Twilight's Shocking and Sexy Act

Rarity strolled away from her final class of the day. Her mood was spectacular. Not only was she wearing a particularly gorgeous new frock, but she’d also gotten through one of the toughest tests she’d ever taken. Mr. Doodle did not pull any punches when it came to binomial expansion. It had been very difficult to study for, but she’d done it. She didn’t think she’d aced it, but she knew she’d performed rather well. To top it all off, it was Friday, and she had the entire weekend to look forward to. She just needed to stop by her locker and collect some things before heading home for an enjoyable time off.

Ooooo, I can work on my new summer line! She told herself, and catch up on my Shadow Spade mystery novels! That, and there’s no telling what my friends have planned! I just can’t wait!

Confident and happy as ever, she strode up to her locker. Nothing, and nobody, would dour her particularly exquisite enjoyment. The sun was shining outside, the birds chirping from their lofty homes in the trees. Yes, everything was turning out just perfect. Well…all except for one little detail. It first stroked Rarity’s ears, caressing them with its sad tone. The fashionista turned towards the source of the sound. She saw Twilight’s legs peeking out from underneath her locker door. Unfortunately, it seemed that Rarity’s friend was experiencing some sort of distress. Her legs were shaking, and Rarity immediately flipped on her consolation switch. She walked around the door and found Twilight in a rather emotional state.

“Twilight, darling!” Rarity exclaimed, “whatever’s bothering you?”

“Nothing,” Twilight sniffed, turning to face her friend, “nothing at all.”

“Right, and Fluttershy hates animals,” Rarity said, “now, come on, dear. Out with it.”

“It’s nothing, Rare!” Twilight insisted, “I just…had a bad day.”

“The amount of tears streaking trails down your face tells me that it was more,” Rarity said.

Twilight looked at the floor and then back up at her friend. “I really didn’t want anyone to see me this way. I mean…it’s so embarrassing!”

“No, it’s not,” Rarity said, “crying after experiencing pain is completely normal. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s got you all upset?”

A sigh emanated from the purple girl’s lips. “It’s these new girls, Rarity. They came here from some other school where, I guess, all of the girls wear the…latest thing. I’ve never been too fashion savvy, but I’ve never wanted to be. But these girls, Rarity, they just wouldn’t leave me alone today! Every single time I passed them, every class we were in together, they just had to make me feel like…well, an unattractive dork, to put it crassly.”

“You are not an unattractive dork,” Rarity said comfortingly, “you’re smart, pretty, and the best friend a girl could ask for!”

“I want to believe that,” Twilight said, “but their arguments were just so…convincing.”

“Darling, you have to ignore girls like that,” Rarity said, “they don’t know the first thing about fashion. They wear the exact same thing everyone else does simply because it’s trendy.”

“But I thought you liked trends?” Twilight asked.

“I’m trying to move away from that,” Rarity said, “I’ve come to realize that every individual girl has her own style. I appreciate that. There’s no need for everyone to go out dressed like redundant mannequins.”

“I guess you’re right,” Twilight said, “but still…is what I wear…I mean, is it…okay?”

Rarity rolled her eyes. These new girls had really gotten into Twilight’s mind. She’d never seen her friend so concerned with outward appearances. That isn’t to say that Twilight completely disregarded it. She always came to school very well put together. But, there were always much more important things to her. She loved her science experiments and books. Knowledge and exploration were paramount on her list of priorities. She cared for her friends and for her loved ones. But never before had she taken such a vested interest in the way she looked. Frankly, Rarity found it…disappointing. Twilight was such a breath of fresh air when it came to clothing. Now, it appeared that she wanted to be like everyone else.

“Darling, what you wear is fine.”

“But will it be approved by the fashion police?” Twilight asked, eyes begging for something more.

“Since when do you care about the so-called ‘fashion police?’” Rarity asked.

“Since I found out that this striped top makes me look like a doll from 1925!” Twilight cried.

“I sense that our dialogue is disintegrating,” Rarity said, “look, if you don’t believe me when I tell you that what you’re wearing is lovely, then try something new. Do something different. Be bold with your next wardrobe choice. Alright?”

“Oh, thank you, Rarity!” Twilight said, beaming, “thank you!”

Just don’t go overboard, Rarity added silently, knowing of Twilight’s proneness for neuroticism and quick judgment.

Monday morning soon arrived, and Rarity was still in her chipper mood. The sun had shone all weekend long, and the pretty girl saw it as an opportunity to tan on her roof. Her bikini was adequate for such an activity, but she preferred to go nude. After all, she was in a somewhat private location. Nobody could see her except the planes that flew thousands of feet overhead and, to them, she was just a tiny speck. Being naked in the warm sun filled her with delight. Feelings of grandiose happiness pulsed through her mind as she felt her body engross itself in the sun’s comforting rays. Once she’d finished, she checked her tan and found it to be a nice shade of gold.

She spent her weekend alternating between this, hanging out with her friends, and working on a new summer fashion line. The fun she and her companions had shopping, eating, and just hanging out was incomparable. In fact, she wouldn’t have been wrong if she’d ranked it as the best weekend ever. She arrived at school feeling full of confidence and love. Everything in the world was ticking perfectly. It was all falling in her direction and she adored it. But her generous nature would not allow her to be selfish. So, in her spare time, she’d crafted brand new hats for each of her friends. Distributing them at the educational institution would be a cinch.

“Oh, Twilight,” she called as she walked up to their lockers, “I have something for you!”

“Just a second!” Twilight called back.

Rarity took a moment and noted that Twilight’s feet were uncovered. There were absolutely no shoes or socks to be found. She stepped back and asked herself why Twilight would come to school in bare feet. Wouldn’t it hurt walking over stones and other sharp objects? But then, Rarity shook her head. It wasn’t her place to judge. If Twilight wanted to come to school this way, then she could. Principal Celestia might have some objections, but Rarity certainly didn’t. Twilight’s feet were Twilight’s feet. End of story.

Rarity snapped out of her reverie when she heard the locker door close. “Oh, good,” she said, looking down into her bag of hats, “Twi, I have…..AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The fashion lover’s mouth nearly fell to the floor. She’d never seen anything like it in her entire life. It was Twilight Sparkle…completely and utterly naked. Not a stitch of fabric touched the canvas of her skin. No chapeau coated her head. She didn’t even have her hair up in her signature ponytail. Her breasts peeked out from a beautiful chest area, topped with small, dark nipples. Her vagina was shaved all except for one tiny strip of purple pubic hair. Her stomach centered around a rather adorable bellybutton. Yes, it was simply Twilight…at her most basic.

“TWILIGHT!” Rarity shrieked, before stopping herself. “Just…I…”

“Well? What do you think?” Twilight asked.

Rarity didn’t say anything, but grabbed the naked girl and tossed her into the girl’s shower room. Conveniently enough, it was located right next to their lockers. Thankfully, nobody else was in there. It was still fifteen minutes before the first period began, and the gym class attendees could change very rapidly. So, Rarity found it to be the perfect spot to ask Twilight if she’d lost all sense of sanity.

“You…you’re naked!” The fashionista exclaimed, “stark fucking naked!”

“Yep!” Twilight chirped, “and I’ve never felt better! Thanks to you, Rarity, I can completely avoid those bullies now! See, I was thinking it over this weekend, and I thought I’d bring fashion to its logical conclusion. You told me to be bold in my next wardrobe choice. Well…what’s bolder than not wearing anything at all?”

“Twilight, I….I just don’t get it! You’re so clever, so brilliant, so…smart! How could you possibly dream of doing this?”

“Oh, come on, Rarity,” Twilight said, smiling in an odd way, “you can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to show off before.”

“The only times I’m naked are when I’m in the shower, sunbathing on my roof, or in my room. I certainly don’t go out in such a state IN PUBLIC! What’s Principal Celestia gonna say when she sees you like this?”

“Mm…Principal Celestia,” Twilight said, “ya know…I’m kinda hoping I get taken to the principal’s office. Maybe she’ll spank me!”

“Oh my god, darling,” Rarity said, “you’ve done more than ‘take fashion to its logical conclusion.’ You…you’re living out some kind of perverted sexual fantasy, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hmm!” Twilight proudly said, “and you know, I wouldn’t mind sleeping with a gem like yourself.”

“Are…are you coming out to me?” Rarity asked bluntly.

“No,” Twilight said, “I just happen to LOOOOOOOOOOVE experiments.”

“You’re sick in the head, Twilight!” Rarity barked, “you need help! I’m going for the principal!”

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Principal Celestia asked, an angry look on her face.

The two girls sitting in front of her looked at the floor uncomfortably. Rarity had gotten around Twilight and managed to call for Celestia’s help. The principal had rushed to the locker room where she found Twilight, still completely nude. She’d given her a towel to wear and then rapidly taken her back to the office. She was furious with her model student, but even in her anger, she did not want to embarrass her or Rarity. So, she invited the fashionista into her office as well to offer moral support for Twilight. Even so, things were still uncomfortable.

“Twilight, I asked you if you had anything to say for yourself,” Celestia repeated, “you know, I could expel you for this little charade.”

“Oh, please don’t do that, Principal!” Rarity begged, “I couldn’t live without my friend!”

“I understand the closeness of your bond,” Celestia said, “but school rules must be followed. For that matter, this goes beyond our realm and into the legal one. Twilight, I could call the police and have you arrested for indecent exposure! I mean, really. The very idea just…grates on my mind!”

“Haven’t you been thinking of me?” Twilight asked bluntly.

“Well, now, whatever do you mean by that?” Rarity asked.

“Yes, Twilight, what do you mean?” Celestia echoed.

“I’ve sent you notes,” Twilight said, “little pictures…and…certain…illustrations of sex positions.”

“Oh, so that was you?” Celestia asked, getting up from her desk and drawing down some blinds.

“Yes,” Twilight confessed, looking even more at the floor, “I…I’ve always wanted you, Principal Celestia. I want you to dominate me. I want you to punish me day and night!”

“Oh!” Celestia said, taken aback by Twilight’s sudden surge of sexuality, but continuing to draw blinds, “well, I…I can’t say that I reciprocate things. But if it’s a punishment you want…”

“Wait-wait-wait,” Rarity said, shooting to her feet, “you mean suspension or expulsion, right? Because surely you don’t mean-“

Rarity stopped short as Celestia reached into a locked part of her desk drawer. She pulled out a riding crop and slowly began taking her top off. She walked over to Rarity and slowly caressed her cheek. The fashionista wondered why she was being touched if Twilight had committed the crime. But at the same time…Celestia’s warm hand was amazing to feel. Her skin was so utterly soft and Rarity wondered just what she was hiding underneath all of her clothes. Celestia was agonizingly slow in removing her top, but when she did, the sight was breathtaking. Her bra cradled two magnificent boobs, showing off the feminine form that caused so many male students and faculty to secretly crave her.

“You wanna help me punish her?” She asked Rarity, kissing the fashionista’s cheek.

Rarity, caught up in the magnificent scent that wafted off her principal, slowly nodded. She then stood and allowed Celestia to remove her clothes. Her bejeweled and dazzling blue frock slowly came off, revealing a bra of the same color. Then, Celestia reached down to the purple skirt that coated the fashionista’s lady parts. Slowly, she undid the zipper, allowing the cloth to fall dramatically, leaving Rarity shivering in her lingerie.

“Mm…sexy,” Celestia remarked, lightly patting Rarity’s ass, “very sexy, indeed.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Rarity said, getting into the mood, “but…aren’t we supposed to be punishing Twilight?”

“We are, my dear, we are,” Celestia cooed, turning Rarity around and undoing the strap to her bra, “we’re simply doing it…by not doing it. Now, once your bra’s off, go over and tie Twilight’s hands to the chair.”

Celestia let Rarity’s undergarment fall, leaving behind two magnificent tits. They were the perfect size, topped with gorgeously dark nipples. In fact, it’s not an exaggeration to say that she and Twilight’s teats were the exact same color. Celestia bent around Rarity and gave each one a small bite, earning a yelp from her student. Then, she gave her the rope, spanked her, and Rarity did as she was told. Her heart pounded out of her chest as she maneuvered towards Twilight, involuntarily licking her lips. She bent down and tried to give Twilight some oral pleasure, but this earned her a swat with the riding crop.

“What did I say?!” Celestia asked sternly.

“Tie her up,” Rarity responded sheepishly.

“Well, then tie her the fuck up and get over here!”

Rarity couldn’t help but feel a jolt of pleasure at the idea that she’d be mating with her principal. So, she tied Twilight down. It was then that she got the gist of Celestia’s punishment method. Twilight wanted to be smacked, beaten, and abused. She got some kind of perverted enjoyment out of pain. So, Celestia was torturing her by tying her up and not allowing her any form of pleasure. It was really rather clever and Rarity was beginning to feel somewhat thrilled at being a part of it. She stepped away from Twilight and stood in front of Celestia. The principal didn’t say anything, but smacked her in the face and began to kiss her. The two made out furiously while Twilight tugged at her bindings, desperate for any kind of relief.

“OH! Please,” she begged, “I have to masturbate!”

“You don’t need to do anything, my dear,” Celestia growled, letting Rarity go and slipping down to her blue panties. “…except watch.”