A Captive Audience

The train rumbles on as trees and meadows pass by the window. Briefly, I deign to consider the scenery before refocusing on something much more important: my reflection. For a second, its shocking beauty takes my confusion away: the certain violet eyes, the deep azure coat, the simple silver forelock, the short, narrow muzzle. I grin at the mare in the window and briefly consider kissing her. So beautiful. But, even that’s not enough to distract me. I look back to the creased letter with its fraying sides.

Dear Trixie, the Great and Powerful,

Wherever and whenever you get this letter, I hope it finds you well. I’ve tried to write this several times. In fact, this is the 7th iteration, and I just can’t find any way to structure my thoughts. I have things I want to say, and when I go to put them down, I don’t want to say them. It’s a very awkward feeling. I’m sure that’s something you rarely experience, if ever.

I know that we haven’t parted on the best of terms before. Even after your brilliant and helpful pyrotechnics display, I imagine that you may hold some resentment against me. I hope that that isn’t the case; I’d like to be able to call myself your friend.

Given all of that, I’ll just ask: would you come to my home in Ponyville at your earliest convenience? It’s the Golden Oaks Library; anyone in Ponyville can direct you to it. I have things I would like to talk to you about that I just can’t convey in a letter.

Your hopeful friend,

Twilight Sparkle

“Sparkle...” The word grates. “What the hay could you want to talk to Trixie about, especially -- especially after all she’s done...” I rest my head on my shoulder and sigh in earnest. This is something I’ve rarely felt: remorse, shame. Whenever I think about Sparkle, or her friends, or Ponyville, it happens. My stomach tumbles. I want to flatten my ears and close my eyes. The adoring stares I so deserve become stabbing, terrifying. I just want to disappear. I sigh again, cover my eyes with a hoof, and hide my face away in the corner formed by the seat and the wall. Finally, after a bumpy wagon ride from a no-name town on the coast west of the San Palomino desert, and a long train ride from Los Pegasus, I won’t have to wonder, I guess.

***

I stand outside the front door of the library. Each breath is a struggle. I’ve waited for nearly twenty minutes in the falling dark, listening to the sounds of the reposing village, the quiet thumps of books, the occasional banter between the purple unicorn and her dragon assistant.

“Thanks for all of your help, Spike. Would you mind doing one more thing for me?” I hear Twilight inside.

“Sure, Twilight. What’s up?” The dragon replies.

“I could really go for a cup of oats and berries, and I could use a snack for later tonight. Please?”

The dragon’s voice grows louder. “‘Kay. Maybe I’ll get some hay fries, too?”

“Whatever you want. Treat yourself.”

“Alright!” The door pops open. The stumpy, purple dragon and I face eachother awkwardly. I look away, putting the long hood of my purple cloak between us. “Uh, Twilight? Were you expecting somepony?” He says.

“No.” From inside comes the sound of a book, or several, being set down. From the corner of my eye, I see the purple unicorn step up beside the dragon. “Is that -- Trixie?”

“Trixie?” The dragon says, incredulous. “So -- uh...” He looks at Twilight.

“It’s okay, Spike. I was -- expecting her, or at least hoping she’d stop by -- not necessarily tonight, but some time. Please, come in, Trixie. Do you want something to eat?”

After a moment of silence, I manage to meet Sparkle’s gaze. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will graciously accept any tokens of admiration you offer. Maybe a cupcake?”

Sparkle smiles. “Okay. Spike, why don’t you add a box of cupcakes to that?”

The dragon looks between Sparkle and I and shrugs. “Alright, Twilight. Whatever you say.” As he waddles away, he mutters, “Crazy pony.”

With a big, stupid grin on her face, Sparkle turns and waves me inside. “Come on, Trixie! I can’t wait to talk to you! I -- I just... Come on!”

I follow her. I suppose it’s finally time to find out what this stupid purple unicorn wants. This stupid, amazing purple unicorn. “So, what do you want, Twilight Sparkle?” Ouch. My delivery was just a little off. I was going for friendly, not heinous. Really. She looks back at me with a little frown. I guess she’s disappointed or something? “Uhm -- The Great and Powerful Trixie apologizes. Like, I didn’t mean that how it sounded. I mean -- what were you so eager to talk about, Sparkle?”

She sighs. Great, way to go, Trixie. Why don’t you just knock the dragon down and stomp on their food when he gets back? That’ll definitely tickle her. She was the pony who taught you about friendship; she was the only one who cared enough to. “...one of the worse scenarios I had prepared for. I couldn’t find much material on winning over a pony who doesn’t like you, however misguided they may be. So -- do you think there’s any way we could be friends?”

I think I’ve missed something. “Wait, what? I was -- distracted.”

She huffs. “I said, it seems like you dislike me. Even after you helped us clean up and helped me with the celebration for Princess Celestia and the Saddle Arabian dignitaries, you’ve got something against me. Why?”

My jaw seems to clench on its own. I take a breath and make sure to stay calm. “You humiliated me. You tricked me. You’re -- you’re a better magician than I am, stronger, smarter.” At this point my cheeks are burning and I can barely keep from trembling. “How could I not? Even if you forgave me, I still can’t perform, at least, not as the Great and Powerful Trixie, not like I used to. Now I’m just a two-bit storyteller and stage magician. Noone cares about the Great and Powerful Trixie.” As hard as I’ve tried not to, I end up screaming. “You destroyed her, and what does that leave me with? What!?”

Her reply is quiet. “Yourself. Your true self.”

“What?”

She looks down as she says, “Well, the Great and Powerful Trixie was a lie, wasn’t she? No Ursa Major, no true, great feats of magic, but you are a great storyteller, and your illusions and prestidigitation are top-notch.” She looks up, and her eyes look troubled. “You can be who you were meant to be, instead of being a lonely fraud. You can have friends. We could be friends. Haha.” She laughs. Laughs! The nerve! “Wait, please don’t be mad. I was just thinking -- this is what’s so attractive about you.” Attractive? Buh? “It’s hardly been two minutes and we’re right to the heart of things. You’re so intense, so sure of yourself. Even when you don’t know what’s going on, even if you charge in like an idiot, you’re so certain. You never have to look at a book to decide on a course of action. I -- I guess I admire that.”

“Idiot -- you -- admire?” I’m -- uh -- yeah. “What?”

Sparkle is on me. All I can see is her indigo, rose-striped forelock. Her horn clacks against mine, resounding in my forehead. Her hoof is warm as she pulls me into her lips. They’re really warm too. Each breath’s an exercise. My heart’s tap-dancing. I back up until my flank’s against the wall. Sparkle is fixed in the center of my vision, dancing around to the shaky tune of my breath. “What -- what are you doing!?”

Looking at me, Sparkle almost seems like she’s going to cry. “I -- I like you. I’ve thought about this a lot. After the incident with the Alicorn Amulet, I was -- preoccupied -- with you. I thought about you, and I asked around about the things you had done in your travels. Even taken with a grain of salt, everything I heard was -- exciting. I wanted you, so I did some research and came up with a strategy. My books said that the best way to approach someone like you would be directly, that if I made sure you knew how I felt, you might respond in kind. And that’s -- that’s where we are now. Well?”

Before me, the mighty Twilight Sparkle is practically begging with a quivering lip and teary eyes. This show just gets more confusing as it goes on. I direct my eyes to somewhere much safer: the floor. She -- likes me. She said she admires me. And she’s so bucking cute when she looks at me like that. I wonder if it was anything like this for her on that night after I lost the Amulet. What do I say? “What exactly do you want, Sparkle?”

“Just you, Trixie. I want that confidence, that unshakeable certainty. You’re so -- exciting. Also -- I want to be your friend. You seemed so lonely, especially after you came back with the Amulet. There’s a good pony in there, behind the braggart and the liar -- one who just wants to be loved.”

Braggart!? Liar!? I unclench my jaw and let out a breath. I -- I guess she’s right, not that I could tell her that. I huff. “Of course there’s a good pony inside me, Sparkle. Whatever any pony thinks I am, whatever else I may be, I am the Great and Powerful Trixie. I’m just glad you can see that, even if you are being rude little filly.”

Sparkle gives me the most satisfying frown, before giving me an equally satisfying grin. I could get used to this. She’s so bucking cute. “Is this is how it’s going to be? I can accept that,” She says.

My lips curve, mirroring Sparkle’s. I hide my blush behind the side of my hood. “Maybe I can too.”

Sparkle coughs. “So -- what now?”

I look back at her. She looks hopeful -- expectant -- maybe even sultry? “Well...” I start fumbling for words. How do I know what to do now? My stomach rumbles. I never thought I’d be thankful for the hungry life I lead. I force a chuckle and look down at my chest. “Oh, look at that. Could we wait until the dragon gets back with that food?”

“Spike.”

Spike? What does that mean? I look at her. “What?”

“His name is Spike.” She sounds annoyed, which can’t be a good thing.

I lift my hoof and rub my cheek. “Oh, sorry. Spike. I never was good with other ponies’ names.”

“You remembered mine easily enough.”

“Your name is worth remembering. You’re -- amazing. You took every title I ever had: Great, Powerful, and even Trixie.” Saying this, I don’t feel like I would expect to. I don’t know what I feel, but it’s something really weird.

“What? Trixie? How can I take your name?”

“My parents named me,” I can hardly bear to spit it out, “Beatrix. When I went to magic kindergarten, I was already starting on my illusions and everything. Once, when I tricked this colt into missing his chair by making a fake one, a filly I was crushing on started calling me ‘Trixie’. Trick-sy. When -- when I came back, with the amulet, you tricked me. I was stronger than you; you didn’t have a chance of beating me, but you tricked me into taking the Amulet off using illusions I never could have pulled off. You out-tricked me. You know, that nickname made my day. In fact, that was when I got my cutie mark.”

I’m not sure I like the way Sparkle starts looking at me. “You got your cutie mark for tricking another pony like that? But that seems -- really mean.”

I roll my eyes. “Who are you going to trick, if not other ponies?”

“That’s fine, but you can be nicer about it, like Pinkie Pie or Rainbow Dash.”

The pink one and the blue one? “But - but the mean ones always got more laughs. I was just giving ponies what they wanted.”

“That isn’t always a good idea.”

“But-but...” As I try to form a counter-argument, the door glides open and the dragon’s -- I mean Spike’s -- whiny little voice cries out, “Hey, Twilight, I’m back!” Both of us turn to face him as he continues,.“So, are you girls still hungry?”

I take the liberty of answering. “Of course we are -- Spike.”

He glowers at me for a second, then sighs and looks at Sparkle. “Alright, here you go.” He sets the food down on Sparkle’s desk and starts munching on his hay fries.

Sparkle levitates a cup to her mouth and starts gulping down a mixture of milk, honeyed oats, and blueberries that’s come into vogue recently. “Wow. You really like that stuff, huh, Sparkle? Somehow, I thought you’d be a little daintier eating.”

Blushing, Sparkle grins and chuckles. “Heh. When you’re hungry, you’re hungry.” I know enough about reading ponies to see that she’s nervous, or uncomfortable. She swishes her tail and I smell something. “What is that, Sparkle?”

Sparkle rubs a hoof against the ground. “W-what are you talking about?”

I open a box, levitate a cupcake over, and take a big bite. Red velvet and cream cheese? It’s amazing. I take another bite, almost finishing it. “That smell?”

Her blush gets redder. “Oh, nothing! Soooo -- it seems like you really don’t like the name Beatrix; why is that?”

I look at her through narrowed eyelids. Her ploy is obvious, childish even, but I’ll let her go, this time. Besides, I need to finish this amazing cupcake. “Take your pick: Beaty, Beet-head, a bunch of others that probably aren’t appropriate for some ponies in the room. Beatrix is a stupid name; nopony will take you seriously. Besides, Trixie is much better, non?”

“I don’t know,” The -- Spike -- pipes up, “It’s kinda nice. It sounds like a lady’s name.”

I glare at him. “Who asked -- I mean -- the Great and Powerful Trixie concedes the possibility -- maybe.”

Spike sniffs. “Whatever,” he says before stuffing another load of fries into his mouth. He’s an insolent little thing, but if Sparkle can tolerate him, then so can I.

“The Great and Apologetic Trixie asks for your forgiveness, Spike. I’m still getting used to this -- friendship -- thing.”

He waves a stupid little claw in my direction. “Eh, don’t sweat it. You kinda remind me of Twilight, before we came to Ponyville. Well, a lot more full of yourself and not nearly as cool, but still -- kinda.”

How many times am I going to be insulted tonight!? In the heat of the moment, I’m not sure what expression I’m wearing, but I’m sure wrathful would be a charitable description. “Why, you...”

Sparkle’s hoof is on my shoulder. “Ha-ha! I’m sure Spike is just kidding, right, Spike?”

The dragon is looking at me and Sparkle with wide eyes. “Yeah, Twilight,” he stammers, “I was just joking.” He fixes his eyes on me and grins nervously. “I-if Twilight thinks you’re okay, then I’m okay with you too.”

I barely calm down enough to stop myself at an eye roll. “Oh, I’m so relieved.”

The dragon rolls his eyes right back. The nerve! “Jeez. Just try to take it when a pony puts his hoof out in friendship, alright?” Following his word, he puts out a claw to me. “Friends?”

I look at Sparkle. She smiles slowly and nods in the dragon’s direction. With as exasperated a sigh as I can muster, I put a hoof out and let Spike grasp it. “Alright, Spike. Friends.”

Sparkle squeals. “Oh, look at you two! Thank you for being so understanding, both of you.”

Spike rubs the spines on the back of his head. “What can a dragon do?”

Sparkle steps forward and nuzzles his face. “Actually, you could see about staying with Snips or Snails tonight, if you want. I know you’ve been asking for a night off for a while now.”

“Oh, wow!” Spike shouts. “Yeah, I’m sure the guys’ll be up for a sleepover. Thanks, Twilight!”

“Of course, Spike. You’ve been doing a really good job; you deserve some time off. In fact, take tomorrow off too.”

With another shout, Spike heads upstairs. “I just need to get a few things.”

I look at Twilight. She looks back, and I can see the excitement in her eyes. “What is it?” I ask.

Just a minute, she mouths with a grin.

I shake my head and take another cupcake, demolishing it in one bite. I swear, either these are the best things I’ve ever had, or it’s been longer than I thought since I last ate. After a minute, Spike returns with a bag on a stick over his shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Twilight,” he shouts as he runs out the door.

“Bye, Spike,” she shouts after him. As she closes the door, she lifts her tail from between her flanks and a wave of musk washes over me. Mystery solved, I guess.

My nose crinkles. “You are excited, Sparkle.”

She walks up to me, slowly, her flanks weaving from side to side. “Of course.” With a sigh, she nuzzles the side of my neck. Her hot breath, the give of her nose: it-it does feel good.

“Sparkle,” I whisper as she starts kissing me, “Are you sure you want this?”

Her lips work their way up to mine, leaving a trail of warm, damp fur. With a final press of the lips, she puts a hornswidth between us and gazes up at me, her eyes half closed. “Only if you do.”

I wrap a foreleg around the back of her neck, pull her close, and put my lips against hers. Her lips softly give as I slip my tongue inside. My tongue meets hers, firm, soft, yielding, dancing, and I can taste honey and blueberries. After a moment, I let her go and look down on her as she looks up at me, helpless, panting. “Was there ever any doubt?” I can feel the smug smile on my face as I say it. It feels good.

Sparkle must like it too, because she’s smiling. “Then -- call me a rude little filly again,” she says, breathless.

My smile widens, and I’m sure my grin could be called positively evil. All at once, I see what she wants. Who am I to deny her -- or myself? “Alright, my rude little filly.” I let the words drip from my lips. “I’m going to make you pay for those insults earlier, and you’re going to like it, aren’t you?”

She nuzzles my cheek and quietly sighs. “Yes, Trixie.”

I circle around her and put a hoof on her shoulder. “Then get on your knees, Sparkle.”

She lets herself down to her knees and cannons, then looks back at me, her eyes hesitant, her smile hopeful. She looks down and murmurs, “There’s something you may want to get, in the leftmost drawer over there.” She points with her muzzle.

As I walk over, I pull the drawer open with my magic. I look inside and my breath catches in my throat. Beside a small book, some quills, and a few rolls of parchment sits a small ring made of some dark crystal. It looks like just the right size to fit on a unicorn’s horn. I look back at Sparkle. “Is -- is this...”

“Yes. After you came back with the amulet, I thought it might be useful, some day. I -- I guess we get to test it now.”

I swallow. My stomach turns a bit as I pick up the ring. As I walk back to Sparkle, I can’t catch my breath. I’m no stranger to the one-night tumble, but this is something else. If she’s going to such pains, she must be dead serious about this. Sweet Celestia. She trusts me. If I wanted to hurt her, I wouldn’t even need the amulet: you don’t need to be strong to stop a cripple. She’d be powerless, and this time, I would have my wits; she’d have no way to stop me from doing whatever I wanted. As I straddle her back, I whisper in her ear, “I won’t hurt you, Sparkle. I promise.”

She leans her head back, presenting her horn to me. “I know,” she whispers, “You’re a good pony, Trixie.” She smirks and something, probably her tail, flicks my flank. “And exciting.”

I smile as I kiss the tip of her horn. I slip the ring over it carefully and slide it down. She closes her eyes and grits her teeth. A light pulses along the bottom of her horn and stops at the ring. “Nothing,” she says, “I’m at your mercy.”

I gently pull on her ear with my magic and nibble its tip. “And I plan to take full advantage.” She giggles and squirms, trying to turn her head away. “Ah-ah, Sparkle,” I say as I hold her muzzle in place with another field of magic, “You’re not getting out of this.” She gives me the cutest moan as I bite down softly and flick the tip of her ear with my tongue.

I let go of her jaw, nose aside her mane, and move down her neck, returning the trail of kisses she gave me earlier. Slowly, I draw a hoof down her front until I reach her chest. Her whole body shivers under me and she gasps, “T-Trixie.”

My chest touches Sparkle’s back as I nip at her neck. Her muscles ripple under my lips. “Mmm, I like it,” I whisper, “You’re more athletic than I would have thought you’d be.”

“Thanks. Every morning, I go running with RarITYYYY--” The white one with the green mane? Either way, my distraction worked. While she’s talking, I get to one side, grab her barrel between my hooves, and turn her on her side. “Aaaaooohwhatareyoudoing?” She looks up at me with her cannons pulled up to her neck, her eyes wide with surprise -- or fear.

I grin down at her and start pulling my cloak off. “Oh, nothing, dear Sparkle. You were telling me about your runs with Rarity.”

Her lip quivers delightfully for a second before she continues. “W-well, she says it’s important...” She trails off as I use my magic to make my cloak dance in front of her, quick flourishes confusing and misdirecting, hiding me from her. “It’s important for a lady to exercise to keep her figure...” I crouch down, putting my face just in front of hers, as the cloak slowly winds around her forelegs. “I-It’s also part of keeping a healthy body,” she finishes weakly, “I read that.”

“And you’ve done a great job with it,” I whisper into her ear, running a hoof along the center of her chest, down to her belly, “Your physique almost rivals that of the Great and Powerful Trixie.”

She smiles, even as the purple cloth starts knotting itself in front of her. “You are much stronger than I would have expected. Does a showpony do much physical labor?”

I turn Sparkle on her back and step over her, biting my lip in appreciation of the way her flanks spread wide, revealing the glistening plum lips of her marehood. “Don’t you remember my wagon? I hauled it for years, before it got destroyed.” She frowns and looks away. “You do remember! That’s another thing I need to punish you for.” That gets her attention. As she looks up at me, I let myself down until I’m pressed against her. “Do you want me to be gentle -- or rough?”

Her big, violet eyes meet my gaze every few seconds before darting away. She presses her bound forelegs against my chest and murmurs, “Maybe -- maybe both?”

I kiss the crook of her neck. “I like it, Sparkle. Maybe just a little of both,” I smirk and brush her cheek, “or maybe I’ll just leave you like this for little Spike.”

She smiles up at me. Her eyes never leave mine. “No, you won’t.” Oh, she’s bold. Her voice gets deeper, hoarser. “You’re as aroused by this as I am.”

Aroused? Aroused!? Laughter spews from my lips and I fall onto my side, landing with one leg over Sparkle’s chest. “Pffft, Sparkle, you’re priceless. ‘You’re as aroused by this as I am!’ Ha ha ha ha!”

She’s silent for a moment. When she speaks, she sounds upset. “I -- I’ve made a fool of myself, haven’t I?”

My laughter dies to a little smile. “No; well, maybe a little, but it’s cute.”

She looks away and quietly says, “I wanted to get it right. I wanted my first time to be -- right.”

That’s a bucket of cold water. “Your first time!? You -- you chose me to be your first? You’ve never had a coltfriend or fillyfriend before? You’ve never made love before?”

“I don’t know; I was never concerned about it before. But, after I got the amulet from you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And after you helped me with the show for Princess Celestia, you seemed like a different pony than when I first met you: kind, remorseful, humble, but still -- so proud.” She laughs and turns to me. “And after all of your magic with the amulet -- I started having these fantasies where -- you’d -- you’d ...” She squeals and blushes. “Oh, I just can’t tell you!”

I put my forelegs around Sparkle’s neck and pull her close. “You chose your first amante well, Sparkle,” I whisper, “Anypony should be so lucky as to have the Great and Powerful Trixie for a lover.”

“I am lucky.” Her forelegs bump my chest as she turns and reaches out. I pull back. We look at eachother and start laughing.

I smirk. “You forget?”

She smiles back, teary-eyed. “Yeah. I’m -- I’m sorry, Trixie. I’m just weird -- rushing into this with you.”

I can’t let that stand. I pull her in again, close my eyes, and kiss her slowly, letting my lips explore hers. Like before, they’re soft, supple, smooth, but instead of frantic and grasping, they’re now slowly, intensely alive, sucking and caressing in time with my own. It’s overwhelmingly immediate. With one last suckle on her lower lip, I open my eyes and break away. Writhing, she rubs her forelegs against me and looks into my eyes, pleading. “You aren’t weird.You’re just powerless to resist the allure of Trixie. Everything will be fine, if you listen to your Great and Powerful Trixie.” I hesitate for just a second, then boop her nose. “It seems like you’ve become my number one fan, so I won’t disappoint you.”

She giggles, at last giving me a beautiful, unhesitating grin. “Then what is your command, O, Great and Powerful Trixie?”

“Hmm...” I know what I want, but I make a show of considering her, eying her and pursing my lips. Finally, I smirk. “Tell me about those fantasies of yours.”

She blushes adorably. “Nononononono, I -- I can’t.”

I smile at her and light my horn. Her eyes pop open as I whip her flank lightly. “Who’s in charge here, Sparkle?”

She winces and puts her hooves against my chest. “No, please. It’s so embarrassing.”

I jerk my horn as I whip her again, harder, on the other flank. “You’ve already begged me to punish you. You smiled while I tied you up. What could you possibly want to hide from your Kind and Beneficent Trixie?”

She leans her face against my neck and quietly whines, “But -- but it’s different, saying it out loud -- to another pony.”

I switch flanks again and lash her cutie mark hard enough to make a loud smack. She whimpers and buries her nose in my neck. Celestia! She’s so cute with her ears down and her eyes shut tight. Putting on my sweetest voice, I whisper, “If you don’t tell Trixie your dirty little fantasies, she’ll have to get serious. Do you want that, Sparkle?”

She tilts her head up to look at me with a smile and rubs her nose against my chin. “I do. Harder.”

I give her a smile of my own as I let my horn dim, roll over, and stand. “Well, too bad.”

Sparkle’s lips shrink to a line as she puts her chin to her chest and stares at me with lowered eyebrows. I can’t stop my smile as it gets wider, which just makes her madder -- and more adorable; I haven’t even been close to mean enough yet.

“Don’t worry, Sparkle” I say, walking around her to her splayed flanks, “I’m not done with you: I’m just not going to give you what you want until you give me what I want.”

She grumbles and raises her head to look over her forelegs at me. “But -- Trixie -- please?”

I lay down and rest my chin between Sparkle’s legs, right above her marehood. I almost forget to keep teasing her, I’m so busy inhaling her scent, wet and racy and maybe -- sweet? -- almost like lilacs... It smells amazing and beautiful, but not overwhelming. Somehow, it’s just like the rest of Sparkle. I just have to lick her. I move my lips down to hers and stretch my tongue... “Trixiiiiieeee.” I look up as Sparkle’s moan snaps me out of it.

My eyes meet hers as she strains to look at me over her forelegs. In the smallest, most pitiful voice I’ve ever heard, she says, “Aren’t you going to punish me more?”

I huff and look away. How can anypony can be this adorable? She may even be nearing Great-and-Powerful levels of cuteness. I stand, and when did it get so hot in here? And why are the breezes so cold under my tail? Somehow, I’m as excited as Sparkle -- and -- and it’s all her fault for being so stupidly cute. I step over her hind legs and straddle her, putting one hoof down beside her head. “All of your whining and moaning has me in a self-gratifying mood, so I think I will punish you some more, but first, tell me something:” I lean down, putting my nose against hers, “A little filly as naughty and desperate as you must have a toy or two, hmm? Something long and thick? Come on, tell Trixie the truth.” When she tries to look away, I hold her muzzle in place. I whip her flank and shout, “Answer me, Sparkle!”

She whines, “I -- I do. But -- it’s upstairs -- in my room -- under my bed.”

“Not a problem,” I say, turning, “Stay right there and keep it hot for me.”

She squeals and thrashes, trying to right herself. “No! No, don’t! I’ll go get it!”

Smiling, I press her down with a spell, then walk up the stairs. As amusing as it is to think about Sparkle hobbling up the stairs and then coming back down with her dildo in her mouth, I don’t have time to waste. Luckily, there’s only one room on this floor. I go inside and, with my horn glowing, root around under the bed. Oh, she really is naughty! Behind a big wooden box, I find a pile of magazines with mares on their covers, tied up with ropes, drooling on ball gags, collared and chained. Behind those, I find it: a black dildo, as long as my cannon and almost as thick. Its ring and flared tip shine dully as I pick it up with my magic.”I foooouuuund it, Sparkle,” I sing as I canter down the stairs, “And it is nice and big.” It wobbles stiffly as I wave it in her direction.”I found your reading materials, too. And there were quite a few. How long have you had this little bondage fetish, Sparkle?”

With each word, her blush grows and grows. Looking away, she whispers, “Not long, but -- my research was very thorough.”

I stand by her head and murmur, “Mmm. If there’s anything else you want to say, now’s your chance.”

“W-what?” She asks, looking up at me with wide eyes.

I just laugh as I step over her. “Too late. Now,” I say as I sit, lowering my rear to her face, “Get to work, my little pony. If you want this,” I thump the toy against her stomach to give the proper emphasis, “You’re going to have to earn it.”

She doesn’t hesitate. Her horn digs into the back of my flank as she thrusts her muzzle against me and starts licking. Her tongue, soft and rough and insistent, draws shivers down my spine. Just as nice are the sounds, embarrassingly, deliciously loud in the silence of the library: the quick intake of breath as she pauses for a second; the hungry little moans she makes with each stroke; the quiet slurps as she changes direction. Just as I start moving my flanks in time with her tongue, she changes the rhythm, pushes the tip of her tongue inside me and starts circling, straining against one lip, then the other. A tingling heat bubbles up through my core, frothing over into my flanks, boiling up into my head. A moan escapes my throat, borne on an ecstatic, determined updraft. “Aaahmmm -- keep it up, little Sparkle,” I say, whipping one flank, then the other, pausing a second to let her squeals echo up my body, “and I may just reward you.”

I put the toy between her legs, gently pushing against her lips, nudging her open. She doesn’t miss a beat; Her tongue keeps going deeper, whirling and wiggling, making me clench and twitch and pant. “Ah -- keep it -- ah -- keep it up, Sparkle. Just like that; just like that.” I’m babbling, inane, stupid, unworthy of my power and majesty. My forelegs collapse, slowly, gently, but inexorably, dumping me on Sparkle’s soft, furry belly. How is she so good at this? How can she so easily reduce the Great and Powerful Trixie to this pitiful wreck? How!?

As I nestle my head into the welcoming crease of her flank, her excitement washes over me. Drowning in that rich, sweet, fiery scent, I feel it: quaking, moaning exuberance, surging through me, forcing my muscles straight, turning my body into a wobbling, kicking wail. The world is warm air, a hot body, thrashing limbs, and a wet fire between my legs. After a moment, far too soon, the fire hesitantly ebbs, licking only fitfully now and again with Sparkle’s tongue.

For a few seconds, I can only pant. After one last swipe, Sparkle quietly asks, “Did I do well, m-mistress?”

It’s a real effort, a swaying, noble, effort, but I manage to stand enough to turn, and then plop back down on top of Sparkle, nose-to-nose, her violet eyes soft inches away from mine. “You did alright,” I say, and press my lips against hers, “You did very, very alright.” I smile and close my eyes. Mistress. My Great but Muddled brain takes a second, but once I get it, I chuckle. “I will graciously accept the title of mistress. And you will be my little Twilight Sparkle.” The words are candy, made even sweeter by their unexpectedness. “My -- little -- Twilight...” I repeat, rolling the words around on my tongue, caressing them with my lips.

“Your Twilight.” She giggles, her grin wide, her ears tense and quivering with delight. After a second, she pushes her forelegs against me. “So -- am I still going to be rewarded, mistress?”

I throw a field of magic behind us and close it, eventually grabbing the toy from where it landed, cocked on Twilight’s rump. “Of course.” I push the dildo against her lips again. Pinning her with a stare, I fight stagefright worse than anything I ever felt in front of a crowd. “I’m going -- I’m going to f-fuck you so hard you’ll -- you’ll scream my Great and Powerful name to all of Ponyville!” It seems like all I can feel is my heart thumping. Twilight’s cheeks look as red as mine feel.

She snickers, then starts laughing outright. I join her. When she quiets down, she looks into my eyes, kisses me, and moans quietly. “Do it. Please?”

My eyes locked onto hers, I give Twilight an evil smirk. “I like that. Since you’re being such a nice, polite little filly,” I say, slowly invading her, “I will.”

She sighs roughly and puts her hooves against my chest.

I can feel the pressure of Twilight’s inside, smooth and taut, as the toy’s flared tip slips inside of her, wrapped in my magic. As I push deeper, she slides by, tight, but giving way before me. Even as she moans demurely, I can’t focus, or enjoy it. The feeling of Twilight pressing on me -- well, the toy -- is distracting, like some huge, far away buzzing, pressing against the back of my eyes.

I shake my head and snap, “Sparkle!” As her eyes widen, I dip my head, putting my glowing horn to her lips. “Suck it,” I whisper, unable to stop need from coloring my voice.

Her lips brush it, a little tease, as she quietly asks, “W-what? Your horn?”

I groan at her naivete. “It’s called a hornjob; a virgin like you wouldn’t know.” I weave my head, rubbing the tip of my horn against her lips. “It’s one of the many perks of being a great and powerful unicorn like myself -- or you. I’ve even heard some unicorn stallions say it almost rivals having a -- you know.”

“Hmm...” She murmurs. Celestia! Her voice -- rumbling up my horn -- it’s almost enough -- almost. “If the innate magic in a pony’s body interrupts the local side of the aura feedback, the superposition could cause a very powerful sensation, depending on the intensity of the remote feedback. Of course, the stronger the feedback...”

“Sparkle!” I shout, relishing the squeal that shivers up my horn as I thrust the toy deeper inside her, “Less talking, more sucking!”

Her mouth isn’t as quick to start on my horn as it was on my marehood, but after a few seconds, her lips close on it and her tongue creeps along its underside. A cold, sharp quiver trickles down its length, dripping on my brow, tickling my cheeks, making my muzzle tingle, turning my scalp and the back of my neck into one continuous frisson. The buzzing friction of Twilight’s inside becomes a tide, locked to the motion of my thrusts, flowing in bright, shuddering waves from my horn, down my neck, into my withers and back.

“Yes -- that’s much better,” I whisper, “and don’t you feel privileged to humble yourself at the source of Trixie’s magnificent magical might?”

I punctuate the question by pulling the toy back, and stabbing it in until it hits her deepest parts. She gasps, her whole body bucking under me, her lips squeezing my horn. I chuckle and settle into a rhythm, steadily filling her, letting the tide slowly ebb and flow.

“You like this, don’t you, Twilight?” I murmur, before nibbling her throat, “Letting someone as majestic and awe-inspiring as Trixie have her way with you? You like being tied up and ridden and having my horn in your mouth.” I giggle and nip her again when I feel her clench around the toy. “No need for words; a simple moan will do.”

Moan she does, right into my horn, and squeezes me with her flanks. I pick up the pace, pounding her. Each thrust forces a gratifying little sigh from her. Specks of light fill my vision, like tiny stars, sparkling brighter with every stab. Blinking away the fluff forming in my forehead, I say, “Don’t be shy; Trixie wants to hear her glorious fanfare.”

As her sighs turn to whimpers, I pull my horn from her lips. “So, Twilight -- who’s the greatest unicorn to have ever graced Equestria?”

Her reply is a brilliant swell, the crowd’s pleading wail. “You are, Trixie!”

“And the most powerful?”

“Trixie is!”

I stretch my neck and put my mouth next to her ear. “And the sexiest? Let all of Ponyville know, Twilight; make it loud!”

“Trixie is!” She screams, her back arching, her flanks extending then clamping onto mine, her forehooves digging into my belly. Her voice is the piercing call of an ecstatic fair barker, unable to but exclaim my grandeur! “The Great -- nnnaaaagh -- and Powerful -- Trixie!”

Twilight saying those words, in that helpless wail, does more for me than anything else she’s done tonight. As I push the toy inside her one last time, stinging light fills my eyes; a treacherous warmth floods my horn and slowly rolls down my muscles, turning me to jelly. The light clears, and Twilight’s face fills my view, her eyes closed, her lips slightly apart. I shudder again as Twilight and the library are suddenly cast in a noisy red pop. I shudder again, this time followed by blue, then green, then purple, then red again.

Finally, my horn stops shivering, letting me laze on top of Twilight in the sudden silence, surrounded by a twinkling snow of white cinders. I close my eyes and let out a breath.

Twilight laughs. I open one eye and mumble, with all my strength, “What?”

She smiles at me, eyes wide open. “Fireworks! Those were fireworks! Do you always shoot off fireworks when you get a -- a h-hornjob? Is that a common response?”

I close my eyes. My cheeks heat up. I swear that’s never happened before, and I certainly didn’t mean for it to happen this time. “N-no, not usually. T-Trixie put on this performance especially for her most important fan.”

She giggles again. “You were really cute -- when you were doing it. Your face -- sort of -- compressed each time -- like you were deep in concentration.”

I lift my head and grin. “I only put on -- the finest...” I sigh and lay my head on Twilight’s throat. “Ugghh. No. Just -- just bask in it, Twilight. The Content and Exhausted Trixie demands it.”

“Um, Trixie? Could you untie me? And -- and take the toy out?”

I sigh again. She’s so demanding. I roll off of her and shuffle onto my legs. I light my horn to unknot the cloak around her legs and pain shoots down it. A cry slips out of me as I let go of my magic. The pain dies down to a dull throb.

“Trixie!” I feel Twilight’s hooves on my chest and her muzzle against mine. “Are you okay? I tried to tell you something like this might happen.”

I rub my forehead, angry that I should be so painfully betrayed by my own horn. “What do you mean?”

“Earlier, I was saying, before you interrupted me, that too much feedback could damage your ability to do magic.”

Damage -- my magic? “What... But -- this never happened before. I -- I need my magic.” My stomach is a pit. I can feel my eyes getting warmer. “Is -- is there any way to f-fix it?”

She kisses my nose. “Don’t worry, it’s just temporary. Right now, your magical system is too sensitive to handle the energy you’d need to do anything, even simple telekinesis. You should be back to normal in the morning.”

I bite my lip as a few tears escape my eyes. “G-good. I can’t bear to imagine how sad the world would be without the Great and Powerful Trixie. Here.” I shuffle over to her and bite a corner of the cloak that sticks out of the knot. With one pull, Twilight’s legs are free. "I-it's a good thing I learned to do knots without magic."

She giggles as she flexes and kicks her forelegs. “Like an earth pony? You’re just full of surprises. Maybe you can get under my tail next time.”

I sniff, then put on a little smile. Reaching a hoof, I pry the ring from her horn. “Are you looking for an encore, Twilight Sparkle?”

“I might be,” she says as her horn lights up. After a second, she sighs and her horn dims. “That’s better.”

I close my eyes and direct my face to the ceiling. I have to take a deep breath and blow it out slowly before asking, “Does -- does that mean this is more than a one-time thing?”

“Of course, silly!” She puts a foreleg over my barrel and pulls me into a gentle embrace. “I -- I’m interested in more than just this; I want more than sex. I told you I wanted to be your friend, and I meant it. Well?” She gives me a quiet, confident smile. It’s like a stage light, casting its dim light and hazy warmth on me.

For a second, I can’t say anything; maybe it’s the aftershock of that awesome hornjob, maybe it’s the scare with my magic, or maybe it’s the amazing mare holding me. I don’t know why, but I can’t hold my voice steady and, just when I thought I was done, a few more tears spill from my eyes. “I’m -- I’m not used to having friends. Are you sure -- I mean, after everything I did?”

“Everything you did -- well, everypony gets lost sometimes and needs a friend to guide them home.” She nestles her head into the crook of my neck. The little furnace puffs of her breath on my coat and the easy pressure of her muzzle feel wonderful. “Can I be that friend for you?”

“A friend, huh?” I put my forelegs around her neck and gently squeeze. “I guess I wouldn’t mind that.” I squeeze tighter and nuzzle her forehead. “ Actually, I’d really, really like that. The Great and Powerful Trixie and the Extraordinary Twilight Sparkle, lovers.” I kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger as long as they want. “And friends.”

She giggles and snuggles closer. “Lovers and friends.”

“So,” I start, with just a hint of worry, “How did I compare to those fantasies? Which, by the way, you still haven’t told me about.”

She holds me closer. “They were no match for the Great and Powerful Trixie. Nothing I fantasized about was ever so fun, or so sweet.”

Fun. Sweet. The words are like a blanket, warm and fuzzy and comforting. “Well, do you want to move to your bed?”

She laughs. “I don’t think I can walk that far; you were pretty rough. But -- I installed a lock on the door, once I started on this endeavor.” She lights her horn and I hear a click from the front of the room.

“Ah. I guess it wouldn’t do for Spike to see you like this.” I can’t help letting a big yawn out. “Well, Trixie has slept on harder surfaces,” I say. With a hoof, I shake my cloak out and pull it over us. “Good night, my little Twilight Sparkle.”

She giggles and kisses my neck. “Good night, my Dear and Beloved Trixie.”

As I lay there, Twilight gently stroking my chest, the ache in my horn starts spreading behind my eyes and into my cheeks, replacing the lovely tingling from before. I just wish it would stop, but in lieu of that, I’ll take nuzzling the softness of Twilight’s forelock with a pained groan. “This stupid horn,” I can't help whispering.

“Oh,” Twilight says, brushing my cheek, “Is it bothering you, sweetie? You know, I could take your mind off of it.” She giggles, then runs a hoof over my teats. The resulting quiver does distract me, but only for a second. “Maybe it would help you sleep.”

After a second, I get my aching foreleg to grudgingly intercede. “I’m tired, not horny, Twilight.” I shiver as I manage to replace her touch with my own. After a second looking down at her grin, I can’t take it any more. “W-well -- maybe one more time.”

I dare another look as she presses against me; her grin is even wider. “That’s more like it.” With a tinkling of her horn, I feel something broad press against my flanks. “Just relax; I’ll be gentle.”

Somehow, it seems like it's going to be a long night.