“Red”emption of a Showmare

Chapter 1: Coming to an Understanding...

Trixie (a.k.a. “The Great and Powerful Trixie”) and Twilight Sparkle awoke to the pleasant sensation of being snuggled comfortably in each others’ forelegs. As their heads started to clear, the first thing they noticed was the sunlight shining through the windows. It was a bright, sunny day outside, probably mid-morning if not later. The second thing they noticed was that they were still lying on the floor of the library.

That brought them both awake with a bit of a start. They looked around, then looked back at each other with a mixture of worry and adoration as they discovered they were snuggling underneath a warm blanket that had been draped over them – and that sitting beside them, leaning up against the wall only a short distance away, was a sleeping baby dragon.

Twilight chuckled quietly at the sight of the little drake, smiling fondly. “He must’ve come home some time after we passed out,” she said to Trixie – quietly, so as not to wake up Spike. “It must have been a bit of a shock for him to see you... us... here like this. I guess he thought it best to keep an eye on you... and fell asleep.”

Trixie chuckled softly as well, nuzzling Twilight’s cheek adoringly before working her way back onto her hooves. “Trixie guesses she’ll have a lot of explaining to do when he wakes up, then.”

Twilight sighed thoughtfully as she stood up as well. “I suppose we both will,” she said, with another glance towards Spike. “You know... you’ll have to apologize to my friends. They may not accept you at first... but I think they’ll understand once they’ve had a little time to get used to the idea.”

Trixie nodded. “Trixie hopes you're right, Twilight. Though... I thought you said it wasn’t my fault? You forgave me, and what I did to you was worse than anything I ever did to them...” she said, although she didn’t sound entirely certain of that last part. The things she’d done while under the Alicorn Amulet’s corrupting influence were a bit of a jumble; it was sometimes difficult to tell the difference between things she’d actually done, and things that she’d only imagined doing when the amulet had even corrupted her dreams as she slept. Even after being freed from its control, she’d suffered some terrifying nightmares for several weeks afterwards. But she knew some of the things she’d done were very, very bad...

Twilight saw Trixie’s sudden look of worry and fear, and pressed up close against her, wrapping a comforting hoof around Trixie’s neck . “And I meant it, Trixie, it wasn’t your fault. Not completely. But... well, my friends can be stubborn sometimes,” she said, with a fond smile for them in spite of that. “Of course, they’d probably say the same thing about me sometimes, too. None of us are perfect, and we’ve had plenty of rough patches in our friendships. But we do forgive each other, Trixie... and I think once they get over the initial shock, they’ll be open to forgiving you, too. Just give them some time... and show them how humble The Great and Powerful Trixie can be, when she’s truly sorry for what she did, and wants to make amends. That’ll go a long way towards persuading them, I think.”

Trixie blushed deeply as Twilight used her own title, then closed her eyes for a moment as she considered Twilight’s words honestly. “Trixie supposes you may be right, Twilight. Trixie is...” She stopped, then looked up at Twilight. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be with you.”

Twilight smiled warmly, and kissed Trixie’s cheek. “That’s my mare,” she chuckled softly. “Let’s get Spike up to bed, and then we’ll talk more about our... new and very improved relationship.” She gave Trixie a sly wink, before finally removing the inhibitor from Trixie’s horn. Trixie blinked and shook her head at the odd sensation; after so many hours of having her magic blocked, she’d almost stopped noticing it, and it actually felt a bit funny to have it back again.

On the other hoof, it had just felt... right, somehow, to have been kept small and powerless like that for a while. That wicked belt of Twilight’s had broken her – I wonder where she learned to give spankings like that? she found herself thinking – but it was the induced feeling of helplessness from the inhibitor that had kept her there when Twilight had started asking about her past. Broken and humbled by the fierce punishment, feeling so small and vulnerable afterwards, she’d told Twilight everything she wanted to know, even things the proud showmare would have preferred that no one else ever know... and in finally unburdening herself, admitting all the guilt and pain she’d carried inside all these years without any evasions or embellishments to salvage her own pride or ego, she’d begun to let go of it at last, making room in her now-lightened heart for something more...

As they made their way upstairs to the bedroom, Twilight carefully floated Spike in front of her, suspended in a bubble of magic, while Trixie helped by moving various books, scrolls, and other items out of their way. After Twilight had placed Spike in his little bed, Trixie brought up that warm blanket that she and Twilight had been sleeping under, and draped it gently over the sleeping baby dragon. The smile Twilight gave her, as she saw her former nemesis showing such tenderness towards her “number-one assistant”, warmed Trixie’s heart in a way she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

While Twilight finished getting Spike settled in, Trixie took a moment to look around the room with curious interest. Stacks of large books sitting beside a writing desk, a few vials of unknown substances, and a neatly-made bed that would make any mother proud, all spoke of a room which suited the studious, compulsive unicorn mare so perfectly that it was hard to imagine her living any other way. Trixie particularly admired the tight bedclothes wrapping the mattress, and couldn’t help giving Twilight a sly grin as wicked thoughts about that bed slowly crept their way into her mind.

Twilight glanced over at her new marefriend, noticing her look, and returned a grin of her own. “Behave, Trixie,” she whispered, so as not to disturb Spike. “None of that around my number-one assistant. At least not until he’s a little more used to you... and us, I suppose.” She gave Trixie a reassuring smile that promised many glorious “experiments” in their future, then motioned for Trixie to follow her as she made her way back downstairs.

Trixie gave a playful pout at her words, but could see the fire in the unicorn’s eyes. She glanced towards the bed once more, then obligingly followed Twilight out of the room with a soft chuckle. “Well... I hope it doesn’t take too long.”

Twilight glanced behind her, and smiled. “It’s already been too long.” Her voice was laced with longing... and perhaps, a hint of mischief? Trixie raised a brow at Twilight’s words and nodded, following her lavender marefriend the rest of the way in silence. To Trixie’s surprise, Twilight didn’t stop at the lobby. Instead, she opened a hidden door beside one of the many bookshelves, revealing a curving staircase leading downward. She motioned for Trixie to follow her as she used her horn to light the way.

As they came to the bottom of the staircase, Twilight used a quick shot of magic to activate the ceiling lamps suspended around the room, revealing a well-stocked basement laboratory. Trixie looked around in awe as Twilight led her into the cavern beneath the massive library tree’s roots. A table full of glassware for chemistry experiments, shelves full of advanced scientific texts, several notebooks and two large blackboards covered in diagrams and equations that Trixie couldn’t even begin to make sense of... and along the far wall, a large computer of some kind, something Trixie had never seen outside of a few newspaper stories about the then-new and exciting science of “computing machines”, attached to several other pieces of equipment intended for Celestia-only-knew what purposes.

She looked around in stunned amazement, taking it all in. No wonder Celestia chose her as her personal protege... she thought, humbled by the realization that there was so much more to her unicorn marefriend than she’d ever thought. Twilight gave Trixie a moment to look around her, then motioned for her to follow towards an adjoining room. Inside was a table and a few chairs, with a single lamp sitting in the middle of the table.

“Welcome to my laboratory,” Twilight said with a soft chuckle at Trixie’s expression. “We can talk in here, without disturbing Spike.” She moved two of the chairs so that they faced each other, then settled into one and motioned for Trixie to take the other.

“Wouldn’t want the child to get an eyeful, huh?” Trixie replied, giving the lavender mare an obvious grin as she took the offered seat.

Twilight couldn’t help but chuckle at the obvious meaning behind Trixie’s words. “I meant what I said, Trixie. We’re here to talk about what comes next.”

Trixie stuck her tongue out playfully. “Yes, ‘coming next’ is what Trixie’s talking about too, sexy mare,” she said, enjoying the slight blush her comment brought to her marefriend’s cheeks.

Twilight sighed softly and shook her head. “As much as I love your playfulness, Trixie... we really do need to talk.”

Trixie bit her lip as she caught the serious note in Twilight’s voice. In her experience, “we have to talk” was never the opening to a pleasant conversation. “All right, Twilight. I’m listening,” she said, trying to put on a weak smile as she waited to hear what the lavender mare had to say.

Twilight smiled warmly as she heard Trixie slip back into first person, and reached over to put a hoof onto Trixie’s. “Glad to hear it. Look... Trixie, as you know, my friends did not take your first visit to Ponyville very well... and I can’t imagine your second visit was taken all that well either. I may have forgiven you, but my friends...”

Trixie sat still and just nodded, as she listened to her new marefriend’s words.

“I’ll be there with you, Trixie. I’ll talk to them... but you have to be prepared for the possibility that they might not be willing to forgive you right away. In fact... even an apology might not do much for some of them, especially Rainbow Dash. As I said, they can be stubborn sometimes. But no matter what happens, I want you to know... I won’t give you up, Trixie.”

Trixie smiled, truly happy to hear those words. “Trixie won’t give you up either, Twilight Sparkle,” she said gratefully. “Twilight... I know I did terrible things to them,” she added with a sad sigh. “I know that, and I... I accept it. It may have been the amulet corrupting me, but I’m the one who chose to put it on in the first place, because I’m the one who chose to blame all of you for my problems and wanted to get even with you, instead of facing the truth. And if the ‘Great and Powerful Trixie’ wants to become a newer, better Trixie, then...” Trixie looked up, meeting Twilight’s gaze with renewed determination. “Then she must face the consequences of what she did, even if it hurts. I’ll do whatever it takes, Twilight.” The words were hard to say, but the smile they brought to Twilight’s face made them worth saying.

“I’m glad to hear that, Trixie... ‘cause there’s something I want you to do. I think it may help.”

Trixie raised a brow curiously. “What?”

Twilight stood up from her chair, and motioned for Trixie to stand as well. “Turn around Trixie, and lift up your cape for me,” she said in a tone which left no room for questions. It wasn’t a tone of voice she used very often, and it commanded Trixie’s instant attention and obedience even before she had a chance to think.

Trixie’s eyes widened at the order as she slowly turned around, actually shaking in her hooves as she used her magic to lift her cape away from her form, baring her flanks as her marefriend commanded. “Tw... Twilight?” she stammered fearfully.

Twilight summoned something into her magic grip as she spoke warmly. “Don’t worry, Trixie. I’m just giving you something to help you keep your tongue and your pride in check. A little reminder.”

Trixie glanced back, and immediately wished she hadn’t. Twilight was holding that wicked belt once more, and just the sight of it turned her insides to jelly again. “T-Twilight... p-please...” she whispered fearfully, even as she found herself automatically assuming the same position she’d been placed in yesterday, lifting her hindquarters and tail as she lowered her head to the floor, exposing herself for punishment.

Twilight raised a brow as she saw Trixie’s instant obedience and submission. “That’s... not actually what I was planning to do to you, Trixie, but if it’s really what you want,” she said, unable to resist the temptation being offered. Trixie barely had time to register the words before she felt the crack!! of leather against her flanks once more...

...but instead of the vicious explosion of white-hot pain she’d been expecting, there was only a sensation of impact, followed by a soft warmth and a moderate bit of sting. Two more strokes, one above and one below, spread the warmth and sting a little more – but once the initial shock had passed, Trixie gave a sigh of relief as she realized that Twilight was hardly putting any real force behind them. This was, indeed, nothing more than a reminder, and almost pleasant in a strange way... Trixie felt her cheeks warming with an embarrassed blush at that thought.

“Not that you don’t look adorable in that position,” Twilight added, giving Trixie a playful hoof-pat on her left flank as she used her magic to wrap the belt around Trixie’s waist, snugging it firmly enough that Trixie would be aware of its presence with every step she took, but not tightly enough to hurt her or restrict her movements.

“Wh... what?” Trixie gasped, startling at the touch of Twilight’s hoof and the belt cinching snugly around her body.

Twilight chuckled as she caught Trixie’s cape in her own magic and laid it across her flanks so that it hid the belt from view. “Maybe keeping it close by will help keep the Great and Powerful Trixie from doing something she’ll regret later,” she said, leaning down to nuzzle Trixie’s cheek affectionately as she encouraged her marefriend to rise from the submissive position. “They’re going to bait you, Trixie... but I want you to stay humble. Do you understand?”

Trixie bit her lip nervously, easily able to figure out exactly what she’d be regretting, and where she’d be regretting it, if she ever let her arrogance get the best of her again. “Yes, Twilight,” she said, already feeling very humbled just by the feel of the belt around her waist, and what it represented. “Trixie understands...” Trixie will face the consequences of her actions, even if it hurts. Her words came back to her, and she shivered a little. It would hurt so very, very much... but not as much as betraying the love, and trust, and forgiveness Twilight had given her, she realized.

Twilight raised a hoof and trailed it along Trixie’s muzzle affectionately, causing shivers to run down the azure mare’s spine at her touch. Trixie looked up, her heart beating faster as she looked deep into those knowing violet eyes. “What... is on Twilight’s mind?” she asked in a soft whisper.

Twilight smiled and gave Trixie a soft kiss against her lips. “Only you, Trixie... Only you.” She gave Trixie a wicked grin as her horn lit up, and Trixie heard a solid “clunk!” from behind them as her marefriend locked the door to the room. Twilight walked around Trixie slowly as she traced her hoof along her form, flicking her hat off her head as she passed, and Trixie felt a strange sense of submissive excitement at the way Twilight was taking charge of her, acting so possessive of her, as though she belonged to the lavender unicorn mare. Shivers ran down Trixie’s spine as Twilight’s hoof glided along her back, all the way from her withers to the dock of her tail, following the star patterns on the soft fabric of her cape.

“I always did like your cutie mark, you know,” she heard Twilight say, in a voice laced with desire, just before she flipped the cape aside to bare Trixie’s hindquarters once more.

Trixie felt herself going weak in the knees under Twilight’s loving touch, especially when that touch reached the dock of her tail, then circled around her hindquarters to her cutie mark. “T.. Twilight?” she breathed shakily. She couldn’t help but look around to see just what Twilight had in mind for her...

Her marefriend’s next actions, though, left her more confused, as Twilight smiled back affectionately while her horn lit up to unbuckle the belt from around Trixie’s waist and place it on the table. Trixie raised a brow and, after a moment’s hesitation, slowly turned around to face Twilight, giving her a look of deep longing and need. “Why...?” Why was Twilight taking the belt off already? And why did its removal seem just as humbling, yet exciting, as having it put on her had been?

Twilight moved forward and licked Trixie’s cheek playfully. “Because I gave ‘Trixie’ that belt to help keep her humble and restrained. But right now...” She turned around and bent herself over the edge of the table, turning her head to give her dumbfounded lover a sly wink. “...that’s the last thing I want from you, my love.”

Trixie’s eyes almost popped out of her head at the sight of Twilight presenting herself that way, while her words caused Trixie’s legs to shake for a different reason as they clicked in her mind. Suddenly, Twilight was no longer the calm, rational, and somewhat adorably-awkward unicorn Trixie had woken up snuggled against just a few minutes ago. She was a seductive, exciting, sexually-aroused mare who knew just what she wanted, and who she wanted it from. She wanted what Trixie had given her last night... and this time, she was offering herself for it willingly.

Just the thought of it took Trixie’s breath away as she gazed at Twilight’s hindquarters. Twilight, feeling Trixie’s eyes on her back there, both blushed adorably and smiled wickedly to herself as she slowly, deliberately lifted her tail, exposing herself to her marefriend and lover. The soft folds nestled between her hind legs were already visibly damp with arousal and anticipation.

Perhaps it was her love for Twilight, perhaps her own personality, or maybe it was simply the lack of the belt along her hide, but the sight of Twilight’s arousal glistening against her mare-folds triggered something in Trixie. A wicked grin began to form along her muzzle. “Trixie did always like your flanks, Twilight. Though I do think they looked better in red...” She bit her lip in excitement as she walked toward her lover. She, too, was feeling a definite wetness between her hind legs, and the scent of their mutual arousal sent shivers up the spines of both mares.

Twilight felt her breath catch in her throat as Trixie returned to her more familiar dominant attitude. She kept her eyes locked on Trixie’s, turning her head to follow the azure mare, as her legs began to tremble in anticipation and longing. “I love you, Trixie...”

“I love you too, Twilight.” Her words were sweet, even as she gave Twilight’s rump a firm swat with her hoof. She gently ran her hoof over the soft pink imprint left behind, before tracing her way downward a bit more. “And Trixie can see just how much you love her,” she added, giving Twilight a playful wink as she started to rub gently – almost too gently, causing Twilight to let out a loud gasp and a moan of pleasure and need.

“Ahhhhh! Trixieeeee....” She fell across the table, her body going limp, as that soft touch seemed to take control of her own body away from her.

Trixie chuckled softly as she continued to rub Twilight’s soft marefolds, teasing her until she had the lavender unicorn trembling. “Trixie will certainly enjoy this... and I know you will...” She pressed her hoof forward gently to spread her lover’s plump outer folds... only to pull her hoof back and smack it across her flank once more. “...Twilight Spankle,” she finished with a soft little chuckle.

Twilight moaned softly as she felt the hoof pressing against her mound, only to squeal in frustration as the pleasant stimulation was suddenly taken away and replaced by another sharp, stinging smack to her rump. She began to breathe heavily as she flexed her haunches and relaxed them, trying hard to regain her composure as the unexpected combination of pleasure and pain sent her mind reeling.

Trixie grinned at Twilight’s reaction as she raised her hoof to her lips and gave it a tentative lick. “You taste as good as you feel, lover,” she murmured into Twilight’s ear as she came up to nuzzle her submissive lavender marefriend. “And Trixie is going to make you feel very, very good indeed.”

Twilight sighed contentedly, leaning her head into the affectionate nuzzling. “Bananas...” she whispered, giggling a bit at Trixie’s raised brow of confusion. “That’s the safeword. Bananas,” she added.

“You’re bananas,” Trixie replied, sharing the giggle before nodding her understanding.

Suddenly, pain blossomed across Twilight’s backside again as Trixie gave her flank several sharp swats with her hoof – but before she could even make a gasp of protest, her marefriend’s hoof was back between her legs again, and she melted helplessly under the pleasure as Trixie rubbed the wet folds in slow circles. “HnnnHHH! Oh, T-Trixiiiieee... I... p-please...” Almost of their own accord, her haunches started to move in a rhythm matching the pressure of Trixie’s hoof against her mound, but Trixie continued to make her lover suffer the delicious frustration of never quite getting the full amount of stimulation she craved, making sure to pull her hoof back every time Twilight tried to push herself onto it.

“No, no, no... not yet, my precious Twilight Sparkle. You’ve been very naughty, teasing Trixie like this, and naughty mares don’t deserve that... yet,” she added, the last word speaking volumes to Twilight. She would get exactly as much pleasure as Trixie permitted, and no more. “Naughty mares have to earn that, don’t they... don’t they?!” she snapped, punctuating her sudden question with two sharp smacks of her hoof right at the most sensitive spots on Twilight’s backside, making the lavender unicorn squeal and bite her lip as the pain caught her by surprise again.

“Y-yes, Trixie!” she gasped.

“Much better,” Trixie smiled. “Now, let’s see... Trixie could use your belt across your own flanks...” she said, pretending to think out loud as she resumed rubbing Twilight’s wet folds, though she already knew what she was going to do. Twilight moaned piteously as she was teased like never before. She squirmed and wriggled against the table, trying hard to find some form of relief, but there was none to be had. Trixie had her exactly where she wanted her... exactly where Twilight had offered to place herself.

“It would be an appropriately sweet revenge...” Trixie continued. “Even if Trixie isn’t actually looking for revenge anymore.” She abruptly pulled her hoof back and delivered ten more sharp swats, five on each cutie mark, making Twilight gasp and moan as the stinging pain blossomed across her flanks again, intensifying as each swat struck the same target multiple times in quick succession. The fire in her rear did nothing to quell the fire in her loins; if anything, the pain seemed to be making the pleasure even sweeter.

Endorphins... painful sensations... inducing euphoria... bonding experience... I think... I understand why... ponies do this... the broken thoughts flashed through her head, though she couldn’t concentrate on any of them for long, and didn’t really want to just now. But even as aroused as she was, a small part of Twilight’s brain could never stop working, analyzing, and trying to understand anything new, and she had to giggle softly at herself. I really am such a geek sometimes...!

“No... Trixie thinks she’ll let you keep that belt as something precious and special,” Trixie said, chuckling at Twilight’s expression. “Besides... Trixie paid good bits for her own special toy; it would be a shame to let those bits go to waste. Don’t you agree?” With a quick flash of magic, she summoned her crop from her saddlebag upstairs, and hovered it menacingly in front of her with the tip aimed straight at Twilight’s rump. “Spread your legs... pet.”

Twilight squeaked as Trixie’s final word bit like the crop, but even the forcefulness was laced with a passionate longing. She quickly turned her head away, looking resolutely forward, not wanting to see it coming as she obeyed, spreading her rear legs as far apart as she could, trembling with fear of the wicked, evil mare she’d willingly surrendered herself to.

Trixie smiled, delighted by the sight before her. Her precious Twilight, completely exposed before her now, helpless and vulnerable and so very, very visibly aroused with that glistening wetness all along her plump marefolds and even dampening the insides of her thighs a little. “Mmmm... now that’s what Trixie likes to see,” she teased, as she brought the crop up to draw its tip slowly across the center of Twilight’s fully exposed mound, trailing the dampness upward as she circled the tip along the puckered opening under her tail, delighting in the soft whimpers Twilight made in response.

Twilight’s squeaks and moans were music to Trixie’s ears as the tip played along her folds. She bit her lip and cried out, in fear and anticipation, as her own liquids were played along her rosebud. The sensation was exquisite and frightening all at once; the lavender unicorn had never touched herself there in a sexual manner before, and certainly had never had anypony else do so! The fact that it was that wicked crop doing the touching just made it seem even naughtier, like she was being forced to do something dirty and forbidden. “Pl... please, Mistress!” she heard herself cry out.

Trixie stopped moving the crop as she heard that unexpected cry from Twilight, and her playful grin grew even wider. “Oh, my... you really know what Trixie likes, pet,” she purred as she tapped the crop’s rod between the cleft of Twilight’s backside. “Trixie has always wanted to hear you squeal, Twilight. Hear you squeal, and beg,” she said, punctuating each word with those playful taps, keeping Twilight on the edge with anticipation and fear. “Although not for the same reasons as she does now, of course. But either way, this seems the perfect opportunity, don’t you think?” She raised the crop into the air, then drove it down sharply across Twilight’s tailhole.

Twilight shivered as she listened to Trixie’s words, her eyes widening as she realized just what was to come. She tensed up just before the strike fell... Oh no... oh please... she wouldn’t really...!

“EEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!”

Trixie got her wish as Twilight’s squeals echoed through the room. She clenched and unclenched her cheeks as that place under her tail blazed with pain in a way she’d never even imagined. Yet somehow, the pain only made her even wetter, and through the pain she felt a sense of both astonishment and lustful need as she felt her marehood winking invitingly to the wicked showmare. “Th... thank you... Mistress...” she gasped out, surprising herself.

Trixie laughed as she looked over her “victim” with lust-filled eyes, enjoying the sounds of Twilight’s squeals and the unmistakeable sign of her arousal. Hearing Twilight call her “Mistress” again, and thank her for the pain she’d just inflicted, was just the icing on the cake. “Look at you, Twilight Sparkle,” she said, pretending disapproval. “You’re soaked. You really do enjoy having your flanks smacked like the naughty mare you are... don’t you.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Twilight’s response was immediate, without any hesitation, bringing another smile to Trixie’s face.

“And you want Trixie to punish your naughty flanks, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress!” Twilight said, smiling a little herself as that analytical little corner of her mind worked out how the game was to proceed next. “Please... I... I mean, your pet has been very naughty, and... and... um... she begs you punish her as she deserves, Mistress.”

Oh, you are good, Twilight Sparkle! Trixie thought to herself with a silent laugh. I wonder which one of your books you got that out of? “Of course, my love,” Trixie said aloud as she raised the crop over Twilight’s flanks once more. “Since you asked so nicely... Trixie will give her precious little pet exactly what she deserves.” She gave Twilight a moment to brace herself, then brought the crop down across her flanks, alternating between the left and right side in turn. This time, instead of starting off with the strikes at full force, she started off slowly and more gently, gradually increasing the force every couple of minutes or so as she struck every inch of her “pet’s” hindquarters with precision, watching Twilight’s lavender backside slowly turning a deeper, hotter purple as her skin reddened underneath the fur.

Twilight closed her eyes tight, biting down on a hoof as she whimpered softly in pain and deep pleasure, her flanks stinging and burning with a painful fire rivaled only by the liquid heat of her own arousal. “Please... Mis...tress....” she moaned, feeling herself growing wetter by the moment, her own dewy moisture trickling down the inside of her legs as she writhed and squirmed while the strikes continued to fall across her sore hindquarters, dreading every strike even as she heard herself begging for more of it...

And then, without warning, Trixie changed tactics. Suddenly, the crop went splat! directly onto Twilight’s wet marehood, not so hard as to truly hurt her, but more than enough to sting ferociously. Trixie’s reward for this was another ringing squeal of pain, followed by a deep moan as Trixie rubbed the crop’s tip against those wet folds, stimulating her willing victim right at the most sensitive spot, over her clit. Just when the pain seemed almost forgotten and buried under the intense pleasure...

...Trixie struck her marefolds with the crop again. Twilight squealed in pain and melted in pleasure as the combination, and her willing submission to it, hit Twilight in places she never even realized she had within herself. Oh, dear sun and moon, it... hurts!... and it’s... I want... I... please...! Unable to even complete a thought, she trembled in pain, fear, and need under the assault, barely able to hold herself upright as she felt her knees going weak from the strain of holding her spread-legged position despite the torment being inflicted on her sensitive marehood. “Pleeeeeease, Miss...tressssss!”

Another strike... another loud squeal of pain, followed by helpless moans of pleasure as her clit was rubbed by the crop’s tip, blending the fiery pain with exquisite pleasure. And another... another... until finally, on the seventh strike, Twilight broke, letting out a scream that was somewhere between agony and ecstasy as she fell limp against the table, shaking uncontrollably, her winking marehood dripping on the floor as she lost herself in an orgasm unlike any she’d ever experienced.

Trixie immediately tossed the crop to the floor and brought her muzzle just inches from her marefriend’s flower, taking a deep sniff. “Truly amazing, my love,” she said, genuinely impressed. The lavender bookworm was made of tougher stuff than Trixie had thought; she hadn’t expected Twilight to be able to endure that for more than a couple of strikes. But seven shots of the crop, right to her marehood? That was a lot more than she’d have thought Twilight could handle! More than Trixie could take, I’m sure! she thought to herself with a giggle. Although... it might be interesting to find out...

Putting that thought aside, Trixie nuzzled in closer, pressing her muzzle in between Twilight’s cheeks, and drew her tongue slowly and sensuously over those wet folds, tasting the delightfully musky flavor of her marefriend. Twilight was so very, very wet... “My, my... you did enjoy that, didn’t you, pet...” Gently, she began to lap at Twilight’s mound, soothing the painful burn of the crop with tender licks, while working her tongue in between the plump outer folds to give even more pleasure.

Twilight was completely oblivious to anything but the burning in her flanks, the exquisite agony in her cropped mound, and the lingering glow of her orgasm, so she never heard Trixie’s comments, at least not consciously. She did, however, feel that tongue lapping across her sensitive, aching petals. Sensitized by her own arousal, and made over-sensitive by the crop, even the soft touch of Trixie’s tongue provoked another ringing squeal of pain and pleasure. “AAAAIEEEHHAH! TRIXIEEEEE PLEEEEASE!!”

Trixie giggled softly and began driving her tongue deeply into Twilight’s marehood, lapping at the musky wetness trickling from those soft, dark-lavender folds, sliding her tongue in and out in a steady rhythm as if it were the piston of a motor, each lap driving Twilight mad with lust. Pressing her muzzle firmly against Twilight’s wet mound, she inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her incredibly-horny marefriend as she nuzzled her there, making sure that the lavender unicorn’s clit got its share of attention. “Come on now, pet... Trixie wants to hear her precious Twilight Sparkle...” she said – although with her muzzle buried up against Twilight’s mound, Twilight couldn’t have made sense of the muffled words even if her own squeals and screams of pleasure hadn’t been ringing off the walls.

Twilight was lost. She felt her marehood clenching down on the intruder plunging in and out of her marehood, but her slick dampness made it impossible to hold. She moaned and cried incoherently, her excitement building higher and higher, losing awareness of everything around her except the endless pleasure of Trixie’s tongue blending so incredibly with the pain in her flanks, taking her to a place she could never have reached by her own hoof. She began kicking the floor and banging on the table as each lick stripped what little self-control she had left away from her, breaking her once again, little by little, lick by lick, until one last deep lick and soft suckling at her clit threw her over the edge.

“TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Twilight let out a piercing scream as she unleashed the flood. Her whole body shook, bucking so hard against the table she nearly tipped it over, and Trixie had to react fast to catch the lamp in her magic before it hit the floor. Twilight’s horn sparked, firing off a flare of purple light that bathed the walls in fluorescent color – not an uncommon reaction for a unicorn in the throes of orgasm, but one which delighted Trixie nonetheless. It took a deep, powerful, and truly satisfying climax to make a unicorn’s horn involuntarily “ejaculate” their magic like that, and Twilight’s world was clearly being rocked by one right now. And Trixie had been the one to give it to her.

Trixie had given something special, to a mare she cared about. She liked that thought.

“Ba... bana... nas...”

That single weakly-whispered word snapped Trixie’s attention back to Twilight. In a flash, she caught Twilight in her magic, holding her up as the lavender unicorn’s strength finally gave out. “Easy, my love, easy...” she murmured softly, gently lowering the dazed, exhausted mare to the floor. “Easy now, I’ve got you... Trixie’s here, pet...”

Twilight’s only answer was a deep, soft sigh as Trixie helped her lay down on the floor. Her heavy panting began to slow as she came down from whatever dizzying height her orgasm had taken her to, and her glazed-over eyes slowly fluttered closed. In moments, she was fast asleep, a little puddle of drool collecting under her half-open mouth, which made Trixie giggle softly. Sometimes Twilight was just too adorably awkward for words.

Trixie stepped back from the exhausted mare, then sat back on her haunches and just watched Twilight sleep for a few minutes. The sight was a memory to treasure. Hopefully, the first of many. It will be. I’ll do whatever it takes to stay with you, Twilight Sparkle... no matter what. And if humbling myself before your friends is what it takes... then that’s what it takes. The Great and Powerful Trixie is done with running away from her mistakes.

Her muzzle was still drenched in Twilight’s lust, and the powerful scent made Trixie’s own marehood soaking-wet with need. Unfortunately, Twilight was in no condition to fulfill that need at the moment. Trixie sighed softly to herself as she summoned a towel and began cleaning herself off. “You would fall asleep...” she said with a playful note of disappointment in her voice, even though she doubted Twilight could hear it, as she used the towel to gently clean her lover as well.

Finally, she laid the the towel on top of the puddle of juices Twilight had dripped onto the floor during her “punishment”, then settled into one of the comfortable chairs and tried to relax as she waited for the one she truly loved to awaken. She would have liked to lay down and cuddle while Twilight slept, but considering the state they were both in, she didn’t think she could resist the temptation of wrapping herself around that warm lavender body and...

“Trixie hopes you wake up soon,” she told the unconscious mare with an amused smile. “Trixie has a Great and Powerful Hunger... and you’re the only one that can unlock the door.”

Author's Note

The long awaiting (At least I hope) Sequel to "Many uses of a Brush" is finally started. With my first attempt at clop as well... Don't expect more of that for a few chapters though.

Hope you enjoyed the ride, as sadly this story will be far longer between posts, as I now have a Co-Writer to help make this story exactly what I hoped it could be.

Thanks again to Triskelion for his much appreciated help.