Sweetie Belle was drifting in welcoming nothingness... no... not nothingness. Something licked her. Not licking her nose or licking her hoof, but licking something between her legs. Why did it feel so good to be licked there? It was so sensitive, that it was like a bolt of lightning went through her when that soft wet tongue caressed a perky nub inside her soft smooth folds. Her body was twitching, something inside her throbbing compulsively in little fading aftershocks when that tongue stroked her, like the tastiest candy.
She couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t move away or see who was doing this to her. It was like there was nothing other than those soft twinging folds between her legs, and that so very sensitive button. It was like she was nothing besides that little button, able to do nothing but float there in nothingness, feeling that pulsing feeling that fired off like an explosion when that tongue touched her there. She was her private parts, and nopony was supposed to touch them but it felt so good she was begging to be licked again and again.
Another lick came and it was so incredible. Sweetie Belle no longer the pony, but just the little marble of pleasure, quivered in ecstasy as her desperate desire for more contact was satisfied, that expert tongue slavering all over her and awakening her with those mysterious uncontrollable throbbing twinges inside her, slowly fading to stillness as the tongue left her. She had no inside her though, only the round source of pleasure that felt so good to be touched. She had no mouth, but she wanted to cry out, to thank whoever was doing this to her, to beg them not to stop. She had no forelegs but she wanted to hug her attacker so fiercely and never let go. She had no hind legs to close on their face as they pulled away from her effortlessly, leaving Sweetie Belle the nub floating, quivering there in helpless need.
It felt so good it was terrifying. She tried to lower her tail when the tongue went after her again, but she had no tail to lower. She was helpless and exposed in this strange place, where there was nothing to protect her winking modesty. Nothing existed at all besides the loving darkness and her formerly untouched little cunny all alone. And that made it even better somehow. She couldn’t stop it no matter how she struggled, yet she wanted that tongue to touch her again, to slide its slimy surface along the nub that was now the entirety of her being, and somehow both those desires complimented each other making her nothing more than a hungry creature of simple need. She felt a giddy anticipation as somehow, though she had no eyes to see or ears to hear, she knew that tongue was coming closer and closer to touching her there again.
And then it did. And she did whimper needily, and she did feel her legs quivering, her entire body tensing and responding obediently to that demanding tongue rubbing all over her down there. She could feel herself, and she couldn’t. The incredible pleasure singing through her as that tongue twisted on her nub was making the throbbing come back strongly and intently. And then the tongue left her and—and the pleasure didn’t stop! She couldn’t stop throbbing and clenching and shaking from the waves of pleasure radiating from that unbelievable button in her groin. And the moment it started, and her insides burst with joy, she could see the face of the one who did this to her.
Her head jerked up off the desk where it had fallen. “P-princess Luna!!” she exclaimed in shock. She had been dreaming? It felt surreal to Sweetie Belle, sitting there in her own little classroom in the cheery sunlight, because the dream was real and Sweetie felt... she-e-e felt... she felt like she fell off a cliff, and then her bottom really did start clenching. Sweetie Belle couldn’t stop the bursts of pleasure radiating from her bottom, which really was pulsing uncontrollably as she sat there. She wasn’t doing it, it just kept doing it on its own!
“Correct answer, but Sweetie Belle, please raise your hoof before answering,” Miss Cheerilee said to her crossly, acting like everything was normal. It seemed unreal that the teacher couldn’t see this happening to her. Sweetie Belle felt like she should be lighting up like a circus or exploding with fireworks with how she felt. Could anypony see her like this, or did she look normal?
“Y-yes mam,” she managed to stutter, blushing horribly not just from the turgid tension in her body, but also because she could not stop what was happening. She just had to sit there quivering right there in the middle of the class, riding out this strange and wonderful rhythmic throbbing of her nethers, hoping nopony notices what they were doing, what she was doing.
The pleasure was trickling out of her too slowly as the clenches began to ease off. Twist was looking at her funny. Oh no. Sweetie Belle looked funny right now didn’t she? Twist could see it! Sweetie smiled weakly and put on her best poker face, unable to do anything but sit there helplessly clenching in her bum. Her smile faltered almost immediately and she just scrunched her eyes shut intensely, trying not to think of Twist as it finally settled to completion.
Sweetie opened her eyes to see Twist’s swiftly retreating hoof leave a note on her desk. Opening it up the note read, “What was that?” The last word was underlined many times. Sweetie just slumped her shoulders blushing in embarassment. Sweetie wanted to ask Twist what was happening to her, not answer a question she didn’t know! She even wanted to ask Miss Cheerilee what was happening to her, but she was too nervous and humilated to so much as even squeak. Her life was officially over.
