Take a Break
Twilight sat at her desk, her face adorned with her cute expression of pinpoint focus. She switched her gaze from the book on her left to the scroll on her right, making notes on the fresh parchment. I sighed, laying in bed alone, waiting for her to finish. I yawned , but I wasn't tired. Nay, I had other thoughts on my mind, and I was surprised Twilight wasn't smelling it.
"Twily..." I whispered softly, "your marefriend is waiting for you..."
"I'm almost done, 'Shy..." she replied, her gaze unshifting.
"You said that four hours ago when the sun set," I complained, trying to reason with her.
"I'm just about finished," she insisted.
I sighed and got to my hooves, shedding the blanket I was tucked beneath. I slowly stepped over to her, and stared at my target: her ear. Spike had told me at random one day that if something messed with her ears, she'd lose focus almost instantly. He proceeded to tell me about an incident when she'd been driven near mad because a single gnat wouldn't stop trying to land on her ear. Tonight, I took this theory to the test.
"Gah! What ar- ooohh... That's nice..."
Her initial surprise melted down into a pleasantly surprised hum as I nibbled and gnawed gently on her right ear. Every time I loosened my jaw, her ear tried to flick itself free, but every attempt was in vain. I watched her quill fall unceremoniously to the desk, leaving a spot of ink in the wood. She soon leaned back in her chair to allow me easier access to her ear. I smirked happily, knowing I was now in control.
"As much as I like this," she giggled, "I'm studying something really important."
I countered immediately, "More important than your marefriend?"
She hesitated, I smirked. I had her by the horn and she knew it. She cautiously answered, "I'm studying something for my gentle, sweet, adorable marefriend."
My curiosity piqued, I asked, "Oh? So what were you studying?"
She remained silent, though I could feel her ears warm up a little bit. I released her ear and walked around to face her. She looked away with a blush stained on her cheeks. I smirked. "What were you studying, Twilight?" I inquired, a little more firmly this time.
"Well... Um... I've been... Uh... Curious... as to... certain... ways to spice up our love-life..." she blurted after a few awkward stammers. A sheepish smile crept onto her face and her blush intensified to the level of the heating wires in a toaster. I tilted my head at her a little bit.
It was a bit awkward to think about, but even I had my... kinks. I wasn't exactly innocent. I mean, I wasn't a complete pervert like most stallions I'd met who I'd caught staring at my backside, but I had done my fair share of fantasizing. I took a calm breath, and planted a peck on her cheek. "If there's anything you want to try, I'll try it with you," I whispered into her ear. I felt a shiver roll down her spine.
"Well... Um... I-I've kinda... I mean... I-I want you t-to... t-tie me up..." she trailed off, shrinking away from me. I kept watching her, wondering what she meant by that. I'd heard of it, but I didn't exactly know what it was. I just knew I was willing to try it with her.
I lifted a hoof and turned her by the cheek to face me. Her beautiful purple eyes avoided my constant gaze, shifting up and down. I planted a light kiss on her nose and cooed, "If you want me to, I'll do it."
She smiled weakly at me, still extremely anxious. Her cheeks now radiated enough heat to cook on, and her body shivered and shook as though she walked through a blizzard. I placed a hoof on her leg in an effort to calm her down. "I'm so embarrassed..." she uttered with shaky breath. I rolled my eyes, and ran my hoof along her smooth-furred legs. Despite her not exercising as much as Dash, her legs were firm and well-toned but still soft.
"Twily?" I asked just above a whisper.
She looked up at me for a moment, falling for my trap, "Yes?"
I smirked, "Where's the rope?"
She fell backwards out of the chair, having jumped back just a bit too far. Her hooves flailed in the air for a few moments before she regained her sense of direction. As soon as she did, she backpedaled away from me, staring at me as though I were Nightmare Moon. She shivered visibly from anxiety alone.
"Twily, I told you I'm perfectly fine with this. It's perfectly normal!" I reasoned, taking a tentative step towards her. "I understand that you think it's weird, but it isn't."
"It's not right!" she squeaked. "It's weird! It's queer! It's–"
"Hot," I interjected. I took a few more steps towards her.
"Huh?"
"I think it's incredibly..." I paused for emphasis on the next word, which I purred warmly into her ear, "...hot."
"I-I... What?" she stuttered, apprehensive of my words.
"I think it's incredibly sexy and could be really fun," I giggled. I planted a light peck on her cheek. "Now tell me where the rope is so we can try it out."
"But–"
"Twily, you're over-thinking and second-guessing, both of which are bad to do on tests," I interruped, lecturing her. "Besides, I owe you from that storm last month. Now listen to yourself. What do you want? Give me the first answer that comes to you."
"In the closet, green box," she caved, hanging her head in defeat. "The book on my desk will show you how. Page three twenty. Hurry before I second-guess myself."
I needed no more orders. I had already gotten the box of rope from the closet and was now flipping the pages of the book she'd been reading. I found the page, but looked at the one after it. I was almost surprised by the diagrams, which included the female anatomy of unicorns. I carefully memorized each twist of the rope, every knot and its position, and most importantly, the motion-restrictions this particular setup had.
When I felt confident enough in my mental diagram of what we'd start with, I turned to Twilight, who was already sprawled out on the bed, her forelegs raised and pointed at the two posts on either end of the headboard. Her hind legs were spread fairly wide, pointing at the two posts at the foot of the bed, revealing her marehood. I took a deep breath, and stepped over to the bed. The whole time it took, Twilight stared into my eyes, and I into hers. I placed the box at the side of the bed, opening it to reveal several different lengths of black rope. "You must have been planning this for weeks," I mused, more to myself than to her. She blushed in reply. I took a length of rope, which was actually much softer and more forgiving than I'd first thought, and first tied Twilight's right forehoof. "If you really want to stop, just let me know," I blurted instinctually.
"No, don't stop," she retorted. "You're right. It's time to stop second-guessing myself."
I smiled at her and planted a loving kiss on her lips. I grabbed another length of rope equal in length to the first, and stepped over Twilight to tie up her left forehoof. A smirked as I did so, knowing full well she had a perfect view of everything my tail normally hid. The smell of her arousal hit my nose just as I finished tying the knot around the bedpost. It took me but two minutes to tie her hind legs to the bedposts.
She wriggled a little but the ropes didn't give her much more than a quarter of an inch of wiggle room in any direction. Just having tied her up, I found myself fairly warm between my legs. But looking upon her like this, completely vulnerable and at my mercy, unable to react to anything I did to her... It was incredibly arousing. I felt a little bit of moisture gathering between my legs, and I could see the wetness dripping from between hers. She lifted her head, the only thing that wasn't tied down, and stared directly into my eyes with a 'come hither' look. I quickly followed her silent instruction.
"You forgot to gag me," she mumbled softly, her exposed and bound body shaking with anticipation. "I'm entirely yours. I want you to do as you please with me."
"But if you're gagged, how will I kiss you?" I asked rhetorically.
"You aren't supposed to," she countered.
"As you wish, but just let me get one in before we start," I bargained. I stood over her restrained form, staring down at her with soft eyes. I leaned down and pressed my lips lovingly to hers, wanting to tell her that I loved her enough to do this for her. She kissed back just as tenderly, telling me she already knew. She pulled her head back as far as it would go to break the kiss. Holding up my end of the bargain, I reached for one last piece of rope, slightly thicker than the other pieces I'd used. Within moments, her mouth was held open by a thick piece of semi-soft but tough rope.
"Better?" I asked.
She nodded with a muffled 'Mhmm' as a response.
I smiled, adapting to the new style of pleasure I'd be administering to my lover. I had her right at my hooves, but now wasn't exactly the situation for the slow, romantic love-making I had gotten used to. Now was the time for releasing inhibitions, for letting loose, for pleasing Twilight in ways I hadn't done before. Tonight, I resolved, I'm going to experiment with her horn.
I slid down her toned belly, admiring just how firm it was, and yet how contradictorily soft and squishy it was. I couldn't help but lick it. She tried to giggle in response, but the rope in her mouth silenced it. I grinned deviously, realizing just how much fun I could have torturing my willingly bound lover. I could tickle her, and she wouldn't be able to clutch her sides in defense. I could do anything to her with virtually no reaction or rebuttal. It finally hit me that she was literally giving herself to me.
I finally reached her dripping marehood, which was leaking out onto the bedsheets. The candle on the desk's light was reflected ever so subtly, making it appear as though her hips' lips were winking at me, inviting me to taste them once again. I saw her hind legs twitch slightly, attempting to close up, but failing because of her restraints. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the musky scent of her arousal. I exhaled sharply and directly at her outer folds. Her legs tightened in response, though the ropes kept her still, and she whimpered a little through her gag. I smiled, and gave in to my temptation.
She was delicious, as she always was. Her flavor was faintly sweet, like honey, but savory at the same time. I lapped at her very moist marehood, unable to sate my thirst for the stuff. She writhed around uselessly, unable to do more than offer muffled attempts at moans and screams that eventually faded to achingly delighted whimpers. Within minutes, I was just as drenched as she was. The only difference was, I could actually reposition myself to take care of the slight ache of extended arousal without attention. I took advantage of that, and lifted my rump high into the air, allowing the cool air to chill my heat.
I saw the tiny super-sensitive nub slowly reveal itself, begging for my attention. I smirked, wondering how she'd manage to scream in pleasure like she usually would when I licked it. I set my tongue at the very bottom edge of the sopping slit, savoring in the quiet whimpers of pleasure she managed to emit through the rope in her mouth. I flattened my tongue out, and slowly dragged it up her drenched marehood to the nub at the top, which I gave a special little flick. She moaned loudly, relative to all of the other noises she'd been making. She writhed and wriggled and squirmed at every subsequent lick, though every movement was completely in vain. She kept oozing her sweet tea, making me lick her again to drink it up, which pleased her and caused her body to make and leak more, repeating the process.
After a little while, I got bored of just lapping at her and decided it would be more efficient to drink straight from the tap. I backed off for a moment to take a deep breath, allowing my rump to fall as I assumed a sitting position. I was surprised by the feeling of wetness that had trickled all the way to my leg. I took a look down at myself, seeing that my own flower was in full bloom, its petals out, soaked, and waiting for attention, though none it would get. I looked back up to see Twilight staring at me with questioning eyes, wondering why I'd stopped. I smirked and decided to run my experiment before I returned to drink her tea. I came back up to her face, pressing my nose to hers as I stared into her lust-filled amethyst eyes.
She tried very hard to scream her pleasure through the gag. I smirked, now knowing just how sensitive her horn was. I looked at her horn, now glimmering with a light coat of my saliva. It had been fairly smooth, but bumpy. It had texture. It wasn't just some smooth rod. No, it had its own unique shape and texture. And I liked it. I licked it again, earning another muffled scream.
I like this reaction, I mused, taking another lick. I wonder what happens when...
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, steeling myself for what could possibly be an incredibly dangerous action. I slowly lowered my head, watching her horn slowly disappear into my mouth. I soon closed my lips around it, making her squirm and cry through the rope in intense pleasure. I could only imagine how it felt. But on my end, I kinda liked it. I gently swished my tongue along the bony extension, memorizing each little bump along its surface. I swirled and swished and flicked my tongue in all kinds of manners, feeling a slight vibration from it. I applied an ever-so-slight amount of suction, which made her tug and yank at the ropes that bound her to the bed, and strengthened the vibrations. Her back arched and relaxed, twisted and turned, and otherwise erratically squirmed beneath me. Just by pleasuring her, I had gotten dripping wet, and I could feel a few warm sticky beads drip from my lips down to her wriggling belly.
After a while of sucking on her horn, she finally peaked out. Her body went rigid beneath me, and I felt a hot tingle in my mouth at the tip of her horn. She didn't even try to scream or cry or even moan her pleasure. It surprised me a little bit, but it was a pleasant surprise. I smiled, and sat down on her belly, my groin slapping loudly against her as I did so. As soon as I felt her body go limp beneath me, I pulled off her horn with a light pop. I looked down to see her eyes tightly closed. I smiled, satisfied with myself in being able to administer her fantasy and my own curiosities. But I wasn't quite done yet. Her climax meant tea, and a lot of it, all of which I hadn't drunk because I was playing with her horn.
Her eyes opened up, revealing the lust-clouded amethyst stare that set my heart and loins on fire. I stared right back, smiling gently at her. I untied her gag, pulling it from her jaw so I could talk to her before returning to my task of pleasuring my beautiful bound lover. "So how was it?" I asked with a smirk.
"Hot," she moaned, squirming a little from the aftershocks of her climax. "The feeling of relinquishing all of my freedom to you, putting my body at your disposal, being completely and indisputably yours... It's one of the greatest sensations I've ever felt.
"I mean, I can't even describe how it feels... to be in this position. Literally and figuratively. It's just so... evocative. I was drenched far before you finished tying me up. You have to try it sometime."
"I would love to feel what you're feeling right now," I professed to her. "I want to be yours too."
Her lips curled into a genuine smile; one that warmed my heart every time I saw it. I smiled with her. I couldn't help but smile. She was just so happy. Genuinely happy. It warmed my heart to know that I had brought that happiness to her. I kissed her, lightly and lovingly. Our lips barely touched at first, but that's what I was aiming for. Her warm lips just close enough to touch, and softer than any velvet or silk. I felt the love exchange between us, warming my heart.
(A/N: I didn't plan to write past here.)
But then she leaned in for more. She pressed her lips further up to mine, deepening the kiss significantly. I felt the heat in her lips amplify with the increased contact. I melted in within a second. Our lips moved together in perfect sync, every shift on time with each other. Her tongue lashed out and knocked against my lips for entrance to my mouth, which I promptly allowed. I hummed in pleasure, feeling her pleasantly slimy tongue explore my mouth once again. I soon found myself wrestling it for control of my mouth, which I retook, and soon after for control of hers. Within moments I was completely in control of her again. She let out a few muffled vibrating moans of approval.
I broke off to slide back down between her hind legs, still forced wide open. I took a moment to admire the scene once again. The candle had gone out, but the moonlight had adequately replaced it, twinkling against the wetness gathered at her loins. The enticing pink folds were quite literally soaked in her arousal, and gave off an intoxicating aroma that I could never tire of. The fur around the area stuck up and out at odd angles, glued into position by the moisture. The bedsheets beneath her had a puddle of unabsorbed tea roughly the radius of two hooves. I licked my lips thirstily.
"You love teasing me, don't you?" she asked, watching me intently. "Just going to stare at my crotch?"
"Mhmm. I'd hate to ruin this beautiful image," I taunted, smirking. I poked at her flower with a hoof, making her squirm a little, and lifted the drop of tea to my face. I inhaled the musky scent, savoring it as though I wouldn't smell it for another year. I licked it off my hoof, slowly, teasingly, showing Twilight just how much I could taunt her so long as she was tied up as she was.
"Hey 'Shy?"
"Yes, Twily?"
"I just had an idea," she remarked. "I want to try it."
"Oh? And pray tell, what is that idea?" I mocked.
"Let me out of the ropes, and I'll show you," she hinted. "I want it to be a surprise."
I tilted my head and lifted my eyes as though to deeply meditate on the proposal. She groaned and struggled against her restraints, which made her look endearingly helpless. "Come on! Don't tease me like this!"
I grinned devilishly and began untying her hind legs, facing my backside to her so as to tease her while she was motionless. Every few moments, I'd flick my tail sideways, winking at her. I took four minutes to untie her hind legs. I turned around to see that she had indeed been staring as I'd hoped, a massive blush painting her face pink-going-on-red. Her eyes were fixed upon the position my rump had at one point been. I smirked slyly, planting my hind legs over her face while I untied her forelegs. I could tell she was staring at my own very moist marehood, but that was exactly what I wanted. I very much enjoyed teasing her.
As soon as I finished untying her forehooves, she grabbed a large coil of rope from the box at the side of the bed. I felt my wings being pulled open by the familiar tingle of her magic. I felt the rope slither along my body in intricate patterns, tying my hind legs together at the fetlocks, and said bundled legs to my belly. I felt my forehooves bind together by way of the enchanted rope, and join my hind hooves as they, too, were tied to my belly. My wings were soon added to the list of things tied up, but they were tied to the bedposts. My left wing was tied up between the fold and the tip, and connected to the two left posts, and thusly rendered motionless. Within seconds, my right wing followed suit with the right posts. I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as my tail was gently yanked upwards and tied up to the two bedposts at the foot of the bed. I twisted my neck around to face her, and I saw her with a devilish smirk on her face and one last familiar piece of rope in her mouth. She crawled under the ropes binding my wings, making her way around to my face, which was virtually forced into the bedsheets in the exact position her marehood had leaked onto. The overpowering scent of the spilt tea sent pleasant tingles down my spine to my marehood, which was forced upwards by my tied up tail.
"Are you comfortable with this?" she giggled, semi-seriously.
"Are you going to gag me?" I asked, cutting straight to what I knew the rope was for.
"If you want me to," she confessed bluntly. "I was hoping to not wake the neighbors up this time..."
"Do what you want with me," I consented, "I'm yours."
I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, readying myself to be gagged and rendered entirely hers. She set the rope between my jaws and tied it with her magic. I tasted her remnant saliva on the gag. I bit down on it, testing how much give I had on it. I sank my teeth in less than half a centimeter. She hopped over me, and turned to stare at my rump, now high in the air and on perfect display. I felt a hot blush appear on my face as I realized just how helpless to do anything I was. I couldn't even scream, and it made me feel... free. Though bound motionless, I was completely free to enjoy every sensation Twilight threw my way. I was free to focus on the little details that I'm sure I hadn't felt before because of my own instinctive reactions. I was tied up tighter than the Element Vault, but more free than Dash felt in flight. I was free from myself, and it felt amazing.
I felt her hot wet tongue touch the very top of my marehood and slowly make its way upwards to the bottom, sending a tidal wave of scorching pleasure through me. I writhed uselessly against the ropes as my instincts tried desperately to push my hips towards her face. I cried against the gag, but was muffled beyond recognition. My wings tried to flap their way out of the ropes, but were too tightly tied to do anything. Another painstakingly slow lick jolted through me, awakening the fire in my belly, causing a warm wetness to make its way to the surface of my exposed crotch. I looked back at her to see her sitting down with her legs spread wide. She placed her hooves on my rump as she took another lap at my lower lips. As she licked, she caressed my flank, tracing and massaging my cutie marks.
"Have I," she started, taking another lick, "ever told you..." She licked again. "...how much I love your rump?"
Of course, I didn't try to answer her rhetorical musings. I was lost in pleasure, unable to do anything but revel in the sensations her hot slimy tongue brought me. I felt her warm breath and comforting hooves leave. I whimpered in protest, feeling the cool midnight air caress my saliva-and-arousal drenched marehood.
Slap!
A light sting shot up my spine from where her hoof had connected harshly with my hindquarters. I emitted a muffled cry out of surprise more than pain. But it was strangely arousing. She leaned over me and whispered into my ear, "You've been very naughty, Fluttershy. Teasing me... Flaunting your perfect butt in front of me..." She leaned back and spanked me again. A mix of pain and pleasure made their way through my body. I felt tears form in my eyes, but a smile play at my widely parted lips. Another slap shook a drop of moisture free, letting it roll downwards up my belly. Another slap. And another. The pain dulled and was mostly pleasure. "I think that's enough for now..."
She switched tactics entirely, from at first pleasantly abusing my backside to massaging it sensually. Warmth spread through me, the gentle touches making me want to scream at her. Her hooves glided across my rump, following the curves and contours like water. I loved it.
Something hard pressed itself along my marehood. It was smooth yet bumpy and dragged its length across my marehood, making me attempt to moan and squirm in pleasure.
Her horn! I mentally cried. She's using her horn! Oh sweet Celestia it feels so good!
She continued teasing me with her horn, rubbing its length against my awaiting lips, occasionally stopping to take a long wet lick. I could feel the pressure of my climax building in my belly, but I didn't care. I was floating listlessly in a sea of pleasure I'd never experienced before.
And then I felt the tip of her horn pushing lightly against me. Slowly, gently, she pushed her horn forward inside me. I tried to scream and moan and cry in ecstasy, but was muffled into dull but enthusiastic whimpers. And she didn't even stop half-way, nor at three-quarters. She stopped only when she reached the very end of her length, when her forehead pressed up against my soaked groin. I'd never felt so... full before. Sure I'd experienced Twilight's tongue delving into me, but never to this depth. I felt every bump and valley along the spiral of her horn, and it was too amazing for words. She then pulled out a little more quickly, leaving me empty except at the very entrance of my flower. I moaned loudly against the rope in my mouth, enjoying every sensation. I felt my body shaking and tugging against the ropes out of instinct and pleasure. I wanted to turn back and scream at her to ram me senseless among other various lusty thoughts that buzzed around in my head.
She thrust forward again, faster but still gentle, her forhead lightly slapping against my spread and raised rump. I instinctively tried to cry out my approval. She left just as quickly. Within five thrusts, she settled into a perfect rhythm, sending perfectly even shockwaves of pure bliss though my entire body. Thrust, moan-whimper, pull, cry, repeat. I felt incredibly wet, indescribably full, and so high in my sexual pleasure from smelling the puddle of her previous arousal, I couldn't think much more than singular words at a time. Faster! I wanted to scream, Harder! Buck me harder! More!
Her pace gradually increased, and the light slaps of her forehead against my backside soon grew became harder than her previous spanking. I relished in the strain her constant headbutts put on the rope because of how much it forced me forward. The incredibly arousing noises of her soaked horn penetrating me over and over again, and the wet slaps of her face against my behind drove me just that much closer to the edge of my impending peak. I felt myself loosening against her and the incredible blazing heat and pressure in my belly.
Within ten thrusts, I felt my marehood tighten up against her horn, halting it at its deepest point inside me. Intense heat I'd never felt myself produce before loosed itself from deep within me, gushing forth over her vibrating horn. And in return for that, I felt something hot and tingly loose itself from the very tip of her horn with high pressure, making more of my tea flow out of me. I didn't even try to scream or cry out in pleasure. I simply reveled in it, taking it in.
Soon after, my convulsions stopped, and I listlessly floated down from the peak of my pleasure. She soon pulled her horn entirely out of me, leaving me empty, but somehow still full. I smiled as much as I really could through the thick piece of rope in my mouth. I turned and looked back at my marefriend, who collapsed onto her back in a heap, her face drenched and shiny in the moonlight. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath steamy against the cool midnight air. My eyes floated down her exhausted figure, from the wet tip of her horn down to her soaked muzzle, down her belly to her slowly gushing flower that leaked its glorious nectar into her tail. I simply stared, watching her come down from her own climax.
"Dear sweet Luna...!" she panted. "That felt... so good!"
I nodded with a muffled 'Mhmm' in response.
"Oh! Right!"
I felt the gag untie itself, but the rest of the ropes stay still. I spat out the obstructing piece of rope, now saturated with my saliva.
"Oh my Luna!" I gasped, finally able to vent how good I felt. "That was so..."
"Amazing? Awesome? Fun?" she proposed.
"Yes!" I squealed in satisfaction. "I've never felt so full!"
"I never knew you were so tight," she purred. She giggled like a schoolfilly. "I had no idea my horn could do that!"
I stared at her with a doubtful expression.
"Alright, alright, I knew I could do that, but I had no idea it would feel that good."
I tugged at the ropes, trying to alert Twilight to my desire to be free of the bondage. I struggled uselessly for a moment before she finally noticed and began untying the ropes.
When I was finally free, I folded my tired wings and stretched my cramped up legs. My joints cracked and popped loudly as I did so, relieving all sorts of pressure from my body. I turned around and pulled myself up to Twilight and pulled her close to me. "I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," she murmured back. "Thank you."
"We're both welcome."
I kissed her once again as I had before when she was tied up to the bed we were laying on. Lightly, lovingly, tenderly. Just enough to be a real kiss. We didn't need to wrestle with our tongues, nor bring more carnal pleasure. All we needed, we had. Just us in each other's embrace, sharing warmth. We broke our kiss, and she curled her head down to rest on my neck. I smiled happily, knowing that I'd just made weird normal, just by convincing her to take a break from reading. I curled up and draped a possessive wing over her, and fell asleep holding my lover.
~The End~
Author's Note
Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnd here we are again. It's always such a pleasure. Remember when I used to be ashamed?
Well, I've been working on a different project of mine that I'm hoping will eventually hit the Feature Box because of its original concept. I'm pretty sure everyone will like it because it's got a lot of elements that I've been experimenting with, but also a new element that I'm not used to: Drama. So, keep your eyes peeled for my upcoming chapter story. You'll know it when you see it. Until then, I'll be lurking.
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