“Wow, Spike, how t' hay did you know how t' do this?” The young adult dragon finished up with a knot, then let his gaze trail up the teenage mare's legs and body, finally meeting her eyes. “Ah mean, you weren't in t' coltscouts like all the others. So, ya know...”

“Heh... pretty easy, Applebloom. When you three came over to ask about this, I knew just the book. It has all kinds of techniques...”

“But where did you get the rope, chains, and this thing from?” Spike turned to the side, where the other two were sat waiting. All three of them were wearing what could best be describe as magicians assistant outfits(1), and the young dragon had a hard time keeping his eyes to himself. “Spike, are you even listening to me? Uh, this feels so weird... I wish I could stand up.” Like her friends, Sweetie Belle couldn't move, due to the fact she was in a straight jacket, with medical style cuffs around her ankles.

“Chill, Sweets. Spike'll have us ready in a moment, and we'll bust out of this stuff pretty quick.” Scootaloo tried to flex her wings, but the rattling of some chains stopped her. “That's if this doesn't drive me crazy first!” Wrapped around her ample breasts in cross shape, and then to her waist and around her wrists behind her back, was a single long chain, padlocked right on her cleavage. There were a further three chains around her thighs, knees, and ankles. “Heh, we'll be the best at this, and everypony would love to come see us!”

“It still don't explain where he got all this stuff. Spike, ya didn't steal it, did ya?”

“No... I just borrowed it for a bit. Nopony asked why, which is good. Now hold still whilst I check these knots. The book said if they're not secure enough, they could slip and result in injury, or worse.” He started with the rope around Applebloom's ankles, then knees and thighs. He pushed her forward and checked her wrists were secure, then the ones pinning her upper arms to her side and over and under her breasts. He gave a nod and lay her down on the floor of the barn, doing the same to the others. They felt more bits attached to the restraints around their ankles, and then Spike got up and walked over to a winch. “Are you sure you want to do it like this? I mean, why not practice on the floor first?”

“Spike, just do it.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he carried out Sweetie Belle's orders, turning the winch, which was attached to a manual crane in the roof of the barn, and he had earlier attached a bar to the main hook block. It was steadily rising, and then met some resistance as it took the filly's weight.

“Last chance...” The looks he received told him to continue, and a few moments later the trio were suspended upside down by their legs. Spike gave one more turn, ensuring that the pawl kicked in. He looked up to see them writhing around a little, before they looked 'up' at him and nodded. He then set about putting some hay bales under them, just in case something was going to break. “Okay, I'll be back in about an hour, so just... hang around, I guess.”

“Oh, ha ha, dragon boy!” He ignored the taunt from the farm mare, and walked out of the door. As soon as it clicked shut, they began to try and get free. After five minutes of struggling, they realised that when he had told them it was all a trick, he was telling the truth. A gust of strong wind blew in from the upper floor window, setting the trio swinging like clock pendulums. “Aww... fuck. What was the book called?”

The three of them looked to the floor, and tried to focus on the object, but their swinging motion made it hard, until Scootaloo managed to make out the title. "Bondage... for... the... intermediate. Well... shit."

The library door opened, causing Spike to slip from he place on the ladder. Once the room had stopped spinning, he looked up to find his adoptive big sister glaring down at him a her hands on her hips. “And what do you think you are doing in here?”

“Um... I was just... dusting the top shelves?” She didn't buy it, and used her magic to right him and plonk him on the couch. She sat down opposite him and just stared into his eyes whilst her coltfriend's presence made the air grow thick. “Okay, Twilight! I used it to help the Crusaders get their cutie marks!”

“Used... what?”

“The book you took out from the library's last delivery.”

“Last delivery... Spike, what are they doing?”

“Attempting to be escape artists. Why?”

“Do you even know what that books is? It was meant for m... nopony else to see it! If you followed it, then they won't get free! Where are they?”

“Sweet Apple Acres, in the barn.” There was a blur as Big Mac charged out of the door and towards his home. Spike turned fearfully to the mare now on her feet, whose horn was glowing. Before he could say or do anything, there was a flash of light, and they found themselves outside said barn. They stopped near the door as a voice drifted through the upper window.

“Well, it looks like we ain't Cutie Mark Crusader Escape Artists...”

“So... how are we going to get down from here?”

“...oops. Sweetie Belle, why ain't ya using magic t' help us?”

“I don't... think I can't concentrate hard enough. The, um... strap is... distracting.”

“Are ya... enjoin' this?”

“M-m-m-maybe.”

“Oh come on! I am getting out of this, one way or another!” Spike and Twilight opened the door to find Scootaloo struggling as hard as possible and attempting to get free so she could start a tussle with Applebloom, whilst Sweetie Belle just remained swinging. Quickly moving the bales out of the way, Spike shot over and removed the pawl, turning the winch slowly until they were laying on the ground.

Scootaloo attempted to roll on to Applebloom, but Twilight was already pulling her away with some keys she found on the floor in her hands. Spike got a pair of scissors from the work bench and began to cut Applebloom loose, hearing a sigh from her as her breasts were finally allowed freedom. The last rope to be cut was around her wrists, and she rubbed them once they were in front of her. She stood up at the same time as the now free Scootaloo, but any possible fight was stopped as her brother entered. With a single nod of his head, he sent the young mare to the house, then set about clearing the barn.

Spike had removed the restraints from Sweetie Belle's ankles, but she stood up and backed away when he tried to unbuckle the straight jacket. She kept moving away from him, further into the darkened areas of the barn. Upon coming around the corner, he found that she had stopped and was now on her knees, facing him, her head to the floor but her eyes looking up at him.

He took a few cautious steps forward, but stopped when her horn glowed green. It was easy to say he was relieved when the door he had just walked through slid shut quietly, and he made his way over to release Sweetie Belle. Instead she just turned on her knees, keeping him to her front. “Sweetie Belle, what are you doin...”

His words trailed off as she leant forward and gripped his pants zip with her teeth, pulling it down. Spike's rapidly growing erection pushed against his boxers, and she returned to his waistline, attempting to undo the button. Seeing her have difficulty, he did it instead, letting her slide his jeans down his legs with her mouth.

At two thirds full mast, Sweetie Belle looked up and licked her lips, covering the tent pole like bulge with her mouth and giving a small bite, causing Spike to groan with pleasure. After giving him another one, she took the hem of his boxers in her teeth and pulled them down to her knees. She turned back just in time to see some pre cum leak out, and darted in to lick it up.

This caused a small spurt from the dragon, which dripped down her muzzle, but she just giggled as it's warmth rolled over her cheeks. She then pitched her head forward, taking the tip of Spike's cock in her mouth and licking across the head. Unlike colts and stallions, his was rounded and not flared, making it much easier for the white unicorn to take.

She began to bob back and forth, taking small nips here and there, and making sure to slide her tongue around as she drew back. She, having practised enough times with the dragon now too breathless to say anything, slid her lips right down to his base, nipping slightly and not relenting.

She began to move forward, pushing him towards a small hay bale, and then released him as he fell to his butt, now in a seated position, She didn't give him time to recover and dove straight back in, closing her eyes and feeling his claws come up and run through her mane.

One then drifted lower, giving a yank on her tail which caused her to give him a harder warning bite. His hand then drifted to the strap that ran through her crotch, slipping underneath it. “What the... Sweetie Belle... you can't be this wet so soon.” Her response was a muffled groan, so he began to rub the outside of her leotard, her head moving faster the wetter his hand got. He could feel himself almost ready to burst, and knew it wouldn't be long now.

“'e used all mah good rope, Twi.” The mare had just set the collection of chains in a crate, and turned to look at Mac with her hands on her hips. Scootaloo had disappeared a few moments ago, saying she was heading home for the night.

“Well, if you hadn't put the order for that book in with my library one, he wouldn't know anything about it! So, it's your own fault.” Turning back around, she prepared to place the lid on the crate, but dropped it when she felt a powerful hand slap her flank. She tried to spin around but couldn't as Mac had pushed her against the bench. “What are you doing? It's my turn next!”

“Well Ah was thinkin' that Ah'd...” He was interrupted by a shout from around the side of the barn.

“Ah, Sweetie Belle, I gonna...” It was followed by a loud groan, and they both shot over to the dry storage room, Mac barging the door down. The action caused Sweetie Belle to pull back and Spike to jump, which caused his body to react. Warm, white, sticky fluid burst forth, covering the mare on her knees from mane to tail, and them some. The two older ponies closed the door, and the unicorn began to lick the dragon's seed from her face as best as possible.

She quickly ducked forward and took Spike in her mouth once more, bobbing up and down. He wasn't finished yet, and after a good minute pulsed more, coating the back of her throat with his cum. He groaned a little a she pulled back, slurping up all she could. The door opened a little and some towels were thrown in, followed by a mare's voice. “Spike? I'm... um... going to head back to the library now. Make sure Sweetie Belle gets home, and I'll see you there, okay?”

“Sure thing, Twi.” He sat up, and went to wipe his fillyfriend down, but she pulled away again. He gave a shrug and wiped the last drips from himself then pulled his boxers and pants back up. He tried to wipe Sweetie Belle down again, but she would only let him do her face and mane. “Any particular reason you want to stay like that?” She shook her head, getting to her feet and waited by the door.

Spike walked over and cracked it open, and upon seeing the coast was clear, they both walked out. Sweetie Belle went towards the main doors, but the dragon pulled her to the side. Her picked up his long coat and draped it over the filly, and then opened the main door. Together the walked through the fading sunlight towards the town, where ponies were just closing up.

Spike had to stifle his giggles as he watched Sweetie Belle's ears flop, a sign that she was getting highly aroused, restrained like she was amongst the crowd. Grinning mischievously to himself, Spike caught up to her and put his claw around the small of her back, rubbing across it. He stopped where he thought the strap would be and found it, giving a little tug.

Sweetie Belle let out a loud moan of pleasure, causing everypony to look at her. The red faced mare then sped up, striding towards Carousel Boutique, Spike following with a large grin on his face. They managed to make it inside and to the base of the stairs before another voice made itself known. “Sweetie Belle, Dear, is that you? I have something to show you that I think you'll like.”

Her older sister came around the corner, stopping with surprise as she saw the young dragon with her, then quickly retreated.. With a quick nod of her head, Sweetie Belle told Spike to head on up, waiting until he was out of ear shot. “It's okay Rarity, he's not looking any more.”

The other unicorn mare returned, causing Sweetie Belle to raise an eyebrow. “Sis, what are you wearing?”

“My new underwear range(2), of course. What do you thin... Sweetie Belle, why are you wearing such a thick coat in summer? Here, let me get that for you.”

“Hmm? No, wait!” It was too late, the coat had been levitated away, and then dropped to the floor, revealing the mess that was a straight jacket underneath. The younger unicorn's cheeks were bright red as she stared at her sister. “I-i-i-i-i can e-e-e-explain, honest!”

“I'm sure you can, now get out of my way... I have a dragon to slay!”

Author's Notes:

(1) This is the picture that inspired this whole story. I think by now you all know where my interests lie... and if you don't, you certainly do now!

(2) 'nuff said.

Audio reading can be found here.