> Secret Rites
>  by darf
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> Chapter 1
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                    The sack made it impossible to see. The material was cloth, not decadently soft, but not entirely rough and unpleasant either. It did a perfect job of keeping every bit of light from the eyes though. Trixie would have surely fallen if a set of hands hadn't been guiding her. Of course, she would have never put the bag on her own head in the first place, but given the circumstance of the situation, it was an understandable decision.
                    She did still make a point of grumbling occasionally through the muffling fabric.
                    "The Great and Powerful Trixie should not be forced to comply with such demeaning procedures. Your club should be grateful to have Trixie applying as a member in the first- Ow!"
                    Trixie would have raised a hand to the back of her head to rub the place where she had been struck if both her arms weren't bound behind her back.
                    "Is she always this obnoxious?"`                   
                    Trixie managed to hear the not so subtle whisper through the cloth around her head. She made a tactical decision to hold her tongue. Whether or not this treatment was warranted, she was going through it for a reason. She could always get her payback later, when her hands were untied - and after her admission, of course.
                    It felt like she had been walking for a long time. The sack had been donned at the back exit to the school, and from there, it was anyone's guess as to where exactly they were headed. Trixie had tried to keep track in her head, counting steps in either direction, but she'd lost count not long after beginning, and at one point her two guides stopped and spun her around in circles until she had lost all sense of orientation. It seemed like a bit much for entry into a student club. Though, this wasn't exactly a normal after school extra-curricular group. There were rumours. That, and the whole 'dark and shadowy figures in robes escorting you into the secret hideout with a sack over your head' procedure. Trixie wasn't sure what to expect, at this point. But, she knew that if there was something exciting going on behind the scenes for the school's most prodigious up-and-comers, she wanted in. A little humiliation was a small price to pay.
                    After walking long enough that her legs finally began to tire (which she complained about to its due, earning another smack on the back of the head), Trixie felt her guides stop, this time with an air of finality. One of them held her bound arms as she heard the second escort walk forward, her shoes crunching against the ground as she moved. It sounded like gravel. Through the muffling of her hood, Trixie heard a knock, then some mumbling. She couldn't make out the words, but they were followed shortly by the sound of a creaking hinge. A door had opened. Trixie felt the guide's hand on her arm below her elbow again, and she was dragged forward.
                    Finally.
                    Trixie was dragged forward by her arms for another minute before the two girls (she assumed they were girls, unless the shadowy organization was outsourcing its thugs) threw her forward roughly. The ground was solid at least as she landed. It felt like wood, and her knees scraped on it under her clothes as she landed. This whole process was needlessly irritating. Couldn't they just have the initiation and be done with it? Showing an unusual display of better judgement, Trixie restrained herself from complaining.
                    "Here's the new applicant," one of the guards said simply. Even though her voice was blurry in Trixie's ears through the fabric around her head, the tone sounded slightly familiar. No one she could place, but certainly someone she had heard before.
                    "Very good. You ensured you weren't followed?"
                    The second voice did not sound familiar. It was distorted by something... a filter, or a mask.
                    "Of course."
                    "You may leave while the... interview is in process."
                    "Thank you Mistress."
                    Hm. Trixie hadn't been expecting that kind of subservience. Maybe there was more to this club than a place for students to hang out and pretend to be important.
                    The sound of footsteps on wood was followed by silence. Trixie was uneasy. She had no idea where she was, and had just been left in a room with at least one person she was unfamiliar with - there could have been more, if they were silent. At least the girls who had met her outside of school had seemed accommodating, if strangely dressed. Now she was Celestia only knows where, kneeling on the ground in front of someone who had just been called 'Mistress'. Trixie swallowed loudly. Her mouth was dry.
                    "So, you wish to join our organization?"
                    She wanted to place that voice, but it still didn't sound familiar. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
                    "Yes, that is correct."
                    Trixie heard a hushed whisper, followed by several seconds of silence. The voice was dark and deep when it spoke, like a shadowy overlord dictating from a throne.
                    "Tell us why."
                    Us. There was more than one then.
                    "I... Trixie has heard good things - about your group, that is. Trixie has heard that this organization was the most private and powerful in school, fit only for the most outstanding of applicants - which makes Trixie more than qualified."
                    More whispering. Trixie's ears strained, trying to make out more than hushed sounds through her hood. She thought she heard a quiet laugh.
                    "And what exactly makes you worthy admission?"
                    "The Great and Powerful Trixie is the most talented student of magic in the entire academy!" Despite being bound and partially gagged on the wooden floor of a secret clubhouse, begging for entrance to an organization of unknown peers, Trixie's voice was as loud and boisterous as it had ever been. Her self-confidence was the one aspect of her personality that had never been lacking.
                    "Is that so?"
                    "Yes! Trixie is twice the magician of anyone at this school!"
                    The voice convened again with its unseen consult. There was some noticeable snickering this time. Trixie could feel herself growing red. Though she had started out with a tiny dose of restraint, she now wanted nothing more than to rip off the ropes around her wrists and dose the stupid dolts in front of her in her most powerful spells. She restrained herself for now though - mostly because despite her frustration, Trixie wasn't remotely capable of tearing through rope an inch thick. After a moment of relative silence, the voice finally responded.
                    "Very well. There's only one way to judge a claim of that magnitude... so let's see what you're capable of, oh Great and Powerful Trixie."
                    Trixie breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the uncomfortable tight rope slip off her wrists. She didn't feel a set of fingers, which meant the bonds had been undone by magic. Not that simple prestidigitation was something to be impressed by - Trixie simply made a mental note that her admissions committee was at least passably competent. Trixie stood to her feet and stretched her arms at her sides before raising them to her head, and loosening the rope of the hood tied over her head. She pulled it off with a flourish, revealing her satisfied smirk and locks of silver hair to her audience. For the first time, she saw the room in front of her.
                    It was dimly lit, with only a host of small flickering candles surrounding the perimeter providing brightness. The floor was a stained red brick along with the walls. There was a long rectangular table at the rooms end, with three ornate wooden chairs on the other side. Trixie couldn't make out the carvings from this far away.
                    Oh, and there were two robed figures standing in front of her.
                    Trixie couldn't see their faces. Their robes were hooded, and the hoods were pulled high on their heads. Despite the periphery of candles surrounding her, the light seemed to stop at the hem of the hoods. The two figures were average height, certainly not distinct enough for Trixie to hazard a guess at who they might be, and whatever distinguishing frames or features they might have possessed were hidden underneath their outfits, a finely woven mish-mash of brown, black, and dark red with arcane symbols stitched along the sleeves.
                    Trixie swallowed again. Despite her bravado, she wasn’t immune to the occasional bout of nervousness. Still, here she was, and she had been asked to demonstrate her prowess. Taking a deep breath, Trixie raised her hands in front of her body.
                    Blue sparks gathered at her fingertips immediately, sizzling against the air as they collected. Trixie raised one of her hands above her head, and the small spattering of sparks ignited into a full blown firework, bursting out in blue and silver streams all around the room. The two hooded figures looked on in silence.
                    Trixie swirled her other hand in front of her face, and a faded image appeared in electric blue lines; a panther, or some other kind of large cat. The apparition danced and jumped in the air, pacing inside an invisible cage before finally exploding into a shower of sparks that cascaded onto the ground.  Trixie lowered her arm with her palm facing towards the ground, and the sparks rose up again, this time in the form of a wolf, which lifted its head and bayed silently at an unseen moon. With a swish, the wolf vanished. Trixie brought her hands together and held them several inches apart, cupping them around the air like a sphere. The blue energy in her hands gathered, bright enough that illuminated the farthest corners of the shadowy room. The two figures turned their heads to avoid the glare as the brightness grew to unbearable levels. Trixie closed her own eyes and flung her palms outwards, the sparks turning into spinning wheels of blue fire that zoomed forward. Neither of the figures had time to react - but the fire wheels arced and circled around them harmlessly, avoiding their bodies with perfect precision. Trixie waved her hand, and the fiery blue sparks vanished. Smirking smugly, she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
                    The two hooded judges shared a glance. Trixie grinned.
                    "Did Trixie's performance adequately display her greatness?" Trixie asked, her voice brimming with smugness. Neither of the figures spoke for a moment. Then, silently, one of them raised a robed hand, holding their palm forward.
                    With a start, the ground Trixie floated up from the ground. The reassuring solid stone underneath her feet was replaced with air, and her equilibrium vanished as an invisible threw her sideways, floating her on to her back in mid-air.
                   "What on Earth - cease this foolishness immediately!" Trixie's voice screeched against the walls of the small enclave. She threw her hand out, collecting a ball of blue fire at her fingertips. The figures said nothing, simply keeping their hand outward, their sleeve glowing with the magic of their levitation. Trixie glared, and threw her spell forward.
                    The blue sparks and fire bounced harmlessly off the figure's robe, scattering into the air and vanished.
                    Trixie struggled against her invisible bonds, thrashing in the air helplessly and glaring daggers at the figure holding her aloft.
                    "Put Trixie down immediately! Is this how you treat all of your most talented applicants?"
                    "A talented applicant would be able to do more than conjure harmless fireworks. We value a different kind of talent here."
                    Trixie felt just the smallest bit of familiarity creeping through the voice's masking filter. Where had she heard it before?
                    Abruptly, the robed administrator lowered their hand. The glow faded from the air, as well as Trixie's body, and the ground came up to meet her as gravity returned. The stone hit softer than she had expected, but it still winded her slightly. She landed face down, bracing herself against the impact with her palms outstretched to the stone.
                    Trixie took a second to collect her breath. Her mind was a jumble of incoherent fury, and just the slightest hint of apprehension. She was no slouch in her studies, and her grasp of magic, while fanciful in nature, was prodigious. If her best display had prompted only laughs - should she be worried?
                    There where whispers behind her. The voices were sounding more normal any second, the kind she might expect from girls in her class. After bracing herself, Trixie stood upright, and turned to face the two shadowy figures. Both of them had raised their hands to their hoods, and they pulled them back as Trixie turned. Her mouth fell open in shock.
                    "Twilight Sparkle? Rarity? What in the name of Equestria are the two of you doing-"
                    "-organizing the most fabulously exclusive secret council in student history? Why, I think the answer to that should be obvious, should it not?" Rarity's accented demeanour was irreproducible. She grinned at Trixie, and prodded the frames of her glasses up the bridge of her nose with one hand. "It should be only obvious after all... I'd hardly expect anyone else to be able to design such delightful outfits."
                    For one of the only times Trixie could remember, she was speechless. Twilight laughed loudly at the display of astonishment. Her hair flipped as she turned her head in mirth, cascading down the side of her face in a mix of pinks and purples.
                    "Don't look so shocked, Trixie," she began, walking across the stone floor to the bewildered applicant. "It only makes sense that the two best students would be the ones in charge of our extracurricular Illuminati."
                    "Best students? The Great and Powerful Trixie is twice the magic user of either of you!"
                    Twilight and Rarity smiled together.
                    "Is that so?" said Twilight, walking slowly in Trixie's direction. There was only a foot or two separating them. Despite Trixie's obvious frustration, the two girls had a look in their eyes that twinkled against the flickers of candles on the walls.
                    "I must say, neither of us was particularly impressed by your... display. Such paltry party tricks... I can't even imagine how you thought you might impress us."
                    Trixie fumed. She clenched her hands into fists at her side, seeing red. She had put up with this ludicrous entrance process until this point, wasting a display of her prowess on the two ungrateful judges - and now they were taunting her, suggesting that either of them was half the mage she was. It was, frankly, too much to put up with.
                    "Give Trixie a task to display her prowess and she will gladly put either of you to shame! Trixie doesn't even remember why she wanted in your stupid club in the first place."
                    "You want in our club the same reason EVERYONE wants in our club," Twilight answered, her voice dripping with a hint of unusual smugness. "This is a group for only the best and most talented students in the school to work their hand at moving things around behind the scenes... to an extent, anyway." Twilight waved her hand in the air effusively. She didn't mean to imply that operation of a secret government was dictating every happenstance on campus - merely that they simply had a part in influencing the course of events that took place there.                              Trixie saw the appeal - but the heart of the matter is that she wanted in simply to say that she was qualified. To show everyone else how exceptionally amazing she was.
                    "Your fireworks were... nice," Rarity said, not attempting to mask her insincerity. "But we require mastery of a more specific... and dare I say 'useful' school of incantations."
                    "Like covering brown burlap sacks in gold and gems?" Trixie countered. Rarity didn't flinch for a moment, but she adjusted her glasses with a bat of her eyelashes.
                    "My my my, so hostile... and this is supposed to convince us to accept your application?"
                    Trixie glowered. Twilight tilted her head towards the still smoldering magician, showing the slightest bit of sympathy in her sparkling eyes.
                    "Rarity is right, Trixie... we do have a specialization in magic that's a little more practical. It's not that we don't think you're not... talented. We're just not convinced you'd be an asset to our organization."
                    "Then tell Trixie whatever it is you feel is a sufficient display of her talents so that she can amaze you with her mastery of magic!"
                    Twilight and Rarity shared a glance. A hidden understanding passed between their eyes. Without speaking, the slightest blush began to creep across Twilight's cheeks. She turned her face to the side, staring at the small array of flickering candles on the wall.
                    "Well... there is the latter half of our entrance exam. Normally we require our interested parties to display a certain amount of promise during their initial screening, but... your display of enthusiasm might convince us to reconsider."
                    "Trixie is confident she's more than qualified to pass the second half of your exam!" Trixie turned her face to Twilight, who was still blushing and averting her gaze. The behaviour was puzzling. Rarity took the chance to speak up again, adjusting her glass and leaning towards Twilight.
                    "Twilight, would you object to moving on to the more rigorous section of our applicant examination?"
                    "I..." Twilight stammered, having obvious difficult forming her answer. Rarity smiled, and wrapped one of her arms around Twilight's shoulders, pulling her close and leaning down, whispering with her mouth just next to Twilight's ear. Trixie strained herself forward in an attempt to hear the hushed missives passing between the two robed girls, but she couldn't manage to make out the words.
                    "You needn't be coy, Twilight... I'm well aware of how hopeful you were that miss Trixie might reach the more intimate section of our screening process." Twilight's face glowed even redder, and she let out a small squeak. As Rarity spoke, she ran her hand along Twilight's shoulder, stroking it softly.
                    "Rarity," Twilight hissed, keeping her voice low and out of Trixie's hearing range. "I didn't... I mean, that's not necessarily true-"
                    "You did tell me you'd been admiring her... great and powerful figure from afar for some time, didn't you?""
                    Twilight tucked her head towards her chest, and nodded concisely. Rarity smiled.
                    "Then let's at least have some fun before we shove her out the door, hmm?"
                    Twilight bobbed her head once. Rarity removed her arm from around Twilight's upper body, tracing it languidly along the small of her back as she moved back towards Trixie, who was tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.
                    "Well?"
                    "We seem to have reached an agreement that due to your /spectacular/ display of enthusiasm, we'll be permitting you to move along to the second part of our delightful screening process."
                    Trixie blew a breath from her nose and crossed her arms in front of her (ample) chest.
                    "Trixie isn't surprised."
                    "Mmm, yes, indeed." Rarity shifted her eyes to Twilight, who's blushing had calmed to a light glow. She adjusted the hem of her robe, and cleared her throat loudly.
                    "Something you should, um, probably know about the way our organization works..." Twilight trailed off as she stepped forward, making her way a foot to Trixie's right. Rarity did the same on the opposite side, the two of them standing just a little more than an arm's length away from Trixie. Trixie turned her head to Twilight as she spoke, raising an eyebrow at her obvious embarrassment.
                    "We, uh... we're founded on a student foundation with a very storied history... one that started at this very school. And, um... in accordance with that group's original beliefs, and as well as our own member's... proclivities... there are certain considerations that have to be made, um. In regards to membership."
                    "Will you just spit it out already? Trixie has no patience for beating around the bush."
                    Rarity smirked.
                    "Of course, dear. We'd be delighted to show you exactly what we mean."
                    The blow of magic struck out of nowhere, hurtling Trixie off her feet and onto the stone below. It wasn't particularly forceful, but it was very insistent. Trixie's immediate reaction was to attempt a spell of her own, but her limbs didn't move - they were pinned to the ground, along with the rest of her.
                    Trixie opened her mouth to protest, but it zipped closed as soon as the thought entered her mind. As hard as she tried, she couldn't speak through the magical restraints. Her eyes were her own to move though, and a glance shifted downward revealed a bashful looking Twilight with her hands held out. Instead of a proper shout, Trixie grunted through her closed mouth, struggling as best she could, which meant a movement of an inch in either direction as she fought to turn her body.
'                   "Now now, there's no need to be so contentious. This is all part of the process, after all. We need to see if you're a suitable candidate under the terms of our usual qualifications." Rarity's voice was sultry velvet, despite the worrisome nature of the situation in Trixie's mind. She stared invisible fire from her eyes as Rarity approached, kneeling next to her on the floor. Another frustrated scream fought to escape her lips as Rarity's hand pressed lightly on her stomach through her periwinkle blue shirt.
                    "This whole process will go much smoother if you try to show some of that enthusiasm from earlier, dear." Rarity traced her hand over Trixie's stomach as she spoke, guiding her fingers in gentle circles that made Trixie inhale reflexively. Rarity's eyes glimmered behind the lenses of her red spectacles. Trixie glanced down, and saw Twilight still standing a foot away, her own eyes locked on the floor.
                    Rarity traced several more soft circles against Trixie's slender stomach before gliding her hand upwards along the fabric of Trixie's shirt. Her finger tips danced lightly as they moved, following the blue material as it arched out from Trixie's body, covering her sizable pair of breasts. Rarity paused with her hand between Trixie's cleavage and smiled. Her hand traced back down Trixie's shirt - but this time, where her finger met the fabric, a softly glowing line showed the path of her movement - and when she lifted her hand away at the bottom of Trixie's shirt just above her exposed navel, the glow faded. Trixie's shirt split cleanly along the middle where Rarity's finger had traced, and either side fell, exposing Trixie's bare skin and the pastelle blue bra covering her breasts. Trixie's muffled protest went unheeded.
                    Rarity raised her hands to the two sides of Trixie's torn shirt and pulled them away, completely revealing her naked stomach and chest. She placed her palms on the underside of Trixie's breasts, cupping underneath them and squeezing softly. The giant mounds of flesh were soft even though the fabric of Trixie's braw, and Rarity pressed her palms against them several times, smiling as she took in the size through her most direct form of perception. Trixie grunted and clenched her eyes shut.
                    "I can see you are indeed eminently talented, dear. Of course, for the purposes of our entrance exam, we will need a closer inspection." Rarity slid her finger along the joining section of the bra between Trixie's breasts, and the fabric glowed before falling apart, just as her shirt had done. Rarity lifted to the two cups away delicately, giving both her and Twilight their first sight of Trixie's fully exposed tits. Twilight let out soft gasp as she saw them.
                    "Mmm, very nice..." Rarity murmured as she placed her palms against Trixie's ample bosoms. She pressed her hands down, and felt Trixie's nipples against her skin. The way they stood up against her touch was indication enough that despite Trixie's reluctance, she couldn't help but feel some sort of excitement in response to Rarity's touch. Of course, Rarity did have that effect on people - and something in the back of her mind told her that despite all her bravado and self-importance, there was at least some small part of Trixie that was enjoying this more than she wanted to.
                    Rarity squeezed Trixie's luscious pair of breasts in her palms, kneading them with a perfect mix of gentle affection and firmness. Trixie groaned against her closed lips; Rarity thought she heard a hint of something more enthusiastic in what should have been a cry of protest. While she squeezed Trixie's left breast, Rarity lifted her right hand up, and took Trixie's nipple between her fingers, rubbing it on either side. Trixie's stomach rose and fell rapidly as her breathing quickened.
                    Rarity turned her head to Twilight.
                    "Twilight, it's very important we both judge the qualifications of our new applicant. Do come over, won't you?"
                    Trixie hadn't been able to pay attention to Twilight while she was under the subject of Rarity's attention - seeing her now, she would have gasped if she could have moved her mouth.
                    Twilight had disrobed during Trixie's own undressing process - she was standing barefoot next to Trixie now, clothed only in a lilac set of underwear and bra. Her panties were plain and simple, small but enough to cover what needed to be covered. Her bra was nothing more exceptional, doing its job of holding up her modest breasts nicely. The comparison between her cup size and Trixie's was staunch - Twilight was a large B at best, while Trixie was straddling the line on the way to earning her second D. Twilight rubbed a hand on her own shoulder nervously as she kneeled next to Trixie, who's eyes were locked on the suddenly timid almost naked figure by her side.
                    "You look lovely as always, Twilight."
                    Twilight murmured what might have been a quiet thank you, staring intently at the floor. Despite the magical aptitude that had given her a reputation throughout the school, Twilight seemed practically meek. Rarity was the one in control of the situation, though more directly it was Twilight's magic holding Trixie down.
                    "And what do you think of our potential candidate? Does she seem suitable for membership?"
                    "She's, um... very pretty."
                    Trixie coughed loudly in her throat. It wasn't the evaluation she was expecting.
                    "Yes, very pretty indeed. Would you care to be more specific? What about-" Rarity took Twilight's hands in her own and guided them gently to Trixie's breasts. "-here?" Trixie drew a sharp intake of breath as Rarity pushed Twilight's hands against her skin. Twilight let out a cross between a soft moan and a sigh as her fingers curled naturally over the soft globes, pressing her palms into Trixie's erect nipples. Trixie bit down hard on the inside of her cheeks, stifling a moan before it could surface.
                    "Her breasts are, um, very nice..." Twilight's voice was almost a whisper, a far throw from the confident and commanding tone she had used during Trixie's magic display. Rarity was still holding her hands, pressing them forward into Trixie's tits, squeezing them in Twilight's fingers and rubbing them in circles.
                    "And the rest of her?" Rarity took Twilight's right hand and lifted it up, lowering it to the underside of Trixie's breast and slowly guiding it down the soft pale skin of Trixie's stomach. Trixie felt her hairs stand on end as Twilight's nervous touch trailed down her body, guided by Rarity.
                    "She's very soft," Twilight squeaked. Rarity nodded knowingly, guiding Twilight's hand along in gentle traces. Twilight's other palm was still pressed into Trixie's breast, kneading and squeezing on her own, taking as much as she could in her grasp, which wasn't even half.
                    Trixie jumped inside her skin as she felt the Twilight's fingertips on her waist just above the belt-loops of her jeans. Rarity was still in control of Twilight's hand motion, and she slid Twilight’s hand back and forth, airily touching against Trixie's hips, and gliding back up below her navel.
                    "Shall we proceed with the rest of the examination?"
                    Twilight nodded, embarrassed. Rarity simply smiled back at her.
                    Trixie felt another invisible force against her body, lifting her hind legs up from the constraint of Twilight's binding. At the same time, she felt the button on her jeans slide undone, followed by the telltale hiss of her zipper lowering. She struggled with every ounce of her muscles to kick or protest, but her legs were locked firmly without movement. She could only watch as her jeans slid down her legs, leaving her top half almost completely naked, and her bottom half only in the pair of matching underwear she had chosen for the day. Rarity eyed them for a moment, catching sight of the letters emblazoned on the front; GPT. She made no effort to hide a snicker, and then slid them down as well. Trixie drew a sharp breath, feeling the cold stone against her bare ass as she was lowered to the ground.
                    Twilight had both her hands under her own direction now, and she placed them hesitantly on Trixie's hips, gliding her palms over the shapely body underneath her touch. Trixie was still breathing heavily, but her grunts of protest had ceased. Her eyes were following Twilight as she slid her palms over Trixie's skin. Her touch started at the sides of Trixie's waist, but moved inward hesitantly, dancing ever so lightly along Trixie's supple skin. Trixie felt a shiver run up her spine as Twilight's hands touched the inside of her thighs, sliding down her legs slowly. Twilight's touch was so gentle it was almost maddening, with none of the confidence of Rarity's insistent caress. Twilight ran her hands up the inside of Trixie's legs several times, causing a stilted shiver every time her fingertips neared the height of their arc. Despite herself, Trixie found her brain urging her hips upwards, though they remained in place due to Twilight's magical restraints.
                   Rarity cleared her throat loudly, causing Twilight's hands to jump up from the slender thighs she had been caressing.
                    "Really, Twilight, there's no need to restrain yourself, or we'll be here all day. Just pretend it's the two us, hmm?"
                    Twilight beamed bright red, prompting Rarity to sigh again loudly. She leaned her body against Twilight's, and whispered something into her ear that again Trixie couldn't make out. She could see a change in Twilight's demeanour almost immediately, though. Where her eyes had been timid and bashful with every touch, they sparkled now, with a hunger burning inside. With a soft hum, Trixie felt the pressure on her jaw release. She could move her mouth again.
                    She parted her lips, not sure in what form to best voice her feelings on the situation. Before any kind of shout could form, however, she felt herself muffled again - this time by Twilight's mouth, pressed against hers.
                    Trixie's eyes widened and then fell closed by instinct as Twilight moaned into her mouth. Twilight's kiss exuded unabashed inexperience, but she was enthusiastic, pressing her body against Trixie's shoulder and chest as she slid her tongue into Trixie's mouth. A bright lilac glow flashed across the room, and Twilight's bra slid off her back, falling to the floor followed quickly by her underwear as she momentarily adjusted her posture. She pulled her face back for just a moment before diving in for another kiss, this time rubbing herself into Trixie's naked upper body. Their breasts pressed together, and the moan Trixie had been debating finally escaped as Twilight's softness met Trixie's yielding flesh.
                    Mid-way through the second kiss, Twilight's hand flew downward. There was no foreplay this time, or any gentleness. Twilight's fingers slid between Trixie's legs, and pressed between her lips - which, Trixie noted as she gasped against Twilight's mouth - were soaking wet.
                    As Trixie's body willed her hips upward against Twilight's hand, she noticed she could move again, though the return for effort was minimal; Twilight's bonds had loosened, if not vanished completely.
                    Twilight's fingers danced over Trixie's wetness, sliding between her moist labia and slipping occasionally over her clit, which drew a muffled moan drowned in Twilight's tongue. Twilight's pressed her palm against the top of Trixie's mound several times, prompting Trixie to arch her back in response. Finally, as a devilish thought in the back of Trixie's mind reminded her that begging was an option, Twilight placed two fingers on Trixie's clit and pressed down, rubbing in small circles. Trixie practically screamed, and Twilight's moan met her cry, the two of them kissing passionately as Twilight's hand worked.
                    A small 'ahem' brought Trixie's eyes open. Twilight pulled her mouth away, turning her head to meet Rarity, who had tapped her on the shoulder.
                    "Time for the final portion of the exam then, dear?"
                    Twilight nodded.
                    Rarity was naked, kneeling on the ground just behind Twilight. Her glasses were still affixed on the bridge of her nose, the only clothing left on her body. Her skin was a soft pearly white, shimmering in the candlelight brighter than either of the two bodies beside her. Her breasts were a healthy medium between Twilight and Trixie's, more shapely but not quite as pert as Twilight's smaller cups, and well-formed but not anywhere near the handful of Trixie's double-D's.
                    Trixie's thoughts were jumbled. She gone though such a mix of scenarios and emotions in the last hour that she wasn't sure how to respond to the situation at hand - and Twilight's fingers were still on her clit, making it very hard for her to think about getting up.
                    "This is a portion of our application process we use only with our most gifted potential members. If all goes well, we'll be happy to welcome you into the group."
                    "Um," began Twilight, raising her hand away from Twilight's body. She was still blushing. Trixie drunk in the sight of her naked body as she stammered through the beginning of her sentence. "Don't be worried. It might seem a bit strange, but Rarity-"
                    "-this is rather my field of expertise, dear, so don't fret for a moment. Just relax and stay enthusiastic."
                    Trixie didn't have time to consider what she might have gotten herself into. The familiar invisible pressure of magic enveloped her body, forcing her against the ground. This pressure felt different though. It was more forceful, pushing against her skin, sending tingles along her entire body. It was stronger in places too. Trixie felt a warm pressure between her legs, grinding uncomfortably against her entrance.
                    "This may hurt just a teensy bit," Rarity said.
                    The hot white fire coursing through her bones forced Trixie's eyes closed. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was bound again, leaving her only to groan as loud as she could through her closed lips. The force between her legs was unbearable; it felt like it was tearing at her skin, pulling her inside out. She could feel tears starting her in her eyes.
                    But just as soon as it had started, it was over. The smothering pressure on her body faded, and Trixie relaxed her muscles, letting her limbs rest against the floor. Her skin was still tingling, most of all where the pressure had been the strongest. She took several deep breaths in an attempt to collect herself. Twilight's gasp made her open her eyes. Wearily, she leaned her head forward to get a look at the two girls beside her.
                    "A lovely job, if I do say so myself," Rarity declared. Twilight's hands were on her mouth, and her face was bright red. Trixie followed the path of their eyes, towards her own body, between her legs, where she felt very strange. She looked down. A half-hard cock stood proudly to meet her gaze.
                    Her scream would have thrown the candles from the walls if it could escape through her locked together mouth. Twilight's hands were on her shoulders in an instant, pressing her against the stone.
                    "It's okay! It's fine!" Twilight said through Trixie's muffled cries. "It's only temporary, really, just calm down..."
                    Trixie struggled helplessly against her magic bonds. The feeling of replacement, of something being attached to her body where it hadn't been before - it was incredibly strange, and a little frightening. Trixie looked down towards the new growth, standing at half-mast. It looked thick and sizable - that at least was a relief. Trixie didn't want to think that she'd be anything less than well endowed.
                    Suddenly, Trixie felt a hand. There. It was touching her, somewhere that there hadn't been touch before. Her mind was still reeling from the implications of the piece of meat between her legs - but now, her thoughts were jarred with a sudden onset shock. The touch felt /good/.
                    As Twilight held her back, apparently abandoning magic in favour of a more pacifying restraint, Rarity pressed her palm into Trixie's still limp shaft, taking the whole length between her fingers. She made a sound with her tongue, signalling her approval.
                    Trixie wanted to shout again, but something kept her from it. Rarity's touch was as soft and alluring as it had ever been, but now it was somewhere Trixie found almost unbearably sensitive. When Twilight's hand had stroked her clit earlier, she had moaned, and felt a warmth of pleasure coursing through her body - now that warmth had ignited into a full blown fire. All of Trixie's sensitivity was focused in her newly acquired member, and Rarity was stroking it gently, coaxing it to full size. As the initial transformation had gone, the transition from soft to hard didn't take long either. Trixie stared in bewilderment as her shaft lengthened, growing in Rarity's hand until it stood tall, now much larger than the girlish set of fingers wrapped around it. With some guesswork, Trixie figured herself to be about six or seven inches, and thick enough around to give Rarity a decent handful.
                    To that end, Rarity showed no restraint in her affection to Trixie's freshly acquired cock. She slid her fingers up the underside of the shaft, teasing them over the head in circles before wrapping her hand around properly and stroking the whole shaft in a long, tender motion. Against every impulse in the back of her head telling her to protest, Trixie caught herself letting out a low moan. Twilight smiled at her, and released her grip on Trixie's shoulders.
                    "It does feel really good, doesn't it?" Twilight's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. Trixie wasn't sure how to respond, and another caress from Rarity's hand to the base of her shaft caught her in a moan again. Twilight looked down to her friend's ministrations on Trixie's sizable member, and bit her lower lip, cupping one of her own breasts absent-mindedly as she watched. Rarity continued her stroking in a to the point manner, cupping her palm against the underside of Trixie's base and running her fingers along the head when her strokes reached their peak. She over the tops of her glasses to find Twilight distractedly tweaking her own nipple, and running her other hand over Trixie's bare chest.
                    "Twilight, dear, would you like a turn?"
                    Twilight didn't bother to compose a response. She nodded, and Rarity withdrew her hand, followed by a pained sounding groan from Trixie. The response was involuntary - she couldn't manage the level of pleasure coursing through her body from a single source. It was leaps and bounds beyond anything she'd ever felt with her... 'proper' equipment. If having your dick touched felt so amazing, she could see why boys were always so interested in it.
                    After only a second to consider the machinations of pleasure in either gender, Trixie's mind blurred with the feeling of another hand wrapped around her cock. Twilight's touch was smaller, and much more enthusiastic, though lacking the cultured sophistication that oozed from every second of Rarity's distinguished caress. Trixie didn't make a separation in her mind - both girls hands had felt amazing, and the way Twilight went unabashedly into an eager up and down on Trixie's engorged rod had Trixie solely focused on the waves of pleasure running through her body from between her legs.
                    Twilight let out a cross between a sigh and a soft moan as she ran her hand along Trixie's shaft. Her movement was faster than Rarity's had been, bouncing up and down with an obscene smacking sound as she stroked the full length of Trixie's cock. The way the flesh felt in her hand made her body feel warm - just touching it was making her wet. She didn't want to stop. Or, she wanted more...
                    Grasping the cock firmly in her palm, Twilight leaned forward. Trixie gasped as she felt the hot, short breaths against her skin. Her cock was painfully hard, twitching in Twilight's hand as she wrapped her fingers around tight. Twilight's breath started on the insides of her thighs and moved up, along the soft skin of her body, until she felt it on the base of her cock - and lower than that too. Of course, Trixie hadn't considered - if she had a cock, surely she must have the auxiliary accessories as well. The thought made her cock twitch again, hard, and a tiny dribble of pre-cum leaked out of the head just as Twilight's mouth hovered over it. Twilight licked her lips at her subconscious direction, and leaned in even closer, giving an experimental lap to the freshly lubricated tip of Trixie's head.
                    "Mmnh!" Trixie moaned into her mouth, even though the way her jaw moved told her that her lips were free to open now. She arched her hips up of their own accord at Twilight's touch, which prompted her to pull her face away ever so slightly. Twilight giggled, and leaned close again. She gave another tiny lick to Trixie's head, drawing out another anguished moan. It was like Twilight's touch before, amplified a hundred times. Her thoughts were clouded, cut with a beam of focus on one thing; she wanted more.
                    Twilight wasn't oblivious to the insistence in Trixie's sounds. She lapped around the tip of her penis several times, paying particular attention to the shaft on the underside of the head, which drew another single voice chorus of pleasure from Trixie's mouth. After one final lick around the circumference, Twilight parted her lips, and took Trixie's head inside her mouth.
                    The sound Trixie made was impossible to express in words, somewhere between a guttural cry and an insistent plea, mixed together in a single, earth-shaking scream. Rarity, taken aback at the sudden volume, did a double take. She cast an almost motherly eye in Twilight's direction, who had only been encouraged by Trixie's response. She had taken the first half inside her mouth, and was just now lifting her head up, leaving a trail of saliva along her movement. Trixie's fingernails were scraping into the stone floor, and her hips were arching as best they could under the vestiges of magical restraint, forcing her lower half upward, begging as much as she could for more without the use of her words. Twilight hesitated for only a second, and then dived back down, gulping in as much of Trixie's length as she could manage. The feeling of the hard shaft between her lips sent a pang of pleasure between her legs, and she clenched them together, moaning onto Trixie's cock as she swallowed as much as she could fit.
                    Rarity took assessment of the situation. Despite her attempt at restraint, watching Twilight's blowjob and Trixie's enthusiastic response had gotten her hotter than she'd imagined it might. Watching wasn't what she wanted. She stood from the floor and stepped over Trixie, kneeling down on the side of her opposite Twilight, who was still thoroughly engaged in bobbing her head on Trixie's shaft. Rarity gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder, and Twilight opened her eyes after a second, looking in Rarity's direction with her mouth completely full of Trixie's cock.
                    "If you don't mind, Twilight... part of the entrance exam involves assessment by both of us, after all."
                    Twilight looked disappointed, but pulled her head up, letting Trixie's head spring free from her mouth with a pop. The entire shaft was coated in her spit, making it glimmer in the light from the nearby candles. Rarity smiled, and leaned down, but paused before making contact with Trixie's eagerly bobbing erection.
                    "Now, dear, I didn't say you should stop - I simply meant that the both of us should proceed with the examination together."
                    Twilight blinked. Rarity had extended her tongue, and was licking up one side of Trixie's shaft, her eyes locked on Twilight as she lifted her head up and down. Twilight felt another jolt of sudden heat between her legs. She lowered her head to Trixie's other side, and tried her best to mimic Rarity's motion, licking up and down, bobbing her tongue over the head and sliding all the way down to the base.
                    "Ohhh, Goddess..." Trixie blurted. She was too overcome with pleasure to open her eyes, simply letting them roll back in her head as she rolled it back against the stone. The feeling of just Twilight's mouth on her cock had been an ecstasy she'd never dreamed of, but the thought of both girls tending to her aching hard-on was almost too much to bear. She didn't know anything that felt this good could exist.
                    After a minute, Rarity's tongue motions became a little more adventurous. She pressed her mouth against Trixie's shaft, taking the skin between her lips and humming softly. Instead of pausing at the base, she went lower, sliding her lips past the bottom of Trixie's shaft and onto the unexplored pair of testicles hanging below. She licked at the skin gently for a moment before opening her mouth wider, taking one of Trixie's balls in her mouth. Twilight, who'd been watching the entire time, followed suit, teasing with her tongue for a moment before taking the other of Trixie's testicles between her lips and moaning as she felt it in her mouth.
                    Trixie was delirious. She hadn't had a pair of balls an hour ago, and now she never wanted to give them up. Two sets of lips wrapped around them was the greatest thing she could imagine - she had died and ascended to Equestrian heaven, and this was the afterlife.
                    Her visit didn't last forever though. After a moment of sucking gently, Rarity let Trixie's testicle out of her mouth, and raised her hands, placing one on either side of Twilight's face. Twilight opened her mouth and eyes to find Rarity staring at her, and before she could inquire, Rarity pulled her face forward, pressing their lips together.
                    Twilight moaned loudly as Rarity kissed her. Rarity's tongue was silken velvet, gliding into her mouth and caressing her own tongue. Twilight felt Rarity's hands move to the back of her head and begin running fingers through her hair. The kiss, like the attention to Trixie, was hot, and passionate, and stole Twilight's breath away.
                    Rarity held the kiss a while, meeting Twilight's moans with her own. Trixie, noticing the absence of attention to herself, had finally opened her eyes, only to find the two girls pressing their lips together, the two of them straining their bodies with arousal as they did so. When Rarity pulled away, both parties were panting, and Trixie joined them, acutely aware of how hard she was, and how close she was to two naked girls who had been running their mouths over her shaft just a moment ago. Rarity and Twilight shared a glance, and a nod, and both stood up. Trixie almost opened her mouth to protest, but Rarity was there before she could manage a sound, sharing the taste of Twilight's saliva with her in a passionate kiss. Trixie closed her eyes and moaned. Her eyes shot open when she felt something on her cock again - a blazingly hot sensation at the tip. Hot and wet. She looked passed Rarity, who took her queue to stop the kiss, and saw Twilight crouched over her waist, pressing her soaking wet pussy to the head of Trixie's erection.
                    "Final part of the exam," Twilight gasped before lowering herself in one motion. "Unh!" Trixie's head slid past her lips and inside her without difficulty, there being more than enough lube between the coating of spit and Twilight's natural arousal. Twilight's moan was short and sharp as her hips bottomed against Trixie's waist, the entire length of Trixie's shaft buried inside her. Trixie followed suit, clenching her eyes shut and throwing her head back.
                    "Hunh... Hunh... You feel... amazing..." Twilight panted, letting herself rest a moment. The walls of her pussy clenched tight around Trixie's cock, drawing out another groan. Trixie abandoned everything she thought she had known about sex in an instant - Even after Twilight's mouth, this was a new level of experience, and Trixie didn't think anything would ever compare. Even more, she could feel a somewhat familiar but still new sensation brewing inside. Like a spring coiling before release. Her cock was achingly hard. Her balls felt tight.
                    Trixie felt a tap on her shoulder, and opened her eyes to find Rarity sitting on her as well. Rarity's shapely ass was resting on Trixie's chest just above her pair of luscious breasts, which meant Trixie had a perfect view of Rarity's dripping wet hole. Rarity was breathing heavily, grinding her hips forward, even more turned on by the proximity of Trixie's mouth to her pussy.
                    "If you would be so kind... this is perhaps the chance to demonstrate the considerable 'talent' you spoke of earlier," Rarity cooed, and lifted her hips forward. Trixie tried to the consideration. The feeling of Twilight's slick tunnel sliding up the length of her shaft drove away any sense of reluctance, and Trixie nodded, which Rarity met with a smile. She lifted herself up slightly, and pressed her hips forward, guiding her soaking entrance to Trixie's mouth. Trixie parted her lips, and took Rarity's labia between them, drinking in the taste of her arousal.
                    "Oooh, yes, enthusiasm is a very large part of the exam," Rarity murmured amidst a moan as Trixie sucked at her lips, gliding her tongue along the hole between them. Rarity rocked back and forth, driving the tip of Trixie's tongue inside her entrance just a little bit which each motion. As she moved, Rarity's hands flew to her breasts, cupping them from the bottom and squeezing them hard.
                    Twilight, content that she'd fully adjusted to the size of Trixie's cock, had lifted herself up, and was now teasing the head against her slit, rubbing herself side to side while letting less than in inch inside. Trixie was rocking her hips upwards, straining to feel more of Twilight's tightness. Twilight couldn't keep up the restraint, and slammed herself back down in one swift motion.
                    "Ah!" Twilight's cry bounced off the stone walls, and Trixie joined her, the two of them screaming in unison as Trixie's head pressed deep inside Twilight’s hole. Rarity moved her body as the pair moaned, and pressed herself into Trixie's face. Trixie licked back in response, sliding her tongue inside Rarity's slit and swirling it around before withdrawing and sliding upward, tracing circles over the engorged button waiting for her. Rarity squeezed her own breasts harder, and ground down hard against Trixie's tongue.
                    Twilight had started riding Trixie's cock in earnest now, using her hands against Trixie's body as leverage and lifting herself up before slamming back down. Her movement was erratic, focused more on pounding herself down on Trixie's shaft as hard as possible instead of building a consistent motion. Trixie was in no position to complain, however. She could only moan into Rarity's pussy as Twilight bounced herself on the seven inches of Trixie's girth, thrashing her head from side to side and moaning in a long, continuous drone.
                    The tightness Trixie had felt earlier was building now, feeling more and more insistent each time she felt herself slide inside Twilight's slick velvety lips.
                    "Rarity!" Twilight gasped, clawing at one of her shoulders as she slammed her hips up and down, pounding herself on Trixie's cock. "I'm close, really close..."
                    "So am I, dear!" Rarity pressed herself forward, grinding her clit hard against Trixie's tongue. The moans against her love button only made Trixie's attention better. Rarity had been turned on since she'd first cupped Trixie's breasts in her hands, growing hotter and hotter as she touched and watched Twilight enjoy herself as well. She'd felt the tingle of her climax building for some time, and now it was cresting, spurred on by Trixie's expert tongue. She was indeed as talented as she'd said.
                    Twilight was riding Trixie in even more erratic bursts now, what small semblance of rhythm she had built up cast away as her body burned with her approaching orgasm. Trixie's cock was amazing, just the perfect size, filling her up completely every time she lowered her hips. She could feel the tip pressing against her inner walls, sending a shudder through her body every time she slammed down. Twilight's muscles tightened as her body tensed, seconds away from cumming. The sensation surging through every inch of her skin was at its height, Twilight's head swayed from side to side deliriously.
                    In the instant before she tipped over the edge, Twilight opened her eyes and reached out, grabbing Rarity's head from behind. Rarity, consumed with her own impending crescendo, turned distractedly, and Twilight kissed her, passionately. Her lips swallowed Rarity's moan, which grew louder as Twilight matched it.
                    Both of them shuddered, screaming to each other as they came. Twilight ground her hips against the base of Trixie's cock, squeezing every inch of her hardness as her pussy clenched, soaking herself and Trixie, as well as the stone underneath them. Rarity's glasses tilted askew on her nose as she followed Twilight, drenching Trixie's face and flooding her mouth with sweet liquid as she came on Trixie's tongue.
                    Trixie's mind was empty. She'd been on the verge of succumbing to the intense pleasure of her new body part merely by virtue of it being touched; feeling Twilight squeeze around it while she came, moaning into Rarity's mouth, who was still grinding her pussy on Trixie's face - no reasonable person could have held back, and Trixie was in an exceptional situation. She came, in a very different way than she had ever done so before. The sensation of her orgasm was more consuming than what she was used to; normally, she came, and it was a soft, consuming wave of pleasure, enveloping her body and slowly receding. This was much, much more direct, starting centered between her legs and exploding through every fibre of her being. It cleared her senses. It made her feel ecstatic and empty at the same time.
                    The emptiness was very direct. Even when she had cum hard enough to drench herself, Trixie had never felt empty. Now she could practically feel her balls tightening as she came - and in that vein, she could feel the heat of her cum spraying into Twilight, coating her insides as well as the twitching head of her own cock. Twilight was rocking herself from side to side as she shared her kiss with Rarity, and all three of them were moaning, loud enough to rattle the candles in their stands, each of them lost in an ecstasy shared together.
                    Their bodies collapsed in unison. Twilight slid sideways onto the floor, leaking a stream of Trixie's sperm from between her legs. Rarity fell in the same direction, navigating her next around Trixie's head with relative grace and landing next to Twilight on the stone. Trixie had been on her back for the whole affair, and so simply let loose the tension in her muscles, letting her hands fall to her sides. As her cock settled limply, completely spent, Rarity gave a distracted wave of her hand - and much easier than it had appeared, Trixie's unit vanished, fading into a cluster of white sparkles that vanished in the air. The only signs Trixie had ever been more than purely female for an hour were the dribbles of her own semen painted across her skin.
                    All three girls lay still, panting and reeling from the finality of their climaxes. Aside Trixie, Twilight and Rarity shared a glance between their attempts to collect their breath.
                    It seemed their organization had a new member after all.