Ero-tributes
by Norden
First published
Tribute stories in the form of erotica. You have a favorite fan fic series? Maybe I will write a erotica story just for that one.
There are many good romance series out here on fimfiction. Have you ever wondered how a erotic story would look like in one of your favorites? Are you a author and want a 18+ story for your fic? Maybe I will make a ero-tribute to yours or your favorite story. Give me a suggestion in the comments in that case and maybe I will write it. Any character, in most situation, as long as it doesn't involve humans nor sexual abuse... those 2 just aren't my cop of tea.
But just so you know, I do not write clop fic with the intention of giving you a... ''rise''. If you get such a feeling from one of my stories, I won't look down on you. Sexuality is different from person to person, all with different preference. But to me erotica is art, the best way to show raw emotion, and that will be my goal here: To make erotic art for you, the reader.
I will try to add as much of the original authors style to my small tribute stories to the best of my ability... the key word being try. Now please enjoy one of my 18+ contribution.
Popping her balloons 7.5 The next step
Author's Notes:
PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU START!!!
Like the description said so are these small stories I make in tribute of other stories out there. This story is happening between chapter 7 & 8 in one of my favorite stories here on fim fic:
Popping her balloons by FinnPony. /story/150002/popping-her-balloons
Please check it out because it is awesome, probably one of the best feel good stories on this site. Any way, I got the idea for this whole thing because of another clop fic that was made as a tribute to it. I felt that, since I have actually worked with writing erotica (okay not so much erotica as much as porn stories) I would give it a shoot.
Please comment on all my wrongs, because criticism really is the best teacher for an artist. Please just have in mind that... this is my first time writing erotica in english and that me and FinnPony have very different styles and I tried to add as much of him as I could in this.
Anyway, I hop you enjoy this, and FinnPony, if you read this: your awesome and thanks for your blessing to this.
“They can wait silly.”
“O-oh my…” was all Pokey was able to say before Pinkie gave him a gentle but heavy push towards the head of the bed. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for impact with the bed-frame, but instead fell on to one of the many pillows.
It took him a few second to realize that he was, in fact, completely unharmed. Opening his eyes he finally took in the mood of the room. Say whatever you want about a stressed out Pinkie Pie, but she still knew how decorate a room for any occasion. The light from the candles dulce the room in a dim light that made the bed shine the most and almost left the rest of the room hidden.
He felt something move on the bed, and looking down he saw Pinkie slowly moving towards and over him. He took a deep, nervous breath, and was filled with the scent of the room. The petite smell of the rose petals and hint of vanilla that most surely came from one or two scented candles in the room... and there was some else there to, something he couldn't lay his hooves on.
Pinkie was coming closer to him, with those big eyes locked on him, half-open. Soon, she was right on top of him, her head over his and her gaze down in his. She kept on looking down on him with those half closed eyes and a small, very un-Pinkie sulky smile on her lips.
She stayed like so in a couple of seconds before lowering her body and pressing her muzzle against on his. Their lips locked together in a passionate kiss, both of them pushing their mouth towards each other, both with their eyes shout. Their lips and tongue started to wrestle each others, forcing Pokey to inhale through his nose. He immediately recognized the smell he previously hadn't been able to put his hoof on before. It was Pinkie.
The smell of her overtook him. It was the smell of fur, daisies and cotton candy... and Pinkie. Just Pinkie. There was no other way of describing it. And as their fur started to warm each other up, Pinkie started to overwhelm him. Not just her smell, but the sight of her as he sometime opened his eyes to take in small glimpse of her, the light gently caressing her feature perfectly. Her mouth kissing his with force, almost as if she wanted to take in more of him. The weight and shape of her body naturally tangled against him, as the heat from both of them warmed each other.
He wrapped his hooves around her, pressing her even closer to him, holding her tightly, not wanting to let go. He felt something within him move, something that had been in him for a long time and that only had gotten stronger and stronger each moment he spent with Pinkie Pie. A feeling that had expanded tenfold from the moment he saw Pinkie in those net-stockings on her.
Pinkie herself was in a bliss of confusion. What had started this evening as an act of fear and desperation had turned to something... well, new. She had tried to force this upon herself and on Pokey, but when he had told her that it didn't matter to him, all the fear and desperation had washed away. Instead the feeling of joy, trust and happiness she always felt around him came storming back, as well as something new... a need... a hunger.
It was like she finally saw him. Before there had only been the fear of the moment, but now that it was over she finally saw him. That sturdy body with its natural forms emphasis by the dim glow in the room, the shoulders that had grown since his stay in Manehattan and those golden eyes that sparkled in the candle light... and that assuring smile that always made her so happy she wanted to throw a party every time she saw it... which totally wouldn't work, because that meant that there would be a party every day and a party every day plus all those other party she throw would just be to expensive.
Pinkie notice herself getting sidetracked in her mind and as usual pulled herself together. This was more important. This was what she wanted. She didn't want her mind anywhere but here, in the bliss of confusion with Pokey.
Pinkie started to pull herself even higher up on Pokey, still in his hard grip. Their fur tickled against each other and as she almost were in the right hight, the fur of her lower area brushed against Pokey's sheath. A new feeling jolted through Pokey's body, the sensation that made his hips rise themselves in a bucking motion, pressing his sheath against Pinkie's lower entry.
Pinkie only heard Pokey gasping before feeling his grip tighten around her and his body pressing itself harder. As it did, a tickling sensation shoot up Pinkie lower area, making her body suddenly go completely straight as the feel travel through out her body, making her gasp for air.
As the feeling left her, the stiffness of her body started to ease up and she fell down back on Pokey's, her neck landed next to his. As they both panted after that new experience, Pinkie lifted herself up and looked at Pokey. He looked right back up at her with flushed cheeks, his chest hiving up and down. Their eyes stayed locked at one and other, both breathing against each other. Trying to take in the emotion of their partner opposite to them, they both felt the weight of what just had happened. They had both now taken the first step towards something new, with no way back and only a path forward. A path they both would take together.
They stayed like this for what seemed minutes, not letting go of each others gaze before a small smile grow on both of them. And as Pinkie lowered herself for another kiss, she started grind herself against his sheath. As the the sensation hit Pokey again he gasped for air just the same, but this time Pinkie locked her lips against his making him immediately come back to his senses.
Stopping his own hips to violently thrust forward, Pokey let the sensation of Pinkie pushing, grinding herself against his own member. The jolting feeling had come back at the start of Pinkie's actions, but as she stopped her movement down and went up again a new feeling started to build up on, and around his manhood.
As Pinkie now grinded herself down again, he meet her movement with a firm thrust against her lower entry, earning a small moan against his lips. Pokey could feel something wet gathering between the two of them, intensifying the feeling more and more as they pressed themselves against each other in perfect opposite unison, and felt a warm feeling of happiness in himself as he realized that Pinkie also earned pleasure from this... from him. And not in too much of a surprise, he also realized that he was growing, a small head starting to ''poke'' out of his sheath.
Pinkie also felt this, and for a few tinzy-tiny-seconds she relished in the thought of how good she made Pokey feel, before she got lost in her own pleasure once again. She could feel Pokey's manhood sliding itself just between her lower lips, and she started to meet his thrust a little more forcefully. Pokey's and her own breaths and grunts got heavier and heavier, forcing Pinkie to break their kiss and putting her neck down again next to his. Still moving, they could both feel each others breath tickling on their fur. She felt him grow larger and larger, having to shift her own body several times, so not to lose momentum or by accident forcing it inside her.
When she felt it stop growing or becoming harder, she realized that all of him was out now.
It was time.
The meat, the blood and bone, it all filling up to a grown-up stallions member.
It was time.
He was larger than she thought he would be.
It was time.
A small amount of fear started to build in her stomacher again, and in panic she started to gently kiss Pokey's neck as she kept on moving against him. She wasn't ready yet, so the only thing she could think of was to try and distract him while not ruining the mood. To her surprise and delight, Pokey let out a small gasp as her small, gentle pecks came to the base of his neck, right were it meet with the shoulders.
A smile crept up on her face again as she added a little tongue to her kisses and begin trail between the base of his neck and slowly went up behind his ear. Being in bliss, Pokey pulled himself together once again, so not to let himself get lost in the moment. He put his front-hooves at the base of Pinkies back, and slowly started to trail them up and down near her spine with a touch so light that you shouldn't be able to feel it.
Pokey remember a friend of his once saying that if this was done right, it was better than any massage, and he was soon rewarded by a small shiver and a small squeak from Pinkie. The response of her body betrayed Pinkie, making her lose the trail in her movement, putting the head of Pokey's manhood right in her entrance, about one inch.
Pinkie and Pokey froze up as a jolt of surprise went through them. Both of them breathing heavy, this being the first time now for quite some time to catch their breath for a while, Pinkie slowly roes herself on her front-hooves so not to push herself back one single inch more. Once again their eyes locked each other in the gaze of one and other.
Pinkie saw a few pearls of sweat was going down Pokey's forehead as she searched in his eye, only to find... a lot more than she expected. Fear, joy, lust... but more than anything there was love. Love towards her, that made all her fears once again flee her. It was this, couple with her own newfound desire, that made her decide.
''Pokey...?'' she said in a voice that was really to quiet for Pinkie Pie.
''Yes, Pinkie?'' Pokey answered. This was beginning to get to much of him. He was so close to get what he inner most desire screamed for.
''I--... I think I'm ready...'' she said in a nervous tone.
Pokey swallowed hard and nodded. This... this was really going to happened. ''Okay... ehm, how you want to do this?''
Pinkie only smiled. ''Like this, silly!'' and as if to emphasis that she meant their current position, she started doing circular motions on his member without letting another inch her. Pinkies lower lips massaged and squeezed the head of Pokey's manhood, and as Pokey gasped in surprise of this ecstatic feel he could also hear Pinkie letting out louder and louder breaths of air.
Pinkie already was wet in her down-quarters, but Pokey could now feel her love-juice almost flowing down from her. He looked up at Pinkie only to see her looking down at him, passion glowing from them like heat from the cakes ovens. The look made him take a deep breath through the nose, only to finally be hit by Pinkies love-pheromones.
His head started to spin a little, his member that already was at it full length, started to pulse and twitch instead. It took all of Pokey's remaining will not to just thrust in to Pinkie right away.
And when he finally couldn't take it anymore, he got his prays answered, as a feeling like oiled silk tightly wrapping around his member when Pinkie finally lowered herself slowly, letting him in.
Pinkie bit her lip as she felt her coltfriend getting deeper and deeper inside of her. His manhood stretched her out the deeper he got, her juices making it so he easily slide inside her. Pinkie went slow, oh so slow, maybe a inch a minute and Pokey savored each and every one of them. He could feel pleasure beyond his imagination as the tightness of Pinkie took in more and more of him.
When they had gone two thirds of a way of Pokey's pole Pinkie suddenly felt a spike of pain going through her loins. She froze in place as she pulled her gaze to Pokey who stared back at her. Both of them realized that, this being the first time for both of them, they had reached the final threshold; Pinkie's cherry.
Both of them breath heavily as Pinkie started to brace herself for the final step. Laying herself on Pokey's chest, she took comfort in the warmth of her partner.
''So... how is it?'' Pinkie asked him between breaths.
Pokey chuckled a little before answering. ''Like I just arrived at the best party ever.''
Pinkie looked up at him. ''I hop not, because a party with only two ponies would be really boring.''
Pokey could barely hold himself for laughing at that statement. ''I hop you aren't planning to start inviting other ponies to this... 'party'.''
Pinkie giggled. ''Of course not silly, tha--'' in the middle of the sentence Pinkie for some reason suddenly roesup, with no thought of what she did, accidentally breaking her hymen in the process and violently sliding in the rest of Pokey's member. ''...Owi...''
Pinkie froze in place in shock of the sudden pain. Pokey saw water suddenly start to gather up before realizing what had happened, the surprise of the whole ordeal finally setting in.
Locking his hip as much as he could so he wouldn't cause any movement from his pink marefriend, he sat himself up and embraced Pinkie in a tight hug, she responding the same. They sat like that in several minutes, Pinkie not moving nor saying a thing, only hug Pokey tightly. He did much the same, caressing Pinkie with his hoof on her back comforting.
He had seen her get hurled through the air and crashed violently, run over by a trunk load of different things and hit by a crashing Rainbow Dash more time then he could count... so why did this effect her so much? Was it perhaps the mood they both were in. He was sure that once... first time for most mares hurt a lot to, but crashing from the sky in a fall of more then one mile while spinning faster than a train wheel have to hurt more, right? It certainly couldn't be his size, he being of average size compared to other stallions.
It took several minutes before Pinkie made another respond. She nodded to herself before leaning back and looking at Pokey with a half-hearted smile. ''I'm alright.''
Pokey felt the stone that had only gotten bigger and bigger since Pinkie popped her own cherry leaving, and leaned himself forward he gave her a hard kiss.
She giggled at this, her cheeks getting red for the care he showed her. However, when their lips parted she turned her gaze elsewhere. ''Ehm, Pokey... do you think you could... go first?''
Pokey needed a few second to let the question sink in, a little surprise. Pinkie really trusted him that much? He nodded, but instead of laying her on her back in missionary like most stallions would have, he instead wrapped his hooves around her once again. Holding her tightly, he then shifted his flank backwards, slowly sliding out of Pinkie's down-quarters. When he was about halfway out he stopped and started to press himself in her until he was completely inside of her. Oh, oh wow.
Like this he went over and over again, it getting easier every time. Pinkies inner walls wrapped around his member tightly. The silky, wet furnace squeezed him each time he slowly pushed himself back in to her, pulling himself out little more before pushing himself back in to her.
Pinkie had started to bit her teeth as soon as Pokey started to move again, some of the pain coming back, but as she noticed how slow and gentle he was with her she started to relax more. It hadn't taken long for the pleasure from before to start building itself up once again. Sure, some of the pain were still there, but that were slowly getting overwhelmed by the jolts of pleasure she got from each thrust. Letting out a small sigh of pleasure, Pinkie started to rock her hips up and down, feeling Pokey's member pulsing inside of her as it went in her over and over again. Meeting each of Pokey's slow humps, she finally forgot the pain from before and let herself getting taken away in the pleasure of mating.
Pokey could feel Pinkie respond to his movement, and how she started to meet each thrust he made with one of her own. Her tight silky walls was getting wetter and tighten, as they started to give of few spasms now and then. He started to speed up just a little, to try to see how Pinkie would respond to that. To his delight, not only did she follow his change of rhythm, but she herself began to meet his thrust harder and harder.
Soon they had built up a steady rhythm, both now grunting and breathing heavy. Starting to push harder and harder, Pokey also allowed himself to get lost in the moment. Leaning back on one hoof to get better leverage he put his other one behind Pinkies neck and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Making a small squeal in surprise and delight, Pinkie push herself in to the kiss. When it finally broke a small strain of saliva still connected between their lip. ¨'
When the kiss broke they looked in to each other eye, passion firing from both of them. The sensation of Pinkies inner walls almost drew Pokey insane. Both of them moaned in pleasure as his member slide in and out of her, her silky furnace completely soaked in Pinkie's love-juice.
Suddenly an idea popped in her head. With a sly grin, Pinkie put both of her hooves on Pokey's chest and forced him down on his back, making a surprised squeal when his love-pole shoot right out of her quiteforcefully. Recovering herself quickly, Pinkie could feel her marehood throbbing a little. She pulled herself over Pokey once again, passion burning from her eyes. Lowering herself over his member again, she let in slowly enter.
Keeping him locked down and unable to meet her movement, Pokey could only watch as Pinkie became overtaken by the sensation of him sliding in more and more. Little by little she took him in, and the more of him she got, the more she opened her mouth. When she finally had whole of him inside her, her mouth was opened quite a lot. Quite a funny sight, but unbelievable hot at the same time.
She slowly started to pull herself up, letting him slid out until his head only remained inside before bringing herself down again, taking in his full size. She did this a couple of times before going faster and faster. With both of her hooves and her eyes closed, she started to moan quite loudly now. It didn't take long before her rhythm went to the level of absurd, her tight walls massaging his member almost becoming too much for Pokey. He did his best to try to meet her thrust with his own, but being pinned down by Pinkie Pie made it almost impossible, so he gave up and just enjoyed the treatment.
Pinkie started to sweat quite a lot now, wetting her mane so it now was hanging around her shoulder, caressing her shoulders in the same fashion as before then it was straight, but still being completely Pinkie. It was possible the hottest sight Pokey ever seen.
Loud smacks could be heard now each time Pinkie landed on him. The tight, silky walls wrapping around his shaft over and over again, each time she pulled him out there was almost a sucking feeling of it. Pokey was in complete mercy of Pinkiemina Pie, and he loved every second of it. He loved it a little bit too much in fact, as he could feel a tightening feeling coming from his manhood, a pressure starting to build up.
''Pinkie, I think I'm about t--'' he stammered before getting cut of by Pinkie.
''It's okay... Just... let it go.'' She moaned out between breaths. Her sex continuously pulled and squeezed him, as it her body was telling him to let go.
To Pokey's surprise, Pinkie suddenly stopped moving with all of him inside of her. He didn't have time to ask what was wrong before he had to suddenly gasp for air. Pinkie was starting to grind him now with him completely inside of him, and he could literary feel her inner walls massaging and moving themselves around his manhood. There was no pattern nor distinct movement behind the movement inside of her, not surprising being her first time, but the sensation was still to much for Pokey.
A cascade of explosion leaped in front of Pokey's now closed eyes as the almost burning feeling of ecstasy shoot out of his loins. His hips went right up, making Pinkie gasp as Pokey shoot her full of his load. Throb after throb he shoot in to her with white cum, their fluids now mixing inside of her.
Pinkie herself rocked her hips hard and hard for about thirty seconds before the pressure that she herself had built up finally exploded. She spasm with all of her strength, her body stiffen for a good fifteenth second as electric feeling of pure pleasure exploded through out her whole body.
Her orgasm lasted for what seemed as an eternity, and when it finally was over she collapsed on Pokey's chest, he still inside of her. They both were breathing hard against each other, as Pinkie felt her coltfriends manhood start to soften and finally slipping out her. She could feel love-juice from both of them starting to slowly sip out of her, as her lower region spasm a little.
She shifted her body so she laid next to him, small stings of pain coming from every moment she made.
''Best party ever'', Pinkie said between each recovering breath.
Pokey roes an eyebrow to that. ''Really?'' he asked.
Pinkie shrugged her shoulder. ''Either this, or your ''welcome home''-party.''
Pokey chuckled a little at that. 'The day we hooked up, my first night back.' he thought, before something dawn on him. The first time... they'd just had sex. He had taken her hymen... They actually done it.
Joy and pride spread through out his mind as he looked down at a now sleepy looking Pinkie Pie. ''What?'', she asked, fatigue in her voice.
Smiling back at her, he just shook his head. ''Nothing... Pinkie?''
She didn't let go of his gaze even though it looked like she could fall asleep any minute now. ''What, silly?'' she said smiling.
Pokey took her in, his marefriend... his lover, with the messed up her. ''I love you''.
It took her a few seconds to respond, but ''And I you, Pokey.'' eventually came, finished with a long last kiss as they both finally drifted of to sleep in each others embrace.
Homecoming 27,5 - The Only One
Author's Notes:
READ THIS BEFORE YOU START TO READ!!! 18+ and this is erotica, not porn.
This takes place between the chapters ''Comfort through tears'' (27) and ''Street dreams'' (28) of the story ''Homecoming'', and start with a small part directly from chapter 27 itself, just to make it easier for the fans of the series to know were it plays out.
First of: THANK YOU to seeker9709, the author of the awesome fan fic that this is based of and another one for giving me your blessing to do this. If you don't like it, good sir, you have my apologize and I will punish myself for 13 days. BTW: ALL OF YOU WHO READ THIS: you should totally do and read his series ''Homecoming'' (the one this is a tribute to). It's easily one of the most awesome action title out there, and are maybe only surpassed by the ''Immortal Game''... MAYBE!!!
Second: Warning: this story includes hardcore BDSM with rope and other extreme things, and is a erotica and not a porn novel. Believe me when I say this: You will not be turned on by this... but you may very well be moved by it.
Third: Inspiration: When I was working with writing porn novels I once got the question was: ''Can you write a erotic novel without any true erotic things in it?'' and of course like a jack-ass I said ''Of course you can''... but ever since then I've been wondering how I would do it.
And while yes, this could be called torture porn by some, the difference seems very clear to me any way.
Any way, I've done a lot of... stuff in my life, and the few times I've done these kind of acts that are in the story (and they are few and far between), it has never been for lust. BDSM for me isn't like the fantasy of ''Fifty Shades of Grey''. If you want to see my view on BDSM and much of my inspiration for this tribut, then read the manga ''Nana to Kaoru''. You won't regret it.
BTW: ... is it a little... silly to be extremely proud of your own work... because I believe this is the best thing I've ever written.
Again, thank you master seeker9709, you will forever be awesome and I will forever be jealous of you talent!
Any way: hop you enjoy this:
Homecoming 27.5 – The only one
Twilight sat at the table, staring down at her hooves, her eyes wide. The only light piercing the darkness of the cold winter night was a small lamp, sitting a few feet away.
She didn't want to sleep, not alone anyway, for fear her demon would return and she wouldn't have anypony to save her.
It would be just her.
All alone.
Poor. Weak. Twilight Sparkle.
Scared and Alone
Helpless in her power
So weak and defensless
Tired and helpless
Ripe and ready to be picked off
''click''
Twilight stood suddenly tipping her chair as she spun around. The front door and the heavy wind blew in a flustered Octavia, wrapped up in her winter cloak. Barely before she had crossed the threshold to her home did she jump as Twilight's chair clattered to the floor.
She quickly looked to the fallen chair then to Twilight. The pair locked eyes or a moment before a gust of wind blew a small torrent of snow into the already cool house. Octavia swiftly turned and slammed the door shut, ending the blast of wind and severing their locked gaze. Twilight turned back towards the table with a huge sigh.
A moment later Octavia stood next to her. “Twilight.” Octavia said breathlessly. Twilight turned towards her meekly, but upon seeing Octavia's expression she became confused. Octavia stood with an expression that screamed shock, happiness, and surprise.
“O-Octavia?” Twilight asked, concerned.
“Twilight?” She asked in the same breathless voice. “How would you feel about being a big sister?”
----------------------- And here starts my story:
Twilight's mind broke. It all came down at the same time, shutting her mind down. The self brought physical torture she given herself thanks to the manafruit finally caught up to her and the constant worry of Dementis taking over her mind had now taken her to a state of mental exhaustion. The stress of her mission, the worry of the next obstacle that would inevitably come and the feeling that she had to look over her shoulder for guards, that rainbow-haired bitch, the almighty princesses... her brother... it became too much for her. And she didn't know what to do about it.
The news hadn't really effected Twilight as you may think, but it was the final drop in an already overfull vial of the weight that was the mares life.
Octavia saw the love of her life break down right in front of her. She ran towards her and in three seconds flat she was there, catching an almost falling Twilight Sparkle.
''Twilight?'' Her love roes her head up but didn't meet with her eyes, her gaze drifting of like she had to much on her mind and didn't know were to put said gaze. ''Twilight, stay calm. Pull yourself together!''.
Octavia almost yelled out her words, only to get a respond that was not even complete words but only a mumble. ''I-I'mm ok-okaaay, Tavi. I just... I just...'' Twilight's words trailed of there, being completely aimless. After a short silence that seemed like years for Octavia, her marefriend finally finished; ''I... I don't know...''.
Octavia, however, did know exactly what Twilight needed. She needed to let it all out. She needed release. Twilight was a ticking time-bomb who's countdown had been cut down right before exploding. Twilight had almost become a mindless slate, and the only thing that had stopped Demetis from this perfect opportunity had been Octavia... who had also almost finished her off by mistake.
Octavia knew what had to be done... she just wished it could have done without the emergency of this situation. She wished that Twilight would have asked her to do this, instead of her now having to force this on her love. She knew what had to be done, and she went in to her room and started the preparations.
Twilight's gaze had drifted back down on the floor, trailing of aimlessly on the wood she was looking down upon. She barely heard the sound that Octavia was making from first her bedroom, and later and longer from the bathroom, only registering the sound as just that: sound.
Sound that weren't important. What was important right now was... was... Twilight didn't know. She tried to put her hoof back to what was important, to this very moment... but she couldn't. And as she tried and tried, again and again to no end, Octavia finally returned to her love, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
Putting Twilight on the bathroom floor, Octavia positioned herself in front of her and lifted her head up towards her. ''Twilight?''
Twilight's gaze graced Octavia's for a second or two before drifting of aimlessly once again.
Twilight just couldn't pull her mind together. She wanted to lock her eyes to her lovers, but she couldn't steady her head. She wanted hug her tightly, but her front legs was just to heavy. She wanted jump over and cover Octavia in kisses, but her body didn't have the strength to--
'smack'
Twilight could feel her head recoil to the left as she got a blow to her right chin. Her mind instantly lighten up as she looked around the room for whatever had struck her. To her surprise, she and her marefriend was in the bathroom, herself having no recollection on how she got there.
When she didn't find any intruder, and as her mind slowly started to go back to the dullness that hit her before, her gaze landed on Octavia. Octavia stood a few feet in front of Twilight, looking down on her... with a bundle of rope in her mouth. Even though Twilight mind was slowly shutting down once again, her eyes still looked on the long piece of well put together rope between her lovers lips. ''T-Tavi...?''
Octavia, with a stern look on her face, didn't let go Twilight's gaze. She slowly put the ropes down and walked over to Twilight. Kissing her forehead, just to the right of her horn, she cradle Twilights head to her chest. Twilight was shaking at the realization of what was going on... and for what was going to happened. ''How do you want to do this?'' Octavia asked.
Twilight didn't respond to this immediately. Did she want this? Did she want this, this way? It had been years since the last time... and Twilight wasn't sure it she was stable enough to do this. ''T-Tavi, I don't--''
''How do you want to do this?'' Octavia said more sternly. She pulled Twilight's head back violently, looking down on her lover with fire in her eyes. Like a chef looking down on a perfect piece of meat.
Twilight was immediately taken back by the passion in her lovers eyes, almost as if the weight of her dominance pressed her against the floor, crushing her. ''I... I don't know...''.
Octavia let go of her love, picking the rope up and walked behind Twilight. Then suddenly Twilight could feel herself getting pushed down on the floor right on her stomach. With the rope between her teeth, Octavia pinned Twilight down by putting her left back hoof on Twilight's back with most of her weight. Grabbing both of her lovers front-hoofs with own, Octavia put them behind the violet unicorns back and started her life's work.
She was going to do this. She was the only one that could do this... and she was going to give it her all. For her love... for Twilight.
Throwing a large length of the rope on to the floor, she had fold it in half making a double row. Slowly but methodically she wrapped a layer of rope around Twilight's front-hoofs that now were pinned behind her back, avoiding the joints and binding it tightly without the node pressing against her lovers skin. So tight that you could see a slight tone shift on the skin under the fur, Octavia tightened it even more by pulling one end of the ropes that she had left open for just that and tied it of with another node, earning a gasp from Twilight.
Phase one wasn't complete yet as she now wrapped the rope two times around Twilight's chest, one time around her upper chest area, just under Twilight's collarbone and the other one just at the beginning of the solar plexus, carefully tieing and tightening the rope to the extreme at every opportunity. She also tied the ropes around Twilight upper-arms each turn, and made a ear-noose on each arm, again avoiding the joints.
Twilight could feel the pressure starting to rise around her body. The pain searing through her as her lover tighten the rope around her, making Twilight constantly come back to her senses no matter what.
Her lover was so mighty. She was so forceful. So strong. Twilight could really do nothing but physically surrender herself to Octavia. Right now, Twilight was just a piece of meat. Octavia would decide now what would happened to her... at least for now.
Had Twilight been in her right mind and the circumstances different Twilight would never consider using magic on her lover... well, at least not as a means of harming her. But right now Twilight wasn't in her right mind. But Octavia was determined of fixing that.
When Octavia was done with wrapping the ropes around Twilight's chest she used the remaining rope to make noose right between the shoulder blades of her lover, folding it three times for safety sake.
And now it was time.
With one strong front-hoofs Octavia pulled Twilight up on her back legs, making Twilight look at herself in the large bathroom mirror. Twilight looked couldn't help but be mesmerized by the very image before her. The she was, the most powerful unicorn in existence, tied up like a child, no, like a piece of meat, in the hoofs of the giant presence of the beautiful mare... her mistress.
Octavia took her other hoof and pointed it to the top of the large mirror in front of them. No, not at the mirror itself, but at what it reflected. On the ceiling the were three large beams of wood holding up the roof. And on one of them... were two pieces of rope hanging 3 feet apart from each other. ''See what I have in store for you, love?'' Octavia said in a playful voice before letting go of Twilight, letting her fall to the floor.
As Twilight hit the floor, the ropes and the impact sent jolts of pain down Twilight's back, making her rolling in pain where she laid. When Twilight finally got a hold on herself she found Octavia standing a few feet in front of her with a large black bag in her mouth.
Putting the bag on the floor, Octavia turned it upside down and emptied its content on the floor. A bundle of rope fell down... and another... and another. Bundle after bundle fell out until they made a pile of different sizes, as well as a small ball, two pieces of leather and small objects that looked of be made of some sort of crystal. ''See all this?'' Octavia said with a spicy voice, ''I'm going to use all of it on you, love.''
Twilight felt fear starting to build up inside of her. Twilight trusted Octavia with all of her being... but what was all of this? Twilight felt small jolts of magic starting to spark out of her horn as a result said fear, unknowing that it was the signal that Octavia had been waiting for.
''Oh no, you don't!'' Octavia said playfully as she picked up three of the small crystal-things in her mouth. Walking up to the nervous unicorn, she lend over and put Twilight horn against her lips.
Twilight gasped as a jolt of pleasure ran through her body when Octavia slowly lowered her head and took in her lovers horn in her mouth. Twilight, not knowing what was going on, let out a disappointing sound as Octavia immediately let the horn out of her mouth and returned to the bag to get the fourth and final crystal piece.
That's when Twilight noticed just what Octavia had done. On the violet unicorns horn were three small crystal rings connected to each other from the base of her horn, only the top of the horn remaining. Octavia had put three magical resistant rings on her horn, lowering her magical abilities to a minimum. And as Octavia came back and put the final piece on her horn, Twilight couldn't help but marvel at the ingenuity of her marefriend.
On the fourth and final piece that closed around the tip of her horn was a small chain made of pure silver that lead to a bracelet on her mistress right front-hoofs. Usually suppression ring stops magic only to a certain degree and powerful unicorns, like Twilight herself, could break the silly things only by gathering as much pure raw magic as possible. But the fourth piece made that impossible, leading all small magical charges directly in to Octavia. In theory this to could be broken, but not without killing Octavia. Exactly like Twilight had to completely give her body now to her love, Octavia was giving her life to Twilight.
Octavia put everything back in to the bag, grabbed it in her mouth and with a dominate gaze in her eyes she made her way back to Twilight. Putting the bag down right beside the violet unicorn, Octavia pulled out a few stacks of rope and lied them beside Twilight.
Twilight, not able to see what was going on could only feel something getting wrapped around her throat, tighten and hear a click sound, feeling her ability to breathe lessen greatly. Pulling her chin down to feel what it was, Twilight realized what Octavia had done: Octavia had collared her.
Feeling her chins blush, Twilight let the sensation of the situation run through her. Octavia had just made Twilight her pet to do with as she pleased.
The sensation didn't last long though as Octavia continued her work on her marefriend. Twilight could feel her back legs being jointed as Octavia sat herself against Twilight's shoulder blades and put the violet unicorns back hoofs against her flank. Starting phase two, Octavia started to bind Twilight's back legs, making three double-rows and locking the unicorns ankles to her thighs.
Octavia wasn't done with that though as she had only used two thirds of the five ropes. She proceeded by wrapping them around her lovers waist, then making it ran over her slit as tightly as she could as she made a girdle of rope coming from both Twilight's waist sides, spreading Twilight's lower lips and teeing it together in a small knot right outside her entrance.
And as a final touch Octavia used two small pieces of ropes to make a ear-noose near both Twilight's knees.
Twilight could only gasp for more air as she felt the rest of her body getting wrapped up in more rope. All ready having a hard time breathing, she could only take in small gasps of air as she felt her lover forcefully play with the rope around her most sacred part of her body. Her cheeks redden as her whole being was controlled by her mistress. Twilight could also feel something moving inside of her. Something feral... something animalistic.
It was like all her feelings and frustrations was gathering inside of her, becoming its own being. That was something new to even Twilight, who actually had several 'beings' inside of herself.
Twilights eyes had started to tear up when Octavia suddenly stood right on front of her... with something in her mouth. It was two leather cords with a medium sized red ball connecting them. The ball itself had several small holes in it, and in the other end of one of the leather straps was a small buckle.
Octavia said nothing as she forced the small ball inside Twilight's mouth and locked the buckle behind her head. Twilight could feel saliva start to fill up in her mouth and running down her cheeks. She looked up at Octavia with pleading eyes, wondering what was going to happened next.
Said pony did nothing for a while, only looking down on Twilight. Then she smiled, ''Don't worry, love... this is far from over''. That said, Octavia made her way back to the bag and pulled another rope, this one much thicker then the others, and placed herself on top of Twilight who was still placed on her stomach.
Twilight waited in anticipation, but she could only hear the movements behind her. Now and then there was a tug on the loose rope on her back at which she would take as hard a breath as she could take, that being somewhat hard with the collar and the gag in her mouth.
Then there was nothing. No movement, no shadow, so sound, anything. Twilight began to breathe harder and more forcefully, panic raising in worry of what could have happened to her marefriend.
''Surprise''
That low sound was all Twilight heard before she suddenly was lifted in the air by the snare near her shoulder blades, pain searing through her body. She went higher and higher, slowly spinning and suddenly facing her mistress. And when she was at the same level as her marefriend's face, Octavia with the rope in her mouth, stopped and tied the end of the rope to the door handle.
The pain shoot through out Twilight's body in waves and it didn't seem to want to stop. She was unable to truly catch her breath thanks to gag and collar, sweet covered her body, saliva drooled down her cheek and tears ran down her face.
Twilight felt so ashamed, the only thing she could do was to look down and shut her eyes tight. The pain twisted her face, and she thought that Octavia just had to feel disgusted by the look of her. She could hear hoof-step getting closer to her. Afraid on how Octavia probably would thinks of her, not being able to show how much she... she... she didn't know. All she knew was how straining it was to try to keep her face from showing its true expression.
The steps stopped right in front of her. All was silent again and Twilight didn't dare to open her eyes to see what was going on. And suddenly she felt something against her cheek. Unable to keep herself, she opened her eyes, only to meet with Octavia's eyes.
Her mistress eyes weren't filled with spite, with arrogance nor loathing. They were filled with concern. Twilight looked at her love, seeing that the only thing grazing Octavia's face was a sad smile filled with the love and care that Twilight knew only the ashen-gray earth pony had within her.
''It's okay, Twilight.'' She said. ''You can show me.''
And Twilight let go of her strain. She let the pain go through her body, she let the pressure build up and let that being inside of her just keep growing and growing. Holy Celestia, it hurt. Her body was so heavy. The ropes twisted themselves against her chest, grinding between her ribs and put so much pressure against her, that it almost completely cut of her breath. The slightest movement made it worse. The heat roes in her body and she had trouble thinking.
She couldn't control her body and there was nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do not to scream was to try over and over again to pull herself together. Then suddenly she heard the shower start.
Octavia had disappeared for a few seconds and when she returned to Twilight's vision, the bag was with her once again. On the bathroom sink she put up the rest of the ropes, five of them that were about three feet long. She also put some other clothing made of leather there, and a metallic object that made Twilight's heart miss a beat... A knife. Twilight starred at the item before she finally was brought back to reality by Octavia nuzzling her cheek against hers.
''Don't worry, okay?!'' Octavia said as their gaze locked on to each others once again. It took a few seconds, but Twilight did nod her head eventually. She knew that her marefriend wouldn't wound her that way. Octavia disappeared from her vision once again, and Twilight could feel a tugging coming from the area near the joint of her knees and arms, and that's when she realized the only the knife and one piece of the rope remained on the sink And that was all she had time to think of before everything suddenly turned black.
Twilight felt the feeling of polished leather against her face as she heard a zipper suddenly close. ''Do you like it, Twilight?'', she heard from somewhere. ''It's your new face.''. Twilight, with effort, pulled herself together and began to analyzed what her 'new face' was. It was made of polished leather, probably black. It covered everything on her head except her horn and thanks to her being unable to breath through her nose now she had to conclude that there was only a few small holes over the mouth. She could also feel something metallic on her cheeks, making her to conclude that in addition to the zipper on the back of her head there was also one over her mouth.
''With this love, no one will be able to recognize you...'' Octavia said in a sultry, sweet voice. ''And no one will be able to see you, no matter what expression you make.''
… Twilight fell in the dark. She didn't have any eyes. She didn't have any ears. She didn't have a nose. Her face... She was a black slate. And she was surrounded by blackness... all alone, with the being of agony that pierced her body... a body of meat.
And then she finally felt it. Something moving against her new skin. ''Silly you, Twilight. Your not alone.'' Twilight suddenly could see her face. That wonderful ashen face. Those wonderful violet eyes. And she could hear her voice, more beautiful than any music any composer ever made. All in her mind. And that comforting touch. ''Open yourself, love. Let it out!'' That voice said.
Then suddenly Twilight's head was forcefully pulled back. Octavia, in three seconds, had tied the nod that was on the back of Twilight's mask to the one holding her up in the air on her back, forcing the violet mares head back as far as it could get. Twilight could feel her air way completely shut of, and she felt the panic raising as her lungs, only half filled with air, started to already craving for it.
But it didn't stop there. Suddenly a rush of something cold ran over her body as Octavia had turned the shower head towards Twilight. The coldness of the water made the pain worse and Twilight couldn't help but to move around in her strains, making the pain that the rope around every part of her body so much more agonizing.
''Let it out, Twilight!'' Octavia yelled out, her voice ringing in Twilight's head. ''The stress, anger, frustrations, the weight, all of it! Let it all out!''.
But Twilight couldn't let it out. She was in too much pain. How could she let go the agony of her life if she was in pain this very moment.
Twilight could feel the cold water filling her mouth to the max, her tightened air way enabling her to neither caught it out nor swallow it. The ice cold water made her face and jaw hurt like hell itself. She was on the breaking point now.
Octavia saw this and knew that it was time for the grand finale. She shut down the shower and ran over to Twilight, opening the zipper to her mouth. And as the water ran out of the unicorns mouth, Octavia saw a small hint of relief in Twilight's movement. And that's when she went for the kill.
She grabbed her knife from the sink, bit hard, walked over to Twilight and cut the ropes between her shoulder blades.
Twilight felt relief. She was going to live. She felt the water run out of her mouth, and even though she couldn't breath at the moment, she would be able to do so as soon as she could move her head. And that when she fell.
For what seemed like years Twilight fell down. Bracing herself for impact, the floor never came. Instead her arms and leg ricochet back, forcing her body forward, pinning her in the air.
Twilight had though it couldn't get any worse before. She'd been wrong. It felt like her four limbs were going out of their sockets. Spikes went through her neck as her head flew down by the sudden halt in the air and the rope on the back of her neck gone. The ropes against her chest tightened as it was forced forward and expanded as she finally was able to take in painful, agonizing breaths, her throat sore by the whole ordeal. Her marehood shaved by the rope grinding as hard as they could against it.. and it all crushed her. The being became to big for her, and she didn't know what to do with it all. It was just too much for her.
And a few moments of pure physical pain later, she felt something. Something sliding against her stomach, actually easing it all a little.
''Let it all out, love.'' she heard a gentle voice say as a comforting hoof slowly caressed her left shoulder. This single last act of kindness finally brought Twilight over the edge... and she screamed.
It was a feral scream. A scream of an animal in pain. Every emotion that was overwhelming Twilight pouring out with it. The pain in her body, the stress on her mind, the fear of Dementis, the worry of her own and Octavia's safety, the agony of her mission... she just let it all out. It was the scream that would scare the oldest of dragons in their world. The scream of the wildest beast in existence. It was a scream that told Octavia everything that weight Twilight's heart.
And Twilight screamed over and over again. It was just to much, everything. She just hated it. She hated everypony. She hated herself. She hated them all.
Within these bonds she was contained. Within these bonds she was safe, safe to let it all out. And that she did, with a fury that could only match with the energy of the sun itself.
If she hadn't had the gag in her mouth, she felt like the earth would have shaken thanks to it and let the whole of Equestria know of her pain.
And eventually, with a sore throat and a heart much lighter than before, Twilight stopped, letting herself relax. Twilight breathed with heavy breaths, not been able to fill her lungs with air for what seemed like an eternity. And she melted away in the bliss of relief.
She felt her limbs softly, one buy one, land on the floor. Then she felt the zipper in the back of her head suddenly go up and she panicked. She couldn't let Octavia see her like this. She needed to blow her running nose, dry her face, take a shower--
''Stop it, Twilight!!!'' Octavia yelled, but it barely registered in Twilight's mind and Octavia had to force it up.
As the light of the room painfully blinded Twilight's eyes, she could feel Octavia force her head to hers, making their eyes lock on to each other directly. ''You are beautiful, Twilight. You always are, so don't hide from me, you foolish mare.''
Twilight looked at the love of her life, seeing the sincerity in her eye... and the overwhelming love for her. She nodded and gave in to her marefriends actions.
Twilight felt her limbs slowly getting free from their bondage, and started to slowly flex them. It felt so good, the blood flowing back as it should. Every part of her body felt so light. She herself felt so light. And as Octavia took away the gag, the suppression rings and the last ropes around her chest, Twilight let herself collapse in the hoofs of her marefriend.
Octavia started to gently stroke Twilight's hair, letting her love collect herself. And a few moments later Twilight dragged herself up to her hoof, only to throw herself over the ashen earth pony.
Not giving a damn about the stat she was in, Twilight poured all of her love she could gather in to one single kiss. And when it finally ended, she said her first word in ages. ''Thank you''.