A Love Sweeter Than Candy

By the time I managed to stumble back into bed, I was tired. Not dead tired, persay, but...well.

I felt the bed shake with a slight plop, before a gentle embrace circled me. I smiled wearily, grabbing the hooves that held me and holding them a bit tighter.

"Was that fun, Twily?" Pinkie sounded almost...smug, and yet at the same time, just as tired as me.

"Fun?" I managed a weak chuckle. "Pinkie, if I'd ever been to a better reception, it'd have to be fueled by some serious magic to top that."

"That's nice to hear." I felt her nuzzle against my neck, taking a few seconds before talking again. "So...we leave in three days?"

I broke her grip, turning on my side to face her. Her expression was-

Of course, I happened to catch it just that crucial second too late. Just as quickly, she shifted straight from 'playfully teasing', to 'incredibly unsure'. I'd learned that she could switch emotions on a dime...but often, it meant something when she did. It was never just her.

I sighed. "All right. Pinkie, what's bothering you?"

"Nothing! Really!" I may have bought the exasperation act on another night, but...she finally relented to my, 'seriously?' stare. "All right, all right, I'll get to it. You do know what tonight's about, right?"

I smiled. As if I needed to explain anything back to her. I was fairly sure we both knew exactly what the subject was now. What else did two ponies do on their wedding night? "Sure do. We talked about it for a week straight, remember?"

"Right. Well..." She shifted around uneasily, avoiding my gaze as much as it was possible. "...I was kind of thinking of making a few changes. You know...spice it up?"

A change in schedule? To be honest, I rather expected that-Pinkie doesn't conform to schedules well. But promises of 'spice'... "Well...that depends. Define 'spice'."

"You know..." she said, waving her hooves around vaguely. "New things. Something not the usual, and-"

"I was speaking more specifically, Pinkie."

"Oh!" she giggled, flopping to face the other side, or the one away from me. "Remember that time we sat down and talked about us that time? And that time with the blanket?"

Two seemingly unrelated events? But why? The first incident in question was when we discussed our dynamics together, and we never did agree on one, the one I'd first realized-trust. And then that one afternoon...I honestly hoped she wasn't suggesting we roll around in a makeshift picnic on the bed. "Yes, I do. Why?"

"Well, I talked to a few ponies, and I found that I really enjoy certain things, but then I was like, 'let's try it with Twily!'. But you have to promise you won't laugh or freak out or anything, all right? Just tell me if it's too...weird for you." All of that being said, while still hanging over the edge of the bed slightly.

I blinked. This behavior seemed awfully familiar, but the last time, I had definitely enjoyed the results. It was worth a shot. "Go ahead. What is it?"

Of all the things that she might have come back up with, however, what she did bring up ranked among the top 5 of, 'woah, I did not expect that a bit'.

At first, the object clenched between her teeth seemed perfectly innocent. It was just a strip of white silk, fairly smooth looking even from a distance. It measured somewhere between 2 and 5 feet long, and for a second, I thought I was staring at the world's largest doily.

She seemed to notice my confusion, however, and smiled sheepishly. "It's, uh...not a doily, if you were thinking that."

Psychic. As always. "So...what? Is that like...going to be confetti?"

She chuckled. "No, silly! Here, I'll demonstrate." And just like that, she tossed it into the air, making an attempt to catch it on her nose, but aiming a little too low, causing it to flop over her eyes.

"Uh, Pinkie, I think you missed."

She just grinned that goofy grin of hers, reaching up to take it off, before tilting her head. "...did I?"

Given the right circumstances, I might have missed it. But just the way she did it, that tiny red color appearing on the edges of her cheeks...

"Oh. Oh." That was pretty much the only word I could get out the moment. She just stared back, waiting for me to get my thoughts back. "So, um...Pinkie, there's nothing...wrong with that, persay, but...is that it? Why were you so...worried?"

She just blushed even deeper, turning to reach for the corner of the bed. I jumped as I felt the mattress itself, shifting myself to an upright position-I doubted I'd be sleeping anyways. She...seemed to be tugging at something that wouldn't quite come up. I wasn't sure whether to ask what it was, or why it was under my mattress.

"Oh, just...not like I could pick it up, anyways!" she shrugged, before hopping awkwardly back, allowing me a clear view of her previous focal point.

Much like the...'cloth', it took a bit to recognize the actual purpose. It seemed to be an oddly shaped piece of cotton-blended fabric, for some reason stretching back under the mattress. There was a hole in the edge, roughly as big, if not slightly bigger than my own hoof.

"So, you..." Well, I was a bit more prepared that time. I had more words than 'oh'. "...you want to incorporate...uhh..."

"Yep!" She confirmed it with about as much ease as setting up a party. "Only not with me!"

Now was the time to be confused, instead of...stunned. Oddities aside, I frowned. "But...it's-"

"My thing?" she shrugged. "Well, yes, but you never know until you try!"

I eyed the...'strap', as I'd decided to call it, once more. It seemed like it fit, since the general purpose did as well. "Pinkie, I'm not even entirely sure what you're asking of me. And, as a side question...why."

"Well, as for what, we've talked about trust, right? So what better way to test it than to have to trust me to do the right things, while you have absolutely no way to do anything and oh my gosh it sounds so great, so you should be lucky!"

"Pinkie, if that's supposed to convince me of anything, it's not working."

She groaned, before looking back at me, her lower lip jutting out.

"Pinkie. No puppy eyes. Please."

Still, she persisted. Glimmering globules of-

"All right, all right!" By Celestia, she was convincing. "I'll give it a try! But...you still haven't answered my first question."

She just smiled. "All you have to do is lay back down, act like you're making a snow-pony, and I'll do everything else. This is our night, but you've been waiting the longest..."

The idea of a Pinkie Pie changed sultry, quite honestly, was one that normally would cause me to laugh out loud out loud, and pretty hard, at that. But...as it happened before my eyes, I couldn't help but to feel just the tiniest sense of compelling, lying back as she said to do.

The first thing I felt was a gentle tug, as she clambered over to my left, before I felt something slip over the hoof. A bit of fiddling this way and that, and it tightened-one down, three to go.

I felt a bit more shifting, and this time, there was a bit more of a struggle to get it over my hind hoof. Eventually, however, it slipped on, sliding relatively easy enough to about halfway between my knee and my hoof. It tightened-two left.

The process continued much the same, until finally, I felt the fourth strap tighten, finally locking me in securely to my...rather vulnerable position. Each one of my legs were stretched outwards-not enough to be uncomfortable, quite, but enough to establish the sense of immobility.

"Go on, test it out a bit!" Pinkie chirped.

Chirped. Even I found it hard to believe how jovially she was taking this. I'd barely even relinquished any glimpses of my skepticism, pressed on only by the fact that it was...well, interesting, to say the least. I was always open to Pinkie bringing something new up, and...well, this was new.

Still, I did as she said. I squirmed around a bit, tugging experimentally at each hoof once, actually being allowed a tiny amount of give (about two and a half inches), before the flexibility of my restraints waned, returning me back to my initial position. It was only then that I actually realized exactly what was going on.

I was, as she so elegantly explained, spread out as if I were making a snow pony, and almost every single inch of my underbody remained exposed, as it were. Any attempts to cover myself or move around would be completely nulled by my tiny area of movement. In fact, the only decency I was allowed, was the fact that my tail was given enough free reign to serve one of its many, many purposes: to cover the areas that ought to not be seen in public. The constant, soft yet unyielding grip of my bonds would be reminding me that, as long as I felt them, I would be completely helpless and only in the hooves of Pinkie herself.

And...somehow, the thought sent tingling up my spine. I mean, it had been different so long ago-on that one afternoon (which now made a lot more sense from its mention), the concept had been the same...but the timing seemed to change everything. The sheer vulnerability...on one of the most emotionally overwhelming days I'd ever had, where I'd felt nothing could break my control...yet, it had been, and by none other than my partner in crime herself...and then not to mention-

"You sure look comfy! You enjoying it?"

I blinked. I'd had a decent second or so to think, and (try) to move around a bit, but...either my attention span had decided to shorten, or my senses were being clouded over by that tingling. "I'm...not sure." That was about the only way I could describe it.

"Well, tell you what!" If I could have jumped back, I would have as Pinkie's face suddenly more or less materialized above me. "If you decide you aren't feeling so good about it, or if you don't like anything at all, we can stop, all right?"

I nodded. The prospect was sound enough-I could both say I'd given it a chance, as well as not risking over-stepping any boundaries on either side. A simple word would be all that was necessary, and I was fairly sure it was universal. At least, until she spoke again.

"Yay! This is gonna' be so fun, but first, I hear we need a 'safe word'." All it took was a raise of my eyebrow to drive her on. "You know, it's like a code! You can say whatever you want, but that one word will let me know that you've had enough for sure!"

The prospect of a 'safe word', now being explained to me, even added that last air of comfort. There really was no problem, now. "...how about, 'stop?'" I still wondered why the choice wasn't obvious to her.

"No, silly!" she shook her head at about the speed of sound. "See, you might not wanna say 'stop', because some ponies say that on reflex when they're all trussed up, but they're actually enjoying it! It needs to be a word you'd normally never say at the time...like 'cactus'! How's that sound?"

It made sense when she put it that way, but...I'd...aw hay, there was no difference. Might as well say, 'banana smoothie'...a word was a word. No matter how odd it was, it was for my own good. "Sure, then...'cactus'."

"Okie Dokie Lokie!" And just as quickly as she'd appeared over me, Pinkie disappeared to the side, out of the corner of my vision. I turned my head as much as I found possible, trying to follow her, only to have her hop back up. I recognized the white cloth that she held between her hooves as she plopped down next to my head. "Okay, now lift your head up a bit, please!"

Obviously, I really had no other choice but to do as she said. As I did so, she gently pushed my head to the side, until it was facing straight back center again. With that, the white cloth descended onto my face, and I had no choice but to close my eyes, allowing the entire world to disappear from sight. I felt the other ends tighten slightly first around the sides, a slight pause, and then it became made known with the back of my head. In a few seconds, her (strangely) skilled hooves had already gone through twice, and pulled back a final time, securing the blindfold with quite literally no empty space left. Not to say that it was tight enough to hurt, but it was certainly not coming off on its own.

For some reason, she poked the tip of my horn. "So, how do you feel?"

My only response was to tug once more at the strangely smooth straps, and to let out a moan that I hadn't even expected. I'd call myself crazy, but...I think the fact that I was enjoying it already would be confirmation enough.

"Oooh, you really like it!" It was odd hearing her speak without the slightest chance to even catch sight of her. Since her face was hidden, a lot of what she said could have a double meaning, and I wouldn't know it. Everything she did, I would be left waiting, not knowing when it'd come, or what it would be.

It seemed...amazing.

"Mmm, and just look at you..." As quickly as a comet soared through space, Pinkie's voice changed from happy, to...hungry, another thing that was just the icing on the erotic metaphorical cake right now. "All tied up, like a pretty little damsel in distress...you can't see anything, and you hope somepony will rescue you...because you're awfully open to anything that they might want to do..."

In hindsight, it may have seemed silly, but in the moment...her little narration sketch was causing my breath to quicken already, and make me start tugging a bit more insistently at my restraints, though not from panic, but instead a deep desire to be satisfied. "And I can do anything with my Twily, because every single tasty inch of her is mine."

I could feel her gentle breathing slowly creeping up my neck as she continued speaking, dropping to a hushed, but no less suggestive whisper. "And I'm going to make sure it's the best time we've ever had."

The silence that followed was almost an eternity, as I could do nothing but lay there, all of my muscles tensed in wait of where or what she would do. It was exciting, it was strangely arousing, it was-

My current thoughts were shaken away as she finally proceeded, much to my delight, pressing her lips to mine in just a small kiss. I responded twice as eagerly, finally managing to relax as I let out a moan that came from deep within my throat where I'd suppressed it, squirming eagerly against my firm restraints.

Luckily for me, she was much less intent on teasing as she used to be, and much more intent on giving it the best she could. I felt her tongue equally give back what I gave her, poking into my own mouth and running gently over my teeth. At the exact same time, I felt her gently drag a hoof across my exposed chest, causing much the same result. Each tug seemed to amplify the feeling, because it only increased the pure helplessness that I became ever more aware (and enjoying) of by the second.

The second she broke the kiss, I couldn't help but to find myself reaching forward on instinct. I didn't want it to end, no matter what she was aiming to do. But I still had a trick up my metaphorical sleeve. So I focused, as hard as I could, digging into my magical reserves...

Big mistake.

I instantly felt my head being pushed back onto the bed, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't raise it again. "Pinkie, what are you..." was all I could manage to get out.

"It wasn't-" and just as quickly, she cut off. "You used magic, didn't you, Twily?"

I tried to nod, but quite obviously, I couldn't. Lucky for me, she noticed my attempt. "Oooh, yeah...remember when I poked your horn? Yeah, that wasn't a poke..."

I groaned-the euphoria was quickly slipping. "Then...what in Equestria was it?"

"I...kinda' put on this special kind of ring...see, it does nothing on its own, but if you use magic while you have it on, it...'discourages' you, and adds something else each time you use magic, until eventually, if you use it enough, you won't be able to move, talk, see, or even groan for a full four hours...so, um-"

"Pinkie, what were you thinking?" She was toying not only with a fairly powerful type of anti-magic, but...now? When everything, magic included, ran free on instinct?

"I'm sorry, Twilight..." she actually sounded upset, and finally out of her earlier mood that I had admittedly enjoyed. "I should have at least let you know that you shouldn't use magic. Are...are we done?"

I briefly pondered this. That was a fairly big line, but...after quite everything that happened before, and...it was a tearing decision. She likely hadn't meant to hurt me in any way, because even despite her gradual change, she was still the poster pony for innocence. It wasn't from malice, and she was honestly trying to make things better. It was a big decision, but if she was earnest about her intentions...

"Do it."

I could almost picture the thankful smile. "Oh, thank you, Twily! I'll-"

"Leave it on."

If I could have seen the smile on her face, it might have been worth it. I could just imagine the brief 'o' face. "Oh, um...OK! Now where we?"

Before I could even dwell on whether or not it was a good idea, Pinkie set to work again, this time gently nipping at the underside of my foreleg, in a gesture that surprisingly both tickled, and...felt strangely good at the same time.

She continued with this, moving slowly across the side of my body on a tangent that I recognized as 'down'. Every single touch, or occasional 'accidental' touch to the thigh was pure bliss, enough to lose control of my vocalizations and most of my awareness-I even nearly forgot my situation entirely.

So much so, that by the time she reached that 'special spot', I was already completely lost in my own pleasure.

"Ooh, looks like somepony's excited!"

'Excited' was an understatement. By this point, I was tossing and turning, bucking absentmindedly in the hopes that something, anything would finally give me release. Pinkie, as I had learned before, was a severe tease, a fact I both relished and despised. She got to the point fairly quickly, however, and I expected she might do the same.

But it wasn't going to be quite that easy.

I felt her shift around, moving away from my lower area, and for a brief second, I thought she was starting the teasing back up again. But then, I heard her speak, still from down... 'there'. "And it isn't just you, either!"

Before I even had the chance to respond to anything, I was overwhelmed by at least a dozen more rushes of ecstasy as two things happened at once.

First, as if it weren't enough already, Pinkie finally descended onto my nethers, lapping away with a fierceness that I'd never felt from her before-I could swear she thought she was eating a pie.

Secondly, I felt just a teeny tickling from...her tail?

Almost instantly, I was able to picture the situation-she was actually standing over me, offering herself just mere millimeters from my own tongue. All the while she worked even more fiercely, causing me to struggle even more fiercely in my restraints in pure, feral pleasure.

Not wasting another second, I plunged into a work of my own, lapping with a hunger that hardly even I knew I had at Pinkie's own lower area, which was thoroughly slick by this point. I couldn't help it either, but I brought my magic to the surface once more-it seemed that my subconscious sought something more.

It got it, all right.

My fierce thrashing was quickly quelled, as I soon found my available space reduced to almost zero-any movement I'd been allowed before was now gone, probably from some sort of...tightening from the magic, but I didn't particularly care. Instead, the energy went straight to my head, sending me into overtime but with the single goal to give Pinkie back what she was giving to me.

All the while that happened, I felt a sudden weight over much of my body, from my chest to my stomach, followed by a bit of squirming, and a hurried series of breathless, excited exclamations. "Oh, Twily...I don't know what...you're doing...or how...but keep going...it's great! I...had no idea it worked...on me, too!"

Given any space, I might have asked exactly what, but A, I was blindfolded, so I wouldn't be able to see regardless, and B, I was currently busy digging my tongue directly into her private areas, occasionally teasing around the edges to make her body weight squirm on top of me even more. One to oblige to just about anything at the moment in my shroud of pure passion, I complied with her panting request, once again bringing my magic to my horn, and doing the exact opposite of regretting it.

The instant I did it for the third time, multiple things happened. I felt her body weight shift even more, seemingly glued to me, and I swear she was coated in a layer of sweat by that point. Following that, her fore-hooves, which had been trailing with an enormous amount of self control down my legs, suddenly retracted, and I could feel her struggling once more. If I had to guess, I'd say...somehow, the magic had spread to her, and immobilized her own fore-hooves behind her back through whatever means. She was probably in pure heaven, judging by the series of surprised gasps and moans that were already incredibly high-pitched, even in comparison to her normal voice. I took a brief picosecond to ponder if I sounded the same-probably.

And lastly, she started driving even more fiercely at myself, as if she'd suddenly regained thrice of the amount of ferocity she'd begun with, digging back in as hard as she could and then some. Whether it was part of the recoil or not, however, I had no clue. But I certainly liked it.

And already, I felt myself approaching my peak. The sheer speed said a lot-I'd come to enjoy it, believe it or not. The intense burning over nearly every inch of my body as my senses kicked into the max was just pure bliss, and for the second time, I only had one pink pony to thank for it.

And so I thanked her in the best way I could. The way only a mare could give to her fiancé, and the only way available way to me on the best night of my life in more aspects than one.

By doing what she did so often to me: make her cry out in joy. Scratch that, made her emit enthralled screams and frenzied squirms of delighted passion. It was the same difference, for all I cared, as it all happened in perfect synchronization with myself, bringing a final sense of overwhelming ecstasy to me that I suspected she felt as well.

It truly was a love that was sweeter than herself.

By the time I managed to calm down enough to regain my awareness, I became aware first of how...tired I felt. Yet there was an underlying sense of serenity and warmth.

On instinct, I moved to embrace the deadweight on top of me, but was instantly stopped by the restraints I'd all but forgotten. Lucky for me, the pink lump that I knew was on top of me noticed my feeble attempts to move.

"Was that...fun, or what?"

Unable to nod (still), I instead opted to speak. "It was...and it was also...tiring...but still great..."

I heard her giggle. "I told you!" There was a short silence, and she giggled again. "It's funny...I'm still stuck like this."

"Like what?"

"Ohhh, right, you can't see..." Well, duh, Pinkie. I was sure even you knew that. "Here, just let me..." I felt her squirm again, grunting as she moved against an invisible force, which seemed to actually have some presence now. I wasn't sure of what it was, but I knew it encircled both me and her. "...turn around, and..." She was still shifting...what in Eq-

"There we go!" In just a second, the blindfold fell away, and I was finally able to take in my surroundings. Well, not yet-Pinkie was in the way. "Oh wait!" Without warning (besides that), she leaned towards my horn, carefully dragging her teeth over the surface. All I could do was shiver.

"There!" With that, she spit what I managed to catch as the ring aside.

Able to finally use magic of my own without fear of consequence, I first focused a simple cancellation spell on my forehead, the approximate source of what I assumed was a magic-borne restraint, allowing me to finally crane my neck and look at a level angle to finally see more of my surroundings. The aftermath was...interesting, to say the least.

My suspicions were correct-Pinkie no longer had use of her forelegs for the time being, because they were indeed secured behind her back with...well, something. It looked not unlike the very straps that secured me, but it glowed with a faint red aura, and there was no hole anywhere. In fact, it seemed every time that she struggled, it got just a tiny bit tighter.

There would be time enough to fix that, though. I looked further down, and found a material much the same encircling both my upper body and hers. Experimentally, I shifted a little bit, and sure enough, her plump stomach became just a little bit more evident.

Turning to the side, the same red glow encircled my restraints, explaining the lack of leeway.

I'd have to take it upon myself to study that at some point...

But for the moment, I had to get us out of our current position. I did much the same thing, focusing a fail-safe spell onto the area on the bed, its effects becoming immediately apparent as I was finally allowed slack, and Pinkie even gave a small whine of disappointment before scrambling to undo my own restraints.

The second I was free, I drew my legs in, out, back and forth, trying to stretch them after an extended period of inactivity, but they felt like lead. I just turned on my side, closing my eyes and sinking into the mattress even more, finally feeling full relief as I was left to myself.

Immediately, I felt Pinkie wrap her forelegs around me, snuggling up to me once again. "We should do that again some time! Like, soon. Very, very soon! I would say now, but I know you're tired."

"Hm..." Just the simple grunt was the equivalent of a chuckle, and we both knew it. She responded only by snuggling even closer, and falling silent with a dreamy sigh.

The silence was just about enough to fall asleep after...what had spent me, but she had one last thing to say. "I love you so much, Twilight..."

"Me too, Pinkie..."

I paused. Maybe one last thing would be possible...

"You do know we're going to have a talk about slipping things in like that tomorrow, right?"

Snoring.

I smiled-that was the Pinkie I knew. Already tuckered out after a long night, and so...was...I...

Before I even knew it, I was fast asleep.