Pulling the Strings

by BlueRiddle

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4358

An adventuring mare stops at a roadside tavern and finds it eerily empty, save for a single patron. It's been a while for her, so why not use him for some "stress relief"? He couldn't possibly resist...

Kinks: orgasm denial, bondage, body control, dubious consent.

A certain pegasus has been travelling for quite some time. Going on adventures, stealing from the rich and giving to... herself. And while she did offer her help whenever she came across any troubled towns or villages, like a typical adventurer, the local laws were often a mere suggestion for her, making her quite the nuisance anywhere she showed up.

Such a lifestyle did not leave her with much private time. It was hard to find a stallion when travelling around so much; and with such a reputation, too. She couldn't even get herself off: trying to do so with hooves was really awkward, and ultimatelly fruitless, the wings were barely more than a lightly teasing tickle, and she wasn't anywhere near flexible enough to go at it with her muzzle.

All that, understandably, left her pent up. Especially with all those sexy studs walking around, yet none of them willing to fuck.

One day, she found yet another attractive stallion, alone in a tavern. And then, instincts took over. Though it seems like she may have underestimated him...

Published 2021-05-18 00:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-05-18 00:00:01 UTC

Stringing the Puppet

A black unicorn stallion with a purple mane was sitting in the main room of the tavern, on one of the stools near the bar. He had a fit, gently toned body shape, and seemed a little taller than the average. The navy blue cape on his shoulders faintly glistened with a magical, lavender light, reaching just barely past the waist. His long, flowing mane extended until just below the neck, and his tail was long enough to reach the floor from the stool. Still, despite the long hair, the shape of his body ensured he'd be difficult to mistake for a mare. Idly tapping on the bar with his hoof, he used magic to reach behind the counter and pour himself a cup, since even the bartender seemed strangely absent.

Suddenly, the tavern's door swung open, and a pegasus walked in. She seemed somewhat smaller than the average mare. Her mane was short, straight and light gray, going over one of her eyes, and her coat was green. As she looked at the stallion, she licked her lips and approached from behind. The clip-clopping of her hooves alerted him to her presence. He raised his head and looked back at her. Her face was slightly flushed, and her wings were somewhat stiff, raised just a bit off of her torso. He also sensed a particular scent from her. Somewhat pleasant, but certainly very distinct. Perfumes, perhaps?

"Hi there! What's your name?" she asked in a happy, cheerful voice.

The stallion looked at her for a moment, before replying, "Velvet. Velvet Mirage. And you are...?"

The mare licked her lips, staring at him intensely, with a wide grin. The sight sent shivers down his spine.

"Miss? Hello?" He waved a hoof in front of her, which seemed to work, as she suddenly twitched and shook her head.

"Oh, right, right. I'm Green Leaf! Nice to meet you!" She shook the stallion's hoof, holding it for longer than usual. "Say... want me to order you a drink?" she asked, as she sat down on the bar stool right next to him, leaning against the counter.

He simply looked down at what was already in his cup, and then back up again, at the mare, and then said, "If you can find the owner, sure. Seems like there's nobody home, though."

She chuckled at that.

"Right, right. Mind pouring me a cup as well, then?"

Velvet did just that. They then both spent some time in awkward silence. Idly sipping their drinks, or fiddling around. Though he couldn't help but notice her staring at him. At first, she was quickly turning away every time he looked at her, pretending not to stare. But eventually, she just began doing so shamelessly, not even trying to hide it... or the fact she wasn't looking just at his eyes. Or that hungry stare and predatory smile.

"Yes?" Velvet started again.

"Let's take this upstairs! Find ourselves a nice, quiet room..."

"You know, I'm not quite su-"

But before he could finish talking, the pegasus mare flapped her wings and pounced at him, knocking him down onto the floor, with her on top, keeping him pinned down despite his struggling. Unicorns weren't the best in these situations.

"That wasn't a suggestion, boy" she said, panting heavily, her warm breath washing against his face, the blush on her face growing bigger, as her wings began stiffening. Her tail was swishing left and right, brushing against his legs. "Wakey-wakey. It's time to play!"

She then pushed her head forward, her lips soon making contact with his, as being pinned against the floor kept him from pulling back. She hummed with satisfaction, her lips slowly brushing against his, the mare poking at them with her tongue. Meanwhile, she brushed her hooves along his sides, moving them slowly, up and down his body, at the same time swaying back and forth to brush her own torso against his, feeling their coats brush together. That feeling of pressure in her belly growing more and more tense. More than ready to release all that tension soon, as the stallion wiggled underneath her. She was getting quicker and more forceful with every moment, especially as she felt something poking her stomach.

This odd scent was now more than clear: the thick, damp smell of arousal which the whole mare was practically reeking of. Velvet struggled, trying to push against her or get her off him in some way, too shocked for any coordinated attempts at freeing himself. Meanwhile, as she raised her rear in the air, her hooves crawled all over his stomach, eventually finding his stiffening stallionhood. Then gripping it and lining it up, her motions growing quicker and less careful as both the pressure and the heat in her loins grew unbearable. Waiting until she could finally feel that stretch, that fullness... and blow off all the steam.

But then, she felt a strange sensation, sprawling all over her body. A weird tingle in her hooves, spreading up to her legs, and then the rest of her body. She opened her eyes and saw the unicorn she just pounced on staring at her with a faint smile, his horn glowing with a soft, lavender magical light. That's when the realisation hit her: she couldn't move at all! She was still able to breathe. She could move her chest. Her heart was still beating. She could blink and look around. She still felt the warmth of the stallion's body pressed up against hers, and the base of that shaft in her hooves, still expanding. And even quicker than just moments ago, too.

Another flash of his horn, and suddenly, she was forced to move, presumably by the magical force keeping her in place. She got off of him by rolling off to the side, and then stood up. Being moved effortlessly, like a puppet. No matter how much she strained and tried to resist, only the fantest of shakes and squirms got through. Why, to an outside observer, her motions would seem only a little stiff and wobbly.

The stallion calmly got off the floor as well, his stallionhood proud and stiff, bobbing up and down between his legs. So thick... she couldn't help but stare and think of it giving her the stretch she needed so desperately. But that wasn't up to her now, was it?

Meanwhile, Velvet circled around her. The bar stool she previously sat on had a shining wet patch on it, and the musky scent of arousal hung heavily in the air. He then lifted her tail with a hoof, leaving it up in the air, the magic keeping it in place even after he let go. There, the stallion saw the green mare's rump, round and pleasantly fluffy with healthy fat, along with her tailhole and, a bit lower, the puffy, glistening, twitching lips, their drool running down the inner side of the mare's legs, the fur soaked with her juices. And with a pink bud poking out from between them, near the bottom, where they connected, swollen and throbbing. Her loins already felt like they were on fire, with the pressure in her abdomen quickly growing unbearable, especially with him just... staring like that.

"Girl, aren't you just ready. Ready for me to just force myself into you" – he started, gently brushing her lower belly, just a few centimeters above her burning need, some of the juices dripping onto his hoof. In response, he saw an eager wink – "to just grab that fat clit and squeeze it" – his hoof circled around the inner side of her thigh and cupped her soft cheek, soon followed by the other hoof, both of which then spread her out, as her folds quivered with anticipation – "to stretch you, as much as you can take, and pound you silly" – his magic surrounded her nipples with magic, tugging on them with alternating motions, much like how one would milk an animal by hand – "to touch, poke, lick and suck your cute rosebud, to make you squirt like a fountain as I fill you up" – the magical grasp soon followed with her marehood, surrounding the very edge of her quivering lips and slowly pulling them apart, strings of juices still connecting the opposing walls for a few short moments. The huffs from the mare became very audible, as she gazed straight ahead, her entire body ready to be bred.

A loud moan escaped her mouth when she suddenly felt something hard and hot press against her belly, right between her teats. His magic squishing them together, to let her feel his stallionhood throb between them as it slid back and forth, rubbing across her belly. Right as he rested his front hooves on her back, Velvet pulled up, helping himself with magic to line himself up properly... and then he gently pressed the flat head of his cock against her puffed-out folds.

Beautiful, pleading moans escaped the mare's throat, as he soon started to move his stallionhood up and down, along the line formed between the two plump halves, pushing in between them, just a little, poking up against the entrance hidden inside, causing her to clench up around nothingness, squeezing out copious amounts of her liquid lust. But then, he just pulled back, returning to the teasing brushes of his cock's tip, as the mare squealed with surprise, quivering and winking helplessly.

But before she could collect herself, the magical aura surrounded her clit, tugging on it as if to pull it out from between its surrounding folds, giving it a firm, uniform squeeze. A shuddering groan left her lips and an electric tingle went down her spine. The feelings only intensified as the magic started to just squish and fondle it around, feeling out various spots on her love button, before settling on forming a magical ring, squeezing it from the sides, and just stroking with quick, repeating up and down motions, milking that clit like one would jerk off a stallion; an act only a unicorn's precise levitation could achieve.

Various loud, shuddering, incoherent noises of pleasure and gratefulness filled the room, as the overwhelming pleasure of finally getting someone to work her clit coursed through the mare's body, causing her passion to rise, racing towards the peak. Mere seconds passed, and she was already feeling like she was going to burst, the pressure in her loins mounting as she neared her long-awaited release...

"But why would I be so nice to someone who didn't even think of asking me?" said Velvet, grinning.

Suddenly, the magic vanished, and the stallion stopped, stepping back. She almost screamed, the noises vaguely sounding like "no", repeated over and over again. She was squirming, with enough force to actually get through the spell freezing her in place, though she did not achieve much: she merely provided the stallion with an even nicer show. Soon, her voice gave out, and she got too tired to continue her thrashing, calming down somewhat... and only then did the situation finally sink in properly. She was just left hanging. Teetering on the brink of the ecstasy she needed, her pussy winking, twitching, quivering, a waterfall of mare juices pouring out of it. The pressure became even more unbearable after she felt herself slowly inch away from orgasm, the sensation of unfulfillment almost maddening. She panted heavily, her throbbing lips desperately waiting for the smallest of touches that could send her flying over the edge. It's been far too long for her.

And yet, the stallion smiled and even chuckled, clearly amused by the display.

"See, now I'm the one toying with you. And leaving my toys satisfied just sounds like pointless work to me. But you... you haven't had the chance to cum in so long, have you? Bustling with steam, like a kettle, just waiting for someone to help you let all that out." A chuckle. "It's good that you've met someone like me. Otherwise, you'd just finally find a way to cum and ruin the lovely, lusty inebriation you've gotten yourself into. But now? We can cherish it together."

Before she could even try to express her protest, the stallion leaned in, letting a single lick pass over that throbbing button, causing another bout of squirms and moans to come from the mare. They continued as he licked it a second time, getting the mare close. Only to then be followed by gentle little brushes, delicate touches all over that clit, bringing the poor mare right to the very brink of pleasure again... only to disappear once more. For a brief moment, the mare was left like that again, shaking, whining and squealing with need. Then, however, the magic aura once again grasped her clit. This time for just a split second, enough to carry her to that edge again, before vanishing, waiting for her to cool off... and repeating.

Touch.

Pause.

Touch.

Pause.

Touch...

The stallion balanced the mare on that brink, carefully adjusting the teasing magic to make the breaks as short as possible, and the touches brief enough to avoid sending her over... finally reaching a state where to her, it felt more like a very, very low, subtle, yet constant, maddening buzz all around her clit, feeling almost like a phantom tingle, yet still very real. Or at least real enough to drive her insane. She squirmed as hard as she could, fighting against the magical bind, trying to get a hoof... a wing... anything, any sort of touch, back there. Her mind cloudy with lust, her torso tense and under pressure, her loins both dripping streams of wetness, and burning with desire, flushed, swollen and puffed out. She was squealing, moaning and whinnying as hard as she could at the intense experience, already overwhelmed.

Yet the stallion had barely started.

"And now that I've got you right where I want you, cherish it we will. Forever. But don't worry. I'll take care of you. Give you a nice place to rest, make sure you're fed and clean," he explained, as he started pacing around her. "Though, of course, even if your other lips are hungry, it's not like you'll starve if they don't get fed, right?" He stopped in front of her, grasping her chin with his hoof and lifting her head, to look at her face, and to gaze straight into those lidded, unfocused eyes, focusing on the needy, desperate stare.

"Now, that doesn't mean you'll only take fun from me, my dear." The magic forced her to crouch down. Low enough that he could step over her. "There's plenty of other spots for me to play with, without ruining your wonderful lusty haze. Do a good job, and I'll let you go," said Velvet, smiling, as the spell sprung the mare into motion, against her will. Not that she could coordinate any finer movements right now, but with the magic in place, that wasn't needed at all, for right now, he could move her as easily as a puppet, however he wanted.

At once, the huffing and moaning stopped, as the stallion increased the power of the spell he kept her in his control with. And so, despite her clit getting constantly teased into horny madness, right now she was keeping still. Looking up at him, smiling, as if nothing was happening at all, the only external evidence of her tormented state being the bright red blush, and the sheer amount of juices leaking from her puffy, twitchy, glistening pussy: the only part of her body the stallion allowed her to move herself.

But all he saw when he sat down on the stool - leaning back and spreading his legs, showing off his thick stallionhood, bobbing up and down as it throbbed - was a cute green pegasus, blushing madly, staring. With an eager smile, she got up from the floor, slowly walking up to the stallion, the drool flowing out of her backside forming a wet trail on the floor.

"M-may I, sir?" she asked quietly, tilting her head down as she watched that shaft twitching and pulsating, right in front of her.

"You may, girl. Be nice, and you might even get a nice reward later."

"T-thank you, sir," she huffed out, before leaning in and placing a kiss right on the flat tip, getting a bead of precum in return. She licked it off with her tongue, and then swirled it around the tip, getting a satisfied sigh out of the stallion. She leaned in, her lips parting as the tip slowly entered her mouth, the tongue twirling around it as she gently suckled on it, bobbing her head back and forth, before suddenly pushing it down: almost effortlessly, even despite its size. But in truth, it was the magic that suppressed her gag reflex, keeping her throat nice and open, rather than any sort of a natural ability to swallow cock.

The stallion leaned back, moaning quietly with pleasure, as his erection visibly bulged out that pony throat, even reaching past it, into her neck, the sheer girth giving her jaw a serious stretch, as all the lovely, soft mare flesh squeezed around it. Oh, he was more than sure this mare, already going insane from the teasing, would kill to have it stuffed into her needy cunt, dripping and clenching around nothing. But alas, right then, it wasn't up to her as to how she was enjoyed.

The magic kept working, now forcing her to slide up and down the shaft, which throbbed more and more intensely, straining each time it passed her throat. Soon, the stallion's sounds of appreciation grew louder, as the flare deep inside of her grew bigger. The mare suddenly realising, through the hazy, overwhelming lust... she was going to get him off. That only made her pussy quiver even harder, with jealousy. But of course, on the outside, that was the only "gesture" she could make, otherwise staring up hungrily, eagerly swallowing every inch of his cock, over and over again, here only to please him. Her own lust - ignored. Irrelevant. And she was helpless to do anything about it.

Finally, she clasped her hooves around his scrotum, gently squeezing the soft sack as she suddenly felt him pulsate within her, pushing her down onto himself with his own hooves. Pumping burst after burst of hot seed, straight down her throat, far enough in that she didn't really have to swallow. Whinnying in pleasure and squirming, just a little, on top of the bar stool, as he enjoyed several long moments of bliss.

"Hah, fuck..." he huffed out, finally looking down at her again, gently stroking her cheek. "That was great, little girl. I'm almost tempted to keep you like this... but first, I'd like to check out the other end as well," he added, lovingly stroking her cheek.

Her eyes would surely go wide, if only she could control them, as the drooling from her backside got even more intense, and so did the winks, though by now, her constantly-stroked clit had grown so swollen, winking barely moved it out from between the folds. After getting that much cock stuffed down her throat, she couldn't help but keep imagining him thrusting it in where she really needed it. But... would he really?

All such feelings she had magnified tenfold as the magical spell affecting her moved her body yet again, pulling her head back to get that cock out. She coughed and sputtered a few times, before simply starting to pant heavily, watching the cock in front of her. Still hard, still bobbing up and down, despite getting plenty of the very thing the mare has been denied. How could he not be excited; with his new, personal tease toy?

Having gotten off the stool again, he circled the mare, lifting her tail as the magic forced her to assume a pose: front low, flank up high. Her pussy was flushed red, puffed up and moist, giving off a thick, damp scent as string after string of juice drooled out of it, running down her soaked inner thighs, or just dripping straight down, into a small, clear puddle. Her clit, now swollen up to almost the size of a grape, still had the shimmering magical ring around it, slowly moving up and down. Enough to just barely stroke it, and keep the juices going.

"Why, you're nothing if not a ticking bomb right now, aren't you? Ready to squirt so hard you'll soak the ceiling. Ready to let off all this pressure in the best, most mind-shattering orgasm ever, that'd surely leave you walking funny for days," he said, watching the show. "Why, I'd just grab those lips and spread them apart, just to take a look inside. But I'm afraid even that might set you off. And blow off all that steam we made you gather up. And what a shame that would be..."

Slowly, he leaned in, his breath washing over her lips for a short, split second. Enough for her to almost...

Almost, but not quite, resulting in another delicious, juicy quiver, as she felt the spell on her clit vanishing, and her excitement slowly trickle down. And with the spell keeping her still, she couldn't even express just how damn horny she was at the moment. Right now, she'd do anything to just get pinned against some cushions and plowed. Though, of course, the stallion had different plans. His muzzle moved past the enticing pussy of a heated mare. Quivering, glistening, dripping, letting out that musky scent. Trying every trick nature has invented to entice ponies to mate. Each abused by this stallion, to drive her insane from sheer lust.

Instead, he nibbled and licked at her dock, teasing and stimulating the soft flesh in this intimate location, right above her other hole. Taking his time, imagining just how much she'd squirm if she could, right now. But eventually, his muzzle slid down, right over her fleshy ring, to play with it as well. He slowly licked it, dragging his soft, wet tongue all over it. He gently nibbled on the ring with his teeth, either just barely poking it, or catching it and tugging, spreading it apart a little. Finally, he pushed the fleshy appendage in, reaching as far as it could, until his lips met her fleshy rim, in a very intimate kiss.

He only pulled away after several long moments, having wiggled his tongue all around this hole, to hopefully help it loosen up. What for? The realisation hit the mare as soon as the stallion mounted her, poking her tighter entrance with the flat tip of his cock, prompting it to clench up again. That wasn't anywhere near enough, however, as with another spell slowly pulling the ponut open, the stallion pushed in, the mare's soft, warm flesh soon enveloping the stallion's tip, and then slowly swallowing up inch after inch of his shaft, stretching her to the limits... right above the twitchy, leaking, steaming-hot mess that was her teased, unsatisfied pussy.

At this point, even the magic that was milking her clit had to give out, so that the buttstuffing the stallion was about to give her wouldn't be enough to accidentally tip the poor girl over her edge, and waste all that work he'd put into her. That just wouldn't do.

As the stallion hilted deep inside of her rear, his massive sack rested on her lower lips, even its gentle pressure seemingly overwhelming the mare in her sensitive, lusty haze. She let out a quiet little sigh as the stallion pulled back, leaving her stuffed rear feeling incredibly empty, only for him to come back in with a thrust, the magic moving the mare back against him to intensify the motion. The stallion, leaning over her, huffed slowly, right into her ear, while the only thing she could do is helplessly wink and clench, and be moved around by magic, pretending to be an eager lover.

The stallion followed up with more thrusts, each quicker than the previous one, until he settled at a pace where the rough pounding he was giving this mare made him gasp and huff in clear bliss, while the mare's desire quickly overwhelmed her, her marehood jealous of what it wasn't getting, both the fullness and the stretching in her rear reminding her of how blissful it could be, the plapping of his sack against her lips serving as a further tease and another reminder: that it wasn't up to her as to how she'd be enjoyed. Her burning lust and arousal only sped up as the stallion flared up inside of her, his thrusts becoming shorter, quicker and irregular... until he climaxed again, giving her a second filling of his seed, the hot, warm feeling along with the twitching deep inside her plot filling her with a new surge of desperate desire, enough to cause two small tears to form in her eyes and start flowing down her cheeks. Not out of fear, or disgust - those feelings were long gone in her blank mind, overflown with need. No, it was the sheer intensity of the experience, something she had never felt before, delivered to her in such bountiful amounts.

The stallion breathed deeply, calming down after another round of what the other had been denied. He pulled his softening stallionhood out of his lover, his own thick, white seed now mixing in with the copious amounts of mare juice she'd been drooling this whole time, by now forming a large puddle underneath her. He smirked, looking at that pussy, knowing full well he's never going to find out just how far could such a wet little cunt squirt if it were to climax. He watched her lewd pose, front low, rear high, her happy, but teary expression, and the deep, intense blush that seemed to have overtaken her body, but especially her face... and her poor, tormented lower lips.

She was definitely a keeper.