One list to end them all.
The Buck-it List
Twilight sits on her haunches in the middle of her library. A massive list sits in front of her, with thousands of checked off items. Twilight can't help but grin at the last four things she has yet to complete.
"But list, how can you make me keep waiting like this?!" she says with a helpless, eager tone. She sighs weakly.
"Number 996: take pictures with the list. Easy enough." she muses with a delightful shrug. Twilight goes into her dresser, and pulls out black fishnet socks for all four legs. She leans the list against her flank as she slowly pulls them on.
"Oh list, you're so frisky today!" she coos with a cute feminine giggle.
She takes her time, allowing the mighty scroll to enjoy the view. She sets up her camera on a stand, pointing at the bed. She uses her magic to carry the list over to the scene. Sitting next to it on her haunches, she slowly slides her hoof along it's surface. Her lip trembles at every naughty crinkle. She brushes her nose against it, taking in its musty aroma. Her eyes roll back a bit, as her mouth hangs open. The camera flashes, capturing Twilight's pose.
Twilight drags her tongue slowly across the edge of the list, skillfully not ripping the parchment in any way. She gazes across the room at a smaller list, full of techniques to master about not messing up paper during an erotic session, that she had completed as well. She narrows her eyes and smiles at it. Locking eyes with the second parchment, she rubs her muzzle against the master list, forcing the lonely parchment to watch as it's rightful place is dethroned in Twilight's bed.
The camera fills the room with white light, once again savoring Twilight's fun for all time. Twilight giggles in joy as she lays the list carefully across her bed. She carefully mounts it, taking care not to wrinkle the fresh paper. She gasps lightly as its smooth surface tickles her inner thighs. She moves her hips back and forth, enjoying the wonderful sensation of the list caressing her legs. She bites her lip as the tension slowly builds. She stares down at the list, almost unable to stop herself from delving into its literary folds. The camera preserves her promiscuous behavior with another gentle explosion of remembrance.
"No...I can't...I'm not on...the final item yet."
Twilight's legs wobble a bit as she climbs off the paper. She pants heavily, and looks back once more. The wait, while slowly killing her, would be well worth it. She puts away her camera, and tucks her socks neatly back into the top drawer.
She undoes the silky red ribbon with care, enjoying the almost inaudible sound as it fondles the fresh paper. She yanks open the scroll, as if finally exposing its most intimate parts to the world. She bits her lip eagerly as she reads #997: doublecheck with Celestia that no outstanding lists need to be done. Twilight tilts her head back and moans at the thought of hearing her mentor confirm that she alone was so well organized.
Twilight waits impatiently outside Celestia’s throne room. The large, handsome, almost complete list waits by her side, caressing her cheek with it's smooth but firm exterior. She closes her eyes and drags the side of her muzzle up to the very top, gently licking it's edges. She knows from experience how to do it just right so you don’t get a papercut on your tongue. A lone guard wanders by, and stares with confusion at the sight of Twilight getting frisky with a piece of mere parchment. He tries to quietly trot by, hoping to not get involved in princess affairs.
Twilight snaps to her more regal persona, as Celestia casually walks out from another long meeting. She looks down at her pupil with a delighted smile.
“Twilight! It is always good to see you! What do I owe the pleasure? I’m sure there’s hardly a single book we haven’t read to talk about.” Twilight can just barely restrain herself at the sounds of book and read. Pleasure was a generous third.
“Oh nothing Princess Celestia. I was just wondering if there are any unfinished lists I have yet to complete for you?” Celestia chuckles and gives Twilight a small smile.
“I highly doubt you’d ever leave anything unfinished.” Twilight grins to herself.
“So you could say I’m very well organized?” Celestia nods her head. A few seconds of silence go by. Twilight clears her throat.
“Do you mind...actually saying it? If it’s not a problem?” Celestia stares at her for a bit, her smile subtly diminishing.
“I...uh...you’re very well organized Twilight Sparkle.” Twilight aggressively rubs the stone floor with her hoof, not taking her eyes off her teacher. Her eyes tremble a bit.
“And you uh...might also say that I am very timely with accomplishing my lists?”
Celestia’s eyes dart to the left and right confused.
“Um...well yes, I guess that was also implied by my previous compliment.” Twilight hums to herself seductively.
“Would you...care to elaborate? And be very...thorough?”
Celestia takes a few steps back.
“Twilight this conversation is...making me a bit uncomfortable…” She swallows nervously, trying to avoid eye contact with the unusually aroused mare. Twilight takes a few more steps towards her teacher.
“Please...just say it for me.” Twilight begs quietly. Celestia’s mouth trembles awkwardly.
“Twilight you...finish your lists quickly.” Twilight falls to the floor, moaning loudly as she grinds her back into the stone slabs beneath her. Celestia takes advantage of the situation and trots off, trying not to even hypothesis about what the hell was going on.
Twilight licks her lips back in her library, as she reads #998: check the list for typos.
Her eyes scan every last letter and word, knowing confidently she has made no error. Her hot breath bounces against the paper, massaging her own muzzle as if the exotic piece of literature had a mouth of it's own. She inhales the smell of the ink. She would kill to hear the wonderful, light scratching sound of a quill against paper.
She looks around the room for anyone spying on her. When none are found, she takes out a quill, and makes an extra comma. Twilight puts her hooves to her cheeks.
“Oh no! I’ve made an error! Guess I’ll have to be...taut a lesson!” Rope is pulled out from her dresser, and floats through the air. It flies under the bed, with each end emerging back into the air. It wraps itself around Twilight's hooves, stretching her helplessly across her fluffy mattress. The scroll dramatically floats in the air, almost observing Twilight’s form. Twilight bites into her pillow with anticipation, as the bulky literature gradually, but forcefully presses itself against her back. It rolls down past her wings, as if the literal words themselves ravaged her body.
The scroll raises itself a few feet above Twilight’s flank, before colliding with her cheeks. Twilight cries out in gasps of pleasure, knowing a mare as smart as her never makes mistakes on purpose. The scroll spanks her repeatedly, as she calls out in gratitude over and over. The parchment stops and waits, watching her flank tremble helplessly before it’s literary might.
The second parchment, knowing full well it’s rightful place was to be on Twilight’s rear, jumps from it's throne on her shelf and forces it's leafy folds into Twilight’s mouth. It silences the mare’s desperate cries for forgiveness. She feels the large scroll slap against her flank again, unable to call out for mercy. The scroll in her mouth tosses itself furiously to the sides, making Twilight shake her head along with it, completely powerless before it’s very wrath.
Finally, the master list decides its pupil has had enough. The second list flies back to the shelf, satisfied that it had satiated it's frustration for now. The ropes untie themselves from Twilight, and repack perfectly into the same drawer they came out of. If needed again, Twilight knew exactly where they were, just like everything else in her treehouse.
Twilight lays on her back, panting heavily, almost drooling on her bed. The list reveals itself one last time to her, as if projecting it's angry lust against her body.
“#999: wait five minutes before making love to the list.” Twilight cries out in agony, as she bites down on her hoof. She watches the scroll, dancing around in front of her, almost as if daring her to break her own list.
Twilight flails around in bed, desperately wanting to shield her eyes from this literary masterpiece she created. Each second has it’s own story, as Twilight gazes at the clock with misery. The minutes crawl by, denying her the satisfaction she’s been waiting for all year. It takes every last ounce of willpower to stop her hooves from violating herself.
The scroll, as if picking up on Twilight’s predicament, rubs itself on her thigh. She gasps loudly, her mouth hangs open in thunderous cries of pleasure. She kicks her legs wildly, slowly losing the battle with the gorgeous parchment before her. Finally, after five arduous minutes, the time is upon her. The long scroll unravels itself, revealing the checkboxes for every list Twilight completed that year.
Twilight’s tongue hangs on the side of her mouth, as her desires are finally-
Dash stomps an angry hoof over Twilight’s story. The princess looks up at Dash with confusion.
“What? You told me to write a story that has me in it.” Dash narrows her eyes in both annoyance and mild disgust.
“Yeah, but...I mean a story. This got really weird really fast. Like I assumed you’d write about marrying a prince or something, but instead it’s basically you getting it on with a list.”
Twilight looks over her story, a tad annoyed that she was just getting to the good part.
“It’s just a story Dash! Don’t take it so literally!” Twilight says with a dismissive laugh.
“Well tell you what Dash, let’s try this again another time then. Pick a theme for me and we can try that. How does that sound?” Twilight says with a friendly, considerate tone. Dash nods happily, then gets out of her chair and strolls out through the doorway of Twilight’s library. Dash furrows her brow and turns around.
“Uh Twilight, why did you have me check off that list of things you wanted in your story?”
The mares stare at eachother. Dash looks around awkwardly, unable to meet the eager gaze of her friend. "Uh...Twilight, are you alr-" Twilight's door slams shut in a fit of purple magic.
