How Twilight Sparkle Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Baddies
Chapter 26: The Blasted Lands, Part 6
Previous Chapter Next Chapter“Whoa,” protested Twilight, just before Rarity was about to begin bridling her. “I get the support frame, but where I come from putting a bridle on a pony is something reserved for the bedroom.”
“And I would love to have you as my harnessed, collared, bridled, and utterly helpless love slave,” Rarity responded, in more ways than one. “But you are not mine, at least not in the way my Apple is. No, this bridle is to protect everypony while we get those nasty things out of you and Starlight.”
“How bad is it going to be?” Starlight asked, nosing her head into the bridle Applejack was holding out for her, who blinked for a moment in surprise before beginning the task of securing the device to the harnessed unicorn.
“Bad enough that we need to bind your magic, and keep you from biting your own tongues,” Rarity answered, nodding in approval as Starlight accepted the bridle’s bit, complete with spoon, with absolutely no hesitation. “And while I admit I enjoy binding a pony, I will not enjoy bringing you the pain I am about to in order to save your lives.”
“Give me your word that this is necessary,” Twilight demanded, bridle still bare inches from her head. “Give me your word that you have to do this and that you will release us once you’ve got these eggs out of us.”
“I swear I do this to save your lives,” Rarity declared, in a solemn voice, “and that afterward you will be as unbound as you wish to be. I swear this by my horn and by my magic.”
“Good enough,” Twilight stated, opening her mouth and trying not to gag as the bit’s spoon slid over and entrapped her tongue.
Another moment and all sensation of magic vanished from her as the bridle’s inhibitor ring settled around her horn and the headgear was tightened firmly against her head with the slithering sound of straps and buckles. Then to Twilight’s surprise Rarity wrapped a tall leather collar around her throat as well, its stiff walls greatly limiting how much the alicorn could move her head.
“Now, if both of you could try thrashing around a bit…” Rarity requested, and both bound mages obligingly threw themselves against their bonds for a few seconds.
“Applejack, tighten the straps over Starlight’s left shoulder please,” Rarity ordered, before turning to Twilight. “As for you my dear, breathe out please.”
Twilight started to breathe out in a controlled manner, until Rarity heaved on the straps around Twilight’s belly and forced the air out of the alicorn with a whoosh.
“There, that’s better,” Rarity said, before taking a breath and simply saying, “let us begin.”
The next thing that Twilight felt was her tail being lifted and something wrapped around her dock. The alicorn made a few attempts to bring her tail back down but the tailcuff had already been secured to her harness, trapping her tail in position just as much as every other part of her was secured.
“Just keeping that lovely skirt of yours up and out of the way,” Rarity commented, as Twilight began to feel an oily liquid starting to coat her rear. “This solvent will help release the resin’s adhesion to your hide, but it tends to not be all that friendly to hair. My apologies, Twilight.”
“Athay,” was all that Twilight managed to reply, with the bit’s spoon keeping her tongue from forming anything resembling speech.
As the pair of native ponies had done previously with the head pieces, Rarity and Applejack carefully painted, scraped and eased their way further and further under the hard resin encasements on the captive couple. However, unlike the helms that had been glued to Starlight and Twilight’s head, these hardened plaster-like coverings also had wide anchoring plugs lodged in both ponies to ensure they could not be expelled.
Every twitch, every tug, every motion Rarity made was immediately transmitted to the hard lump inside of Twilight, rubbing against some of her most delicate and sensitive nerve endings.
“Aooo,” moaned the captive alicorn, feeling her wings flutter against their bindings as Twilight felt herself becoming aroused by the attention her G-spot was receiving. An arousal that increased as she felt the greasy solvent finally penetrate to her labia and slide over the growing button of her clit.
“Now, we just let that sit for a minute to make sure everything is nicely coated before we go to the next step,” Rarity stated, stepping around and into Twilight’s field of vision again. “But, we certainly don’t want you getting bored do we?”
“Aah?” asked Twilight, trying and failing to ignore the sexual heat that was growing inside of her.
“Mistress says that you are not to cum, Twilight,” Rarity commanded, with a smile, as Twilight felt the entire mass attached to her rear begin to vibrate. “At least not until I tell you to. Can you do that for Mistress Rarity? Can you be a good pony and obey?”
At any other moment in time, Twilight would have likely rolled her eyes and replied sarcastically in a manner befitting either Rainbow Dash or Dashiel, but here and now she was completely at the mercy of the elegant rigger whose magic was expertely driving Twilight's inner fires higher and the alicorn realized there was wisdom in submission and obedience at the moment.
“Ahth,” Twilight responded, nodding as much as the posture collar would allow. “Ahth.”
“Good girl. I simply need to check on my dear little Apple,” Rarity said, lovingly stroking Twilight’s mane. “Applejack, how are you doing with our lovely Starlight?”
“Just through, Ma’am,” responded the earth pony. “Our Starlight’s a good girl too.”
“Excellent,” said Rarity, and a breath later Twilight heard a long moan from Starlight. “Now, just like your friend, Starlight: you are not allowed to cum until Applejack tells you to.”
The vibrations coming from Twilight’s own buried plugs were becoming harder and harder to ignore, and she began going through some calculations in her head to try to distract herself from the ever growing desire to give in to the pleasurable sensations coming from her ass and pussy.
“Still with us, Twilight?” Rarity asked, coming to look Twilight in the eye. “Good girl. Now comes the fun part. Remember, you are not allowed to cum until I say so. Understood?”
“Ath. Aaaaaaa,” moaned Twilight, as Rarity ramped up the vibrations a notch, and it was only with an effort of will that Twilight stopped herself from pulling against her bonds in a vain attempt to bring herself off.
Time passed and what had begun pleasurably descended into some of the worst, or best, erotic torture Twilight had ever run up against. Every time the alicorn began to master a level of the stimulation Rarity was providing her, the unicorn rigger would turn up the vibrations, forcing Twilight to find a way control the flames inside of her before she violated the command:
Don’t Cum.
Moans coming from her companion told Twilight that her friend was suffering through the same sensations. Sensations that took a new turn when instead of increasing the power of the quivering plugs in her, Rarity opted to alter their frequency instead, so that rather than a single hum of pleasure in her, the vibrations pounded at her in waves. Trying to force her to break the command:
Don’t Cum.
By now, Twilight had given up trying to control her limbs, and she writhed against her bonds, which held like bands of iron against her steaming flesh. She had lost contact with the outside world as her mind focused solely on the building lightning in her loins. Somehow Rarity had managed to get one area to buzz away at one speed, while the other part moved at another, and when the wavefronts of pleasure met the only thing that kept Twilight from exploding was the soft whisper in her ear of:
“Don’t Cum.”
Twilight had lost all sense of time and space. All that mattered to her was the roaring infernos in her pussy and ass. Raging maelstroms of pleasure that were burning her sanity and will to resist. Any moment now, command or not, Twilight would break and fail. She would give in to—
“Does my little pony want to cum?” whispered a voice, strong and soft, like steel sliding over silk. “Does my helpless, needy pony need to cum for Mistress?”
“Ath! Ath!” Twilight begged, uncaring of rank, position or power. In that moment she would have said or done nearly anything… Just to have permission.
“Then cum for me, my little Twilight,” commanded that same voice of silken steel. “Cum NOW!”
The quivering in Twilight’s loins ramped up one last time and the captive alicorn’s body threw itself into a thunderous orgasm, but as the first unstoppable shudders of ecstasy began to crunch down on the eggs buried inside of her, a tremendous pulling force made itself known as Rarity started to pull on the resin cast anchor plugs buried inside Twilight.
The storm of pleasure howling through Twilight was matched with excruciating agony as the massive lumps spread Twilight in ways that were never supposed to happen short of giving birth. Moans of pleasure and pain in equal volume sounded through the chamber as the widest part of the plugs began to move through passages that had been made pliable and as receptive as possible through the long vibrational foreplay and arousal.
Ecstasy and anguish crested as the massive anchors made their tortuous, erotic passage to the outside world. The combined pleasure and pain ate what little sentience Twilight had left, reducing her to an animal that was trapped between begging for the terrible pain to stop and wanting nothing more than for the accompanying exaltation to continue for eternity. Finally, the alicorn’s mind could take no more and Twilight Sparkle crashed into blissful unconsciousness.
“There, there. The worst is over,” said a voice, an infinite age later. “You did very well, Twilight. Only the last bit left and we’re done.”
Twilight’s barely audible groan turned into a piercing whinny as something that felt like an entire hoof plunged deep into her holiest of holies, throwing her into yet another crashing orgasm. A heartbeat later the hoof withdrew only to plunge into her ass this time setting off another crash of pleasure amongst the echoes of the first.
When that questing hoof made its next plunge, this time back into her pussy, part of Twilight had simply had enough. She had already been run to exhaustion, had already experienced a blend of pleasure and pain that would have had nearly any pony begging for release, but this on top of all that was simply too much.
“Stop struggling, Darling. You can’t escape, and this is for your own good,” came Rarity’s voice in her ear. “You are safe. Trust me.”
Twilight wasn’t listening. Her mind was operating on only one imperative, and so she flung herself against her restraints, pushing both physical and magical bonds to their absolute limits. The sound of creaking leather and slowly bending steel began to sound in the room as alicorn level strength began to overcome the physical limitations placed on Twilight’s body.
“Mistress!” cried an alarmed Applejack. “Look at ‘er horn ring! We need ta let ‘er out.”
“We can’t. Her eggs are already cracked,” Rarity called back, and Twilight could see the pony who would be her first victim scrambling for something amongst her tools. “We’ve got to get them out of her now or they’ll kill her.”
The sound of a snapping hoofcuff sounded like a thunderclap in the room.
“I’m sorry, Twilight,” Rarity cried, rushing back with something silvery clutched in her magic. “I hope you can forgive me.”
Twilight felt a spike of pain in her rump as Rarity plunged the hypodermic into the struggling alicorn and injected its contents into Twilight’s bloodstream.
“I’m so sorry Twi—” Rarity began to say, until the cracking sound of another hoofcuff failing, announced that Twilight wasn’t done yet.
“AAAAA!” roared the berserk alicorn as she tore her body free from the support frame; leaving her bridle as the only remaining restraint.
“Please don’ kill her!” cried Applejack, throwing herself on top of Rarity and shielding the unicorn with her body.
“Oor?” Twilight asked, Applejack’s sacrificial action making her pause in her feral fury.
“Please!” begged the earth pony, one hoof raised in supplication. “She’s all Ah got left!”
Twilight raised a hoof as if to smite the pair on the floor in front of her, then stopped as Applejack’s only response to the imminent attack was to close her eyes and hug Rarity close. The Alicorn of Anger took a moment to try to think of what it should do to an unresisting and helpless target, and in that moment the powerful sedative took hold at last, stealing the strength of Twilight’s limbs and sending her crashing to the floor.
As the chemical fueled darkness closed in, the last thing Twilight saw was Rarity fervently kissing her beloved mare.
When Twilight finally did wake up it was in complete darkness with aching loins and a feeling of absolute pressure over every part of her body. Even her tail felt like it was buried under tons and tons of cement.
Taking a moment to try to assess herself and her condition, Twilight could tell through feel alone that she had been thoroughly cocooned in something that had her forelimbs pinned against her chest, and her rear legs extended out behind her and wrapped together into a single column. Her head had not been spared either, thick pads covered both her eyes to keep her completely in the dark while some sort of hood covered every other part of her head.
Whomever had bound her like this had not neglected her mouth either, tightly muzzling it as well with some sort of padded material, and to top things off her entire horn was sheathed in some sort of heavy material that pulled her whole head downwards. In all, Twilight Sparkle was a completely wrapped pony package ready to be shipped to whatever destination was intended for her.
“Mmrph,” Twilight grunted, as she tried to at least roll her body and finding that whatever she was wrapped in was also preventing any sort of meaningful motion as well. Try as she might she could neither roll, sit up, or even pull her hind legs up to her body.
“Don’t bother tryin’,” came Applejack’s angry voice through the darkness of the hood. “That get-up would even hold Celestia, leastwise accordin’ to her.”
Twilight froze at the sheer hostility in the usually calm earth pony’s voice, and for a moment wondered what she had done to warrant this sort of reaction. And then she remembered:
Ecstasy, pleasure, a pain so sharp and so merged with the pleasure that it drove her ecstatic joy even higher, followed by something snapping in her, and all that wonder turning into something that changed her into an avenging goddess that only pleas for mercy slowed…
“If’n Ah had mah way yer body would be feeding some of the crops right now,” Applejack was saying, sending a chill through Twilight. “But lucky for you, Mistress said Ah shouldn’t and it were cause you were all mad cause o’ what we had to do to ya to get those eggs out.”
There was a tugging sensation around Twilight’s mouth as Applejack loosened the muzzle and pulled it off the mare.
“Now, all Ah want ta know is if yer gonna be any sort of trouble,” demanded the angry pony. “Well?”
“I am so sorry, Applejack,” was Twilight’s instant reply. “I didn’t mean to go crazy like that, and… and if you want to keep me tied up like this for everypony else’s safety, I completely understand. Are Rarity and Starlight okay? I didn’t hurt anypony did I?”
“No, but it was dang close,” Applejack replied, before heaving a sigh. “And that’s pretty much what Mistress said you would say, so Ah’ll let you out, but that horn blocker stays on, got it?”
“Got it, and that’s more than reasonable,” Twilight agreed, blinking as the hood and eye pads were pulled off her face. “Thank you.”
“Thank me by bein’ the good pony Mistress says you are,' the orange mare replied, busying herself with an array of cables that began to slowly lower the sack that Twilight was suspended in.
Several minutes later and Twilight had been freed from her containment, that had included two further sacks beneath the first, over top of legbinders on both her fore and hind legs. Allowed to move for the first time in what felt like hours, Twilight gave her whole body a shake, sending the locks on her bridle tinkling.
“Like Ah said, that stays on fer now,” Applejack reminded Twilight, who had taken a moment to feel the straps, buckles and locks with a hoof. “Ah’m not even gonna hobble ya.”
“I appreciate it, and give Rarity my thanks as well,” replied Twilight, looking toward the open door of the room.
“No problem,” said Applejack, before adding, in a much calmer tone. “So, howsabout Ah take you on a proper tour of the place? There’s some things here Ah’m right proud of.”
“I would love that, AJ,” gushed Twilight, before adding, “can we make it a slow tour though? My parts are killing me.”
“Sure thing, sugarcube,” assured Applejack, holding open the door for the alicorn. “Yer eggs were a lot further along than we figured. Good thing we got ‘em out of you when we did.”
“And now I understand why you had to chain me and Starlight up like that,” Twilight asked, waiting for her escort to close the door behind them before setting off down the hallway. “Why do you want those eggs anyway?”
“We need every resource we can get ta keep this place runnin’,” Applejack answered, walking past a group of ponies who gave Twilight a mix of speculative smiles at her wings and frowning faces at her locked on horn sheath. “Them little buggers can take any sort of emotional kinda energy and turn inta stuff we can use. Like heat an’ light.”
“And did I hear it right that those were… changeling eggs?” Twilight asked, as they entered a large common room and the alicorn’s eyes widened as she saw that the space was dominated by a single, massive, apple tree. “That is a big tree.”
“Thank ya kindly,” Applejack chuckled. “Ah carried Bulwark’s seed here mahself. He’s got a dedicated water line and his own sun panel up top there. Course, we had make sure it was in a space where everypony could use the heat and water too, but that’s Bolthole for ya. Makin’ one thing do five things at once.”
“How many ponies are here?” Twilight asked, as Applejack turned them down a side corridor marked “Recreational Energy Production.”
“Last count was 12,852 ponies in total,” Applejack responded proudly. “There’s talk o’ splittin’ off a group ta form a second Bolthole, while we wait for the surface ta finish coolin’ off.”
Twilight did a few quick calculations in her head and combined it with what she knew of pony genetics and diversity and came up with a shocking conclusion.
“But that means when the event happened, it almost drove ponies to extinction,” stated a shocked Twilight. “That’s only barely enough ponies to provide enough diversity in the bloodlines to keep inbred defects at bay.”
“Ma’am, Ah don’t have a clue what yer sayin’,” commented Applejack, stopping outside a large door. “But Ah get your drift. It was close, damn close. Sunfall damn near killed us all, but ponies are stubborn an’ we don’t go down easy.”
“No, we don’t,” Twilight replied, smiling as she recalled the adventures of her and her friends. She looked up to tilt her head curiously at a sign that read ‘Recreational Energy Production.’
“Ah thought it might be easier ta just show ya what we do with the eggs, instead a tryin’ ta tell ya,” Applejack said, pulling a lever that caused the large door to silently slide to one side.
Twilight stared at what lay beyond the portal. Stared and stared until she had to rub her eyes to make sure that they were working and then stared some more. Inside, bathed in warm green light, were upwards to a hundred ponies and each and every one of them was engaged in carnal activities of one sort or another.
“Are they… '' Twilight paused, unsure of her phrasing. “Um, are they—”
“Fucking,” supplied Applejack, a wide, wide grin on her face. “They sure are. Boy howdy, Ah can’t wait until mah next duty shift here.”
“Wait,” sputtered a reeling Twilight. “This is work?”
“Eyup,” the orange mare tossed back, in echo of her lost brother. “Energy production, moral boostin’, foal makin’ work. The best kinda work, if’n ya ask me.”
“Wait, you said ‘Energy Production’,” babbled Twilight. “How is this energy production?”
“Take a look at them there green lights,” drawled Applejack, with a knowing tip of the hat to the sources of green glow through the chamber.
“Those are the eggs!” Twilight exclaimed, as her mind kicked into gear and made sense of what she was seeing. “Of course! They’re absorbing the emotional energy of all that lust and desire from the ponies into themselves, and then you must extract it somehow and convert it into usable forms.”
“Always said unicorns were smart,” Applejack allowed graciously. “They give us heat an’ light, and all we have to do is give stuff horny ponies are givin’ off anyways.”
“That’s brilliant, but are you sure those really were changeling eggs we had in us?,” Twilight queried. “I’ve seen adult changelings before and they didn’t look anything like what attacked Starlight and I.”
“Let’s just leave these folks alone while Ah answer that,” Applejack responded, closing the door on the sybaritic view. “Ya see, when Sunfall hit it blew pretty much everything up, including magic itself and turned it into this bad kinda energy called ‘radi-ation’ that burns stuff from tha inside out.”
“I know what radiation is, and what it does to living things,” Twilight replied, hoping to speed the explanation along.
“Like Ah said, unicorns are smart,” replied Applejack, before continuing. “Like you said, radi-ation burns a pony from the inside out. When Ah’m out there, Rarity enchants a special gem on mah harness that pulls some of it out of me an’ lets me stay out there longer than most folk.”
“That crystal you had on your back!” exclaimed Twilight, in realization. “I knew red didn’t go well with orange.”
“Eyup, red means the gem is near full up an’ it’s time fer me to head home,” Applejack remarked, curving her rear end over a bit to show Twilight the now green gem nestled in the hollow of her back, just forward of her hips. “Green means everything is A-OK.”
“Okay, so what does this have to do with the changelings?” Twilight asked, as the two began to make their way back to the apple tree atrium.
“Well, all the changelings had fer protection was the rock around their lair,” explained the orange mare, walking alongside and slightly forward of Twilight. “It stops any kind of pony magic from working, an’ it took a big bite out of the radi-ation, but not enough ta stop it entirely.”
“Oh no,” gasped Twilight in realization. “Mutations.”
“Mu-what now?” Applejack asked, pausing in confusion.
“Mutations,” Twilight explained. “The reduction in radiation was enough so that it didn’t kill them, but it was enough to change what they were at the most fundamental level. Twisting them into those terrible squid things.”
“Pretty much,” Applejack replied, understanding what the alicorn was driving at. “They want ta spread their eggs, but they need hosts ta keep ‘em warm and be ready food for when they hatch. We need the eggs fer power.”
“You don’t… “ Twilight begged, feeling her insides clench in full body memory of when she had been implanted all too short of a time ago.
“About every six months we send in a bunch of volunteers ta get fucked an’ filled,” Applejack confirmed. “We have ponies waitin’ ta catch the broodmares when they come out an’ we bring ‘em straight back here ta get the eggs out ASAP.”
“That’s horrific,” Twilight firmly stated. “Subjecting ponies to forcible rape by those… things—”
“Each an’ every mare is a volunteer,” Applejack responded, just as firmly. “They all know what’s at stake and—”
“Excuse me, Miss Applejack?” asked a unicorn stallion in Royal Guard armor.
“Yeah, that’s me. What’s up?” Applejack asked, casting a measuring eye along the chest, barrel and underside of the stallion. “You need somethin’?”
“The princess would like to see your companion at her earliest convenience,” the grey bodied stallion replied, ignoring the measuring stick Applejack was visually applying to his body. “To put it formally: Princess Celestia invites Princess Twilight Sparkle to visit her, as soon as possible.”
“Princess!” Applejack choked, wheeling on Twilight. “You never said nothin’ about bein’ a full-on Princess.”
“You don’t get wings and a horn for collecting bottlecaps,” Twilight replied, with just a bit of perverse pleasure as she spread her own wings in a display of lavender feathers. “Please tell the Princess that I… and my escort, would be pleased to call on her immediately.”