and another burst of tingling excitement fluttered through her at the thought.

Satisfied, Night Light pulled back, though at the end Twilight had felt him beginning to harden again. It was not her place to question him, to ask him for another round. And the second she spoke he would know.

Click.

The gag snapped back into place as he redid her collar. The moment had passed; there was no going back now. Night Light leaned down, placing a hoof under her chin to lift her head before planting a gentle kiss below her mane. Her face was flushed, and she could feel the tenderness as his lips brushed against her hot brow. Thank you, it said.

His hind leg bucked the floor three times; the signal that he was done. Again, the door’s hinges shrieked as it opened, and again Twilight barely heard it, the sound drowned out by her spinning thoughts.

As he was led out, Night Light spoke one last time. “I’ll come here again,” he said.

I know you will, thought Twilight. Of course you will. And, she thought, lying there in happy exhaustion, I’ll be waiting.