Swift Bound is the local pervert in town, he has a strong fetish for tying mares up. Unfortunately it is not just his fetish, it's his special talent.. He tries to keep that side hidden, but at some point, he wont be able to hold it back any longer.
Warning: This is not some hardcore torture, candle wax, dark rape kind of story. It is just mean to be fun, kinky and teasing. So don't go into this and expect super dark or hardcore stuff, this is written purely out of boredom and for fun.
Every town has their odd pony, in Pontville, they have the town drunk, and their town pervert.
While Swift Bound is friendly enough, and well liked, he does lack self control. He has no problem hitting on pretty mares around him, inviting them for some sex just out of the blue. He often has no problem smacking their flanks, or get up close, disregarding their personal space in order to flirt with them.
He tries to keep his condition under control, but with his fetish being bondage, and his special talent, he has a hard time keeping his perversions under control. And while he can mostly control it during normal days, he has trouble controlling it during parties where a lot of mares are gathered at the same time.
Which is why he is often tied to a tree or chair so he'll behave.
Going to therapy helps...
But it is only a question of time before he can no longer hold in his deepest desires.
Story Contains: Bondage, gags, kidnapping, spanking, teasing.
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....
Swift sighed, once again he found himself in the office of his therapist..
She was a nice enough mare, listened to his troubles, came with advice, suggestions, but Swift found them all useless. He was not sure if she even cared, then again, if he didn't why should she?
Doctor Raven Inkwell was highly educated, tried to dig deep within him, and even though Swift tried to cooperate as much as he could, he still did not find any of her advice useful. He still kept his special talent hidden, even from her. He didn't want her to dig around his foalhood or anything like that. He knew her well enough by now to know she would never stop jabbing away if he ever told her... She talked a bit to much too....
"Swift, are you listening?" Raven said from her recliner, looking up from her clipboard.
"Hm?" Swift looked over at her, still laying down on the big red couch of hers. "Oh, sorry, I guess I spaced out.."
"It's okay, take your time." She said, looking to her notes. "How is your self-control? Have you been having an easier time as of late?"
Swift closed his eyes. "I guess, though I still have to be tied up during parties and gatherings.."
"One step at a time." She replied, writing something down.
He never liked coming here, while Raven was nice enough, he still felt he was wasting his time. He did his best, sure, but he knew he was simply denying his true nature, his true talent. Still, it was the best for everypony in town, or at least, that's what he tried to believe.
"How's your job? You haven't had any problems?"
By now Swift knew every question she was going to ask him, so he simply responded with a yes, no, or okay. She kept talking and talking, and finally the dial struck twelve and Swift was free to leave.
"Swift, before you leave." She said, surprising him a little. "I would like you to think what is going on inside you for next time."
"Going on inside me?" He repeated, feeling confused.
"Yes, what would make you happy, truly happy. What drives you, what makes you go on." She smiled at him. "I think you are doing well Swift, just believe in yourself. We will find a way to help you."
Honestly, Swift was not sure how to respond to that. So he nodded, thanked her for the session, and left to get on with his day. He didn't have anything planned, there was no jobs for him, not because ponies didn't want to hire him, there was simply nothing to do today.
Swift worked as the handy pony, doing all kinds of jobs, and he was good at it. Though it was not his special talent, Swift still had a secret talent in fixing things for ponies. Normally when there wasn't anything to do he would often go to Sweet Apple Acres, Big Mac always had some sort of job for him and it was a way to pass the time.
He thought back on the party yesterday, what Rarity had offered. Though he was not a fan of tea, he was certainly a fan of her. He could use some company, some real company and not just a paid one. So, he made his way to Carousel Boutique, easy enough to find as it stuck out like a sore horn.
Swift had never really understood why Rarity had such a store, then again, it captured the eyes of ponies, and if that was the honey trap then it worked quite well for her. He made his way up to the door, and even though it was open to customers, he couldn't help but knock.
But nothing happened. He thought it strange, the store should be open, but looking back at the door he did indeed see a sign flipped in the small window. CLOSED, it said with big letters. But Rarity invited him, so maybe he should just take a chance and walk inside..
He opened the door and stepped inside, he found it unusual that Rarity was not there to greet any pony who might come through the door. Had she not opened up yet? It was almost lunch, so he found that odd.
He heard some sounds come from the next room, sounded like somepony moving around, then fall. Was Rarity okay? He trotted over, listening, but he did not hear anything else. Reaching out with his hoof, he gently pushed the door open.
His eyes widened as inside in the sewing room sat Rarity, on the floor, hooves bound in front of her, and her hind legs tied too. Around her muzzle was tied a dark purple scarf, muffling her voice. She heard the door open because she almost immediately turned around, her eyes filled with dread as she let out a muffled. "PHmmmmphnm Hmmmm?!" But then seemed beyond relieved to see it was him. "Nh, nph'ph nnphph mnn PHmmnfph."
Swift figured it was because she thought it was Sweetie Belle coming home or something. He was stunned in place, he hadn't expected to see Rarity like this, despite having tied her up several times when they were foals and playing around.
Rarity felt his eyes on her, and a blush showed on her cheeks. She reached up, pulling the scarf from her muzzle. "I'm so embarrassed, you were not supposed to see that darling, please forgive me for that display." She looked down at her hooves, using her magic to undo the knots. "Although, it is not the first time you have seen me bound and gagged." She giggled, and Swift couldn't help but smile as well.
Although he started to feel his self-control vanish, Rarity didn't even notice as she undid the knots that bound her body. As she let the ropes slip off her, and she stood up, she had not noticed Swift walking towards her. When she looked back over to him, she started to speak, but only to be cut off by something warm and soft. "So what bring you he-Mmfh?!"
He kissed her, Swift was kissing her, and Rarity felt unable to move away. After she got over the initial shock, she started to kiss back, only to find Swift kissing her even deeper. "Mmmfh..." She let out, humming satisfied as she closed her eyes, letting him take over as she enjoyed his warm passionate kiss.
Swift was not being aggressive, but he did have needs, and clearly Rarity had them as well. So he moved in closer, so close in fact she fell backwards, but wrapped her hooves around his neck, dragging him to the floor with her. Their tongues started to come out to play, and Swift did not let their lips break away from one another, he kept the kiss going.
Rarity felt herself tingle all over, her marehood getting a bit wet as she felt Swift running a hoof down her side, then started to make small circles around her cutie mark.
Finally she needed air, and broke away, panting, her tongue still hanging out a little, a bridge of saliva hanging between their lips. She wiped her mouth, then took a deep breath. "I should call somepony, scream for help, have them tie you up..." She whispered.
"But?" Swift asked, panting a little as well.
"If... If you tie me up, gag my muzzle, then I won't be able to.." Her eyes sparkled a little as she said that. Swift looked confused, pleased, but confused. Rarity smiled, glancing at his cutie mark. "Don't you think I of all ponies knows what you're truly good at?"
Swift's eyes went wide, nopony knew, or at least he thought, and now that she knew, he felt an insane amount of relief. "I.. Your magic.."
Rarity giggled, gave his mouth a peck before using her magic to levitate a small box over to them. Swift opened it, and found a Dispersion ring. His eyes widened, looking at Rarity who simply blushed, then looked away.
"I think you were a bad influence on me when we were foals.." She blushed more, but Swift placed a hoof on her cheek, making her look at him. "S-Swift...I, mfh.." He kissed her.
As he did so, he felt his muscles tensing, his heart rate increase, his lust growing. Yes, YES! He was going to do this, he hadn't done it for so long and it was like his cutie mark itself was burning on his flanks, demanding him to finally do what he was best at once again!
As their kissed, he took the Dispersion ring and slipped it on her horn. "Mmfh!" She yelped into the kiss, but his lips muffled it. Then without warning, he flipped her onto her stomach, grabbing the rope. "Ouh, Swift.." She said in mock protest, but held an edge of desire.
He didn't speak, or glance at her. Swift guided her front legs behind her back, tying them together with one of the coils of rope she had provided herself. He was fast, and he was effective, because as soon as the knot was tied, Rarity tried it out, but she couldn't move.
"I'm going to scream.." Rarity threatened playfully, but just as she wanted to, he picked up the scarf and tied it around her muzzle, covered her lips with the thick purple scarf, silencing her instantly. "Hm Cmmmphphnn, mmph, phnm mm np PHmmnfph. N'fm hmmn n nnnghphm gnrm!" She tested out the gag, but every word was muffled, much to her delight as she blushed at how she sounded, and how naughty it all was.
Grabbing another coil of rope, he moved it around her hind legs, tying them together firmly so she could not escape, kick, or wiggle out of her restraints. Rarity protested playfully in the meantime, which was just sweet music to his ears. Each moan and mewl made him feel more confident, more in control, and more lustful for the mare in front of him.
Swift gave the knot a final tug, making Rarity squeal out in excitement, and with that, it was done. He stood up on all fours, looking down at the mare bound and gagged before him, squirming as she tested out her bonds, calling out into the gag. "Hmmp! Hmmp mm!"
Despite the gag, she was a little loud, but he could fix that easily by making an more effective gag, but this one would do for now.
He chuckled, feeling a rush running through his entire body, it made him confident, it made him happy, it made him strong. Towering over the captive mare, he leaned down and kissed her neck, making Rarity moan once again as he ran his hoof down her side. "Well, what should I do with you then? Be a shame just to leave you here on the floor? Now that I have my very own beautiful damsel, all to my self. I can do whatever I want with her.." He whispered in her ear, giving it a little nipple.
"Mmmfh..." Rarity moaned, looking like she was getting more horny by the second.
Swift smirked, kissed her neck, and slapped her flank, making her yelp out. She gave him a glare and growled, but judging by the blush, he could tell she enjoyed it, the naughty mare. Managing to get her on his back, he started to march up the stairs and up to Rarity's room.
She moaned and mock protested the entire way, really playing up her damsel in distress role, but still making sure he knew she wanted every bit of this. He tossed her to the bed, knowing it wouldn't hurt her when she hit the mattress, and she let out a muffled. "Mfph!" Giving him another mock glare, squirming in her bonds as if to escape.
Swift moved over her, kissing her neck once again, earning him more moans from the white unicorn mare. "I want you, Rarity.." He whispered in between kisses.
"Mmfh!" He looked into her eyes, and she in turn looked into his, lust sparkling in her eyes. "N mmnnph mnn phnn.." She said, then leaned in close, and pressed her gagged lips to his. He kissed her, and even though the thick purple fabric separated their lips, they could still feel the heat from it, and that was not the only heat Rarity could feel.
Breaking the kiss, Swift got to the floor and walked towards the door. He wasn't going to risk her sister suddenly turning up and ruining everything, not when he was this close at finally getting what he had dreamed about for so long. He closed the door, then locked it just to be safe, and as he turned to face Rarity, he found her not on the bed, still waiting, but with her hind legs over the side.
Her upper half still laid on the bed, while her back hooves touched the wooden floor. She looked at Swift, giving him pleading eyes as her tail moved up, swaying a little to make her plump rear stand out all the more.
For the first time, he felt nervous, but his lust for her quickly made him move, and not linger around. He got behind her, looking at her rear, admiring it as she swayed it teasingly from side to side as she hummed into her gag.
"Mmfh..."
She gave it a wiggle, making it jiggle before his eyes which only made him come closer, placing both hooves on it. She moaned, feeling him explore the two round flanks with his hooves. She let her tail drop under his muzzle, then slowly slid it under him, letting it move along his body, as much as she could with her tail.
Finally, he made his way closer, getting into position. She held her breath, expecting him as she pressed her rear even closer to him.
"MFHRHH!!" She felt him enter her, and her eyes went wide as she felt him enter. She wiggled slightly, her hooves trying to break free by reflex and grab something, but she was completely at his mercy. "Nh mmph! Mnrm!" She tried to press towards him, and understanding instantly, he pushed forward, letting his rod enter her more and more, making her moan and scream in pleasure into her gag as he filled her up.
He had grabbed her sides, keeping her steady as he moved all the way into her. Rarity panted through her nose, her breaths long and needy as she moaned, and tried to move her rear against him. Soon enough he was as far as he could go, and looking one last time at his captive, she gave him an eager nod.
"Nn nph.. Fnch mm."
He sent her one final smile, a grateful one, and in turn looked at him like she had been waiting for this for years. Swift started to pull back slowly, and she moaned and mewled in pure pleasure. He didn't come out fully, instead he started to move back in, making her moan more, pure bliss entering her eyes as he hit her pleasure spot.
Rarity wanted more however, and started to move as well, he got the hint and started to pick up the pace. Letting out moans and grunts of his own as he picked up speed. "Nh, mmph! Fnch mmph! Fnch mm!"
"Arghhh.... R, Rarity.." Swift groaned, moving faster, harder, making her moan louder, and at this point the scarf started to get a wet spot where her mouth was, soaking it a little. Her eyes rolled, she was screaming in pleasure and Swift felt himself getting to the edge.
No longer could he hold back, and he felt himself stiffen, just like he felt Rarty's walls tighten around his rod, both of them howled out in pure pleasure with them becoming one in that single moment. He didn't pull out at first, instead he leaned over against her, both of them panting, feeling their bodies almost go limp.
Rarity shivered in pleasure, sometimes making small movements as she was still getting over the sexual bliss she had just been in. Once Swift recovered enough, he slowly pulled out, making Rarity squirm and yelp as he left her wet and messy marehood.
She still panted a little, and her hind legs were shaking ever so slightly. Swift in responds helped her up on the bed again, making sure she laid there comfortably. Rarity looked at him lovingly as he got into the bed and laid down beside him.
"Mmfh.. Hmfhh.."
She moved herself closer, snuggling up next to him, placing her head on his chest. Letting out happy and satisfied sighs, they simply laid there, enjoying the quiet, and each others company. But while Rarity closed her eyes and relaxed fully, Swift looked up at the ceiling, his mind racing.
He had never felt such a rush, never felt so much in control or such confidence running through him. Tying up Rarity, hearing those muffled moans and words coming from her gag, it made him feel like he could take on the whole world. It was like all his worries, all the secrets, every burden suddenly lifted off his back, he had never felt so light before!
It was more than his therapist had ever done... In fact, it seemed he no longer needed her.
"Nfn-mmfh.." Rarity said, trying to get his attention. When swift looked down, she looked at him with playful, but still tired eyes. "Nnrmnng, phnhm mm gng nff, pmmnphm?"
Swift did not understand her words but he understood the request. So moving a hoof over, he slid the scarf down her mouth. Both of them leaned closer, sharing a soft kiss. "Mmm, Swift, darling.. Loosen my bonds.." She whispered. Swift chuckled, kissing her again.
"Love to, but.." He slid the scarf up over her mouth again, surprising her.
"Mmfh?"
He kissed her forehead, taking the ring in the process. "But I think you have more fun escaping it yourself, darling." He winked at her, and left her in the room, alone.
She giggled in the gag, about to use her magic, but decided a little rest first would do her good. Besides, she didn't mind staying like this for just a little longer...
Doctor Raven Inkwell was packing up for the day, she had seen all her patients, and it was time to call it a day.
Knock knock knock.
It seemed that would have to wait, but then again, maybe it was her secretary coming back for something. "Come in." She called, still packing her saddlebag with some of her notes.
"Hello Doctor Inkwell.." A cheery, almost musical voice said.
She knew the voice, and when she turned to look, she found Swift Bound, standing in the open doorway, a saddlebag across his back. "Mr Bound? Is something the matter, do you need something?"
Swift smiled, and he stepped through the door, closing it slowly behind him. "Well, you see.. I had something of an epiphany today, and.. I just had to come over and tell you all about it.." He smirked, looking at her as he let the saddlebag drop to the floor.
The door closed, and with a click, it was locked...
It was one Hearth's Warming Eve that our hero dashed through the snow, hitched up to a sleigh. He grinned from ear to ear, happy as never before. Tonight was an important night after all, not just because it was Hearth's Warming Eve, but because he was celebrating it with friends.
Sure, he might not have been invited officially, but after talking it over with Rainbow Dash a few days ago, he just knew it would be a great idea!
He hummed a tune, ignoring the sounds coming from the sleigh. Thumbs could be heard against the wood, but he just chuckled. This was going to be the best Hearth's Warming EVER!
He was so sure about this he could not help but break out in song!
Thrashing in the ropes, In a one horse open sleigh. Bound and gagged they go, Struggling all the way. The belles with ball-gags groan, I made their knots so tight. What fun it is to grunt and moan, A struggling song tonight.
Struggle Belles, Struggle Belles, Struggle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to writhe, In a one horse open sleigh. Struggle Belles, Struggle Belles, Struggle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to writhe, In a one horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride, And soon Rainbow Dash, Was tied up by my side. The mare has curvy flanks, Bondage made her hot. She got ropes around her wings, And she wiggles quite a lot.
Struggle Belles, Struggle Belles, Struggle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to writhe, In a one horse open sleigh. Struggle Belles, Struggle Belles, Struggle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to writhe, In a one horse open sleigh.
Now her gag is tight, So tie her in the trunk. Grab the girls tonight, and sing this struggling song; Just kidnap the gorgeous mare, Tape her pretty lips. Tie her in an open sleigh, And grope her shapely hips.
Struggle Belles, Struggle Belles, Struggle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to writhe, In a one horse open sleigh. Struggle Belles, Struggle Belles, Struggle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to writhe, In a one horse open sleigh.
He came to his destination, stopping just behind the library. He hummed the tune to the song he had just been singing, then unhitched himself. He needed to grab a few things before he went inside, also, he needed to make sure of one thing. Looking into the sleigh, he pulled away a large blanket, revealing Rainbow Dash.
"Just hang in there, we can celebrate soon, just need to get the others, and we will be on our way!" Swift Bound cheered.
"Mmph mm gn! PHnmmpnnm! Hmmp!"
"Shhhh, don't worry Rainbow Dash." He hushed her, leaning down and planted a kiss on her forehead. "You will be a good girl while I'm gone, right?"
"Fnch mnn!"
He grinned. "Happy Hearth's Warming, Dashie." And with that, he pulled the thick blanket over his captive, his willing guest.
