The Second Time Around

Over, around, under, through.

Hazel gritted her teeth in concentration as she levitated the cord out of her bag. She snuck a quick glance to make sure she was alone even though Ply had left the room not two minutes prior at her behest, sent off in search of some brochures for upcoming shows by the Cirque du Celestia acrobatics troupe. While Hazel was interested in attending one of their shows, the truth of the matter was that she didn't care whether he found any information or not. Right now, all she cared about was making sure his gift was ready by the time he got back upstairs.

Over, around, under, through. The brown unicorn began the process carefully, hearkening back to Hearth's Warming Eves. Wrapping presents was something she only did during the wintry weeks leading up to the celebration, and truth be told, that was one of the only times of the year that she even utilized the knot-tying spell she had been taught at a young age. No shoes meant no shoelaces, and therefore no practice with the art of a secure knot; it was only through the use of a four-word mantra that the process came back to her. Tonight, however, she found her thoughts were prone to wander, and she muttered the words under her breath once again: Over, around, under, through.

Soon, after tying and re-tying two knots, she finally fell into the old habit, the memories of past Hearth's Warmings serving her well. The cord soon began to flow almost of its own accord, her magical link with the binding instrument sending it looping around and around. Her need for focus lessened, she allowed her thoughts to meander once again.

The first full day in Las Pegasus had been nearly overwhelming for the Maneitoba couple; the mere size and scope of the sprawling city in the sky left them breathless. If the expanse of the City of Flights had seemed extensive with the lights of the buildings piercing the night sky, it was even more staggering in the light of day, and for the better part of the morning and afternoon, Hazel and Ply had simply wandered almost aimlessly, letting their hooves carry them all over the winding streets. Hotels, restaurants, and various businesses – most of which had casinos added on – stood as silent guardians on both sides of the avenues, the skyscrapers sometimes reaching higher than either pony could see without straining their necks. The sidewalks were abuzz with activity as well, from other tourists clamoring to find their next photo opportunity to promoters wearing sandwich boards advertising a good time to be had inside the depicted establishments. It was like wading through a sea filled with overeager schools of all types of fish, and Hazel had to admit, the whole experience had been more than a little unsettling.

The one constant was the tan earth pony beside her, his presence giving her peace. Even though his face betrayed his own trepidation, she found comfort in that fact; it meant she wasn't alone. Plywood had always managed to have that effect on her. Above all, his companionship made her feel safe, secure. She knew that as long as he was around, she didn't have to worry about anything.

Then, her mind drifted back a little further to the previous night. A blush grew on her cheeks, and she faltered with the cord for a moment, quickly regaining her composure even as brief memories flashed through her brain. Ply's hot breath on her neck....the familiar sensation of being filled...slow, sensual grinding building up to a pleasant peak, accompanied by a soft warmth throughout her body...it was a lovemaking to which she had grown accustomed. Yes, it was wonderful, and she certainly enjoyed it, but it struck an odd chord with Hazelnut.

It had been...the same, for a while now. And she knew why. Their last session of intimacy that had not been slow, methodical, but still very sweet had been nearly five years ago, when right in the middle of a vigorous rutting, Hazel's rear left knee had suddenly buckled, accompanied by a cry of pain from the mare. Needless to say, the mood had been ruined, and in the end, Hazel had undergone several weeks of therapy in order to repair what had been a minor muscle tear. Despite making a full recovery, she knew Plywood blamed himself for the incident. Ever since then, he had been very tentative in the throes of intimacy, taking extra care not to cause further damage. She wasn't upset with him; how could she be when all he was concerned with was her well-being? The lack of vigor in the bedroom, however, had left her feeling dissatisfied. That was why, when she had packed her bag in preparation for this trip, she had packed the necessary supplies for a wonderful surprise. She grinned slightly as her horn continued its work with the cord.

Hazel glanced at the clock on the bedstand. Ply had been gone for a little more than five minutes; he would be returning any time now. The unicorn refocused her efforts, tying knot after knot in the winding cord. It had to be ready by the time of his return. Finally, her task completed, she let out a sigh of relief and relaxed, awaiting the telltale click of the latch that signaled Ply's arrival.

The sound came from behind her shortly. She smiled softly and swiveled her head around to look at the doorway as Plywood stepped in, his voice heralding his entrance. “Hazel, honey, I couldn't find any brochures, but I asked the desk clerk, and he said he could print me up a schedule.” The earth pony's eyes were fixed on the piece of paper in his front hoof. “We might be able to catch one of their shows on Tuesday at the-” He stopped abruptly when his head finally lifted up. Hazel had to stifle a chuckle as his face went from passive, to curious, to shocked in the span of about two seconds, the paper slipping from his hoof and drifting lazily to the floor below. “What in Equestria?” he sputtered out as the scene before him finally registered.

Hazelnut tried to picture the scene from her husband's point of view. She could only imagine what was running through his mind when he looked up to see his wife in a most peculiar position. Her front half was resting on the bed, her hind legs hanging down over the edge of the mattress opposite the side that contained the pillows. Those hind legs, however, each had a length of cord tied tightly around them, the binding instrument connected also to the bedposts on either side of her. The cord was pulled tight enough that her legs had parted, exposing her already-glistening marehood that was suspended slightly above the bed itself. Her tail was already off to the side, giving her husband a glorious view of her most private of areas. Another section of cord was currently wrapped around her forelegs as well, constricting her movement of those limbs that were extended out in front of her, resting on the bedsheets. She could still turn her head without discomfort, and her body had a little room to shift, but at this point, she was completely at his mercy, her extremities extremely limited in their range of motion. Still looking back at him with a fire in her eyes, she said in a seductive purr, “Welcome back, Ply.”

He hadn't moved an inch since seeing her displayed before him, his eyes drinking in the scene. His response, however, surprised her. “Who...did this to you?” She thought she saw a flash of anger in his eyes.

Hazel grinned slightly, amused at his protectiveness. Her answer came in a soft whisper: “I did.”

There was no need for words between the two ponies after that; Plywood's face said all that needed to be said. A raised eyebrow of surprise. Why would you do something like that? The other eyebrow joining its companion. Oh, you want to do that. And from the sound of it, you want to go at it hard. A slightly furrowed brow. But what about the leg? I wouldn't want to re-injure it. A look of understanding. That's why you're bound; it's holding you in place, so I can't – er, so you won't get hurt again. Narrowed eyes and a sly grin. Not to mention it's bucking hot. Well, what kind of husband would I be to say no? The tan earth pony stepped toward the bed, and Hazel turned her head away from him again, sighing in contentment as she waited for the first sensation of contact.

For a moment, none came, and she raised her head to look back again, but instead cried out in surprise as she felt the roughness of his tongue give an exploratory lick along her entrance, the tingling feeling of the pink organ against her treasure sending a shiver through her. Just the thoughts of their past lovemaking sessions had already left Hazel incredibly aroused, and as the first lick was followed soon after by a second and a third, she shuddered at the feeling of his flexible tongue against her sensitive lower lips. This was what she had been waiting for, and she surrendered her body entirely to the warm waves of pleasure that began to course through her.

His oral ministrations were very brief, however, and she whimpered when the sweet, sweet feeling of his tongue against her nethers was replaced by nothing but empty air. She shifted her hips out of instinct, desperate for the senstaions to continue, but with her body constrained, she didn't move enough to cause any friction on her soaked entrance. A deep longing welled up inside her, and she let out a soft whine, begging Ply to come and ravish her, to fill her up with his love.

Suddenly, she felt a new tingle emanate from her marehood, and she gasped in delight at the renewed pleasure. At the same time, a pair of brown hooves appeared on the bed beside her, and an instant later, she felt the warmth of an earth pony's heavy body press gently into her back, Plywood supporting his own weight but still pushing his body against hers. He was warm, and so her own warmth grew, stoked like a fire of pure passion as he settled into a very familiar position and began to rock back and forth, his soft hair prickling against her back. With each shift of his body, she felt a pressure against her lower lips as something rubbed against them, and her eyes widened when she realized what that thing was. She didn't need to peek; she simply let out a soft “Oooh...” of pleasure as his stallionhood ground against her folds.

As his throbbing flesh slid up and down, pressing against her treasure, she moaned lightly and smiled, trying to encourage Ply without saying a word. He's already so hard, she thought, and the idea that her displayed body had given rise to his arousal – his thick, long, arousal, oh Celestia I want him so bad – sent a fresh surge of excitement through her mind. She felt his length beneath her beginning to become slick as it took on a fresh coating of her juices, evidence of her own state of being hot and bothered. She was ready, so very ready for him, but for the time being, she did her best to focus on the feel of his thickness rubbing against her lips as he primed her for entry. Each motion back and forth against her marehood was an exercise in pleasure all its own, and she gasped as he nibbled lightly on her left ear, her body twitching joyously in anticipation and bliss from the warm feeling that was building throughout her entire being.

She felt his body shift backwards, his hooves sliding closer to her shoulders, and the grinding against her slit ceased as well. An involuntary whine escaped her lips at the absence of the contact against her marehood, but at the same time, she knew what was coming up next, and she trembled in excitement as the stallion repositioned himself above her. She felt his length rub briefly against her inner thigh, and she shivered with delight, doing her best to relax her body in preparation for his arrival.

There was no forewarning, no gentle prod of his sensitive head against her sealed lips as if asking permission to enter. One moment, she was waiting, and the next, the familiar sensation of being filled struck her like a freight train, her inner walls practically screaming with joy as they welcomed her husband's stallionhood back like an old friend, clutching and twitching around his entire shaft. Hazel herself cried out at the sudden assault of pleasure as each inch of Ply's member caressed against her sensitive flesh, a feeling that never grew old no matter how many times she experienced it. He fit her perfectly, and she relished each millisecond of his presence inside her.

Plywood, it seemed, was not content to simply plunge into her, and with a grunt, he drew his hips backward almost as quickly as he had penetrated the mare. Her mind reeled from the friction of his length against her inner sanctum, and her passage quivered as it tried to milk the impeding cock for all it was worth before it was gone again. She had no time to recover, however, before he was buried to the hilt again, his hips slamming against the flesh surrounding her entrance, which drew another shout of surprise from the mare. Hazel scrambled to latch on to something, anything, in her jumbled thoughts to calm herself down and stem the rapidly rising tide of her pleasure, but found herself utterly unable to do anything but cry out as Ply began to move in and out at an incredible speed.

Each descent of his member into her twitching passage brought another shout of elation from the unicorn, and each brief retraction of his thickness gave her a chance to suck in a rapid breath, but Hazelnut was powerless against the incoming orgasm, her brain simply letting go and enjoying the ride. Less than a minute into their copulation, the mare screamed loud and long, all her senses overwhelmed by the unrelenting pleasure of her husband's vigorous lovemaking, and her eyes rolled back as she succumbed to her peak, a wave of fluid pouring forth from deep inside her to coat her insides even as Ply continued to rut her senseless.

She recovered quickly from the orgasm as their intense mating continued, Plywood either undeterred by his wife's orgasm or simply determined to give her the ride of her life. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she gasped in time with his eager thrusts, which had not slowed a bit from when he had begun. The sensations renewed their assault on Hazel, from the rubbing of his thick stallionhood against her inner walls, to the warmth of his body as it ground against hers, to the feel of his balls slapping against her clit with each insertion. She could hear his grunts of exertion from above her as he rode her, and she gave her own moans of pleasure as he kept up his rapid pace, a fresh upwelling of heat in her body signaling that she was definitely going to experience more than one high tonight.

Through it all, though, one strange feeling managed to work its way to the forefront of Hazel's mind: Safe. All of her more recent bouts of intimacy with the stallion above her had been just that, almost to the point of lethargy, but now, as his length thrust inside her with reckless abandon and her body went along for the ride, she felt more safe than she had during all of those lovemaking sessions. His closeness was a factor, certainly; the weight of his body, while not pressing uncomfortably on her back, was still warm and heavy upon her, even as his coat ground against hers. What made her feel more secure than she had in nearly five years, however, was the fact that she knew, beyond any doubt, that the stallion who was currently burying his pride inside her at a steady clip loved her more than anything else. He would always be there for her, no matter what, and he was more than willing to satisfy her needs in any way possible, even if it meant giving her the best sex she could ever remember. He really, truly loved her, and the thought of it stoked the fire of her pleasure. As her body began its journey towards an inevitable second orgasm, she smiled wide, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth. And I love him.

While the first peak of her night had been like waves crashing against rock, ripping through her with force and vigor, her second orgasm was more akin to the arrival of high tide on a sandy beach, an experience simultaneously powerful and peaceful. She cooed and sighed as her bliss reached its high again, a much quieter and more pleasant orgasm than the first, but still with a great deal of force behind it. It was impossible not to feel that part of it when Ply was still going, his pace finally starting to slacken, but the steady in-and-out of his member never ceasing for a moment.

His longevity was beginning to drive Hazel crazy, but in a very, very good way, her body encouraging Plywood to continue rutting her long into the night. As she came down from her second high, a third followed rapidly on its heels, though this one was more like an aftershock than anything. If the second orgasm was like high tide, the next was like the ocean wave that invariably followed, not quite as strong but still packing plenty of punch. Like rolling waves on the beach, she began to experience her own crests and troughs: a little tremor of bliss rocketed through her body and receded, only to be followed rapidly by another that was less powerful, but still incredibly pleasurable. She didn't bother to count her miniature orgasms; her mind was preoccupied by the nigh-endless barrage of absolute ecstasy that was pounding through her whole body. She could barely hear her own moans and cries, let alone Plywood's as he continued to grind into her passage and back out.

Vaguely, she became aware of her husband's shouts growing louder and more frequent, and she smiled softly as she recognized the signs of his inevitable release. Her body had long ago given up all pretense of resistance, instead giving in entirely to the assault of pleasure that had completely overwhelmed her, her muscles spasming with each gasping breath. She rode the wave of one final, little surge of bliss as Ply's head came to rest on her shoulder, his mouth shouting something incoherent as he finally, finally came, warm gobs of seed pouring out of the tip of his stallionhood that was buried oh-so-deep inside her. Hazelnut shuddered and twitched at the incredible sensation, welcoming every drop of his cum into her deepest recesses as her final orgasm began to fade away, leaving her panting and nearly numb from sheer pleasure. He unleashed spurt after spurt into her, finally relaxing his body slightly as the last of his load shot out into her waiting womb. With a grunt of satisfaction, Ply flopped down onto the bed next to Hazel, breathing heavily.

She was barely coherent, but she managed to somehow rest her head on his shoulder as he lay beside her, a wide smile plastered on her face. His entire body was warm and comfortable, and she sighed as the afterglow of their unbelievably wonderful intimacy washed over her, relaxing her muscles and seeming to drain all the tension from her tired body. She barely felt his stallionhood soften and eventually retract with a soft pop, a mixture of both their liquids dribbling out of her filled passage and onto the carpeted floor beneath. She simply breathed, drawing in lungful after lungful of air as her senses danced through the stratosphere, reveling in their amazing lovemaking.

Eventually, she regained her composure and nuzzled her cheek against Ply's, a gesture which he reciprocated. Their lips found each other, locking in a soft but passionate kiss as the couple lay on the bed, Hazel's hooves still bound but not holding her back at all. As they broke their kiss, the stallion whispered, “Doing all right, Hazel?”

Rather than answer with words, she settled simply on an affirmative “Mmm...” and another brief, tender kiss, her eyelids drifting shut as she massaged her lips against his.

“I'm glad,” Ply said as soon as his mouth was once again unoccupied. “Hazel,” he said quietly, prompting her to open her eyes to look at him. For a while, the two ponies simply stared at one another, their gazes locked as their eyes told the story better than words ever could. Finally, Ply broke the silence again. “Thank you.”

Her mouth was slightly dry, but Hazel still managed a response. “No, thank you, Plywood. You have no idea how long I've been wanting you to do...that.”

“I've certainly missed it,” he responded with a grin which she repaid in kind. He gave her a peck on the end of her muzzle. “I love you, Hazelnut.”

She smiled back. “And I love you, Plywood.” Once more, their lips tangled together, this time in an elongated kiss - though still not involving any tongue - as his hoof idly caressed her midsection. As that kiss broke, the mare gave the stallion a wicked smile. “So, are you ready to go again?”

Ply's eyes widened slightly. “You sure, hon? That couldn't have been easy on you.”

“Are you kidding?” Hazel said, giggling. “That was...unbelievably good.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek. “But I can only imagine how good it'll be the second time around.” She pushed her head into his, the kiss this time lasting much longer as her tongue finally came out to play, exploring around his mouth and dancing with his own pink organ between their mouths until they pulled away, both breathless and blushing.

His smile said it all, and Hazel gasped a little as she anticipated their next round. As Ply began to prop himself up above her again, however, he paused and looked down. “Um, Hazel,” he asked, “did you want me to untie you first?”

She looked back up at him, her cheeks flushed but her eyes narrowed in a saucy stare. “Buck no.”