"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.
A sharp blast of searing flame jolted her awake, bringing the world in a blurry haze of images and scents. Even in the darkness, she could make out the softly rounded curves of the hollow tree. The scent of oak and parchment tickled at her nose, blanketing her with a reassuring sensation of familiarity. She was in the library. She was home.
And yet, thats what frightened Twilight the most; That and the three words that were whispered lazily into her ear as Twilight's hazy conscious turned to focused fear.
"Whats the score?"
She was bent over the side of her bed, her limbs rebelling against her commands, and a cold tingle of a spell danced through her veins. Her mind was a jumble of jagged glyphs and shapes; spells that came together to form nothing and incantations of gibberish. Some sort of magic restraint that kept her mystic abilities at bay. Had she the concentration, Twilight was positive she could have figured out a counter spell; a magical lock pick that could blast her bonds into oblivion and unleash the full potential of her powers. Unfortunately, concentration was the last thing Twilight was allowed to have. Trixie would see to that. She struggled, but found no reprive; each limb limp and lifeless and yet, strangely enough every nerve was alive and sharp. She swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to twist herself around to peer at her surroundings, but the spell kept her solidly bent over- a compromising position she knew was not going to go to waste. She could feel the presence of her marefriend behind her; grinning from ear to ear even in the darkness. A silvery, Cheshire Cat smile that was sinister as it was wide.
Twilight gulped.
"Whats the score?" Asked a voice from behind her. Twilight felt her pulse quicken, her breathing becoming deep and labored as rushed thoughts and excited sensations began to fill her senses. She bit at her lower lip. If she could keep her cool and her calm, there was a chance- a slim chance- but a chance that should could survive an entire hour without Trixie getting the better of her. She could seize the prize at the end of the month of solid servitude from Trixie, and delight in the way it made her marefriend squirm for the week, but first she had to survive. Easier said than done. Still, her academic mind had pin point laser accuracy when studying. She could lose herself into books for hours and all she had to do was reach that spot in her mind- that place where focus trumped over everything else. She could do this.
The first sensation of Trixie sensually squeezing her behind shattered that illusion immediately. She rubbed slowly, gently, squeezing one cheek, then the other, drawing her hooves softly along the deep dark cleft of Twilight's naked bottom. Twilight squirmed, but was determined to keep her cool. Oh, it felt nice, but it wasn't enough to crack her. She could do this, really she could!
"You've been a naughty little girl, Twilight." A voice whispered, and Twilight's ears perked in alarm. No...No, not this... another slow squeeze, tugging at her right cheek to force it into a little bobble, before it came to rest.
"You haven't been turning in your homework, showing up late to class...I'm afraid you really leave me with no other options. I'm sorry sweetie, this is for your own good." The voice whispered, its owner watching in sadistic glee as Twilight's cheeks turned a violent shade of crimson.
"T-Trixie, this is enough. You've had your fun, this is too far." Twilight sputtered, gasping as she felt the sensation of her tail being raised up into the air- the plump purple buns completely bare and vulnerable, exposing her completely. Not just the twin bouncy globes of her sweet round rump, but the damp little mare sex twitching in plain view. No! NO!
Twilight tried to fight it, forcing her thoughts past the growing embarrassment and humiliation to counter Trixie's spell. She could do this. She could beat this! She knew that she could and there was no way Trixie could ever hop- The hooves squeezed again, bouncing her bottom helplessly, and Twilight gave a squeal of surprise, squeezing her eyes shut. When the next squeeze wasn't applied to the curvaceous contours of her rump, she peeked and eye open and gasped. Instead of the darkness of her bed room was the dark green background of a chalk board in a brightly lit room. Her bed was lost- replaced with the firm wood of a teachers desk. She could hear the giggles- the sneers and jeers of pointing students- everyone in the room getting a front row seat for her upturned, backside Nonono!
"You're a very naughty girl, Twilight. Isn't she class?" The voice called out in a sing song voice, burying Twilight under even further humiliation.
"Yes miss Lulamoon!" Came the return cry. No no no. This isn't real! This isn't happening! This is a spell! Fight it!
"And you know what happens to bad little girls who don't do their homework... Right class?" The voice asked again. Twilight was sweating now. No...no please don't say it. She couldn't handle this. She didn't deserve this! She was a good girl! Really she was! She always did her homework! Always arrived early to class! She didn't deserve-
"A spanking!" The class called out, bursting into giggles and forcing Twilight into a squeal.
"No, NO! No, Miss Lulamoon, I'm a good girl, really I am! I- I mean Trixie, Damn it, Miss Trixie, I don't deserve a s-spanking! T-this is all a mistake!" Twilight barked, trying to force the classroom to change back into her room. To turn the tables and make th- The first POP of the ruler caught her by surprise, forcing her ass to bounce and flex in front of the eyes of her peers.
"OH yes, a very naughty little girl indeed! Can you see class? Only naughty little fillies get wet from a punishment!" The voice barked. The classroom filled with laughter and Twilight could feel a cool breath rolling over her exposed sex. No no no! She was a good girl! This wasn't turning her on at all!
Another clap of the ruler- forcing her rear end into a rhythmic wobble and bounce, dancing erotically with each firm slash across her reddening behind.
"And just look at this, Twilight's been eating far to many cookies, no wonder she has such a bounce! "The class erupted into laughter again, and Twilight could feel the sensation of something warm and wet running gently down her inner thigh. The ruler pressed firmly against her bottom and Trixie gave a wicked laugh.
"Fattest plot this side of Canterlot!" She called. The class erupted into laughter, and Twilight turned a darker shade of red. Ok, maybe she'd been studying a bit too much but she didn't think it had gotten that out of hand. She struggled against her bindings again, whimpering at the sound of the class giggling behind her.
"Lines, Twilight. Lines, little filly. "Came Trixie's voice, while a little white stick of chalk danced in circles in front of Twilight's nose.
Smack! Whack! Crack! The ruler spit a fierce flame across both of her butt cheeks. Right, left, right, left, like some weird, exotic march. She knew very well each blow forced her bottom cheeks to wobble and bounce, spreading apart and wobbling together, and each time they did so, Trixie was greeted with the sight of her private little purple pucker, and the damp mare sex just below. Left, right, left, right, it made Twilight gasp and whimper, rolling her hips as best she could as the rain of spanks continued down. Soon both her cheeks were glowing red, and the tingling sensation of pain was quickly being replaced by a lustful need for more. Oh, it was a heat that almost instantly transferred from her bottom to between her legs, leaving Twilight gasping helplessly over Trixie's desk.
"I'm a naughty girl that deserves a spanking." one hundred times on the board, chop chop!" Miss Lulamoon announced, giving Twilight's rump a few light swats with the ruler. Twilight gently took hold of the chalk with her magic- telekinesis still seemed to work and she drew the chalk shakily up to the board. Maybe if she just wrote her lines like Trixie wanted...maybe she could escape this. Maybe Trixie would go easy on her- The chalk dropped to the ground as a wicked sensation of pleasure shot through Twilight's frame. No...she wasn't...she couldn't be!
Trixie had pried the chubby cheeks of Twilight's bottom apart, and was now daintily dabbing her tongue at her most secret, forbidden little girl hole. Trixie grinned viciously, giving Twilight's left cheek a firm 'pat'
"Lines Twilight, Lines. "She called, and Twilight tried to pick up the chalk again, whimpering all the while. The class had gone quiet- the only sound in the room was the chalk scraping against the board, and the hot, lewd squelching sounds of Trixie feasting on Twilight's tight little tailhole.
"MMmm, you taste so sweet, Twilight. You've got the most delicious bottom I've ever had. " Trixie hissed in a husky whisper, forcing Twilight to turn even darker shades of red.
"You didn't know I knew this about you, did you? This little fantasy about being a bad girl...being punished in a class room of your peers...being spanked like the naughty little filly you are...and you certainly didn't know I knew about your number one, dirty, naughty little kink, did you? This is soooo taboo...how dare you call yourself a good little girl. You know the saying, Good little girls are just naughty little girls who haven't gotten caught- and you are a VERY naughty little girl, Twilight." Trixie asked, leaning in to plant a slow suckling kiss right over the shuddering little opening between Twilight's cheeks. The purple unicorn moaned helplessly, clutching at the desk underneath her. Trixie had won. They both knew it. Wasn't an hour up yet? How long could she resist at this point?
Trixie spread Twilight's cheeks widely, and pressed her muzzle in, kissing and slurping, probing her tongue into Twilight's bountiful rump and listening to the embarrassed sounds of pleasure coming from the ponies other end. Her tongue swirled around, clockwise, counter clock wise, probing as deeply as it possibly could, while Trixie examined the twin globes of Twilight's upturned bottom. Two plump, perfectly bouncy hills right in front of her eyes. Her nose was pressed against the little dock under Twilight's tail, and she grinned at every little twitch Twilight made from one of her probing kisses.
"That's right...give in....you love having your butt licked and kissed...toyed with...spanked...it's driving you crazy, Twilight. We both know it...such a naughty, naughty little girl..."Trixie whispered, and grinned triumphantly when she felt Twilight shudder and squeal, shaking helplessly as her orgasm rippled through her. It had crept up on her like a pouncing lion. Secretive and sneaky, upon her before she could bat an eye. It wasn't the sharp, and intense sensation of a vaginal orgasm, nothing had been touching her little pleasure button, but it was an orgasm none the less- a spike of sensation that flooded through her frame, leaving her gasping and panting for air.
"OH...oh my goodness...did you just cum without permission? You really ARE a naughty little filly! Class! Class pay attention! Twilight, here, just came without express permission from the teacher!" Trixie called out. The class returned to its rowdy state, cheering and laughing, giggling at the poor humiliated mare. Twilight buried her head in her arms with a whimper of embarrassment. She knew, somewhere deep down, that this was all fake- an illusion of Trixie's design, but she felt so swept up in it. Everything felt so real, she could smell the chalk, the wood of Trixie's desk, everything.
"Now, if you'll all pay attention-"Trixie announced, drawing her hoof down to Twilight's privates, where she lewdly tugged at one of the girl's puffy, aroused lips. Pulling it to the side, a little gush of cum started to trickle out and Trixie grinned wickedly.
"Do you feel that, Twilight? How did you get so sticky down here, hmmm? Did you cum for me, Twilight? Did I give you permission to do that? I think that deserves another tongue lashing. " Trixie whispered boldly, positioning herself directly behind Twilight. She started with a gentle kiss to Twilight's right rump cheek, then the left. Slowly, ever so slowly, she angled those suckling, teasing kisses closer and closer to the dark divide that split her cheeks in two. No, not again! She couldn't take another tongue lashing! It was so embarrassing...But Trixie didn't seem to care. She went to town, burying her muzzle between Twilight's plump perfect cheeks, and kissed lewdly at that naughty little opening.
Twilight threw her head back and moaned, shuddering as ripples of pleasure raced through her, over and over and over again. How did Trixie know? How could she have possibly known about Twilight's little rimming fetish?! How long had she known? Twilight had never managed to bring up the courage to approach Trixie about it, and now she was kissing her bottom like it was going out of style! The unicorn shuddered again, squeezing her eyes shut.Nonononononono no no nooooooooooh God, YES!!!
Trixie paused in her kissing, pulling back with a grin as Twilight shuddered helplessly, clinging to the desk while her body rocked back and forth.
"You naughty little filly...is that twice? Is that another little orgasm you had, all from me touching your dainty little tailhole? You filthy little slut.."Trixie hissed, forcing Twilight to arch out with another whine. Why wasn't this over already?! How much longer did she need to hold out! Not that it mattered anymore, she'd already lost two points for having an orgasm. Two orgasms, really, and without permission. She really was a naughty little filly.
"Alright, Twilight. We have five minutes left. With the end of our time, I want you to write me a paper on how naughty you are. How many spankings you need for next time, and a comprehensive plan to lose at least five pounds in the next two months. Your bottom is absolutely huge, and I don't know that I can afford to order extra wide seats for my class room. "Trixie hissed. Twilight whimpered quietly, even though the class room was already starting to fade away. Things were getting darker and darker, and the laughter of the other kids seemed like an echo now. The dark wooden desk felt soft under her touch now, returning to her bedspread and her limbs felt tired and stiff, but fully functional. She climbed up onto her bed with an embarrassed whimper and clutched her pillow to her chest, feeling the cold sensation of Trixie's cooling saliva on her rear end.
"H-how...how did you know about..." She whimpered. Trixie, who was a silhouette in the darkness, flashing a devastating smile.
"A magician never reveals her secrets, Twilight. But you loved that, didn't you?" Trixie hissed. Twilight gave only the subtlest of nods, blushing furiously in the dark, and Trixie grinned.
"It was my secret weapon...I figured I'd end up using it eventually, and now is as good a time as any. So, lets see...that's two orgasms without permission, that's 2 points each, meaning your down by four points. It's 6 to 9. You're gonna need a miracle to win, Twilight." Trixie grinned. Twilight grumbled quietly, and pulled the blankets up around her shoulders...well...she tried to. Trixie stopped her with a playful nudge from her hip.
"On your tummy, sweetie." She whispered. Twilight felt her cheeks redden, and slowly, she did as she was told- rolling over on her tummy sheepishly.
"A-Aren't you tired yet? The round is over..." Twilight whined. Trixie shook her head, leaning down to press a loving kiss on the left cheek of Twilight's bum, then the right.
"First of all, I need to kiss these to make them better. I wasn't kidding when I said you had a big butt, Twi, it's gonna take a while. And two, I didn't know I could make you cum just from kissing your behind...I'm going for a Hat Trick. " She grinned, leaning over to plant another kiss on the supple expanse of Twilight's cheeks. The purple unicorn moaned quietly, squeezing her eyes shut as the kisses continued. It was going to be a long night, which was good, since Twilight needed some time to figure out just how she was going to win this game.
Author's Note
Soooo Somepony in one of my groups, complained at the significant lack of rimming and anal play in stories and the like. I set out to help fix that. So if you're reading, I do hope you enjoy, darling! 
