Author's Note

Contains: Octavia, Vinyl Scratch, clop, F/F, bondage, spanking

Like many of my ideas and stories, this one was inspired by a picture. I can't link the image, but I can say that it was by artist krd and featured Vinyl Scratch and Rainbow Dash.

As a brief snippet of clop, this one is imagined as being enjoyable and desired by both parties, so it is within the bounds (pun not intended) of consent.

Surprise Bondage

“Aha! Gotcha, Tavi!” Vinyl yelled as she tackled Octavia to the bed. The grey-furred mare shrieked in surprise as Vinyl’s sudden weight bore her straight down onto the mattress. They tumbled down in a flailing pile of limbs and imprecations, Octavia struggling to pull herself to freedom and Vinyl struggling to keep a grasp on her. Their impromptu wrestling match ended with Octavia supine on her back, Vinyl straddling her stomach and pinning her wrists to the mattress with her hands, smirking down at her.

“Vinyl Scratch, what do you think you’re doing?” Octavia demanded, breathless and flustered. A second later, she noticed that Vinyl wore a very unusual outfit, if “outfit” was even the proper term. A harness made of leather straps hugged her upper body tightly, formed of three horizontal straps: above her hips, under her breasts, and around her neck. On her left and right sides, two more straps connected the strap under her breasts to the collar around her neck by running along her upper arms and shoulder. The one around her hips was likewise connected to the one underneath her breasts. She wore two more sets of cuffs, made of the same material, at her wrists and elbows. The overall effect afforded no modesty at all, leaving her naked body on full display. Octavia blushed at the sight.

“Oh, just having a little fun,” Vinyl remarked casually. “Wanna join me?” Suddenly, her horn lit up and Octavia screwed her eyes shut against a blinding flare of luminescence.

When the stabbing pain in her eyes faded, Octavia opened them. They promptly widened in surprise as she realized that she was now dressed identically to Vinyl. More importantly, Vinyl’s face was only a few inches away from hers. She was so close that she could stretch out and kiss her on the lips, if she so chose. Taken aback, she tried to scoot away, only to be caught up short as she realized that she couldn’t.

Her limbs were wrapped around Vinyl as if she held her in a tender embrace, and they appeared to be locked there. In fact, Octavia soon realized, they really were locked in place. She flushed an even deeper crimson as she realized her position. She found herself pressed up against Vinyl, bare breasts squished together between them, marehoods brushing against each other. The cuffs around her wrists had been secured to small metal ringlets inset into Vinyl’s harness, forcing her arms to encircle Vinyl and leaving her hands resting on her ass cheeks. A thick band of leather encircled the meaty parts of both of their thighs and another one did the same around their calves, also locking them together. One final band of leather wrapped around their midsections, cinching them tightly together. Lastly, a narrow link of chains connected the collars around their necks.

Vinyl herself was in exactly the same position, bound to Octavia’s embrace. She smirked and bucked her hips, grinding her loins into Octavia’s and earning a sharp intake of breath for her efforts. “Oh, buck yes,” she muttered under her breath while she struggled to use what little freedom of motion she had to gyrate her hips, mashing her nethers and clit against Octavia’s. It was agonizingly slow work, frustrating her growing need for release. The labor of it stole her breath and left her sheening with sweat, forcing her to take panting breaks from her efforts to gather her energy. Her pounding heart sounded in her ears and her lungs felt afire, but the promise of orgasm drove Vinyl on past the point where her weakness started to become pain. “C’mon . . . hng,” she grunted. “Please . . . I’m so close . . . “ The burning in her marehood was like a pressure driving her insane, teasing her with a reward just barely out of reach.

Octavia was desperate, too. She grunted and strained alongside Vinyl, pleading with her bonds to let her move just a tiny little bit more so she could get the stimulus she needed so badly. Then, blessedly, the point of no return was passed and she tensed all over, every muscle suddenly taut as ecstasy spilled over her and wiped away everything else. Distantly, she heard her vocalizations entwining with Vinyl’s as she rode out her own orgasm.

Moments later, the two lay still on the bed, bodies limp and afterglow warming them. After a few long moments, Vinyl stretched out her neck and licked the side of Octavia’s muzzle. “Hmm, that felt good, she said. She planted a kiss on her muzzle for good measure. “I hope you’re ready for phase two of our fun times, though.”

Before Octavia could stir or inquire, Vinyl’s horn lit again and then Octavia was blind and mute. Darkness pressed around her and something squishy yet firm filled the inside of her mouth.

Vinyl chuckled, taking in the lovely sight of the blindfold and gag isolating Octavia’s senses. She had other and more pressing concerns, however. Her horn stayed illuminated while she hovered a thin riding crop behind Octavia, bringing it down forcefully on her rear.

Crack! “Hw!” Octavia cried out, thrashing ineffectively. The sudden sting of the crop sank dully into the flesh of her cheek. Crack! “Fthp!” Crack! “Hhh!”

Vinyl alternated her strikes, painting a mural of fiery welts with every blow while Octavia tugged ever more desperately at her bonds, but they held firm at every pained struggle. “Yeah, Tavi, fight it. I love it when you struggle,” Vinyl growled. Finally, she struck a staccato series of blows against Octavia’s behind: Crack-crack-crackcrack-crack-crack-crackcrack! Octavia’s protests shifted into a single, guttural scream as the onslaught continued and then fell silent as Vinyl stopped, replaced with rapid breathing and soft whimpering. “And now for phase three,” Vinyl remarked after Octavia had had a few moments.

Her horn lit one more time and a pair of small, vibrating eggs floated into view. One slipped under Octavia’s tail, nestling into place in her waiting folds. The other likewise found its way into Vinyl’s snatch. A final flash of light and an identical gag and blindfold appeared on her own head. She let her eyes close and moaned into the gag as the vibrator started to tease her. “Mmm,” she groaned in delight as the vibrations spread into her like a hundred soft fingers caressing her insides. She tested her restraints, tugging experimentally, and felt a thrill of joy when they held tight. She relaxed and settled in to be comfortable, since she was planning on being here for a while. She just hoped Octavia felt the same.