Waking with a pounding headache was something Baen had not felt since… a few days ago, when he partook in a round of drinking with Vinyl. He’d promised himself not to touch that ‘Jagermeister’ ever again, but the percussion band in his brain told otherwise. His eyes fluttered open, and he gave a sigh as he saw a darkened room through where parts of his dark red mane had covered his eyes, so he went to move it out of the way. This in of itself presented a problem, as in his hungover state, his left forehoof wouldn’t move, and neither would his right.

He tried to move his legs, but they were restricted as well, and it was then he felt some rather thick ropes around his limbs, so he began to thrash about in order to get free. “WHO DARES DO THIS TO ME? I WILL TEAR YOU ASUNDER!” Whatever material the ropes were made from must have been impressive, as they didn’t even stretch when he pulled, and he stopped when he heard hoofsteps from behind his head. “WHO IS THERE? REVEAL YOURSELF!”

“It’s no use struggling, those ropes have been rated at holding ten Big Macs.” Baen’s eyes shriveled to pin pricks as he recognised the voice, then shuddered as a hoof traced along his foreleg, the mare appearing above his head and looking down at him; it was then he realised he was bound face up on a table. “I thought, seeing as you presented me with the opportunity, that I would study the difference between how stallions mated during your time compared to ours.”

“LET ME GO YOU DAMNED WITCH, OR I WILL TEAAAHHH.” His threat was rendered useless, the mare doing something he did not ever expect her to ever do; she had leaned close and began to nibble on his ear, the stallion doing his best not to react. As she moved to his other side, the barbarian tried his best to ignore her and remember exactly how he landed in this situation.

“Ah, Baen, there you are!” Snapped out of his daydream about days long since passed, the stallion glanced over his shoulder to see the open door to Ponyville library, and the mare that was smiling strangely at him. “I was wondering if you had a few moments to spare in order to answer some questions.” With nothing else planned for the day, he gave a shrug and trotted into the treehouse, taking a seat on the couch.

Twilight sat down opposite him and lit her horn, floating a glass of juice over to Baen, then gathered a stack of papers and some quills. The stallion took a sip of his drink and set the glass on the coffee table, then nodded to the mare. “First off, what do you find attractive in a mare?”

“W-w-what? What kind of question is that? I will not sit here and be privy to this!” Baen stood from the couch and went to leave, but a purple aura covered the door, so he looked over his shoulder to glare at Twilight. “You had best let me leave.”

“Please, I meant no offence. I was just after some information, so that I could compare what stallions sought for a mate from your time to current times.” Turning to face her properly, Baen could clearly see her apologetic look, taking a moment to stare at her before heaving a sigh and trotting back to the couch. “Thank you. Now, what sort of personal traits do you like?”

"I prefer a mare that is tough, but… compassionate. She's witty yet knowledgeable of things and I feel secure with her at my side." The only sound to fill the awkward silence that followed was quill on paper, until Twilight smiled at Baen.

“And what about physical characteristics?”

"Hm… I do have a thing for redheads. Or ones with exotic colored manes, my father always told me in terms of figure wise," makes a shape in the air, "The ones that have 'the hips' are the ones to go after. Though I don't mind in the slightest if their rump is..." Baen glanced over at Twilight and noticed her blushing, then cleared his throat. "Actually… next question."

“What, if any, differences do you see between the mares of your time and the mares of this age?”

“In my time, if a mare wished to lay with you, she outright said so. Now, it is hard to tell. In your own way you do the same, but also try for more… subtle hints.”

“I see. Is that why it… took so long for you to see what Coco was after?”

“I have no comment on those events.” By the way he was squirming on the couch, Twilight could tell that Baen was slightly uncomfortable, and more importantly, going by the blush on his cheeks, embarrassed. “If… Coco wishes to tell you what transpired, that is up to her, but I will not divulge any information.

“Okay, I understand. Now, these next few… might be a bit personal.” Twilight waited until Baen nodded, then grabbed a blank sheet of paper. “What sort of… stimulation do you like?” Once more he squirmed on the couch, trying not to look her in the eye, and keeping his forehooves in front of his body.

“Well… I happen to enjoy getting a… taste of things, if you get my meaning. As for other stallions, I assume the same as now, each and every one is different.”

“I see. Well, this was very helpful, thank you for your time, Baen. I have just one more question.”

“Go on.” Baen watched carefully as Twilight got up from her seat and trotted slowly towards him, and he didn’t fail to notice her hips swaying more than usual as she drew closer.

“If we had met under different circumstances… would you have rutted me?” Full blown panic overtook the stallion then, and he jumped from the couch in a full on gallop. His destination was the door, but his head met with the thick walls of the library instead, the stallion ending up a limp pile on the floor. The last image he saw was Twilight smirking down at him with a glowing horn.

The headache seemed to take a back bench as he felt a gentle kiss to his stallionhood, looking down his body to see him gripped by Twilight's forehoof, her eyes sparkling back at him from the flickering candle light. He was so lost in the memory that he failed to notice her moving, let alone that he was unsheathed and fully erect, something that seemed to please the mare. The fetlocks of his forehooves gripped at the ropes as her lips sealed around his shaft, her eyes looking at him as she pressed down, flicking her tongue over his tip.

It had been a long, long time since he had received pleasure like this, and even though he would rather not be in what he now recognised as the library’s basement, he was not going to skip out on enjoying himself from the admittedly pleasurable experience. He gave a small groan as she drew back, but kept his tip between her teeth as she bit down gently, her tongue flicking over the very edge. She finally let go, but kept her hoof massaging up and down his length, gazing up at him once more. “You know, this could be enjoyable for both of us…” He tried to respond, but could only gasp as Twilight gripped him tightly with her fetlock, blowing warm breaths across his shaft. “All you’ve got to do is relax.”

“D-d-damned w-w-witch!” He couldn’t stop his body’s reaction as Twilight placed her mouth back over him, his hips bucking slightly to get his stallionhood back inside her warm orifice, but the mare just pulled away with a giggle, then stood up. He began to pant as she climbed up above him, just close enough that the material of her outfit brushed against him as she slid up his body, teasingly licking his lips. It was here that he got a good look at her attire, and he had to admit, it looked good on her.

Around her torso was a black leather corset, laced up on her back, all of her legs had leather stockings on, the rear ones held up by suspenders, and tight leather panties covering her rump. Baen’s body began to take over, and he wanted to do nothing more that wrap his hooves around the mare and pull her close, but the ropes allowed him no movement. He frowned at Twilight as her head drifted past his face, then scrunched his eyes shut as she once more nibbled on his ear. “W-when I get o-o-out of this…”

“I can feel you want it, both in body and mind, so why not take some time to relax, hmm?” Her lips pressed against his once more, much more passionately this time, her tail flicking around and releasing the scent of her arousal around the room. Baen took a deep draught, admitting to himself that Twilight’s scent was much more pleasant than he had thought it would, living in a library, and pushed back into the kiss, Twilight giving a small moan as her lips parted to allow his tongue entry.

He gave a low growl when she pulled away, but she just smirked at him as she sat on his crotch, squeezing his length between their bodies and coating it in her juices as she gyrated back and forth. “You may like to be the one in charge, but as of right now, I give the orders.” As if to prove her point, Twilight suddenly hopped down from the table and walked away whilst swaying her hips, causing Baen to give a disappointed groan. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want something?”

“Y-y-yes.” Giving a small giggle, Twilight flapped her wings and hovered above Baen, then turned around and pulled her panties off with magic.. He gave a gasp when he felt her lips around his shaft once more, and she began to lower her rump, the stallion not needing to be told why. As soon as she was in range, he buried his muzzle deep within her marehood, sending his tongue deep within her slit and causing her to give a muffled moan. Ignoring his own pleasure and focusing on her, Baen massaged her spasming walls with his wriggling muscle, every now and then flicking it over her clit, making the mare moan louder.

Eventually Twilight had to pull away from his cock so that she could breathe properly, her hips juddering every now and again as Baen kept going. She glanced over her shoulder to see the ropes pulled taught, biting her biting lip with a moan as her eyes slowly closed. She could feel herself close, but she didn’t want to stop just yet, pressing her rump closer to his muzzle. Her eyes slammed open and she let out a pleasured scream as Baen made her go past the tipping point, her hips bucking around on his muzzle as she released her juices into his mouth and he kept doing what pushed her over the edge. She suddenly realised what he had done as she started coming down from her orgasm; he had begun to nibble firmly on her clit.

Baen watched as the shaking mare climbed from him and the table, her horn glowing for a few moments, and the ropes suddenly came loose. He stood up with a groan and stretched, never once taking his eyes from the panting mare. He slowly got down from the table, noticing a box with several questionable items in it, and took a closer look. Ah, so this is what the witch is into. So be it. He turned to his quarry to see she had still not recovered, meaning now was the perfect time, and he set his body to pounce.

A low growl was all the warning she got, before Twilight let out a yelp as Baen’s heavy body pressed down on top of her, and she suddenly began to panic a little. She let out a sudden gasp as his hooves brushed along the base of her wings, causing them to shoot out wide. She was about to ask him to do it again when she felt him shift forward a little, then gave a really loud scream at a source of stimulation she had not experienced in years; from base to tip, Baen had just licked her horn.

She tried to press back under him so that she could get him inside her, but could barely move as he stroked her wings and licked her horn much firmer, causing her limbs to go numb, her body slumping to the floor. She barely felt him pull away nor lift her up, but she knew she finally rested with on her rear legs with her forehooves spread across the table. Just as she got her senses back she heard a metallic click followed by another, glancing at her hooves to see they were shackled, the chains being pulled out wide and across the other side of the wooden platform, where Bean was standing with a grin. “W-what are you doing?”

“I found your box of tricks. Seeing as I had no say in the matter, and it seems you enjoy this,” Twilight blushed heavily, the way her tail flicked around rapidly proved him right, and she gave him a nod. “I thought I’d return the favour.” Her ears flicked as the ends of the chains were clicked into place on the table legs, causing her forehooves to spread from her body, pulling her chest down against the top. She thought that was all, but gave no resistance as she felt more shackles wrapped around her rear hooves, her legs then being pulled apart, leaving her on full display if not for her tail. “Now, as we know with most witches, they enchant you with their words. Fortunately, I noticed that you have something to help with this.”

“No, please! Not thapphh!” Even though she pleaded otherwise, Twilight felt a wave of excitement run through her as the gag was pulled tight, Baen surprising her as he managed to buckle it in place with hooves and teeth. She glanced up when she felt something around the tip of her horn, and tried to pull her head away when she noticed the gold ring, but it was too late. Baen dropped it and it slid down her horn until it found purchase, the mare shuddering as his tongue drifted over her again. She felt her magic building as he kept going, until she could hold it no more, letting out a muffled scream as the arcane powers released.

Baen blinked in surprise as he felt liquid grace his tongue, then focused on the tip of Twilight’s horn as it continued to spurt, more of the surprisingly tasty substance bursting forth with a shower of sparks, and he let his lips form a seal around her horn, drinking it down. Once the pulsing stopped, he pulled away with a mad looked at the panting mare, giving a small chuckle. “Oh no, Sparkle, we’re not finished yet. After all, this is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yephh.” That was all he needed, standing behind her and setting his forehooves on either side of her body, and he could feel the warmth from her dripping pussy against his tip. Twilight let out a muffled whimper as he entered, his shaft pressing firmly against her sensitive walls which attempted to squeeze shut to deny him passage, but he forced himself deeper.

“Now… you will see how a true barbarian mates.” The only way to describe what happened next was thrusting with reckless abandon, Twilight’s eyes rolling back as the forced pleasure sent tingles down her spine, her muffled moans echoing around the room. Baen gave a deep chuckle as he suddenly slowed down, but traded the speed loss for power as he slammed back in, continuing to do so even as the mare threw her head back with a pleasure scream, her walls clamping down around him as her juices leaked heavily to his crotch and down his thighs.

The stallion didn’t last much longer, hilting inside the whimpering mare after a few more thrusts, his stallionhood throbbing hard as he released his seed into her. It took him several moments to pull back, his cock continuing to pulse as he withdrew, covering her crotch in wave after wave of his cum. Twilight lay there whimpering as Baen moved to undo the chains, but did not remove the shackles and she didn’t know nor care why, she was still in that post orgasm bliss.

She felt her forehooves moved behind her back and the shackles locked together, followed by a collar being buckled tightly around her neck. Baen then slid her onto his back, leaving the basement and heading towards her room, where he set her down in a kneeling position, locking the shackles on her rear legs together as well. She blinked a few times and then took a deep breath as the gag was removed, watching as Baen moved to the chair at her desk, a leash held in his hoof. “Come, witch, and serve your new master.”

Baen gave a tug on the leash, causing Twilight to stumble forward awkwardly, until her muzzle was at his crotch, where his cock remained hard. Knowing what he wanted, she wasted no time in taking him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as fast as she could, something that seemed to please Baen as he placed a hoof on her head and let out a groan. Having had such a large release not too long ago, it didn’t take long for the pressure to be too much, his cock throbbing hard and coating the back of Twilight’s throat with more of his spunk.

Again he pulled out, Twilight keeping her mouth open and tongue hanging out so she could catch his gift, making no noise as it sprayed across her muzzle and down her chest. Baen gently stroked her mane, and she was about to ask if he was pleased when the gag was forcibly placed into her muzzle and buckled up, her tongue sliding over the large rubber ball. Baen pulled her up so that she was on his lap sideways, her head laying on his shoulder. “Now, how to get this working? Ah, there we go.”

Twilight glanced down in time to see a phallic shaped object slip between her thighs, strong vibrations coursing through her body as it entered her dripping cunny, the mare panting around her gag as her thighs slammed shut around the toy. “Twiliy, you home?” She looked at Baen pleadingly but he just smirked at her, the sound of hoofsteps on the stairs doing something new to her. Her door swung open to reveal a white coated stallion with a two tone blue mane. “Twiliy, you in he…” He took the scene at a glance, then shook his head and walked away. “Nope.”

There was a loud muffled scream as the humiliation of being caught forced her to her third and strongest orgasm, head falling even tighter against Baen’s chest, panting for breath as her body heaved. “That, my dear witch, is how a barbarian mates. Oh… and I have claimed you. You are mine to do with as I see fit, and no other shall even touch you. Do you understand?” His reply was a simple but weak nod, and he tilted her muzzle up, kissing her softly around the gag. “Good. Now… I think it is time to rest.”

Twilight couldn’t agree more, her eyes slowly fluttering closed. It was the first time she’d fallen asleep whilst bound and gagged, with a vibrator buried deep within her.

Author's Notes:

One down... 12 planned ones to go!!

Taking all bets, who will be next?

Anyone expected to be given a monetary value if bets win are deluding themselves.

Edit: Knew I was forgetting something.