Bonds of Matrimony

Chapters

Would you kindly Knot?
I'm Afraid Knot
What's Knot to Like

Would you kindly Knot?

Author's Note

A sort of spiritual successor to my previous story “Knotted” Why? Because someone requested it. Also may write up a nice cloppy pre-sequel if the readers like it enough.

Would you kindly Knot?

A dim light illuminated the barn thanks to the midday sun, and though it was a quiet afternoon, if someone were to walk through the barn doors themselves, they would hear the soft grunts of a very annoyed mare off in a secluded corner. They would also hear the occasional sound of hay cracking underneath the hooves of a rather large stallion.

If someone were to go deeper inside the barn in an attempt to make out the source of the noise, they would see the outline of two newlyweds playfully experimenting in a sexual nature. Of course playfully could be debated as it led to an unfortunate problem and left them both in a precarious situation.

If someone were to go even further, they would see the two ponies, Big Macintosh and Sugar Belle, tied belly to belly with two thick lengths of nylon rope holding Sugar Belle in the air. While the first rope was simply tied around her front hooves and wrapped over Big Mac’s back, the second rope was a bit more intricate. It was first wrapped around her hips once, then wrapped again but with Big Mac’s lower back in the mix, offering her little slack and room to move. Accompanying that, the rope also wrapped around each of her back legs in order to keep them tight against his large body. It served its purpose well, and during a much more intimate time just minutes ago, it kept her body stable and Big Mac’s meaty erection buried deep inside of her constantly.

But now? Now there was nothing but regret.

“Any luck yet, dear?” Big Mac asked, keeping his heavy frame as steady as possible.

Looking under where he was standing, Big Mac fidgeted impatiently as the suspended mare under him continued to feverishly work.

“Not yet. These hedge trimmers can’t even cut this rope!” Sugar Belle groaned with displeasure, her horn illuminated and her mind racing to be rid of the rope wrapped around them both.

Sadly for Sugar Belle, she had several problems, the first and foremost being the trimmers she held were so dull they wouldn't even be able to cut a piece of paper in half. More so than that were the thick ropes that kept both of them snugly together. While the one around her hooves could be easily dispatched thanks to a simple pull of one bowed length, the second rope had unfortunately knotted when she pulled it earlier. Thanks to her carelessness, an end piece of the rope had become intertwined with the bow itself, thus locking the two together.

Yet the biggest problem was neither of those. As Big Mac adjusted his body slightly, in order to help his wife position her magic better, that second problem reared its flared head inside of her. Simply put, Big Mac was still balls deep inside of her, fully erect, and every time he moved his hips, his penis moved as well. Every time it moved, Sugar Belle couldn’t help herself and moaned softly, causing her mental concentration to falter and her magic to become careless. Normally she wouldn’t be so sensitive down there, but considering her husband had already finished twice inside of her prior and she got over her second climax just minutes ago, she couldn’t focus properly.

Suddenly Big Mac shifted again, and climax number three shuddered through her body. She bit her lip in order to suppress a pitiful moan from escaping, but doing so caused her magic to falter and the trimmers fell to the ground. Big Mac’s body quaked as well, and his legs wobbled as her backside clenched rather weakly around his sensitive member. His back legs gave out for a second and he fell to one knee before he quickly pulled himself up and regained his composure.

“Sorry, I was supposed to sharpen them after lunch," Big Mac replied as his body tried to relax.

“Ughhh...No! No, no no! This isn’t your fault, honey,” Sugar Belle sighed as her climax died down rather quickly, before she swiftly replied back, trying her best to reassure and comfort him. “I should have been more careful when I tied this blasted rope in the first place.”

Though she wanted to continue to try and cut the rope, she was too mentally exhausted to light up her horn for another attempt. She tried regardless, but her horn fizzled weakly as she put too much magic into it and it quickly became unresponsive to any sort of spell.

“Great, now I can’t use my magic,” she pouted before burying her face into his broad chest.

“It’s okay, hun. We’ll figure this out,” Big Mac replied, knowing it was his turn to comfort her.

Keeping his balance, he brought one hoof to her curly mane and softly stroked it. It worked for a few seconds and she took a deep breath before calming herself down. Despite the situation, there was one bright side to it all. They were close and she felt safe with him. It was their trust in each other that put them together and she knew it would be that trust that worked them through this trial.

She just wished he wasn't still rock hard and hilted inside of her.

“It would be easier to think if you could go soft already,” Sugar Belle said as she fidgeted her lower body in a vain attempt to dislodge herself from him.

“P-please don’t move like that,” Big Mac groaned, his expression twisting between pleasure and pain. “I’m trying really hard.”

For what it meant, Big Mac was being truthful to her. He really wanted to free her from him and did his best to go soft. Sadly, with his dick swimming in a very moist, tight, and hot area, along with his wet balls periodically slapping against her firm ass, it made going soft a very hard task.

“What are we going to do then? Neither of us can untie the rope and my magic isn’t strong enough to do anything anymore,” she spoke softly as Big Mac continued to stroke her mane. “Hate to say this, but we need an extra pair of hooves.”

Both sighed deeply and looked to the barn door in fear.

“I’m not asking AJ to untie us. She’ll never let us live this down. Plus Dash is helping her around the field today and you know how she is,” Big Mac spoke, knowing very well if either of those two saw the situation they were in, it would be social suicide.

“Then who can we ask? You better not be thinking of calling Discord instead. Last thing we need is the god of chaos himself seeing this. Our luck he’ll make a game out of it,” Sugar Belle replied, her mind filled with rather unsettling images that should be left unspoken.

“Or he could put it in a game later on,” Big Mac said quietly, knowing very well that their weekly Ogres & Oubliettes night was only one night away. Though the idea would have been amusing at a different point in life, Big Mac gave his head a hard shake to remove the idea from it.

“Exactly, I’d rather not be baking and suddenly be teleported into this position because you found yourself pitted against the uh... 'infinite evils of the nine circles of Tartarus' because you rolled a one or something,” Sugar Belle said in return, causing Big Mac’s hoof to stop stroking her mane.

“Wait, when did you start playing?” Big Mac asked, knowing nine circles of Tartarus was just a reference from the game itself.

“I read, dear. Princess Twilight has a lot of books inside that shiny castle of hers. Where do you think I found a book about… this?” Sugar Belle replied, giving her body another shake, causing Big Mac to groan again. “Sorry… Besides, isn’t Discord dungeon master this week?”

“Eeyup.”

“Then we are definitely not giving him any kind of fuel to play with. We’ll have to find somepony else to help us. We just need one unicorn who is a bit more magically adept than me.” Sugar Belle focused on the doors again and tried to think of anyone that could help them without much of a ruckus.

“Well if we need a unicorn… we could ask Lyra. She and Bon Bon live nearby,” Big Mac spoke up, remembering the closest neighbour that had a unicorn residing in their house was only a few minutes away.

“Yeah but that’s in town, and I really don’t think walking around like this in public is the smartest idea. Last thing we need right now is to be hauled off to some dusty old dungeons for scarring a few fillies or colts, or anypony at all for that matter,” Sugar Belle replied.

“True but… we could just cover this up,” Big Mac rebutted as his eyes started to scan the large barn.

“What are you talking about?” Sugar Belle asked.

“I mean we could wrap ourselves in a large enough blanket and walk into town without ponies getting suspicious or something.” Big Mac turned his face and smiled as he saw the corner of an old black and blue fire blanket, neatly folded behind a haystack.

"Yeah, because walking around with a large blanket draped over your body in the middle of the day isn't suspicious looking at all." Sugar Belle rolled her eyes but immediately knew that was the only course of action they could take. "Well, looks like we have no choice in the matter." Sugar Belle took a deep breath and tried to light up her horn again, only making sure to put in as little magic as possible so it didn't fizzle out again. "I've got enough magic in me to cover us with the blanket, just bring me close enough."

"You sure you can handle it? I don't want you to over do it," Big Mac asked sincerely.

"Its okay, hun. I can handle it," she replied, remaining confident yet also unsure herself.

Big Mac nodded and began to turn his body in the direction of the blanket but stopped before he could even lift his back legs. Both ponies tensed up as the penis locking the two together shifted. Sugar Belle moaned while Big Mac kept himself steady.

"Slowly d-dear. Try shuffling maybe," Sugar Belle stammered out.

Big Mac nodded his head and slowly resumed moving his body. Doing as she suggested, he began to drag his back hooves against the ground. Though his erection still moved inside of her, it wasn't as prominent as before and he began to shuffle on all fours.

Though they were only about ten feet from the blanket, Big Mac took his time, worried taking a bigger step would send him or his wife into another climax. Being hard and on edge made him dangerously close to finish, yet he did his best to refrain from rocking Sugar Belle's body under him. He continued to move and what would have otherwise taken mere seconds, took just under a minute for him to get close enough.

When he was close, Sugar Belle focused her mind again and being careful to not overdo herself, she grabbed the edge of the blanket with her magic, unfolded it, and draped it over Big Mac's body, causing everything around her to darken. As it came across his body, Sugar Belle's nose twitched as the musty old blanket let off a thin layer of dust and old hay while at the same time filled her nostrils with an unpleasant scent. She made the mistake of breathing it in too quickly through her nose and without warning, she began to sneeze.

"Ah-achoo!" She sneezed loudly into his chest as the sudden rush of magic went to her head and cancelled her spell out again.

As she sneezed, Big Mac tensed up and groaned as her body clenched around his erection. His expression contorted and his eyes went wide for a second before he regained himself.

"Ach-aho!" She sneezed again but found it came out as what could only be described as a rather unpleasant mix between a sneeze and a moan.

"Dearrrrrrr..." Big Mac groaned weakly as her body squeezed even harder around his erection. His expression twisted again and the right side of his face twitched uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry, hun, it got in mah-my nose," she replied, barely able to hold back the next one building up.

Big Mac just let out an exasperated sigh as he tried to relax his body. While he did that, Sugar Belle weakly lit up her horn one final time, doing her best to even out the blanket. When she did, she noticed that though they were covered, her face wasn't and she could view the world through a break in the blanket. Thankfully all she had to do was take the corner of the blanket and wrap it loosely around Big Mac's neck and hold it in place. Sadly there was nothing small enough nearby to hold it.

"Hun, you'll need to hold the corner of this in your mouth as you walk," she told him as she floated the corner up to his face.

Big Mac didn't reply, but he acknowledged her words and bit down on the blanket. Sadly for the both of them, the tip of Sugar Belle's mane hung so low that the end of the mane itself, that was tied with two ponytail beads, was visible to anyone from an outside vantage point…

"If it gets too hot for me, I’ll give you a heads up so you can tell me if anypony is around. If not, I'll be able to fluff the blanket so some fresh air can get in.”

"You sure you'll be okay, dear?" Big Mac asked, his teeth still clamped on the blanket.

"I'll be fine, honey. I got this… scratch that, we've got this," Sugar Belle replied with a burst of confidence in her voice. "Just take your time and let’s hope nopony questions why you're walking around with a blanket."

Big Mac nodded his head, and while he wasn't as confident as she was, he knew to trust in her. Sadly, that bit of confidence faded as he turned to the door. Now what was only twenty or so feet away, now looked like a mile to him, yet the sinking feeling only got worse when he realized it would be even further to their destination once they actually got outside the barn. He took a breath and began to shuffle again, only to stop as a soft, yet audible squeak came from under the blanket.

It was going to be a long walk.

I'm Afraid Knot

Time had passed, a fair amount that neither ponies cared to keep track of. Slowly but surely, Big Mac had found his way out of the barn and managed to leave the property without catching the attention of Applejack or Rainbow Dash. He even made it into town without much issue; minus making his wife climax as they reached the outskirts of Ponyville, he kept himself in check and continued to walk.

As he made his way from home, he eventually found a more comfortable way to walk, while at the same time keeping their bodies from moving too much. While it drove both of them a bit more ragged and kept Big Mac on the edge of giving in and rutting his wife on the spot, they knew it would be more beneficial to reach Lyra and Bon Bon’s house sooner rather than later.

Even better was when they entered town, barely any of the town's residence gave them any trouble. Sure they got a few odd stares, a random giggle here and there, and double takes from time to time, yet no one bothered Big Mac about it.

Sadly, their good luck was starting to run out.

The more Big Mac walked, the more he found it hard to resist his aching erection. He did well and held out for a long time, considering the last time he came was back when they were actually having sex. Now, with how much time had passed and him doing his best to delay himself, the line between common sense and the urge to rut Sugar Belle was fading fast.

He gave his head a shake and tried to focus his vision on his destination. Lyra and Bon Bon’s house was, thankfully, in sight and he would reach it in about forty or so steps. Sadly he wouldn't be able to make it another ten.

"How are you holding up, hun?" Sugar Belle asked from under the blanket.

Big Mac just groaned deeply and clenched his butt cheeks together in a last ditch effort to settle himself.

"Sugar Belle, darling. I really, really, really need to..." he groaned as his words started to trail off. "I really need to cum now, dear."

For a second it went quiet as Big Mac came to a stop, no longer able to even walk. Standing still he tried to not fidget his back legs, as any movement made it harder for him to control himself.

"How many ponies are nearby?" she asked, much to his surprise.

Quickly swivelling his head, he peered around him and counted. Thankfully the lunch hour had ended and most of the townsfolk were either already back at work or just walking around.

"Just five," he groaned. "No one is paying attention to me either."

"How close are you?" she followed up with his response.

"I just need ten seconds." His hips suddenly moved on their own accord, his will on its last leg, before he regained his composure.

"Can you be subtle?" she asked.

Big Mac didn't know how to reply to that question and instead gave his hips a weak thrust. As he did, he felt his front legs bend forward, while his back legs stiffened up. For a few seconds it went quiet and Big Mac wasn't sure what she was going to say to him, but as she suddenly rested her face against his chest, she spoke in a hushed but determined whisper the words he wanted to hear.

"Go for it."

Big mac snorted loudly and relaxed his body fully. Now unhindered, he stiffened his back legs more, while bending his front legs as well. Making sure Sugar Belle's head didn't collide with the ground, Big Mac arched his rear slightly. Both ponies groaned with pleasure as Sugar Belle slid about half an inch off his erection. Even though the rope prevented her from sliding more, it was more than enough room for him.

He began to thrust and while a hushed moan came from Sugar Belle, he didn't stop and quickly found a suitable rhythm. As frantic as his mind was, he kept his bucks subtle like Sugar Belle wanted and no one looked at him as he rutted his wife.

Like he told her prior, ten seconds was all he needed, and as quickly as it started, it was already coming to an end. He gritted his teeth as his erection started to tingle with an intense sensation and he got ready to release that last bit of pent up cum he had left.

And then their luck had finally ran dry.

"Oh, Big Maaaaac!" a very vibrant and upbeat voice played out.

Oh no… both ponies thought in unison.

Big Mac's body stiffened up as he blew his load but his mind was no longer focused on that. Looking to his left as he slowly turned his head, he swallowed back his horror as the last pink party pony he wanted to see was, literally, bouncing towards him.

"Please don't tell me that's Pinkie," Sugar Belle spoke in a fearful whisper.

"E-eeyup," Big Mac stammered out and he pulled his shaky body back up to a proper standing position.

"Is she coming this way?"

"Eeyuuup." Big Mac forced an awkward smile as Pinkie Pie was now within earshot of them both.

"Oh god… well you got this, honey. Good luck!" Sugar Belle replied as she suddenly went quiet.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, dear," Big Mac said dramatically, his smile not fading.

"Hey Big Mac, whatcha doin'?" Pinkie Pie chimed in as she stopped bouncing and came to a halt just a few feet away from him.

"W-well I… uhh, I sah j-just… I was just heading to… I-I mean I was." Big Mac couldn't find his words properly and instead they spilled out like verbal diarrhea. Meanwhile as he tried to get a handle on his thoughts, Pinkie Pie couldn't help but stare at the blanket covering his body.

"You going to a slumber party by any chance? I thought only fillies did that kind of thing. Wait, who’s having a party and didn't tell me about it!?" Pinkie Pie asked cheerfully, before her expression quickly turned right around and was now one filled with annoyance and a bit of anger.

Before he could answer, Pinkies neck stretched out, more than a pony’s neck should be allowed, and she put her nose right to his and kept her wide eyes deadpanned on him.

"It's not a party. I'm just-" he started to say but stopped as Pinkie pulled her head back into a proper position.

"Not a party?" Pinkie replied quizzically as she tilted her head slightly. "Then why are you walking around with a blanket on a ho-"

Suddenly Pinkie stopped talking mid sentence and Big Mac was unsure of what she was doing until he saw her nose start to twitch. Before he knew it, Pinkie started to look around her, sniffing the air, almost like a dog searching for clues to something. As her face went into the ground and continued to sniff, Big Mac just watched silently until he realized what she was looking for.

He tensed up, his lips trembled, and his fake expression sank into one of sheer horror as the smell of sex hung in the air, almost like a lingering fart that wouldn't go away. Considering he had came mere seconds before Pinkie arrived, he suddenly wanted to find the nearest hole to hide in and stay there forever.

Big Mac didn't move though, his fear and embarrassment kept him rooted to the ground. Suddenly Pinkie stopped sniffing the air and locked her eyes on the blanket covering him. A bead of sweat started to run down Big Mac’s brow as her eyes continuously switched between his face and the blanket.

"Oooohhhhh, I see," Pinkie said slyly as she pulled herself up and began to walk to his side.

"Umm, what are you talking about?" Big Mac replied meekly as he tried to back away.

"Oh don't be silly, I know exactly what is going on here," she chuckled at him before she came to a stop and suddenly put her face a few inches in front of the blanket near his chest before speaking quietly. "You okay under there, Sugar Belle?"

“P-Pinkie how did y-" Sugar Belle's voice suddenly spoke, causing Big Mac to nearly have a panic attack.

"I can see your ponytail." Pinkie brought her hoof up to her jaw and placed it on the side, almost like she was trying to nonchalantly whisper.

Suddenly the sound of a horn lighting up with magic played out and the mane was no longer visible. Pinkie just snorted quickly before she focused on Big Mac. However as Pinkie turned her attention, Big Mac was lost in his own thoughts. Staring mindlessly forward, he thought back to when he was walking and how certain ponies were giggling at him. At first he thought it was merely the fact that he was covered up that made them laugh. Now he knew otherwise.

They knew.

Big Mac's heart sank into his stomach, and if Sugar Belle wasn't tied to him he would have sank into the ground in order to try and feel as little as possible.

"Never pictured you as a kinky exhibitionist, Big Mac. I always assumed you were just the type to hold hooves in bed," Pinkie coyly said as she gently nudged the elbow of her front leg into his shoulder a few times.

"Pinkie please, this isn't what it looks like," Sugar Belle spoke up.

"Oh?" Pinkie replied, looking back to the blanket.

"W-we had a bit of an accident with a rope," Big Mac added in, doing his best to not cry.

"Oh?" Pinkie looked back up at Big Mac.

"And we were just finding somepony to help us so we can get untied," Sugar Belle continued.

"Oooohhh." Pinkie looked down at the blanket.

"And we were… just heading to Lyra's place so she could cut us loose," Big Mac finished off as the situation came to a close.

"Oooohhh, okay. Well if you just needed somepony to cut you free, you could have just asked me," Pinkie said as she started to reach for her mane.

"No no, no. Not in public please," Big Mac spouted off as his eyes went wide and he could see Pinkie starting to pull a pair of comically oversized scissors from her mane.

"Aww you sure? I could cut you free right now," Pinkie pouted as her hoof came to a stop.

"Pinkie please, we really don't want anypony else to see us, especially without the blanket, " Sugar Belle replied in a frantic tone as she realized what was potentially coming.

"Okay, fair enough," Pinkie replied unexpectedly as she pushed the scissors back into her mane, much to both their amazement. "Anyhow, I'll let you two carry on. Can't let you stay tied together all day now can I? Ooh! This also gives me a fun new idea for a party!

Before either could reply, Pinkie suddenly zoomed off in the direction of Sugarcube Corner. Now left to their own devices again, a slightly awkward silence filled the air.

"She's gone right?" Sugar Belle asked, finally breaking the silence.

"Eeyup."

"Are we close to Lyra's yet?"

"Eeyup." Big Mac refocused and looked in the direction of their destination.

"Do… you feel better now that you aren’t hard anymore?"

Big Mac paused as he realized what she meant. Thanks to their little chat with Pinkie, Big Mac never noticed that he went soft. Now with his penis no longer smothered by Sugar Belle's moist inner walls, he was able to relax, thanks to it being tucked away back in its sheath. He fidgeted his back legs and though he could feel semen run down his thighs, he was relieved more than anything.

"I feel a lot better," Big Mac spoke with a deep sigh of content in his voice as he began to trot for his destination. "Let’s hurry to Lyra's."

Unfortunately, as he started to walk, he failed to notice the snail trail of semen that they left behind them…

What's Knot to Like

Knock, knock, knock.

No response.

“Try knocking a bit harder, dear,” Sugar Belle suggested.

Thonk, thonk, thonk!

“One minute, I’m coming!” A voice replied from within. Though it carried the tune of someone shouting, both ponies at the door could barely make it out. Yet, from the voice they heard, they both knew it was Bon Bon’s.

“Thank goodness they are home,” Big Mac sighed with relief, knowing that he wouldn’t have to come up with a secondary plan. “I really didn’t want to chase after Pinkie.”

“You and me both,” Sugar Belle replied.

As they both quietly waited, Big Mac’s mind went towards the rather eccentric couple that awaited them. Though he had known them for a long time, much longer than he could actually remember, he never really talked to them on a daily basis. Fortunately that changed when Big Mac first proposed to Sugar Belle. Thinking back to that interesting day of events, many things stood out, yet nothing was more interesting than the fact that Lyra and Bon Bon had also proposed to each other as well. Since that day, both couples visited each other almost on a daily basis and would swap stories with each other.

Suddenly the door knob began to shake and Big Mac discarded his thoughts, before looking to the door itself. When the door opened, Big Mac put a smile on his face as he was greeted by the beige earth pony inside.

“Oh? Hey, Big Mac. What brings you to our humble little home today… and what's with the blanket?” Bon Bon asked, surprised to see the large stallion earlier than he and Sugar Belle usually visited.

“Hiya, Bonnie. Is… Lyra home by any chance?” Big Mac asked as he stared inside.

“Yeah, she’s just warming up a tea kettle actually. Oh, would you like to join us for tea?” Bon Bon asked as she turned her head towards the interior of the house.

“Actually I… we need a slight favor,” Big Mac replied as he spat out the edge of the blanket he had been holding in his mouth ever since he left the barn.

“We? Who are you...Oh?” Bon Bon replied, her eyes looking to the blanket as the sight of Sugar Belle’s upside down face poked through the crack of it.

While Sugar Belle smiled sheepishly at her, Bon Bon became confused to what was going on between the two of them.

“Care to explain this?” Bon Bon asked.

“Can we come in first?” Sugar Belle asked in return.

“Uhh, sure. Come make yourselves cozy,” Bon Bon replied as she stepped to the side and let both of them into the house.

Wasting no time, Big Mac trotted in and as the door closed behind him, he let out a sigh and fully relaxed his body. Though he wanted to sit, he remained standing as to not make it uncomfortable for Sugar Belle.

“So… care to explain?” Bon Bon asked again as she walked around Big Mac until she was in front of him again.

“How about we just show you,” Sugar Belle replied as the sound of magic started to play out.

For a second there was nothing, but as Sugar Belle’s magic started to wrap around the blanket she began to move it away. Unsure of what to expect, Bon Bon readied herself and couldn’t help but blush as the blanket came fully off, revealing the trapped mare underneath.

“Oh? Oh my gosh, what did you two do!?” Bon Bon blushed as she closed her eyes, and brought her hoof up to cover her eyesight as well.

“We um… We kinda experimented,” Sugar Belle replied meekly as both her and Big Mac began to blush themselves.

“I can see that,” Bon Bon replied as she opened her eyes and positioned her hoof with her line of sight to block out the rather sticky underside of Big Mac and Sugar Belle's crotch. “But why do you need Lyra for this?”

“You two were the only ones we could think of,” Big Mac replied as he turned his head to his side and eyeballed the rope.

“I tangled the rope by accident,” Sugar Belle broke in as Bon Bon’s eyes latched onto the knot itself.

“And you didn’t think to ask your sister?” Bon Bon asked Big Mac.

“She’ll never let us live this down, plus Rainbow Dash is at the farm today as well,” Big Mac said.

“Okay I see. But why not just cut it yourself?” Bon Bon asked, growing more curious to the strange chain of events.

“Hedge trimmers were dull and I exhausted my magic trying to cut with them. Plus there weren’t any other tools in the barn that could cut through a rope. Since my magic was gone and there was no way Big Mac could reach the rope… we kinda came here,” Sugar Belle replied as the string of events came to a close.

“Ah, okay. I see what you need Lyra for,” Bon Bon remarked as she lowered her hoof but quickly brought it back up as her face got more red. “Lyra, could you grab a knife and bring it to the front door!?” Bon Bon shouted as she turned to the kitchen area, before looking back to her guests. “How long have you two been-”

“Yeah sure, one minute!” A rather spunky and tomboyish voice rang out from the kitchen, stopping the conversation mid sentence. “You want the sharp one or the serrated one!?”

“Which one cuts a rope better!?” Bon Bon shouted back.

“A sharp, heated one! Gimme a second!” Lyra replied.

“Don't you put it in the microwave again!”

“I’m warming it up on the element, calm your teats, Bonnie! Jeez, I put it in once and you won’t let me forget will ya?”

Bon Bon opened her mouth as she got ready to reply but stopped herself as she felt the gaze of her house guests trained on her.

“Sorry, my bad.” She blushed before she smiled meekly at them. “How long have you two been tied together anyway?”

“Don’t worry about it. Anyhow, we kinda lost track of time actually,” Big Mac replied and he brought his hoof up to his mane, before rubbing it back nervously.

“I’m guessing a while then,” Bon Bon remarked as a new question came to mind. “Sooo… have you been doing it ever since?”

Big Mac just blushed and looked away.

“Well, technically yes but no at the same time,” Sugar Belle said as she gave her hips a wiggle.

Bon Bon cocked an eyebrow at her.

“With us tied together, we kinda couldn’t control it as we made our way here.” Sugar Belle started to blush as she recalled all her orgasms throughout the day.

Bon Bon opened her mouth to speak, but at the corner of her vision the sight of a white substance coated the floor. Looking to it, she quickly figured out what it was thanks to the trail of it connecting to Big Mac's crotch and the door. Growing more curious she trotted to the door and opened it up.

“I… didn’t realize we made a mess,” Sugar Belle muttered with shock on her face as she noticed the line of cum on the floor and ground outside. “Honey, how did you not notice that!?”

“I didn’t think about it!” Big Mac replied, becoming more flustered and embarrassed himself. “It… must have all came out when I went soft… wait, how did you not feel it either!?”

“Well after your dick was inside of me for so long, pardon me for not feeling relieved and noticing the large pool of jizz seeping out of me!” Sugar Belle snapped back, just as embarrassed as he was.

Big Mac opened his mouth to speak but noticed Bon Bon looking at them both while trying to hold back a laugh. “Umm... sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Bon Bon replied before turning her eyes back to the line of semen. “Oh wow.” Her face blushed even more and she could see a rather long line of it stretching down the brown path, before it came to a stop near a pool of it. “That’s… actually impressive.”

As she looked at it, she could see a few townsfolk also inspecting the glistening cum as well, and much to Bon Bon’s surprise, and morbid enjoyment, one of the mares looking at it had touched it with her hoof and brought it up to her face, before she sniffed it and gave it a questionable lick. It was made even more enjoyable when the mare started to run away with a disgusted look on her face. Bon Bon chuckled under her breath but quickly turned around and closed the door behind her.

“So… How many times?” Bon Bon asked both of them with a grin on her face.

“Well-”

“Hey Bonnie, I got… the… knife.”

All three ponies looked back to the kitchen as a mint colored unicorn walked out of it with a red hot knife floating beside her horn.

“Hi, Big Mac and... Sugar Belle,” Lyra greeted them with hesitation in her voice as she trotted towards them slowly, while taking in the odd sight before her. “Bonnie, this isn’t one of your silly bondage ideas again is it? I mean at least invite them to tea before you invite them to bed.”

All three ponies tensed up and exchanged puzzled looks before Big Mac and Sugar Belle looked away and laughed, while Bon Bon simply sighed with annoyance and slapped her hoof into her own face.

“No! Don’t be stupid, Lyra! T-these two were ‘experimenting’ earlier and got tangled up. Just… just cut them free please,” Bon Bon replied, her face now as red as a tomato.

“Oooookay then,” Lyra replied as she got closer. “I’d rather not ask how this story played out anyway. Where do you want me to cut?”

“Oh! One second,” Sugar Belle said as she focused her magic on the rope around her front hooves and got ready to tug the bow. “If you could cut the knot on our hips, that would be great.”

Lyra turned her vision to the rope at their waist, and unlike Bon Bon, she didn’t care to shield her eyes from the curious sight before her.

“Sure, no problem,” Lyra replied as she floated the knife to the knot and began to carve at it.

Big Mac winced as the hot blade singed a few of his coat hairs around the knot, but thankfully as she cut at it, he never got burned from it. As Lyra was just about to finish cutting through the rope, Sugar Belle pulled the bow and after a few seconds both ropes gave out and she fell to the floor below. When she landed, both Big Mac and her took a deep breath. Now with their hot and sweaty bodies finally apart, both were able to relax completely again.

"You feel better now, dear?" Big Mac asked, as he took a step back and began to sit down.

"Uh huh," she sighed with content as she stared at the ceiling. "Feels great to be on solid ground again."

Both Lyra and Bon Bon chuckled and smiled at each other. While they did that, Big Mac sighed again as his rear met the ground. The feeling didn't last long though, as Big Mac winced and straightened back up thanks to the feeling of the sticky spunk on the floor. Starting to turn around, Big Mac came to a stop and his face felt flushed as the sight of his wife's cum-soaked backside greeted him. He wanted to chuckle at the image of it, but he stopped himself as he noticed a small, yet noticeable pool of it had flowed out of her.

"Umm... dear, you're kinda making a mess," he said, turning his head back to her.

For a second the words didn't register in Sugar Belle's mind as she was still staring at the ceiling while processing her thoughts. As she focused, she began to pull her stiff body upward.

"What are you talking… oh." As she brought her head up and looked to where Big Mac was pointing, she blushed and brought a hoof to her mouth. Seeing what he was seeing, Sugar Belle instinctively closed her legs and flared up her horn. Putting a makeshift magical bandage over her privates in order to stop anymore from coming out, she rose to a standing position.

"Sorry. That's kind of embarrassing… I—can we use your bathroom?" she asked, fidgeting on the spot.

"Go ahead," Bon Bon replied, doing her best to not laugh out loud at the embarrassed mare. "You remember where it is?"

"Up the stairs, third door on the right?" Sugar Belle asked in return.

Bon Bon nodded her head and moved out of the way so both ponies could get by. Both Big Mac and Sugar Belle smiled at her before they began to trot for the stairs. As they started to make their way up, Lyra and Bon Bon focused their attention on the mess on the floor.

"You ever think you would see this kind of thing?" Lyra asked as she floated the now cooled knife to the floor, before picking up the ropes.

"You see a lot of weird things in this crazy town. Never thought I would see this though. Anyway we shou-” Bon Bon answered but stopped herself as she saw a cheeky expression forming on Lyra's face as she examined the ropes.

"Don't even think it," Bon Bon said as she swiftly grabbed one of the ropes with her hoof.

"What? I'm not thinking about anything," Lyra replied, looking at Bon Bon for a second before looking away.

"Don't even try to hide it, I know that look on your face. Besides, I don't think that two mares can do this like a regular couple can."

"Not with that attitude, we wouldn't." Lyra floated the rope more into the air, before she gave her chin a rub with her hoof. "We could do this… yeah, we got a strap-on so we could easily try this."

"Lyra, we are not-"

Lyra floated the rope more in front of Bon Bon’s face, as her expression changed into that of a fiendishly smug mare.

"You know you wanna try this out." Lyra wiggled the rope along with her eyebrows at Bon Bon, causing the beige mare to become flustered. "I'll even let you play top."

As flustered as she was becoming, the thought of it became more prominent as the idea of being the one carrying Lyra played out in her mind. They always treated each other as equals when it came to bed play, yet Bon Bon had a preference for being on top. She knew that. Lyra knew that, and she knew that Lyra knew that as well.

"I-I'll think about. But we'll talk about this later, " Bon Bon stammered out as she tried to refocus on the task at hand. "We’ve got a mess and guests to tend to."

"I knew you couldn't resist," Lyra replied, her grin getting bigger, before she let her cheeks go down and her expression went back into a normal one. "But you're right. If you wanna get the tea ready for all of us, I'll mop up this mess. Besides, they probably wanna unwind after that whole ordeal anyway."

Both mares nodded in agreement and turned in opposing directions. As Bon Bon made her way to the kitchen, Lyra looked to a nearby closet for a mop and bucket. As she looked and began to walk, she couldn't help but switch her eyes between the rope and the semen on the floor. She smirked and made a mental note to ask Sugar Belle about the specifics later on.

fin~