"Whats the score?"

An innocuous question to be sure. Oh, if it were at a hoof ball game or some silly magic competition, the question would be an easy riddle to solve. But hearing such a question now as Trixie lay in bed, snuggled under warm blankets and flirting with Morpheus? It was terrible. It was a question that raised every red flag Trixie had and pulled the pony from the clutches of sleep into an terror induced sense of alertness.

"Whats the score?"

That voice again. That very same question again. That very same sense of horror again. This time, when she didn't answer, a jolt of electricity rippled through her frame. The little pony tried to thrash and buck in surprise, but her body refused to comply. As if she were under some dark sinister spell and her entire body was paralyzed by some unseen force. Her arms were dead at her sides, and her legs were spread eagle. Even her tail lay still against the bed, quiet and unnervingly numb to her commands.

This was bad. She'd been completely caught off guard this time and she knew what was coming. And worse, she knew what she deserved. It was a simple game really. They took turns using a number of spells to catch the other off guard. Paralysis spells, root spells, hold spells, freeze spells, leaving the opponent helpless and usually in a very compromising position. Then they had an hour to work with, teasing, kissing, licking, suckling- whatever they felt like doing, and for one entire hour, the victim had to keep themselves from slipping over the edge. Oh, an hour is nothing when you're reading a book, or writing a spell, but try and spend an hour with your mare friend exploring every inch and nook, crevice and cranny you have with that soft, silky tongue of hers. Trixie narrowed her eyes and gazed down where her torturer lay quietly.

Twilight Sparkle was resting casually, comfortably with her head against Trixie's inner thigh like a pillow and a wicked grin criss crossing her muzzle. Trixie's heart stopped cold in her chest, and the two of them stared at each other.

"Whats the score?" Twilight repeated while her grin grew larger. Much more hostile. More wicked. More evil. There, that was the word for it; evil. Twilight Sparkle had an evil grin over her lips. Not the playful sort of "I know a secret" grin Trixie sometimes ended up with, or the lovely little smirk she caught when she knew she was about to seize victory in a duel. No, this grin was something else entirely, and Trixie didn't like it at all.

When Twilight didn't receive an answer to her question, she simply shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes, as if she were using Trixie's body as her own personal pillow.

"I can wait just as long as you can." She cooed quietly. Trixie could feel herself blushing; her cheeks turning red along with the inner curve of her ears.

"Whats the score?" Twilight finally asked again- this time punctuating the question with a slow, warm little lick that drew her tongue eagerly across Trixie's inner thigh. Closer and closer still, towards that sensitive junction between her legs. Finally, with Trixie watching in horror, Twilight let her little pink tongue roll lewdly across her helpless, tender sex. The sensation was like electricity- no. No. It was stronger than electricity, it was lightning. It was a bolt of lightning that blasted through her frame and forced a girlish squeal of desire from the blue unicorn's lips.

"Mmmmmm I always forget how tasty you are; tangy with a little hint of sugar. I never really got into this before, but you're just so delicious, Trixie. "Twilight whispered, forcing another helpless moan from Trixie. The praise wasn't helping at all. No, it was making everything so, so so much worse.

"Delicious. I could eat you up all day, Trixie, heh, in fact, I just might. Y-you'll let me worship the Great and Powerful Trixie's body won't you? This is my dream, you know? You'll let me wiggle my tongue in here and oooo taste the great and powerful Trixie's most private, personal little flower? Do you have any idea how sexy you are Trixie? How I can't pull my eyes away from you? How badly I want to touch you? Watching your sexy mouthwatering hindquarters swish when you walk? You've got the firmest flanks I've ever seen. Just touching you is such an honor." Twilight whispered huskily and with each word, Trixie could feel herself getting hotter, and hotter. Wetter and wetter. Not only teasing her body, but her ego as well. Buzz words. Twilight must have copied them down or something. Sexy. Mouth watering. Worshiping. An honor just to touch her? No no no! Damn it! Trixie was going to cum!! She was going to lose this round and Twilight would never let her hear the end of it!

"T-Trixie is ashamed to admit s-she might have to give into Twilight Sparkle this time." Trixie sputtered, feeling more and more heat raise through her loins. Pushing her closer and closer to the edge of a climax. Twilight however, ignored Trixie's comments and pressed her face firmly between Trixie's legs. She took it slow; caressing the soft dark blue petals with little flickering licks. Just using the tip of her tongue where that salty, musky flavor seemed to be the strongest. She worked slowly and methodically, delicately sliding her tongue to the left, up along Trixie's pussy and then around to the right. She closed her eyes and let herself drift away with Trixie's taste. She wasn't working to any specific goal, just teasing. Just enjoying Trixie's personal flavor. Just driving her marefriend crazy with little tentative licks. A wet slurp here. A heavenly lap there. Every now and then she would stop and instead blow cool air across Trixie's hot sex, and watch the poor blue unicorn squeak in torturous delight. By now, Trixie's juices were leaking freely, and she did her best to buck her hips into Twilight's muzzle.

"The great and nnnghhh, the great and powerful Tr-trixie would like permission to cum please?" Trixie babbled, rolling her hips to desperately try and meet with Twilight's tongue. Twilight chuckled quietly, just letting her breath tease across Trixie's needy little clit. She buried her face against the poor pony''s privates, indulging herself with her nose pressed against Trixie's pubic fur, and drew in her spicy scent and held it. Trixie groaned. There was no way she would be able to keep this up for an entire hour. Twilight had already won this round but now she was teasing her just for the heck of it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what was it that you said to me last time? Hmmmm, what was it, oh, what was it? Something about points, Trixie?" Twilight grinned. Trixie wildly shook her head.

"T-twilight please?! Please, please please?! T-Trixie really wants to cum! Trixie NEEDS to cum! I-I'll be a good girl, I promise" Trixie sputtered, blushing furiously at her submission to Twilight. It was humiliating to do, but this torture was teasing her into new heights of ecstasy that Trixie never quite experienced before. And it was driving her crazy. She peered down at Twilight with a pleading look but Twilight shook her head anyway.

"But Trixie you're so marvelously sexy and dreadfully cute, I couldn't bring myself to force you to do something so naughty, so embarrassing in front of all of your fans. The great and powerful Trixie's shows must remain wholesome, hmmm? You wouldn't want to cum in front of such a large crowd, would you?" Twilight teased. Crowd? What crowd? Trixie looked up and gasped in amazement. Twilight's bedroom? No. The fair grounds outside of Canterlot. Hundreds of ponies in the audience, all of them fixated on her and Twilight, watching with wide eyes!! She blushed profusely. An illusion spell of some kind. A very simple trick, but a very effective one.

"H-how?" Trixie sputtered, while Twilight took another long, casual lick. She changed positions now, sliding her warm wet tongue from the right, to the left, in a teasing little semi-circle around Trixie's treasure. Then again, from left to right, before gently, gently teasing her tongue just up along that warm slit- just barely touching her. Trixie gave a girlish squeal, thrusting her hips out automatically, regardless of the number of ponies watching.

"Isn't this what you've always wanted Trixie? Attention? An adoring crowd? All eyes on you? Well on your most secret places, at least." Twilight cooed. Trixie cheeks flushed a royal red, and she tried to squeeze her thighs together, but Twilight was holding them firmly apart, as if showing her off to everyone in Canterlot. It was embarrassing- no, humiliating, but it sent a shiver racing down her spine, and a vicious tingle between her legs. She loved it and she hated it. It was dreadfully humiliating, and yet so helplessly arousing at the same time. A real thrill to be showing off her most private privates to a complete crowd of strangers. She wasn't going to be able to hang on like this. No, no she had to cum and she had to cum now!

At this point, Trixie was drunk with arousal and shuddering as she teetered on the edge of an orgasm. An orgasm she wanted very, very, very much. She was willing to do anything at this point- anything as long as Twilight promised to give her what she needed.

"Ya know Trixie" Twilight said, taking another casual sample of Trixie's sex; plunging her tongue past the flushed blue lips and deep into her tunnel. Trixie cried out, helplessly arching her back and trying in vain to get more of Twilight's tongue- but the purple pony seemed to anticipate this move. She swirled her tongue and kept her breathing directly against the little love button exposed from Trixie's sex. It was enough to keep the poor girl on the edge, but not quite enough to push her over it. "If you were, say to admit you were all mi -"

Twilight didn't get to finish.

"Y-yes! YES YES! T-Trixie is all Twilights! T-Twilight can do whatever it is she wants to Trixie, j-just please let Trixie cum?! P-please Twilight? Please?" The horny pony squealed. Twilight leaned back, prying her tongue from Trixie's sex and grinned. Bingo.

"Whats the score?" Twilight asked smugly. Numbers, numbers, numbers?! How did numbers work again? Trixie couldn't think straight. She wildly shook her head and tried to count...1...2...3...?

"Five to six, your favor! We're not tied anymore!" Trixie blurted out. Twilight raised an eyebrow and leaned forward with that same vile grin etched across her features.

"Well now, I suppose that'll do. Now, hold still." Twilight whispered. She pressed her muzzle between Trixie's legs and for a brief second, Trixie could feel pressure on her clit, and then, well, then that was it. Trixie didn't know what Twilight did, but the world turned to bright white stars. She lost her hearing, and her body tingled with wild, involuntary spasms. It was like an orgasm, her very first orgasm, only magnified by one hundred. It was beautiful- an absolutely mind numbing explosion of sensations that all but rocked her very core. Focus was a long forgotten memory and her body wasn't hers anymore. No, there were no physical sensations- just miles and miles of bright white bliss that cradled her mind softly.

When Trixie came to, Twilight was laying on the bed, sleeping next to her. She was soaked, her muzzle absolutely drenched with the musky scent of hot girlcum, and she seemed to have passed out shortly after Trixie did. With a groggy moan, Trixie whined as sticky fur pulled apart as she shifted in her bed. Most of her inner thighs, lower tummy, and upper tummy her covered in dried pleasure and she peered at Twilight quietly. She had absolutely soaked herself. Whatever spell Twilight had cast, whatever she had done to Trixie to bring her to that intense powerful climax, Twilight was going to regret it.

"Well played, Sparkle. Well played indeed, but now? Now it's Trixie's turn, Sparkle. And you will submit to The Great and Powerful Trixie. Mark. My. Words." Trixie hissed, closing her eyes and snuggling back down under the covers. Perhaps tomorrow, when they were showering. Perhaps at breakfast. Didn't matter. Trixie would discover the perfect place to strike, and Twilight would beg. OH yes, Twilight was going to pay.

Author's Note

Insomnia story: It's 3:45 am. Unedited because it's freaking 3:45 am, and I can't see straight.

More clop from Lady Rarity? How can this be?!
Tis simple, darling. I'm clearly asleep right now, and this is me sleep writing my inner most desires.
Or something.

Something something Fight Club.

Or, also, I'm drunk. Don't judge. Being a lady takes a lot of hard work and wine. Very very wine.
Friendship is Magic.