Trixie’s heart pounded in her chest as she slid a black latex leotard up her body, the top compressing her boobs and enhancing her cleavage. Next she slowly rolled latex stockings up her legs, then slipped her feet into a pair of six inch stilettos. The final part of her outfit was a pair of latex evening gloves, and she looked over to the other mare in the room.

Twilight, dressed in a tight schoolfilly outfit, was shifting around slightly on the floor, a large red ball buckled into her mouth so tightly that her cheeks were puffed out. Her wrists were bound behind her back and attached to the rope that ran through her crotch, which is what she was pulling on as her arms strained to get loose whilst Trixie got herself dressed.

Standing from the bed, Trixie’s footfalls sent out deep thuds as her heels hit the wooden floorboards, Twilight’s eyes going slightly wide as Trixie approached. The showmare bent over at the hips and moved her hands towards Twilight’s neck, showing the other mare in that moment the collar now had a pink tag, in the shape of a heart, attached to it, and it was inscribed with ‘Trixie’s slut.’

Trixie buckled it as tight as she could then slipped her finger through the d-ring on the front and pulled Twilight to her feet, Twilight whimpering softly as the rope between her labia dug in a bit more.

“Well now, time for your punishment,” Trixie said with a sultry growl.

Leading her over to the bed, Trixie forced Twilight to bend at the hips then snapped a padlock shut through the collar, and also attached it to a small chain from the foot bars on the bed. Bending down, Trixie locked Twilight’s ankles into a pair of cuffs, using some more chain to pull her legs wide.

Taking a moment to enjoy her new trophy, Trixie ran her hands over Twilight’s ass, giving a small squeeze and making her whimper. Reaching for the table at the side, Trixie grabbed a spanking paddle and let it drift over Twilight’s ass. Twilight quivered in anticipation.

Trixie drew the paddle back a bit and then slammed it against Twilight’s cheeks, the librarian jumping forward with a muffled shriek, but her bonds rattled against the bedframe and kept her in place. Trixie struck again and again, smirking at the sounds of pain/pleasure coming from Twilight, but also keeping an eye out for the safety signal they had agreed on.

By the time Trixie decided to stop, Twilight’s ass was practically glowing, radiating a warmth that Trixie could feel even through the latex. When Trixie untied the crotch rope she gave a small giggle, for Twilight’s thighs were positively drenched from her juices.

Leaning over Twilight’s back, Trixie reached around and slipped her index and middle finger into Twilight’s cooch, making her moan as her fingers slid against her walls. Trixie pulled Twilight closer to her chest as she continued to forcibly pleasure the librarian, watching as her cheeks grew redder and redder.

Sensing Twilight was close, Trixie pulled her fingers free and stepped back, a smirk on her face as Twilight let out a pleading whimper. Instead of continuing, Trixie grabbed a couple of floggers she had brought up from Twilight’s playroom, stepping back to line up her shots.

The twin strikes caused Twilight to jolt forward once more, letting out what would have been an ear piercing shriek if not for the gag, then Trixie started in earnest. The flogger in her left hand would strike Twilight’s right ass cheek, and whilst she was dealing with the pain there the other flogger would hit her left ass cheek.

After a good five minutes, Twilight was reduced to a quivering mess, Trixie lifting her head to find the bottom of her muzzle was completely soaked in drool. Twilight’s eyes, which were closed, flickered open when she heard the padlock undone, Trixie then moving to free her ankles and untie the crotch rope.

“Let that be a lesson to you, never forget your homework!”

Twilight thought she was being released, but Trixie instead stripped her clothes off, then stepped in front of her and clipped a leash to her collar. Twilight was forced to follow as Trixie left the bedroom and walked downstairs to the playroom and clicked the light on.

Trixie took a moment to look around all of the different pieces of specialised furniture, a giggle echoing in the room as her gaze settled on one piece. She pulled Twilight over and forced her to sit on the item, using brown leather straps to secure her thighs and ankles to wooden boards, slipping padlocks through the golden eyelets.

Stepping behind Twilight, Trixie untied her wrists and made the librarian lie back, locking her arms in a similar way, finishing with a strap to keep her torso in place, the padlock resting just below Twilight’s breasts.

Trixie put her hand between Twilight’s thighs, where she began to turn a small wooden wheel. This caused a rather thick vibrator, which was just touching Twilight’s pussy, to push in, Twilight giving a muffled moan as she was slowly filled. Leaving Twilight to squirm for a moment, Trixie took a closer look at the other control.

It was easy enough for Trixie to understand, a dial going from ‘min’ to ‘max’ with graduated lines, a malicious grin coming to her face as she set it to full power right away. This caused Twilight’s body to strain against the straps, but Trixie wasn’t done yet.

Standing where Twilight’s hands were balled into fists, Trixie grabbed the wooden boards and lifted them up, causing Twilight to go from horizontal to vertical. Bending down, Trixie ensured that the supports from the main struts had locked against the lower planks, spotting a safety pin for each, which she slotted into the holes.

Pulling a chair in front of Twilight, Trixie sat down and watched as her toy tensed in her bonds, loud but muffled moans filling the room. Spotting another item on the wall, Trixie lit her horn and floated it over, looking at how the parts on each end of the chain worked, and she smirked as she stood up.

Twilight heard Trixie’s heels clacking on the floor as she came closer, the librarian’s head rolling back as she felt Trixie take a nipple between her teeth and suckle gently. The nipple became hard, standing proud from Twilight’s breast. The unexpected stimulation stopped too soon, but that was only so Trixie could move to the other one.

Trixie pulled away after a few moments and looked at Twilight’s chest, her eyes flicking from one nipple standing proud to the other. Lifting the new item in her hands, Trixie squeezed the ends open and held them over Twilight’s nipples.

A scream hit Trixie’s ears as the metal jaws snapped shut on Twilight’s nipples and bit in hard, Twilight panting around the gag for breath as Trixie stepped back and left the clamps in place returning to her seat to watch Twilight endure her sexual torture.

Trixie didn’t have to wait long to reap the rewards, giggling quietly to herself when Twilight’s fingers spread out from fists and her body, where it could, banged against the wooden X frame, a long stream of drool dripping from her muzzle as she moaned through her forced pleasure.

Trixie waited until Twilight had come down from her orgasm, giving her a moment to rest by turning down the power on the vibrator. She then took the chain in her magic and tugged it gently, causing Twilight to whimper softly.

Looking around the room, Trixie began to think about what to do to her willing victim next, but a loud knock on wood, loud enough to be heard over Twilight’s moans, drew her attention. Leaving Twilight in place with the vibrator at half power, Trixie made her way from the playroom and to the main floor, muttering to herself angrily about the impatient pony who had just knocked on the front door again.

Taking a moment to slip into a robe left on the couch, Trixie opened the door to find herself face to face with a tall, cloaked pony. “I’m sorry, but the library is closed at the moment. Please come back tomorrow.”

Trixie went to close the door, but the pony reached up and pushed it open fully, stepping into the library. Although Twilight had dialed back the level of restriction on the ring, Trixie still didn’t have enough magic to manipulate a pony, so was instead going to use her physical strength to eject the intruder. That is until they spoke.

“We did not come here to peruse the tomes, Trixie Lulamoon. We are here to see how your rehabilitation has progressed.” The pony lowered the hood of their cloak and turned around, Trixie gasping and quickly shutting the door, then dropping to the floor in a bow. “Come now, save that for Our sister. Where is Twilight Sparkle?”

“R-right this way, your majesty.” Trixie felt the princess’ eyes roaming over her as she led her into Twilight’s playroom. Upon stepping inside, the two mares found Twilight struggling to get free, muffled grunts of frustration coming from her. “T-there she is.”

Twilight turned her head to ‘look’ towards where Trixie was stood, cocking her head in confusion.

“Pwinceff Lunaff?”

“That is correct, Twilight Sparkle.” Luna stepped towards the X frame and placed her hand on Twilight’s shoulder, the unicorn frowning when she was pushed back down to the bed. “Miss Lulamoon, would you care to tell me what is going on?”

Stepping forward with a grin, Trixie shed her robe to reveal her body, then stood next to Twilight and ran her hands over the librarian’s thighs. “Well princess, Twilight here has been a bit of a naughty filly, so she is being punished. Isn’t that right, Twilight?”

“Yeph, miphtreph.”

Spotting the chair, Luna sat down and watched as Trixie approached Twilight, walked around the back, and hugging Twilight from behind kissed her neck.

“Miss Lulamoon, would We be able to hear Twilight Sparkle speak?”

Trixie nodded, unbuckling Twilight’s gag and popping it from her mouth, the librarian giving a gasp. It turned into giggling when Trixie took her ear into between her teeth and nibbled gently, causing the librarian to roll her hips and let out a small moan.

“As much as I want to let this continue,” Luna interjected, fighting the flush on her cheeks; she didn’t want to admit she wanted to see more. “The reason We have come is that it is time for Miss Lulamoon’s final review. So, Twilight Sparkle, tell Us how she has behaved since the last one.”

Trixie stopped playing with Twilight then, letting the librarian get her breath and composure back so she could answer the alicorn. “Very well, your majesty. Trixie can walk down the street now without somepony saying hurtful things about her, and she’s well on her way to becoming an upstanding citizen of Ponyville.” Trixie’s cheeks burned, and she used her mane to hide her embarrassment.

“We see. And has there been any relapses to her old ways? Even small ones?”

“Only when we’re playing, your majesty,” Twilight replied with a giggle. “The list I was given to carry out for rehabilitation has been completed.”

“It does Our heart well to hear that, Twilight Sparkle,” Luna said as she stood up, looking behind the bound mare. “Miss Lulamoon, as Twilight Sparkle can not see me out, that duty falls to you. Twilight Sparkle, Our sister will send word on her decision on the morrow. Good day to you.”

“And to you, Princess.”

Before doing as Luna suggested, Trixie lit her horn and grabbed two strange looking forks, a couple of feathers, and some brushes, floating them towards Twilight. The two forks were sent to her armpits, where they gently began to scrape, the smaller brushes were placed between Twilight’s toes on her left foot, one of the larger ones went to the sole of her right, and the last went right into her navel. The feathers moved to her nipples, and everything began brushing or scraping at once.

Trixie nodded to Luna and guided her back to the main door. The alicorn stepped out in the streets and lifted her hood once more, turning to face the unicorn. “Your fate rests with Our and Twilight Sparkle’s report to my sister, do not mess this up.”

“I won’t your majesty. And please, feel free to drop by any time.” Trixie waited until Luna had taken wing and disappeared into the night sky before closing the door and locking it again. When she returned to the playroom, Twilight was biting her lip and had her eyes closed tightly, her cheeks flushed.

Stepping over, Trixie grabbed the wheel and tried to push the dildo in deeper, frowning when it fell back out. Clearing her throat, Trixie slid her finger over Twilight’s clit, causing the bound mare to open her eyes, revealing the tears of mirth that were building in their corners. “And what is the meaning of this?”

“I-it’s a c-cam system!” Twilight managed to blurt out, then clamped her mouth shut once more as she tried to resist the tickling. Now understanding, Trixie gained an evil smirk as she took hold of the wheel once more and began to turn it quite fast, sending the dildo in and out of Twilight. Taking hold of it in her magic, Trixie hexed it to go slow, fast, and then stop, the showmare moving back to her seat.

Her horn still lit, Trixie put the gag back between Twilight’s lips and grabbed another item off of the shelving, but this was for use on herself; Twilight couldn’t have all the fun, right? Putting the power cord into a nearby outlet, Trixie placed the device between her thighs. A quick pinch on Twilight’s nipples got her to look at Trixie, who was smirking at the bound mare. “Do not cum before me, or there will be consequences.”

Trixie then clicked her item on, loud buzzing filling the playroom as the powerful vibrator was pushed against her marehood, which was already damp from her arousal. Closing her thighs tightly around the vibrator, Trixie reached for her breasts and started to massage them, keeping her eyes locked with Twilight’s, knowing full well that her show would send the librarian crazy.

As her pleasure levels rose, she began to roll her hips, licking her lips seductively, her fingers gently squeezing her nipples. She had to hold off on showing her mirth when Twilight gave in to the stimulation, moans and giggles mixed together. It didn’t take long for a muffled scream to fill the room, Trixie looking up to see Twilight curling her toes and fingers, her eyes slammed shut.

Trixie reached down to turn off her vibrator, giving a disappointed sigh and standing, slowly walking over to the mare who was laughing and moaning through her orgasm. Trixie said nothing, merely reaching up to ungag Twilight as her magic let the dildo come to a rest halfway inside the librarian’s pussy and paused the tickling items.

Twilight panted for breath, Trixie looking at her for a moment with a raised eyebrow before she turned and walked from the playroom, calling back over her shoulder, “Trixie knows you enjoyed that, you naughty teacher’s pet, but Trixie’s afraid that’s all you’re going to get tonight. I shall be back to free you once I have freshened up.”

Huh? Twilight was confused, but then she remembered the scenario she had cooked up for the evening. Oh yeah. Well, at least I can just hang here for a bit. As soon as the door closed, the brushes and strange forks began a new onslaught, Twilight’s eyes widening as she realised Trixie wasn’t done torturing her. No longer attempting to keep her mirth in check, Twilight let her laughter echo in the playroom

Slowly waking up, Trixie went to give the unicorn between her arms a gentle squeeze, opening her eyes when she felt nothing there. Sitting up, she heaved a cavernous yawn and stretched out her arms, then swung her legs from the bed, slipping her feet into a pair of pink fluffy slippers and pulled on a matching bath robe.

Leaving the room, Trixie made her way downstairs, drawn by the sounds of someone working away in the kitchen. It was neither Twilight nor Spike she found at the stove, but the young unicorn mare whom she had seen the drake with. “Good morning, Dinky,” Trixie said as she sat at the kitchen table, reaching for the pot of coffee placed there.

“Good morning, Miss Lulamoon.” Turning from the stove, the teenage unicorn set a plate stacked high with pancakes down on the table, then set three places. Trixie was confused, but before she could ask who would not be present, Spike walked in whilst yawning, grabbing Dinky from behind and burying his snout into the back of her neck, the mare giggling. “Spike, stop. We’re not alone.”

“Huh?” Looking over her shoulder, the dragon saw a smirking Trixie staring back at him, giving a shrug as he gave Dinky a gentle squeeze, then pulling away and sitting down. Conversation was kept minimal during the meal, merely small talk, until Spike remembered something with a gasp. “Oh yeah! Trixie, Twi asked if you could meet her in town after eating. She also said to wear something nice.”

“Did she say where?” Trixie wasn’t surprised to see the drake shake his head, knowing just how much Twilight liked to slip her little mystery games into everyday conversation. Once she was done eating, Trixie went to wash her plate, but it was taken by Dinky, who then shooed the showmare from the kitchen, saying something about ‘No chores for you today’ and thoroughly confusing her.

Giving a shrug, Trixie left the kitchen and made her way back upstairs, pausing when she passed the guest room. Placing her hand on the door, Trixie sighed, happily as she remembered how far she had come since that fateful night of returning to Ponyville. Shaking her head clear, she walked into the room she now shared with Twilight and stripped off, stepping into the en suite bathroom.

Trixie, although a showmare by trade, wasn’t one to worry about her everyday appearance, unlike mares like Rarity, but today she felt the need for a little extra. Turning the shower on, she waited for the room to fill with steam then stepped under the downpour. Unlike most of her morning’s routine, she not only washed but conditioned her whole coat, followed by some scented oils, the smell of which made her giggle. Lavender, my favourite. Just like Twi… I wonder, is it some sign we were meant to be together?

Shaking the thought from her head, Trixie finished up in the shower and got out, wrapping a towel around her as she did the rest of her cleaning procedure, such as cleaning her teeth. Walking to one set of double doors in the room, Trixie pulled them open, pushing half of the clothes away and not giving them any thought; there were quite a few not suitable for a public appearance.

“Something nice…” Trixie said to herself as she stared into her wardrobe. Nice as in to impress ponies or nice to impress one pony in particular she did not know, so simply chose a white blouse and black skirt suit, with matching heels. Giving a giggle, she selected some lacy black lingerie and stocking just in case it was only one pony she was meeting. Quickly toweling off and dressing, Trixie stepped out into the surprisingly empty streets. “Where is everypony?”

Hearing the din caused by a large crowd talking amongst itself, Trixie turned to her right and made her way down a side street, her eyes going wide when she reached the other end. Around town hall seemed to be everypony in town plus a few more, and stood above them she could see Twilight Sparkle. Must be on a stage or someth.. hey!

Trixie turned to ask why a pony had just placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, but the words died in her throat when she saw it was a Royal Guard, with several more behind him. The stallion nodded in the direction of Twilight, the crowd parting to allow them through as thousands of questions swirled through her mind.

What is going on? Are they here to take me to the dungeons? I… is Twilight doing this to humiliate me? The last thought turned her on a little, but by then they had reached the stage, where Trixie saw not only her marefriend, but Princesses Celestia and Luna. The solar alicorn gave her a gentle smile and waved her closer, Twilight giving a nod. Slowly walking over, Trixie dropped to a knee and bowed her head in front of the ruling sisters, waiting for them to speak. She was not left waiting long.

“Citizens of Ponyville,” Celestia said in a voice a bit louder than usual, hushing the crowd. “The mare before you has wronged you, and in some cases, caused damage to your lives. My faithful student took on the task of rehabilitating her. I must admit, I had my misgivings about such a venture, but I was proven wrong by the reports that graced my desk. Documents from the guard I left behind, of the interviews he conducted with yourselves. It is because of these reports that I am here today. Captain?”

The stallion who had escorted Trixie to the stage gently helped her stand, then held a hand over her horn and began to chant quietly. She shot a pleading look to Twilight, but the librarian did not move or even look at her, her gaze firmly on the guard. A few moments later there was a flash above her head followed by a mechanical click, and the guard pulled his hand away, holding it palm up; in the middle rested the golden ring that had been used to seal the majority of her magic away.

Realising the guard was offering it to her, she raised a shaking hand and took it, her mouth working to say something as Celestia stepped in front of her once more. “Trixie Lulamoon, this town has forgiven you for your tresspasses against them.” Celestia leant down and kissed Trixie’s forehead. “Go now and live in the freedom you have come to value.”

Trixie’s knees wobble, and gave way a moment later, but she never fell to the stage as Twilight darted forward and caught her, holding her in a tight embrace. The librarian watched as the townsponies nodded their agreement with the action and slowly started to disperse. After the crowd had thinned out a little, Twilight lifted Trixie’s face to look at her, both smiling with tears in their eyes, then softly connected their lips.

They kept them pressed together, until Celestia spoke again. “Luna, my dear sister… it seems something was missing from your report last night. Care to explain?” She turned to look at her sister, but Luna just waved at them as she walked away amongst the crowd. Celestia turned back to the blushing unicorns stood next to, crossing her arms. “Well… I’m listening.”

Author's Note

See, it's not dead! Now, who wants to be Miss Lulamoon's new pet?

Anybody?

And look! Don't have to be naked to radiate sex appeal!

Oh, and for how Twi is bound. Go here. Search for 'Twilight Sparkle,tickling,twixie,suspended'.