Trixalis's Tricks

Arriving home, Trixie found herself to be bored. She thought she could pass the time by calling a sex hotline. Dialing the number, she put one hoof to her cervix, in preparation.

"Hello?" spoke a very familiar voice.

In panic, Trixie disguised her voice. For, on the receiving end of the phone call, was none other than Twilight Sparkle, herself.

After a few moments, she picked up the phone and put it to her ear.

"Hello." Stammered Trixie in a very meek voice.

"Don't be nervous. If it's your first time, I'll help you. You'd be surprised how many ponies call and tell me that they've never done it before.

"Oh, no. It's not that. It's just that I've heard your voice before."

"I get that too. Everypony in Ponyville knows me."

"I'm a mare. I hope that it doesn't matter to you?"

"Oh, no. That's fine with me. No matter who calls this hotline, I make sure to take care of them."

After a short pause, Twilight spoke again.

"Are you ready?"

"Mhm."

"We'd start out kissing while our hooves would explore eachothers bodies. Our maws would open up further, from enjoyment, and we'd begin to french kiss eachother deeply. Moaning, we'd wrestle our tongues together while circling sweet spots on eachother's bodies." Then, I'd-

"Twilight?"

"Yes?"

Trixie paused.

"I want you to show me instead of telling me."

Twilight was taken aback. She had never had a client tell her that before.

"Well, I get off at six. I can meet you for seven. Does that work for you?"

"Seven sounds great. I'll meet you at the library. Goodbye."

"See you then. Bye."

Hanging up the phone, Trixie breathed a sigh of relief. As much as she hated that unicorn, she was drawn to her in a way. Trixie couldn't explain why, but she did have feelings for Twilight.

A loud knock startled her.

Turning, she opened the door and Queen Chrysalis was standing in the doorway.

"Greetings. Please, come in."

"Thank you."

"I have an idea of how we can enact our revenge."

"Oh?" inquired Chrysalis.

Trixie told her the plan and a wicked grin began to emerge on the queen's mouth.

"That sounds excellent. Trixie, you're a genius."

The two began cackling evily.