The first thing Dashiel noticed as she began to claw her way back to consciousness was how every single muscle and bone in her body ached. After that came the awareness of something pressing in tightly against her from all every direction, and a small bit of struggling against the tightness was rewarded with a clinking sound that the pegasus remembered all too well.

The sound of chains.

Dashiel went limp in her bonds, trying to feel them out without opening her eyes or letting on that she was awake. Jailers tended to do bad things to captives they knew would be able to feel what was done to them, though the large mass in Dashiel’s nethers told her that bad things had already happened, and were likely still going on.

A soft breath tickled the hairs along the pony’s nose, and the change of focus to the front of her body brought equally bad news. A bridle had been firmly strapped to her head with something on the top of it attached to another something that was keeping her head raised. If that wasn’t enough, instead of the usual bit these things had or even a muzzle, some creature had seen fit to instead attach a cock gag to the bridle. Dashiel’s tongue was barely able to move along the underside of the firm, rubbery tasting shaft.

Another puff of air against her nose. Dashiel’s captor must be examining her to see if she was awake, so the pegasus refused to react as the gag in her mouth twisted and flexed slightly, as whoever had bound her moved the gag around a bit. Dashiel also could feel herself rocked back slightly by the motion, forcing her body to be impaled just a bit further onto the cylinder that was anchoring her hindquarters in place.

It had been a long time since Dashiel had let herself be intimate with anything other than her own hoof, and it took everything she had not to moan as the long unused nerve clusters fired into action from the stimulation. Once her mind had managed to stop setting off fireworks behind her eyelids, the soldier pony was finally able to assess her situation.

Unless she was grossly misinterpreting things, she had been wrapped in chains, then suspended in mid-air while being spitroasted fore and aft by a cock gag and a dildo. The odds were she was either being watched for the amusement of Tempest and her yetis, or they expected this sort of thing to break her. Fat chance.

“Hmm?” hummed somepony nearby, and Dashiel was surprised to notice that the sensation carried through the gag as well as into her ears; and that it sounded like Trixie.

Dashiel decided it was worth the risk and cracked open her eyes by the smallest fraction possible. Besides, whatever had done this to her had to know she was alive and would wake up sooner or later. Better to return to the waking world on her terms than from the lash of a whip or a sudden dash of ice-cold water.

Grayish violet eyes over an azure muzzle looked back at her from only a few inches away, and Dashiel couldn’t stop her eyes from widening as they saw the extent of how her fellow pony was bound, realizing that she was likely a mirror of her companion.

Like Dashiel, Trixie was also tightly bridled with headgear that seemed to be made from flexible metal strips, and the cock gag that was buried in Dashiel’s muzzle extended into Trixie’s. That, combined with a set of solid rods connecting the bridles, locked the two mares into an enforced parody of a kiss against a shared shaft.

A chain ran from the top of the mage’s bridle to the underside of a cage that held the pair, keeping Trixie’s head in place, much as Dashiel’s was. More chains had been wrapped around the mare to form a metallic cocoon, with even more chains leading upwards to suspend the mare in a sort of cat’s cradle of swinging steel.

One thing that was different between them was that a rope had been braided into Trixie’s tail and then looped around one of the cage bars behind her, further anchoring her in place.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” a voice said, and Dashiel needed no time at all to recognize the voice of Tempest’s second-in-command from behind her. Paws began combing through Dashiel’s tail, followed by a pattern of systematic tugs that let the mare know her tail was being altered in the same way as Trixie’s. The surprising thing was how easily even the lightest of tugs on her tail caused her to rock back and forth along the thick shaft in her pussy.

Warrior stoicism was no defence against the rapid firing of pleasure centers, and the pegasus let out a gentle moan, one that was echoed from Trixie a moment later. As Dashiel felt the last few pulls and tugs that signaled that her tail had been added to her bondage, she realized the deviousness of how the two of them had been rigged into place.

Any movement either mare could generate was going to be strictly limited to a back and forth motion along a single axis. That motion was guaranteed to either force a fake cock down either of their throats, or make them slide along slick fat dildoes that nonetheless had more than enough texture to drive both of them wild with lust.

The combination was guaranteed to keep both of them secure and either too mind mazed with pleasure to think of a way to escape, or too exhausted from the realization of pleasure to attempt it. It was thorough, devious, inescapable, and definitely something someone who enslaved ponies would come up with.

“I’ll check back on you two in a few hours,” Gruber said, before smacking Dashiel on the ass and causing a chorus of grunts and moans as the impact again caused both mares to rock back and forth on their respective impalements. “I’d stick around and make sure you two had a good time, but little Miss Wing here put so many of our crew in sickbay I’m doing three jobs now.”

The only reply were paired growls from both bound mares, voicing their displeasure in the only way they could with their jaws and tongues as immobilized as they were. A chuckle followed by the clank of a door and the click of a lock let Trixie and Dashiel know that on top of everything else they had been locked into the cage as well.

Dashiel gave a deep sigh through her nose as the hedgehog left the compartment, the sound of a sliding bar against the door indicating that yet another level of security had been placed around them. Dashiel reflected on the fact that sometimes it really sucked when your enemy took you seriously, but then again, she, Trixie, and Twilight had all underscored how dangerous they were with a pile of bodies.

“Mmmhm hmm gomhe?” Trixie asked Dashiel, the mare casting her eyes about to see if the hedgehog had indeed left the compartment.

“Mmhmm,” Dashiel confirmed, wincing slightly as her automatic nod caused the cock gag to bounce uncomfortably off the soft palate of her mouth. Dashiel recognized it as a way to control their movements and keep them in the straight line encouraged by the chains and rear shafts.

“k, trmh mpho mphmcmph up mhmm mmcmph ahmm mhmm mfmmmmn anmph stamh mphmphemffe,” Trixie half-hummed, half babbled to her fellow captive.

Dashiel tried to figure out what Trixie meant, and from the way the unicorn was looking at her she clearly expected the pegasus to do something. “Whamph?” she asked.

“Bamfmk mmmp,” Trixie repeated, violet eyes boring their way into Dashiel’s cherry red. “smphay mphmphmmffe.”

Okay, ‘back up’ I get, Dashiel thought to herself. Stay… there?

The light managed to dawn in the pegasus’ mind as she understood what Trixie wanted Dashiel to do, namely for her to pull herself back onto her dildo as much as possible and hold steady there. Dashiel wasn’t sure why Trixie wanted her to do that, but the unicorn obviously had some sort of plan, and that suited Dashiel just fine. After all, she was a weapon and not an egghead.

Gritting her teeth, Dashiel flexed her dock as hard as she could, ignoring the pain as her skirt hairs pulled on the small bit of muscle and flesh they were attached to, impaling herself as far as she could onto the shaft stuffed into her pussy. Sparks filled her vision as erogenous nerves were triggered by the textures sliding past them. Harder and harder the pegasus pulled, until the backs of her hindquarters came in contact with the steel bars of their cage and the thick shaft in her marehood had stuffed her completely full.

“Yhem yhem,” confirmed Trixie as Dashiel’s mind began to fill with a blend of strain, pain and pleasure as the muscles of her dock and croup held the chained pair on one side of their range of motion, “Hmmmld.”

Then, If that wasn’t enough, once Dashiel had finished pulling both herself and Trixie towards Dashiel’s side of the cage, the unicorn began to flex and undulate her body like some sort of snake. The motion, especially as it transmitted to her through their conjoined, double ended cock gag caught the pegasus by surprise, causing her to relax her dock and allowing the two of them to slide back toward the neutral point.

Dashiel could feel her core muscles involuntarily trying to clench around the mounting peg seated in her as it slid partway out, and Trixie’s whinny told Dashiel that the unicorn was having similar sensations as the motion slid her dildo back in. There was enough room for the two of them to slide back and forth a few inches, but not enough for either mare to free herself.

“Hmmomffrmh,” muttered Dashiel, by way of apology. The pegasus realized Trixie had had to have been trying to bend her body enough to reduce its length so she could slide off the peg that she was mounted on.

“Dmmm mmt agammn amhd HMmmLMph mphmphmms mphimm,” Trixie panted at her, the demand accompanied by a full body spasm that nearly set Dashiel off herself. Pleasure was not a usual driving force for the soldier mare, but something about this combination of pain and pleasurable stimulation was triggering Dashiel’s mind in a way she’d not felt for a long time.

“Mmmgain?” Dashiel asked, wanting to make sure she understood that Trixie was asking for a repeat performance.

“Mmmgain,” Trixie confirmed.

There were not many things that Dashiel was afraid of, but at that moment a brief shock of fear went through her at the thought of willingly forcing that monster back inside of her, filling her up completely and firing each and every long unused erotic nerve in her most sacred place and doing its best to leave her a post-coital wreck. Dashiel’s dock and croup began to move almost on their own, drawing the pegasus back into a rendezvous with the back of the cage.

Trixie’s body gave another, smaller shudder as her body was pulled back out along the shaft inside of her, but otherwise she waited until Dashiel had drawn the two of them as far as she could in her direction. Once that was done, the unicorn again began to wriggle and writhe in a seeming bid to escape, the motions moving the cocks in Dashiel’s muzzle and pussy almost as if a pair of stallion’s were servicing her.

Though Dashiel was prepared for the sensation this time, it was not pleasure that forced her to release the pair’s position after a minute or two, but simple lack of endurance. A pony’s dock and croup rarely do more than move a pony’s tail and Dashiel’s was being called on to move the weight of two ponies, straining it severely.

Again the two ponies slid back to the neutral position, partially emptying Dashiel and partially refilling Trixie, and this time both ponies shuddered as micro-quakes of pleasure threatened to throw the two of them into full body orgasms.

“Agammmn!” Trixie ordered, once they were both fully back in control of themselves, and again Dashiel complied. Hilting herself again on the long thick shaft that was filling her mind with fire, even as it physically filled her body. Dashiel let herself flow along the ocean of orgasmic flame that was literally being forced into her, accepting it, managing to keep one small part of herself aware and glued to her task.

After a couple of minutes, Dashiel’s dock once more had to relax and release.

“Agammmn!”

The cycle repeated, and all that mattered was the pull and drag, the filling of her cunt and the writhing of the cock in her mouth, and all the while Dashiel’s mind burned.

“Agammmn!” her mistress shouted, lashing her with the command as she leaped to obey like an obedient animal, hungry for her next dose of orgasmic pleasure. Holding herself in place was bliss and agony combined, but the exhausted release was like falling from heaven down to an uncaring land below.

“Agammmn!” came the command, as one by one the animal’s senses shut down, overwhelmed by the sensations in its body and the need to do as she was told until all that was left were the senses of touch and hearing.

“Agammmn!” shouted her goddess, her mistress, her universe. Nothing mattered but the call and response, from voice to movement, aching semi-emptiness to orgiastic pain and delight.

“Emhmmmugh,” came the call, and the base creature began to obey once more.

“Emhmmmugh! Stmmmp!” came from Trixie, and Dashiel’s mind recovered just enough to realize that she was being told to stop.

Dashiel lay passively in her bonds, the fire in her starting to cool back down and letting her mind come back together as she settled into the ache that now pulsed from her overworked and overfilled rear. Opening her eyes she noted with surprise that Trixie’s forelegs were now dangling free, the mare somehow having freed them.

The stage performer grunted an apology before twisting herself, and their mutual cock gag around as much as she could, and in doing so, bringing her hooves up toward her head. Dashiel’s captive eyes noted a gleam of tiny bits of metal in Trixie’s hooves and smiled as she realized that somehow Trixie had managed to get ahold of a set of lockpicks!

A few moments later Trixie's head fell free from the unlocked straps of her side of the dual bridle, the gag coming out of her mouth with a distinct “pop” of sound. The mare worked her jaw a bit before speaking.

“Give Trixie a few minutes to get herself loose the rest of the way, and then she will have you down as well,” said the mare with a broad smile.

Trixie talked while she worked on freeing herself from her suspended cocoon. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is aware that you are wondering how she managed to free herself from her chains. Well, the truth is, is that she almost always has a few lockpicks on her somewhere. Sometimes they are braided into Trixie’s mane and tail, or like today, glued to the inside of her hoof walls.”

“Wmmw,” commented Dashiel, trying to keep her head as still as possible, while trying to ignore the solid presence that still had her mounted in place and stirring the embers of the fire that had burned so brightly inside of her.

The lines of chains holding Trixie to the roof of the cage jingled merrily while the showmare shuddered and flexed again, pulling herself completely off of the dildo mounted on her side of the cage, “Trixie is both sad and happy to see the end of that monster again.”

“Mmmgain?” Dashiel muttered, as her companion began to unlock the suspending chains one by one.

“Trixie had to spend six months with one of those things locked inside of her while a now deceased Saddle Arabian stallion tried to break her into being his concubine,” the mare commented, dropping to the floor with a last wriggle and twist. “Chastity belts really should not be called that when they have one of those things locked inside of you.”

“Trixie will have you free in a minute,” the mare said, coming over to start working on the locks of Dashiel’s bridle, before continuing her side story. “The stallion had lured Trixie to his lands with the promise of a performing contract, and after the first time Trixie had run afoul of her future princess, Trixie was in desperate need of work.”

“Pah!” Dashiel exclaimed, as the last bridle lock came loose and Trixie pulled the device free of Dashiel’s maw. “You don’t have to—”

“Do not interrupt Trixie or she will put the bridle back on,” Trixie commanded, dropping a soft kiss on Dashiel’s snout as the pegasus’ eyes went wide. “Negotiations were going well, until one morning Trixie woke up wearing gold hoofcuffs, chains, and discovering her magic had been taken from her by a potion that had been snuck into her wine the night before.”

“Uhhhhn,” Dashiel groaned out, as it took Trixie three or four tries of sliding Dashiel along the dildo that mounted her to the wall to gain enough momentum to swing the bound soldier free, the sensations re-igniting the fire of pain and delight inside of her.

“Trixie spent six months there, as the stallion and his geldings did their best to tame and train Trixie into being a pampered broodmare. Trixie knew that one day they would make a mistake if she let them,” Trixie continued, undoing suspending chains and unwinding the coil of steel from around her companion. “So when the opportunity came, Trixie was ready.”

The last chains fell away, dropping Dashiel in a cyan heap to the floor.

“And that is why Trixie always has lockpicks on—” Trixie’s story was interrupted as Dashiel bounded up from the floor, locking her mouth to Trixie’s in a passionate kiss and carrying them both to the floor of their enclosure.

“Trixie is happy you are… oh, oh!” the unicorn managed to say, as Dashiel began to pepper Trixie’s neck and jawline with kisses and gentle bites.

Trixie was no mare of stone, and what Dashiel’s foreplay may have lacked in technique, it more than made up for in thoroughness as the warrior pegasus moved to swiftly conquer every inch of the showmare’s body with tongue, teeth, wing, feather and hoof. The showmare, already well aroused by her work to free herself from the double dildo dicking doom her and her partner had been caught up in, found her own embers of passion being reignited by Dashiel.

No matter how Trixie moved from side to side, Dashiel was there with a stroking wing or caressing feather, guiding her back into place beneath the pegasus. When Trixie began to slide out from beneath Dashiel, the pegasus gently urged her to return with gliding hooves over her teats or a brief grind against her sopping wet pussy.

All the while Dashiel’s mouth continued to work their magic on the mare’s throat and mouth, turning any complaints or suggestions she might have had into throaty moans that only spurred her pegasus lover into greater action, working Trixie’s body into a writhing frenzy beneath Dashiel’s own.

Back and forth, up and down, Trixie felt herself being moved and guided by Dashiel’s attention as her body responded instinctively to what the pegasus was doing to her. It was more than a simple action and reaction, some part of the showmare realized, it was a dance. A pegasus mating dance that had been altered to fit a partner who couldn’t fly. Altered to fit Trixie.

There was a pause, and Trixie blinked as the warrior pegasus reared up above her, plumage displayed gloriously for her mate beneath her.

“Do you want this?” Dashiel panted, her burning eyes locked on the unicorn beneath her. Trixie felt small droplets of moisture land on her thighs, and glancing down saw the beads of moisture dewing Dashiel’s cunt. Dashiel was aching with the desire to ravage the pony beneath her, but even at the height of her need still held herself in check. Just barely.

“Do you want this?” Dashiel repeated, adding, “Please, I need to know if you’re ok—”

Reaching up, Trixie quieted her lover with a gentle hoof, “Yes, Trixie wants this.”

Dashiel’s war wing flashed out, severing chains, locks and one of the dildos from the wall of their cage; and a few moments of lust inspired ingenuity later, the pegasus was sporting a very serviceable looking strap-on cock.

“Oh my,” Trixie murmured, biting her lower lip in anticipation even as she shifted her hips upward slightly.

Dashiel was a mare of action, not words, and so let her actions speak for themselves as she lowered herself down and into position. Trixie knew the power contained in the slim legs and toned abs of the pegasus, and so was very happy that Dashiel took her time lining herself up, gently nudging aside the outer lips of her lover’s sopping wet pussy.

Satisfied, the pegasus drove her hips forward, sliding the near frictionless shaft into Trixie’s waiting folds and neatly spearing the mage once again on the ivory shaft that had been part of their exquisite torture bare minutes ago.

“Oh! Oh this is—” Trixie gasped, throwing her head back as she allowed the sensations to overwhelm her.

“Great and Powerful?” quipped Dashiel, as she slid the shaft was far as it could go into Twilight’s knight.

Trixie’s only response was a shaky set of nods followed by a series of delightful moans, as Dashiel began to rock back and forth, causing the shaft to ride over Trixie’s already sensitized nerves. The showmare had only kept herself in control earlier because she’d had a job to do, but now with that impediment gone Trixie was already well on her way to a shattering orgasm.

Sensing that her partner was already nearing the end of her metaphorical rope, Dashiel increased her pace, thrusting faster and faster, driving Trixie toward her inevitable climax. Trixie’s moans and cries of delight wove a high pitched melody of sexual joy over the bass beat of flesh slapping against flesh.

Until it happened.

Sometimes in the heat of passion accidents happen. The course of love and lust is not always smooth, resulting in often humorous mistakes that are often laughed off before the parties involved return to what they were doing. Sometimes however, those mistakes can raise problems that bring things to a screeching halt.

Pounding away at Trixie’s receptive plot, Dashiel accidentally drew back just a little bit too far, pulling the pleasurable pylon she had been progressively plowing unicorn pussy with completely free, allowing it to drop slightly due to gravity. A moment later, when Dashiel thrust forward again, the point of her rounded spear was no longer in line with Trixie’s honey pot, but was instead centered on her tight starfish.

So slick was the shaft with its coating of pony fluids and permanent lubricant that the gateway to that most forbidden of places barely resisted before parting cleanly before the invader. Dashiel knew something was immediately different from how her partner’s eyes suddenly went as wide as saucers.

“OH! AH! SWEET CELESTIA!” screamed the mare, as her entire body began to quake and shudder, all four limbs spasming wildly.

Not entirely sure what had changed, but seeing her partner completely lose all self-control beneath her, Dashiel decided she must be doing something right and continued to thrust away at the mare beneath her. Trixie’s cries of ecstatic delight continued to climb until the moment Dashiel felt a sudden resistance, almost as if she had run into something hard. Dashiel’s mind was on other things though, and so she drove forward again, and then a third time, and as she felt the resistance suddenly give way it dawned on her that something might be wrong.

“STOP!” Trixie suddenly yelled out, and the eyes that had been wide with wondrous joy were now white with fear. “Get out of Trixie. RIGHT NOW!”

Stung with wounded pride and worry, Dashiel sprang back, her improvised strap on wobbling wildly. “Hey look, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“No,” bluntly said the showmare, flipping herself over and using her forehooves to drag herself over to the door of their cage, where she began working on the lock with surprising haste. “Check yourself Dashiel. Are you clean?“

“Well, a little messy, but other than that...” began Dashiel, looking over Trixie to try to see what was wrong. Other than her unresponsive rear legs that is.

“Trixie is in deadly danger, and only you can save her,” Trixie said, popping open the crude lock.

“What are you talking… Oh shit,” Dashiel said, spotting the flowing black tide that was emerging from Trixie’s ass. Even as the pegasus watched, the latex symbiote captured Trixie’s dock and coated the mare’s puffy pussy in a layer of inescapable blackness.

“It’s an old illusionist trick,” Trixie explained quickly. “Hiding things in body orifices for later retrieval.”

“And you had the symbiote container for Tirek… in your ass?!” sputtered Dashiel, as more and more azure fur began to disappear beneath gleaming ebony.

“Yes, but there is no time for that,” Trixie replied, turning to her pegasus lover. “This is one of the older symbiotes, and without a control collar when it finishes covering Trixie it will start to smother her.”

“Oh shit,” Dashiel said, realizing the problem.

“Trixie has maybe three or four minutes before she is fully encased,” the unicorn noted, laying herself down. “After that, she can hold her breath for two or three minutes at most. You have that long to get one of the spare collars we had in our packs and put it on Trixie.”

“But that will—” Dashiel began, before a hoof reached up to close her mouth.

“Make Trixie your slave, because you will also have to become her Control,” the mare finished, beginning to breathe deeply and evenly to supercharge her system with oxygen. “She only asks that you designate her as ‘144’, as a match for her sister. Our things should be in one of the forward cargo holds. Please… save me.”

Dashiel took one look at the compartment's barred door, and another look down at the mare who was putting her life in Dashiel’s hooves. The wings of the warrior flared wide as the pegasus drew to her every ounce of air magic she could. Dashiel had failed so many times before. Failed her friends, her wife, her Celestia, even her Equestria.

But not this time.

This time would be different, Dashiel vowed to herself as she leaped forward in a blaze of wind, steel and lighting. This time she would save those close to her, no matter what it took.

The door never stood a chance…

Why should Twilight experience all the shenanigans? And perhaps one day when I have time, I will write the tale of the attempted breeding and breaking of Trixie, but that will have to wait for another day. Next month, we focus back on Twilight and Tempest.

Last minute conversation between me and my editor...

"Hey Pen, I didn't catch it... but did Dashiel ever take off the improvised strap on, or is everyone going to be getting an eyeful?"

<thinks>

"Oh crap"

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