"Now gaze in wonder, as for her final, most fantastical feature, the Great and Powerful Trixie once again slays the ursa major!" Brilliant outlines of the battle took form in the sky, and the awestruck crowd gasped - except for one pony, who simply blinked. She had been doing this for the entire show, and it was driving Trixie crazy, in more ways than one. Adoring fans, she was used to. Hecklers, she could handle - but this gray pony just wouldn't react one way or the other. She had watched the entire show, start to finish, without more than that: blinking.
"And that, my little ponies, is that! The Great and Powerful Trixie shall hold another demonstration of her incredible prowess with magic tomorrow! Bring the foals!" The crowd began to disperse, and Trixie quickly ditched her magician's outfit behind the stage before chasing after one straight, purple tail. She had to get a reaction of some kind.
"So, what did you think of Trixie's show?" she asked, catching up with the other mare to walk alongside her. The gray pony turned her head, and regarded the magician with a cool expression.
"It was nice."
Nice? That show had taken weeks of preparation, and months of savings and clearing her name after... well, after Ponyville. All that work for a nice?! This mare's talent for resisting her charms had to be phenomenal! But she did have to keep on a showmare's facade if she wanted to truly get a pony's attention, and she was sure this case was no different.
"Well, the Great and Powerful Trixie is, of course, open to constructive criticism! Off-stage, of course. What more could she have done to truly capture your imagination?" There, that sounded about right - a few practiced sentences that rarely failed to help. She would have her answer, and tomorrow there would be no deadpan expressions in the crowd - Trixie would astound them all! From there, she could take her show back to the road, and--
"You could have turned into a rock," the gray mare droned, her disinterested air bringing a momentary weakness to the unicorn's knees. Trixie blinked in confusion, but managed to keep her tone under control.
"... I beg your pardon?" She quickly went over the idea in her head, just in case, but no. That just wasn't possible - especially without the Alicorn Amulet. She was better off without it, true, but it would have made an amazing aid to her act, and even brought in enough bits to buy Canterlot out from under the princesses.
"You could have turned into a rock." That drone again. Trixie sighed; maybe she wouldn't be able to get anything useful after all. At the same time, though, walking straight was becoming more and more difficult.
"Well, it was nice to meet you, miss... ah...?"
"My name is Maud Pie." The name sounded familiar...
"Yes, it was nice to meet you, Miss Pie, but Trixie is afraid that what you suggest is impossible. Nopony can perform a spell of that sort." Of course, she had been proven wrong in such statements before, but keeping those memories as far from her mind as possible had become a priority in rebuilding her career. "I will be back on stage tomorrow, if you wish to--"
"I can." She froze in place, and Maud stopped to look back at her.
"What?!"
"I can turn a pony into a rock." The gray mare looked completely serious - not that she ever hadn't - and Trixie gaped for several moments, before finally transmogrifying her incredulity into words.
"But, how? You're an earth pony! Earth ponies can't do magic!" It was ridiculous, but at the same time, a non-unicorn claiming to do magic she could not touched her imagination. She had to admit to herself that perhaps her two defeats at the hooves of Twilight Sparkle had messed her up, just a little - because the idea of being worse at spellcraft than even an earth pony made her squirm. She quickly forced her thighs to remain still, though. The slightest lewdness in public at the wrong time could be the end of her career.
"I can. Come with me; I will show you." Maud turned back to the path and started walking again, and after a moment's thought - decided by another restrained squirm - Trixie went after her. Soon, shadows of familiar fences and mills came into view, illuminated only by the last vestiges of twilight, and the unicorn had to pause.
"Oh, you didn't tell me you were part of this Pie family! Trixie... worked here, for a while," she grudgingly admitted. Memories of farming rocks for two bits a day brought an involuntary whimper to her lips, and she barely managed to suppress it.
"Father told me. We will not go inside; my family sleeps early." Maud led Trixie around the house, towards a small shed out back. Pulling a key from her jacket, she opened the door and explained, "This is my project room."
The contents of the shed were far from impressive. As far as Trixie could tell, it was just a glorified rock collection, scattered and disordered in some places. Two coiled lengths of rope hung from one wall, and four notebooks were neatly stacked on a table - which was otherwise covered in rocks, of course - against the back wall.
"Trixie is sorry, but... were you planning to show her magic with this?" Maud blinked slowly.
"Yes. Take that rope." Raising an eyebrow, Trixie stepped inside behind the other mare and levitated one of the ropes down from the wall. This, she thought, had to be the best or worst trick she'd ever seen. When directed, she stood up on the table, looking down at Maud curiously. "Now tie yourself up."
The only sound that escaped Trixie's throat was a shocked little squeak. Of course, she sometimes had bondage-oriented escape acts; she'd become so good at trick knots that she'd even started wearing a magic inhibitor on her horn after "securing" herself. And in private, she had even started enjoying her own set of ropes, with the inhibitor and without the "trick" to the knots. But to have another mare propose the same so bluntly...! She stammered some kind of non-response, fumbling for words until she felt a gentle hoof on her shoulder.
"You don't have to. You just smell like you might want to do this a more fun way." Trixie sniffed the air, and felt her face nearly caught fire at the realization her scent was so strong she might as well be in heat.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I--" Maud's hoof moved to Trixie's mouth, shushing her. Embarrassed, the unicorn nodded, and nervously began to wind the ropes around her trunk into a simple harness. A few quick trick knots, and the foundation was laid; the remaining length went to wrapping around and around her hind legs, forcing them tightly together as she became more and more eager. There was just enough left to fasten her ankles to the harness, pulling them tightly to her belly. Trixie bit her lip, shivering at the familiar pleasure of her bondage - and even more so at the presence of the mare between her and the door. She was close to helpless; while no member of the Pie family would take advantage to hurt her, she was sure, the potential peril still spurred her on. So with some help, she laid down on her side and securely bound her forelegs as well, fastening them to the harness and to her hind legs to complete her immobilization.
Maud still held the same expression: bored indifference. What more could she possibly want? Was it even possible to please this mare?!
"Good girl." The simple praise completely defused Trixie's thoughts, bringing a stupid smile to her face and a sense of fulfillment - normally reserved for cheering crowds - to her heart. The question making its way to her tongue was replaced with a happy sigh. This was followed by a startled yelp when Maud pushed the unicorn's tail under the rope harness, exposing her soft blue nethers to a cool draft. She had definitely not thought this far ahead, but by now, she was ready to put up with anything to hear those precious words repeated.
"If Trixie behaves, could you please say that again?" she asked, despite the nervous impulses trying to make her stammers incoherent. Maud hesitated for a moment, just long enough for Trixie to gulp, fearing she'd said the wrong thing - that she would be refused.
"Yes." The gray mare knelt down, reaching under the table and out of sight. For her part, Trixie was content to lie where she was, basking in the warmth of two words like a cat in the sun. She was only disturbed when a cool pressure started poking a spot normally covered by her tail and, much like a cat, lifted her head lazily to discover the source: Maud held a long and almost cylindrical piece of rock of fairly hefty girth right up against Trixie's lower lips, slowly turning it about. She moaned softly when the long stone shaft was aligned parallel with her slit; its roughness was more than countered by how wet and ready she was. Its slow, firm strokes between her labia filled her lower body with heat, and she laid her head back down with another quiet, mewling cry.
"Bite this." Trixie found a slender stone tube pressed to her mouth. She was in no mood to complain, and quickly took it between her teeth. Then the world turned to white fire as the stone dildo, warmed and lubricated by her own liquid lust, began to slide into her. The tiniest wiggle made her moan loudly through the tube, the penetrating rock girthy enough to grind roughly against her g-spot with every movement.
"Good girl." Trixie's body filled with twin warmths, the praise filling her heart and the rock, pressed inside of her as far as it would go, fulfilling a more carnal ache. She couldn't restrain herself from trying to buck her hips back against the primitive toy, but shuddered when the ropes held fast against her wiggling, her pleasure nearing a peak. She tried to say... something, she wasn't sure what, but the tube in her mouth reduced it to a series of ohs and ahs. A trio of quick jolts caught Trixie's attention, and she lifted her head to see Maud tapping at the base of the dildo--
Everything turned white, then black, threatening to blank out completely. A pony was crying out in agony - or was it ecstasy? - somewhere nearby, and it took a few moments for Trixie to realize the voice was hers. The toy buried in her sex was thrumming steadily inside her, setting her entire lower body aflame with its vibrations. Trapped in her own ropes, the showmare had no time to even catch her breath before her twitching body began to spasm in pleasure once more, and she was swept away from the world.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
When Trixie finally came back to her senses, exactly one thing had changed: she was buried under the heaviest comforter ever, and far too warm and happy to move a muscle. Also, a bit too weighed down, but her bliss would not be interrupted. Except by whoever was throwing rocks at each other. That was annoying.
"Aahph," she mumbled. Her mouth was full of a stone tube, so that would have to do.
Wait, that wasn't right.
Trixie opened her eyes, and found her vision full of rocks. She couldn't move, and her ropes were starting to chafe a little. With a whimper, she realized she was buried in stone, not a comforter.
"Did you like it?" It was the same deadpan, droning voice - Maud was still there. She let herself relax, and mumbled an "uh huh." The night had been far from what she expected, and far more wonderful. She could still feel the stone dildo vibrating deep within her.
It was still vibrating, and inside her. Not that she minded at all, and she didn't feel like she could have been out for too long. The sound of rock against rock, however, was starting to grate on her nerves.
"Whuh haa?" she asked, hoping to be understood. In response, her air was nearly cut off when something started clattering down the tube. A small object with rough edges landed on her tongue, and she tucked it in her cheek so she could suck in another breath. A cloying, sickly, and almost fruity sweetness was left behind, one she recognized almost instantly as rock candy. It didn't come in quite the same flavor when she tried it before, though, and she couldn't place what kind of fruit was in it. Or maybe it was just the vibrating distraction warming her belly.
After nearly choking a couple of times - she swore to never again suck on hard candy while being pleasured - the sweet was dissolved, and Trixie finally remembered why she was there. She tried to mumble out something again, but this time, not a single sound would come. The gravity of the situation finally penetrated her lustful haze: she was tied up, buried in rocks, and now - somehow - mute.
Trixie panicked, struggling against her ropes and the weight of the rocks in earnest. Her attempt to scream for help was entirely silent, and that made her even more desperate to escape - she had no way to tell Maud she wasn't okay anymore, or even to call for assistance! She tried to levitate some of the rocks off of her, but her magic ran into a familiar brick wall - the inhibitor she loved so much when she was alone. Here, though, she felt deeply exposed without access to her spells. Squirming about, Trixie managed to dislodge one small rock. With hope for escape renewed, she doubled her efforts.
"You're bad at good knots," Maud said, matter-of-factly as ever. Trixie gulped. The gray mare must have "fixed" her trick ties. She would never get away on her own, not without aid. "And you like being helpless, so I made a candy to take away your voice. Do you like it?"
"How dare you poison the Great and Powerful Trixie?!" she wanted to shout. Without a voice to be her strong front, all she could do was whimper internally.
"I will take that as a yes." The crashing of rocks intensified, now coming from all around her, and she could only cry in fear as she felt herself shrinking, even while the rocks closed in around her. While it was surprisingly painless, she felt more and more helpless the smaller she got, and it must have gone on for hours.
By the time it finally stopped, leaving her totally immobilized and in total darkness, Trixie had run out of tears, or even self-pity. She was scared, and even more frighteningly, she was deeply aroused, panting heavily through the tube. The endless vibrations in her sex were almost as effective as her total helplessness at threatening to shut down the higher functions of her mind and leave her a drooling, blissed-out sex toy. Stars kept dancing in her empty vision, and she had stopped trying to count her orgasms. She held on to rational thought by a mere thread, the knowledge that if she ever gave in, there was no chance she would ever get away - and that thought, in itself, was deeply gratifying.
Trixie let go.
She only understood two words as she let her prison and toy fill her world:
"Good girl."
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
The door to the shed swung open, and Maud turned quickly. Her father stood silhouetted against the moonlight, and she relaxed. She knew how to handle him.
"Do you know what time it is, young mare?" he grunted wearily.
"Yes, father."
"It's far past time to be waking everypony up with your rock studies. And besides, ain't you visiting your sister? Don't you have to catch the early train to Ponyville tomorrow?"
"Yes, father."
"So what're you doing making so much noise this late?" Maud turned, briefly, and swept the one remaining rock up from her work table.
"I made a new friend," she said, holding it up for her father to see. He groaned, and then, after a moment, began to chuckle tiredly.
"Well, if that ain't just like my little girl." He shook his head and started to trot away. "Get in bed by a sane time, you hear?"
Maud gave her new rock a fond, tender nuzzle, and slid it into one of the internal pockets of her jacket.
"I think I'll name you 'Boulder,'" she said, and smiled.
