Chapter 1: Two Bit Margarita Nights Are Murder On Your Liver
Twilight sat on a round stool, lost in thought. The bartender passed back and forth in front of her a few times as she considered the implications of Celestia calling her to Canterlot. It could mean so many things, but the Princess hadn’t given her any details besides where to be and at what time. All she mentioned was something about ‘princess duties’ and ‘responsibilities’ to fulfill because of her new position. Twilight, because she had nothing better to do, decided to leave a day early and spend the night in Canterlot before she saw Celestia in the morning. As much as she liked going on all-night studying sprees on a whim, tonight she oddly didn’t feel much up to spending time with books.
However, now that she was sitting at the bar and staring into her mostly-full vodka and tonic, she found herself wondering if perhaps she shouldn’t have waited back in Ponyville. At least if she went out for drinks, she’d have friends to go with so the situation was slightly less awkward… and pathetic. She sighed into her glass, giving it a few swirls with her magic.
The bartender stopped in front of her.
“Can I get you anything else?” he asked in a kind voice.
Twilight looked up slowly. “No thanks, I’m—” She stopped suddenly as she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head slightly, looking in the direction of the entrance of the bar. Her heart stopped when she saw the pony that had just walked in. Quickly spinning around, Twilight held her drink up and pretended to be very interested in something far away.
The bartender lifted a brow, then glanced to where Twilight’s stare was last focused at, then rolled his eyes before returning to cleaning a glass.
The pony who had just entered sat down next to her and slammed her hoof on the table. “Whiskey, clean,” she said, not even allowing the bartender to reply before adding, “and make it quick.”
Twilight took a sip from her drink and briefly contemplated getting up and leaved right then and there, but the thought had only just entered her mind when she heard the mare beside her give a little chuckle.
"Twilight Sparkle... Of all the bars in all the world, you had to walk into mine."
Twilight groaned. Taking a drink, she turned back around and gave the other pony a sarcastic smile. "It's not your bar last I checked, Trixie."
Trixie laughed haughtily. "So then, what brings the illustrious Princess Twilight Sparkle here?"
Twilight looked down at her drink, swirled it around a bit, and took a sip. "Just passing the time."
Trixie smirked. "Oh?"
The bartender nodded to Trixie and slid a glass down the bar. “Here you go, ma’am. Whiskey, clean.”
“Yes, oh,” Twilight replied, keeping her eyes on her drink and not Trixie’s confident smirk. “I decided to get a drink, and this place was appealing as any. Nothing else about it, really.”
Trixie took the glass with her magic and brought it to her lips. Taking a big swig from it, she set the glass down and said, "So, the Princess decided to get a drink at a bar? Nothing else? Sounds a bit suspicious to me."
“How so?” Twilight asked, fixing Trixie with an uninterested look.
Trixie grinned, her overconfident demeanor making Twilight want to groan. “Well, you’re here, all alone, not a friend in sight. If that isn’t a cry for help, I don’t know what is.”
“No, clearly you don’t. Can’t a mare get a drink in peace?” Twilight asked.
“Not if she’s going to mope about it.”
“I’m not moping! I just so happened to be in town, went to get a drink by myself—which isn’t strange—and then you decided to waltz in here and sit next to me.” Twilight sipped her drink, casting Trixie a furrowed glare. “If anything, you’re the one being suspicious, asking me all these questions and bothering me like this.”
Trixie gave a hearty laugh. “Suspicious? Moi? I can’t believe you’d think so lowly of me, dear Princess.”
“Yeah, me either,” Twilight grunted back, rolling her eyes. Taking another swig of her drink, Twilight said, “Look, Trixie, it was just a joy catching up, but if you don’t mind—and I really think you won’t—can I drink in peace, please?”
Trixie shrugged. “Suit yourself. I was going to see if you’d be interested in playing a little game with me, buuuut…” She trailed off, giving Twilight a sly look out of the corner of her eye.
Twilight looked away from her and took another drink, enjoying the sensation of her throat burning and then her stomach heating up. "Not interested."
Trixie laughed. "No, I suppose you wouldn’t be, would you? Princess No-Fun Twilight.”
Twilight sighed, setting her drink down again. "You're not gonna give this up easily, are you? Also, that’s the lamest insult I’ve ever heard in my life."
Trixie grinned, taking another swig. "It's nothing difficult, I promise.” She set her whiskey on the bar and gave Twilight a smug look. “I'll tell you what, if you win this little competition, I'll come back to Ponyville and apologize to everyone there."
Twilight raised an eyebrow. "Why should I care about that? You already apologized to me."
Trixie shrugged. "Fine then. I suppose it doesn't matter. It's not like you could beat me anyway." Turning away from Twilight, Trixie started glancing around the bar, taking the occasional sip from her whiskey.
After some time, Twilight sighed. Like removing a bandage, she knew she’d just have to take it out in one yank and get it over with, much like with Trixie now. "Okay, fine. What's this challenge?"
Trixie grinned like a kid on Hearth’s Warming Eve sitting in front of the fireplace. "Oh, it's something I'm sure you'll be very good at," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Twilight frowned. "If it's magic, I'm not interested."
Trixie shook her head. "Oh no, nothing like that. It's something a bit more... personal."
"Personal how?"
Trixie waved her hoof across the bar. All around them dozens of ponies were milling about, talking to each other and laughing back and forth in the comfortable atmosphere of the bar scene. "See how many stallions there are here?” Trixie asked, giving Twilight a knowing nod. “I'm willing to bet that I could get numbers off more of them than you can."
Twilight pursed her lips. "Why does that matter to me?"
"It doesn't."
"So then why should I participate?"
"You shouldn't."
Twilight frowned again. "You're not making any sense."
Trixie smirked. "Well then, you won't mind if I, say, get this handsome stallion's number?" When Twilight didn’t respond, Trixie gulped down a bit more whiskey and turned to the stallion beside her.
As Twilight watched the two talk about whatever they were talking about, the stallion laughing along as Trixie said whatever she was saying, she felt an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. Trixie was giving the stallion sly nods and she kept pointing to Twilight over her shoulder. He’d look at Twilight, giggle, and then go back to talking to Trixie. For some reason she couldn’t explain, Twilight suddenly felt like she was falling backwards.
When Trixie turned back around, she was holding a small slip of paper in the air. She waved it around in front of Twilight before setting it aside and picking up her drink once more. Toasting Twilight’s invisible glass, she said, "That's one for me."
Twilight stared at her silently for a moment, then grabbed her glass and downed it in one gulp. Standing up, she approached the nearest stallion and started talking to him—or, at least she attempted to. She spent the better part of two minutes trying to introduce herself, while the stallion in question just stared at her like she was a mad mare. Eventually, she slinked back to her seat with her cheeks blushing red, which was definitely not from the booze.
She returned to Trixie who was positively beaming with pride and smuggery. "No luck? That's too bad."
Twilight gave her a glare that could cut steel. She hailed the bartender. “Two more!”
He nodded. “Can do.”
She turned back to Trixie, her eyes narrowed into thin slits. "You're on."
“So, after that I studied under Princess Celestia for a few years as her personal student. Apparently she had some other student before me, Shimmering Sunset or something like that, but I never saw her around, so whatever.”
The stallion nodded slowly, awkwardly looking around the room and doing his best to avoid eye-contact with Twilight. “Yeah, cool. No, that sounds awesome. Hey… uhh, do you mind if I run to the restroom real quick?”
“Oh!” Twilight realized she’d been rambling for the last twenty minutes and nodded quickly. “Umm, sure. No problem.” She gave him an awkward smile as he disappeared into the crowd… the opposite direction of the bathroom stalls. She sighed. “There goes another one.”
“Aww, and I was so sure you had him in your hooves, Princess Can’t-Talk-To-Stallions Twilight,” said Trixie, sidling up next to Twilight with a cheeky grin on her face. She was holding a dozen or so slips of paper and flaunting them like she was at a strip club and fanning herself. She used a few of the slips to tickle Twilight’s snout.
Twilight pushed her away with a grunt. “You really aren’t good at this name-calling thing, are you?”
Trixie ignored her and instead fiddled with her slips of paper, giggling as she counted them off to herself. “I’ve been having a terrible night as well. Only a baker’s dozen so far, and I usually have at least thirty by now.”
“Well, whoopee for you,” said Twilight, biting back a sharp retort.
Trixie made a pouting face. “Aww, do you want to end our little contest before you lose too badly?”
“No,” Twilight growled. “I’m gonna get at least one number if it kills me.” She trudged off into the crowd of ponies once more, leaving Trixie standing alone with her numbers.
Trixie watched her disappear, waving to her as she called out, “Good luck, Princess.”
Twilight was sure the scowl on her face would scare off any stallion that happened to look at her, but she didn’t let that stop her. She wandered through the crowd, keeping her eyes peeled for any likely candidates. “Ah!” she said, suddenly spotting a lonely looking stallion standing with his back against the wall and a drink beside him. As Twilight approached him, the stallion noticed her, but didn’t say anything.
“Hey there,” said Twilight, smiling at him. “Mind if I join you?”
The stallion shrugged. “Sure, why—hey, are those wings?”
Twilight glanced at her sides where he was pointing and gave her wings a little shake. “Yup!” she said happily.
“So, you’re an alicorn, then? I thought only princesses were alicorns?” said the stallion, suspicion in his voice.
“Well, I mean, technically I’m a princess now, but heh—” she tossed her mane aside, giving him a seductive smile “—that doesn’t change who I am.”
The stallion nodded, stood up, and started to walk away.
Twilight looked on in disbelief. “Wait! Where’re you going?”
“I don’t mess around with royalty. Too much of a chance at a celebrity scandal and whatnot,” he said, waving goodbye before he too disappeared into the crowd.
Twilight slumped up against the wall. “A bar full of stallions and not one of them will give me their number,” she whined. With a sigh, Twilight made her way back to the actual bar and sat down, resting her head against the counter.
The bartender came up to her, a glass in his hooves as he wiped it down with a dirty rag. “Can I get you anything?” he asked.
Twilight nodded, her head still against the counter. “I need a whiskey,” she mumbled.
With a nod, the bartender turned away and soon a different pony replaced his company. Trixie sat on the stool beside Twilight. She was holding nearly twenty slips of paper now, but she hid them away as she said, “Still no luck?”
“Well, um… not exactly.” Twilight groaned, not bothering to look up. “How hard is it to get a stallion’s number in this day and age? I thought it was tougher the other way around.”
“Maybe it’s because none of them are interested in you,” Trixie taunted, with both her words and the slips of paper she shoved in Twilight’s face.
Peeking out with a single eye from the counter, Twilight muttered, “Or maybe it’s because every stallion in this place knows you’re easy.”
Trixie pouted. “What do you mean?”
Looking up at Trixie with an amused grin, Twilight nonchalantly picked up the whiskey the bartender laid down before her and took a delicate sip. “Oh, nothing really,” Twilight said, looking at Trixie in the corner of her eye. “It’s just that, it leaves one wondering why so many stallions would be eager to give their number to just one mare, unless she…” Twilight waggled her eyebrow. “Well, you know.”
“What?” Trixie questioned, a red tinge appearing in her cheeks.
“Unless she was… easy,” Twilight said, the word sliding off her tongue and practically slapping Trixie against her cheek.
“Wh-what do you mean I’m easy?”
“Oh, you know.”
Trixie shrugged, gulping down much of her drink in less than a second. “Well, I’m easy-going, if that’s what you mean.”
Twilight blinked, her alcohol-addled thought process braking hard. “Wait, you don’t even know what easy is?”
“I’m not so stupid that I don’t know what the term easy means, Twilight,” Trixie replied, already finishing her drink and tapping the bar counter for a refill. “I… just don’t know how it’s applied to me is all.”
“Wait, seriously?” Twilight asked. “You’ve never been called easy before, even though you have half the stallions in this room’s numbers?”
Trixie’s cheeks turned a shade redder. “Well, I mean… I don’t know about half.”
Twilight smiled deviously, sliding closer to Trixie in her chair. “Oh, so Miss Bigshot Showmare has a sudden case of stage fright? Come on, Trixie, you were practically shoving those digits in my face earlier. What’s wrong?”
Trixie fumbled for words, moving the slips of paper behind her. “Oh, well, you know how it is. What’s the point in having a contest without a little showmanship? It wouldn’t be much fun without any pizzazz. Gotta make you sweat, heh…”
“You sure it wasn’t just an excuse for you to look better than me at something for once in your life and then gloat about it?” Twilight asked, already halfway done with the whiskey at the rate she was sipping her drink.
“As if I need an excuse to look better than you,” Trixie said, smirking, attempting to regain some of her previous confidence. “You know, I was going to let you off easy, but now I think I’m going to crush you into dust, Princess.” Trixie swiped her glass from the counter and downed it all at once. “I’ll show you what Trixie’s made of!”
“Oh no, she’s speaking in the third-person again,” Twilight groaned, facehoofing.
As she stood up, all the little slips of paper she’d been holding fell to the ground. Her eyes went wide as she scrambled to pick them up off the ground. In her hurry, she forgot to use her magic, and so before she could grab them, a purple cloud enveloped the papers and lifted them to Twilight. Trixie tried to seize them before Twilight could see them, unsuccessfully.
“Wait, give those back!”
Twilight scanned each slip carefully, the unamusement in her face growing more prominent with every slip. “Trixie… these are just a bunch of randomly scrawled numbers. Most don’t even meet the seven number requirement to actually count as a phone number.” Staring Trixie in the eyes, Twilight asked, “Care to explain?”
Trixie laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. “Heh, well… funny story.” She gulped. “See, I, uh, thought that if I could trick you into thinking I’d gotten a bunch of numbers, you’d admit I was better than you… and also I was hoping to get some real numbers in the process.”
“Wow…” Twilight said. What she didn’t say was how that was one of the most pathetic and pitiful things she’s ever heard of, until the bitter irony set in that she too had been hoping to get some real numbers in the competition as well. “I, well… I guess that’s something we both have in common, at least,” Twilight chuckled, lifting up her drink to Trixie. “We’re not too good with the stallions.”
Trixie brought up her drink and tapped it against Twilight’s. “I guess not. Still though, I bet I could’ve won.” Her lips curled into an arrogant smirk. “After all, I’m sure I have much more experience than you when it comes to this sort of thing.”
Twilight grinned, chuckling. “Really? You with the fake numbers?”
Trixie drew herself up, placing a hoof over her chest. “But of course! They don’t call me the great and powerful Trixie for nothing.” She winked.
Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So why do they call you that?”
“Because I’m so powerful, obviously,” said Trixie with a smirk.
Twilight frowned. “Well, right… but I meant powerful how. Like, do you have really strong hips or something?”
“Hips?” Trixie cocked her head to the side. “What? No, I mean I’m really powerful, y’know, down there.”
Now it was Twilight’s turn to cock her head to the side. Her mouth hung slightly open, and she was staring at Trixie with a confused look. “Do you… do you actually know what you’re saying?”
“I… well…” Trixie opened and closed her mouth a few times, only saying one or two words half the time, and the other half babbling incoherently. She sighed, her shoulders drooping. “Fine, I haven’t. So what?”
Twilight nodded knowingly. “That’s what I thought.”
“Well, what about you?” asked Trixie, suddenly perking up. “Have you ever had sex?”
Twilight suddenly felt her throat close up, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t force any words out. After a bit of awkward mumbling, she said, “I mean, not exactly, but it’s not like I’ve never been with a stallion.”
Trixie raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Is that a fact?”
“Uh…” Twilight gulped. “Well, I did kiss a guy once.”
“Your brother doesn’t count.”
“It wasn’t Shining Armor!” Twilight’s face was flushed red now, and she was fiddling with her mane. “It was back when I was in school. We met under a stairwell after class and… well, that was my first kiss.”
“That’s… really anticlimactic.” Trixie admitted. “You’ve never hooked up with anypony before?”
“Well, you haven’t either!” Twilight reminded her, pointing an accusing hoof at Trixie.
“That’s because my calling is the open road and my talent the stage to shine my greatness upon! I can’t be tied down to any one stallion,” Trixie bemoaned, hoof to her forehead with her eyes closed. Opening an eyelid, she asked, “You’re stuck in Ponyville of all places. Why haven’t you found anypony over there?”
Twilight shrugged, waving her hoof aimlessly in the air. “I dunno, I never really bothered to find anypony of interest. Most of the stallions already have marefriends, so there really weren’t many options.”
“Oh, really now?” Trixie was invading Twilight’s private space with the close proximity of her snout to her’s. “Nopony at all? I find that hard to believe.”
Twilight blushed. “Well… there was this one stallion. But he was my friend’s brother. That would have made things… awkward.”
“And the friend?” Trixie asked, grinning mischievously.
“Why would I want to hook up with my friends?” Twilight replied, shaking her head. “That’s just weird. First off, it would make everyone awkward. Secondly, I consider them more friends than potential date options. And thirdly, most of them aren’t really relationship material anyhow.”
“Oh?”
“Well, Rarity is a bit, how do you say… shallow for me to ever consider dating. Rainbow Dash is more into racing than relationships. Fluttershy would probably have a panic attack if a pony so much as attempted to kiss her. Applejack is…” Twilight grimaced. “I just… I don’t think I could handle her country accent for a prolonged period of time. I mean, it’s not too bad, but to deal with it for days upon weeks upon years on end…” Twilight shuddered, taking a swig of her drink right away.
“And what about that pink one?” Trixie asked.
“I’m pretty sure if I started dating Pinkie, one of us would end up dead before the week’s end.”
Trixie finished the last drop of her drink, face now flushed red from booze. “So, you’re not interested in the mares, or the stallions either, then?”
Twilight fidgeted with her glass, looking away from Trixie. “Well… I-I don’t know. If I had to admit, I don’t know if I like either, because I’ve never done… well, that with them. Maybe if I did, I’d know.”
Trixie placed a hoof over her chest. “Twilight Sparkle, are you coming on to me?” She licked her lips. “It’s not exactly romantic, but I suppose I can’t complain.”
“What? No, I didn’t—"
Trixie put her hoof over Twilight’s lips. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me. I know how beautiful I am. It’s a wonder you could resist me this long.” She drunkenly flipped her mane over her shoulder, giving Twilight her best ‘come hither’ look. Unfortunately for her, flipping her mane was all the momentum she needed to throw herself off the stool and onto the bar floor.
Twilight started to laugh, but then saw there was bit blood where Trixie’s head had hit the ground. “Oh, shoot.” She quickly scooped the mare up and carried her towards the mare’s restroom. Throwing the door open, she hauled Trixie over to the sink in the dingy restroom and brushed back her mane. “Oh,” she said, noting that it was barely more than a scrape on her forehead, “doesn’t look too bad.” She turned on the faucet and let the water warm up a bit before she let some of it run over her hoof so she could wipe off Trixie’s forehead.
Trixie giggled, looking up at Twilight. “Guess I lost my balance a bit.”
“Heh, you’re lucky you didn’t bang your head on anything sharp.” Twilight started to move her hoof back to the running water, but Trixie stopped her, placing her hoof over Twilight’s.
Without saying anything, Trixie moved Twilight’s hoof to her cheek and rubbed it against her fur. “Is it soft?” she asked, her lips curled into a drunken grin. Before Twilight could answer, Trixie used her other hoof to pull Twilight’s face towards hers. Their snouts touched, and Trixie mumbled something unintelligible. She parted her lips and met with Twilight’s.
Twilight’s first taste of Trixie’s mouth was unsurprisingly that of a mixture of alcoholic substances she had drunk earlier, so it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences. However, as their lips melded together and Twilight found herself becoming more and more enveloped in their embrace, Twilight couldn’t help but feel her face burning.
Somewhere in the back of Twilight’s mind, she knew she was kissing Trixie, but in the front of her mind she realized she didn’t care and it felt pretty good, too. Already Trixie’s tongue was fitting itself in Twilight’s mouth, fitting in like a friend over for a visit. It slid up and down Twilight’s gums, licking her teeth and reaching every nook and cranny Twilight’s mouth offered. Twilight joined in with her own tongue, throwing out caution and common sense and diving right into the sensational and ever-tempting mouth of Trixie.
From what she could feel, Twilight knew her earlier suspicions were true. Trixie did have a big mouth. A big mouth with a tongue like a snake that could coil around her own and wrestle with it wildly. Their tongues fought onward, each trying to gain dominance over the other. Drool coated their lips and neither thought nor cared about the loud moans and sigsh they were making, so enamored with the other the entire world melted away to one steamy kiss.
Eventually, however, Twilight needed to draw breath, and she broke away in a sudden cool down of emotions.
“Oh… oh gosh,” Twilight whispered, her mind light as air due to the lack of oxygen and the large amount of booze she had consumed. “Trixie… I… I don’t know—”
Twilight’s words were cut off, Trixie once again pressing against her with lustful lips. It was much less awkward this time around, and yet still more awkward than that time she made out with her pillow. Despite this, Twilight easily joined Trixie’s embrace with equal amounts of want herself.
Trixie pulled her in closer, Twilight now directly over her on the sink as warm water rushed by their heads. Before too long, Trixie’s lips had found a new target: the nape of Twilight’s neck. Twilight moaned, the sensation of Trixie’s delectable lips and warm tongue moving across her skin sending tingles down her spine caused goosebumps to run up her foreleg.
Trixie had now reached Twilight’s chest, and she was rolling her tongue up and down Twilight’s torso while the alicorn could only moan in ecstasy. The moans turned to a high-pitched squeal when she felt where Trixie’s hoof had gone.
Twilight bit her lip, an entirely new sensation going down in her nethers. Well, not exactly new. She did own a washing machine. But unlike her washing machine, Trixie was a bit sloppier, basically groping her down there without much care for pleasantries or holding back. But Twilight didn’t mind. She wanted it—needed it—more than anything right now.
She felt her lower lips being parted open by Trixie’s hoof, the other mare’s touch was electrifying. Twilight could hardly believe how much of an ecstatic state of bliss she was feeling from such a simple act, but before too long she was panting like a dog while Trixie’s hoof dove into her warm depths, covering itself with Twilight’s wetness. Twilight felt like she was practically sputtering like a faucet, which wasn’t so far from the truth… seeing how there was one a few inches from her face.
Trixie’s hoof drew itself up and down, moving in motion each time Trixie planted a kiss on Twilight’s chest and shoulders. Her other hoof was busy at work pleasuring herself, the job of pleasing Twilight turned her on more than she thought. Every twitch, moan, bated breath, gasp for air and quiet shutter was another experience Trixie herself had inflicted on Twilight. She was running the stage, and the only member of the audience was a cute, purple mare that caught her eye in just the right way. Now, she could put on a real show.
Trixie continued moving downward with her tongue, never resting her hoof as it worked itself into Twilight’s pussy with more frantic movements. Twilight could barely hold herself up against the sink counter, her juices dripping on the floor as Trixie sat down directly underneath her.
Now past Twilight’s belly button, Trixie licked her lips, having arrived at her main prize: Twilight’s glistening sex, running wet from arousal and Trixie’s deft hoof skills. Hesitantly, Trixie reached out with the tip of her tongue, and deftly licked Twilight’s labia, causing the other mare to cry out in ecstasy.
“Huh… more sour than I imagined,” Trixie said, sucking her hoof that had been drenched in Twilight’s sticky fluid. Smacking her lips a couple of times, Trixie shrugged and pressed her snout against Twilight’s clit. “But it does have a delightful aftertaste.”
Before Twilight could prepare herself, that same tongue that had rocked her mouth’s world moments ago was now causing her nether regions to be set aflame from just the slightest touch. Gritting her teeth was the only way Twilight kept from screaming with all her might. Drool fell freely from her lips; her other pair of lips currently busy as Trixie took the time to lick them up like she was mining a damp cave with her tongue.
On Trixie’s end, she was in perfect bliss. One hoof squeezed the delightfully soft asscheek of Twilight’s right buttock while the other furiously kept pace pleasuring her own needy nethers as she delivered an enlightening state of total nirvanha to Twilight’s pussy using naught but her tongue and a bit of swirl... along with some curling, wiggling, wrangling, and, of course, pushing so deep into Twilight’s depths that all she could taste and smell was the mare’s arousal as she gleefully licked up her juices.
Twilight moaned, pushing Trixie’s snout deeper with her hoof. “Are you really that thirsty?” she more sighed than asked. Twilight’s chest heaved as she glanced down and saw Trixie lapping at her sex like a pony who’d just found the only oasis in an empty desert.
Trixie paused for a moment to look up at Twilight and licked her lips. She ran her tongue over her them slowly, reveling in the taste and ecstasy the sensation brought her. “I’ve had nothing but alcohol all night,” she said with a grin. “You’re a nice change of pace.” With that, she dove back in, causing Twilight to let out a loud moan.
As Twilight writhed in pleasure, she couldn’t help but notice something. “This is so much better than anything the washing machine can do,” she muttered under her breath, barely able to voice that thought as she felt weaker and weaker.
Trixie, without stopping, raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, which was good because it would’ve messed with the rhythm she had been developing over the past few minutes. She played Twilight like a fiddle… if it were a special fiddle that you played with your lips instead of your hooves, not to say that Trixie wasn’t using her lips. She most certainly was, and Twilight was well aware of that fact since Trixie had just wrapped her lips around Twilight’s clitoris and started to suck on it like a lollipop. A delicious, pussy-flavored lollipop… that didn’t taste like cats, but rather, Twilight’s vagina.
On that train of thought, Trixie realized that Twilight’s legs were trembling more than usual, her vaginal walls clenching and heating up as well. On instinct, Trixie sucked harder, running her tongue in small circles while pushing down every now and a then on Twilight’s clitoris like it was a button, a button which, if you pressed it enough times, would spit out a prize.
“Oh fuck, Shining, I’m coming!” Twilight shouted. She gave out a scream of relief as her orgasm finally peaked, her legs almost giving out below her as she came all over Trixie’s face.
Trixie’s eyes opened wide at this incestuous comment, only for her entire face to be flooded by Twilight’s juices spraying out. Trixie closed her eyes, opening her mouth to catch every drop. After all, it was proper manners to clean her plate, which Trixie did with much enjoyment as she coaxed Twilight to sexual torture by continuing to lap her tongue at her clit as she came to the last drop.
Then, out of the blue, the bartender opened the door of the mare’s bathroom. What greeted his eyes were two red faced mares, one leaning against the sink as the other sat underneath her, her tongue stuck out and pressed against the other’s still dripping pussy. Staring at them for only a moment, the bartender’s eyes fixated on the running faucet, causing him to frown. “Hey, don’t run up my water bill more than it needs to be. Turn the sink off. Also, wipe the goddamn floor when you’re done.”
Trixie wiped her mouth with the back of her foreleg. “So… why exactly did you call out your brother’s name like that?”
Twilight turned off the faucet, her face completely red. “Uhm…”
Angry sunbeams criss-crossed Twilight’s bed and her face, rudely slapping her awake with their brightness. She groaned, rolling over. She tried to pull the covers up over her face to keep the sun out, but it pulled back and forced her to open her eyes. Stars flooded Twilight’s vision.
“Oh, my head,” she moaned, pressed her hoof against her forehead as hard as she could. It felt like a hydra was going on a rampage inside her cranium. After a moment, she sighed. “And this is why I don’t go out drinking.” Deciding that the only way to beat her hangover was by ignoring it, Twilight sat up and glanced over at Trixie. “Morning, Trix—what the?”
The other half of her bed, much like her stomach, was empty. She felt her belly growl, but she pushed that thought out of her mind. “Where’d she go?” she asked no one in particular. Frowning, Twilight rolled out of bed and wandered into the bathroom, thinking that maybe Trixie had gone to take a shower. She peeked through the door to the bathroom, but it too was empty. Her frown deepened.
The small room Twilight was staying in while visiting Canterlot was comprised of only a bedroom and a bathroom, so if she wasn’t hiding under the bed, Trixie was surely gone already. Twilight, who couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt, bent down and searched under the bed, even though she knew she wasn’t going to find Trixie there. She sighed again, tossing the sheets back on the bed in resigned disappointment.
“I guess this is what they call a one-night stand,” she muttered under her breath, more than a little upset. “Well, I suppose there’s no point in sitting around here moping about it. The Princess is probably waiting for me anyway… wait.” She turned to the clock hanging on the wall. Her eyes went wide. “Oh crap! I’m late!” She grabbed her saddlebags from the chair they were hanging off of and threw them over her back, rushing out the door and down the street.
As she hurried across the palace ground’s, Twilight fumbled with her mane and tried to make it halfway presentable. It was frizzy and bits of hair were sticking out all over the place, and she was just now regretting not taking a moment to look in the mirror. On second thought, it was probably better she couldn't see the full extent of the damage.
Nodding to the pair of guards standing outside the throne room door, Twilight hurriedly made her way inside, squeezing through the crack in the door. “Sorry I’m late, Princess,” she said, looking over her shoulder as she noticed her bags were stuck. She tugged and pulled, trying to unfasten them through, saying, “I had a late night last night, and I woke up… just… now.” She had managed to remove her bags just in time to turn around and see Celestia standing there with a knowing look on her face, and a certain blue mare standing beside her.
Celestia’s lips were curled into the subtlest hint of a smile as she watched Twilight look back and forth between herself and Trixie. “We all get a little lost in the moment sometimes,” she remarked. “I do hope that you’ll be more punctual with your student than you are with me, though.”
Twilight blushed, glancing down at her hooves. “I’ll try to be on time in the—student!?” Her eyes shot up.
Celestia motioned to the mare standing beside her. “Correct. You’re a princess now, Twilight. It’s time you take a student of your own on. Trixie will be that student.”
Twilight fumbled for words, her tongue practically tripping over itself as she tried to make sense of the situation. "Buh... wha? I don’t…” She looked up at Trixie and mouthed, “Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?”
Trixie gave her an awkward smile, shuffling her hooves absentmindedly. "Sorry I didn't tell you last night,” she said, “but Celestia told me to keep it a secret."
“You knew even last night!?”
Trixie nodded slowly, giving her shoulders a little shrug. “Sorry, but Princess’s orders and all that.”
Twilight shook her head in disbelief, bringing up a hoof to her face and letting her slide down. "Well, what was with that whole contest, then?"
"I just thought it'd be fun, that’s all."
Twilight threw up her hooves. "And all the rest of it!?"
Trixie smirked. "Wasn't part of my original plan—I’ll admit—but I'm not complaining. You're the Princess of Friendship, right? I suppose it'll be your job to help me study that since you’re my mentor now. Well,” she chuckled, “maybe we’ll study more than just friendship."
Twilight blushed harder than a filly who’d just been invited by the cutest boy at school to the prom. "I... well... that is..."
Trixie’s smirk grew larger as she strode across the room and took up her place beside Twilight. Throwing her hoof around the mare’s shoulders, she said, "I'm looking forward to your... 'lessons'."
“And I’ll be looking forward to your reports,” said Celestia, the corners of her mouth curling into a slightly-less subtle smile. “I’m sure you’ll have lots of… ‘interesting’ things to tell me all about, Twilight.”
Twilight laughed quietly to herself, sure she was on the brink of losing her sanity. “Well, this’ll be fun.”
Trixie gave Twilight the most sultry look she could manage, which, as it turned out, wasn’t actually that sultry, not that Twilight was paying attention. “So, when’s our first lesson, teach?” She winked.
Standing in silence, Twilight glanced over to the stained-glass windows lining the hall and happened to catch a glimpse of an image of a flower blooming. She frowned. “Oh, come on. That’s not even subtle.”
