Bound by Spells and Scarves
Spell Bound by a Tale
By: Explicit Escritoire
“And there I was, completely surrounded by slimes. I couldn't rush forwards. There were far too many. I couldn’t go back any farther, and I was pushed into a corner. Everywhere I turned, they were creeping closer. It was one of the most frightful experiences of my life!” Spell Sword spoke, his voice rising in pitch as his excitement began to heighten. He loved telling his adventure stories; it always left him feeling accomplished. During his excitement, he had knocked his hat forward a little and it was partially covering his right eye. He quickly notched it back into place and continued to smile, purposely drawing out the rest of his story for dramatic effect.
“Oh, my. What happened? How did you make it out alive?” Ink Blot smiled, excitement obvious in her voice, though a little feigned. She didn't believe every little thing he said, but the story itself was exciting to her. She scooted forward instinctively, showing her interest in the tale. Spell fell back onto his rear, his forehooves going into the air as he was about to continue.
Spell was a handsome young unicorn. His body was almost an unnaturally clean white, and his mane was a stunning blue highlighted with the same flawless white as his coat. He wore a vest, slightly darker than his mane, and a black musketeer hat with a blue feather. His flank was emblazoned by a cutie mark in the shape of a musketeer's blade with a blue hilt. Though being a stallion, he almost resembled a mare. In fact, he looked very much like Vinyl Scratch.
“So, there I was, surrounded by slimes on all four sides-” Spell was suddenly interrupted by a little laughter from Ink, who waved a forehoof at him.
“I thought you were in a corner?” she asked, a grin spreading across her lips. Spell just gave her an awkward smile and continued on from where he'd been interrupted.
“So, there I was, surrounded on all THREE sides,” he stopped for a moment to stick his tongue out at Ink, who stuck hers out in response, “no hope of escape, no way to defeat all of them. And then, it happened. There was a strange light, almost luminescent, that poured out across the room. All of the slimes were so distracted by the light – because slimes like shiny things, of course, common knowledge – and I took the opportunity to escape. Of course, not all of them were distracted, and I had to fight my way through some of them. They were no challenge for my trusty sword, though.”
“What was the light?” Ink asked, curious about the strange thing that had mysteriously saved his life. She found intrigue in the little parts of stories, rather than the whole of them. The idea of the light saving him gave her a great idea for a piece of artwork, but she needed more details.
“At first it seemed to be a mist with a light shining through it, and then I realized it was a reflection coming from strange, rainbow-colored gems on the ceiling. I'm glad you mentioned it, because I actually managed to get one of them.” Spell responded with a wide smile, turning to dig in his vest for the precious stone.
Suddenly Ink's interest was completely hooked. She had all of her doubts about the story, but if Spell actually had proof of his adventure, her entire outlook on him was about to change. Instead of a crazy bard, he would actually be a real adventurer to her. She always had a thing for dangerous adventure, which was why she was okay with listening to Spell's sometimes exaggerated stories.
After a moment of searching for the rare item, he pulled it out and showed it to the multi-colored pony before him. Her body was also white, just like Spell's, but that was probably the only common factor between the two looks wise. The shoes around her hooves were black, her mane and tail were a combination of black, red and blue, and her eyes were a golden color. Her flank was marked with a splattered ink mark, which wouldn't appear to be a cutie mark at first glance. It was her cutie mark, though, a symbol of her talent in the arts field.
Ink's eyes lit up and grew large as she laid her eyes upon the beautiful rainbow colored crystal before her. Her mind raced a bit about what she was seeing. She tried to remember anything that looked similar to the gem, but she couldn't. As far as she knew, it definitely was unique. “Spell, it's beautiful!” Ink said smiling, her face a clear expression of her admiration for both the gem and for Spell. “can I hold it?”
Spell looked up at Inky. Their eyes connected for a moment before he gave it to her with a simple nod. “You can have it, Inky. It's unique, beautiful, and absolutely mesmerizing— just like the wonderful unicorn right in front of me.” he responds, a feeling of admiration filling within him. He'd liked Inky for a while, he'd just never told her.
Apparently the feeling was somehow mutual. Spell was completely shocked as his female friend pounced at him, wrapping her forehooves around him and forcing her lips against his. Spell was going to object at first, but as the realization of the situation set in, he slowly began to go limp in Inky's arms. The kiss wasn't deep, and didn't move beyond the lips, but it lasted for a good minute before the two of them managed to pull away from each other. The two stared into each others eyes before Inky broke the silence.
“I want you.” Inky said somewhat plainly, not really knowing how to respond to her desires. Her hooves unwrapped from around Spell, and she sat up, giving him the opportunity to do the same. Spell ran his hoof through his own mane, smiling a little awkwardly. His response was short and oh so full of naivete.
“You want me to what?” he asked, sticking his tongue out playfully. Instead of sticking her tongue out in response, this time she took it with her lips and began to kiss him more thoroughly. She'd never kissed anypony like this before, but it wasn't too hard to use her creativity. The two of them wrestled each other with their tongues, playfully fighting for domination. Inky managed to come out victorious, and she took her prize, exploring Spell's mouth a moment before letting him do the same with hers.
The kiss broke a few moments later, a trail of saliva still connected between their mouths. The two were breathing quite heavily from the sexual frustration quickly building within them. Spell went to speak to her as he brushed his hoof through her mane, but he was quickly cut off by Inky. “I don't know if I'll want all of it...” she said, a deep blush forming on her cheeks.
Spell looked down at her in slight confusion. “I don't think I understand, Inky.” he said, a slight look of concern filling his eyes.
“I mean, I want to do this. I want you so much. I just don't know if my conscience will let me keep going after we've started. I hope that makes sense to you, Spell...” she said, her expression suddenly turning to one of sadness. Spell couldn't stand the sight of her looking so upset. He looked around and thought for a moment. He had to find some way to convince her that she wouldn't want to stop half way.
Suddenly, just as he went to pull his hoof away from her mane, it caught up on her scarf. He looked down at the red and black scarf for a moment before an almost evil grin spread across his features. He pulled at her scarf, slowly unwrapped it from around her neck and dangling it in front of her with his mouth. He raised an eyebrow at her, hoping she would realize what he was suggesting.
And indeed she did. Her face was suddenly aflame with a blush, and she went to speak but she found herself unable to. She simply nodded that she was okay with the idea, if it meant saving such a possibly romantic moment for the two of them. In only a minute, she found herself completely bound and impressed by Spell's knot tying abilities. Her forehooves had been tied together and then he’d tied her rear hooves, leaving her surprisingly comfortable.
Inky was on her back, completely helpless to Spell's will. He was above her, all four legs at her sides, looking down at her. Inky looked up into his eyes for a moment before her eyes caught a glimpse of his stallion shaft, slowly growing out of his hood. Her eyes grew a little wide as the situation clicked in her head and she struggled slightly, futilely trying to remove her restraints.
Spell moved his cheek down to his lovers, pressing the two together in a comforting motion. “Don't worry, Inky, I'll be gentle.” he whispered into her ear, feeling the stress around her body being cut in half by his words as if they were a knife. He moved himself back a little, feeling his cock rubbing against her belly before sliding up over her restrained legs and back down, landing with a silent smack against her marehood. The sudden feeling of her marehood being touched caused Inky to shiver once. Her body was starting to tense again, but this time as pleasure was building up inside of her.
“Ready?” Spell said with soft words, only waiting long enough to see Inky's head nod slightly. He pushed forward, his thick cock slipping inside of Inky's warmth, which gladly took him, squeezing and massaging every inch of him as he continued inwards. He slowly buried himself inside of her until only his hood remained exposed, and he looked down at Inky. His eyes were full of both concern and passion.
Inky's eyes were slightly wet with forming tears, but there was a huge smile on her face. She pressed her forehooves as flat as she could and then tried to reach up slightly, but she couldn't due to having his body on top of hers. Spell noticed what she was trying to do, though, and she leaned down to grant her the kiss that she so desperately wanted. As his face closed in on hers, though, it wasn't his lips that she went for with her own. Instead it was his horn. With one single lick, he felt his entire body heat up more than before and he let out a soft grunt as one small pulse ran through this shaft and a little of his pre leaked into Inky's marehood.
Seeing the effect that the simple lick had on her lover, Inky wrapped her tongue around it and gave it a few good strokes, enjoying the ridges on his horn as her tongue ran across them, licking between them. With the strong feeling pouring through his body, starting out as a tingling on his head and moving its way down his body in small waves of pleasure, he decided to continue pleasing her as well. His cock pulled its way out of her with his hips. The cool air chilled it slightly because of the abundance of her juices that it was coated in.
Just as he felt his tip begin to slip out of her, he pushed himself back in, this time with much more force than before. He felt her marehood stroking him as he thrust inside of her and as he pulled himself out again for the next thrust. Each push of his hips was a little faster and rougher than the one just before, until he managed to get a fast, heavy pace going. At this point, Inky was moaning loudly into his horn, causing soft vibrations to shake against his horn through her tongue. Even the slightest change in sensation was enough to drive him wild with lust.
Spell's own grunts and groans began to come more often, each one slightly louder than the last, until he couldn't contain himself any more. He pulled his head away from her, and started to pant loudly. “I'm coming, Inky~” he shouted, his body trembling as his thrusts slowed down dramatically.
“Pull out, Spell! I want to be kissing you when you come inside of m-ngh” Inky was a tad too late on the warning as she felt some of Spell's warm cum pouring into her convulsing marehood. Much to her sudden dismay, Spell had actually listened to her and pulled himself out, the remainder of his cum pouring onto the ground at her flank. The small amount of warmth within her keeping her wet and wanting.
“I-ngh... That was so good, Inky. I'm sorry, I-” he was cut off once again by the beautiful mare below him.
“It's f-fine, Spell. I-I never finished. I guess the hornjob was a little t-too much?” her own panting was preventing her from speaking without the occasional rest. She looked up at Spell, who had a look of disappointment in his expression. She licked at his nose since he was still close enough for that, and then continued, “but I guess you could have just started kissing me, heh.”
Spell blushed hard, amazed that he hadn't thought to do just that, instead of wasting the moment and making such a mess all over her flank and the ground. He looked down at her, very aware that she still wanted him and still needed his seed inside of her. Despite his tiredness, he pressed his slowly re-hardening cock back against her opening, pressing just the tip inside of her. “Again, then? This time I'll do it right.” he said with a confident smile.
Before Inky could say or do anything to give her approval, Spell was already hilt deep within her yet again. He didn't lead up to his strong thrusts, but instead started off with them, thankful that she was still warm and wet enough for him to slide in with no resistance at all. Inky just relaxed as much as she could and enjoyed the sensation of being pounded away at by the handsome stallion. Her body was beginning to heat up like never before, now that she wasn't distracted with her little horn operation. She could feel the chilling sensation running up her spine and delivering jolts of pleasure to her entire body. She could smell their sex, the musky scent of both his cock and her marehood colliding and becoming like pure lust as it wafted to her nose. She could taste a hint of something within her mouth, perhaps liquid magic from Spell's horn. Every sense was beginning to lose its grip on reality, and instead become obsessed with the reality of him.
Thrust after thrust came, and before long, Inky hit her first orgasm. All four of her legs began to twitch uncontrollably as her body attempted to arch at the insane amounts of pleasure. Her entire body was on fire as she could literally feel and hear the sloshing of her own cum as Spell thrust it around inside of her. The sounds of their sex were becoming louder and louder, and it was turning her on, getting her body prepared for a second climax that followed shortly afterwards.
They were two orgasms into their second session, and her body was nearly inclined to give out under the barrage of amazing pushes from her lover. Spell could tell that she was becoming more relaxed, which he took as a sign of her becoming tired. He grinned down at her before quickly taking her lips in his own. He kissed her deeply and passionately, focusing on wrestling with her tongue for a moment before refocusing it on his own pleasure. He began to grind his hips in small circles as he thrust into her, feeling her marehood clinging tightly to him.
Not even a minute later, he was groaning loudly into his lover’s mouth as his seed pumped out of his stallion shaft and deep into the womb of the spent mare beneath him. He breathed heavily against her neck as he broke the kiss and collapsed on top of her. Only a moment later, he repositioned himself and tore loose her rear legs with his hooves. The knot came off fairly easily, along with the scarf simply unwrapping around her forehooves, giving her full mobility again. She wrapped her forehooves tightly around Spell, pulling him tight against her chest, and back deep inside of her. She let out a soft moan, but didn't pursue the sensation. She was far too tired to continue, anyways.
The two of them lay with each other, completely spent and tired, until they both drifted into sleep. The morning would pose several challenges for them, such as the comprehension of their act and the possibility of pregnancy. Until then, though, there wasn't a problem in the world for the two unicorns as they took refuge in each others warmth.
The End.
