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Amethyst's Christmas Tales 2024

Bound & Asphyxiated

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dark Straw

Dark Straw groaned, the anthro pony wriggling faintly. She didn't remember leaving her home…but something was wrong. A deep sense of unease settled into the pit of her stomach, something tightening around her heart like an invisible band of magic closing there, clamping down.

“Mmph?"

The pony drooled around a gag in a mouth, her heart pounding, losing control in the moment. She twisted and thrashed, but she couldn't get free with her arms pulled back behind her body and her hooves hitched up so she was in a sort of hogtie.

“Oh-oh, I see she's awake!"

The light in her bedroom switched on and Dark Straw blinked rapidly, trying to ease the light spots from her eyes. Yet it was no relief to find herself, indeed, lying on her front on her bed, her tits bound with rope so they were squeezed up and forward, the strain on her shoulders immense. Above her stood two wolves, one with grey fur and the other with black, but the fact they were bipedal anthros like her was no comfort to the mare at all.

Dark chomped on to the gag, eyes watering, though there was no way she could get through the ball. Even her tail was hitched up, bound around and around the velvety dock, so there was no hope at all of her clamping it down.

Dimly, she remembered hearing a noise, then a sharp pain in her head. Then…nothing. Nothing at all.

The wolves smirked at her, the sacks behind them presumably with her belongings. She squirmed and twisted, loathing her nudity, heat flooding her cheeks. Yet that really was the least of her predicament.

“See, we thought this place was empty," the grey wolf said, rubbing his jaw. “But…you were here and, well, we had to take our chances where we got them."

“And you look like you could use a little fun," the black wolf added, leering over her. “Isn't that right, sweetheart? You want some fun with us? 'Cause we got plenty for you."

Dark Straw shrieked through her gag and thrashed, but all the pony succeeded in doing was squirming back and forth on the bed, which wasn't very intimidating in the slightest. The wolves, however, ignored her, like she was nothing more than an object without the ability to have thoughts and feelings of her own.

The mare didn't know what was worse: being ignored and set aside like that or the fact that she didn't know at all what they were going to do with her body.

In the end, it didn't matter as the wolves grabbed at her, fingers dancing over her exposed, sensitive hooves. For the underside was more sensitive than many would have expected and Dark Straw tried to yank her hooves away, heart pounding. Her chest hitched as a bubble of laughter, which had no place there, throttled her – but she couldn't let the wolves get the best of her that easily!

“Hah – look at this! Look how ticklish she is!"

Vaguely, Dark Straw was aware that when she pulled back with her hooves and fetlocks, straining to get relief from the tickling, a rope around her neck, which they were attached to, tightened. Yet that was not as much of a concern in that moment as the ticklish assault on her hooves. She thrashed the best she could, abdominal muscles cramping, her stomach lurching, yet they were relentless.

She should have expected nothing less from them.

It didn't help that the wolves found the long, fluttery feathers from the top drawer of her chest of drawers and used them to assault her hooves, flicking them against her sides and against the insides of her thighs too. That was easier for Dark to bear, however, huffing and heaving through her nostrils, even as they saw that too and renewed their flicking, dragging assault on her hooves. The feathers caught every sensitive spot there and, when they swapped between the lighter, more delicate touch of those and their fingers, the mare didn't know at all what to expect next.

“Ah!"

She squealed through her gag, eyes watering, not expecting the sharp pain that bit into her nipple. A clamp, from her drawer too, snapped into her breast and she howled, fighting it even more vehemently, but that didn't do her any good. Torn between giving in to the panic in her chest and straining with every ounce of willpower in her body, Dark bucked and heaved, her tail even trying to yank itself free of its coarse, rope bondage.

“Ah, no point fighting it, filly," the black wolf goaded her, moving to the other side of her body so he could tighten the clamp on her left nipple two, the two clamps linked by a heavy, dragging length of chain. “We've got you right where we want you… But we won't bother with you forever."

Dark Straw didn't want to think about the implications of that, moaning against the gag as the sharper pain in her chest settled into a dull, throbbing ache. The wolves grabbed her hooves in turn, however, holding her fast while they tickled her ruthlessly, forcing her body to leap and dance, all within their forced, fixed hold.

The mare's chest heaved, body bursting with patches of sweat showing through her blue coat of hair. Her like-coloured mane clung damply to the side of her neck and she whimpered through the gag, her tail flicking helplessly while she strove to retain some sense of composure.

Ah, it was like she knew, even then, that something worse was coming. That was merely the prelude to it and it was probably best that she didn't anticipate what their next move was.

A sense of deep, innate helplessness sank into her and Dark groaned, stilling as much as she could as the wolves swapped to her tits. That wasn't pleasant either as they groped and grabbed at her breasts, digging their greedy, ruthless fingers into her flesh.

“I dunno, we could take her with us," one wolf muttered, pulling at the chain connecting the clamps to make them bite harder, the mare squealing uselessly. “Could be fun…"

“Nah," the black wolf said back, dismissing the idea out of hand. “We'll string her up when we leave, can't stay too long. Neighbours will get suspicious."

Dark Straw groaned, trying to wriggle and twist away from them, the bed sheets rumpling under her body. That was worse, definitely worse… But if she was left there, maybe she could deal with the torture the wolves doled out on her.

For they were not careful with her, tightening the clamps so they seared brutally into her tits, one of them at an angle so it caught some of her breast as well as her nipple. The more she fought, the more the pain rolled through her, though the black wolf took particular delight in pulling the nipple clamp chain, forcing her tits to pull out from her body, pain arcing brutally through her. Whenever he let the chain go, from yanking it from side to side, he grabbed at and squeezed her tits, digging into them as his short claws raked.

A deep burn settled into her tits as she was abused and the mare squirmed, head tipping down and her back twisting as the grey wolf took up position at her hooves too. With one at her tits and the other at her hooves, it was hard to find escape or any kind of relief, heaving for breath through flared nostrils as her body twitched and jumped away from the ticklish endeavour. His fingers were worse than even the light feather, grasping a hoof and forcing her to be still while he tortured her.

She couldn't have been more securely bound in the moment, crying laughter breaking her gag, though it was muffled, with a wheeze to it. Dark Straw just couldn't get enough air into her lungs, heaving for breath that wouldn't come, tears streaming from her eyes and soaking her cheeks.

No, no, no… This can't be happening…

_ _

She squealed and tried to kick out as the nipple chain was pulled again, the wolf squeezing one of her tits while he pulled at the chain, using everything he had at his disposal to abuse her. For that was all it was: him using her body for his amusement, not caring one bit about what Dark Straw may have had to say in the matter. It was the pony mare, after all, who had left those toys in her drawer, yet she had never even considered them being used for such nefarious, fearsome acts.

Fear curled coldly into the pit of her stomach, wrapping around her spine – just like the rope that tightened around her neck as she pulled with her hooves. She heaved, trying to close her eyes against it all, but that only made the physical sensations worse, when she was denying herself of one sense. It made the rest of her senses stronger.

And she didn't want to smell the sweat on the wolves, their dank fur, or even hear their laughs as they tormented her. She didn't want to feel their fingers stealing agency from her body, even the feathers bringing that lighter, ticklish dance to her hooves. Every time her body twisted in response, lungs aching from broken laughter that did not belong and fighting for breath, they only doubled down, pain aching through her.

“Alright, alright…" She wasn't sure which of the wolves was talking, but it didn't matter anymore. “Time to get going… Get her up. We haven't got all night now."

Dark Straw's eyelids fluttered, but the mare sagged in her bondage, weakly tugging at her hogtie. Already, it felt like she'd lost all the energy in her body, though the wolves didn't seem to care about that. Using the light fixture in her room, along with stringing the rope up over the wardrobe too for stability, they added another rope to her bondage “harness" of sorts, but she didn't know where. At least, the mare didn't know until the pressure around her throat and neck increased, bearing down on her windpipe as her mouth hung open in a pink gape.

“Ah, there you go, she's noticed now," the black wolf laughed. “Have fun breathing, filly. Or not. We don't really care."

The nipple chain swung heavily, dragging at her tits, but the pony didn't know what else to do, her entire being overcome with the need to breathe. She could still get some air into her lungs but not enough – not even then.

Something heavy – she'd never know it was her phone – was tied to the nipple clamps, which was enough to pull her down just a little more, increasing her weight. The rope around her neck was enough to slowly, terrifyingly asphyxiate her, although Dark Straw heaved and gasped through every moment, her body fighting to survive.

She tried to live. She strained to arch her back and relax her legs, keeping her hooves away from her neck to release the tension – but it didn't make any difference with how she was strung up. The rope dug into her neck more and more, being the point at which her suspension bondage was fixed, yet there was nothing kinky about how she slipped away, raking, raspy breath after breath.

It was no relief to not have them tickling her anymore. All she felt was strain, her entire body drawn taut as she fought the lack of breath. Her body was heavy, so heavy, weighing her down as she struggled, weaker and weaker by the moment.

Dark Straw closed her eyes, the rake and rasp of her wheezy lungs clawing at her. Yet there was no escape from her, not as the pressure on her neck closed in, clamping around her increasingly. It was her own weight working against her, of course, but there was nothing the pony could do about it, not after all that had happened already.

Maybe the wolves hadn't meant to kill her. Maybe they had. Either way, Dark's fate was sealed. Her lungs heaved and shuddered, her body fighting with jolts and gasps for breath that the asphyxiating rope simply would not allow her to take.

Heaving breathlessly for air that was no longer hers to take, the pony took her last wisps of air into her lungs, shuddering in place. Her limbs fell loose, only held where they were by the bondage.

Dark Straw the pony, however, was no more, jaw hanging open, a gleam of drool on her lips.