Swift Bound sighed, the scenario playing out around him was not an unfamiliar one..

Once again the local party mare, Pinkie Pie, was holding a wild party for one reason or the other. There were so many Swift had stopped keeping track of the themes or reason. The dance floor was full of mares dancing, their bodies looking so exotic in the colorful lights that glided over them.

Most of the stallions were out to the side, enjoying the drinks, laughing, eating, only a few were out on the dance floor, where Swift's attention was drawn.

He would have loved to be out there among them, only one problem, like so often when there was a party, he was tied to a chair, and gagged with a scarf...

It was nothing sexual, sadly.. His body had simply been secured with thick coils of rope, and a white scarf had been tied around his muzzle, muffling whatever words he might have to share with the world around him.

It wasn't because he was disliked, or that ponies didn't enjoy his company, but Swift did have bad self control, and when being affected by the high energy around him, his self control became even worse. When he lost control he often invaded mares personal space, touching them, mainly their flanks, whispering very lewd stuff, and inviting them to come home with him and have some fun. Most mares had gotten used to him, but as a response, and to make sure he could behave himself, they tied him up during public gatherings.. He had gotten used to it, and they always let him go once the energy started to die down enough.

Swift was the town pervert, much like how Berry Punch was the town drunk, it was the label that had been assigned to them because of their vices.

His lack of self control was one thing however, what he had managed to keep hidden was another.. Swift Bound loved bondage, with passion, to him it was a way of life, he loved it as much as Octavia loved music, or Twilight her books, or Rainbow Dash and her flying!

To him, it was art, a nicely bound and gagged damsel was his ultimate fantasy..

He also had a talent for it, he was very good at tying mares up, which was why his cutie mark was a piece of rope in a loose heart shaped knot. Thankfully however, ponies thought it had something to do with him creating powerful bonds, or him being a good scout, or something of that nature, nobody suspected his real special talent, which he hid.

It wasn't like he was embarrassed about his talent, but he knew ponies all around him would look at him with new eyes, afraid he might kidnap them or something. He let out another sigh through his nose, knowing it would have to remain a fantasy, nothing more..

Looking over to the dance floor again, he saw an orange mare, Applejack, dancing with her Pegasus friend, Rainbow Dash. He found himself staring at them, as he often did whenever he saw a pretty mare, and of course he imagined them having them both tied together on his bed at home. While Rainbow had the slick body of an athlete, Applejack had the muscles of a hard working farm mare, which gave him more fantasies about using her lasso against her. Another sigh left his nose.

"Bad idea.."

A deep voice said from beside him. It came from the stallion guarding him, Applejack's brother, Big Macintosh, or Big Mac as ponies called him. Big Mac didn't look at him, nor at the dance floor, he was busying himself with a book, chewing on something. Yet even if he didn't look at him, he had somehow sensed Swift's eyes on his little sister.

Big Macintosh liked Swift, like so many other stallions around town. To them, they saw him as a sort of hero, maybe not in a moral sense, but seeing him going around and saying whatever he felt like saying to the cute mares did earn him some respect. And while Big Mac thought of himself as Swift's friend, he did put his hoof down when it came to his sister. And while he did not approve of Swift's actions, he understood he could not help himself, which was also the reason he so often volunteered to guard him.

Swift understood the friendly warning, and found other mares to look at for now, but his eyes quickly met with those of another. A mare, a white unicorn with that trademark stylish indigo colored mane, it could be none other than Rarity. She smiled, having met his eyes in the crowd, she trotted towards him, holding two drinks in her magic.

"Good evening you two." Rarity said, her accent tickling Swift's ears.

"Good evening Miss Rarity." Big Mac said politely, giving her a nod.

"Gnnn mfmnnng Rnrnphm." Swift tried to say into his gag, trying to say what Big Mac said, just without the miss. Rarity giggled at his attempt, which was common for mares, finding him tied up and still wanting to get them made them blush and giggle at him often, finding it adorable.

Rarity looked to Big Mac and gave him a confident smile. "Mr. Macintosh, why don't you go and enjoy yourself? I think Swift must be quite thirsty, I shall watch over him for a while."

Big Mac looked at Rarity for a few seconds, then at Swift, then back at Rarity. "Well alright, just be careful, Miss Rarity."

"Don't worry yourself darling, I will be quite alright."

"Alright then, you two have fun now." And with that, the massive red stallion left Swift and Rarity to themselves.

Swift watched him trot away for a few seconds, then he looked at Rarity who placed the drinks on a small table. "So." She began. "Are you enjoying the party?"

Swift shrugged, he was so used to being like this whenever the town was gathered, this had become his way of going out, as annoying as it could be at times. "Nph'ph nmrnghph."

Rarity giggled again. "How about we take that off for now dear?" Without waiting for a nod, Rarity reached up with a hoof and pulled the white scarf down from his muzzle, letting it hang around his neck. "There, much better."

Swift let out a deep breath. "Thanks Rares.."

She smirked. "Not a problem darling."

Rarity was probably Swift's oldest friend, the two of them used to play a lot back when she first moved to Ponyville. Rarity was probably the reason he liked tying up mares so much, because their favorite game as foals were damsel in distress. First he would play the villain kidnapper and tying up the damsel, Rarity. Then he would play the knight in shining armor, saving her, and get a kiss on the cheek for his heroics.

One could almost say they were sort of childhood sweethearts, but it wasn't anything serious enough to stick as they got older. Still, they remained friends, and if it was not for that, Swift doubted she would ever want something to do with him. She could be quite a prude at times, though Rarity never admitted it.

"Want something to drink?" She asked, already levitating the glass up towards his lips.

He smiled, grateful she had brought him something other than cupcakes, which Pinkie on occasion stuffed into his mouth so he could be a part of that as well. "Yes please." He drank it all, feeling refreshed by the cool liquid.

"I hope the ropes are not too tight darling." She said, a hint of worry in her eyes.

Swift shook his head. "It's fine, though I don't understand why I have to be like this." He lied, knowing exactly why. Rarity did too, but she took it in strides, almost finding it amusing.

"Yes you do, but that's besides the point, as long as you're not hurting." Levitating the glass back down to the table, she took a sip of her own. "So, how is it going with your therapy? Is it helping at all with your, uhm.." She blushed slightly, only giving a quick glance down to his crotch area. "Wants.."

Swift pretended not to see, despite him being a perv, he didn't want to embarrass her. Despite that sentiment, he still proceeded with the following confession. "It's gotten a bit better, but seeing so many mares dancing, I just want to bend them over while I pound them with my glowing rod.." He looked at Rarity. "You too, I just want to bend you over and.." He closed his eyes tightly, taking a few deep breaths as his doctor had told him to do whenever he felt like this.

Rarity in the meantime blushed, biting her lower lip as she thought about what he had just said. It was nothing new of course, but Swift was not a bad looking stallion, he just had his quirks. "Well, ahem.." She cleared her throat, looking out to the dance floor. "I'm glad it at least helps you in some way."

"I guess.." Swift said with a small sigh.

"What's up Rarity!" A raspy voice called, and both of the ponies looked ahead to see Rainbow Dash and Applejack walking over. "What are you doing over here with Mr pervert?"

Rainbow Dash had always loved to tease him, she wasn't mean or anything, and some of her jokes were funny at times, but other times it was hard to deal with. He could practically smell the alcohol on her, even from this distance, which meant her teasing would be worse than simple name calling.

Rarity sighed. "I was just bringing him something to drink, that's all."

"Well, you just be careful now, ya hear?" Applejack said, more clear headed than Rainbow Dash. Applejack had always been more, at odds with Swift. They were friends, kinda, and she could tolerate him, but she never showed any sort of interest in his words or advances, in fact, she would tie him to a tree herself, or buck him into next week if he annoyed her too much. Still, there was no ill will between them, and if Applejack did indeed somehow, deep inside her like it, she hid it well, Swift had no clue either way.

"Oh stop it Applejack, he isn't that bad." Rarity insisted, even though knowing her friend's self control was not the best, in fact, it was the worst. Still, he wasn't a criminal, he always held back, and he never forced himself on anypony.

Rainbow snorted. "Please, if this guy could, he would be hitting on every mare in here, after giving their flanks a smack. He likes flanks." She started to laugh, and it was clear she was drunk. "Look, I'll prove it!" And before anypony could stop her, she made a slight jump, and planted her rear in his lap, sitting with her back turned to him.

Swift froze, he dared not move as he hadn't expected Rainbow to go this far. Then again, she was really drunk tonight. Mostly her teases would be swaying her flanks, winking at him, telling him something dirty, then telling him he would wish he could before leaving him.

This was new however, and he soon felt how soft, yet very firm her rear was. It had a perfect shape and balance, the mark of an athlete. Rainbow smirked. "See, he likes it!" She declared while the two other mares blushed.

"A-alright sugarcube, ah think that's enough." Applejack said, trying to get her friend to remove herself from the town perv.

"No no, wait wait, watch this!" Rainbow said, a mischievous smile on her face. Swift looked at her, still not daring to move as he had been taken completely off guard by this. His eyes grew wide as he suddenly felt Rainbow moving her rear back and forth, grinding her rear against his crotch.

"Mf-fu...dge..." He groaned, snapping out of his shock and started to move his hips as much as he could. "Dash, I want to plow you..." He groaned, drawing even bigger blush from the two onlookers.

Rainbow however let out a triumphant laugh. "Hah! Told you, look how much he loves it!" Applejack was about to say something else, but Rainbow simply turned around, moving her forelegs around his neck, her nose close to his, almost touching. Her hot breath hit his lips as she looked deeply into his eyes. He could feel her still grinding herself against him, just a little.

Her eyes closed, and little by little she moved her lips closer. Swift was once again taken off guard, but he closed his eyes as well, moving in for the kiss. Rainbow however had other motives, she opened her eyes, smirking, then reached down with her mouth, grabbed the scarf still hanging around his neck and started to pull it back up.

"Huh, what the-Mmfh??!" Rainbow pulled it back over his muzzle, their lips gracing one another for a short second when she brought the fabric past his mouth. She let go, then laughed and jumped down to the floor.

"See!? I told you he was a perv!" Rainbow wobbled a little, then almost fell if it was not for Applejack catching her.

"Ah think you had enough sugarcube, come on, you can sleep at our place tonight.." Applejack said gently, then nodded to Rarity before walking out with a half protesting Rainbow Dash.

Rarity sighed, then looked to Swift. "I'm so sorry about that darling.. Come by tomorrow for some tea, you know my door is always open." She moved up, gave his cheek a little peck, and then left him to wait for his guard to untie him after the party.

Swift looked as the three mares left, and then he glared. He struggled in his bonds, feeling a sort of need and rage he had never felt before. "Mmmfh!!" He was horny, and he needed a mare! NOW!

IT WAS NOT FAIR!!!

Big Mac came back over and sighed. "Ah am sorry about that Swift, that wasn't fair to ya.. But I'm sorry, until you've calmed down, ah can't let you go.."

"Ffffhck.." Swift sighed, knowing Big Mac was right, for now anyway. He was tired of being tied up like this, it was like a slap to his face when he knew what his talent was. He needed to show them, needed to show them all... One day....

Author's Note

End of chapter one, just something I did when I had a bit of writers block on the other stories.

Just needed something with less of an important plot point. Sorry if you expected full on action int he first chapter, but as I wrote, It won't be a hardcore porn story, just something vanilla with some story for fun.

Chapters will be released when they are ready and I need to write something less important.