For now, I had left Trixie mute again, her muzzle sealed firmly. I like her quiet for a while. A sealed muzzle makes for a quiet poni, after all.

As for the tease, she needs to learn her place, the new one I had made for her, that is. It isn't as if I'm going to have her roaming free, any time soon, why would I? I had come to love her the way she is. In part, because she isn't up to any tricks.

I can play with her, as I please. Leaving her to enjoy what I'm doing to her as much or as little as she's able to. That part is none of my busyness as she stands. She's merely my toy. She's made out of the rubber I gave her, and it is all she is, until I choose to change her.

What I can't change, is who she is inside, but I may be able to twist it, pushing her buttons this way and that. You are after all an effect of what you experience, your personal history. I'm forming hers, by what I'm doing to her.

If I couldn't build her a room on top, since this is after all a tree my library had been built inside. It's a big tree, granted, but a tree nonetheless. I can't do anything about it, besides, I guess I've come to grow used to this tree as the library and my home.

What I had in mind for her, require a room of her own, a space I can put her in display, without exposing her to the public of Ponyville, or more to the point, the foals, the fillies and colts, aside from all the screamish ponies who couldn't see Trixie like this, even if they had no fond memories of her. I couldn't blame them, Trixie had played the part well, making her self a hopeless victim of what had become my plan for her.

This would be when my magic would prove the most useful, excavating the dirt, in a manner of a unicorn, rather than an earth poni. Building the room, a chamber, large enough for her to stand.

I have created what is to the eye a glass exhibition case, in which to place her as perfect sample of joy and tease, in her private prison. Maybe this could be likened to the time Luna had been exiled on, or rather in the moon. I guess I could ask her. Or I just ignore it.

Her case will have more than ample room for my games. I made it seven feet by ten feet, and seven feet high. That should be all I need. Being a unicorn, do I really need a door to her showcase, I just had other ideas for her.

I'm hiding my price under the archive, where I keep the rare or less popular books, behind a bookcase, even if one may find it an obvious place, but you need to know you're even looking for her down here. I haven't even told Spike about her being here in the first place. Why bother him with such details.

Having Royal backing for my library do have a few advantages. Not just the rare books I've managed to gather for my studies and exquisite tastes. I can add things ponies are never really looking for in the first place. Like my prised Trixie toy selection, even if I have only this one single sample of her. Pinkie Pie has demonstrated how I could change this, though.

Teleporting into her exhibition case is no challenge to me as a unicorn. We all knew I'm good at it. To an earth poni or pegasus, it's impossible, as it is a small feat to a unicorn.

I stand behind her stiff rubber form, looking at her, enjoying what I see. There is no point in denying it. What she felt, is locked within her skull at this time. I'm not inclined to enquirer.

Leaving her with the appearance of a solid rubber mannequin felt just right, in part due to the fact that it wouldn't make anyone consider her an actual poni in her current state, as close to the original appearance as she may be, but a stiff rubber doll never will be taken for a poni.

Being alone with her, in her present form, gave me the chance to enjoy her, in ways I never could have, had she been her regular, genuine self, or if I had had any poni in here with me, or even the chance, or risk any could enter the chamber and see me, or her in here. Naturally, I could have done it in the dark, literally, but why, I enjoy seeing her before me.

At first, I just allow my right fore hoof slide along her back, from the edge of her mane to the root of her tail, just to enjoy feeling her under me, while I know she feels my hoof trailing down her spine, just as acutely as I felt her back. Maybe this is part of the joy and exhilaration. Even if she wouldn't use these words, if she was to express her feelings and experiences no. Am I mean, just because I feel like this?

If I like to enjoy her like this, I do so, but for the tease of it all. I can do as I please, just as when she used magic to remove Pinkie Pie's muzzle. Not that I do this as any kind of revenge, just for the joy of it.

Moving up the tease, I move up, and bend in under her, slipping my muzzle onto the tip of her mound, feeling the slippery rubber of her orchid. It's the price, the target of my tease. She can't refuse, as much as she may like to, or express how much she love, or hate what I'm doing to her. That's only driving me further. I feel wet, as I part my lips, slowly licking the outer edges of her orchid. Feeling the taste of the rubber.

Feeling just how tight she is, despite herself, just because it is the effect of the rubber in place of what was her skin.

After a few minutes, I could feel her reaction on my teasing stimuli on her orchid. I slowly lick at the petals, never did go deeper, even if she couldn't have stopped me, if I had desired to do it to her. Yet, I chose to make due with just the petals, at least for now.

The rubber is too thick, too stiff for her to do anything about what I enjoyed doing to her, though the involuntary reactions of my stimulation obviously did give me something to go on, which only made it all the more exciting. Making a full tease out of it, I break of, leaving her excited orchid.

Lust looking at her for a moment, before I teleported out of the showcase I had her in, before I moved out of the room, and closed the bookcase behind me, leaving no traces of my activities.

Author's Note

I just desided to add to this story, I hope you enjoy where I'm taking the two of them.