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.