> Business in the Basement
>  by GearMane
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> Guess who came to Twilight
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Business in the Basement



It was a beautiful day just outside the stone building in Canterlot. Celestia's sun was at it's apex, just a few minutes away from it's slow descent to the other side of the horizon. Though mid-day was upon the city, a cool breeze kept the temperature from being overbearing. The birds were racing each other from the eaves and their nests, chirping in delight that the rain had been pushed back to later in the evening. While most of Canterlot was carved stone walls and cobble streets, it's color was parried by the innumerable planters lining the streets, green chutes headed by a dizzying array of colored flowers and grasses. It was a beautiful, scratch that, perfect day to be outside.

Flicker Feather, a golden orange toned unicorn with a blonde mane and tail, that hid his chocolate colored privates. While his tail was kept shorter than normal ponies, it was well-groomed in comparison to his mane. Not to say that his mane was a tangled mess of hair, but rather organized chaos of volume that nearly smothered his horn in the mass of hair follicles. With a surfboard, he would look right at home with the ponies of the coastal regions. 

He was inside a low stone building with a golden wheat stalk thatched roof. The height reaching windows let in enough light for their size to be a curse, a siren's call to enjoy the day, a day just on the other side of a single pane of glass. Just out back was a garden with a walkway that ran it's length down all the buildings of the street, making what looked like a green alleyway.

He wasn't stuck inside. At any point he could lay down his work and trot off into a greener pastures beyond and enjoy the day for what it was. The customers had no immediate need for his services, as very few in Canterlot required the leather and rope work that manual labor required. 

Father of the Bridle, a small tack shop nestled near the main gates of the city and a shared wall with the carriage service next door down. It was odd that the shop was as successful as it was, with the lack farms in the immediate area. But the carriage shop always needed a new harness, a hauling line replaced or suspension repairs due to the younger stallions who had the strength that the aging transportation didn't. Some of the more... clandestine crafts were partly to blame for the success as well.

The owner of the tack shop, a muddy brown toned earth pony endearing called "Pa" had grown frail in his elder years, spending more time at home than his shop. While his children had all grown and chosen to take work outside the family's business, Flicker had filled in the role of Pa's 'Son he wished he had', learning the trade as it was passed down. Many weeks it was just Flicker on his own, making all the repairs necessary and crafting new pieces for the gear that was too worn out.

Flicker Feather had an amazing skill in both drafting and crafting the leather into each desired piece. Every harness fit perfectly, never chafed and was seldom removed as they were the most comfortable pieces of work gear every-pony who wore them had even felt. This was both a blessing and a curse to Flicker, as his mind wandered once he had started to mature.





Once he realized that he possessed a mastery of leather and rope, the sky was the limit. A dark side was born late one night. A stallion by the name of Shunt, who pulled the carriages through out the city, stopped by Father of the Bridle still wearing the leather harness. Flicker felt a know twist in his stomach, fearing that his first public work was inadequate. Being the only pony left working there at that hour, he swallowed his pride and began to speak with the stallion.

His fear dissipated quickly, as glowing praise from Shunt quenched the fear. The stallion went on to remark further that he had made quite a pile of Bits that day as he didn't need to adjust anything or remove the harness and rest. But as well fitted as the harness was, Flicker didn't receive his cutie-mark in leather work, it came a bit later.

Shunt had asked, in a rather hushed tone, if Flicker made any other 'harnesses' out of leather. Being of age, but still green in the ways of the world, Flicker had to ask why the emphasis on harness was used. Several low spoken sentences later and he was wide eyed, his cheeks flushed with red. Such things should not have been spoken of in daylight or even the setting sun as it was. 
Shunt managed to convince Flicker, the hoof-full of Bits helped as well, to make one of these 'harnesses' for his wife. Though it was under the nose of Pa, and through the night until dawn broke. The entire time he was guided by the carriage driver, thick leather, padding, metal rings and eyelets for leather laces. He had used up enough for five harnesses in the creation of this single one. 
The finished creation looked more akin to that of a medevil torturer's apparel. A thin leather hood, a harness that when applied would immobilize any pony put into it, and enough metal rings and supports for the occupant to be suspended from any angle and maintain comfort for several hours.

With a sense of accomplishment and a nagging terror clenched around his mind at the creation's intended purpose, he saw Shunt off with the 'harness' tucked inside the canvas bag the stallion carried. The abomination of leather weighed heavily on the stallion, causing him to question what he had just created. Even the weight of coins in his leather working saddle seemed lighter than this new sensation the 'harness' had filled him with. 

Flicker stashed the coins in the register, nodded a hello to Pa as he rounded the corner. He managed to blurb out a reason why he couldn't leave the shop until dawn, but that the money was well worth his need to take the day off. He went home and curled himself on his bed in confusion, unsure of the ramifications of creating this odd of device.





But this first event was many years ago now, and the confusion he felt was just the push of a seed into his raw pure mind. A seed that grew into a beautiful tree, one who's limbs twisted back on each other, knotting like rope around a pony's form to hold them fast. Thick bark covered limbs blanketed with loops and eyelets should the tree's tangled mess not suffice to restrain a pony. Though one could observe from the outside and see thick lush foliage that covered it's twisted insides. Only those invited into the center of the canopy would become caught in it's web. A bondage tree.

In retrospect, his aversion to this new world was laughable. Any-pony would agree that it was taboo, but once brought up in conversation the reddening of cheeks was a dead give away to those who were new participants. Though Flicker had mastered his poker face and was able to maintain composure when the subject was breached. Even whispers of this world brought some ponies to a level of discomfort, squirming in their hooves, changing the subject whenever possible.

From that single seed, he was able to grow into this world and reach out to others with his leather tendrils of restraint. This was when he gained his cutie-mark, though very late in his young adulthood. It was a collection of small hearts around a feather. It symbolized love, a love for a good time, laughter and merciless unadulterated fun. A feather could reach deep down and get those places that could drive a pony to tears of laughter, gasping for air and snorting with impunity. Every-pony had one area that would bring them to crack a smile ear to ear, but sometimes the feather didn't reach this place, it was symbolism. The feather was light, floated with the breeze and had many many uses, just like Flicker.

He had built up an underground following, those that knew what he made and what he could do. Flicker could have fun with any-pony. Sometimes it was light-hearted and innocent, a few cuffs and a gag. And some of it was dark and heavy when the feather was turned around to a harder point when they were immobilized in a maze of straps and muffled begging of glee for the special brand of 'torture' to end. 

Many ponies had their turn under his unicorn magic, and he had been subjected to the same treatment when a level of trust and rapport was built. While both sides never expected to have a release of pent up energy, but it did happen sometimes and was made better by the stretching of leather bonds and rope. Most of the time it was for the experience of bondage itself that was enough.
Equestria had a bit of a set in stone time table when it came to the perversions he offered. The world had shed off it's cloak of winter just over two months ago, ushering in the warmer weather. With the harsher weather behind them, every pony's body began to wake up with the rest of the world. It was the best time of the year for mares to conceive safely without threat of the weather putting them and their child in danger. 

Without the cold of winter chilling their bones, the mares began to come in season. Any mare would turn heads when walking down the street, the stallions turning to the side as to not expose themselves as much to any-pony else looking in their direction. Every other week until the end of summer this would happen, mares would cycle into heat and the stallions would bend over backwards for them. 

It was throughout the late spring and summer when Flicker's 'underground' gatherings saw an influx of ponies. Most of them were the regular ones, who had sold his wares to, but there were always fresh meat. They were drawn in to satiate their needs, but were not fully aware of what this tpye of 'club' entailed. Most were confused beyond words when they were presented with a restrained pony, or they themselves were tied down. But this was all soon just a minor annoyance to put up with as their pleasure was pulled from their nether, sometimes immediately, sometimes over the course of several hours. 

In any case, the ponies that came to the meetings left sexually drained and satisfied. Most of the happenings here were taboo to the outside society. No questions were asked, no pony had to take a special oath to another pony they partook of. This wasn't a secret brothel, as there was no coins that changed hooves, but merely exploration beyond simple sexual needs. The only strings attached could be unlocked later on during the night.

In the past few years, Flicker was able to participate to his heart's content in the activities, but as with any group that began to gain a bit of popularity he had spent all of last year trying to keep out the riff-raff. The ponies that weren't there to participate, to give something to this group. The ones that just wanted to take, only for their own pleasure. It ran him ragged and wanting. As the weather started to cool, along with sexual tendencies, he had completely missed a chance to relieve himself. Though he was still full, engaging in sexual activities outside the season wasn't worth the trouble, as it's pleasure was severely lessened.

Now that it was time again, his need hit him nearly triple-fold. An unbearable weight hung between his legs. The constant pressure begging him to find some-pony to bury himself in and be done with the urge, empty all the burden he was carrying. Going an entire year without it began to drive him to do something he didn't want to do.

Flicker shook his head and cleared the thought from his mind, needing to suppress it for just a few more days. In just that length of time the large basement he had built would be full of ponies and the mind numbing estrous . He'd be able to get the rut he needed out of his system. Hopefully that pressure lingering between his flank would stay quiet until then.

The day was coming to a close. The new leather was cut into strips and placed in each length's assigned pegs on the wall. The rings and metal studding decorations were all sorted out, the extras put away in wooden boxes. The scrying knives, punches and chisels were back in his saddle pouches and floated to the workbench in a haze of light pink toned magic. Everything was as it should be, ready for a new day's work.

Flicker reached out with his magic and let the ties for the curtains on the windows loose, sending the shop into a dim light with just the wide wooden door to guide him out. He exited the building and shut the door. No pony needed locks on anything in Equestria. Well, he knew better than that, SOME things needed to be locked.

He was about to head off home when a Pegasus flapped down from overhead. A tan, winged mare with a tight military style mane-cut and a grey shirt carrying a saddlebag with an envelope protruding from it landed in front of him. 

"You have a letter." she grunted roughly, and retrieved the tri-folded piece of paper from her nearly empty bags. She held the corner of it between her teeth delicately and faced it towards the unicorn.

Flicker levitated it gently from her grasp and held it in front of him.
"Oh, thank you." he said. "Have a nice evening!" he waved a hoof at the mare who had lifted off once the parchment left her muzzle.

"Okay." she growled back without looking over her shoulder.

Flicker thought for a second as to the reason she was so callous, but as her wings flapped a gust of air in his direction, a creeping tingle ran through his nose and he realized why. She had just ended one of her many heat cycles this year and wanted nothing to do with stallions for a few more days.

He turned his attention to the letter floating near his head and studied the wax seal holding the parchment flaps together. Pressed into the wax was a twelve pointed star, not a signet he recognized, but the fact that it was sealed meant a great deal. Envelopes sufficed for the normal populace in Equestria, the wax meant that it was from a higher ranking than normal pony.

Flicker almost didn't want to open the letter. Perhaps some pony had loose lips and talked about the gatherings he had. This may have been a summons to court, or a cease and desist order. Even a request to turn himself in and face judgement.

Now trembling with fear he pulled the wax pile from the two edges and opened to read the text. He swallowed hard when he read his name as the opening header.

Dear Flicker Feather,

I have heard a great number of rumors about the various services you offer to the ponies of Canterlot. I have heard other ponies praise your leather work in regards to tack and accessories. I would like to offer you my thanks as ponies all over Equestria are having an easier time in their day to day affairs. Apple Jack and Big Mac would like to send their personal thanks in addition to mine. Your ingenuity has made Equestria more comfortable.

I would like to ask to speak with you personally on this matter, as I feel that such hard work should be rewarded. We can also speak face to face on a personal level about the other leather works you make, as their use greatly interests me. 

At your leisure, I would love to have you visit me at the Golden Oaks library in Ponyville. I am generally there from mid-day to dusk. If I am not in at the time, any-pony can point you in my direction.

Princess Twilight Sparkle

It was a letter from Princess Twilight! 
Flicker's head began to spin in dis-belief. He never remembered making a harness for Applejack or her brother, as a well known pony as her would be a meeting one would not forget. It could have been one of the orders made from measurements, as he had plenty of those that get delivered all over Equestria.

But Twilight Sparkle. He didn't deserve any recognition for his work, much less from one of the Princesses. She wanted to speak with him face to face as well. And she knew about his other uses for leather, which sounded like a detriment to a visit there.
With the fear of being discovered negated, and the nagging doubt that Twilight had other motives for this meeting suppressed by the fact that he was going to meet her. His better judgement was being suppressed by the fact that he was star struck from Twilight's request.

Flicker wanted to leave immediately, pack a saddlebag and hop on the next train to Ponyville. After all, he was off tomorrow, the shop was always closed on Monday. It was completely possible that he could travel a few hours away and be back late tomorrow evening. 

No. He shook his head. He was in no position to be around any mare in close quarters in such a state, not that anything would happen. He wouldn't dream of asking a Princess to ease his need. It would be even worse than the first time he had bound himself up at the request of a mare years ago. 

The very though of that brought a redness to his cheeks. He had been very green and that mare had broken him, both mentally and physically. And he liked that, the feeling of being utterly helpless, and making others feel the same.

Flicker shook his head again. He was in the middle of the street, making his sexual tension push to the front of his mind again. He clamped his rear haunches together tightly to stifle his chocolate colored erection from slipping from it's sheath any further. Regardless of what decision he made on this matter, he needed to get home. The embarrassment of walking through Canterlot proper, slapping his stomach with an erection as he trotted home wasn't something he needed right now. The feeling passed as he clenched tighter and was soon on his way home.

Once in his house Flicker turned on the bath, as an unintended side effect from his denied need was that any erection tended to leak a generous amount of fluid. All the way back to his house he felt the slick fur between his thighs, driving at him as a constant reminder that it was a problem he needed to sort out. Just a few more days.

The unicorn drew water for a bath and carefully slipped inside, the warm water was relaxing and instantly felt cleaner as the liquid washed away his own. As the warmth sunk in around his testicles his erection began to grow again. This time it was all-right, because he was in the safety of his own home.

Flicker didn't touch his member, merely let it throb in the heat of the water, it was confused, drawn out by the heat of the bath. It was warm though, felt just like a mare without being inside of her. He just sunk to his neck in the water, letting his cock tip break the surface. Ignoring it's call that he had pushed down for over a year now. 

Though it was the perfect place to take care of it. The bathroom. Easy to clean surfaces for the volume that he was sure would explode from him. A year was a long time, a year of having the scent of mare grinding his hips in public, a year of pressure growing to the point where he felt as if he needed to used the toilet, only having false alarm after false alarm from a swolen prostate. It became tedious to deal with.

After a half hour he emerged from the tub, still aroused as the water was more than a welcoming host for his length and girth. Flicker carefully toweled himself off, staying away from the tender shaft between his legs. Avoiding pleasuring himself made everything feel a hundred times more sensitive. Even knocking the head against his leg sent a shiver through his body, a call to what he could be doing with it. A call that would land of deaf ears for now.

Flicker poured a glass of cold juice from the icebox and sipped it down slowly. Perhaps he should leave tonight, as Twilight's invitation was at most a day old. If he waited for too long, the offer may be rescinded. That and the text had been written with a sense of urgency. The notes for repairs over the years had taught him that haste was a must with some of them.
What would he take? 

Twilight had made mention of his other crafting skills, and how she was curious about their uses. Was it that she was wanting something made for herself? To have one of the Royal Princesses wearing some of his 'feather tight' harnesses, that would be something to see, especially on Twilight.

Yes yes, he should go to see her. Whatever came of his visit would be done. Flicker didn't expect anything to come of this, it was unlikely that Twilight would initiate anything with him. He was just a unicorn from Canterlot that made leather wares and she was a Princess. Royalty who's lineage brought privilege and respect, not any-pony to even have these thoughts about.

It was the weight getting to him, the need surfacing whenever attention was turned towards any mare. He stayed in the kitchen for a little while longer, letting his attention wander away from the thought. All the blood driving his urge retreated without stimulation, back to the smooth sheath flanked by two engorged testicles. Flicker was afraid that he wouldn't last the week without jumping on the first mare he saw.

The evening was getting late. Luna had already brought the moon to full bear and was now watching over the Equestrian night. If he was to arrive in Ponyville to meet Twilight's request, he would have to leave rather soon. The trains from Canterlot was on it's last run to the town. It was several hundred miles and as exhausted as Flicker felt, sleep on the train would be nice.

The unicorn settled on a small saddlebag, with enough space for a day's worth of meals, water and a few bits. There wasn't much need for any of that, Equestria was ripe with food. But a package of dried fruits and a canteen of sweet water was better than the light snacks they had on the train. 

Flicker blew out the few lit candles around his house, silenced the spells of illumination that spread light were the candles were lacking. He closed the front door and headed off to the station with a fast gallop, he would need the extra speed to arrive in time.
Flicker Feather made the train and made his way to the sleeping car. It would be a full six hours before he arrived in Ponyville. The bunk he chose was warm from the heating system running through the car and let the slow rumble of the swaying train rock him into a peaceful sleep.





Flicker was jarred from the rest he was enjoying by the teeth rattling shrill of the train's horn. It seemed unnecessary that it blast it's ear splitting tone this early in the morning. It was probably for the best, or he would have slept on the train long enough to wind up in Las Pegasus. Then the rest of the day would have been spent backtracking to Ponyville.

The orange unicorn pushed the covers off and rolled from the bed to stretch on the still floor of the cabin. He moved to the mirror that sat above the sink and turned the faucet on. His muzzle turned into a frown as he realized that his hair brush was back in his bathroom, just an oversight that was inconvenient. Instead he pushed the pillow smothered mane forward, getting to look in the general shape it normally was. After a small grunt passed through his lips at the image of a bum staring back through the mirror, he drank greedily from the filled sink before collecting the saddle bag and moving off the train.

Outside the car he felt the sun hit him. No pony talked about the weather generally. Those who traveled knew about the climate variations in the places around Equestria. Canterlot was more North than anything else, sharing a temperate weather that Flicker had grown accustomed to. Ponyville, on the other hoof, was more South, carrying a mildly humid feel to the air that was paired with warmer weather. It would explain as to why there were so few fruit bearing trees in his home city. Ponyville had the perfect soil and climate to grow the abundance of food it did. 

The station was wrapped around the west side of the town, the tracks continuing down south to Apaloosa and Dodge Junction, or more Westerly towards Las-Pegasus. It was a bit of a trot to Town Hall from his location, but Flicker's destination was just a few minutes south of the station.  Golden Oaks Library, where Twilight was.

The Station was busy, Flicker felt as if he had stepped into a war zone. Streams of ponies began to exit and enter the train. Sharply dressed attendants began to remove the luggage from the undercarriage storage. The noise level was almost unbearable, hundreds of voices clamoring over each other to have a conversation. Harder shouts were called from the workers that filled the coal car, refilled the water supply in the engine and loaded the box cars with the produce from the farms surrounding the area. Steam hissed loudly from boiler and release valves, tainting the air with the smell of oily water.

The unicorn was glad to leave the audio cesspool behind him. The streets were much more sedate with the normal hoof clops and low conversations of the ponies going about town. The occasional wooden clatter of a wagon or drawn cart squeaked on by, but still much easier on the ears.

It wasn't but a few minutes before he stood before the sight of the library. A gigantic oak tree who's insides were large enough to hold the literature repository of an entire bustling town along with ample living space for a pony. An Alicorn none the less.
The massive limbs spread out across the sky, shadowing the entire west side of the town in it's sheer size. The thick trunk was dotted with windows, the curtain open so that enough light was let in for easy browsing.

Flicker approached the heavy wooden door that hung open. Anywhere else it would have felt odd walking into a home without knocking first, but this was a library as well. Once inside the feeling of being a trespasser left. Amongst the carved shelves were several other ponies browsing the sorted books.

He search for Twilight was short lived, as she had found him first.
"You came!" the Alicorn called out, fluttering delicately from the open second story above him.

"Oh yes. I got your letter and, yea, I'm here." 
Seeing her wings full spread as she gently touched the ground with all the grace of a feathery cloud made Flicker realize who he was coming to see. The magnitude of the situation just now bearing it's full weight upon him. 

"So soon as well, I wish I had more time to prepare." Twilight said, her voice dropping from the previous enthusiastic tone to mild one.

"To prepare for?" Flicker asked, drawing back a step. It felt like intruding, as if he walked in on his birthday party while the cake was still on it's way and the decorations had not yet been pulled from their boxes.

"I can make do with what I have. You are the most important part after all." she grinned.

"Oh, I'm no-pony special. I just make harnesses and tack. Nothing special, really." Flicker kicked a hoof on the ground, feeling ashamed at the attention he was receiving. 

"We should go talk somewhere else. Where no pony can come and bother us. Then we can talk about your work." Twilight said, motioning a hoof towards a doorway in the main library floor.

"Oh. All-right. Anywhere I can set my saddlebag?" Flicker asked. The conversation seemed pretty sedate. No need for alarm. If anything it was a bit fast paced for his liking.

"There is plenty of space downstairs." Twilight opened the door and nodded that he was to go first. 

After several seconds his eyes adjusted to the lower light level. Stretching down before him was a staircase that wound around a central wooden support shaft. It descended down quite a depth, eventually leveling off into a large room after a dizzying amount of turns. 

The room was empty aside from three doors on each wall facing the center. They were labeled "Laboratory", "Restoration/Storage" and "Private". Clearly they were headed towards the private one, as Twilight sidestepped and again opened the door for him to progress. 

This door led down a long corridor of stone, terminating in yet another door. The door facing him was locked, as no handle was present, only a keyhole set in the center of the door.

The Alicorn princess materialized a cloud of magic and shaped it into a key. Clever, a lock that was physical that required a key of magic to open. 

A question began eating at the back of Flicker's mind. Just how deep was this room? It was already secluded enough so that any-pony not looking for it would never find it, but what would warrant such a peculiar lock?

The room was revealed, it was merely two couches with a table in the center flanked by three stone walls. The fourth wall facing the door had a red velvet curtain that spread it's entire length and height. A glancing look at the books stacked on the table revealed that some-pony had been interested in wood and metal working. 

"Now," Twilight started, "I have been interested in your skills for quite a while now." She climbed on the couch to the left and faced towards the other one.

"Oh. It's nothing really. Just doing what I am skilled at. Leather work is sort of a passion of mine." Flicker removed his saddlebags, setting them on the floor and followed Twilight's lead, sitting on the opposing couch.

He was trying not to get ahead of himself. Perhaps she didn't know, and this was just an honest conversation about skilled craftsponyship. The unicorn wanted to gloat, proclaiming that his works were the best. To impress Twilight with his intimate knowledge of his skill.

"No, I am talking about something completely different. I'm talking in regards to the gatherings you hold in your house. Your basement."

"Uh..." Flicker had been caught completely off guard by this. There was no permanent detriment to any-pony knowing, just that he had tried to be as clandestine as possible. If anything was in the light publicly, it would be bad. Not because of embarrassment, but rather protection. What he did was not something that should be common knowledge, but rather sought out when a pony was of age to understand the how and why of his actions. If it were to become knowledge every-pony knew, young sensitive ears may hear of it.

"What... what did you want to know?" He swallowed hard. This conversation had just become officially unhinged.
Twilight's eye lit up with a passion. 

"I want to know everything. What you do, what you use. Perhaps most importantly, I want you to show me." she grinned in anticipation.

"You want me to do the things I do with other ponies... to you?"

"No, not at all! I wanted to learn to do things as you do. Learn the art of restraining other ponies, use it on you."

Flicker had to fight his maw from dropping open. He had to fight standing up on the couch, throwing his front hooves open wide and his head back. Fight the urge to crack a massive grin and yell out 'Take me! I will be your play thing!' He instead perked his ears up to full attention.

"I can show you some basics at the least."

"Great, when can we get started?" Twilight asked, clopping her two front hooves together in delight. She turned her head towards the velvet curtain and pushed it along the top legnth of the rod spanning the room with a bit of magic. 

At first what seemed like a wall's decrepit face being brightened with a curtain, but the truth was that it hid much more than a blank wall. It was hiding an entire section of the room. The light cast from the candles inside the smaller portion only illuminated a portion of the larger area. The shadows it cast were another surprise. There were several stacks of lumber, topped with hoof tools for cutting, shaping and crafting them into furniture.

Twilight raised her head and magic cast itself off of her horn, striking several crystals along the wall with her aura. The crystals flickered several times until they catalyzed and became shining lights. The room revealed it's true face only then.

The walls were carved into flat faces, polished and gleaming. Aside from the wrought iron cages that held the crystals the wall was dotted with metal plates roughly the size of a hoof. Below each was a small pile of metal rings, meant to be affixed to the plates at a later date. Sitting in the rear of the room were several pieces of wood that had been carved down and assembled to resemble furniture. This furniture was odd, not something any-pony would ever see.

A bench with a padded top sitting high enough to keep one's hooves just barely  touching the floor. On each of the faces of the wooden sides were the completed metal plates, attached with the rings in the center. 

Aside that was a bent metal structure. It looked odd, but similar to a simpler seamstress' clothing dummy, having the same shape and size of a pony, but just a skeletal structure. The round metal tubes had holes drilled and slotted inside them, meant for more mountings. Perhaps rings or belts.

The rest of the large room was devoid of anything other than the stacks of wood and tools. But the purpose of this room was clear, after all, Flicker had a room that looked almost like this. It was a place where fettered perversions took place.
"Who built this?" Flicker asked, pausing to wonder what other implements would be built from the fresh wood, and if the builders knew what they were going to be used for.

"I did." Twilight beamed. "I couldn't find any literature on the subject of building some of the furniture pieces you have. I merely took a look at the construction of your room and built them from memory."

"You were in my basement?" Flicker asked, taken aback that the had failed to notice a Princess was there. "You are not a hard pony to miss, and I am sure that you were never there."

"I am a Princess after all, and have a firm grasp on magic and it's many uses. I had been there twice, once as a Pegasus stallion and the other as a earth pony mare. I have dabbled in illusion spells before, and they managed to pass muster in a real world setting."

Flicker's eyes went wide. As a unicorn he should have known that such things were possible. Though the social group that he identified with never had access to those spells, leaving it as an impossibility for such things to occur.

"I didn't... do anything with you, did I?"

"No. I was there to observe." Twilight answered.

Flicker breathed a sigh of relief. 

"I'm sorry that you had to see all of that." Flicker apologized, moving his two front hooves together, rubbing one with the other.

"Why?" Twilight asked, as if he thought she were a prisoner there. "I was there of my own volition. And as I observed, you were providing an outlet for something that is completely natural. There was no pony there that didn't want to be there."

"It's a little bit weird nonetheless."

"It is odd. But even I am not above the urges we all feel this time of year. You provide an alternate outlet for these urges. As much as I have seen, your methods, the group you built interests me greatly. I would like to learn from you." Twilight grinned. She had a great interest in the subject, going to great lengths to rebuild what she saw.

"But you are not in... I'm not getting a feeling from you."

"I'm hiding it. Suppressing it with a spell for the time being. I'd really like to start as soon as possible." She changed the subject, forcing it in the direction she wanted it to go.

Flicker looked around the room, feeling apprehensive about the entire situation. Twilight wanted to jump headlong into the entire bondage world, and she would be experimenting on him. It wouldn't be a thing to trifle over, aside from the fact that she had never taken control of a situation as this. 

"You seem to be lacking a few-"
Before Flicker could finish, Twilight flapped her wings and lifted off the couch. She reached down to lift the seat cushions to reveal a hidden compartment full of bondage paraphernalia.

Cuffs and collars, made of both steel and leather, all sat neatly organized in rows, buckles at the top, the rings facing down the length of the strap. Seated in new packaging were several toys, insertables and strap on devices. Lined up in rows ascending in size. Butterfly gags, ball gags of all sizes, hoods, blinkers, bits and a world of other head related bondage gear.

"The uniforms and clothing items are under your couch."

Flicker didn't know what to say. Her one box had more gear than he had in the entire basement. It would seem that she had gone overboard, buying or perhaps having Rarity make some of the clothing that was very hard to acquire. It was very impressive to say the least, but this would go very wrong if not handled correctly.

"What did you have in mind, to start with that is?" Flicker asked, swallowing hard as he imagined her using everything inside the compartment. He nearly regretted that question, fearing that it would be several days before he recovered from what was about to transpire.

"We should start slow, and I want to ask questions, so no gags for the time being." She nodded.

"That would be best. Move slow from there." he nodded back at her.

Twilight grinned and landed on the ground in front of the opened couch, grabbing several items from within and trotted over to the bench. Flicker followed and mantled the padded top, letting out an uneasy breath, preparing for what was to come.

"Is it customary for ponies to let others apply bonds to them, to walk in and let them do things?"

"It depends on the pony. Some like to put up a fight, wear themselves out as they are restrained, struggling to get free even though they want to be bound. Others like things calm and quiet, and let themselves be locked up." Flicker explained.

"And which one are you?" She inquired.

"For the sake of the situation, you can put them on me."

Twilight nodded.

The thin steel cuffs were closed around his rear legs, clicking shut. They were surprisingly lightweight considering the ones most commonly used were heavy pieces of iron with thick chains. These were thin metal rings, light but effective as his rear hooves slowly moved to test their resolve. They held fast on the wooden box.

Twilight moved to the front of the unicorn and applied the same cuffs around his front forelegs. It would have been enough to cause discomfort if he wasn't able to remove them with his own magic. She then moved to his neck and applied a thick collar around his neck. She did this with her hooves, only securing the buckles with her magic.

"Now, just to make sure you aren't going to get out..." Twilight produced then carefully dropped a studding piece down over Flicker's horn. A stud or studding was a magic imbued ring or cap that suppress a unicorn's magic. Rendering them as useful as an earth pony with magic. This stud was a thin ring, with a small charm hanging off of it, Twilight's cutie mark in sterling silver. Other studs were a heavy metal cap, with a manual lock in addition to the magical one.  It sat near the tips of his horn and was twisted, threading the internal pieces to lock with the natural spiral of a unicorn's horn, insuring that it would not fall off.

Flicker gasped, it was something he had never felt before. The quiet whispers of his surrounding, the energy aura of the objects in the room were silenced. The feeling of the outside world he had grown accustomed to grasping at when he needed to move things was now gone. Though Twilight's gentle hoof clops echoing off the walls and wood was stimulation, the world felt cold. The sudden disconnect made him pause for thought, of how far Twilight would take this. He was truly stuck now.

"Now you are really stuck." The mare grinned with a devilish up twist on her muzzle. "I can test and tease you as I see fit." she moved closer to his cheek and gave it a small peck.

Flicker blinked. Celestia, what had he gotten himself into...

"Not that I don't feel safe around stallions, but it's always best to air on the side of caution. With no pony here other than you, I think I can let myself out." 

Flicker became confused as her horn lit up. Her body became a wash in a haze, obscuring her figure behind it. The wall of magic fell and with it came an overpowering and stomach churning sink in the unicorn's stomach.

Twilight was a bit of a mess. Several seconds ago she was pristine, every strand of fur on her entire body was where it should be. Now it was chaotic, her coat swished every which way, her mane had a few wiry curls in it that jutted outwards.

"I'm a wreck. I know." she apologized. "This time of year just becomes too much, gritting your teeth when a stallion walks by. It's just easier to let myself go and hide it with an illusion."

It wasn't her appearance that startled Flicker, but rather the sudden wall of estrous boring into his nostrils, splitting a path strait into his brain. His eyes dilated, ears folded back flat and saliva began to pool in his muzzle. It was a physical reaction, one he couldn't control. Like a scared rabbit bolting from hole, his sheath spat out his engorging cock. It's length sliding down the side of the perfectly smooth box he was locked to. It was as if Twilight herself was a being of pure estrous, pure drive that filled his head with the need to please himself. Stronger than it had ever been before.

"That is the reaction I need to hide out in public." she said, as Flicker seemed to wear an expression that sanity had clocked out. 

"Do you mind if I...", she paused "...mind if I look? I have never seen much more than illustrations and a passing glance. It's improper for a pony like me to do such things." 

It took him a few seconds to process what happened, forcing his mind to ignore his stallion hood throbbing for attention. "Sure, go ahead. Every-pony is curious."

He couldn't see Twilight behind him, the collar around his neck was quite stiff and stifled normal movement. But he knew that she was behind him, he could feel her calm breathe wafting over his pucker and heavy scrotum, looking at them no doubt. She was one that put science and investigation above all, so poking and prodding was to be expected.

"I don't think that testicles should be that size. These are almost double the standard size for a stallion of your age." Twilight mused, and carefully lifted the heavy orbs, feeling their weight.

Flicker gasped and tugged a fore-hoof in it's bindings, it held steady, biting softly into his fetlock. He shuddered at her touch, a bit of precum drooled from his flared tip onto the bench.

"I didn't get the chance to relieve myself at all last season. It's been tough getting by the past few days. That's why things are so swollen."

"Did you just ejaculate? There is liquid coming from your penis." Twilight asked, feeling as if she had done something wrong.
"No, that's... just precum. Extra semen for lubrication." Flicker grunted as pleasurable nerve ending sang out as the mare continued to put her hoof on various parts of the stallion's chocolate colored bits.

"To get an actual seminal ejaculation, you would have to be stimulated. By insertion into a vaginal tract, or stimulated orally or anally as well." Twilight said, repeating what she had read from a book on pony anatomy. She moved a hoof softly up and down his shaft, not letting too much pressure exert on it. "I have also heard of a 'phantom mare'. A special artificial vagina for stallions to use. Just as mares have stallion toys."

She had done her work, though half of the information Twilight was saying wasn't getting through. Flicker was lost between crying out in ecstasy and wanting to finish. It has been too long and he needed to finish, the release that had been stifled for the past year.

"You are very sensitive too. I can feel you holding yourself back, holding it in. Every time I brush past your stallion parts, you grunt and more precum weeps out."

"It's very pleasurable." Flicker hissed, resentful that he couldn't close his flank around his cock and thrust forwards to ease himself into an orgasm. But his legs were spread apart, locked to the bench.

The unicorn's head popped up, gasping, his rear hooves kicked outward straining the cuffs and he pushed up on the bench with his front hooves groaning in pleasure. Twilight had taken the very tip of his head into her muzzle, letting her tongue slide gently across the beveled top and forming a vacuum in her mouth. The move drew out a wash of precum from his urethra. The liquid volume was a bit more than what Twilight was expecting, and it dribbled from her mouth and chin to the stone floor.

The pleasure didn't last too long, as she pulled off from the head and paused near it. Letting the fluid drip from her open mouth. 
"It doesn't taste too bad, like a thin yogurt, a bit flavorless." Twilight commented. She licked her lips and chin, catching all the strands stretching from her open muzzle and globules drooling slowly down her chin. "Not as disgusting as I'd imagined."

Flicker was at a loss of words. She was exploring every inch of stallion hood. It was just her own style of testing, looking and exploring. She didn't know how much it was pleasuring him, how much it was tormenting him. It gave him an insight as to the ending, when he finally orgasmed, and how he was sure that no matter how restrained he was, the bonds were not going to hold when it happened.

"Can I feel you with magic?" The mare asked to the stallion's folded back ears.

"Y-yea. Sure." It wasn't like he could say no. Twilight had him helpless, bound in body and stifled in magic.  

"It will be the same thing I have done to myself. Reach deep inside to places where hooves, stallions or a good toy cannot even reach." Twilight said aloud, while building a cloud of magic slowly around the unicorn's private area.

The mare closed her eyes, letting the power of her magic feel out every inch of the stallion. Carefully she twisted the haze around his shaft, letting it bleed gently inside. The penetrating cloud relayed information back to her, nerve endings and clusters let her know where the sensitive areas were. From an exploratory point she had succeeded, but instead of moving up, she began to compress, expand, stroke and vibrate each cluster of nerves.

With each action, there was an audible result. Flicker hadn't felt anything like this at all. The usual external forces that he felt always had to go through the buttery soft skin to stimulate the nerve endings. What Twilight was doing bypassed everything and dumping raw feelings directly into his spine and up into his brain. No words would form fast enough, just streams of vowels pushed from his lungs in pleasure. His body shivering as muscles bounced in utter joy of her touch. 

"It appears that you quite like this." Twilight grinned.

Flicker couldn't answer, just nodded his head slowly as drool dribbled from both his front and rear quarters.
Twilight moved her magic through his shaft and up into where the testicles were attached to the body. Once there she felt an oddity, the prostate gland. She had read about it, being important in male reproduction, but thought it was a secondary biological piece in the system. A cursory feel told her that it was swollen. What usually should have been the size of a plum had become large enough to be considered an overgrown orange. She tested it the same way as she did the other pieces.

The reaction she got was far beyond what Flicker had done before.
His body curled up and his head tucked down so that his chin touched his neck. The hooves straining against the cuffs to curl up in pleasure. Flicker shouted out, against his will.

"HOLY CELESTIA!" he screamed. 

Over stimulation wasn't the word for it. What he felt was ten times more powerful than orgasm, but without the dicharge to go with it. His head had gone into a full flare, engorged past it's normal size, big enough so that the largest horse shoe wouldn't fit around it. Instead a large rope of precum splattered out on the ground, splashing his and Twilight's hooves with droplets from the powerful discharge.

Twilight feared she had hurt him. The magic field dropped and she took a step back.
"Are you all-right?" she asked, fearfully. Here eyes wide and ears folded back.

"Y... ya.... yes." Flicker slowly voiced the word. He slowly let out a breath of air, shivering slowly along with it. "That was... I don't know what that was."

"As long as you are ok. I can't break my new toy yet. But that gave me a great idea." The alicorn grinned, walking over to the couch and grabbed a few things that Flicker was not able to see. She deposited them behind the stallion, on purpose, so that whatever she wanted to do was a mystery.

"What are you doing?" the stallion asked with a hint of fear in his voice.

"This is my first time and I want to do as much as I can and make this last as long as possible."

"How long?" An alarm was ringing in his head.

"I would absolutely love to see you a quivering mess, too tired to ask me to let you orgasm. Just a sopping wet mess of a pony willing to do anything I want you to."

She was taken with him, smitten with the idea that he was now her little play thing. Out of all the stallions in Equestria, she had chosen him to break into her little toy.

"But t-that's not-" Twilight pushed a hoof onto his lips.

"I am a Princess in Equestria, and things have been complicated for many years now. I need somepony I can unwind with, in whatever form that it takes. I just happen to have always loved watching ponies squirm in complete sexual frustration. It is why I have refrained for so long myself, for as long as I deem you worthy, I will have my fun with you. And I just want it to be as simple as possible. No strings, just relief."

Flicker should have felt lucky. Any stallion would rip out their two front hooves to be with Twilight like this. But the way that she had her head cocked to one side, her smile twisted wickedly wide and the fact that her own hormonal build up had turned her into something that looked like a night-mare wasn't helping. With his hooves chained to a bench and his magic suppressed all in a room where no pony could hear him, he was going to have to go along to get along. 

It was surprising as well. Twilight always seemed like a pony who took it, one that would get down on her knees and do the pleasing. But with a surprise twist, she was a dominate. She was the one who was going to be taking from him. Her curiosity was sated and now it was onto whatever she wanted to do. 

As Flicker nodded to her, he realized that Twilight had already gone back behind him. He tried to crane his neck to see, but the collar he was wearing rose up too high and restricted his neck, making it impossible to see what she was doing. 
It wasn't but a few seconds later when he felt a feathery soft touch stroke slowly across a testicle. It's caress was as light as a breeze, but the feeling ran much deeper. The signal he was getting was that of an comfortable tickle, the very tip of an applicator pommel for powder makeup. The tickle that had every muscle micro-spasming, wanting to pull away as it's focus was enough of a load on his nerves to make them giggle in glee. 

Slowly he groaned in pleasure as the pommel traced in slow circles against his taught scrotum, outlining them where they were the softest. Then it moved up, tracing a slow line down the center of the large orbs until it reached his taint, where it was spun in circles along it's axis.

As the pommel traced it's route back down, another joined in the fray. The second one began to use it's magic touch along his glans that had un-flared in the last few minutes, but the attention it was now getting began to rush more blood back into it. The pommel drug it's careful caress around the area just below the flared head, tickling both the shaft and the underside of the head, drawing out more precum. It was masterfully guided to avoid becoming soaked in his liquid as it danced around the head to tickle every nerve on the surface. 

Flicker thought that it couldn't get any worse. He was already panting and groaning lightly as Twilight worked the pommels up and down, back and forth along his tenders. He thought that if she kept this up, he was sure to reach the throes of ecstasy in no time. But that did not happen. The two pommels were enough to keep his erection from shriveling, but their meager teasing, though thoroughly tickling him deep inside, was not enough to draw anything more than the gooey pre-cum.

The stallions soft moans were a duality of notes. Pleasurable huffs of air pushed out his throat, verbally indicating his arousal and how pleasant this was to him. The other were small grunts when Twilight began to move the silken touch from place to place, never letting their kiss hold too long in a single area as not to build up too much pleasure.

After what seemed like an eternity, a third and then a fourth of the brushes were added. Now it had become an orchestra of joy. Each of the brushes gliding from place to place along his throbbing shaft, and testicles that felt so full they could burst. All worked in an independent fashion, criss-crossing paths, settling on the more sensitive areas just long enough to draw his cock forward to push blood into his head, causing a partial flare. But just as soon as he drew closer to an orgasm, they moved to tickle a new part of him, making Flicker release a frustrated grunt each time they did.

Twilight seemed on the outside as if she was new to this, but something deep down inside the unicorn told him that she knew exactly what she was doing. Rather than orchestrating a symphony of pleasure, she was intent on drawing this out as long as possible. Letting him feel the very beginnings of an orgasm, but then moving on, making sure it didn't happen. Letting him build up time and time again only to revoke it. Twilight was composing a symphony of destruction.

"Twi-Twilight..." he sputtered between short winded thrust of air. "Please... en-enough."

The mare remained silent, and he wasn't even sure she was back there anymore. Having just left him to a spell to tease him to no end. Though amidst the metal clank of the cuffs and his labored breathing he could smell her, the mare hood she bore was full of blood and dripping, perhaps as much as he was. She was still there.

"Pl-please... let me... c-cum." he begged. No answer from his captor. Just more unrelenting pleasure.

It seemed like hours had passed. Twilight maintained a steady calm while teasing him. Flicker would grunt and moan, kicking his hooves as much as the cuffs would allow when he was close to reaching his goal. Each time it was denied. 

It must have been hours, as time went on the feeling in his nether region became less and less. Slowly becoming numb to the brushes sweeping over him. It was no longer a torture or a pleasure as his cock began to slowly regress back into his sheath.

"I think that is enough for now." Twilight squeaked, dropping the brushes she had held, each in their own cloud of levitation back into a case. "It seems that you are a bit worn out back here."

"Oh, Celestia..." Flicker groaned.

"I'll be right back with a few more things."

What was she getting? There was only two pieces of furniture that looked halfway done, so her options were limited if she wanted to move him elsewhere. He hoped that the mare wasn't gathering a whole swarm of toys to put in him. The bench was facing away from the entrance and the seats, so there was no way to tell what horrors she was bringing over.

Twilight returned with a grin on her muzzle. She had dropped the pile of things behind him, but was now floating a leather hood in front of his face.

"You keep trying to look back and see what I am doing, so I hope this will dissuade you from doing so in the future." Twilight smiled.
She opened the rear of the hood and pushed it over his horn, lowering the rest of it down around his cheeks. The thick leather pressed down his mane, letting it close easily around the rear of his head. It had no muzzle on it, rather just an opening for his to stick out. Quickly the leather laces drew the slack to the rear of his head, pressing the padded eye portions down onto his eyelids.
It must have looked a little gimp. His muzzle, horn and ears sticking from their designated holes, leaving the hood to grip tight just below his cheeks.

Flicker moved his head away when he felt something press against his lips. 
"What is that?" he questioned. But it was swiftly answered when he finished, leaving his muzzle open enough for the ball to slip inside. The rear strap was buckled and pulled tight, sinking the ball deeper into his maw and it clicked as it fell in place behind his teeth so that he could not push it out.

"AAGH." he mumbled through the hole in the center. Whatever he meant to say was lost in the rubber ball that depressed his tongue and locked his muzzle open. The ball was just the perfect size to let his lips form a seal around it's edges, seating comfortably inside. He huffed his disapproval, but Twilight was now in control as his words turned into wisps of saliva that trickled from the hole and down his chin to the floor.

Flicker though it was over, but to his surprise Twilight released his hooves from the cuffs and held him in her levitation. He tried to move, but she was gripping tight enough to keep him from making any action against her's. Within a few seconds he felt sick as he was turned over, his hooves facing skyward, being blind was enough dis-orientation, but this was confusing in both mind and body.
The unicorn felt something brush past his paralyzed hooves. It quickly traveled up his legs and onto his chest and back. It hugged tight, nearly encapsulating his torso. With the sound of thick metal teeth zipping shut he had a good guess what it was, but why there were holes confused him. Along his rear cool air was still pressing against his nether and stomach. His hooves remained uncovered as well. This was an open rear latex suit, the familiar smell finally was able to penetrate his nostrils past the thick scent of leather.

Twilight wasn't done with him. With the sound of jingling buckles and leather, she wrapped his torso in a harness. The padding was thick and as tight as she pulled on the straps, the plush lining pushed in to cradle him in comfort. It felt like one he had made, but was unsure that it was, as he was blinded by the leather hood. From the sides there were several straps that hadn't been buckled, and once his back was pressed against the cold steel tubes of the other device he knew what it was.

Twilight threaded the buckles and straps through the holes on the frame, holding Flicker's torso into it's stiff embrace. She pressed his head to the back of the spoon like cradle at the top of the curve, holding his head in an upright position against the frame as a secondary belt on his collar was threaded though it's holes to keep him from moving his head. His tail was belted up and out of the way, arching over his back so that his entire rear was completely exposed. 

The metal device had one last surprise. Instead of letting his hooves dangle in the air, Twilight curled them up and placed them on the curved sections, using padded belts to hold them in place. Both front and rear hooves were now locked in place. 

Flicker was fully stuck. He felt as if he were sitting on the ground, front hooves tucked under his chest and rear folded at his side. His leather bound head stood up and alert, but that was just the metal frame. His near flaccid cock swinging under him, the only part that was free.

Twilight lowered the frame nearly to the floor, being careful that she didn't put any weight on his erection that was swiftly returning. His head was in just the right place. 

Realizing that she had made a mistake by prematurely applying the ball gag, she unbuckled it and looped one end through the collar's o-ringed front attachment point.

Flicker didn't say anything. Twilight was taking off on her own and it was clear that he was at her mercy. Any sort of verbal resistance would spur her forward to doing something else to torment him. 

"You have been a most admirable teacher. I have learned alot. So I have decided to give you a treat." 
He could hear Twilight beaming at him through her voice.

"I haven't rea-" his words were stopped when his muzzle was pressed into all that was mare. Twilight's thick engorged folds slick with what smelled like liquid estrous opened enough to push his nose inside. 

Under the hood his eyes rolled up in his head, struck by the urge to empty his lungs he did so. Then with his nose he pulled in a breath as hard as he could, peeling in air mixed with her juices that smattered the inside of his sinuses with Twilight. His erection shot to full bore, like a collapsible baton flicked open with a twist of the wrist.

Testosterone dumped into his bloodstream, the estrous driving him into a craze. He couldn't see, but he imagined a full set of dark purple lips, slick with ooze. The folds had vanished, leaving a full thick plot hazed in dark purple, glistening in the light.

"It's my turn for some stimulation." she cooed.

Flicker grunted in approval, he wanted more. His head was swimming, and Princess or not, it was all irrelevant now. It was just carnal lust that drove him forward. He wanted to fill his lungs with her.

As best he could, he turned his head sideways and took half of her part into his muzzle and began to run his tongue up and down slowly. He began to trace around her opening, lapping up all of her nectar. Flicker had eaten a few mares before, but Twilight was different, she tasted like blue raspberries. Every-pony had their own taste, perhaps some evolution to compel ponies to do such things. Beads of her began to flow from deep inside and stick to the thin fur that coated his muzzle, the liquid he didn't lap up voraciously.

The unicorn's heart was beating like a jackhammer, and for a few minutes he forgot about his own need that was repeatedly slapping against his stomach. He focused on Twilight, focused on running his tongue around her separation, traveling in deeper and deeper with each pass.

He could feel her shivering as his tongue worked deeper and deeper into her tunnel. The further he went, the more the mare let small groans pass her lips, she was enjoying this as much as he was.

Flicker's jaw opened and closed as he lapped at her, his now slick fur brushing up against the full clitoris. Pausing, he pulled the boxy muzzle from within her and began to move lower, finally finding her button. It was swollen, cradled around a fold of her part, sticking out enough to lip against. He kissed her there, and she squeaked out in pleasure.

A wry grin crossed his muzzle, perhaps it was time to torment her. Flicker moved his upper muzzle back into her and lower muzzle below her sex, and drew the entire region into his mouth, suckling on it like a teet. He washed his tongue over her, smacking loudly with his lips to get a better purchase on her bit, sucking in with all he had to stretch the flesh into his muzzle.

Whatever Twilight was trying to say came out a slur of incoherent words. She babbled for a few seconds and then her front hooves collapsed under her. The mare tried to kick out, remove herself from his muzzle, but she was too weak and her hooves merely scraped the floor but a few inches. Her tail swished across his ears, but they only flicked sideways as the strands fell away. 
Flicker had her, he had her right in the place she had him. Around his lips her heart beat pounded in his skull. Her short ragged gasps told him that she was close, oh so close. Her flesh has stretched enough into his mouth that even as she moved both rear hooves backwards, his grip was enough to keep her flank still high in the air. 

She contracted, winking, forcing out a thick glob of her sex out onto the top of his muzzle and into his nose. Twilight was ready to go, but Flicker's tongue stopped short of completing it's final ring around her button and he let go of her, letting her unfulfilled flank plop down into the pool below. It wasn't the best idea, get her all riled up and on the precipice of orgasm, then stopping. It was just reciprocation. 

"Why did... you stop?" She huffed in sexual frustration. 

Flicker didn't answer, just twisted one side of his muzzle upwards in a grin. He let his wet muzzle drip to the floor, not even bothering to lick himself clean.

Twilight growled out and removed the ball gag she had placed on his collar earlier and forced it back into his muzzle, strapping the belt up one hole tighter this time. She then placed a hoof over the hole in the center, forcing Flicker to breathe through his nose and suck in the glob of her leakage into him, to further pollute his system with testosterone.

It was fair play, after all she had him down here for Celestia knew how long already. The announcement was perhaps, too subtle. Any other pony he had played with always had a signal, a word or an action that they did, indicating that they had enough and were ready to end it. Unless they were merely there to be teased, and it was apparent that it was Twilight's only reason that he was there. For her to explore him and fill her needs.

Twilight was confused. He was so eager, to lay himself down at her hooves, and to please her. But why then did he leave her hanging. She was still ripe with anticipation, her mound and sopping wet clitoral area throbbed with a fire, the surface was just apparent. But this coal fire was hidden, it's roots deep within her stretched a burning tunnel from her plot, through her nerves and into the darkest part of her brain.

She enjoyed watching the stallion squirm under her direction. Most mares were at the mercy of stallions in the outside world, they caught a mare's scent and did everything they could to contain themselves. Sometimes that happened, but more often than not they moved away from a crowd, into a back alley or an open doorway to leave a sticky mess on a  stranger's floor that quieted down the inferno for a few weeks. It was a true release for her joy, that idea, to be the one in control, the one on top with the pony below her at HER mercy.

This was her first time attempting to do anything like this, so she was bound to make mistakes. Her few observations had led her to believe that it was the way things went. A pony was restrained, brought to the edge, satisfied the other pony, then was allowed themselves to have the release they needed as well. Why he was avoiding the normal ritual she observed was a complete mystery to her. 

Perhaps he wasn't desperate enough, wasn't close enough to the edge to take her. She would have to try harder, bring him to his knees, figuratively.

Twilight left the suspended unicorn in the frame to himself for a few seconds and retrieved a toy from the chest. She returned to the rear of her bound stallion and began to wonder how to insert the new toy as to not cause discomfort. It was slow, toys were always inserted slow, because they caused a great deal of pain if just stuffed inside like a ball gag.

Flicker was mystified as to why Twilight was spending so long away from him. There was no way he knew that she was behind him, sizing up his pucker for the toy she held in her magic. He quickly found out what she was doing when a small protrusion of magic pressed into his rear and crept slowly inside. He pulled against the bonds of the frame and yelled through the gag, but a jumble of near mute vowels emerged.

Slowly his hole opened up, gaping the size of a bit coin. Her magic retreated and a toy was pushed against the opening. The toy started off small, a rounded tip, then opened up rather wide, stretching him to his limit. The unicorn pulled at the leather straps and bit down hard on the rubber ball in his muzzle, trying to push past the pain. Once the largest part of the toy pushed into him, he calmed down as the tail end of the oblong sphere rode inside. 

It wasn't over yet, a secondary push at his already sore hole and he knew there was more. This one was much slower, and larger. It was pushed in steps, a little bit of pressure, then a pause. The action was repeated over and over. At least Twilight was learning how to handle such things, but what was the toy? The second of the two balls was gliding inside, letting the tail end of it thin out, but not let him close completely. He felt a bowl shaped cup cover his rectum, the stopper. What ever the toy was, it was fully inside now. He grunted as the mare placed a firm hoof on the base and gave it a push, collapsing his entire rear end inward, as the base of the toy was too large to fit inside.

Twilight again left his rear and went to the couch. Even without the sense of magic that usually let him gather information, his body adjusted fast and was able to tell from hoof clops how far away she was. Blind, immobile and mute, he was just a few senses away from a deprivation level. Not something he was comfortable with doing at this moment. But none the less, he was here.

Flicker reared his head as far as the frame would allow, and gasped in ecstasy. The toy deep inside him sprang to life. The front ball of the insertable felt alive, it had bent down to the wall of his colon and had begun to rub the bump in the wall that was his swollen prostate. The pressing and gentle rub was just a reminder of how desperate he was to have an orgasm. The prostate pressed forward, and this action seemed to reciprocate throughout his entire reproductive tract. His rear end pulled in, taking the toy with it an inch or more, testicles drew upward slightly, as if to help push outward with his shaft. From there his erection grew, his head flaring up to full sized, dwarfing an apple that filled one's muzzle. With this valiant push and throbbing erection came a stream of pre-cum that splattered to the floor.

His prostate, having grown to almost double normal size from a year without an orgasm, was like the carnival game where one took a hammer to ring the bell by hitting a lever that shot a weight upward. The hammer was the toy, hitting his prostate so that the weight, his cock, was pushed farther from the origin point. The only thing that was different was that if it managed to ring the bell, he'd win a prize a thousand times better than a toy. But again, Twilight seemed to know her anatomy, pushing him just close enough to feel the onset, but never enough to blow his load.

She had returned, once he began to pant heavily through the hole in the gag, sending steams of saliva down his chin. Any pony watching this event was likely to think more about the cleaning bill. Between the stallion's saliva and pre-cum, and Twilight's own juices, the stone floor must have been darkened with wet pools.

From the position Flicker was suspended in overhead, Twilight had access to the underside of all hooves, and his open stomach, neither locations were covered in thick latex. Just as she wanted it. 

Flicker had a bit of an obsession for tickling the soft tender spots on any-pony. The undersides of hooves, the thin furred stomach area, behind ears, the nose, genitalia and necks. He would bring other ponies to a drooling mess, begging between tears of joy for him to stop as they had become overwhelmed by stimulus. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't. Either way, Twilight had observed this on her disguised trips to his basement. And what was good for the mares, was good for the stallions, right?

Twilight had brought out two motorized polishing wheels, meant for putting a shine to silver, brass, copper and even wood. They sported brand new buffing wheels, thick shaggy covers with padding that when spun, would turn into a non stop barrage of cloud soft whirring 'blades'. If anything was going to turn him into a whimpering pool of liquid pleasure, it was going to be a full on assault with these devices.

Flicker wondered what the click and electric whirr came from, as it was a new noise. He quickly found out and regretted pondering such a thing. A swoosh of air passed the bottom of his front hooves and he wiggled them away from the breeze, but it wasn't going away. Within seconds he was overwhelmed as the raw delicate skin on the underside of his hooves was touched with what felt like a million feathers that crept into every tiny crevice of his well groomed hooves and spaces in-between. 

The feeling was intense, an immense feeling of over sensitivity. Every nerve inside his legs was alight with trillions of signals, all fighting to travel down the single pathway to his brain and let him know that the best move was to get away, to stop the barrage he was experiencing.

An uncontrolled guttural laugh streamed in an unending intake and exhale. But to Twilight the sound was an infuriating string of 'M' and 'F' as the ball gag did it's job of stifling speech. He was breathing rapidly, biting down on the gag and frothing his saliva into a foam from the exuberance he felt. 

The reason that the frame was set up the way it was became clear. In this position, any-pony on the underside of the contraption had acess to all of his tender parts.  Flicker's stomach was open, is rear legs held outward instead of inward to offer protection. His front legs were folded at the sides of his chest, the hooves pointing inward, bringing the front and rear hooves close enough to each other with just inches to spare. His stallion-hood was also exposed, his erect cock and balls swinging in the air where anypony could get near them. 

Twilight took full advantage of this, passing the wheel between hooves and stomach, letting it's polishing surface buzz at dizzying speeds across his tender skin. As much as Flicker tried to move, he couldn't. Each hoof was properly restrained so that it bore it's full face to the other, unable to shield them from anything that was done to them.

Tears began to bead up in his eyes and wet the leather hood down with them, slowly carving a path down to the bottom of the hood and matting his fur down as they traveled. Saliva continued to boil from his muzzle in frustrated globs, being sprayed out by the hard huffs of air as he vocalized himself through the gag's open hole.

All of this while the animated prostate toy was pulsing against the lump in his colon, driving his cock fuller and fuller with blood, pushing out a constant stream of the clear liquid down onto Twilight's folded wings and back. She was too far occupied with hearing the leather creak under the muscles of the unicorn struggling to break free.

Once the struggling subsided just a tiny bit, Twilight picked up the other buffing wheel with another cloud of magic and began to run the two simultaneously. The tools began to tickle both front and rear hooves with an unyielding speed.

Again it was hard to tell time. Flicker's erection driven by Twilight's liquid estrous that painted the walls of his sinuses clouded his judgement. But he was exhausted, all the tender spots on his hooves had become numb to the tools, his prostate bloated and buzzing had ceased to be a stimulus from the toy and merely became a heavy weight that pressed outward on his testicles and cock. 

His entire muzzle and neck were coated with saliva, the rubber suit was slick as well, letting it gather and dribble in thick globs off his chest to the floor. From the pushing and belly slapping cock, his nether was covered in pre-cum. Any of the liquid that dripped down in wispy threads landed on the mare below him, smattering her entire back and coating her wings. Twilight, who had loved every minute of this 'torture' had contributed to the mess as well, her dripping sex began to run down the insides of her legs and onto the floor. The entire room had the scent of an hours long orgy, though no pony had sex there.

It felt as his hours had passed, but there was no way of telling, not down here in the subterranean basement where there was no sun or clocks. Ten hours could have passed for all Flicker knew. But he wasn't concerned with time, rather that he NEEDED to orgasm. 

His cock had been erect for far too long, his testicles full and ripe, nearly ready to burst, and his prostate had turned his urethra into Neigh-agra falls.

As Twilight stepped out from under him, he began to feel the weight hit him. Every muscle was sore, every ligament ached, he just wanted to fall asleep, he could if he wanted to. But the mare broke the voiceless tone that had presided the past length of time.

"I've had enough. I'm sure that you are ready to end this, I know for a fact that I am." Twilight sighed, more out of exhaustion than a tedious task ahead.

Flicker screamed, as loud as he could, and as clear as he could make himself heard. 
"YEAGHHH!"

Twilight let out a little giggle. Never had she had such a response from any-pony this strong. 
"I hope you are ready for this, because I am going to completely drain you."

"YEFFFF!" he screamed again. Drain was the wrong word, he was going to explode. 

Twilight gathered two clouds of magic, one for herself and the other for her captive. She stepped to the side of his body, because when this was over, she wanted to be nowhere near his trajectory. As with the first time she explore him, she enveloped his entire stallion hood in her magic, even sending a small wisp off to surround his prostate.

She sent the second cloud into her nether. What she was doing with the spell was making a physical connection without the two touching. She was going to make him feel as if he were inside her, and that she was being taken by him, all while stimulating parts inside each that would never be felt by traditional rutting.

"I hope you are ready." she grinned, knowing that as a tertiary magic ring was stationed in front of his flared head, ready to send signals to either party, and both of them weren't going to like this first part.

The ring descended slowly on the flared tip of the unicorn's penis and immediately began to strangle the blood from it. Flicker and Twilight gasped, as the signals crossed, making each member's genitals experience the others welcome.
Twilight had completed the spell, but was ready to take hold if it ran away on her, both of them were very tender, minutes away from finally sliding down the slide of sexual ecstasy.

Flicker felt his cock enter Twilight via the magic link and he grunted into the gag. She wasn't warm, she was hot. From the outside it felt normal, but inside she was a few degrees warmer than he was, and it felt amazing. He quicky realized that he wasn't in control of is actions, as even thrusting into the air did nothing to drive his shaft deeper into her. He was at the mercy of the spell. And for right now, it was content with pushing his member into her slowly.

Twilight was on the receiving end, the phantom cock caused her to twinge, he was a bit cooler than she was, perhaps because his cock had been out for a length of time in the lukewarm air. Her walls had squeezed a fair bit of blood out of his shaft, leaving just a uniform sized tube pushing inside her. She could feel her full lips fold inside, facing him and letting the fluids that made their way out slip as they lubricated him.

The ring continued slowly, this spell was designed by a mare, as there was nothing fast about it. It was taking it's time. Pushing in several inches, then pulling out all but one inch that had made it's way inside. It wasn't what Flicker had expected at all, if he was released from his bonds, it would have been over in less than thirty seconds, he would have already filled her up and then collapsed from the whole ordeal.

Once the magic halo had sunk the entirety of Flicker's shaft into Twilight, it began to pick up the pace as the mare was now on the same level of arousal as the stallion. It backed him out almost fully, taking several seconds to get there, then pushed back in, taking longer to go full hilt. Flicker grunted in disapproval, though it was still an amazing amount of stimulation, Twilight's magic began to massage his prostate in rhythm with the ring moving. But she agreed that it was a slow pace, and reduced the travel time for the ring, to two seconds from tip to hilt.

The quickened pace caused both of them to gasp, as Twilight began to move forward slowly from the increased push. But as she was trying to step out from the cock, the spell adjusted itself and she wound up nearly walking before she realized that it was meant to keep the same pace in the same place, no matter where she was.

Flicker was grunting furiously in time with the ring. Growling deep as it sunk around his member, and pulling in a quick breath as it receded back to his glans. If he hadn't heard Twilight walking around a second ago, he would have sworn that he was actually inside the mare. The spell allowed him to feel every fold, every impurity in her walls, feel both of their liquids clinging to his testicles in strands as they touched her lips. He would have to get his from her, teach him how to do this.

A symphony of short breaths and tiny vocals from Twilight were almost drowned out by the guttural grunts of Flicker as the two engaged in magic intercourse. She began to focus on suppressing his nerves, so that they could both orgasm together.

Flicker felt the pace quicken, but his pleasure seemed to be lessened. Twilight was now barking out hurried gasps, absolutely thrilled as his piece was gliding in and out almost two times a second. But he just felt as if he was beating off a dead horse, not feeling the full effect that she was enjoying. A tiny wall of anger rose in his mind. If she was going to stifle him from cumming, while she was going to release herself, he was going to have words with her.

The mare's breathing picked up, she was nearing the end stage. She finally let go of his nerves and he picked back up, nearly gasping for air through the gag as the sudden wave of ecstasy hit him. This time when the feeling crept across his testicles, it was not stifled. It began to build, but slower than normal. Finally the moment arrived.

He sucked in a massive breath and held it. His stomach muscles tightened, his pucker squeezed the base of the toy so hard that he thought it was going to cleave the base from the bottom of it's silicone length. His prostate cried out, swelling for the push, sucking in what seemed like a breath of air itself. Testicles that were full and aching seemed to pull upward as a drawstring, from deep within Twilight he felt his head flare up, the last time of the night. It seemed to rip her apart, as she screamed out from it's size. A wash of thicker pre-cum spurted out just before the tsunami.

Twilight wasn't screaming in pain, but rather her perfect timing with both of their orgasms. His flared head was in just the right spot, pushing out with all the force of a thick balloon being filled inside a paper tube. She was stretched to the maximum, that was true, but it was far more pleasurable than painful. She reached out and vibrated their special spots, the prostate on the stallion and g-spot on herself.

Wave after wave of pleasure racked them both, forcing copious amounts of fluid from the two. Flicker strained in the leather as much as he could, feeling that sweet final release. Everything tuned out, it was just his brain exploding with endorphins and his shaft racked with pleasure, his prostate emptying everything it had. 

The moment lasted longer than he had though possible. He counted eight, nine, ten then eleven pulses, spurts of orgasm from deep inside. As they mounted, more and more, he lost track. He was slightly alarmed, but was racked with intense pleasure that he didn't let the thought linger in his mind long, as it was flushed out quickly with another few pulses from his prostate, kicking out his erection even stronger. 

He became carried away with riding this wave. The orgasm repeated itself again and again, it never became dull, but stronger as each thrust carried pure bliss along his nerves. Flicker mentally closed his eyes and began to breath in perfect time with his body.
The ring continued to slide up and down his erection, driving him into a state of over stimulation. Even while riding the pleasure of ejaculation, it did eventually subside, but the ring kept stroking him inside Twilight. The feeling was too much for him to handle. His stomach twisted deep inside, the giddy feeling before going someplace new, someplace unsure. He wanted to stop it, but the spell hadn't run it's course fully and him mind began to fade in and out of consciousness. Like a candle that wanted to stay lit in a howling wind, fluttering to near extinction, then bursting back.

Flicker no longer heard the splattering on the floor, there was nothing left to push out, but the orgasm continued. He stopped fighting his muscles and they had become relaxed. The magic of the spell had drawn him dry, and as he felt the tingling begin to fade and his orgasms stopped he breathed a sigh of relief. He could have gone all day, but as with all good things, it ended.
It took ten minutes for him to return to normal. His heart slowed enough so that the rest of the world filtered in. His ears stopped ringing, and the extent of the damage done became apparent. Every muscle ached, his entire flank was raw, at this point he didn't feel his collapsing cock recede back into the sheath, he didn't even feel the tinge of pain as the toy inside his rectum was removed. He was just too beaten down to notice anything. The  one thing that he did know was that he was alive and the mind altering insanity of his need was now laying on the floor below him.

From off to his side, Twilight let out a low sigh. Apparently she had taken the ride along with him, becoming just as worn out as he was.

"We have made a mess." she clacked her tongue, though more in a manor befitting a jest. 

Flicker kicked his hooves as little as they would move and he 'hmmm'-ed through the ball gag. He was ready to be let down, stripped from the bindings and crawl to a nice cool spot to sleep for a week. If he was able to even get that far.

"Though, you are not done yet." she added.

Flicker grunted in surprise. He was spent, his body wasn't able to support himself on all fours yet. And she wanted him to do this all again?

He kicked weakly against the bonds, but as all the other times, they held stronger than he was. The frame began to sway slightly as his head jerked back and forth, not traveling too far as his collar was securely mounted to the cradle.

Twilight cast her horn alight with it's glow, sputtering to full radiance after several seconds. The mare was more drained that she had thought. Regardless, she was able to complete her task and the unicorn's cock unreeled from it's home, filling with blood for the last time in her company.

"I had said that I was going to drain you. And I don't want to be a liar, besides, you have one more inside. Now the big question is, how do I go about doing it?" Twilight mused, thinking back to her toy box to wonder if there was anything in there that could help.
Flicker was raw, his new erection brought forth via magic and all it's glory. His shaft seemed a bit swollen, the ring aura did it's work, if a little too rough. His prostate had taken a beating from the toy as well. Physical stimulation was out of the question.

Twilight had paid attention careful attention to his nerves during the entire event. And it was possible to feed them false information, making his body think that he was having physical intercourse. It was worth a shot at any rate.

The alicorn focused what magic she had left on the nerve cluster deep inside his flank, finding the bundle that fed information in regards to his member. A weak smile crossed her muzzle as she did.

She began by sending low pulses through them, as if his entire cock was vibrating. Flicker let out a long winded low moan from his skyward craned head, his rear hooves twitching in delight and the base of his tail that was not restrained in the harness began to flick from side to side. 

Twilight kept the same amplitude strumming his nerves and increased the magnitude. This had an interesting effect. Pre-cum shot out weakly from his urethral opening, and the unicorn reared his head painfully back and drew in a single long breath and held it inside. From under the latex suit his muscles were taught, bulging outward as he exerted force on them.

It wasn't twenty seconds after this happened that his cock twitched upward and the chocolate colored head flared up to release another white tainted stream of pure bliss.

"GUUHHHHHHHHHHHH"
The held in breathe was released, spraying out saliva nearly to the wall ten feet away. It was reflex, but his hind quarters bucked downward, releasing throbbing pulses that increased the diameter and length of his cock as the batter shot forth with enough power to skip off the pool below him, then shrunk back down between bursts only to repeat the process.

Twilight didn't let up, she kept the same nerve stimulation going for several minutes until his cock was flaring outward and naught but a thin wisp of semen dribbled out. When she did finally drop the stimulation, Flicker was gasping past the gag, not getting enough air. Quickly Twilight removed the ball and set it aside.

Flicker was trying to speak, but the limb shattering orgasm was too much. His words came out in half-syllables and confused the mare. His jaw muscles were tired from maintaining the forced open position that ball gag held them in and he began to open and close his maw and rolling his tongue.

"Are you all-right?" she asked concerned, thinking that she was the cause of some injury.

Flicker nodded and lowered his head, content that it was over. Content that he had finally released his pent up need. Content that it had been one of the best times in his life.

Twilight breathed a sigh of relief, and began to lower the unicorn from the height he was at. 

"I'm afraid that I can't manipulate the buckles and let you out. I used nearly everything I had on both of us, and then the last of my magic for the last ejaculation you had." She apologized.

"Just get my right hoof free, I should be able to do the rest." Flicker nodded.

Twilight managed to use her teeth and loosened the buckle enough so that the stallion was able to release the collar with his own hoof, then remove the studding ring. 

He breathed a sigh of relief when the world and his senses drew back in. He could feel the walls, the floor, Twilight and most importantly all the buckles and straps snaked around his body. Within a second he had everything loose and levitating in the air. The light was so bright that he had to squint, the hood had him cast in blackness for nearly this entire length of time.

Every muscle inside his body ached. Stressed from pushing against the bonds holding him tight. He began to move at a slower pace, knowing that it would be a few days before the stiff deep aches left him. 

The rubber suit, collar and leather harness were all draped over the top of the metal frame. Flicker's eyes adjusted to the light and he was able to survey what had happened.

His fur was awash in sweat and swept every which way in a random pattern. Between his rear legs was even more of a problem, his chocolate cream colored erection was still standing strong and sopping wet with the slick haze of love. 

Twilight fared worse. She was drenched in nearly dry stallion sauce, her entire rear section from tail base to hooves was matted with her own orgasm. Flicker saw her over and a grin twisted up one side of his mouth.

"I must be a disgusting mess..." Twilight said, opening her wings and saw the hundreds of strings of semen stretch daintily from feather to feather before breaking into tiny globules. 

Flicker suppressed a laugh.

"I think we are both disgusting right now." he lifted a hoof from the pool of thick pony yogurt he was standing in. "We both need a shower and two bars of soap in the very least."

"There is one down here. Sometimes I spend days inside my lab, working on potions, spells and incantations. Spike doesn't like to come down here, a dragon who doesn't like 'caves'." she let out a small laugh.

"Then I guess after that..." Flicker groaned, moving under is own power for the first time in what felt like hours, his muscles were stiff and stressed from all of the wild bucking he did against the bindings. "Ooof. I guess after that we can get something to eat and I can catch the last train to Canterlot."

"That sounds good. I am a bit hungry. It's been almost a week." 

Wait. What? Flicker felt like he had a stroke and nothing was making sense anymore. It was possible that he had misheard her, that she meant a day. It was common for Flicker to spend hours upon hours bound or with another bound pony. But after a week he would have been completely wrecked.

"A w-week!" he exclaimed.

"Yes. That is why I am so drained of magic. I had to keep a time dilation shield active. Time passed in this room at a much faster rate that outside, and by my calculations we are about a week older, well one hundred sixty hours older exactly. The patrons in the library have only moved a few inches during all that time." Twilight explained.

"I- um..." Flicker was at a loss of words. "That's great?... I guess."

"It's the only way I could have worked on all of this, gotten it finished. Over the past week I have spent roughly five hundred and two hours getting this room ready. If you would have arrived a day later it would have been completely finished."

"That would explain why you are burnt out. I nearly collapsed after finishing a teleportation spell several weeks ago, I can't imagine what you feel like." Flicker told her.

Twilight nodded.
"I guess we should take that shower, and get something to eat." The unicorn opened the door from across the room with his horn and proceeded to let Twilight take the lead.

The shower was a rather large size, big enough for two ponies to gather inside with ample room for more. It was carved from the rock face, the pipes and valves anchored to the wall. Functional and simple.

Flicker had to do all the heavy lifting, as Twilight was barely able to open the thin curtain with her own magic. He turned the water on and the two stood side by side underneath the wide head spraying them with water.

Flicker noticed a change in Twilight. Either she was ready to fall over and pass out from exertion of both the physical and mental duress. That or she had turned back into the normally passive mare she was, leaving the dominatrix personality in the bondage lounge. She remained quiet after he was freed, and only responded to talk when she though she had done some something wrong or in response to his question.

He broke open a bottle of unscented soap, best both of them not emerge from the basement smelling of the same scent or there were bound to be rumors flying. Pouring a thick wad on a soft bristled brush he began to scrub Twilight down first.
It bubbled up as he began to scrub her coat, using soft and gentle strokes. She closed her eyes and let the lightweight bristles clean out all of the pleasure, though enjoying the physical sensation of having some-pony else rub her down.

"Why did you pick me?" Flicker asked, as a passing question that was meant to be fluffy conversation. "I'm not really what you would call a prize catch."

Her face flushed red, and cracked a tiny smile.
"I think you are cute..." she trailed off, turning her head to the side, ear folded flat in embarrassment.

"You aren't that superficial are you?" The stallion asked in surprise. It was true that he had seen his share of beautiful mares, and some that looked like a grizzled Timber Wolf, but he gave both kinds the same treatment in his secret room. He brushed some soap down into her whetted tail, straitening the wiry hairs that wouldn't stay in line without it.

"No. You have a way with ponies. Always giving them what they came for. You can make them smile, laugh and break them in a sense that feels good. Help that reach places they couldn't without you. I have watched you give and give, rarely ever receiving in return. If you know my friends, I like to surround myself with ponies that know there is more to life than taking." She explained, faking that she was cleaning her hoof on the brush on the floor instead of making eye contact.

"You're smitten with me, it's blatant." He blurted out. Not the best thing to do, but he had seen this kind of 'love' before. A pony falling in love with the trappings, quite literally, of life. He finished her tail and began to gently scrub up from her rear hooves, drawing the brush slower and slower as to not touch her inappropriately. That kind of thing stopped at the exit of the room.

"No, not at all. Perhaps... Just a bit... Maybe a little bit." she rambled. 

"Hey," he stopped brushing her flank and took his hoof to her chin, raising her head up to look directly at him. "What happens in rooms like those, is in a sense, just business. A relationship based upon fetishes and kinks is not one I, or you, should want to be in. They tend to expire quickly when one of the ponies finds some-pony new to restrain them in different ways. If you want me to be a Fettered Friend Forever, then I can. But you need to learn that what happens in those rooms, mine or yours, that it is a gesture to relieve stress of both parties. Yes it's fun and there can be some honest attachment, but outside and now, I am a craftspony and you are Princess of books or friendship. It's not an easy thing, separating yourself from the feelings, and this seems harsh, but it is for the best.

"I can let you get to know me on a ponysonal level if you would like and we can go from there." Flicker nodded to her, and Twilight nodded back. He went back to carefully removing the fun they from her flank with suds and the brush.

"Are you angry with me?" She asked.

"No, not at all. Just trying to clear the air. I have seen this type of thing before, and I have even fallen into it's trap before. It hurts, and I am trying to avoid you getting hurt in the same way."

Twilight nodded, sniffling a bit. He was right, and she needed to refrain from acting as if they were a pair. Though deep down inside she wanted to say all of the things she thought would never cross her mind. Things of love.

Flicker had finished with cleaning Twilight and began to quickly scrub over himself with thick lather, remembering to take the time to clean his sheath and bits properly. There was nothing worse than a few hours of nastiness down there that wasn't properly sorted and soaped.

Twilight had left the shower, and began to towel herself off with her hooves and straighten her mane and tail back to how they usually laid. Flicker wasn't far behind, running a comb at breakneck speeds down his tail and over his mane. It was the reason why he always had a bedraggled hairstyle, he never spent time shaping it like any other pony.

"How about that lunch? Maybe some desert at Sugar Cube Corner afterwards?" Flicker asked softly, as Twilight seemed distant.

"Yes. We can fluff talk too, about whatever." Twilight nodded.

"Then let's head off!" Flicker said, a massive grin on his muzzle and tail swishing from side to side.


~Fin