Chapters I slid my hooves over the black, shiny fabric clinging onto Trixie Lulamoon.
She cringed.
“Did a cockatrice bite off your tongue, Trixie? I thought you were all about talking big and giving speeches. Let’s hear it. Give me a speech, he-he.” I snickered.
“This isn’t happening...”
“Welcome to my classroom.” I pointed a hoof across all of the basement. “We’re going to learn so much here.”
“How did I get myself into this situation? Everything was going so well...”
I ignored her blabbering. “But first, the ground rules. As long as you’re here, you won’t use your magic without my permission. Do you understand?”
“Fuck this shit!” Her horn charged up. “Trixie’s getting out of here.”
“Shut it off!” I exclaimed, lifting a forehoof in the air.
“You’ll see just how limitless Trixie is. Behold the mistress of escape. You’re about to witness a fury of the Great and Powerful—”
I banged on her horn.
“Ouch!” Her body shook, and the magical aura flickered away.
“You were saying?” A smirky smile crept my lips while I charged my magic. “I see you’ve already forgotten just how escape-proof this construction you’re in is. But I remember... I remember everything, and I know what you did!”
“Twilight, what the fuck?” She yelped. “You hit my freaking horn!”
I cast a charged aura around her horn. “I forbid you using magic, Trixie. Just don’t do it. I can’t accentuate this enough. Don’t even think about using magic!”
“Well screw that and screw you, Twilight! First, Trixie’s getting out of this trapping construction and inequanely tight clothes, and then this mare is out of here.”
Her horn lit up again. The charged aura sparked and a flash of light enveloped the basement. “Aaa!” A smell of charred skin rose from the smoke enveloped boney surface.
“My horn! It hurts! It hurts so bad! What did you do, Twilight? What the fuck did you just do?”
“I cast a supercharged magic chamber. When you touched the aura with your channels it transferred all the gathered energy to your horn. I’m pretty sure there’s no permanent damage, but you won’t be able to use your horn for a while. Not until the energies stabilize inside its core.”
“It stings so bad!”
“I told you not to do it!”
“Fuck!”
“Play nice now.”
“Trixie hates you, Twilight. Trixie hates your basement, and Trixie hates your invasive clothes!”
“Good thing Rarity can’t hear you right now. Badmouthing her design like that...” I rubbed a forehoof on her shiny flank. “The clothes aren’t an issue here, though; you are!” The fabric slid on the coat beneath it as I wrinkled it. “How does it feel inside? Does the tightness of your encompassing cocoon steal your freedom that you love so much? Every part of your body; trapped. Like a hundred hooves constantly touching you all at once. I wonder, with your mistrust for closed spaces, how are you even bearing it all? You said you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing this tight outfit. Yet, here you are, caught, and not even dead yet.”
She swung back and forth in the construction. “I don’t want to be here.” Her head shook from side to side, but she couldn’t break free. The restraints held her fixed to the spot.
“What’s the matter, Trixie? Do you have claustrophobia or something?”
Her body shook again. After a yelp, she looked up at me with eyes widespread. “Mhm...” She nodded slightly.
The corners of my mouth drifted back as a fun idea struck me. “Ugh, did you feel that?” I stopped moving and perked my ears as if I was listening. “I think something is very wrong!”
“Wha… What is it?”
“That deep rumbling… It can only mean one thing…”
“What rumbling? What’s going on?”
“The whole place is coming down. I need to get out of here right now!” I bottled my urge to laugh and looked at her with the most serious face I could muster. “I’m leaving you behind, Trixie. It’s everypony for herself.”
“Aaa!” She cried out as she looked toward the ceiling. “Don’t leave Trixie down here! Please don’t abandon Trixie! Aaa!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. With a hoof on my chest, I burst into laughter as I crumpled on my tush. I waved the other forehoof at her. “You’re too easy!”
“That wasn’t funny!” She screamed, her eyes still darting across the basement.
“Why am I laughing then?”
“Because you’re sick, that’s why!” She continued whispering to herself, “I’m not in any danger! I’m not getting crushed! It’s just a stupid cellar. Breathe, Trixie! Breathe!”
“You’re obviously the sick one here, Trixie.” I stood up on all fours. “I think I’m meant to help you, though. It’s my purpose in serving the Greater Good.”
“Yes, Twilight, help Trixie. Unstrap the restraints. That’s how you can help Trixie right now.”
“No, not like that. You see, Trixie, you being here can’t be a mere coincidence. Accidents like that don’t just happen. I believe it was preordained.”
“Preordained?”
“Yes. Why else would the Tree of Harmony create dungeons in my castle if they weren’t meant to be used? It wanted bad ponies to be put here, so I could help them. I’m certain of it.”
“You really are insane.”
”No, no, you’re the one with a mental problem, and it is my duty as a Princess to help you with it. We both need to work on it and make you better. It’s obvious that your issues go way deeper than just your fear of closed spaces. Your motivations are way off balance. Maybe it’s your past that influences you badly. Let’s break that down first.”
“What are you on about?”
“We both know what you did to me.” I threw the body-swapping charm down at her forehooves.
She cringed as it hit the floor.
“It’s the trinket you used to swap our bodies. You intended to keep me in this dungeon forever while taking over my life. Had I not short-circuited the amulet with my saliva, you’d still be defiling my body.” I caressed my wing with a hoof.
I looked back down on the trinket. “I’m guessing you had to work your ass off for at least a year on a rock farm to afford such a trinket.”
"D-Do not insult the powerful Trixie!" She tensed, gripping onto the restraints, groaning a little. She twitched ever so often, trying to get free, but to no avail. She was totally and utterly tied down. The contraption didn’t give her a hoof of free movement. “Those details do not concern you!"
“You know what. You're right. I don't even care. Whatever the case, I don’t think it was worth it!” I plunged a forehoof against the evil Sombra artifact with all the force I could muster. Sparks flew in all directions as it shattered.
“Nooo!” Her mouth stayed open. The stillness of her face was only hindered by the tears, rushing down her cheeks. “You don’t have the clue of the lengths Trixie went to get it!”
I raised the hoof from the shattered talisman on the floor. “Oh, you didn’t want me to smash it?” A grin snuck on my lips. “My bad.”
“The precious… One of the kind...” She sobbed. “Trixie bet everything on it!”
I softly wiped a hoof against her cheek and captured a tear. My eyes closed as if by themselves when I licked the sweet liquid off the hoof. “Mmm, this is interesting and rather unexpected. It seems I like it when you cry. Cry for me some more, Trixie!” I grinned at her.
She stared into my eyes. Her face twitched, her teeth were clenched. She forced her tears back. "T-Trixie does not cry when told!" She spat, growling.
“Trixie! What you did to me is unforgivable.”
Her body shook profoundly. “Trixie needs to get out of here!”
“Wait. Let me recalculate that.” I ran my estimates of quantities of moral, physical, mental, potential and collateral damage, forming a mental graph of all the relevant parameter influences.
“Let me rephrase myself. What you did to me is unforgivable, by the means of your suffering in a span of one day. That much punishment in such a narrow window of time would certainly kill you. And I could not forgive you if you died on me, especially since your previous baseline already necessitated high amounts of forgiveness requirements.”
It was as if she was frozen in place. With eyes wide open she stared immovably down at the floor.
“Don’t worry, Trixie. I know this looks bad from your perspective. Well, it looks that way because it really is bad. It’s very bad, actually. The amount of suffering I shall bestow upon you… Oh, I’m sorry. I digress. The good news is, that in the end, you will be forgiven.”
I caressed her head with a wing. “Actually, if you take the whole concept of my means of forgiving you into account, that really isn’t such good news for you.”
She cringed when I slapped her face with a wing. “In fact, it’s very bad news. Every minute of it you’ll be wishing…“ I waved with a hoof in the air. “Oh, getting ahead of myself yet again.”
“I haven’t been in such disarray since my magic kindergarten exam. I can hardly think straight. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that there was something wrong with my mind. Of course, that certainly can’t be the case. It would be too horrible to conceive. My brain is what I am and I know I am, so this is how I really am. Therefore, I’m as fine as a butterfly.”
“You don’t sound fine, Twilight.”
The gold scepter came into my view. It had a red gem embedded on the bottom of it and was topped with the head portraying me. I had brought it to the castle to test it for residual chaos energies, but all the tests confirmed that it was just normal matter.
My captive eyed the scepter. “You’ve got issues, Twilight. Why don’t you just deal with them yourself and leave Trixie out of it?”
“I can’t do that, Trixie. You’re the cause of my issues and in turn, they involve you. You see, I just want to hurt you—really bad. The majority of my brain is contemplating ways of maximizing your pain versus damage ratio right now. The rest of my cognitive processes are trying to resolve this burning feeling that the scepter could have some other uses besides being tested upon. Perhaps these thoughts could all be combined into one. Hmm...”
“You’re not fine at all!”
“But wait!” I lifted a hoof as an idea struck me. “Never mind all that. I have some really good news!”
“Do you?”
“It was wrong of me to say we can’t finish this in one day. Just now, the rational part of my brain thought out a way that involves you flying out of the castle, free as a bird.”
She sighed. “Finally, some rationality around here.”
“On top of that, I would forgive you for everything you’ve done. Isn’t that great? You’d really like that outcome, wouldn’t you?”
“Trixie will take it and promise she’ll run really, really far away. You will never see or hear from Trixie again, Just please, let Trixie go.”
“I’ll respect your decision, Trixie. Getting a saw now.”
“A saw?”
“Why yes, my final solution involves you, flying out of my castle with your cut off horn in your rectum. In order to produce the desired result, I need a saw. It would be inequine if I tried to remove it without any tools.” I paused to contemplate the words I uttered. “I know it sounds a bit extreme, but if you look past all that, it’s pretty much good news all the way.”
“Wait, no, please! Trixie changed her mind. Please don’t cut off Trixie’s horn. It’s the only thing Trixie has got left to show for. If you do that, Trixie won’t be able to go on. Please don’t harm Trixie’s horn.”
“Okay, you want the alternative then?”
“How much more, Twilight? How much time must Trixie endure your shit?” Her gaze shifted to the object in my magic field. “Twilight, what is that you hold in your hooves?”
“Shh.” I wanted to slide the item in her mouth, but she kept it closed.
“A-a!” she said between her clenched teeth.
I moderately hit on the bottom of her neck with a hoof and prompted a gag reflex. She opened her mouth just enough for the gag to slip between her teeth.
“N-n!” she shook her head.
Her eyes opened wide. She looked at me for a moment. Her body spasmed then stopped. She slowly nodded.
“I do really want to forgive you, Trixie. Honest. Sadly though, launching up some fireworks and running away in a puff of smoke just isn’t going to cut it this time around. Forgiveness is an old method that was proven to be ineffective in your case. I’m using new methods now. And don’t worry; they’ve been extensively tested on changeling prisoners. They work wonders for subduing their wild nature.
“You do understand that there is a lot for me to forgive you this time around, right? However, before I can do that, you’ll need to collect about—” I paused to run the calculations in my mind. “—a hundred and twenty forgiveness points.”
I stepped in front of her, sat down on the floor and took hold of her head with both forehooves as I looked in her reddish purple eyes. “After you’ve gathered a hundred and twenty forgiveness points, I will fully forgive you and let you go with your horn intact. Do you agree to this alternative?”
Both forehooves moved up and down as she nodded in the constraints of my embrace.
“Good, I’m guessing you’re eager to start earning them?”
She gagged. Drops of her saliva fell on the floor while she tried to mumble through the mouthpiece.
“Oh, what are forgiveness points you ask?”
She calmed down a bit and lifted her eyebrows as she looked at me.
“It’s really easy to collect those. You won’t even have to invest much active effort to obtain them. I’ll be doing most of the hard work on your account. All you have to do is hang around.
“For every day you keep me company, I’ll give you one forgiveness point. Simple, right?” I pulled out the gag and let it slip down her neck.
She spat the saliva that gathered in her mouth. “You won’t get away with this, Twilight!”
“It’s not like anypony will miss you.”
She yelped.
“Trixie doesn’t want to play your stupid games anymore, Twilight!”
“There’s a hard way to do this, Trixie—”
“—And an easy way, right? You want Trixie to apologize. Well, fuck you, Twilight, and fuck your self-righteous sadism; Trixie has nothing to be sorry for. Why do you get to have everything while Trixie has nothing? No home, no friends, no respect. It isn’t fair. Trixie just took what Trixie deserved.”
“I’m glad you don’t approve of the easy way out.” I bumped her on the nose. “I don’t approve of it either, that’s why I wasn’t going to offer it to you, anyway. There’s only the hard way.”
She cringed. “Wait, wait... If Trixie says she’s sorry, will you let Trixie go?”
“Eh, Trixie.” I sighed. “You’re not taking this seriously at all, are you?”
She whispered to herself, “I can’t believe this is really happening...”
“We’ll think of something more original later on, but right now I just want to pound on you until you beg me to stop and then keep pounding on you until I get my fill. You understand, right?”
“No, Twilight, Trixie doesn’t understand! What you’re saying is insane. You’re insane!”
“I want to fuck you up, Trixie. I want to ravage you so badly.”
“Twilight, you’re fucking mental. Please tell Trixie this is just some kind of a sick joke!”
“Your whole life was a joke, Trixie. But I’m ending the shenanigans. I’m going to get really serious with you.”
She looked away.
“I see that any more of my words would just be lost on you. You’re too thick to appreciate them. But there is another way for you to understand me.” When I repositioned the gag within her mouth, I floated up the golden scepter. “It’s called non-verbal communication; a universal language that everypony understands on an intuitive level.” My eyes shifted to her, “I bet you do, too.”
“N-ghh!”
“During your stay with me, I’ll help you keep track of your collected points. One point; one mark on the board. After you collect the assigned quota, I will forgive you in full, and you will be able to have a fresh start. Isn’t friendship magical?”
Aside from a snort, she gave no reaction in response.
I walked behind her. “Let me make it more real for you then.” Raising a hoof, I struck her flank.
“Nnn!”
“Mhm.” I nodded. “You know that dilemma I had before about the usage of my scepter in regards to you?” I looked at it then at her plot.
With wide-spread eyes, she stared at me until the pain brought forth by the scepter shut them close.
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“I can’t believe you dared to lay a hoof on me, Twilight! And you did so much more. You beat on me!”
“Mmm, if you’re observant you can already detect some resolutions taking place. Your speech patterns are improving. I always hated how you referred to yourself in the third person, and now you’re talking almost like a normal pony. No more Trixie this and Trixie that.”
“You’ve crossed the line, Twilight.”
“...And yet, you don’t seem to be grateful for my accomplishment.”
“You’ve crossed it by a fucking mile! What in Tartarus is wrong with you?”
“This may seem out of my character to you, Trixie, but I assure you, I needed to do this, for my and your sake.” I slowly circled around her, caressing her body with a wing while I stepped by her side.
“You’ve really hurt me, Twilight! I don’t think you even get it. You’ve actually gone ahead and literally hurt me. You’ve hurt me for realz.”
“You’ve hurt ponies too, Trixie.”
“I’ve never beaten on anypony!”
“You’ve endangered lives and today you wanted to discard mine. That’s infinitely worse than what I’m committing you to.”
“What you’re doing is wrong! Just stop for a second and think. You know it’s wrong, right? Right?”
“It was your actions that were in the wrong. I’m just balancing karma. What you wrought has to be addressed.”
She shook her head, then focused on me with her big eyes. “Look, Twilight, I may have made a mistake in my past, but hurting me won’t fix it. It won't fix anything.”
“It will fix you, Trixie. It will prevent the future you from hurting any more ponies.”
“Twilight, I don’t think I like where you’re going with this. How about you let me go and we can both forget about all this?” She slightly nodded at me.
“No, Trixie. I cannot do that.”
“Well, why the fuck not?”
“Fluttershy taught me this lesson. If you see an injured bird, you should help it. The more the critter suffers, the more afraid it will be of you and the more it will struggle in an attempt to escape. But that just means you have to work extra hard to help it.”
“I wasn’t hurt until you started to beat on me!”
“Oh, but you were, Trixie. In here.” I knocked on her head with a hoof.
“I just want all this to stop. Tell me what I have to do to make you stop and I’ll do it.”
“And here I thought we already covered that lesson. You’re not the only pony in Equestria, Trixie. This isn’t just about what you want. You have to take others into consideration too. But you’re not doing that. You’re pushing your own agenda on me again.
“Following your perverted dreams and desires is what got you into this mess. I’ll teach you to abandon them. I can see you want to give in to your instincts. You just want to run away without taking any responsibility. But I’m not going to let you relapse. If you’re incapable of keeping your urges under control, I’ll have to trample them for you.
“You were a slave to your own desires. But here, in my sanctuary, you can finally be free.”
“You’re killing me here, Twilight!”
“Oh, and don’t hope for Death’s embrace. I know what your body can handle and where the hard limits are. In fact, I’ll measure them precisely. You can put your fears to rest because nopony will give heed to them in your new home that is this basement. Your whole world will consist of me and my toys.”
Her tail whipped from side to side.
“Even though there may be some discomfort on your end, there won’t be any permanent damage to your body, except for the scars and burns. You can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, you know? Do you feel content and secured yet, my pet?”
“Of course I don’t!” Her head bowed. “You don’t like me, Twilight. I get it. Almost everypony hates me. But it doesn’t even matter. You don’t need to fix what we have between us. We can solve everything right now if you just let me go. You’ll never have to see my sorry face again, I promise.”
“But that would mean you wouldn’t get my forgiveness. I couldn’t do that to you, Trixie!”
“I’d be okay with that. Really!”
“I wouldn’t be.”
“But—”
“No!” I exclaimed.
She continued with a lowered voice, “Twilight, I’ve been thinking—”
I struck her with my scepter.
“Auch! Why’d you do that for?”
“Sorry about that, preemptive strike. Next time I’ll try to wait for you to express your stupid ideas before hitting you. Go on, pet.” I lifted up the scepter in a position for another strike. “Express yourself freely.”
“You’ve proven your point, Twilight. Can we just stop all this now?”
“I cannot stop until you get what you deserve.”
“Okay… How about this, Twilight. I really want to be punished according to my supposed crime. Can you tell Celestia that you’ve captured me so she can come here and look at the state of things? I’d like to accept judgment from her.”
“No need, she mostly handles global affairs, I’m entrusted to keep order locally.”
“But I am a global affair. My actions could have resulted in angering an Ursa Major. That had the potential for a catastrophe.”
“Yes, you make a valid point, but we still better not involve her.”
“Please.”
“Trust me, you don’t want that. She doesn’t react kindly to her ponies being put in danger. I haven’t told Celestia about your invasion of Ponyville, not to the full extent. I didn’t hide the truth just for your benefit, of course. She has charged me to keep this zone under control, and I didn’t want to tell her that I failed to prevent the incident.
Let’s just say that if she heard the whole truth, she wouldn’t react kindly to it. There’s a reason why I didn’t want Starlight Glimmer bringing you over to a dinner with Celestia. You wouldn’t go unscathed if she learned about all of your escapades in Ponyville. But tell you what, Trixie, I’ll punish you in her name as well.”
“Fuck!”
“I guess you’re worried about the damage to your body. Well, I’ll have you know that I’m developing a healing balm based on Zecora’s healing potion. It will have major healing effects with only a minor chance of causing cancer.”
“Fuck! Fuck!”
“It should be developed by the next full moon. Until then, I’ll just have to take it easy on you.”
“Phew. That’s a relief. For a moment there, I thought you were losing it and were about to hurt me. I’m glad we’re back to just talking.”
“Oh, we’re going to do much more than just talk. But don’t worry too much. I never lose control of myself. I don’t! I know the stress each bone in your body can take without breaking. I have complete confidence in my self-control. Surely, I won’t rip you apart, even if I’ll feel like doing just that.”
“No! No! No! Fuck, no!”
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“So, Trixie, are you an alicorn princess?” I asked her.
“No… ” Trixie looked away.
“What are you then?”
“Um, I’m a unicorn magician?”
“I don’t think that captures the gist of you. Try again!”
“I’m a performer?”
“Still holding yourself on a pedestal, ey?”
“What?”
“What do you have to show for yourself?”
“I can do pretty good magic tricks.”
“The first thing you did when you came to Ponyville was hurt ponies and bring an Ursa Minor to wreak havoc.”
“I didn’t know that would happen—”
I hit her.
“Auch! I didn’t—”
I hit her harder.
“—Aaa! Please, hear me out. I wasn’t—”
“What is going on here? I see your mouth moving, yet all I hear are excuses.”
She pressed her eyebrows together. “Snips, and Snails—Aau! Please stop hitting me!“
I focused my magic on her mouth and forced her lower jaw to move up and down while I spoke. “Excuses, excuses, excuses!” I hit her again.
“Auu! Please!”
“And then the second time you came to Ponyville—”
“It was the alicorn pendant that made me do it.”
I pounded on her relentlessly.
“Auu! No! Aaaa! Stop… please… No more… ”
“You used your tricks to hurt ponies. You think using magic in that way is an accomplishment? It’s nothing of the sort! So again, what do you have to show for yourself?”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing doesn’t hurt ponies.” I lay my scepter on her back and slowly slid it along the shiny, tight fabric toward her flank. Her body shivered.
“Something?” she said.
I lifted the stick and struck her.
“Au! Please stop. I don’t know what you want me to say… ”
“Something would be helpful to ponies. Nothing wouldn’t affect them at all. But you did neither of those things. So, what do you have to show for yourself?” I lifted up the scepter.
“Less than nothing?”
“That’s right.” I lowered my scepter to the ground. ”You’ve accomplished less than nothing. If you accomplished nothing it would be an improvement for you. So, what does that make you?”
“Less than nothing—maker?”
“It makes you evil!” The scepter ruffled her mane. “Are you evil, Trixie?”
“I’m… ”
“Yes? Go on.”
“I’m…” her body twitched. “It wasn’t all my fault! Please, Twilight, just let me explain! You don’t know about my past.”
I pounded on her with extreme prejudice.
“Aaa! Please… Ugh! Tw—aaa! Stop! Aaa! Don’t, please! Aaa!”
“I don’t care about your past, Trixie. I judge your actions on their own merits. Your past does nothing to justify or excuse them. And If I were you, I’d worry more about your future than what has been.” I kept thrashing on her twitching body.
“Aaa!” She slammed against the frame, uselessly. “No! Aaa! No... ”
Not even Big Mac could put a dent in these steel bars. She was only hurting herself by not staying still.
“I’m—aaa! Stop! Aaa! Evil! Aaa! I’m… I’m evil!”
I stopped hitting her, yet she kept on yelling.
“I’m evil! I’m evil! I’m evil!”
I lay down my scepter on my captive and the yelling ceased. Her teeth clenched tight.
“You think you’re evil, Trixie?”
“Yes, I’m evil!”
“Indeed you are. Do you think evil should be left unpunished, Trixie?”
“I don’t know.”
I lifted up the scepter.
“I… I deserve,”—She bowed her head.—”to be punished.”
“I think we’re making great progress Trixie. You’re a good student, or just mentally weak; I haven’t fully concluded where to fit you yet.”
“Why do you hate me so, Twilight?”
“I don’t hate you. In fact, I kind of like your physiology. From what I’ve witnessed in our last encounters, the neuroplasticity in your horn base must be astounding.” I floated up a nearby scroll and quickly scribbled on it with a quill: ‘measure the conductivity of Trixie’s magical neuro link’. She jerked as I turned back to her, “I can see a lot of potential in you, my little unicorn. There’s just so much bullshit on top of it that it's getting wasted. I will help you remove all that BS.”
“Please don’t help me. I can’t take it anymore.”
“No, Trixie, you’re wrong to think like that. Friends are important and I want to be your friend. The thing that friends do is help one another and learn from each other. Here’s a bit of a lesson for you. Did you know that loyalty is an intrinsic part of friendship? Let’s start with that. Be loyal to me!”
She sobbed. “Twilight, please… ”
“You think this is easy on me Trixie?”
She sniffled.
“Do you know how hard it is for me to forgive you after what you did to all the ponies and me?”
“I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay, Trixie. I’ll work really hard to forgive you.
”It may take quite some time and a lot of hard work on my part. But I will forgive you eventually.”
“No… ”
“I’ll tell Spike that you decided to leave us if—” I clenched my teeth and breathed in. “When he comes back....”
“My friend Starlight Glimmer or the dragon are sure to find me. You should let me go before that happens, for everypony’s sake.”
“Not quite, Trixie. Starlight Glimmer is on a chronic friendship mission. As for Spike, when he overreacted when I ran some relatively non-invasive experiments on Sweetie Belle, I forbade him from coming to the basement. I only meant it as a temporary ban, but now that I have you down here I’ll just make it a permanent one. Soundproof doors should help with muffling your screams of agony. I should write it down on my to-do list right away, else I might forget about it. We’ll need lots of discretion when we work on your forgiveness points, and some other morally—distinct experiments I have in mind. Oh, so much to do, so little time...” I looked around for something. “Where did I put my quill and scroll?”
“Morally distinct experiments?” She distracted me.
“Oh, Trixie, you don’t have a clue how many ideas I have floating in my mind right now. They’re already all planned out, but I don’t want to spoil the surprises that are in store for you. I will just give you a snippet of one of many things to come: Alchemy drugs, developed by me, under a recursive acronym PAIN: Pain and Anguish Induced Nuisance . They’ll be like painkillers, just the exact opposite, amplifying everything you feel. What do you think?”
“Fuck!”
“It’s okay, Trixie. Relax. I know for absolute certain that everything is certainly fine.”
“No, it’s not fine, Twilight. Everything you say turns out twisted and terrible. You’re bucking mental!”
“You seem upset, Trixie.”
“Upset? Am I upset?”
“Is something bothering you?” I elaborated on my question.
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
“This is about me destroying your trinket that allowed you to perform your mind transfer with me, isn’t it? Now I just feel terrible for smashing it to pieces like I did. How will we be able to circumvent and rise above the ordeal, I wonder...”
“It’s not about the trinket, which you had no right smashing. It’s about you abusing me. How dare you!?”
“I really feel like I should give you something as compensation. Oh, I know, I happen to have some of my own trinkets with unique bio-magical effects.” I walked to the wardrobe.
“It’s not about the trinket!”
“This one for instance,”—I opened the drawer of the wardrobe in the corner of the basement and floated up a black chained necklace.—“disrupts your inner flow, preventing you from focusing any of the magic to your horn. As a side effect it causes you to feel really sick.”
“I said...” Trixie started but a surprise gag in her mouth stopped her in the middle of her blabbering.
“You said a tad too much!” I booped her on the snout and continued. “All the changelings kept overreacting whenever I strapped it over their necks. They kept bashing against their frames and screamed as if they were in agony. The necklace doesn’t have any physiological effect, so I got curious about what all the fuss was about. After some hesitation, I tried it on for a moment. Big mistake. The haze in my head forced me to lay down. I’d probably have thrown up on the spot if I hadn’t ripped it off of my neck right away. I really can’t see myself wearing that thing for more than a few moments.”
The chain with a crystal embedded on the bottom floated before her.
She shook her head. “N-nn!.”
“We are all born with our inner flow structure, which doesn’t change throughout the course of our lives. But you probably already know all about the inner magic workings from kindergarten.”
Her eyes shied away, tail drooping to the floor.
”Oh, you didn’t go to kindergarten? How sad.” I cocked my head and made a sad face.
I lifted up her chin with a hoof. “My point is that you won’t become tolerant to the effects. Perhaps you’ll get used to feeling shitty all the time...” I thought for a moment. “No, that won’t happen either, but it’s okay. I already have a mechanism thought out, that will keep the force-fed food in your stomach despite your pharyngeal muscles being perma-active.”
She leaned away from the talisman, but that was just a useless attempt to avoid it on her part. Futile and pathetic.
I wrapped the chain around her neck. “My gift to you, Trixie.” I closed the lock on the trinket.
“Nnnnn… ” Her eyes rolled up, ears flattened to her head while the weary body swayed left and right.
“Don’t worry Trixie. It won’t be like that for much longer. You’ll get tired and you won’t be able to fight it anymore.”
I charged my horn and floated a dildo from the table, levitating it in front of her face. “I’m not a professional performer like you had tried to be, but I’ll see to it that your stay here won’t be a complete bore to you.”
“M-mmm.” She banged her body all around again.
“Relax!” I laid my scepter on her back.
The pet stopped thrashing around. She jerked a forehoof as far as the chains would allow it, trying to break free. The binds held firm.
I stood up and walked past her head to her back, slapping my tail against her face. The dildo floated downwards, brushing against her back. “Oh, I’m merely teasing you, pet. I won’t ravage you just yet. We’ll get to that soon enough.”
She twisted her body shuffling from left to right, trying to scream something through the gag. I wasn’t in the mood to guess her mumblings. There was a task at hoof, that needed my attention.
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11 - Put Your Body to The Test
I sat before Trixie and observed her with curiosity.
“Nhghhh!” She rotated between sobbing, gasping, choking and shaking in quick succession. At times, her eyes would roll up so that I could only see her white. At other times they were darting all over the place.
I couldn’t say that I wasn’t amused, but I needed her to pay attention to me instead of feeling sorry for herself. I placed a hoof under her neck and unsnapped the inner flow disruption necklace.
As the talisman fell on my hoof, Trixie uttered a long sigh of relief through the gag.
Next to go was the saliva encoated gag. I didn’t want to touch that. I just unsnapped the lock behind her neck and floated both the necklace and the gag with my magic to the nearest table. “Trixie, listen up...”
She just stared through me. “What you did to me...”
“Hey! Hey!” I gave her a few smacks with a hoof over her sorry face. “I need you here now. Body and soul.” I booped her on the snout.
“You don’t care one bit about me...”
“Not true. I really need you now. You see, I always wanted a test subject, but I thought that it might be morally questionable to secure one. I’m really glad you came around and volunteered, Trixie. You helped me get rid of this nasty mental barrier I had. Thank you for that, my little guinea pig. If you’ll be good I’ll even show you the results afterward.”
“I didn’t volunteer for anything!”
“Well, I guess I volunteered you. I signed you up for everything this basement has to offer. Let's see how much your body has to take before your mind’s barriers break, shall we?”
“Twilight, please. Just stop and think for a moment. Look at what you’re doing.”
“Well, I used fairly safe settings the last time when I tested Sweetie Belle for magic potential—because she wanted me to and not because I lured her into it! She did cry a little during the testing…”
“You ran hurtful tests on an innocent filly? That’s not okay! What you’re doing isn’t right. You can see it, can’t you?”
“Yes, you’re right. A grown pony like you should be capable of withstanding far more than she did.”
“No! I don’t want to do this, Twilight.”
“You being the resistor won’t impede on the capacity of this machine. Sometimes you just need to take charge despite the resistance, you know? Conduct yourself in accordance with the attraction of our current plan, I believe it holds a lot of potential. The polarity of your opinion might be the opposite of mine, but we can still gravitate toward the end state even if you decide to switch off.”
“Whaa?”
“Putting the electrode in your private parts instead of around your appendages will lower the resistance and provide more thorough results.”
“No!”
“Yes.” I telekinetically slipped the still wet gag into her mouth so she wouldn’t bite off her tongue. Then, I shoved a metallic tube in her pussy for the obvious reasons. It was as if her cavity was tailored to hold my equipment in the optimal measuring position. Her intimate area was also more conductive than any other part. All the squirming and thrashing made the trivial task quite bothersome, but after some firm persistence, I managed to implant the measurement device deep inside of her.
“Nnn!”
I turned around to the controls at the edge of the platform. All that was needed was to press the button. I slammed at it and looked up with a grin.
The machine purred like a kitty-cat. Alas, the gurgling screams drowned out the sweet crackles. I looked at the power indicators and increased the voltage to the maximum. I turned to the subject and yelled through the noise, “The higher the voltage the less interference there will be from the noise of your inner flow!”
“Hmm...” I put a hoof under my chin to help me think. Perhaps I overdid it with the amperage settings, after all. My weariness originated mostly from the smoke that engulfed the twitching body before me. It was obvious that my puppy was at its limit.
“Ugh!” I noticed a puddle under the twitching sack of misery. “Now I have to sacrifice a towel because of you…” She disrespected my puppy, but seeing her vigorously cooperate in the experiment made me a little less annoyed. I took some solace in seeing her dedication to the greater cause. The humming of the machine, the smell of ozone in the air, the gurgling sounds interrupted by desperate squeaks; it was like listening to a chorus singing ♫science ♬ in a joined voice.
I stepped to the wardrobe and opened a drawer with towels. With my mouth, I took one out and turned around. Only after waving the towel left and right did the smoke clear enough for me to make my way to the panel.
My eyes squinted as I tried to make out the controls. I felt out the emergency switch and pressed it repeatedly until the sound of crackles subsided. The machine powered down, preserving the main fuse from overheating.
A body that twirled a moment ago slowed to a still. Her mouth was wide open. Saliva dripped from the gag to the floor.
That was all fine, but the brown matter I saw under her didn’t please me at all.
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12 - Clean Up Your Own Mess
“I can’t believe this!” I said. “You went ahead and defecated yourself on the platform. Wasn’t peeing on it enough?”
“You made me do it with your intrusive experiments!” Trixie lied in my face.
“The audacity!” I yelled. ”That’s it! You clean it up this instant!”
“Can you give me your cloth, Twilight?” Trixie dared to question.
“You want my cloth? Haven’t you learned yet that you shouldn’t take what others have just because you want it? Get your own cloth or use your tongue.”
Besides, it’s not a cloth, it’s a cape. Do you know how I recognize it as such? It’s because I’m wearing it. Ponies don’t wear cloths. We don’t wear anything, but when we do we wear clothes; ergo, this is not a cloth. It would be a shame to use a cape for cleaning up your mess. I’ll just keep wearing it and you can use your own cloth to wipe up the muddle.
“Please,” she whined. “You’re wearing a cloth.”
“I’m wearing a cape, and I’m not getting it dirty. Use your own.”
“How can I? I don’t have any cloth on me.”
“Tough luck.”
She looked at me. Her ears picking.
“Well?”
“If I had a cloth, I could clean it up really fast.”
“Do you have a cloth, Trixie?”
“Twilight!”
“Yes, Trixie, what is it?”
“Please!”
“What? What do you want?”
“Please don’t force me into this.”
I indicated quotations with my forehooves. “Don’t make me take responsibility for my own messes.” I put down both forehooves and leaned on them. ”Is that what you’re saying?”
“You have a cloth on your back. Please let me use it. I really want to clean up my own mess. Please let me do it. I can buy the cloth from you if you don’t want to give it to me for free. Twilight, please?”
“Hm, maybe for one forgiveness point, but you don’t have any, so no. You can’t. Perhaps you could whore yourself out for it like you did for the broken necklace.”
“You broke it!”
“I’ll break you too.” I smiled. “Regardless, I couldn’t lend one to you because I don’t have any. All I have on me is this fabulous cape.” I posed before her. “Aren’t I the greatest because I have a cape? I’m so marvelous that I shouldn’t be bothered by trivial things like your petty requests. Just use your own cloth.”
She didn’t say anything. Her eyes just hung on me, a tear slid down from a corner.
“Unless you don’t have a cloth. In that case—”
“Twilight, please! I beg you, don’t do this to me.”
“Do what?”
“You want me to… ” She pointed a hoof at the mess.
“I want you to clean up the mess you made. I’m trying to teach you responsibility here, Trixie. I’m being very generous toward you right now. I’m not even punishing you because you made a mess, although, I really should penalize you for your transgression. All I want you to do is undo the wrong that you did.”
“Twilight, can we please stop with all this pretending.”
“Who’s pretending? You’re the pretentious one here. Acting like others should clean up your messes.”
“I fucked up, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I admit it. I really fucked up, and I’m really sorry. Now, can you please forgive me? I really don’t want to do this. Twilight, I beg you.”
“It’s okay Trixie. I’m a very forgiving pony. If I wasn’t, I’d hold the mess you made against you. But we don’t need to roughly explore that instance if you make the effort to clean it up. You’re free to do that your own way, as long as you actually do it. It would be irresponsible to just leave it be, so I’m not letting you run away from this problem you caused. I suggest you get to it before I lose my patience.
”You can clean it up however you want, just don’t get my stuff dirty in the process and don’t even think about using your horn. Those are the only conditions I’m giving you. It’s not like I’m limiting you in any way. You can achieve your goal by all means that are available to you.”
She looked at the fabric on my back. “But you didn’t give me—” She abruptly stopped talking when my floating scepter leaned itself on her back.
“You know what, Trixie. Maybe you’re right. I’m not all-knowing, so it could very well be possible that my suggestion sucked and yours was a much better one. Let’s examine the results, shall we?”
Her body tensed up when I stepped closer. “You don’t have to be scared of me, Trixie. I’ll save you for another day. I just want to see your point of view here. You expressed regret and you also asked for forgiveness. Let's see if that yielded any results.”
I looked at the feces soaking in her pee on my machine. “It’s a good thing I wrapped the inner structure in an outer chassis. If you were to do this when my puppy was still exposed in the prototype phase, it might have short-circuited the wiring. The resulting current could have killed you or even caused damage to the main processor.”
The hesitator kept switching between looking at the mess and me. She stepped on the spot with all fours, balancing left and right.
My eyes continued to observe the mess.
Her face turned to a grimace as a tear slid down her cheek from the corner of her eye.
“Hmm, it’s weird. From this angle, it looks as though your method was ineffective. But maybe that’s just a trick of the light. After all, we can’t really see anything. We can only detect the light particles that are emitted or reflected from the object in question. What do you think, Trixie? Is this mess just an illusion? A mirage, perhaps?”
She sobbed. “Please…”
“I thought you were a master of illusions. I guess you’re not and I just placed too much value in you. But it’s okay. I’ll keep looking from this angle, and you try looking at it from a closer range. Maybe we can break this illusion that way.”
Her mouth opened wide amidst hyperventilation. She let out a cute squeak.
“Here, let me help you out.” I levitated the scepter in front of her then launched it with all the force against both forehooves. They retracted, and she fell down on her face. “Ouch!”
She bent both hind legs and crouched down with her whole body. Her forelegs pressed on her muzzle.
“You’re such a pussy Trixie, it’s not even bleeding.”
I stepped over her. Towering directly above her I yelled to her. “How do things look from down there?”
“Please, Twilight, don’t make me do this. I’ll do other things you want me to do, just please, not this.”
“That’s not what I asked you!” I yelled louder over her ear. “Maybe you need to get even closer.”
As I lay on the tense sack of meat, my tummy pressed on her latex covered back. I placed both forehooves on the blue head and pushed it down. “Do you see it?”
Her neck muscles tightened. She managed to keep her head above the pond. “Yes, I see it. You were right and I was wrong. That’s what you want to hear, right? Now please, stop it.”
“You can’t just make assertions. That’s not how science works. It doesn’t matter if we both think that your mess is still here. We have to test it if we want to confirm your hypothesis. Firstly, we need more data. Describe what you see.”
“I see my mess. Please stop.”
“Not precise enough. I can’t create a vivid picture in my mind based on that description alone. Give me more. Make me visualize it. Describe it in detail.”
“You can see it yourself, Twilight!”
I lifted the scepter in the air with my telekinesis. It struck her flank right after, producing a wave of vibration throughout her body.
“Aaaa! It’s yellow.”
“Is that it? That’s all you have for me? It’s yellow?”
“How does it smell?”
“How does it feel? What is its structural form?”
“Study it in detail, so that we can devise a proper mechanic for disposing of it.”
“Twilight...”
I stepped forth. “Oh, how clumsy of me.” I shook my wet forehoof before her head. “It seems I got some of your shit on my hooves. Now they’re dirty. I don’t like it when my hooves are dirty. Oh, however can this ordeal be fixed? Any ideas?”
“It’s not my fault!”
I hit her behind the ears, making her fall over on her turd. “Your mess did this to me, and you’re responsible for making the mess in the first place.”
“Fuck!” She clambered up from the splattered mess.
“Oh, look what you just did. Now you won’t be able to pick it up. You’ll have to use some different method.”
“You’re dead wrong if you think I’ll lick it.”
“I’m never wrong!” I pressed her head against it and shuffled her muzzle around. “Do you feel the unique flavor on your tongue? What does your mess taste like, Trixie?”
“Horrible!”
I stepped on the sides of her mess and looked down on her. “I can dilute it for you.”
“What do you mean?”
I crouched down and peed before her face.
She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it when an increase in my current splattered the droplets around. “No!” She leaned back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I grabbed her head with both forehooves and pulled her even closer.
“You’re spraying it on me!” She closed her eyes.
“It’s okay, I’m done.” I squeezed my bladder muscles to get the last few drops out. Even after I twerked left, right and all around, the last droplet still refused to depart from my clit. It felt unhygienic. I looked around, but there was nothing to wipe it off with. I looked down on Trixie who was still holding her eyes shut. Good enough. I leaned forward and wiped my moist pussy on her face.
“Whaa!” She jerked back. “What the fuck! What the fuck did you just do to me.”
“I didn’t have anything to wipe...”
“You fucking bastard!” She hoofed at her face. “Fuck!”
“Trixie, I don’t appreciate how you’re...”
“You brushed your junk in my face, you fuck!”
I lit up my horn. “I’m going to start beating on you now, Trixie.”
“Why? What did I do? You’re the jerk here. Beat on yourself.”
“I don’t like how you’re talking to me.” The scepter levitated closer.
“Wait...” Her shoulders slumped as she glanced at it. She sighed through her clenched teeth. “You don’t need that...”
“But you were mean to me,” I whined.
She turned her head to the side and whispered through her teeth, “Fuck!”
“Hmm?” I positioned the scepter for a swing.
She noticed it and crouched down, shaking. “I’m sorry. Please. I’m sorry. You don’t have to beat on me. I’ll be good.”
“I don’t know if I can trust you, Trixie.”
“You can trust me, please. Put down the stick.”
“It’s a scepter.”
“The scepter. Please put it down. I won’t be mean anymore.”
“I don’t know... Your mess is still here and it’s even bigger than before now. You were supposed to clean it up and you didn’t. How am I supposed to trust you after that?”
“I’ll clean it up, okay. Just calm down.”
“If you were already cleaning it, I might believe you, but you haven’t even started.” I slowly swung the scepter in an arc toward her, making sure that my aim was right.
“Here.” She slid a forehoof at the edge of the mess. “I’m cleaning it, see?”
“You’re smearing it. That’s only making it worse.”
“Not this again...”
My hoof slid through her mane to give the hesitator some encouragement. “Use your tongue, Trixie.”
“Fuck!” she whispered.
“Shh!” I whispered in response and pressed on the back of her head, pulling her closer to the mess.
She looked up at me with her big eyes.
I nuzzled my horn against hers and spoke softly. “It’ll be alright.” I slid a hoof under her neck and pushed up evermore.
The innate reflex made her stick out her tongue. She narrowed her eyelids as she gazed at me.
“I’ll help you out with it.” I hooked on the back of her horn with the other hoof.
She flinched as the scepter floated closer. Her body tensed up while her tongue touched the moist excretions before her.
I whispered in her ear. “We won’t be needing the scepter, will we, pet?” Leaning forth a bit, I tried to encourage the waverer by pressing more weight on her head with my neck.
She trembled as her tongue connected with the liquid again.
My hoof softly brushed through her mane. “Good pony. You’re doing well.”
The pet glanced up at me and bit on her lower lip.
I nodded at her again. “Go on.”
Her body twitched. While my hoof softly caressed the grayish mane, her face grimaced in response to the touches.
“You know you need to,” I said.
“But I don’t want to.” A tear slid down her cheek.
“I know.” I pushed on the back of her head again. “I know.”
All the sobbing made things difficult, but I was sure the task could still get accomplished with enough persuasion. I floated a strapon from the table.
Trixie noticed it, “Whaa… what are you doing?”
“Oh, er, nothing. I’m just bored. Never mind me. You do your job, and I’ll just play around a bit until you finish.”
“With yourself?” she asked.
I put on the strap-on, while leaning on her back for balance. “With you. But don’t worry, I won’t impede on your task. Quite the contrary; I’ll motivate and cheer you on all the way.”
“I’m not okay with that. Like, at all. Just let me clean up this mess on my own and go read a book or something.”
I placed my other foreleg on her back and stood behind her, wiggling her tail to the side with my strap on dildo. “My dungeon, my rules.”
Her body shook. “Wait, wait! Just stop. Look! I’m doing it” She picked up a small chunk from the floor with her mouth. A moment later, she vomited back on the chunk.
“All I see is you making the mess bigger. You’re clearly not motivated enough. But that’s okay. I’ve got you covered.” I pushed with my hips and shoved my dildo right in her pussy.
“Auch!” she cried out. “Stop! That dildo is way too thick and long for my pussy.”
“What are you talking about? It’s the smallest one I have. And besides, I only shoved it in your pussy to moisten it.” Pulling back, I took it out completely and positioned it under her dock.
“Wait, what are you... ” She reached back with a forehoof.
I opted to show instead of tell. With all my weight behind it, I shoved the dildo all the way into her tight ass.
“Aaa!” Her body shook profoundly. She put down her foreleg to catch her balance.
“You worry about what’s in front of you, and I’ll work in the backend.” I leaned back and shoved in again.
“Aaa!”
“The platform still isn’t clean!” I gave her another shove.
“Aaa!”
“Less talking, more cleaning!”
...
Her head was slumped, mouth agape. Weird sounds were coming out. But I didn’t mind any of that. What mattered was that the platform of my puppy was clean. “You’re a good pony, Trixie.” There was just a small matter of the new source of brown matter. I walked in front of her. “You missed a spot...”
Her eyes moved up, but they stopped before our gazes could connect.
I could see she was mentally tired. Even though it was her mess, I opted to do help out. I stood on my hind legs, put my hooves on her head and shoved the shit covered dildo in her mouth.
“Ghh!”
“No, no!” I smacked her around the face with a hoof. “Keep it all in. You don’t want to make another pile to clean. You need to stay good!”
I pulled out the dildo and shut her mouth close with a hoof. Looking directly in her eyes I ordered her, “Swallow! Be a good pony and don’t spread your mess anymore.”
She did as ordered. When I let her head go, she swayed left and right. Her body shook.
There was a smear on my hoof. “Oh, look. You missed a spot. You want my help in cleaning it up?”
She shook her head and bowed to the platform. Her eyes closed tightly as her tongue licked my hoof clean..
She didn’t even bother to lift her head from the floor.
“And that concludes our lesson about recycling.”
Her whole body crumpled down. Her mouth slid on the floor as she talked. “I’m not okay, Twilight.”
“I know you’re not.”
“No, what I mean is, I’m not okay with what just happened. I’ll never be okay with it.”
“I understand.”
“Something is building up inside.” She looked up at me. “I’m changing.”
“Change is good.”
“I don’t think it’s for the better.”
“Let me be the judge of that. Don’t worry about a thing, Trixie. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
“That’s what scares me,” she whispered.
I smiled at that.
She stood silent, gazing down at the floor. Her teeth were clenched.
“How do you feel, Trixie?”
“I hate you!”
“I can relate to that. I nourish the exact same feelings toward you.”
“Fuck you!”
“You think I’m unreasonable, don’t you? Well, that just means I’ll have to imprint my reasoning on you with more vigor.”
“What are you even talking about?”
“I promised you some scars, but we won’t go into that today. We’ll just stick to this trusty scepter.”
“Er...”
“Do you still think I’m unreasonable, Trixie?”
She stood quiet.
“Do you?” I levitated my scepter in front of her.
“No.” She turned her head away.
“What makes you say that, Trixie?”
“I don’t know.”
I shoved my scepter under her neck. “Well, why don’t you think of something then.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to give me a reason why I shouldn’t beat the crap out of you. You can’t expect me to give out all the answers. That would be cheating. You have to exhibit some effort yourself. Go on, I promise I won’t judge you too harshly if you answer it incorrectly.” I levitated a scepter above her.
She looked up at the looming specter and swallowed. “You’re trying to teach me.”
“And why do you think that’s reasonable of me?”
“You don’t like me and want me changed. In your eyes, I’m wrong, somehow. You believe it’s your place to fix me.”
“That was beautiful.” I lay down the scepter. “I’d pet you for your good answer right now if you weren’t so full of shit. When I break you down, I’ll rebuild you anew. I’ll fix you up good.”
She sighed. “You can’t break what’s already broken...”
I grinned. “Watch me!”
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13 - Hygiene Is Important
“It’s very convenient that we have a bath ready for you Trixie. Alas, you don’t like cold water. You like hot baths, right?”
“I don’t care.”
“If we wanted to heat the water effectively we’d need to use an entropy manipulation spell. Only master magicians can perform spells of that magnitude. Are you a master magician, Trixie?”
“I am pretty good with—”
“—Can you do entropy magic?”
“Well, no, but—”
“—Are you a master magician, Trixie?” I levitated up my scepter.
“I guess not...”
“Well unlike you, rooky, I am a master magician, and I’ll prove it to you, so you’ll know I’m not just asserting it. I want to shove it in your face without leaving any trace of doubt about this fact.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes.
I took a deep breath and concentrated. The spell I was about to cast wasn’t among the basic ones.
I charged my horn and focused my channels. I spread them through the entire volume of the water. I send bursts of magic through it in the frequency of the thermodynamic movements of the hydrogen-based molecules, synchronizing my output wavelengths with the system’s inner workings to create resonance energy sink.
When the water reacted I adapted my pulses to match the increasing micromovement of the molecules.
I cut off my magic and looked at the results.
The bubbles dissipated while the water slowly cooled just under the boiling temperature.
“Here you go, Trixie. Your bath is ready.”
“That’s way too hot.”
“Steam is good for your pores. The effects on your skin will amaze you.”
“I’ll get burned!”
“Damnit, Trixie. An alicorn princess uses advanced magic manipulation to make a hot bath just for you and you don’t even show a hint of gratitude. Honestly, I think I’m too good to you. Well, go on. Hygiene is important!” I charged my horn and telekinetically pushed against her shiny tushy.
“Twilight, please!”
Her hooves slid on the floor as she drifted toward the steaming barrel.
“The bath you longed for for so long awaits you, oh, great and powerful Trixie!” I smiled.
“No permanent damage! You said no permanent damage!” She pushed against the edge of the barrel with both forehooves.
I disbanded my field.
She took a step back.
“Let me guess. You changed your mind and want me to cool down the water for you?”
She nodded at me. “Please.”
“You’re abusing me and my magic abilities, Trixie. I don’t think I can put up with your capriciousness much longer!”
She clenched her teeth as her ears flattened on her head.
“Fine! I’m adjusting the temperature one more time, but if I hear you whine after that I’m going to lose it, you hear!”
I spread out all four legs and aimed my horn at the barrel. This was an even harder spell than the previous one. It wasn’t the opposite of the heating spell. I had to use an entirely different technique to remove the excess heat that was distributed throughout the water.
I took a deep breath and charged my horn.
I launched my channel, forking it mid-air. I spread one part across the water and dispersed the rest of it in the air.
Instead of vibrating my channels as with most spells, I stilled them down.
Water heat produced static noise on the channel.
As soon as vibrations formed I transferred them to disperse part of my channel, mitigating the energy from the water into the air.
I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes. I had to act constantly to counter the vibrations produced by the heat.
I heard sparks flying off my horn. Sweat dripped down my face.
Just a bit more.
“There!” I cut off my magic and sighed from the exerted effort.
“You—froze it… ”
I stepped to the barrel. “No, that’s just surface ice.”
I banged at it with a hoof and the ice broke into plates. “See. It’s all good, the water is still mostly in a liquid state, it can perform its function just as well as when it was hot. I see no problem with it. Now come and wash up!”
She opened her mouth.
I charged my horn and floated up my scepter. “Any complaints?”
She shook her head and stepped to the barrel.
I leaned sideways at the edge of the barrel and watched her face as she observed the result of my magic.
She stood up on her hind legs, leaning on the barrel with one forehoof and touching the surface of the water among floating ice plates with the other.
“How’s the water? Does the great and powerful fickle wannabe approve of it?” I floated my scepter closer.
She just sighed.
The sweat from the effort I exerted still moistened my coat, yet I wasn’t getting the appreciation I deserved. “Thank me!” I ordered.
“Ugh! Thank you for making the water even worse than it was, to begin with.”
“Your wish is my command.” I winked at her.
“Yeah, right...”
“Now wash yourself! We don’t have all day. Well, we do. Many days, in fact. But not for your lollygagging.”
She sank a hoof through the ice plates.
“Aren’t you glad now for wearing waterproof clothing? And you wanted to get rid of the tight bodysuit...”
“I can still feel the cold through it!” Her hoof lifted up and slid across her face. “Iii!” She gasped through her clenched teeth.
“It’s going to take you forever to wash your face if you do it like that.” I stepped behind her ”Here, let me show you a more optimal way of doing it.”
“No!”
I leaned on her head, sinking it underwater along with both forehooves.
I clenched my teeth. The water was ice cold. I felt physical pain on the parts of my forelegs that sank under the surface.
She twirled her forelegs around, spraying the cold water droplets all around and onto me.
I screamed at her. “Stop that!” I leaned harder and pushed her deeper.
“Your face isn’t clean yet! I’ll let you go when it’s clean!”
A few bubbles escaped from her muzzle.
She stopped thrashing with her forelegs and rubbed them on her submerged head instead.
“Not clean yet!” I yelled.
She rubbed faster. Her body tightened.
“Don’t you just find baths so relaxing?”
Another burst of bubbles erupted from her mouth. She frantically rubbed her forehooves up and down her head.
Her hind legs pushed against the barrel, but I pressed my body harder against her plot to equate the forces.
“You’re about half done!” I cheered her on. “Keep it up!”
She leaned to her side, lifting a hoof out of the water. She waved it around but couldn’t bend enough to hit me.
I floated the scepter closer.
A few strikes at her foreleg later she retracted it back into the water.
“Keep your hooves at the task or you’ll never finish!”
Her hooves drifted across her head again in slow motion.
Another burst of bubbles escaped to the surface. Her body twirled beneath me, but her strength faded with every consequent push.
I tried to motivate her, “Almost done!”
Her mouth opened.
All of her body muscles tightened. A heap of bubbles burst on the surface.
Her forehooves spread before her.
Her eyes rolled up, and all I saw was whiteness under her eyelids.
Her muscles softened and her head drifted down. Only the edge of the barrel supported her weight. Both forehooves floated motionlessly on the surface before her.
“I guess that will do!”
I pulled her up.
She fell on her back like a sack of oats. Her head thumped sideways on the floor as her tongue stuck out of her mouth.
Her head slid left and right on the floor as I jerked it. The rest of the body lay still. Trying to get her attention was as useless as poking at a corpse but also just as fun. I levitated my scepter high into the air and plunged it down on her
A thump boomed around the room, but the flashy sack before me didn’t move.
I pushed down on her chest with both forehooves.
“Ugh!” she coughed. Her body twitched as she rolled into a ball. The profound coughing continued, lung water spurting around.
I poked her with my scepter. “Why did you breathe in water? You shouldn’t have done that. Just because you’re a bottom feeder, doesn’t mean you can get away with breathing underwater.”
She coughed profusely. Her body twirled on the floor.
“Anyway, you made the water dirty, and I was touching the water.”
She kept coughing.
“It’s your fault that I got my forehooves dirty. I think you should clean them up.”
She proceeded with the coughing.
I poked her harder with my floating scepter. “Are you even listening to me? Lick it!” I held a forehoof in front of her muzzle.
Her coughing persisted.
“Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it.” I forcefully put down the hoof on the floor. “You seem to still have some water in your lungs. Maybe I can beat it out of you.”
I pounded on her twitching body with the scepter.
She lifted up a hoof toward it, but she just produced more openings for the scepter to strike at.
“Aa—Ugh!—Aaa!” Her screams mixed with her coughing.
I kept pounding on her.
She moved and crawled sideways toward me.
The scepter kept hitting her.
She extended her neck. Her tongue stuck out and gave the dirty hoof a quick lick.
My severe beating turned to poking.
She coughed, twirled about, then tensed up her muscles and gave the hoof of mine another lick.
I could feel her tongue twitching from the spasms within her. “Go on, pick up the pace. I don’t like being dirty longer than I need to be.”
She kept coughing, but still managed to lick my hoof while twirling and twitching.
Suddenly, the machine behind me rang, making me squeal from the excitement. “The first batch of the results is ready.”
Something was off. I looked up at the wall. It was hardly noticeable, but it was different than before. It seemed to be illuminated.
I turned around.
Trixie looked to the ground and clenched her teeth. Her horn wasn’t charged.
I looked back to the wall and the glow was gone.
The desk to my right caught my attention. There was something ominous about it. The upper left corner of it was disrupted somehow. It was lacking. I could sense the void emanating from that area. Something was out of place. My trusty screwdriver. It was missing!
She must have levitated it somewhere when I wasn’t looking. Oh, Trixie, still trying to find an easy way out, I thought we were making progress…
I forced myself to ignore the introduction of chaos in my orderly world and turned back to look at the results. “Interesting… ”
“Do you want to see the results, Trixie?” I glanced at her.
She stopped biting on a foreleg, wrapped in black fabric. “I don’t care about that.” She turned to me and changed her voice to a whiny one. ”Can I take the wrapping clothes off now? I’m sweating, and the tight fabric is binding me.”
“No. It’s a bit chilly in this basement. We don’t want you to get sick or anything.”
“But I’m really hot.”
“Indeed you are, hotty.” I slapped her on the flank with a hoof.
“Ouch! That—wasn’t what I meant.”
“You need to express yourself more clearly then. Perhaps reading could help you expand your poor vocabulary. Do you like reading Trixie?”
“Not really, no.”
“No wonder you’re such a screw up then.”
She sighed. “What I meant was that it isn’t that cold in here, and you’re not wearing any clothes.”
“Yes, but I’m hot by nature. Hotter than you at least. Don’t feel overshadowed by me, though. With those clothes exhibiting your features, you’re pretty hot yourself. Let’s just keep it this way. Why fix if it ain’t broken, right?”
“This body outfit is tight!”
“I’m glad you like the clothes. It’s Rarity’s design. I think she made a batch for everypony in Ponyville. To my knowledge, nopony even ordered these leotards. I know I didn’t. Her generosity, apparently, knows no bounds.”
“Or maybe she was scheming to make everypony itch...”
“Nonsense. Her intention to see me happy became crystal clear when she made a stop at my library. I reluctantly accepted her gift, and she just couldn’t hide her excitement. She slammed the door shut behind her as she approached me and insisted that I try it on right away on that very spot, saying that she wanted to make sure it fitted me tightly.
“She watched with clenched teeth and eyes widespread as I dragged it onto me. When I told her it was too tight, she said it’s a feature. It didn’t feel very featurey to me, but I couldn’t really oppose her, since she’s the expert when it comes to clothes, you know?”
“It’s really binding!”
“I was a bit on the weary side, as well, but Rarity said it should contain my luscious thighs just fine. She was so diligent that she even took many pictures of the area above my hind legs for later research to make sure there weren’t any design errors. I had to pose for her in the most awkward of stances to exhibit ‘all of the features’, as she called them.”
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“Ask nicely and I’ll let you peek at the results”, I said
“Twilight, I don’t need your stupid tests to know I’m good with magic.”
“Beg me to show you the results. I know, you’re dying to see them.”
“I don’t care about the results.” She turned her head away. “Look at them yourself.”
“Do it!” I lifted my scepter in front of her eyes.
She sighed. “Fine, let’s see them.”
“Nicer!”
“Oh, Twilight, would you please show me the results?”
“You’re desperate for knowledge, aren’t you?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Aren’t you?” I waved my scepter left and right in front of her eyes.
“Oh, how I crave for useless knowledge. I so wish to see those damned results.”
“You do, don’t you? Oh, I know you do. You want it badly!”
“Oh, yes. The possibility of not knowing that useless information is ripping me apart from the inside. Won’t you please show me the results, oh, Twilight?” She sighed.
“Do you think you deserve to see them?”
“Well of course I do. I’m the one you electrocuted to get them.”
“Yes, but I did all the work.”
“It fucking hurt!”
“You just hung around there, feeling sorry for yourself. I’m glad you snapped out of it and replaced self-pity with a deep passion for knowledge.” I spun my scepter in front of her.
“Please, get your fucking cane away from me.” She hit it with a hoof.
I shoved it against her neck. “It’s a scepter and you’ll learn to respect it!”
She took a step back.
“Apologize!”
“I’m sorry, Twilight—”
“Apologize to the scepter!” I rotated it so that the face stared straight at her.
She sighed. “Scepter, I—”
“Redeemer!”
“What?”
“Its name is Redeemer.”
She clenched her teeth and looked to the side, breathing heavily. Her eyes narrowed as she forcefully looked at the scepter. “Dear sir Redeemer. I’m sorry I pushed you...”
“Good, now kiss and make up.”
Her hoof struck at the ground. “I already said I’m sorry!”
“Kiss and make out—”
“Make up...” Trixie interrupted me.
“Make out !” I emphasized. “Else, I’ll rename the scepter to Punisher, and I’ll punish your sphincter with it!”
“Ugh!” She clenched her teeth and puckered her lips.
As she closed her eyes, I shoved the scepter in her face. “Redeemer forgives you.” Even though the recluse leaned her head back, she couldn’t escape the passionate kiss.
When I detached the scepter from her lips, I noticed her sparkly eyes. Tears gathered in the red corners.
“Now that that’s done, you wanted to express your thoughts on the experiment, no?” I raised my eyebrows.
She looked away and screamed to herself, “Aaa!”
“Mmm, you must really be anxious to see the results.”
She snorted and struck a hoof on the metallic floor. “I—”
“Well...” Redeemer stood in attention.
“I—” her body shook “—was feeling sorry for myself for absolutely no reason at all, but have suddenly, out of nowhere, found a burning passion for random knowledge.”
“Go on.” I sat down and reached with a hoof between my hind legs. “I’m listening.” I laid my scepter beside her and shut down my horn. I needed my focus elsewhere. I was getting moist down below.
She looked away. “Twilight, why don’t you get a room.”
I continued rubbing on my genitalia. “I am in my room. It’s my favorite one. All the interesting and groundbreaking breakthroughs happen here.”
“Then let me go to a different one and you can have this one all for yourself.”
“There’s plenty of space for both of us in my room, Trixie. Now, about those results; how strong is your motivation to obtain them?”
“I don’t want to do this. I have my dignity, you know?”
“What was that?” I lifted up my scepter again. “What is it that you say you want me to beat out of you?”
“Nothing...” She bowed her head.
“From now on, your honor is called loyalty.”
She shook. “I just really want to learn now and see the results, if I may?” After taking a long pause, she mumbled with a monotone voice through her clenched teeth. ”Oh, Twilight, won’t you please show them to me?”
“How bad do you want to see them?” I rubbed my clitoris with a hoof in an increased frequency.
She faced away. “I really, really want to see them.”
“I don’t know.”
“Please, Twilight. I beg of you, won’t you please show me the results? Oh, I so crave to see them.”
“Yes, you thirst for knowledge.”
“Well, I am thirsty, for sure.”
”You want to get the information badly. You’d do anything to have the data presented to you.”
“Right…”
“You also like books.”
“Whaa?” She tilted her head as she looked at me with eyes widespread.
I focused on a deck of books that lay on the table near the basement wall. I levitated them toward me and spread them out to read the titles. “Magic Resistance of Flesh, Measurement of Magical Amplitude, Stimulation of Inner Flow… Damn it! I’ve read all of these already.”
Trixie faced away from me again, shoving a hoof against the platform.
“Hm… This one I’ve read twice, but it still holds some kink to it. Advanced Manipulation of Inner Magical Systems.” I levitated it in front of Trixie while floating the rest of them back on their spot. I put them down one by one in alphabetical order then straightened the book tower for extra orderly points.
I looked back at Trixie, she was ignoring the book in the air in front of her. “Hold the book, Trixie!”
She charged her horn.
“Hey! What did we say about magic usage?” I levitated up my scepter and formed an anti-magic barrier around her horn.
“Don’t?” Her magic aura under my anti-magic spell dissipated as she bowed her head.
“That’s right! Put it in your mouth, as is proper.” I laid the scepter on the floor beside her and also shut down my magic. “Respectable ponies respect literature.”
She sighed as she reached out with her head to grab the book. Her mouth opened and both lips softly connected with the covers.
“You can smell it, can't you? The dust and the mold. The taste of hardcover rubbing on your tongue. So invigorating.”
Her body muscles tensed.
My wings slowly erected. “Yes, you crave for cognition.”
She turned away from me.
“Look at me!” I exclaimed.
She faced me, but her eyes were still directed toward the ceiling.
“Yes, you really like that book, don’t you!”
“Nhn… ” she spoke with her mouth full of book.
“You navigate the maze of the library. You walk along the bookshelves trying to find a reading desk where you’ll be able to read your precious book in peace.”
She raised her eyebrows and opened her eyes wide.
“Improvise!” I sighed when she gave out no response. “Just walk left and right along the platform, Trixie!”
She dragged herself to the edge of the platform, stopped, then turned around on the spot.
“You’re about to read a book, Trixie. That makes you very excited. Trot about!”
She tensed her body and clenched her mouth on the book.
I really hoped she wasn’t using her teeth.
Raising her legs high after every step, she walked to the other side of the platform. A tear drifted down her cheek.
“What’s wrong, Trixie? I thought you were a performer. Performers ought to love performing. Hmm, I guess I overestimated you on this front as well.”
She jerkingly waved her tail all around.
“Anyway, Trixie, I have great news for you, you just found a free book holder.”
She looked at me.
I sighed. “Put down the book.”
She dropped the book, making a spitting sound with her mouth. It fell on its side, then overturned on its front.
“Hey!” I levitated up my scepter.
She crouched down on the platform and quickly turned the book around with her hooves and laid it on its back. She lowered her neck and slowly looked at me.
“Open it!”
“Twilight, reading isn’t my fetish...”
“Open it!” I yelled louder.
She opened the cover and hoofed the first empty page.
“Page 42!”
She glanced at me then focused on hoofing the pages.
“Yes, you browse through the book for that extra juicy information that you seek.”
She stopped hoofing and turned to me.
“Read it.”
“Twilight, I’m not that good at reading—”
“Just do it!”
“Alicorns are not just coal-related —”
“Coagulated.”
“—train station —”
“Transmutation!”
“—of Unicorn’s and Pegasus’s feathers .”
“Features!” I put both forehooves down on me. My face hurt and any more facehooves could prove detrimental. I also needed some extra stimulation to keep myself going through the blasphemous reading session.
“Their inner flow coins— ”
“Coils!”
“—are, in fact, arranged in a singer quartet —”
“Singular cortex!”
“—that can be ascended— ”
“Ascertained!”
“—only in alicorns. The flow generations— ”
“Generators!”
“—are not important— ”
“Implanted!”
“—in a cart-anal-limbo system —”
“Cardinal limbic system!”
“—as in unicorns and pegasi“—
“I think you should stop reading, Trixie.” It wasn’t turning me on as I had planned it would.
—“but are rather spread out in and indicate web —”
“An intricate web! You are an illiterate, Trixie. Best you stop...”
“—that is receiving ”
“Reactive! Ugh! Just stop it, Trixie.”
“—to the—”
“No more, dammit! You’ve just butchered a good book and turned me off in the process. I hope you’re proud of yourself!”
She raised her head from the book, a little smug showing on her face.
“Ugh!” She didn’t finish the paragraph! My body stiffened from the tension rising up from within me. I couldn’t take it anymore! “...to the nerve stimuli from the cortex, unlike the unresponsive spread out structure of earth ponies, that is mostly non-responsive to consciousness directives!” I recited from memory. “Whew...” My body loosened up a little.
It was too late for me, though. My thought patterns weren’t compatible with self-pleasing procedures. I was all dried up below. Even rubbing my hooves against my clitoris felt like tedious grinding.
She just passively stood there without a care. As if she had no part in spoiling my joy.
I lowered my eyebrows as I glared at her. “It’s your fault, you fix it.”
She gulped.
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“Come here!” I leaned back on my forehooves, spreading apart both hind legs to show off my luscious pussy.
She faced away. “Twilight, I’m not into that, I—like stallions.”
“Well, good for you, stallion loving whorse, now come finish me off.”
“No, it’s not right.”
“Get over here, Trixie!”
“It’s not natural! It’s not how we were designed to act! Doing such things serves no purpose.”
“Well, why do I feel like doing it then?”
“I don’t know, maybe because you’re a freak!?” She cringed and bit her tongue.
“Maybe I am.” I wrapped my magic around her forelegs and pulled her toward me. “But why are you about to help me out then?”
“No! I won’t do it. Such behavior is an abomination!”
Her hooves slid on the platform as she tried to stop herself from drifting closer to me. Yet, her body, surrounded by purple aura approached me steadily.
“No means no, Twilight.”
“You’re just asking for it!”
“No means no! No means no!”
When she crept closer to a hoof’s length of me, I spread her forelegs with my magic.
“You’re hurting to finish me off, aren’t you, Trixie?”
Her head drifted ever lower. “I don’t want to do this!”
“But I want you to do it, anyway. After you lick my clit you’ll feel great about yourself, knowing you helped out a fellow pony. This will be a valuable lesson for you.”
“Please!” Her chest touched the platform.
“That’s right, please me until I come.” I could manipulate her like a doll with my magic, but I opted for a more physical course of action. I still had my horn charged up, just in case she proved too tough. I grabbed her with a hoof under her neck and hooked with the other one on the backside of her horn, shoving her head against my pussy with both forelegs.
She slid her hind hooves on the platform, but the surface was too slick to offer enough traction.
“Stick your tongue out!”
“M-mm!”
I pushed with a forehoof against her gullet.
“Ghh… ” She opened her mouth and her tongue drifted out.
I rubbed it against my clit.
Her body shook as her horn glowed with a bright aura.
A quick smack with a hoof fixed that.
“Aaa!”
“No magic, Trixie!”
Tears drifted down her cheeks.
“You don’t need it for the task at hoof.” My hoof pressed against her neck, prompting another lick from the hesitator.
She thumped with both hind legs against the platform.
I moved her head in a circular motion, pressing it closer to get a lick, then away, lowering it to bring it back into position for another lick.
She coughed.
Her licks felt good, but the whole procedure was cumbersome and slow.
Keeping two channels active took some energy from me. The focus spent on magic could be far better used for enjoying the pleasing sensations. I stopped maneuvering her head and focused on my horn.
Using my magic, I turned her over. Forcing her forelegs against the platform, I pressed on them with both hind legs. She was utterly secured, so I didn’t need my magic anymore. I shut off my horn and redirected all my focus to her and my sensations. Crouching down on her I touched her snout with my crotch.
“N-n!”
After rubbing my pussy against her faster and faster, I felt a force rising to the surface from within me. I was already near the climax and a few extra brushes pushed me right over. “Ahh!”
Sighing, I rolled beside the clenched body and glanced at her. “That was a good performance, Trixie.” I squeaked from the tinglings, which still rushed up my spine. “Um, no, that wasn’t very accurate. Let me rephrase myself. Your performance sucked, but the happy ending made up for your incompetence a little.”
I was getting drowsy. “This is what you’re good for, whorse. You suck at role-playing, but you do have some usages in other areas, whorse. Isn’t it intriguing how something so worthless still serves a purpose?“
She clenched her teeth.
“You don’t mind if I call you a whorse, do you?”
She opened her mouth and raised a hoof.
Her face was a grimace, yet the body looked like a sack of oats, hanging by a thread. She seemed tired, so I answered for her. “Of course you don’t. Why would a whorse mind being called a whorse? It wouldn’t make much sense.”
She rolled into a ball, hugging her tail with both forehooves. Her teeth clenched, tears still flowing out of her eyes. “I don’t know why everypony hates me so much.”
“I bet your stallion friends don’t hate you when you perform for them. Do you like performing for your clients, Trixie? I bet they like it.”
“I only do magic!”
“It must be rubbing off of you because when you did me, it really felt like magic.”
She crawled up even tighter.
My eyes were getting heavier. Drowsiness was coming on to me, but I knew that was just my hormones acting up and not the actual physiological requirement of my body.
I forced myself up. “Let’s see the results, shall we? I think you’ve earned to see them.”
After stepping off the platform, I picked up the printed sheets of paper and glanced over them. “Your magic is quite versatile. You can form multiple channels with a wide range of frequencies. I’d say you’re pretty close to my range in those aspects.”
She raised her head.
“Your amplitude, however... Well, I’ll put it this way: it’s lacking, to say the least. Your power levels are so low that you should consider calling yourself the powerless and not so great Trixie.”
She bowed her head.
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“You pleased me, and I feel like I need to return the favor,” I said then pointed to the holding bars. “Get in.”
“Why?” she whined. “I don’t wanna.”
“Get in!”
“I absolutely hated it when I was trapped in that contraption. I was on the verge of a panic attack before you freed me. Why does everything have to be so closed?”
“I’ll open you up, Trixie.”
“No, I mean your basement, these tight clothes you make me wear, that contraption. It’s all pressing on me.”
She shook profoundly. “I need air. I need to get out.”
“Are you going to make this hard on yourself, Trixie?”
“No, Twilight, you don’t understand. I need to get out right now! I have to!” She turned around. “I can’t bear this cage anymore!”
I charged my horn. “Trixie, you’re not going out. You’re going to step in the contraption because I say so.”
She gasped. ”I can’t breathe. You need to release me right now!”
“You go—” I pointed a hoof at the contraption. “—in here!”
“Forget it.” She took a deep breath. ”There’s no way you can force me inside that cage again.”
“Let me test that assertion.” I wrapped my magic field around her.
“Something is wrong!” She gasped. “Need—to get—out—now!”
I slid her toward the contraption.
“Igh!” She perspired.
“Oh, is Trixie having a panic attack? Maybe I can help with that. Don’t fret, Trixie. I’m just going to strap you in tightly. You won’t be able to move at all. Breathing will become much harder than it is now and you won’t be able to do anything about it. You’ll be absolutely helpless.”
“Aaa!”
A few snaps later, I comfortably secured her to the holding bars. “I’ll tighten the straps a bit more, so you don’t hurt yourself too badly if you decide to slash around.”
“Why would I be doing that?” she sobbed. ”I know I can’t escape it.”
“I just put out a statement. If A were to happen then B would occur. But if we introduce C—tightening the bonds—then B can not occur independently of A. Get it?”
“No.”
“Alrighty then.” I tightened the last strap.
“Auch!” she yelped.
”You said you like stallions, right? I bet you really like their big cocks inside you. Well, you’re in luck, stallion lover, because what I have here is the Vibe 9000. The endless possibilities this basement offers in combination with my spare time gave rise to this overpowered machine of mine. It will put all your clients to shame. I even promoted it for commercial use, but every sex shop rejected it. “Too big, they said.” I slapped Trixie on the back.
“Auu!”
“Too thick, they said.” My tail whipped her face. “Too spikey, they said.” I struck her on the flank with a hoof. “Too dangerous, they said.” I leaned on her body and stared her down. “Why does everything I make always get shut down? It’s wrong. They’re wrong, and I’ll prove them wrong. With a simple empirical demonstration, I will render their arguments invalid. I will prove that my appliances can be used to the full extent of their functionality.”
“Twilight, that’s not my fetish!”
“It can be extended to double the size of a typical stallionhood. Do you want to see it?”
She cringed and shook her head.
“Of course you don’t want to see it, you whorse. You want to feel Vibe 9000 deep inside you, and I intend to oblige your fetishes. I’m going to make you feel it more than any of your stallions ever could.
“Hm, maybe I should change the name because it isn’t accurate anymore. The designation stems from the prototype phase when it was still descriptive of the actual effects. The toy has come a long way since then. I made quite a few improvements. The biggest one being that it can vibrate with frequencies way over 9000. You don’t get that feature with your clients, do you, whorse?
“Granted, I did construct it mostly on a theoretical basis, but we can put it to the practical test. I believe it can be empirically proven that Vibe 9000 is, in fact, not ludicrous, preposterous or absurd. You see, those were the false descriptions used by sex shop owners, whom I tried to sell this beautiful invention to. They were wrong. All of them!
“I want you to pay very close attention. When I’m done with the demonstration of my invention, I’ll want to know how it compares to the stallions you’ve whored yourself to.”
Her tail whipped from side to side.
“Relax, Trixie, you are in no position to defend yourself. This whole situation is out of your control. Why worry about something you can’t affect?”
“Can we at least have a safe word?”
“Safeword? Such precautions are for pussies. Are you a pussy Trixie?”
“Yes! I’m a pussy!”
“It’s okay. I’ll make you tough. Everything you are will be broken to give way to a new persona built from scratch. I’ll demolish all your inner defensive mechanisms and restructure your whole mindset. Sometimes you have to destroy the old to make way for the new, you know?”
“No!”
“Yes,” I said, simply.
“Please!”
“Here.” I levitated my precious toy in front of her face.
“Get this perversion away from me!”
“Do you not wish to moisten it? Are you sure?”
“Please. Stop. This is crazy. You’re crazy! Just stop. You need to—”
“I’ve got my answer.” I pulled it away from her face.
“Wh—what do you mean?”
I pressed my cheek close to hers and spoke softly in her ear. “We all make decisions during our lifetimes. Some are good and some are bad. The important thing is to face up to the consequences of our choices. It’s how we learn and better ourselves. I’ll help you face the consequences of your decision to withhold the reduction of traction. When all is said and done, we’ll be able to reflect on whether the choice you made was positive or negative. To be honest, I already have my opinion on the matter, but I won’t spoil the result. Instead, I’ll just let the facts speak for themselves.”
Her eyes opened wide.
“Learning is fun, isn’t it?” I grinned as I gazed at her.
“Wait, wait! Please! I don’t want this.”
“Shh!” I caressed her mane while I telekinetically shoved a gag in her mouth. “You shouldn’t let your subjective views affect the course of an experiment.”
I slid a hoof along her back to her behind. “This toy I made… I’m really proud of this piece of engineering genius. Its magical supply can keep it running for over a week before it needs recharging. And this isn’t even its final form. The folding structure allows for an extension. And those are just a few of the many features. But I really can’t praise it well enough with words alone. I believe a thorough demonstration is in order. Get it? Thorough …” I couldn’t help but giggle at my smart wordplay. “Teehee!” I put a hoof before my muzzle. “I crack myself up. Oh, oh, wait for it…” I pointed a leg at her. “I crack you up!”
Her twitching increased evermore. When I lifted her dock, her whole body violently shook. “N-n!”
“I’m not sure you get the joke. Let me explain it to you.” I positioned my strapon on her dry vagina, but it wasn’t very welcoming. Despite the effort, the big object didn’t want to slip in. Its girth was hindering its progress, but most impactful was the dryness. It seemed my hypothesis was confirmed. By my calculations, it would take all the force I could master to transcend the traction.
As the pressure increased her twitches turned to tremble.
“This may hurt you more than me, Trixie. Brace yourself. I’m gonna crack you up!” All her body immediately tensed up when I shoved myself inside her with all the force of my body behind the strap-on dildo.
“Nghh!”
I wonder if traction will decrease with abrasion. I pounded hard against the jerking body. Back and forth, right in the pussy.
“Gh-h-h!”
“Applejack told me of the wonders of plowing, but I had no idea. Want to go for the cervix? I hear it’s very sensitive.”
“Nn-nn!”
“Yeah, you do, whorse.” I leaned in with my hips. “This is what you’re good for.”
“Hnee!”
“This is so interesting. With my dildo all the way in you, you’re hardly vibrating on your flank anymore.”
“Ngh!”
“But I can see the vibrations on your tummy. If I focus really hard I can see ripples traveling across your fur-tight fabric. I bet they’re firing every neuron along their paths. But I digress, you’re more involved in this field than I am. Such judgments should fall under your jurisdiction. I shouldn’t speculate with such limited observed evidence.”
She choked on the gag.
“I’m glad you’re with me on this. If you weren’t I’d have to further my attempts until I’d prove you wrong. It wouldn’t even be that difficult. With my awesome strap-on, we don’t have to worry about the flaccidity issue that I assume your clients face whenever you open your mouth to speak. Unlike your stallions, I could ride you all night long even after getting turned off by your bothersome presence. Thanks to science!”
Coughing ensued.
I massaged her back. “There, there.” I felt her tight cloth slid on her coat beneath my hooves.
Her body relaxed a little.
My hooves pushed from both sides. “I just had an awesome thought, Trixie! I still have some room to spare on my dildo and there aren’t any brakes on the rape train. Let’s go for the womb!”
“Gnn-nhn!”
I pushed in—all the way.
She stopped coughing and leaned back her head. Her eyes rolled up revealing only white. Her body shook uncontrollably.
I leaned my hooves on her flank and pushed off, pulling my strap-on out of the tight hole.
Her head fell forward and hung down.
I pressed the embedded button to stop the vibration. “So, Trixie, was that good for you?” I removed the gag.
“Aaaaaa!”
“That good, ay?”
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17 - Any Other Plot Holes?
“Kill me faster, Twilight!”
“I’m not killing you, Trixie. I’m not some beast out to hurt you.” I caressed her flank with a hoof while I telekinetically shoved the gag in her mouth. “Where do you get these horrible ideas?”
I felt her muscles stiffen beneath the fur-tight black bodysuit, but her form didn’t move. The straps held my pet fixed in the approachable stance.
”I only assumed you like it extended because of your big stallionhood fetish. If you want it smaller, just say so and I’ll make it smaller. I’m not a monster, you know? Here, I’ll reduce its length to only half of its potential. Is that okay with you, whorse?”
“Nhn,” she said
“Great. It’s going in your ass this time, though. Now spread your buttocks, I want to scar your anal canal.”
“Nn! Nn!”
I positioned my strap-on against her plot. “Some use lubricant for this procedure, but I feel absolutely confident without it. You know why?”
Her muscles cringed.
“It’s because vibration alleviates the traction. In theory at least.” I pressed a hoof on the embedded button under the surface of my Vibe 9000 to turn it on.
Her muscles tensed. “Nnn!”
“Uh, I’ll have to work on dampers some more, but don’t worry Trixie, I’ll do that later. I wouldn’t want to keep you unsatisfied. I’ll just have to persist through it. I feel about five percent of the vibrations you feel. It might be a struggle, but I think I’ll just barely manage to endure the ordeal. I’m sacrificing myself for you, Trixie. Sharing the load is an intrinsic part of the friendship we’re building between us.”
Waves formed on the tight fabric that she wore. The biggest ones were around the spot where my strap-on leaned on her ass.
She jerked her head left and right, clenching her mouth together.
I bent both hind legs, so my strap-on could slip in her from below. It fitted nicely between her butt cheeks. I leaned forward.
“Nnnn!”
I pressed on her ass, and her whole flank vibrated. When she clenched her butt cheeks, the tinglings I felt on her body with my hooves increased. “Ready or not, in I go!”
“Too bad I don’t have two of them. I could fuck you in your pussy and ass at the same time. If I could synchronize the frequency on both of them they would resonate with each other. Their functionality would accumulate, and you’d feel the harmonic vibrations all over your body.”
“Oh, I just got an even better idea. I could set it up with an electric charge. It would discharge inside of your body as I’d fuck you. I’d make sure it was safe, of course. You’d be wearing tight isolator clothes that would prevent the electricity from passing on to me as I’d ravage you.”
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“So, Trixie, did you enjoy that? Did it feel like one of your stallions’ gang bang orgies?”
Her head hung down, uselessly. She sobbed and perspired.
“Yeah, you’re right.” I pulled out my dildo. It was covered with shit and blood. “There’s still something missing”
I walked in front of her.
She didn’t seem to register me. I stood up on my hind legs and lifted her head with a forehoof. “I made you feel it, but now I’m giving you a chance to taste it, as well.”
She focused on my strap-on and leaned back her head. “No, no, please. I surrender. Just -”
I forced it into her mouth.
“Open wide, whorse!”
“Hhh!”
“You don’t have to talk, Trixie. You just have to swallow. The trick is not to gag on the intrusion while you wrap your throat around it.”
She lowered her jaw and pressed her tongue down as if she wanted to protect it from getting dirty from her own excretions. She leaned her head back as far as she could.
I pushed in and felt the resistance of her throat. “Yes, baby. Surrender to your lust.”
The gag reflex took over. Her throat wrapped tightly around my shaft.
I kept leaning forward.
Her body shook profoundly. The noise she made was hilarious. It sounded as if she was farting through her mouth. I pressed in harder to hear more of the gurgling vibrations.
The strap on was almost all the way in her throat. Just a little more.
She shook uncontrollably.
Her muzzle touched my belly. I stroke her head with a hoof. “Good mare.”
I waited until her eyes rolled back then pulled the strap-on out of her throat.
She loudly gasped and filled her lungs with air.
“You know what, Trixie, your need for breeding is getting in the way of a good banging. But don’t worry, I can fix this. In theory, the vibrations of my strap-on could form a tube-shaped channel that could serve as a medium for air transfer. Whatever, let’s just test it.”
“No, please. I’ll do whatever you ghh—”
“You do what I tell you to do, Whorse. And don’t speak with your mouth full. Now strap yourself in, this is going to tickle a lot.”
I turned on the vibrations on my vibe 9000.
“Hhh!”
“That’s right, you should be able to breathe now. Who says that you can’t have cake and eat it at the same time. It’s just a matter of ingenuity, and that happens to be my forte.”
I slung forth my hips, shoving my strap-on in all the way just before she could cough.
She clenched her eyes together while pushing out her tears. Her ears pricked.
I leaned back pulling my strap-on out, then forward pushing it in again, then back again.
Her funny voices turned to slurps.
My body moved back and forth, banging my strap-on in her throat with tremendous force.
I kept pushing until I was exhausted, and then I kept pushing more. My face was probably all red from the effort. Hers turned greener with every passing moment.
The strap-on popped out with a plop. I giggled and took a step back.
A loud gasp resonated but was quickly negated when she threw up in an arch.
“Oh, my, you really liked that, didn’t you?”
As she emptied her stomach on the floor, she made a screaming sound while she inhaled.
The smell of her sweat mixed with the acid remains of the contents of her stomach.
Something must have gotten into her lungs, I concluded from the sounds of profound coughing that ensued. It was either shit, blood or her half-digested pieces of my peaches. Desperate sips of air were constantly interrupted by spasms. She was so cute.
“There, there.” I levitated up the scepter and pounded on her back.
Her coughs didn’t cease and desist.
I pounded harder.
She shook her head as she continued to cough.
I pounded with even more vigor. Her body gave off sounds resembling drum beats.
Her gasping and coughing times decreased enough for her to squeeze in some yelling. The screams turned into cute squeaks at the end when she ran out of breath.
I hit her a few more times, just to make sure her airways were cleared properly.
She hung loosely in the metal structure. The firm bindings kept her body in the standing position as if she was asking for more. Her head was lowered almost touching the ground. Her mouth was agape. Saliva dripped onto the pull of vomit. Every inch of her body twitched and shook.
“I bet I was at least half a stallion just now.”
Her head was still lowered, breathing loud.
“Oh, come on, I deserve at least some recognition after everything I just did for you.”
Besides her trembling body and hyperventilation, there wasn’t any response from her.
“Well, fine. If that’s what you think, then I guess I’ll just have to double my efforts.”
“A-a!?!” She lifted up her head. Her mouth was still agape, eyes wide open. “No more… ” Her face grimaced as her body shook.
“So, are you satisfied?”
She looked away. “Yeah...”
“Is your great and powerful horniness pleased?”
She looked down to the floor, her head dropped down. “Yeah...”
“Was I better than your fuck-stallions you whore yourself to?”
“Yeah...”
“Naa, I’m not convinced.” I floated my scepter under her neck and lifted her head.
She clenched her teeth.
“Here’s what I’m thinking, Trixie. You didn’t enjoy it and you don’t want to comment on it because you’re reluctant to hurt my feelings. But I really want to prove myself to you. I don’t want to stay an abomination in your eyes, so get ready for another round.”
Her ears perked up as she leaned back. “No, no more! Please!”
“Are you just saying that or were you really that happy with the pounding I gave you?”
“I was happy. You did me good. Please!”
“I did you good, didn’t I?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me more about how you enjoyed it.”
“Wha...”
“I want a full review! Don’t you dare bury these memories! I want you to cherish them as one of the most profound experiences in your life. Go over every detail of what just happened in your mind. You need to relive it over and over again so that the event gets scarred into your gray matter.”
The fur on her face soaked up more tears.
“Well, go on. Talk to me. How did it start?”
“You did me?”
“Begin with me pressing both forehooves against your flank as I positioned my strap-on.”
She yelped with her mouth ajar.
“This is a test, Trixie. If you don’t pass we’ll have to redo everything.”
“No! No more!”
“Well, then you better pass on your first try. Now describe everything that went on. I want to hear about every single detail.”
“You had both forehooves on my flank.”
“That’s right. Go on.”
“You were positioning your—” She sobbed “—your… ”
“My strap-on...”
“You pressed on me with your hooves.”
“Yes, we’ve already covered that. What happened then.”
“Then—then you did me.” She burst out crying.
“You’re skipping all the juicy parts! I told you, I want every detail.”
“You really did me… ” Her head slowly dropped down again.
“Trixie, look at me!” I lifted her head with both forehooves.
Her eyes avoided me. “You did me so hard.”
“Trixie, I have this urge to take my scepter and beat on you right now.”
Her mouth opened and tears drifted across her face, but she didn’t resist. Her head hung gently in my hooves.
“Tell you what, Trixie. I’ll give you a pass for now. You kind of exhausted me and I’m not really in the mood to beat and bang on you. But tomorrow morning, I’ll want a detailed review of what happened today.
“Can I be alone now?” she asked monotonically.
“Nonsense. The night is still young, and there are no breaks on this rape train.”
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“So, Trixie, do you want to see some more of my toys?”
“Twilight, please stop. Cut off my horn or kill me already. I don’t even care. Just no more of this. I don’t want to play your games.”
“Again with changing your mind. You’re not a very trustworthy pony, it seems. We make a deal and you break it. We make another deal and again, you want to change your mind. Enough, Trixie!”
“Please! Just let me go. I promise to never do anything bad again. I beg you.”
“You’re saying this now, but if you got your freedom back, you’d relapse to your old ways in no time and forget what you promised here.”
“No, I wouldn’t. I swear. I will always be good, just please, let me go.”
“I’m not stupid Trixie. I believe that you are, indeed, motivated to be good right now, but if I were to remove the cause of your motivation you would break the deal in a heartbeat.”
“I’ll never break my promise. You can trust me on that. I’ll keep to it forever. Please believe me.”
“Maybe an example would help. You and King Sombra stand on the edge of a cliff.”
“Who?”
“He agrees to jump if you promise to plunge with him into the abyss to both of your deaths. You agree to it, because he would torture and kill you if you wouldn’t. You may have also had a desire to save other ponies from his reign of terror, even if it means sacrificing yourself. I imagine that the last statement doesn’t resonate with you, but it doesn’t change the point of this example, so I digress.”
“Whaa?”
“You both jump, but mid-flight you remember that you have a parachute strapped on your back.”
“I don’t understand what you’re even going on about.”
“Would you open it? Would you save yourself and break the deal you made?”
“I’ll never break the deal… ”
“You’d open your fucking parachute, Trixie. Anypony would in such a situation. That’s why I’m not giving you a parachute that would enable you to break your word. I’m making you keep your deal with me. If you can’t be trusted with it, I have to be responsible for you, instead.
“A bunch of fireworks isn’t gonna cut it this time around, Trixie.“
Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. “Please!”
“You have to learn to stand behind your words. I’m teaching you this lesson, whether you like it or not. We’re sticking to our current deal. 120 points will set you free.”
“Why don’t you just kill me now and be done with it? I won’t be able to take that much stress.”
“It’s okay Trixie. I’m not placing my faith in your mental fortitude. I know you’re too weak to bear all that’s coming your way.”
She hyperventilated. “You’re freaking me out Twilight. Please stop. I’m scared.”
“You won’t be alone in this. I’ll keep you up and running despite your reservations. I’ll make you endure everything coming your way.”
“I know you can’t be serious. Tell me you don’t mean it!”
“Your mental strength isn’t as big of an issue as you make it out to be.”
She shook her head. “Please!”
“I see you’re already losing yourself. It’s okay. I’ll be there for you. I’ll help you collect all the forgiveness points you need even when you won’t be feeling up to it. I won’t be placing any responsibility on you, we both know you’re weak in that area. I’ll be calling all the shots, so you won’t have to.”
“I’ll do anything you ask of me Twilight, just stop this madness.”
“Madness? This is karma! A pure balancing procedure. You caused me pain. It’s only fair that we equalize the turmoil. Everything will balance out in the end. I shall see to it! The moral entropy will be preserved. The tree of harmony wills it.
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Trixie’s belly growled.
“Is Trixie hungry?”
Strapped tightly in the holding construction, she looked up at me, her lower lip trembling.
“How do you feel about carrots? Do you like them?”
She only slightly nodded.
“Good. You see, even though the stick”—I hovered up my scepter— “proved very enlightening for you, a balanced lesson also involves a carrot. You’ll have a chance to earn it. Now, doesn’t that make you glad?”
The light glittered in her eyes as she looked up at me.
“I’ll get you some water tomorrow. That way, you’ll have a metaphorical carrot with your real punishment. The latter you’ll get for free, but the former you’ll have to earn. If you prove yourself to be an extra good pony, I’ll even get you some hay. The non-metaphorical kind. Aren’t you glad to have a pony like me to care for the nuisance that you are?” I lit up my horn and glanced at my scepter.
“I’m very glad?”
“Good.” I cut off my magic.
“Er… ”
“What?”
“Could I, um, perhaps bother you for a glass of water before tomorrow? I’m really thirsty.”
“No. It starts with a glass of water and ends up with me wrapped in slimy tongue tentacles.”
“Umm, whaa...”
“The answer is no! I want you cured, not spoiled.”
“Okay… ”
“But tell you what, Trixie, I can provide you with some more of my own moisture if you beg me for it.
“I’ll pass...”
“Yeah, I know you will. I’ve got my fill for today so you had zero chances, to begin with, but I was kind of hoping to see you beg. Oh well, there’ll be plenty of that in the future, anyway.”
She silently growled.
“I know it’s hard on you Trixie because I’m not giving you enough attention, but things will only get worse. You see, I’m going to have to leave you for the night. It’s getting late, and I still want to make a journal entry.”
A sigh was all she uttered.
“You’re right, you do deserve more attention than I’m giving you. By the power of collaboration, I can extend my stay with you. Let’s write my journal entry together. That way we can spend some more quality time each other. What do you want to commemorate from today?“
“Absolutely nothing.” She hugged her tail. “I only write positive things in my secret personal journal.”
“You mean the one I found under the floorboards in your wagon? The one I copied and sent to every library in Equestria?”
“Wait, you did what?”
“I titled it: ‘Self-delusions of a mad-mare by Trixie Lulamoon’”.
She gasped, but no words came out of her mouth. Her cheeks turned ever more reddish.
“Fine, I’ll start, and you just jump in if you have anything to add, okay?
Dear journal,
Trixie came today. She was so delighted to see me that she jumped straight into me as soon as she entered the Rainbow Kingdom Friendship Castle.
At some point, we seemed to be at an impasse, but we managed to work out our differences.
Trixie enjoyed it so much at my castle that she had no choice but to prolong her stay.
I tried to play a grateful host and offered her the biggest room in the castle for the duration of her vacation.
She only came recently, and we’re already almost like sisters. She borrows my clothes to wear, and I even gave her my necklace. We’re really bonding.
During the day we read, ate, played some games, learned about friendship. Oh, the joy! I felt we were getting really close to one another. She felt our connection deeply as well, I can certainly attest to that.
I’ve already planned what we’ll be doing tomorrow. We’ll probably run out of time again, and we won’t be able to do all the fun things I planned, but I’m sure I’ll be persuasive enough to convince her to stay with me for more than just one day.
Also, I’ll need to speak with Spike. Trixie made him upset. I’m going to have a long talk about kindness with her tomorrow.”
Trixie thumped a hoof against the ground. Her body swayed left and right.
“You weren’t much help, but I managed to solo it. You really should learn how to cooperate more. I’ll add this subject to tomorrow’s endurance lessons.
So, Trixie, how do you like my company so far?”
“You’re teaching me a lot. I think I am becoming a better pony with every lesson you bestow onto me. But I think I would need some time alone to, em, think about it all.”
“I’m very pleased to hear that. You’ll have a whole night alone to think. I promise I won’t disturb you in that period.”
“Thank you, Twilight.” She smiled and nodded maniacally. “That’s all I need; one night alone without supervision.” She grinned. “I really appreciate that you’re willing to give me some privacy.”
“I know you do.” I nodded back at her. “Before I let you be, however, we have some business to attend to. Are you ready for this?”
She cocked her head and raised both eyebrows.
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“I feel really bad for breaking the amulet you whored yourself to get.”
“Ugh! I didn’t...”
“Here. I will share my own relic with you to compensate for your loss.” I floated the necklace in front of her head. “This here is a very special talisman. And not just because I designed it.”
Her head rose. “What does it do?”
“You don’t have any of my memories left to access, eh? No worries, I’ll explain the inner workings of this necklace to you. And then I’ll let you try it on.
After the Canterlot attack, we captured quite a few changelings. Their magic was strong and normal prison cells wouldn’t hold them. We wanted to interrogate them, but it was very hard to keep them subdued during the inquiry process.
Enemies of Equestria aren’t very enthusiastic to reveal their places of operation. It was my duty as a princess to be very convincing. By failing I could put the whole of Equestria at risk. It never felt right, but it had to be done.“
She swallowed her saliva.“You—tortured them?”
“We princesses take responsibility for things that need to be done, so the rest of you ponies can live in bliss. That is what being a princess entails.”
I wiped my wet eyes. It was weird. Quoting Celestia felt like reading a very tragic story, but there was nothing to distress about. Her words had always been wise. “Do you think that a thousand-year-long peace occurs naturally?”
“Some lines shouldn’t be crossed.”
“You’re the one to speak, terrorist!”
She gasped at that.
“Some sacrifices had to be made to keep that peace in place. Neither of us has the right to judge Celestia’s methods—my methods!
Luna told me that she had doubts about my preparedness for the princess-hood. I was uncertain of the royal duties myself, but Celestia made me realize that evil spreads if left unchecked. I didn’t want to let her and Equestria down. But I did have to betray my pointless emotions in the process. If we don’t crush our enemies, it’s only a matter of time before they crush us.”
“Your feelings let you know what’s right and wrong. You should listen to them.”
“Look who’s talking. And no, you’re wrong! If your emotions are hurting you, you should hurt them back. That’s how you keep yourself in control. That’s how you do what needs to be done.”
“I’m nothing like you, Twilight. I’ve never even thought of such grimdark thoughts and yet I’m the one that gets labeled as evil. It’s not fair.”
“I know what you mean. The first subject I had to work with was heartbreaking for me, but every subsequent one became easier to deal with. I accepted the experience because the procedure needed to be done. I grew from it, mitigating all the moral implications. These inquisitorial routines don’t cause any mental distress anymore. They don’t! I learned to keep my sanity in check.”
“I’ll never want to be a princess again. The things you did—I wouldn’t even dream of such immoralities.”
“I, for one, have proven to be a very dedicated princess! Even Luna admitted that she was wrong about me. But I do have it in me. I can be just as good of a princess as Luna and Celestia are. I deserved to be a princess. I was prepared for it. I was!”
“I think your duties are affecting your mind.”
“Shut up, you dirty changeling!”
“Whaa… Twilight, I’m not a changeling.”
“Aren’t you? You did try to replace me. You also assumed my form in order to do it. I really don’t see your point. Your argument is invalid.”
“I’m a pony, Twilight! You know this.”
“Do I?” I supported my head with a hoof. ”Ponies don’t hurt ponies. Evil changelings hurt ponies. You hurt ponies. So, what does that make you?”
“What I did might have been a mistake, but what you’re doing isn’t right, either. You’re way overreacting. Your punishment is too severe. How can you not see it?”
“If there was a reason for me not to be strict with you, then the same reason would apply to those changelings I dealt with.” My body cringed in response to the thought. I slowly breathed in and out to calm myself down. “What I did, had to be done. It was the right thing to do. It was!”
“You were supposed to be the Princess of Friendship. Surely, there are other ways.”
“When evil fosters, friendship suffers. It’s as simple as that. We have to eliminate evil and stop it from spreading. The same logic applies here. If it didn’t it would mean that what I did to changelings was wrong and I am certain that it wasn’t! I am! You have to be dealt with accordingly, evildoer.”
She shuddered.
”I did propose the use of these talismans, but Celestia deemed them immoral and inequine. As if her solution to cut off the horns of the captured changelings was any better.”
”I’m giving one to you as a replacement for the smashed one. It has a very potent permanent magic in it. You’ll really feel its effects when you put it on.
“Sure, there are many side effects in the use of the talismans I made, and some of them are quite severe. Migraines, nausea, loss of balance, throwing up, general sickly feeling, decrease in motor skills; just to name a few.
“There’s nothing to be done in that area, and they don’t cause any permanent harm, anyway. The side effects aren’t a direct result of my talisman.
“It works by a very simple concept, but Celestia just can’t seem to grasp it. ‘Fix it’, she says, and then she bans it with the immorality act until further notice.
“The talisman can’t be fixed because it isn’t broken! It doesn’t even cause those nasty side effects. Disruption in the flow does. The only way to get rid of the symptoms would be to get rid of the effect. I swear, sometimes I think Celestia is trolling me.
“Officially, I’m still researching my amulet to find a solution for the side effects, so I’m exempt from the immorality act. Unless she decides to ice my efforts, that is. Until then, I may still hold it in my possession and use it for testing purposes. When she shuts down my project for lack of progress, and I’ll be ordered to destroy the amulet, I’ll be glad to know that it had been put to good use in the meantime.”
She just kept staring into the distance.
“I’m boring you, it seems. Well, we don’t need all the theory for this one, anyway. You can just try it in practice and you’ll instantly understand what I’m talking about.”
“I get to wear a necklace that isn’t fit even for the worst of the scum? You must think very highly of me...”
“Don’t fret. Even I tried to put it on once out of curiosity. I thought I was gonna puke as soon as I did. I probably would have if I didn’t rip it off my neck right away. So yeah, Celestia is right about the severity of the side effects issue. But that’s not a design error. It’s not!
“Yes, after a few hours changelings start begging to have their horn removed instead of having to wear the amulet. And yes, they beg to be killed after a day of wearing it.” I slammed a hoof against the floor. “But that would happen even if some other method was used to disrupt their inner flow. My amulet design has nothing to do with it!
“So, when you experience side effects, understand that none of it is my fault. The amulet is designed only to disrupt the inner flow. Nothing less and nothing more. It achieves exactly what it was designed for.
If you need to find something to blame, blame your own physiology for depending on the inner flow so much.”
“Twilight, is the talisman really as bad as you say it is?”
“You’re missing the point, Trixie. It’s not that bad. It’s that good. It’s a feature, not a bug!”
“But you said it will really hurt me.”
“No, I didn’t say that. It won’t cause any physical damage to your body, I promise you that. You won’t even have to wear it all the time since you’re not as stubborn or capable as changelings are. The prerequisite for not wearing it at all times is that you behave yourself, of course.”
“Can I not wear it during this night?”
“You’ll be wearing it every night.”
*I promise, I won’t use magic.”
“Oh, Trixie. We both know honesty isn’t your element. I won’t hold that against you, though. I’ll keep you honest despite your failings. As long as you’re here with me, you’ll be safe from your own betrayal.”
She tensed her body. “I just think I could rest more without it. That way I would have more energy for learning from you and earning your forgiveness during the day.”
“No.”
She sobbed. “Please! Can you at least let me spend this one night without it? It will give me time to, um, adjust. I only need one night. That’s all I need. Please!”
“No.”
“I was really looking forward to this night. It kept my hopes up.” A tear drifted down her face. “I beg of you, Twilight. Please, just give me one single night with myself. That’s all I need. I won’t be able to, um, rest properly if the effect is as you described it.”
“You underestimate the power of exhaustion, Trixie. Maybe you won’t get much rest the first night, but you’ll lose consciousness eventually. On the side note, life shouldn’t be squandered with useless oversleeping.” I levitated up my scepter. ”And let’s not forget that you have tomorrow’s test to prepare for. Failing is the last thing you want. Believe me.” My scepter trailed over her back.
She bit her lower lip. Her face turned into a grimace.
“I want you to ponder about it at night. Think about every word you’re going to say to me in the morning. If you come up with only a summary I’ll be forced to refresh your memories.
“Tomorrow I won’t be as generous as I am today. If you fail the test I’ll beat the crap out of you, then I’ll fuck you until you start squirting blood, and then I’ll fuck you some more.
“When that is all good and done, I’ll ask you for a detailed review again and if you only give me a summary, we’re going to do it all over from scratch. Again and again for as long as it’s needed. Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“You’re right about everything you say, Twilight. I’ll, um, think about what happened long and hard during the night. There’s no need for you to pay so much attention to me anymore. Really.“
“Has the great and unfulfilled attention whorse finally got her fill?”
“That was the old me. I’m a different person now.” She looked up at me. “You taught me to be better.”
“That’s a good pony.” I smiled at her as I brushed through the bright blue mane. “If you pass the test tomorrow, you’ll get some water and hay.”
“So, do you want to try on the talisman now, Trixie?”
She shook her head.
“The correct answer is yes, Trixie.” I grabbed her head with both forehooves and made her nod. “Good pony.”
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“Twilight!”
“If you keep using my name in vain, you’re going to wear it down along with my patience.
Tell you what, pet, from now on, you may not address me by my name anymore. You can, however, call me mistress to your heart’s content.“
“Twilight… ”
I levitated a scepter from the corner and floated it high above her.
She closed her eyes and tensed her muscles. “Mistress! I meant mistress!”
“What is it, pet?”
“Do you really need to keep me strapped in this construction?”
“You were doing less than nothing before. But under my supervision, you shall grow. We’ll take baby steps for now. First, you have to learn not to do harm.
The 'standing still' technique is good for that. Even I tried it once when I intended to avoid my destiny that a future me warned me about. As long as you stick to doing nothing, nopony gets hurt. That also applies to the use of magic.” I floated the necklace on her neck.
She closed her eyes and cringed.
“Don’t worry, this talisman is harmless as long as its currents are disconnected. The nullifying field collapses your inner flows when both ends of the necklace touch each other.”
I connected both ends.
The effect was instantaneous.
“Get it off! Aaa!”
“Relax, pet, stop screaming!”
“Something’s wrong! Take it off now! Please, I’ll do anything!”
I bumped my scepter on her ribs. “Shut up for a moment, will you?”
“It’s unbearable! It’s making me sick.”
“You may cry if you want, but don’t whine about it.”
“It’s killing me!”
“No, it just feels that way. It isn’t physically hurting you in any way.”
“Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!”
“Perhaps the pain behind my scepter will redirect your attention from it. You won’t be thinking about the effects of the talisman so much when your pain receivers fire up your neurons.”
I slammed it against her. I aimed for the meaty parts. If I were to hit her in the chest with such force I could have broken a rib or two and I promised her no permanent damage. Hm, they would heal eventually, so breaking her ribs technically wouldn’t be breaking my promise…
“Aaa! Fuck! Get it off! Aaa! Off!”
I stopped for a moment to gather my thoughts. Repeated magic acceleration drained most of my focus.
“Get it off! Get it off!”
She waved her head left and right banging it against the frame.
“I beg you, with all my being. Take it off. Please!” She threw up. A moment later, she bowed her head and squeaked while looking at the mess she made. “I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry about the mess, pet. I’ll have you clean it up tomorrow.” I used my cloth to wipe her mouth.
She looked up at me with big sparkling eyes. She couldn’t focus, but I felt our connection.
We seemed to be bonding. “I won’t let you down, my subject. Together, we’ll arrive at the point of complete forgiveness. You shall have your redemption, I promise.”
I caressed her mane with a hoof. Sweaty hair formed sticky locks, but apart from that, it felt nice.
I sat beside her and used both forehooves to shift her head to the wall on the side. She swayed, and I had to press firmly to keep her head fixed in the direction. I levitated a chalk and floated it to the vertical surface. ”Congratulations, pet, you’ve received a forgiveness point. Look, the wall is already filling up.” I drew a vertical hoof sized line on the upper left corner of my tabula rosa.
She clenched her teeth.
“You haven’t fully earned it since you’ve been opting for it less than half a day, but we’ll just make up for lost time tomorrow. Even though we can’t stretch the time we’ll have, I’m sure we can increase the intensity of your experience.”
She tried to shake her head and I could barely hold her still with my hooves.
“You should be happy, only one hundred and nineteen days left to go.”
She opened her mouth. I presumed she wanted to scream, so I used my magic to slide the gag back into her mouth. That made it all better. There weren’t any loud voices coming out of her mouth. Just sounds of gagging interrupted by sobs of despair.
“Get some rest, pet. With my help, you’ll be able to accumulate another forgiveness point tomorrow. I’ll see you in the morning.” After a caress of the blue mane with a hoof and a lick of her teary cheek with my tongue, I walked to the exit. When I reached the stairs, I glanced back at the twirling body in the middle of the basement. Everything seemed to be in order.
“Goodnight, pet!” I turned off the lights.
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I hadn’t fed my pet since she came to the basement, and that reflected badly on me as a master. It was very fortunate that I had all the necessary ingredients to make a bite right there in my laboratory.
“Is that even food?” Trixie asked upon seeing my creation.
“It’s like oatmeal, just that it’s not oatmeal.”
“Well, what is it then?”
“Eat it.”
“That’s not what I asked...”
“Eat it!”
“Am I going to die from this?”
“No. I don’t think so. Now eat it!”
She sighed and slid a hoof on it. With the tip of her tongue, she touched the blemish on her forehoof. “It doesn’t even have any taste.”
“Eat it.”
“Yeah...” She dipped a hoof in the bowl.
“Yes. Eat it up.”
I could hardly restrain myself due to the anticipation as I watched her munch on the gelatinous concoction. Occasionally, she looked up at me with half-closed eyes, but I managed to encourage her with a series of nods, every time.
She licked the last blemish on the plate and looked up at me. “There. I ate it. May I know what it was now?”
“It was an aphrodisiac extract.”
“Is that like a spice?”
“Kind of. You dilute it with food prior to consumption.”
“I ate oatmeal with spice then? I was afraid you had put something freaky in it.”
“It was an aphrodisiac, without oatmeal.”
“I thought you said it should be diluted.”
“Well, my friend Zecora did say, put in just one drop, and you’ll have yourself a prop.”
“There… There was more than a drop of it in the bowl. Why did you put in so much of it?”
“I didn’t know how much you were gonna eat. Also, if there was just one drop, you’d get suspicious.”
“But… I ate it all.”
“Mhm. Indeed, you did.”
“What will happen to me? Does the spice do anything? Will my stomach ache?”
“I don’t know what happens if you overdose on it as you did. I think it’s best if we wait and observe.”
“You didn’t tell me not to eat it all! May I throw it up?”
“No.”
“Please! I need to get it out!”
“What’s done is done,” I said simply.
“You claimed I have too much of it in me.”
“What you have is the result of my labor. Let’s just wait it out. Don’t waste my efforts. I’m actually kind of curious about what will happen. You ate so much of it.”
“You fed it to me!”
“Yes.”
“I’m scared.”
“It’s the unknown that scares you. But don’t worry, it won’t be unknown for long.”
“Please…”
“Shh…” A hoof slid through her mane, ruffling it. “No matter what happens, the world will go on.”
“And me?”
“Hm?” I lifted my eyebrows. “What about you?”
“Ugh!” She scratched a foreleg. “I feel itchy.” She paused. “And hot...”
I levitated a notebook and a quill from a nearby table. “Phase one. Itchiness. Hotness.” I looked with half-closed eyes. “Is there any part of your body that you feel hotter in?”
She blushed and pressed her legs together. “W—why do you ask?”
“Just answer.”
“Maybe.”
“It was a yes or no question.”
“Yes.” She looked away and clenched her teeth.
“Where?”
She cringed.
“Answer.”
“Down...”
“Down where?”
“Down there...” She hinted down with her head then looked to the ceiling, biting her lip.
“Point at it.”
My pet rose a leg and made a small waving gesture with a hoof. “There.” She put it down, hiding what she just pointed at.
“I don’t know what you wanted to show me. Just name the part of your body that you feel most hot in.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I’ll pretend that I didn’t hear your defiance. This is the last time I do you that kind of a favor. Now answer the question. Where do you feel the heat.”
“Pu… ssy...” she whispered.
“Hm, what was that?”
She yelled, “My pussy, okay? My pussy is hot! Is that what you want to hear, you pervert?” She accusingly pointed at me. “It’s because of that spice that you made me eat!” She clenched her teeth and looked at an undefined distance.
“You still don’t know what an aphrodisiac is, do you? It’s not a spice, you know?”
Trixie slowly slid a forehoof to her thighs. “What is it then?” She caressed her tight fabric and silently moaned.
“You see, when mares want to skip foreplay, they take a drop of it.”
“Foreplay? What are you saying?”
“Aphrodisiac makes you horny. But then again, you already know this, don’t you?” I pointed at her active forehoof.
She retracted it and blushed. The foreleg couldn’t stay away from the point of interest for long. It drifted back to its place between her hind legs as if it had a will of its own. “Um, may I be excused?”
“Whatever for?”
“I just… I’d like to be alone for a little while. I’d like some alone time. If I may?” She opened her eyes to their full extent as she looked at me.
“You may not be excused. This is you time and I don’t trust you with it.”
“How is it me time if I can’t do anything I want?” She pressed her thighs together.
“I didn’t forbid you from doing anything. What is it that you wish to do?”
She perspired. “I need something inside me fast!” She eyed the strap-on dildo on the table and licked her lips.
“Do you want me to wear the dildonic device? Is my invention finally getting the attention it deserves?”
“Your invention is great! I want to feel it deep inside of me.”
“Well, okay, if you insist...”
The moment I fastened the last strap, she jumped into me and knocked me to the floor. “I need it!” She humped on it, trying to force it in her pussy.
“Trixie! Get off me this instant!” I yelled.
She dared to shove my head to the side with a hoof. “I’m sorry… I need it so bad!”
It was fortunate I made preparations for the possibility of my pet’s misdemeanor beforehoof. My horn charged up to feel out for the needle on the table where I left it just for this case. I slung it through the air, right into her neck.
She twitched but still kept humping up and down on my dildo. “Will that make me go to sleep?”
“No, Trixie. It’s not a sedative. It’s a sleep paralysis inducing compound. My invention, as well.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.” She slid the dildo all the way in her pussy and moaned with satisfaction.
“You deserve to be punished, Trixie!”
“I know.” Her body stilled.”I’m... sorry...” She fell on top of me like a sack of oats.
I rolled her to the side, pulling my strap-on out of her pussy. “Since you already seem to regret it, I’ll let you choose the amount of punishment yourself. I pick the form, you decide the duration.”
I trotted to the wardrobe with candles.
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I hung up a candle from the ceiling and lit it at the bottom by utilizing entropy magic. The wax dripped on the floor below it. I turned to Trixie, who lay on the floor. “One drop of wax on you will fulfill your punishment. You’re free to stick around if you want more. I won’t even tie you down, so you can move away from the hot wax whenever you feel like it. I won’t stop you.”
After stripping her naked, I dragged the motionless body under the candle. She kept still, even after a droplet fell onto her. Yet, I knew she was wide awake and sentient under those closed eyes. Another droplet splattered on her coat.
“Are you sure you didn’t have enough yet, Trixy? You can end it at the time of your choosing. Or you can just tell me to stop it and I’ll blow out the candle right away. It’s all up to you now.”
There was no response.
“You must feel really bad for what you did. I’m all for taking responsibility for one’s mistakes, but don’t you think this went far enough? How can you even stand all the pain? I’d imagine it would be unbearable. Just give me a signal. Any gesture will do. That’s all I need to stop this nonsense. I want to help you so badly, why won’t you let me?”
I wanted to stroke her on the head, but when I moved my hoof toward it, a drop of wax fell on my fetlock. “Auch!”
I puffed on it, but it still stung. After jumping on my hooves I trotted toward the barrel on my three legs. I sunk the injured hoof into the water and sighed with relief as the cold flow eased the burn of hot wax.
Pulling the hoof out, I removed the wax with my mouth. I still felt the sting, but I couldn’t see the burn. I wondered if I should have put a bandage over it, but decided to just toughen it out.
I heard a splash from behind me.
When I turned around, I saw that the candle was no longer fixed on the rope. It had fallen down, sticking onto Trixie’s abdomen. Apart from the streams of tears, she wasn’t reacting to it at all.
“Pet!” I raised my voice. “I think that’s enough! If you’re not putting a stop to it, then I might have to pinion your free will more by intervening. If I let you do this to yourself, you may get burnt, and that’s not a pleasant feeling. I know what I’m talking about.” I raised my injured foreleg.
If you really want to persist with your punishment we’ll just have to figure out a less damaging way to do that. How about electricity? Do you have any resistance left against that? Surely, we could squeeze some more data out of you. I’ve replaced the fuses you burned out with the stronger ones. My puppy is prepped and ready for you.“
She didn’t respond.
“I want to stop this madness so badly, but alas, I have zero agency. You’re in full control, Trixie. Why must you make me bear witness to all these detestable things you do to yourself?”
The lump on the floor twitched. Gurgling sounds came out of her mouth.
“Because of you I even hurt myself!” I yelped and lifted the injured hoof. “It’s not showing, but it does hurt me, you know?”
She wearily clambered on her legs. With a foreleg, she hoofed at the candle mounted on her chest, but it stayed firmly stuck on her.
“Trixie, I need you to blow on my burn to alleviate my pain.” I extended the injured leg in her direction. “It hurts as bad as if an ant bit me.”
Tears rushed from her eyes. “You’re hurting?” She murmured and spread all fours, trying to catch her balance. “You are hurting‽ You have no right to say that after what I just went through! It stings so bad, and I can’t even rip off the wax...”
“What’s the matter, Trixie? It’s the simplest of things that I asked of you. Just blow on my wound. You waste air constantly, anyway. It wouldn’t hurt if you put your destructive breathing to some positive use.”
“The fuck?” She sighed. “That was the last straw. I can’t bear it anymore.” Her muscles clenched as she turned around. “I’m done. No more. Fuck this shit. I’m out!” She broke into a gallop toward the wall.
I charged my horn, extended my channels and caught her just before her head impacted the hard surface. I abruptly pulled her away and floated her in the air. “What the buck was that all about?”
“Fuck you, Twilight! Just fucking kill me already. I can’t… I just can’t take it anymore. It needs to stop. I just want to end it. No more...”
I levitated up an injection with sleep paralysis up to her and shook it about.
“I don’t care...”
I levitated up my scepter and floated it to the needle.
“I won’t play a part in your stupid games anymore. Keep your insanity, but leave me out of it. From now on, I’m no longer here.” She faced away from me.
“If one’s eyes close, does the world around cease to exist?” A dildo joined the floating party in the air. “I think not!” When I squeezed the magical bubble around the device, it began vibrating at high frequencies.
“I...”
“Just keep talking pet.” I half-closed my eyelids as I gazed at her. “I’m listening. Anything you say can and will be held against you.”
“I...” She switched her gaze from one item to another. I floated them around her.
“I, I, I!” I snorted. “Is that really what we’re back to? Everything I taught you… You’re just throwing it all away?” All the items strained me, so I dropped them on a nearby table.
She kicked with a leg, but that had little effect on the binding field around her.
I levitated up Trixie's cloak toward the wall. “Well, if we’re starting over, I might as well wipe clean your forgiveness points.”
“No!” she responded.
“What?”
“I don’t think I’ll live long enough to earn them all, but they’re my one way out of here. At least I can hope. Please don’t erase my forgiveness point. I earned it.”
“Have you?”
“It’s not all about me. See, I remember.”
“Hmm...”
“Mistress, I can see that you’re hurting. May I please blow on your dire wound to ease the pain?”
“I don’t know...”
“Please!” Her eyes opened wide. “I beg you, let me blow on your wound.” She blew with all her breath in my direction. It was absurd, considering she was floating at the other side of the room.
“Well, since you’re so nice to me, I’ll return the favor. Let’s get the wax off of you.” I enwrapped the candle on her chest with magic and tore it off in one go.
“Aaa!”
“Hm... ” I floated the furry candle closer. “Trixie, you left a patch of your hair on it...”
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She resisted in the metal construction but was no match for my caring magic, as I dressed her up in her sweat and pee-stained clothes.
“Twilight, do I need to wear this furtight bodysuit again? My burns are really sensitive, and the clingy fabric is pressing on them!”
“With some of your coat gone, you might get chilly in this basement. Also, the restraints won’t chafe on you as much with some fabric in between,” I said as I closed the locks around her limbs.
“The fabric hurts and itches even more under the restraints...”
“I’d hate to leave you alone all exposed through the night.” I tightened the last strap on the metal construction, utterly securing her for the cumming night.
Her ears perked. “You can leave me alone. I’ll be okay.”
“You know what? As much as I’d like to keep you company every moment of your existence, I do have a life of my own.”
“Yes, go live your own life and let me be.”
“On the other hoof, I don’t have the heart to leave you all alone for yet another night. I imagine you had a stuffed toy that you could take to bed before you came here.”
She shook her head, half-closed her eyes and opened her mouth to speak.
“Don’t deny it!” I levitated my scepter.
She clenched her teeth.
“Spike still hasn’t found Smarty Pants, so I can’t lend you my favorite doll, but I may still have something to cling on to you at night.”
“The tight clothes you’re making me wear are clingy enough already.” She spoke to the floor. “You can just leave me alone. I really don’t need anything else from you.”
“Nonsense. I’ll let you in on a little secret.” I walked to a wardrobe and opened it with a hoof. I smiled when I saw the vines in the flower pods, which were still holding up. I enveloped three of them in my magic field and floated them toward Trixie.
“Don’t tell anypony about this, but I’ve kept a few of the little ones from the vine incident. You know about it, right?”
“Everypony knows about Discord’s tentagedon. But didn’t all of them get vaporized by the Tree of Harmony?”
“Fine! I lied. You got me. I kept some of the seeds and grew the vines myself.”
“And I’m the evil one… ” She clenched her teeth and looked away.
“Indeed you are, vile creature.”
I put the plants on the floor between her hind legs and one between her forelegs.
“They are misunderstood. All they want to do is find some nourishment for themselves.”
“Why are you placing them under me?”
“To keep you company of course. Nothing less.
A word of caution, though. If they get in contact with anything moist they become hyperactive. They can sense moisture in the air and they grow toward the source of it. Now that you know this piece of information you can avoid any danger they present. All you have to do is refrain yourself from being moist on any part of your body and they will ignore you.”
“What are you really up to?”
“Oh, and before I forget, I brought you something to drink.” I leaned the bottle in her mouth before she could say anything. She didn’t resist but gulped it down with enthusiasm, instead.
She took a deep breath and sighed. “Thank you.”
“Oh my, you drank so much of it.”
Her breath ceased. “No!” She gazed at me. “Tell me this isn’t—”
“Aphrodisiac.” I nodded. “I wondered if I could make it even more concentrated and it turned liquid. Go figure.” I looked down on her. “You shouldn’t have drunk so much of it.”
“Fuck!”
“Well, that’s all from me tonight. I’m retiring myself to my quarters.”
One of the vines extended and touched a hind leg. She cringed. “Fuck no!”
“Relax. They’re quite docile without any exposure to dampness. Just don’t get moist, okay?” I levitated the anti-magic necklace to her.
“Fuck!”
“Good night, pet.” I snapped close both ends around her neck and took my leave.
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I noticed some movement the moment I stepped into the basement. But the black shinny mass remained stationary. It was the plants that were twirling about.
The salt jar I levitated in my magic field floated closer as I stepped by Trixie’s side. I had thought that I might have a need for it even before I went to bed the previous day. My prediction had turned out to be correct. Even Pinkie Pie with her weird senses might have trouble if she competed with me in predicting the future.
I poured some salt on the vines and they retracted back to the pots they were planted in, wrapping themselves in the moisture they’d gathered.
The sorry mass before me stayed still, but I saw her breathing.
Her mouth twitched. She was awake.
I telekinetically removed the anti-magic necklace from her neck and unsnapped the binds.
She crashed on the floor and stayed there.
“Get to the platform pet!” I turned around and walked toward the stairs.
I trotted up to the kitchen. Spike wasn’t back, but if he decided to return, I didn’t want him to get upset over my usage of kitchen supplies for my experiments again. It was a minor thing, but our relationship was going through a sensitive patch. I needed to do as much mending and as little wounding as possible upon his return.
Putting down the salt jar, I looked out the window in hope of seeing Spike return. There was no one outside. Just like the last 18 times I checked. The chances of me catching his return down to the second were abysmal. It was silly of me to even attempt to time the reunion. Despite the low odds, I kept doing it for some irrational reason.
I trotted down the stairs with a bowed head. Only when I reached the basement did I look about.
The fleshy mass wasn’t within the holding harness anymore. There were just red stains leading away from it. I followed them with my eyes and lay my view on the motionless lump laying on top of the platform. “Get up!” I poked her with a hoof.
The lump jerked. After a moment of downtime, it moved. Slowly, but surely, it rose. First the forelegs, then the body.
She turned on her tummy pulling her upper body up with her forelegs. Her head slowly lifted from the platform.
Her teeth clenched as she tardily ascended on her trembling appendages.
She spread apart both hind legs. Her head was lowered, what remained of her tail dangled loosely. Both ears were slumped.
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
“Good morning, pet!” I greeted her.
She cocked her head and glanced at me, then lowered her eyes to the floor. “Goos mohnin, master.”
“How was your night? Mine was great! I slept like a filly.” I looked at her. ”Why aren’t you answering? Wait, did something happen during the night? You did manage to stay dry as I advised you, right?
“No.” Her voice crackled.
“You were tempting my poor vines with your way of the whorse, weren’t you, pet? Didn’t I tell you not to do that?”
She gasped, then slowly exhaled. “You did, but...”
“You should learn to listen to me, pet. You’d be better off if you did.” I sighed. ”It’s okay, though. No harm was done. They were due for some moisture exposure, anyway.”
Her eyes shifted to the barrel of water for an instant then back to me.
I looked at the barrel. “I guess watering them could also work.”
She opened her mouth and breathed heavily, her tongue slipped from her mouth.
“Those plants really sucked on your liquids, didn’t they?”
Her mouth was agape. The chest inflated and deflated with high frequency. Her face was all mushed up as if she cried, but there were no tears to be seen. Her eyes barely reflected any light.
I stepped on the platform. “Are you thirsty, pet?”
She quickly raised her head and maniacally nodded. Her tongue lapped around her wide open mouth.
“Well, I haven’t brought you any water.”
She pointed behind me at the barrel of water in which she had been washing herself the day before. “Bus you have is right shere in the—”
“That water is dirty.”
“I son’t mind.”
“I do. I’d be a terrible mistress if I had my pet drink dirty water.”
She put her leg down on the platform.
“I actually wanted to get you a glass of clean water, but then I got thirsty myself and drank it without even thinking about you.” I focused on the plants.
“Um…” a squeal came from behind me.
The viny critters seemed in pretty good shape, considering they weren’t exposed to any light.
“Khm...”
“Maybe they aren’t even real plants.”
“Um, mistess Twi...”
I turned back. “You’re disturbing me, pet. Stop being annoying.”
“I’m… I’m soiy…”
“Good.” I turned back to the plants.
“Um, mastel… Mastel!”
“Ugh!” I abruptly turned to her. “What?”
“I’ve nevei been so thiysty in my life. If I could just have some watel. That’s all I want. I don’t need anything else. Just some watel. Please. Just some watel.”
I loudly sighed and gazed at her.
She lowered her shoulders and bowed her head.
“I’ll bring you fresh water, okay?”
“Mhm!” She bounced up and down on her legs.
Her eyes turned to me. She stopped on the spot, nodding her head. Leaning it to the side she blinked with her eyes and lifted her eyebrows.
“I had it on the to-do list, so you’d get it in due time, anyway. However, with you acting so pesky, I’m going to make you wait. Patience is a virtue, and if you can’t gather any on your own, I’ll just have to imprint some on you.”
Her head slumped.
“What? Just because you want something, it doesn’t mean you deserve it. Being unbearable won’t earn you any points, pet. You really should learn your place.”
She opened her mouth and pressed her eyebrows together. Her face was the definition of crying, yet, no tears came out of her dry eyes.
“You know what, pet? Despite my better judgment, I kind of like some of your physiological features. You have potential in you. If you make use of it, I’ll reward you with a treat. You’d like to have an opportunity to earn a drink, wouldn’t you?”
“Mhm.” She raised her head again.
I floated up my checklist from the table and floated it to her. “I was saving up myself for you this morning, isn’t that altruistic of me?”
She tilted her head and opened her eyes wide.
“Did you forget how to read? I see we’ll have to practice reading some more. Ugh!”
She moved her head close to my floating note, almost touching it with her face. Her eyes opened wide but didn’t follow the lines of text.
“Fine, I’ll read it to you.”
I floated the list before me. “Stop lucid dreaming and wake up—checked; find out if Spike came back—checked.” For a moment, I lowered the list and glanced at her. “He hasn’t came back yet, by the way!”
She bowed her head.
“I still can’t forgive you for what you said to him. And the worst part of your transgression is, I’m going to be blamed for it.
You made it sound as if we cut off his wings just because we could. That’s not how it happened at all! Why didn’t you tell him about the accident?
After he broke off a wing, he’d just trash the entire place and hurt himself in the process if he tried to fly with just one spikey appendage. Removing it was the sensible thing to do. It was! I had a whole speech prepared for him when he’d be ready to hear it, but you failed to mention any of the key elements of said speech despite having full access to it via my memories.”
She bit on her lower lip.
“Now that I think about it, you definitely don’t deserve a glass of water and I’m glad I intentionally forgot it!”
Her body shook.
I breathed in, moving a foreleg to my chest, then exhaled extending it outward. “Me forgetting something does sound dire. You being useless doesn’t help. Yet I think I have a solution for both our calamities.”
Her eyes rolled up.
“Friends help each other and I think you’re finally ready for this lesson. I happen to have some chores to do and if you help me with them, you also get what you want.“
I floated the note back to my eyes.
“Get salt for vines—checked.
I wiggled my tongue around my mouth and rolled up my eyes. “I believe I still have some moistness in my mouth from the glass of water I drank just before picking up salt from the kitchen.”
“It’s free for the taking.” I lowered the list to the floor and cut off the flows in my horn. “Are you still interested?”
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“Technically speaking, I didn’t forget the water. I took the whole content of the glass of water that was intended for you. I just didn’t bring it in a glass, that’s all. But I did bring it, see?” I drifted some saliva on my tongue and stuck it out of my mouth.
She raised her head and looked at my tongue.
A drop of saliva floated on the tip and drifted off.
She snapped at it and swallowed, then faced away from me bowing her head again. Her cheeks turned red.
“Why shy away, pet? I have some more in my mouth.“
She looked up at me.
I spread both lips apart and brushed my tongue on the front teeth. I moved my eyebrows up and down as I looked at her.
She slowly lifted her head and narrowed her eyes.
I stood still and merely escorted her with my eyes.
She leaned in.
I stuck out my tongue to show it off.
She took a step closer.
The wiggly appendage extended from her open mouth. Trixie gave a quick lick on my tongue and quickly retracted hers. Her head moved back while her whole face turned red.
“Hm, I may have drunk too much water before I came here. I think I’ll just spit out this extra moisture from my mouth now.” I glanced at her. “Unless you want to help me with getting rid of the excess?”
She bit her lower lip and looked up at me with her big eyes.
I raised and lowered my eyebrows as I looked down on her.
Her head slowly moved up again.
I didn’t stick out my tongue that time.
She opened her mouth and went in deeper than before.
It brushed my lips and wiggled its way inside, brushing on my teeth.
It drifted further into my mouth. As her tongue caressed my own, it became hyperactive. It drifted all around my inner cheeks then retracted.
She swallowed.
“Want some mo—”
Her wiggly thing was in my mouth again, connecting with all my inner surfaces. It went deeper with every twirl.
She took another step toward me.
The force she exhibited was overwhelming. I moved back my head, but it was to no avail. Her dry tongue was going wild all over my mouth. I put a hoof on her neck, but she kept on pushing.
Only when I took a step back did I manage to escape her wiggly appendage. “Slow down there, pet.”
Her forelegs were lifted up as a result of the force I was using against the aggressor. Despite that, her head drifted closer to me, leaning in for another kiss.
“That’s it! I’m taking you down!”
I leaned on both hind legs and slammed with a shoulder on her neck.
She overbalanced and fell on her back. Her head dangled over the edge of the platform.
I positioned both forelegs on her neck and hind legs over her plot.
“Can’t you control your urges, pet? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you still have some aphrodisiac in your system.”
She lifted up her head from over the edge. “So thirsty!”
I opened my mouth with a grin.
She focused on my lips. Her head rose and drifted ever closer.
She stuck out her tongue.
I kept my head just out of its reach. “You really want to invade my mouth, don’t you?”
“Aha.” Her neck shook, and her slick muscle drifted out even further, reaching for my lips.
“You like this?” I gave her tongue a lick.
Her eyes rolled back as she squeaked in delight.
I pulled back my tongue.
Her head fell over the platform.
I leaned in. “What’s the matter, you don’t want it anymore?”
She swallowed. “I do.” Her head drifted up again.
I retracted my head with the same speed hers approached me.
“Master, please.” Her tongue stuck up from her mouth.
“You’re desperate, aren’t you?” I slipped my lips around her raspy mouth girth.
“Yes.”
“Well, you are putting in the effort, I might as well reward you a little.” I caressed her tongue with my lips. Up and down; up and down.
Both forehooves hugged my torso and pulled me in closer.
I touched her tongue in my mouth with the tip of my tongue.
Both shiny hind legs hugged my hips as her tongue drifted deeper into my mouth. Her forelegs squeezed me tightly, preventing me from backing out.
I explored the warm cavern, moving my tongue in circles around hers.
She squeezed even tighter, hanging all of her weight from below me.
I tightened my body. “Mm!” She had lost some mass since she admitted herself into my care, but she still weighed more than I was willing to put up with.
She slid on top of me and pressed hard against my body. Her head drifted closer, tongue slipping deeper inside my mouth.
I shook my body, but she still clenched on to me.
Her tongue spun around mine faster than I could keep up. I had lost my rhythm!
She pressed her head against mine, her lips touched my lips. Her raspy meat slid to the base of my tongue.
“Gah!” I tensed one forehoof and tapped on her neck with the other.
She cocked her head, opened her mouth and shoved her body onto me. My half-closed mouth was in her gaping mouth.
A foreleg buckled and I lost my balance. I fell on her as she hit the platform with her back.
Her head slung over the edge, freeing me from her tongue.
“Trixie, you’re a mouthful? I’d rather not think of the amount of filth that tongue touched.”
She repeatedly swallowed then focused back on my mouth.
I was ready for her that time around. I slid my forehooves along her tight clothes up to her neck.
She shoved against them, but I leaned in even more.
I bent one leg and wiggled it between her hind thigh and belly.
I did the same with my other hind leg, positioning both of my hind legs on the platform by her hip.
I leaned back on her tummy and reached with a forehoof behind her head. I still kept one forehoof on the front of her neck to counter any sudden movement from her side.
Gradually, I lifted her head.
She slowly opened her mouth. I bit on her tongue as soon as it peeked from her mouth.
It wanted to escape, but I didn’t let go. When she squeaked, I granted it freedom. It retracted back. Her eyes opened wide.
“My turn!”
I slid my tongue in her mouth.
She embraced it tightly with her lips, pressing on it from all sides.
I supported the back of her head with both forehooves.
Her lips pulled my tongue through them.
I let it pass deeper, feeling out the robustness of her palate.
Her tongue received mine with great enthusiasm, winding around like a spring. Due to its dryness, it acted like a sponge, stealing all the moisture it touched.
I closed my mouth and leaned my head perpendicularly to hers. When our muzzles pressed together, I felt her tongue chafing on the slit between my lips—the last defense against the invader.
When I slid out the tip of my tongue, a negative pressure formed in her mouth, sucking it out of my mouth.
I tried to pull it back, but her raspy lips gripped all around as the vacuum sucked with ever greater force.
My tongue lost some ground and slowly drifted into her mouth. I tapped on her neck with a foreleg to let her know she was breaching the limits of her jurisdiction.
She didn’t react.
I felt her legs touching my shoulders again.
I tapped harder.
Her hind legs retracted, pressing on my flank. It pushed me toward her mouth.
“Nn-nn!”
I pressed on the front of her neck with both forehooves.
With a pop, my tongue broke free from the fleshy prison. I put all four hooves on the platform and jumped over her. After a few steps, I tried to catch my breath. Though I wasn’t within her reach, I still didn’t feel safe around her.
She twirled on the ground positioning herself on her four legs.
I turned to face her.
She slid toward me.
“Bad pet!” I bumped her snout with a forehoof.
She pressed her head between her shoulders.
“That’s enough of that, pet. You’re an animal!”
She bowed her head. “I’m sorry, mistress.”
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“Let’s see what else we have on the list.”
I floated it up.
“Come—not checked yet.” I looked up from the note. “I usually check this off soon after waking up. However, today I planned the activities with you in mind. Isn’t that altruistic of me?”
I lifted her head with a hoof. “So, pet, want to help me tick the square next to that last entry? This is entirely up to you. I can do it myself perfectly fine. However, if you decide to join in, there might be some more moisture for you. If you put in some extra effort, you might even get a squirt from me.”
My legs spread out as soon as my plot hit the floor.
I leaned on one foreleg and drifted down with the other.
Trixie looked.
I rotated the hoof on my crotch right and left, opening up my pussy lips.
She took a step closer.
“What? What do you want?”
“You said—”
“I said you can do whatever the fuck you want to do. So what the fuck do you want, pet?”
“I want to help you, master.”
“I told you, I got this. You don’t have to help me.”
“But—I want to.”
“You do? Do you wish to lick my juicy pussy? Is that what you want?”
“Yes, yes I do!”
“Isn’t that—how did you put it—an abomination?”
“No.”
“But you said it was.”
“I’m sorry!” she clenched her teeth.
“Are you saying you were wrong?”
“Yes. I was wrong. Please let me help you now.”
“I don’t know… ”
She lowered her body and drifted closer to my pussy. “Please.”
“Fine. But only if you really want to.”
As soon as I removed a foreleg from my pussy and placed it behind my back to lean on it, she pressed her head between my hind legs.
“Oh, slow down there, speedy!” With a hoof, I sought to control the encroaching head. She pushed forth with even greater force, rubbing her raspy tongue in my pussy.
I rolled on my back and pushed with both forehooves against her.
When I moved her head away, her tongue slipped out of my pussy.
I took a deep breath then slowly let her muzzle drift back. Her tongue entered my pussy again.
I made her back off a bit, to have a breather. The control was back in my hooves.
My pet was still going at it, but it was only because I allowed it. Gradually, she got into the rhythm and didn’t push like a mule anymore.
Her tongue penetrated with great speed, retracting right after. Every time she pushed in the wiggly appendage it quickly pulled back into her mouth. After a brief swallow, her tongue came in for more.
There was hardly any need to use any force against her; she was so into it.
I leaned my head back and let both forelegs drift loosely by my body. I spread my hind legs to make some room between them.
Her mouth slammed in my pussy and sucked on it with great enthusiasm.
“Hey, slow down, animal!”
I squeezed both hind legs together, but she stayed attached like a tick.
“Pet!”
She stopped pushing.
Just when my body relaxed a little, her tongue slipped really deep inside of me, making me tremble in ecstasy, “Oh.”
It drifted back and forth, back and forth.
I closed my eyes and relaxed my body. It felt so good.
Her tongue began to circle around inside my pussy.
“Mmm!” I felt the tension.
Her tongue rubbed all over my clitoris.
“So good.”
Her tongue drifted in and out.
“Iiiii!” I felt the pressure building up.
Her puffy lips sucked on my juicy pussy.
“Aaaa!” I came hard.
She kept on sucking.
I kicked her away with a hind leg. Orgasms always made my pussy super sensitive. Her rough tongue was more than I was willing to put up with. I relaxed my body and let it drift along with spasms and after-tinglings. I followed the euphoric feeling in my mind and let them carry me away into bliss.
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There was a bang. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a mirror frame stuck in the sand at the edge of the seashore.
I moved closer, and it turned out that it wasn’t a mirror. What I bore witness to was an actual portal.
It rippled every time a sea wave hit it, sucking the water inside of it. There must have been a lower atmospheric pressure in the other dimension.
I wondered if I could make a power generator using the pressure difference, but I didn’t seem to have any tools with me. There was just a checklist laying on the stony shore by my hooves. It only had one unchecked line: ‘Torture Trixie!’.
Something felt off. I was used to having longer lists than the one I was seeing, and they usually started with: “Stop lucid dreaming and wake up!”
A mental mechanism triggered in my thought patterns. It was time for the reality check.
Horn—shut down. Wings—folded. Proceed with the flying test.
I focused my mind on the stones beneath me and mentally pushed against them.
I floated up. None of my feet touched the ground anymore.
“Check complete. This is a dream!” I landed back on the beach.
“What should I do now?” I looked toward the portal.
Perhaps I could make that generator. An enthusiastic smile formed on my face. I lifted up a hoof and created a bent metal plate, from thin air, that would serve me as a chassis for my device.
A horseshoe landed hard against the stones beside me.
I looked up.
There was a flock of birds flying in a circle over me. Another one fell from the cloud of flying critters and smashed against the stones. And another and another.
The flock moved further away and dropped horseshoes in rapid succession. It flew above the cottage at the seaside. They fell on the wooden roof.
The sounds of falling horseshoes silenced as the flock flew beyond the cottage.
I looked back at the portal and my metal. It was futile. Everything I make will just vanish when I wake up.
I looked at my list again, and it changed. “Stop lucid dreaming and wake up!”
It was better to invent something in the real world. What I made in reality could survive all my sleeping cycles. Such wasn’t the case with any of my dream productivity.
I made a pen appear out of thin air and checked the empty box on my list. It was time to wake up.
Looking up at the sky, I tensed up and shattered the fake reality around me. Breaking through!
I opened my eyes.
I lay on the platform in my basement.
After noticing an empty changeling holding construction, I scoured the basement for any bluish tinge.
The room was empty. Trixie was gone.
“Fuck!”
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At the barrel, there were water droplets on the floor leading up to the exit.
I stood up and jumped off the platform, spreading my wings and gliding to the stairs.
I galloped to the first floor.
The door of the castle was wide open. “Fuck!”
I flew out of the castle and gained some height. There was some movement in the direction of the forest. It was Trixie! I focused my magic. It was a long distance for casting a telekinetic field, but I knew I could pull it off!
I squinted and extended my channels. It was a stretch, but even at that distance, I managed to form a bubble around my target. “Got her!” She was no Ursa Minor, so only a little force was needed to counter her weight.
“Help!” she yelled.
I accelerated my magic bubble under me, throwing her back into the castle.
A crash emanated from the hallway.
I scoured the surroundings. Nothing else was moving, nor was there any ponylike shape in the vicinity. It was still early in the morning and most ponies were probably still asleep. It was a good thing I started my days earlier than the rest of the plebeians.
I landed on the ground and stepped inside. I got lucky. But somepony was about to get very unlucky!
Trixie stood in the middle of the hallway. Her horn was charged. A book levitated in a magic field above her.
She slung her head forward, and the precious ballistic object accelerated toward me.
It crashed in the middle of the hallway halfway between us. The book was opened and I saw that at least one page got wrinkled.
I narrowed my eyelids and gazed at her. “My turn!” The surrounding shone in lavender as I charged up my horn.
She lifted a forehoof and shook her head.
A magic bubble enveloped her body and launched her down the stairs.
A rapid ramble and a crash let me know she reached the basement.
I shut the door of the castle with a hind hoof and thumped to the stairs. My steps were heavy, breathing fast.
Stairs creaked under my hooves. My vision narrowed.
I found the betrayer sliding across the floor away from me toward the platform. She looked at me with eyes wide open and mouth agape.
“Mistress, please! I don’t know what came over me. I couldn’t help myself. You’re the most determined pony! Knowing that hurting me is your main focus, I just couldn’t take it. You’d get what you want, even if it killed me. You always get what you want!”
“Hey, Trixie. You look like you could use some obedience training.”
“I’m so tired. I just want everything to end. I can’t take it anymore.”
“You may cry, but you have no right to complain! Not after what you did.”
“Calm down, master, please. I can still be good...”
I felt nothing but rage when I looked at the betrayer. I turned my head to the side to gather my thoughts, and then I saw it. Something metallic under the wardrobe… I charged my horn and levitated the object closer. “How did this get there?”
She took a step back but couldn’t escape my piercing gaze. There was silence. Biting on her lip was all she had to offer in response.
“I’ll give you something to bite on!” I floated up the gag and strapped it in her mouth.
“Nnn!” Her eyes shot wide, body shaking.
I pushed her in the holding construction and wrapped the straps around her appendages with my telekinesis.
Her body trembled like a leaf in the wind.
When I tightened the last restraint her body stilled. The binds dug into her fur-tight clothing, bending the skin under it.
She craned her head and shook it about. Her eyes were wide open, tears flowing.
I stood on my hind legs and floated the strap-on to me. After a few clicks, it firmly stood in attention between my hind legs. Directed by my magic, the scepter floated to me, and I caught it with a foreleg.
My forehoof brushed on Trixie’s back, across the ripped fabric and scratched skin beneath it. “If only there was somepony here I could talk to right now.” I looked around the room but found myself alone.
She raised her head looking back at me. “Nnn?”
I raised my eyebrows as I pierced her with my gaze. “Shut up, betrayer!”
I looked at the floating scepter and turned it around so that the engraved face pointed in my direction. It was the only face of reason in my proximity, so I confided in it. “She betrayed me! She has to pay!”
A supportive golden face stared at me blankly.
I extended a forehoof and caressed my scepter from head-top to the gem-bottom. “What if somepony saw her? I’d be in so much trouble! I can’t stand it. She could have hurt me so much! I can’t tolerate the probability of such a dire event occurring is higher than zero! I can’t accept it! And what if Spike doesn’t come back!?”
My heart thumped even faster. “No, I won’t stand for it!”
The traitor before me glanced at my form with the corner of her wide-open eye.
I looked at my strap-on then threw her a serious gaze.
I extended Vibe 9000 to its maximum length. “In your ass!”
“N-nn!”
I leaned on her with both forehooves and directed my strap-on between her legs.
Her muscles tensed.
I couldn’t get it in between her tightened ass cheeks.
My horn glowed as I focused on the scepter. I used it to slam against her hind legs from the sides.
“Nn!—Nn! ”She lifted her head and rolled back her eyes.
I pushed harder with my lower body while still pounding on her from the sides.
Her muscles relaxed for a moment and I managed to place the dildonic machine against her asshole.
There was resistance. I slammed at her even harder. I turned on my vibe 9000 and thrust with all my might.
“G-hh!” she choked on the gag.
The fully extended dildo was only half in, so I stepped closer to provide myself greater torque. In an attempt to relax her inner muscles, I hit her on her back with my forehooves and struck at her with my scepter randomly across the twitching body.
“N-gh!”
I hugged her body with all four legs and pushed in with my hips. “Uh, yeah!” I didn’t even look where I slammed her with my scepter. I was busy trying to shove the strap on further in. It wouldn’t go any deeper as if there was a fleshy wall on the end!
Both hind legs pressed against the ground as I used all the force I could muster in both forelegs to pull myself into her.
The strapon moved in a little more.
I observed her unmoving head, bowed almost to the ground. After counting to one, I got bored and proceeded to slam her neck with my scepter.
Her head swayed then stilled down again. I slammed my hips against her as hard as I could. In and out, in and out.
I felt warm liquid drift down my tie. I hoped it was her blood and not her shit.
As I wanted to examine the liquid a voice from behind me froze me solid. “Twilight, what the literal fuck is going on here?”
I slowly turned my head around. “Spike?” I tried to take a step back, but her ass held my strap-on in place.
Spike opened his eyes wide. “Is that Trixie?”
I leaned with my forehooves against her motionless body and pushed off.
The blood sprayed all around from my vibrating Vibe 9000 strap-on.
I turned it off and wiped the blood droplets from my eyes with my blood-stained foreleg. “Er, it’s not what it looks like. It’s not!”
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After dealing with the crowd of outraged ponies in front of Canterlot Castle, Celestia wearily returned inside. She had told them that Twilight Sparkle has been taken care of, and they tentatively dispersed. They did not know the full extent of the truth. Her disciple was, in fact, still diligently performing her princess duties; out of sight, and gradually, she would hope, out of mind.
When she walked down the stairs which led toward the dungeons, she uttered a sigh of dismay. Good thing they didn’t ask about the details. The recent decline in Twilight Sparkle’s public image was very unfortunate, but Celestia was still in need of her services. Surprisingly, the fight against the changeling menace just turned for the better.
The new intel ‘Princess of Friendship’ provided could shift the balance in Equestria’s favor. The method of interrogation used, however, wasn’t the kind Celestia was familiar with.
As she passed the last checkpoint, the guard showed her a new list of ingredients Twilight Sparkle had requested. Celestia was no alchemist, but the herbal components reminded her of a potion she once used on Luna to prank her. The joke was on her when she found herself tied to a bed, defenseless, with her whole body exposed. Alone with horny Princess of the Night without any rest until the guards started to pound on the door in the morning because the sun still hadn’t risen. She’d banish the offender to the moon right there and then, but the younger sister was not at fault at that time.
She shook her head and focused back on the paper. With a hoof-stamp seal, she approved the acquisition then turned back to the guard who had presented the list to her. “Carry this to the Royal Alchemist. He’ll know where to find these ingredients.”
Upon entering the dungeon room, Twilight Sparkle almost jumped in Celestia’s face. She was floating a piece of paper. It was a map with a circled out area. “Here is the location of another hive,” she said.
“How do you manage to obtain all this information?” Celestia asked. Looking at Twilight from the side, she noticed a strap-on. “Actually, never mind. I do not think I wish to know.”
With her magic, she wrapped the map and backtracked to the door.
A raspy voice echoed from the dark corner of the room. “Mistress, I think I remember overhearing Chrysalis talk of another cell to the north. Please come back to me! I’m so horny...”
“Well, duty calls.” Twilight turned to Celestia. “Want to stick around? It’s gonna be fun!”
“Um, I thank you for the hospitality, but I must kindly decline. I am needed elsewhere.”
“Take care then.”
“You too, dear.” Celestia turned around, but she didn’t move from the spot. With sad eyes, she turned back to the one who had held so much promise. “Twilight, you know I can not let the populous at large see you after the incident in Ponyville. You should not have brought your Princess work home with you... You seemed to have settled in your new quarters easily, but are you sure you are fine with this arrangement?”
“I’m as fine as a butterfly.” Twilight cheered as she disappeared into the darkness.
When the door shut, Celestia leaned on the wall and whispered to herself, “Another student gone for good. Tis’ unfortunate. This one held so much potential...”
When Celestia walked on, she heard Twilight’s muffled voice from the cell, “Tell me all about it, my little changeling pet.”
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When I came to the basement, I found my pet unconscious. She hung loosely in the contraption with half of her tail on the floor.
An idea struck me. She was all warm and cozy under her tight bodysuit, but I was naked and defenseless against the chill of the basement. I’ve gone through much colder conditions without a need to put on any clothes, but still. The opportunity taunted me.
I didn’t really ponder on the idea. Starlight Glimmer had taught me that it’s best to just go with your gut sometimes. Without a second thought, I floated up the scissors from the table of tools and cut off her tail. With my magic, I caught it in the air and floated it around my neck, tying it into a bow.
When I unstrapped her necklace, I sensed movement beneath the soggy eyelids.
“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.”
“Uh...” Her eyes squinted, then shot open. “My tail!”
“You like it?” I posed before her.
“No way!” She leaned to the side and glanced back.
I observed the wiggles of her fluffy dock. It was so cute.
“Oh, no, you didn’t! My beautiful tail!”
“Um, would you like it back, my pet?” I started to untie it.
“Wait, can you really attach it on to me again?”
“Sure can.”
“Is there a spell for that?” She looked at me with half-closed eyes. “You’re not going to glue it back, are you?”
“No. I wouldn’t do that. What I’ll do is called plugging.”
“Plugging?”
“Plugging. Verb. Fill or close tightly with or as if with a plug.”
“I still don’t see how that could get my tail reattached...”
“An example of the word’s usage would be: Twilight plugs Trixie’s asshole with an ass plug that has a tail attached to it.”
“No!”
“You do want your tail back, right?”
“No. I don’t want it anymore. Please keep my tail away from me. I hate it.”
“Shh! I’m sure it will feel like a part of you in no time at all.”
Author's Note
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