TorBound's Bondage Tales

(The following tale is based on the Tickle Tyrant Twilight AU by Caroo)

Upon reflection Caroo had only himself to blame for his current predicament, bound head to foot in admittedly marvelous restraints, naked as the day he was born and subject to the sickeningly sweet smile of that awfully familiar face.

She drifted closer to his face, some kind of magic keeping the pony girl aloft, unreachable.

“So good to have you here sweetie!”

She patted the young Roo’s head and tousled his blonde locks, all Caroo could do was moan feebly through his -way-too-big ballgag, drool spilling from his mouth and dripping of his chin to pool on his chest.

“I’ve been so lonely here, but finally you arrived! My very first friend~”

1 Hour Prior

Caroo strode down the high street without a care in the world. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and best of all, he was on his way to a date!

He couldn’t help but smile to himself; pleased as punch and wearing his very best tight blue jeans, a loose green shirt with a white band logo, white and red trainers and a brand new white jockstrap. A bit risque for the handsome young Roo but hey, he was feeling lucky!

If he weren’t so preoccupied Caroo would have heard the sound far earlier

Shhh… Shhhaaa… Shaaa…

Caroo paused, listening closer

Shh… Shhaaa… 

It was an odd sort of wooshing, quiet, like an ebbing tide over sea smoothed pebbles- ethereal, and just barely on the cusp of hearing.

“What in the world?”

He turned to his left, toward the source of the siren song, and found himself facing a shop front he’d never seen before

Caroo had walked up and down this street a hundred times or more, had been in every shop at least once, how could he have missed this place, especially considering it’s rather… peculiar eye catching facade.

A templetine brickface in luxurious purple stood before him, it’s edifice rose to rounded pinnacles topped by shining silver orbs. This was repeated over the structure at the windows and the great door frame, all outlined in deep pink trimming. The windows were glazed blue, green, pink and purple. Their dappled surfaces cross-crossed diagonally by wrought iron of inky black. Standing proudly forth from this architecture was a massive blue door with a marvelous silver knocker and above it a sign of dark lacquered mahogany with silver writing in resplendent cursive. It read:

‘Upon Reflection: Mirrors & Much More!’

Caroo gazed at the sign with detached wonder

‘Mirrors? Who even sells mirrors these days?’

Before he could ponder and longer the marvelous blue door swung, slowly, inexorably open before him. The song grew louder, it seemed to be coming from inside

Shhhaaa… Pleasss… Friendsss…

Caroo listened

Shh… Shhh… Come… Here…

The delightful voice was amplified and clear yet still whisper quiet. Caroo suddenly felt as if nothing else existed apart from that voice, his whole universe was that voice at this very second.

He stood there, slack jawed and made a choice, upon reflection; the wrong choice. He walked inside the marvelous shop.

“Oh well, fortune favors the bold!”

As his feet crossed the threshold the door began to swing, slowly, inexorably, close behind him with a satisfied thump. From then on Caroo was never seen in the waking world ever again.

The interior of the shop was warmly lit by candle but dim and fragrant with candlewax, cinnamon and orange spice. The cream carpet sank cloyingly beneath his shoes. The lavish wallpaper that surrounded him was light purple and covered in many thousands of silver sparkle motifs, they seemed to stare at the young roo as he took in the merchandise:

Hundred upon hundred of mirrors sat about the floor filling every nook and cranny, they hung on walls at jaunty angles and clung like iridescent insects to the ceiling. They were of all shapes and types; Oak, Ebony, Spruce, Pine, Brass, Steel, Iron, Plastic, Silver and even pure Gold. The only commonality between them was that their reflective surfaces were all marred, dimmed as if by some smoky darkness, purple and opaque. Caroo couldn’t make himself out in any of them. Apart from one.

If the mirrors were canyon walls of an impenetrable crevasse then the deep purple rug was the river rapids carving a parth toward the centre, toward the One.

It was a mirror far larger than all those assembled around him, 7 feet at least, it was made of purest silver and covered in gems of all sorts; amethyst, sapphire and onyx. At its base was a simple inscription

‘Friends, seek no longer, the longing look within’

Caroo frowned as he read the words to himself, his feet moved automatically toward the mirror, even as he felt himself walking a part of him knew there was no going back now.

The handsome lad stood before the highly polished surface, seeing himself. This mirror seemed to do more than just reflect. Like clear water he was able to look beyond into the depths he saw softly billowing purple smoke.. As it writhed and rolled it sent out tendrils along the floor, they overcame and smothered the shop’s reflection until each of the myriad mirrors were consumed. The walls too were besieged by fog and then finally the ceiling was overtaken so that Caroo stood alone amongst a sea of smoke, his feet shrouded as if standing on a cloud. Alone with her.

She was only a dim silhouette at first but obviously feminine. Caroo could hear the dull clack of high heels on stone, a short sharp bell tolling just for him. The young man watched in awe as she parted the fog with her swaying hips, shapely legs and thighs led down to her elegant feet in deep purple high heels of magnificent design. Her skin was clear, poreless and so light purple it was almost pink. Her hips plunged down to a delightful ‘V’ that terminated at her sex. She wore beautiful lace lingerie of midnight purple, framed perfectly by her narrow waist, the soft bump of her mons pubis tight against her panties.

Caroo gulped, noticing his jaw was agape and his mouth was bone dry.

His eyes trailed up from her crotch to her elegant navel, a sparkle birth mark identical to the motifs found on the wallpaper was half obscured by her pantyline. His eyes travelled further taking in her small but shapely breasts, two soft mounds held firm by a midnight purple bra and bouncing softly with every footstep. Two slender arms arced down from elegant collarbones, delicate hands resting on ample hips. The swaying caused her black nail varnish to glimmer and sparkle in the dim light, their surfaces pearlescent as oil.

Inevitably Caroo reached her face. Unlike her succubine body this was a pretty contrast, girly and sweet with deep purple eyes shining happily amid black mascara and a warm smile played upon deep purple lipstick.

She spoke, her voice seemed to come from all directions at once, Caroo knew, at once, it was the siren song from before.

“Hello sweetie! So nice to finally have a visitor, you have no idea how boring it gets in here.

She favoured Caroo with a cheeky grin as she spoke merely feet from where he stood in the bizarre reflection. Her brilliant teeth shining, lips pouting softly.

“Oh um h-hello, s-sorry to intrude I- I- just followed your voice…”

This seemed to please the mysterious equine woman, she gasped with delight.

“Really!? You must be friend material! Only true friends come when called for you know, that must mean we are super duper compatible!”

Caroo felt an odd sense of discomfort at her over-friendliness, nevermind her state of dress. Yet he had the sense there was no immediate danger here. He hadn’t heard of many guys finding beautiful women in mirrors in abandoned shops and he was sure it was no stable basis for a long lasting relationship.

“May I ask, why are you dressed like that?”

The girl giggled playfully her eyes narrowing with glee

“Good boy for noticing, The mystic energies told me this is the form you’d like best. Does it make you happy?”

Caroo’s heart fluttered at the uttered ‘Good boy’ like electricity running up his spine and warm water poured on his back. He perceived that she was trying to lure him. He didn’t like that. Making his first wise choice, Caroo decided he would go, right now actually.

“Oh well- thanks and all, but i really ought to be going, don’t want to be late for my date, I have to-”

At once the elation died on her face revealing something much darker; an upcoming storm. All of a sudden her smile was restored and she tilted her head at him inquisitively and her eyes began to glow bright gold, her marvelous white horn shining blinding white obscured partially by an odd golden ring.

“Leave? But honey, there is no where to go.”

Panicked, Caroo spun on the spot ready to sprint from the shop, sure he must be having a nightmare, and found himself looking right back at the beautiful woman amidst cathedrals of smoke. He spun again but found that this time there was no mirror, only infinite fog, dim purple and fuming ever on.

In a final exertion of defiance Caroo turned to face the witch, or demon or whatever she was.

“Who are you!?”

He demanded, with as much force as his squeaky voice could muster.

She giggled at him and her voice took on a deep, sultry tone.

“Oh sweetie isn’t it obvious?”

She walked over to him, waving with one arm at the dim dimension that surrounded them both and gesturing lazily with the other magically planting Caroo on his knees. She grabbed his chin forcing him to look into her glowing eyes, obscured by the crescents of her breasts

“I’m Twilight, nice to meet you, friend~”

Twilight tapped Caroo’s forehead with a slender finger and he fell immediately into a dreamless sleep, warm as a bath and deep as an abyss.

Much Later

Caroo awoke clearly, quite unaware of having been asleep at all. His eyes were shut tight and for the moment he could fool himself into believing he laid in his own bed, but then he remember- her.

“Wakey wakey sleepyhead~”

She spoke softly and her lips were so close to his ears he could feel her warm breath upon him, the scent of lavender and elderflower was intoxicating.

Caroo opened his eyes and peered at her.

Twilight must have moved him to some kind of bed because she was sitting beside him and leaning over him, her eyes bright and playful. Her deep cleavage amplified by her crossed arms obscured his field of view. One of her hands was idly rubbing his chest soothingly, her warm soft skin sent spark wherever she touched him giving Caroo a sudden realisation.

“I’m naked!”

He yelled, at once he moved to cover himself, but as his arms moved into gear he found his wrist were restrained.

He looked at his wrists to see marvelous leather cuffs fastened with silver and held taught by chains drifting off behind his head into the fog. He locked eyes with Twilight questioning her silently.

She made a mock look of surprise and spoke teasingly as if this was all a fun game, her fingers walking up Caroo’s navel to his chin.

“Nice try little Roo, you’re not going anywhere, we’re friends now~”

Her fingers reached his chin and playfully flicked at his jaw, suddenly that hand sprang open to clutch his face and she fixed Caroo with an intense look

“Don’t worry, I look after my friends, I’ll look after you, forever!”

Caroo felt fear well within him as her eyes glowed intensely once again. He noticed now a fine golden line eliminating from the ring locked on her unicorn horn and trailing in angular lines does her face, neck where it met a golden collar down her body to her ankle meeting a golden bangle and ending at her fourth toe where a final golden ring was placed. Was she possessed or something?

Before he could reply Caroo found himself lurched into a vertical position. He realised from this new perspective that Twilight hadn’t been sitting but rather floating in the amethyst void under her own powerful magic.

Caroo wanted to steady himself but found his ankles were bound just as his wrist were, he felt pathetic with his armpits and inner thighs exposed in this position. He found his voice.

“W-where am I?”

Twilight smiled, as if appraising a beloved but rather stupid pet.

“You’re with me silly!”

She booped him on the noise, enragingly cute. Caroo just frowned at her

“And where’s that?”

This time she paused, as if this question were far different from the first, it required Twilight’s full attention. She looked up and right in deep thought, her finger tapping her chin as she lazily floated up and up. By the time she answered Caroo’s face was at crotch level and he couldn’t help but notice the subtle curve of her puffy sex and the deep inviting valley in between, she smelled like lavender, she was so warm. His cheeks began to glow red as he starred and he felt the familiar stirring of an erection coming on. She spoke.

“Might be a dream- or perhaps a pocket dimension of some kind? Who’s to say, I call it the Twilight’s Terribly Tittilating Friend Dimension!”

She looked down at him cringing a little

“We can work on the name… But the great part is-”

She suddenly dropped to meet Caroo nose to nose

“I can do anything!”

She snapped her fingers and at once the gloom behind her began to dissipate revealing a gargantuan fortress of dark black stone. It seemed to emerge from nothingness extending ever up and up like some ancient ziggurat. At symmetrical intervals arrow slit windows and murder holes formed, trimmed in deep purple, at the bases and apexes stood proud the symbol of sparkle framed by a mystic eye. An indelible stamp of authority and ownership.

Twilight took in Caroo’s awed reaction

“I’m glad you like it, that’s home sweet home for me and you bestie, you’re gonna love the bedroom!”

Caroo’s eyes severed from the fortress to stared worried at Twilight

“H- Home?!”

Twilight merely giggled at him before snapping her fingers once again.

Caroo felt the sudden shock of acceleration as they shot through the doors of the fortress and zoomed past its opulent, dim hallways constructed with deep purple marble secured by dark pillars dressed in angular burgundy stonework and that same sparkle-eye sigil at their centres. They zoomed past a great big throne room, glimpsing just for a second, what seemed like restraints. After flying up a spiral staircase until Caroo was sure he’d be sick they finally passed through a burgundy door and felt the sickening weightlessness of deceleration ending up in ‘The Bed Room’

It was a tall box room with purple marbled walls held aloft with pillars at each corner. The floor was a warm dark wood covered by an opulent carpet in pink and purple with a sparkle eye sigil at its centre. At the western and eastern sides were large stained glass windows which obscured the smokey world beyond. The western window portrayed a scene of a small purple pony chancing upon a golden ring surrounded by a white aura. The eastern window depicted the same pony now much larger and more powerful wearing the ring upon their unicorn horn. Great bolts of golden energy sparked out from her golden aura. This was an almighty being indeed.

But the centre piece of the room was the bed, the dreaded bed.

Twilight ruffled his hair again watching his eyes scan the marvelous appointments.

“Oooh let’s get a closer look you’re gonna be so cosy here ~”

She nearly squealed, she was so excited, Caroo felt much the opposite.

She waved her hand lazily motioning toward the bed. At once caroo began to drift and turn until he was floating directly above the bed. His rock hard member throbbing freely.

The bed was huge, a Super Emperor sized bed 3 metres by 3 metres done in black wood framing and flush to the ground. Its head board was a carved masterpiece depicting Twilight in cameo and profile. At its centre was the sparkle eye sigil with a bright purple amethyst sparkling at its centre. The bedsheets were opulent tyrrhean purple with pink pillows the same shade as Twilight’s fair skin. All of this wouldn’t have worried Roo had it not been for the modification at the bed’s centre.

The sheets were pulled down two thirds revealing a small soft recess in the exact shape of Carol. He was certain it had been made with his exact measurements, it even had a tail hole. It was a coffin by any other name despite being made plush with purple silk and burgundy cushions. At 10 points on both sides were silver d rings connected to segufix style leather cuffs in deep purple, the chains in between were short and would have no give for the soon to be occupant. Worst of all was the dial at the base of the bed. It went from ‘raise’ to ‘lower’. Clearly this was not just a coffin but a storage sarcophagus to be hidden safe and comfy out of view when not in use, trapped within the magic confines of mammoth bed.

Caroo went cold with dread.

“No no no, im not going in there you can’t please don’t-”

Twilight flew up to him with a sad, confused look.

“Why are you sad? You can’t be sad, you’re gonna be my snuggle buddy, keep me cosy at night and go away to your compartment in the day. I thought you’d like that?”

Genuine confusion painted her face as she grew sadder, she was about to cry. Caroo couldn’t read her. He soldiered on incautiously.

“You don’t even know me! Why the hell would anyone like that, you’re insane!”

Caroo knew at once it was the wrong thing to say. Twilight looked at him blankly, as if whatever infernal machinery had been driving her actions was misfiring.

“Y-you don’t mean that, you’re just tired. Don’t worry i’ll look after you”

There was a strange intensity to her voice, her eyes were beginning to glow once more. Caroo changed tact. Speaking gently

“No that’s okay, I’m sure you’re very nice Twilight. I’d love to stay but I really have to go.”

Twilight peered at him with a grin slowly growing.

“You’d… love to stay?…”

This was it, Caroo was finally getting her on side, just a few right words and he’d be free again.

“Oh yeah, I’d love to, this is a beautiful castle here and that bed looks ever so cosy I-”

Twilight quite literally leapt for joy

“Hooray!”

She zoomed up close to him, tapping his lips gently with a shushing finger

“No no, say no more little Roo, rest that little voice of yours~”

Where she had tapped his lips a small ball had formed, thick and rubbery, Caroo felt panic as the strange thing began to swell in his mouth filling his oral cavity, even forming a mouth guard around his teeth so they could not be moved an inch.

“Whhhh?! Sthhhh!”

But the time for words had passed. Caroo realised in the small corner of his mind that wasn’t given over to pure panic he realised he had practically consented to this treatment. And now that his agency was gone for good there was truly no escape for him, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.

“So good to have you here sweetie!”

She patted the young Roo’s head and tousled his blonde locks, all Caroo could do was moan feebly through his -way-too-big ballgag, drool spilling from his mouth and dripping of his chin to pool on his chest.

“I’ve been so lonely here, but finally you arrived! My very first friend~”

The ball grew ever larger and larger until reaching a maximum it sprouted out large silver fastenings and from them elegant leather straps that secured themselves, tight, around Caroo’s head. The ball of the gag was deep purple and on its drool-covered surface was a golden sparkle symbol with ‘0’ at its centre.

“You won’t be able to see it but you’re marked as toy number zero, I always thought counting should start at zero you know. Plus, you’re gonna be my extra special secret buddy. I’m gonna keep you all to myself~ isn’t that cool?!”

Whether it was cool or not didn’t seem to translate through gagspeak, what did come across was Caroo’s embarrassment at his now leaky member getting excited at all the rough handling betraying his better sense. Twilight noticed with girlish joy.

“Ooooo what have we got here? Looks like someone’s happy to be home at last.”

She floated down to his hard rod, she rubbed it against her cheek

“Soooo warm, ahhh this smell is perfect. You’re so cute throbbing for me, good boy~”

She stuck out her tongue making an ‘Ahhhh’ nose as she took in his tip and licked it clean of precum.

“Soooo gooood~”

Her eyes rolled with pleasure and she breathed out a heavy sigh of delight. Caroo reeled at the hot wet slick of her tongue, forceful, wanting and eager. 

“To be continued, we can’t have you making a mess can we?”

“Ghhhh???”

Suddenly Twilight recoiled and tapped his hard cock with another delicate finger. As before a swathe of rubbery purple latex began to coat his member. It reached the base of his shaft and began to expand further over his thighs and lower stomach. Its cool cloying embrace slowly encompassed the poor Roo. once his genitalia were fully covered the latex compressed into a large squishy bulge with a golden padlock symbol stamped proudly over its pristine surface.

Caroo looked down with fear knowing from past experience exactly what this meant.

“Don’t worry snuggle buddy”

Came Twilight’s soft lilt.

“We don’t want you having any accident, don’t worry It still feels amazing, see?”

She pressed her body against his and gathered the null bulge in her delicate hand, she gave it a firm squeeze whilst she gently kissed his forehead.

The sensation was pure ecstasy, a deep throbbing ache of pleasure that made his toes curl and his eyes roll into his head, he would be panting if not for the gag.

“Ghhh ghhh…”

Twilight gave him a few more squeezes as she brushed his hair off his forehead.

“Shhh, there’s a good toy, save your energy for playtime okay?”

But Caroo was hardly listening, her kneading simply felt too good. Upon the cacophony of positive sensations, her scent, her warmth, her teasing encouragement, the taste of rubber, the restraint it was all too much. He wanted to cum hard but he knew already that it simply wasn’t on the cards for him. Which made the sensation all the better and all the more unbearable.

The latex crept ever on until Caroo was coated neck to ankle in shiny purple. At the upper centre of his chest was a golden sparkle with the number ‘0’ proudly identifying the poor denizen. The chains holding his wrists dissolved into aether as he felt his arms cross against his chest and disappear into a perfectly fitted straitjacket. A golden collar emerged at his neck with a dog tag which also read ‘zero’. Internal straps crisscrossed about his arms and legs securing him into a sleeping posture quite like a mummy. All he could do was wiggle his feet and turn his head.

Twilight clapped

“Oh don’t you just look perfect!, don’t worry there’s a mirror in the ceiling, let’s get you all nice and cosy so you can see yourself.”

Caroo came back to reality somewhat as he felt himself moving once again. He realised now with a start that the impression in the bed was not quite what he had imagined. He was being rotated so that his head would lay at the foot of the bed, not the head, once his body matched the recess one to one he was flipped and slowly lowered into place.

“Oh, did you think you’d be sharing pillows with me?”

She giggled

“Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll let you sleep like a person, but I want to make sure you spend every waking moment in pure joy. And you know what never fails to make people laugh?”

Caroo reached the soft recess, his body slipping securely into place as magical straps and cuffs began to secure him every which way until his latex covered body was a mosaic of restraint. He looked at Twilight with difficulty as his head was secured in place, forced to look at his bare feet and soft mound of a null bulge, a look of abject horror in his eyes at the question.

Please dont say tickling…

“Thats right! Tickling!”

She declared with delight. 

“Im gonna make it my personal mission to have you happy and laughing every second of every day, forever! That’s what best friends do right?”

Caroo tried desperately to shake his head no but he was too secure now. He noticed his feet were elevated to be at bed height, easy access for a lounging Twilight at the head of the bed.

And like clockwork she settled herself down. Wearing that same lingerie all Caroo could see was her panties and ample underboob obscuring her face somewhat. She looked at him with joy.

“Im gonna guess you’re a foot guy? Im definitely a foot gal, just look at these pretty peds, it’s a crime that you ever wore shoes! Dont worry you can get a close look at mine too~”

Twilight shifted down the bed slightly and placed her big pink arches flat on Caroo’s face. She wiped them up and down rhythmically wiping his gag drool mixed with her sweat all over his captive head, messing up his hair. The smell was so intense that it was almost an aphrodisiac. Unfortunately for the poor roo, it was the perfect noxious mixture for him.

Twilight pinched his nose shut with her big toes

“Oh I nearly forgot, it’s 3 hours til sunset. Tickle time!”

With the effort of the forced breathhold Caroo nearly missed this announcement. But he was soon to feel it.

Up top Twilight was playfully dancing her fingers over Caroo’s soft yellow arches, smooth as silk. She watched eagerly as his toes curled in response to every little touch and prod. She ran a single finger from heel to toe following the curve of his arch. This elicited a wild spasm from her cosy captive

“Oooh we’ve got a sensitive one~”

Without further ado Twilight plunged both her hands onto his feet and began to tickle in earnest. Her long black nails raked his soft skin mercilessly.

Caroo screamed with wild abandon a long helpless shuddering howl of laughter muted somewhat by his massive gag as he looked at his reflection in the ceiling mirror through the gaps in Twilight’s toes. He was a purple shiny thing, trapped in a small space and shaking like a leaf.

“HHAAAHHHHHH GHAAAAHHAA SHHHHHAAA SHTAAAA HAAAA IHH CHHHH!”

Twilight thought he might be beginning for him to stop, but that couldn’t be right surely? He was laughing and laughing meant he was happy.

He she plowed on now working over his toe gaps she felt herself become magically invigorated, as she suspected that lovely new ring of hers must feed on happiness. Well, she ought to make her new toy extra happy. it ‘s what he deserved.

“Coochie coo, scream if you want more!”

“FHHHHKKK STHHPP PLSHH PLSHH HAHAHH IHH HAHAHH!!!”

Even with secure restraints Caroos wild struggling still made the bed rattle as his body thought tooth and nail for any means of escape. It was entirely pointless and merely served to make Twilight smile as she felt his rapid breath on her feet as she released his nose allowing him a scant few breaths of foot sweat.

“You’re doing so well sweetie, look how happy you are, don’t mind me but i’ve got some reading to do, you don’t mind if I put you on auto for a bit?”

Caroo was still stuck in an apoplexy of ticklish agony, unable to either hear or respond to anything his tormentor had to say. Twilight took his twitching and screaming laughter for assent and waved her hand lazily at the bedsheets. At once Caroo was plunged into darkness as the sheets covered him from head to ankle, he immediately felt the hot stuffy air clammy in his nose mixed with the constant searching movements of Twilight’s feet. He was unable to get a breath of air through the same nostril twice so efficient was Twi’s lazy breath torture. He was certain he couldn’t bear this for a minute let alone 3 hours.

Up above Twilight settled into her pillow and grabbed at a book on her bedside table. She donned reading glasses and clicked her finger to turn the lights down, her horn acting as a reading light.

“Oh!, i nearly forgot, automatic-”

She tapped each of Caroo’s feet in three places and clicked her fingers. From thin air emerged pink wisps in the exact form of her hands but half the size. They were matched symmetrically foot to foot. A pair over the toes, a pair over the arches and a pair at the heel. Twilight clicked once again and the hands began their ministrations.

Caroo bucked hard against his restraints, causing only a tiny movement in bedsheets as he reeled from forceful movement. This should only have been three times worse and yet it felt a million times more agonising. The hands at his toes had a very pattern of movement. At first they would reach between his toes and rub the flanks, then they would plunge into the toe pits and scratch away at his soft skin, then finally they would dig deep into the soft pad where his toes met his foot, mining him for displeasure. The hands at his arches were less particular, they took turns rubbing with outstretched fingers along his arches before suddenly closing in and tickling him rapidly for minutes at a time. Finally the hands at his heels were the most delicate, they made subtle swirls, achingly precise in their torment, they prodded and pinched before gently running soft nails of plump sensitive skin producing the most awful tickling of all, an itching throbbing need to be rid of. But of course Caroo could do nothing but ‘Enjoy’ playtime and show his ‘Happiness’ to Twilight in the only means that was left to him: Muffled screams of laughter between sweaty pony feet under a thick blanket drunk on the over-hot air and overpowering pheromones. Twilight drew one of her legs up and placed a foot gently over his bulge, she squeezed him absentmindedly as she read her book but to Caroo the sensation threatened to drive him into absolute madness. Breathless, Tickled and Kneaded with the absolute guarantee of no release, now or ever.

Caroo had to admit, Upon Reflection; Fortune doesn’t favour the bold.