Who Rules?: The Wager

(This is the sequel to Who Rules? You might want to go read that story first. Also, Luna will be back next chapter. I promise.)

Who Rules?: The Wager

by Nom deCheval

Chapter One

“Spike, take a note...” Twilight Sparkle waited for the baby dragon to gather together his parchment and ink before continuing. She was in her familiar library treehouse, having spent the morning with some of her best friends. The small, purple and green dragon looked up at her with quill in claw, showing readiness for her to begin. He recorded her every word.

Dear Princess Celestia,

Today I learned that while some friends talk a lot about doing what they say is right, it is only a true friend that will always do what is right--even if sometimes it’s the hard thing to do. But friends aren’t just there for the good times, they are there for the bad as well, and as long as you can share your troubles, a true friend will be there to help you carry them along.

Your Faithful Student,

Twilight Sparkle

“...Twilight...Sparkle... Got it!” the diminutive dragon stated.

“Good, then it’s ready for the Princess.” Twilight smiled, content that she had fulfilled her duty for the time being. “Now please, send it off.”

“Sure thing!” Spike took in a deep breath and exhaled fire onto the paper, causing it to burn in an instant, and transform into a magical spell, sending it to its destination, the ruler of Equestria.

“Oh!” The noise came from the front door, immediately after an odd flash of air seemed to implode right outside.

Spike and Twilight looked at each other, and then rushed to the sound. Twilight’s horn flared with magic as she approached, opening the door to reveal the majestic presence of her mentor and teacher, Princess Celestia--who was busy reading the note that had just appeared before her.

“Princess Celestia!” Twilight blurted, a massive smile coming to her face. “I didn’t know you were coming. I would have prepared something.”

Taking the cue, Spike immediately rushed to the kitchen, plans of preparing tea and biscuits for the visiting royalty running through his head. He didn’t have time to go out shopping this morning, so he was a little worried about the quality of what they had to offer. This WAS the Princess, after all. But he was sure there had to be something he could throw together.

“Twilight Sparkle, my most beloved student.” Celestia entered into the library without further bidding, and came over to the smaller, purple unicorn, giving her a welcome hug. “I see that you have been keeping busy with your assignment.”

“Well...I do my best,” she answered.

“No pony could ever question that," Celestia agreed.

“If I may ask, what brings you to Ponyville, Princess?”

“Actually, I am here to check up on you, Twilight,” the royal mare answered directly, “and to speak with you about your assignment.”

Twilight’s eyes bugged out in concern. “My...assignment? Is...is there something wrong?”

Just then, Spike burst his way back into the room, carrying a small tray of cookies for their honored guest. He rushed over to a table, setting them down gently on it, and then looked back at the two mares in the room. “I’ll be back with tea in just a minute!” He turned and rushed back into the kitchen.

“We should sit. I don’t think that Spike is going to be able to breathe until we do,” Celestia said, moving over to the table. Twilight followed and sat across from her mentor.

Twilight didn’t let the matter rest. “I thought you wanted me to send you less reports. Let my friends share in them. Do I need to send you more? That’s it, isn’t it! I’ve been shirking my responsibilities. I promise that I will send in more myself, and I’ll even make sure that my friends send more. And--”

“Twilight.” The Princess cut off the purple unicorn with a single soft word. “Everything is fine. You have been--as always--a most excellent student. I am proud to call you my protege.” Pet. The word leapt into Celestia’s thoughts, unbidden.

“But...” Twilight raised a curious eyebrow, “if that’s true, what’s wrong?”

A cookie levitated up to Celestia’s mouth, and she took a small bite of it, smiling. “Oh, these are quite good. Where did you get them?”

“Um...Cupcake Corner,” Twilight answered looking at the cookie floating in front of the Princess, “but you didn’t answer my question. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, Twilight. You need to relax a little, dear.”

Spike came bursting through the doorway once more, this time carefully balancing a tray that contained two cups and a teapot. He rushed up to the table as best he could, and carefully placed the tray down. He immediately started to pour two cups. “I sure hope you like it. We didn’t have our normal stuff, so I had to improvise a little.”

Twilight looked over at Princess Celestia once more, appearing more and more confused. “Well, if nothing’s wrong, what did you want to tell me?”

“That my sister--Princess Luna--has taken on a protege of her own.”

Celestia levitated one of the cups off of the table, and Twilight did the same.

“Really? Wow! That’s great news, but how does it affect my assignment here?”

The young unicorn took a sip of her tea--and immediately spit it out, narrowly missing the Sun Goddess across from her.

“SPIKE!!” She looked at the small dragon. “What is in here?”

“Um, well, I had to put together a few things out of the pantry. There was oregano, and some parsley--both dried of course--and some of that lemon zest stuff you tend to like.”

Celestia took a small sip of hers. “Oooh. Tangy.”

Setting her teacup down, Twilight looked back across at her mentor. “Uh, yeah. So, what exactly does Princess Luna getting a student have to do with me again?”

“Well, for one thing, she’s moving to Ponyville.”

Twilight’s eyes grew huge, and her smile nearly matched. “Really? That’s terrific! I can show her around, introduce her to all my friends, maybe even become ‘study buddies’ with her! It will be so great having another magic-using unicorn in town. Not that the other unicorns in town don’t use magic, but I mean one that focuses on it as her primary pursuit. Not to mention another fellow student of one of the Princesses. I can’t wait to meet her.”

Celestia took a deep breath before speaking. “I...believe that you already have.”

* * * * *

“No. No. No. No! NO!” Fabric flew about the room in a what almost appeared to be a carefully arranged ballet of chaos. As though the bolts of cloth were planned out in tired precision where and when they would be flung in this creative space. A white, somewhat overweight, cat sat disdainfully watching the display, only to stand, turn slightly, and lie back down again. “These are absolutely the most dreadful pieces of cloth that anypony has ever tried to make beautiful. And beauty simply CANNOT come from trash, despite what some ponies think.”

Rarity flung her head to the right, causing her perfectly coiffed mane to dramatically shift to one side, in a display of perfect glamour for no pony but herself. “I simply must find something new or I am doomed to become a laughing stock in town. The horrors that pervade my life are almost too much to bear!” She looked at her cat for answers. “You understand me, don’t you, Opal, darling?”

The cat opened one eye for a moment, and then closed it again without any response.

“That new shipment of material simply cannot arrive from Manehatten soon enough. Having to work with such ghastly mundane material is horrifically trying. Can you imagine THIS,” her magic thrust a bolt of bright red cloth under Opal’s nose, causing the cat to shriek and leap up, hissing, “making anything beautiful?”

The tell-tale jingle of the bell on the front door of The Carousel Boutique sounded, indicating a visitor to the shop. “Oh my!” Rarity said, quickly lifting and putting the scattered fabrics back into place. “ONE MOMENT!” She shouted to the visitor, making sure that it was loud enough to be heard in the next room without seeming gauche. A quick glance around the room to make sure that it was presentable if the visitor needed to see it, then a much longer glance in the mirror to insure that she was presentable to herself, and Rarity stepped into the front room of the boutique.

“I’m SO very sorry, I--” She stopped in mid-sentence.

Standing just inside the building, the doorway framing her, stood a light blue pony. She was sideways, her front hoof raised as though posing and waiting for somepony to walk into the room and see her, the outside light almost casting a glow around her body. She was wearing a purple cape and hat, each adorned with a smattering of multi-colored stars, and her head turned dramatically as Rarity entered.

“Oh no,” Rarity said, deflated. “Trixie! What are you doing here?”

Turning so that her cape fluttered slightly, the pony that Rarity knew was a unicorn--though the hat hid her horn--spoke. “The Great and Powerful Trixie has graced this shop with her presence! And I wanted to speak to its owner, Rarity! This is a fortunate day for you.”

“I’m sure it most certainly is NOT!” Rarity answered stepping forward. This day was becoming progressively worse. First the fabric disaster, and now this. “Why have you come to my shop?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Trixie said, dumbfounded. “Trixie is wanting you to craft her some new clothing.”

“Well I...wait, what?” Rarity answered, confused.

“You are a seamstress, correct? I assumed so from everything that I was told.”

“Wait. YOU are wanting ME to make you an outfit?” Rarity asked.

“Well, yes, unless you have something already made that is worthy of The Great and Powerful Trixie.”

“What makes you think for one minute that I will--”

“You are, after all, the only pony I have met who I did not directly best,” Trixie interrupted.

Rarity stared and blinked. Twice.

“What did you just say?”

“Trixie said that you are the only pony that I have never directly bested.”

“After what you did to my fabulous mane?”

“Exactly. I was not able to make myself more beautiful and glamorous than you, so I had to make you less so. Trixie accomplished her goal, but did not actually outdo you herself.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Rarity trotted up and walked around Trixie, staring intently. “Are you the same Trixie who came into Ponyville last year? The same boastful, loud, obnoxious...”

“That’s enough,” Trixie said, trying to stop Rarity.

“...horrible, distasteful, rude...”

“Really, that’s enough,” Trixie said again.

“...coarse, egomaniacal, conceited...”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie says, ENOUGH!” She stamped her hoof.

“...pony that turned my mane green?”

“Yes! I am that very same pony!”

“And you honestly feel that you aren’t better than me?” Rarity asked.

“Of course not!” Trixie answered.

Rarity started to smile, and then Trixie kept talking.

“I KNOW it, I do not ‘feel’ it. I am obviously better than you, but...well, you have a certain level of style, fashion, and beauty that Trixie would like to obtain.”

“I...see,” Rarity answered, unsure whether to be flattered or insulted.

“Besides, I would think that you would welcome my bits. From what Trixie has seen, she is the only pony in this entire town that ever bothers to wear clothes. It’s a miracle that you haven’t already gone out of business.”

“I...generally do work for special occasions,” Rarity defended herself.

“Well, then this is perfect, for there is nothing more special than THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE!”

Rarity took a deep breath and exhaled a heavy sigh. “Get in here before I change my mind,” she said, using her magic to close the door to the shop and walk towards the racks of clothing.

What Rarity did not notice was the glow that surrounded Trixie’s horn, locking the door and moving the sign outside from “open” to “closed,” while a sly smile graced the blue unicorn’s mouth.

“Now, what exactly is it you are wanting?” Rarity asked. “Please tell me it isn’t another horrible purple cape and hat with stars.”

“Trixie is wanting to change her look. This outfit is ideal for my performances, but I think that I need something a little less for the stage right now. Something more stylish.”

“Oh thank heavens you realize that isn’t stylish,” Rarity said and began to flip through the clothing on the racks.

Trixie looked at her cape with a confused expression. “Trixie thinks it is stylish...” she muttered.

“Now, are you wanting something formal? Something casual? Something more sporty perhaps?”

“Trixie wants something to create an air about her. Something that gets her noticed!”

“In a good way, right?” Rarity asked, glancing sideways.

“Of course! You do have the ability to create such a thing, don’t you?” Trixie answered just as flippantly.

“I am only the greatest designer in all of Ponyville!” Rarity answered.

“Only because The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t do that!” came the response.

“Fine.” Rarity half closed her eyes again in frustration, but generously giving up the point. “Did you have a color in mind?”

“No. Something dark, perhaps? Or maybe bright?”

“Well, that narrows it down,” Rarity answered sarcastically. She reached in and pulled out a dress that flared out at the haunches, creating a bell-hoop skirt. “How about something like this?”

“THAT?” Trixie exclaimed. “Oh please, I thought you had talent. Show me something better than that.”

“I’ll have you know that this dress is beautiful!” Rarity said, getting in the face of the other unicorn.

“Perhaps! But it is NOT what Trixie wants!” The other mare stared back at her.

“Well, if you knew what you wanted, then perhaps we would actually be accomplishing something!”

“Trixie wants you to model clothing for her!”

The two unicorns were almost pressing their faces up against each other until Trixie spoke.

Rarity pulled back, confused. “...I beg your pardon?”

Trixie raised her head up and slowly walked back and turned to face Rarity again. “I want you to model clothing for me. Show me an outfit that fits who and what I am in your opinion. If anypony can make that look glamorous, it’s you. And it will show Trixie what she needs to do.”

“I’m...not a model,” Rarity answered.

“Only because you are too beautiful for it. You cannot overshadow what you wear on the runway.”

The white unicorn's cheeks turned pink. “I...thank you.”

“But, Trixie feels that beauty would best show her how to act and look. If I can see you in an outfit, then I know what I need to do, and I can have the same effect on others that you have.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Rarity answered, “but it certainly couldn’t hurt.”

Rarity unicorn trotted up to the racks of clothing and began to rummage through them once more, questing for the perfect outfit.

“Trixie sees herself as...great...and powerful...and...”

“Yes, yes, I know the routine,” Rarity answered, still searching. “Ah-ha!”

Stepping out with an outfit floating in front or her, the white mare had a look of success on her face. A black outfit hung in the air, surrounded by the aura of Rarity’s unicorn magic.

“You think that will be the right one?” Trixie asked.

“Perhaps, perhaps not, but it’s as good a place as any to start.” Rarity looked over at Trixie looking for confirmation as she continued. “And you want ME to try it on for you, yes?”

“Exactly. It has to look good on you before it will look good on Trixie.”

“Very well then.” Rarity trotted behind a changing screen and began to put on the outfit.

“I rarely wear these clothes in front of customers,” Rarity spoke as she changed. “After all, I have so many outfits.”

While Rarity spoke, Trixie’s horn once again lit up, slowly closing the shutters on the windows, insuring their privacy.

“I mean, naturally I DO try them all on,” Rarity said. “It would be unthinkable not to know what they looked like on me. Except of course for any outfit that I custom make for somepony else. Those are just for those unique mares, and I would hate for them to think that I wore their outfits before they ever did.”

“Naturally,” Trixie answered, waiting for the show to begin. She levitated her hat off of her head and put it on a nearby table, and then sat down, anticipating the other unicorn’s return.

“Well,” Rarity said with a beguiling tone as she stepped into view, “what do you think?”

The dress moved on the unicorn like a second skin. Shimmering black, almost like ground obsidian, the dress slunk along her body, shifting with every motion. It fit her tight around the collar, and then opened up along either foreleg, slit up the front of either side. It continued over her back, but then slid off on a bias, cut so that it only covered one flank, letting her three-diamond cutie mark show clearly.

Trixie stared at her and felt her mouth go momentarily dry.

“It’s...astonishing. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful,” she answered.

“I know,” Rarity said, smiling and walking a line in front of Trixie once, then turning and heading back again. “I’ve always thought this dress was stunning, but it takes the right pony to wear it. If you don’t have the confidence to wear this dress, it will completely wear you. And confidence is certainly not something you are lacking.”

“Trixie is only confident because she is great and powerful, but, at the same time...I don’t think that dress will work. While there is no doubt that...it is stunning.” Trixie was suddenly staring straight into Rarity’s half-lidded blue eyes. “It isn’t what Trixie wants.”

“Oh, I know,” Rarity smiled, opening her eyes back up, “but you have to admit, it started the show off with a great bang. This outfit is simply too formal. You could never wear this every day, but I have something else in mind. Just one minute!”

Rarity trotted back behind the screen and a flash of magic moved another outfit over towards her from an unseen rack. Taking a deep breath to clear her mind, Trixie took off her cape and floated it over to hang on a nearby hook at that same time.

“You know,” Rarity began from behind the screen, “this is actually rather fun. I normally watch others wear my clothes. Having somepony watch ME wear them is somewhat exhilarating.”

“Trixie is glad you feel that way.”

“Well, hopefully you’ll feel better when you see this.” Rarity once again stepped out and into view. Trixie tried not to openly stare.

The jacket the white unicorn was wearing was made of a black leather-looking material. It hung to her body, sleeves running down both forelegs, and came to a flare just above her flank. A high collar covered in fur wrapped around her neck and brilliant gems lined the front of it, running down her neck and disappearing beneath her body.

“Well, what do you think?” Rarity asked, batting her eyelashes.

“Amazing,” Trixie answered, but a tinge of concern laced in her voice. “But...is that actual animal hide?”

Rarity’s eyes bugged out. “Absolutely not! That would be positively barbaric! I am no common thug who would skin a poor animal just to wear their hide. Even the fur on this outfit was donated by willing animals.”

“Well, Trixie thinks that it looks...good.”

“Well, hopefully it’s better than just good, Trixie. I was going for ‘sensational’ or perhaps ‘stunning.’”

“It’s those things, too.”

Rarity walked in front of Trixie, pausing to turn slowly in front of her, and then stopping to run her hooves along the front row of gemstones. “Well, do you think it would work for you?”

Trixie paused a moment. “Though it is a beautiful outfit, I don’t think that it has the right look.” She looked into Rarity’s eyes. “It isn’t what Trixie wants.”

“Well then, we’ll have to keep looking, won’t we?” Rarity answered with a smile, and trotted back behind the screen again.

A parade of outfits followed. One after another, each lovely and carefully crafted, but none of them met with Trixie’s approval. After an hour had passed, Trixie noticed that every outfit to that point had been black. She decided to ask for something different.

“Trixie knows that she mentioned black to you, but could you maybe change the color? Something red maybe?”

“Certainly!” Rarity said, excitedly.

“Oh, and...” Trixie let her voice soften slightly, “perhaps something a little more...risque?”

Rarity’s eyes shot wide and her mouth fell open, almost ready to speak, but she stopped herself. She blinked a couple of times, looking at Trixie. The waiting unicorn’s face was not that of a braggart, but more of a thirsty mare finding something pleasant to drink after a long drought.

Rarity’s face softened. A smile and half-lidded eyes were the first part of the answer, followed by a sultry response from the white mare. “Of course.”

Without another word, Rarity moved behind the screen once more, changing clothes for her customer.

“Trixie hopes that you are still enjoying this.”

“Oh yes,” Rarity answered softly. “Far more than I would have ever imagined.”

“Good. I am hoping that after all of this effort Trixie will finally find something that meets her approval.”

“Oh, I would almost count on it.”

Rarity stepped out from behind the changing screen, and then stopped dramatically, posing specifically to get a response from her audience. She was dressed in a bright red corset, tied tightly around her, cinching in her midsection. Delicate needlework adorned the outfit, creating a zig-zag pattern of black down it. At the top of the corset, black lace peeked its way out, and at the bottom of it a row of feathers fanned out, making Rarity’s waist appear even smaller.

“Is THIS what Trixie wants?” Rarity asked seductively.

Lowering her head to look through her pale blue mane, Trixie rose to her hooves and slowly walked over to Rarity. She took a long, slow walk around her, her eyes taking in every inch of the white mare as she did. Finally, she stopped directly in front of her and smiled.

“Oh yes. This is exactly what The Great and Powerful Trixie has been wanting.”

Rarity felt her breath catch in her throat.

“I have...other things...that I could show you,” Rarity answered, her eyes glistening. “In my bedroom.”

“Please. Trixie will gladly follow you there.”

“O-okay,” Rarity answered. Confusion was running through her. She wasn’t this kind of pony. Not to say that she was inexperienced, far from it, but, to let somepony--especially somepony like Trixie--get her to...well, a lady doesn’t talk about such things. And she felt this was rapidly moving out of her control and into such things.

Nonetheless, she felt the strongest desire to follow through on the current course of action as she turned to walk towards her bedroom. She felt Trixie’s eyes staring at her, watching her flank as she walked. Rarity blushed as she purposely started to accentuate her hips with each hoof-fall, showing off for the unicorn behind her as they moved up the stairs towards her sleeping chamber. Her tail started to sway with every step, moving farther and farther to each side, intentionally giving Trixie a glimpse of her marehood. Rarity felt a dampness growing there.

“You have a lovely...bedroom,” Trixie said.

“Thank you. I decorated it myself,” Rarity answered.

“Of course you did.”

Rarity stopped in the middle of her bedroom, but Trixie continued to walk, moving to the large, ornate four-poster bed and sitting down on it gently.

“You have another outfit that you can try on?” Trixie asked.

“Yes. Naturally. I have many outfits that I keep up here,” Rarity answered softly. “Was there...something particular you wanted me to try on?”

“Yes, there is,” Trixie answered with a sly grin, “but Trixie thinks that you need to change outfits first. Put on something...daring.”

“Daring?” Only one outfit came into Rarity’s mind. “I...can do that.”

“Good,” Trixie smiled, devilishly.

“Well, then...let me just go and put that on and--”

“No,” Trixie interrupted. “Trixie wants you to put it on here. In front of her.”

“Here?” Rarity asked, shocked.

“Yes. Here,” Trixie answered.

“Oh...of course.” Using her magic, the white unicorn began to unlace the corset she was wearing, slowly loosening it, all while under Trixie’s watchful eye. Rarity’s heart began to race. She always loved being the center of attention, but being so carefully scrutinized in this way made her feel positively electric. She could feel the warmth growing in her loins as she slipped the red fabric off her body and gently floated it over to a dressing table.

Suddenly, Rarity felt naked. It was true that she never really wore clothes, but in this instance, having taken off a sultry piece of clothing in front of her current guest, she felt truly exposed in a way she never had before. Her eyes darted about as she searched for the outfit to put on--as little as it was--and caught a glimpse of Trixie, whose inviting eyes were feasting on her body.

Rarity’s magic quickly grabbed the cloth, pulling it over to her, hoping the outfit would help her feel covered. To call it an outfit was something of a bold statement, in fact, and there was no chance that it was going to cover her up. In essence, the outfit--which Rarity adjusted in the air, and then began to put on--was little more than a series of connected straps, each designed to enhance and highlight certain areas of the mare’s anatomy.

With careful precision, Rarity moved the straps around her body, connecting them in places and weaving them in others, until she was finished. When she was done, she stood there, finally bringing her eyes around to look at Trixie again.

Trixie stood and walked around her, examining both her and her outfit. Rarity felt like an object on display, being looked at by a prospective buyer.

The outfit Rarity wore was a series of black straps that ran across her chest, around her forelegs, and then over her back and stomach, before moving behind her tail, lifting it up and sliding between her rear legs, pulling them slightly apart. It left her marehood completely exposed--as it was designed to do--and it glistened with slick moisture.

“Does...it meet your approval?” Rarity asked, nervously, watching as the other mare paced around her.

“It does,” Trixie answered, moving around to stand in front of the white unicorn. “And it is...positively lewd.”

Rarity wanted to be shocked. She wanted to act exasperated and insulted. She wanted to storm out of the room and demand that Trixie leave. What happened was that a breathy gasp escaped from her lips as the other mare’s purple eyes locked onto her blue ones. Her juices began to freely flow, threatening to run down her leg and puddle on the floor.

“Is it...something you want to wear?” Rarity asked.

“Heavens no. The Great and Powerful Trixie would never wear that--but she is glad that you are wearing it.”

The distance between Trixie and Rarity closed quickly, until Rarity felt the other unicorn’s lips press firmly, yet softly against her own. Trixie pulled back from the kiss, her tongue flicking out at the last second to tease against Rarity’s upper lip as she did, causing the white mare to lurch her muzzle slightly forward, trying to hold onto that touch.

“Trixie is going to take you now,” she said. All Rarity could muster was a slow, deliberate nod of agreement.

With a momentary glow of light from her horn, Trixie lifted Rarity off the floor and moved her gently over to the bed, laying her down on her back. At the same time, four black silk cords came floating from a nearby table holding some of the seamstress’ materials. Each of Rarity’s four hooves were encircled and tied by the rope, and then those ropes were pulled taught and anchored to the four posts of the bed, leaving the white unicorn completely vulnerable.

Walking up beside the bed, Trixie stared down at her prey, and, propping herself up on the bed, began to run one of her forehooves along Rarity’s body, eliciting a gasp from the mare. As the hoof moved lower, the blue unicorn felt Rarity shudder involuntarily. Trixie smiled.

“Have you ever been tied up before?” Trixie asked.

“Not...like this.”

“Then let Trixie tell you a few rules. Firstly, you are not to speak unless told to do so. Secondly, you will allow me to do whatever I wish. If that becomes too much, you need to give me a sign. A special word to let me know to stop. A safe word. Yours shall be ‘red.’ If you cannot speak, you will tap both forehooves against the bed twice. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Rarity nodded gently.

“Good. The final rule is very simple: relax. Trixie is not going to hurt you. In fact, I think you’ll discover something very far from hurt, very soon.” Rarity didn’t know why, but she knew that the other mare was telling the truth. She trusted her, and acknowledged that with a small nod.

With that final instruction, Trixie returned her hoof to the white mare’s body, stroking it gently up and down, allowing the touch to draw out the best response. Trixie kept her eyes focused on Rarity’s, staring directly at her and forcing the white unicorn to feel small beneath her.

“Do you like Trixie’s touch? The feel of my hooves?”

“Yes. Very much,” Rarity answered breathlessly.

With that response, Trixie’s hoof moved directly between Rarity's rear legs, feeling the dampness of her plot. Rarity’s head lurched back suddenly as she gasped in air. The hoof moved back up the unicorn's body, leaving her marehood wetter than ever.

“Yes. Yes, I think you do like Trixie’s touch.” Her hoof traced up and down the body once more, Rarity's body beginning to move itself where touched, trying to persuade the hoof to go a specific direction.

Trixie’s horn lit up again, and a small object floated over from the sewing table in the room. The controlling unicorn moved her hoof up to the tip of the object and turned the wheel covered in dozens of small teeth. “Pattern wheel. Very useful--for both of us.”

Using her magic to control the item, Trixie brought the pattern wheel’s teeth down onto Rarity’s soft flesh. The tiny pin-prick sensations of the wheel cut through the mare’s coat and sent rivulets of electricity coursing through her body. Rarity's breathing increased audibly.

Trixie led the wheel along each leg of her tied plaything, and then down her body, not once, but three times. Finally, she moved the wheel to the area outside Rarity’s labia, gently stroking that tender flesh with the biting device.

“Oh, sweet Celestia!” Rarity whispered.

The wheel was removed from her body at that instant, causing Rarity to groan.

“Ah. Trixie did not give you permission to speak. You will have to be punished.” Trixie set the wheel down on the table next to the bed and moved herself up onto the bed completely. “Fortunately, all of this play has Trixie just as dripping wet as you are, and I really want to put my cunt on your face.”

With a single smooth motion, Trixie shifted her body so that her hind legs were positioned on either side of Rarity’s muzzle, with her facing down to look towards the white unicorn’s marehood. Glancing down at the trapped mare, Trixie felt the heat in her loins blaze, and she lowered herself forcefully down, completely covering Rarity's mouth and nose.

A moment of panic shot through Rarity, not expecting such a sudden and complete enclosure of her muzzle. After only a second or two, the dominant unicorn again lifted herself up.

“Breathe,” Trixie commanded, and Rarity obeyed. “And if you lick, you will find that you get even more air, more frequently. Performance is the key. If I’m happy, you get to breathe. If I’m not...well, then you had best make Trixie happy.”

She lowered herself again, once more completely cutting off the white mare’s breathing, but this time Rarity was expecting it. She took her tongue and gently moved it out of her mouth, sliding it along the folds of the marehood covering her.

“Mmmmm, yes,” Trixie moaned. She lifted herself off of the trapped mare for a small count, and then lowered herself again. “Trixie wants to use your face as a toy. And if you do it right, then you get a special reward.”

Rarity took this as motivation, and began to lick Trixie’s cunt with fervor. The strong, sweet flavor was running down her tongue, out of her mouth, and all over her muzzle as she began to thrust in and out of the pussy above her.

Every few seconds, the blue unicorn raised herself up, letting Rarity take in a breath before lowering herself again and putting the mare back to work. This pattern continued for several minutes before any words were spoken.

“You...are talented,” Trixie said aloud. “You’ve eaten a mare’s cunt before, haven’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” was all that Rarity could answer with her mouth covered.

“Goddess, yes!” The dominant mare shifted her weight forward, freeing Rarity’s nose to take in air, but keeping her mouth well in range of her dripping sex. “Keep licking!” Trixie commanded, as she began to buck her hips against the other mare’s face.

Doing her best, Rarity shoved her tongue out, splaying it inside the unicorn’s marehood. Trixie responded by using that tongue, fucking it with enthusiasm, grinding her clit onto the chin of her pony sex toy. Rarity felt Trixie’s magic grab her head firmly, lifting it off the bed slightly to give a better angle for penetration as she slammed her cunt down onto the willing mare’s tongue.

“I’m about to cum,” Trixie stated with lurid breath. “Do you want to taste Trixie’s cum?”

“Yes!” Rarity answered, pulling her tongue back for only long enough to speak.

“Good, because you don’t really have a choice.”

Trixie increased her tempo, thrusting herself down onto Rarity’s long tongue. Each penetration brought her that much closer to the edge, but the willful unicorn held off her own orgasm, determined to make this last as long as possible before seeing release.

Rarity began to move her tongue in rhythm with Trixie. With each upwards stroke on her tongue, she would pull it out of the blue unicorn’s cunt and flick it up against her amazingly hard and engorged clit, before moving it back down and preparing for another downward thrust. She made sure to never leave contact with the soaked marehood, letting her tongue trace along the path between opening and clit to stimulate all the nerve endings between.

This was driving Trixie wild. Her mind was lost in passion and lust, seeing only a brilliant end on the horizon. That destination arrived sooner than the blue unicorn anticipated, as she suddenly thrust herself back against the white muzzle pleasuring her and screamed.

“GODDESS, YES! YES!” She bucked her hips up and down Rarity’s muzzle, occasionally cutting off the white mare’s airway once again, but this was totally accidental. Cum poured out of Trixie, soaking Rarity’s face and spilling out all over the bed sheets. Rarity took in as much as she could, swallowing fast, but the violent spasms of her lover made it virtually impossible to take it all in.

Trixie slumped onto Rarity, her breath hard and fast. After a moment, Trixie moved, sliding down the white mare’s body and turning around to look at the tied up pleasure victim.

“That was a good start,” Trixie said. “I hope you have enough endurance to make it all the way through the night. Trixie does not expect you to perform to her levels, but she thinks that you will do...well.”

Rarity held her gaze on the other mare as she moved between her white hindlegs, a look of lust piercing back up from purple eyes to blue. Trixie’s tongue came out of her mouth and slid down along the outer lips of Rarity’s cunt, teasing her once again. The coat around the slit was drenched with the mare’s own juices, and Trixie took in the delightful flavor with a smile.

“How long do you think you can last?” Trixie asked. “And how many times do you think you will cum before I relent?”

“I...I don’t know.”

“Trixie knows.”

Magic flared from the blue unicorn’s horn and Rarity suddenly felt dozens of small points of pressure moving along the inside of her thighs, gradually approaching the center of her sex. Each point moved independently of the others, taking their own path and creating different sensations. Their combined effort caused Rarity to open her mouth in silence, her tongue falling out of her mouth in a carnal display.

Trixie raised her head up to stare at the mare laid out before her. A playful smile was plastered on the pleasure giver’s face as her magical appendages moved ever closer to their ultimate target.

“You are going to feel things you never imagined possible, mare,” Trixie stated. “Your body is going to betray you, telling you things are happening that can’t possibly be real, but...they are.”

Rarity felt the lips of her vagina spread open, and suddenly it felt as though hundreds of individual pin-pricks of pleasure began to dot along the opening, randomly moving in a careful pattern to heighten her sensitivity. Her breath quickened as the feeling spread, going deeper inside her, penetrating her. Hundreds of pleasure points began to form inside her vagina, each showering her with sparks of delight.

And then they began to coalesce, taking shape into a larger form, growing inside her until it filled her completely. Rarity lost all ability to communicate. Her mind was a sea of experience, as the hundreds that were acting as one began to thrust in and out, driving her mad with desire. Every time the item moved, her vagina grasped for it, and with every muscle contraction the pin-pricks of pleasure shot through her again. She had no idea how long it had been going on. It could have been seconds or it could have been hours. Time lost all meaning to her as the sensation grew, until she finally exploded with a scream.

“OH SWEET CELESTIA, YES!” she bellowed to the air. Her body wracked and writhed, thrusting against the unseen thing that was driving her lust. She spasmed, her cum leaking from her in a rushing torrent. And Trixie moved her head down to lap it up.

With the touch of the blue unicorn’s tongue to her once more, Rarity’s pleasure soared even higher. A guttural moan escaped her lips as Rarity strained against the ropes binding her to the bed.

Trixie’s tongue went straight for Rarity's hardened clit, licking it gently before sucking it into her mouth. While still maintaining the vacuumed pressure, the dominant unicorn began to flick her tongue quickly back and forth across the erect bud.

At the same time, Trixie’s magic again assaulted Rarity, sending out feelers once more, tracing along the inside of her cunt, searching for the most sensitive of areas. There, they began to trace circles in an ever-altering pressure, adding to the white unicorn’s already indescribable lust.

More tendrils of exploration shot out, this time reaching past the dripping marehood to the soaked hole that lie deeper beneath. Pressing against Rarity’s tailhole, they slipped inside, and began to quiver as they moved back and forth. Each individual tendril moved on its own accord, creating a sensation not of thrusting, but of constantly being penetrated in different ways.

Rarity’s eyes rolled back in her head, and her tongue fell out of the side of her dry mouth. She had no thought for words or energy for sounds, but her constant state of arousal drove her to places that she never imagined possible. A well of sensation finally found a place deep inside her and she sensed a release growing. There was nothing she could do to stop it or encourage it, she simply laid back blissfully aware of everything that was happening.

She came. Spurting a constant torrent of cum from her marehood, Rarity felt as though her soul was passing out of her and drenching her lover completely. It was the most complete orgasm the mare had experienced, or even imagined.

For her part, Trixie lapped up as much of Rarity’s cum as she could. It drenched her face, mane, and neck, soaking her coat completely, but that wasn’t an issue. The sweet nectar of the satisfied unicorn lying beneath her was all that mattered at that exact moment.

Slowly, Rarity’s world came back to her. First she regained her sense of hearing, locating her own heaving breath as she did. Next came her vision, slowly focusing back on the world around her, seeing her bed and her room, and finally the purple eyes half-hidden behind a light blue mane that stared up at her as the mare planted gentle kisses inside her thighs.

Seeing the white unicorn regain her senses, Trixie moved herself up along the body beneath her, planting kisses as she did. The ropes that bound Rarity to the bed loosened magically, allowing her to free her hooves and bring them down to stroke the mane of her blue lover.

“Trixie...that was...was...”

“Great and powerful?” Trixie answered with a sly smile.

Rarity smiled back. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“Of course not,” Trixie answered. “That’s why I wanted to do it.”

“Do what?” Rarity asked, confused, and still lost in bliss.

“Prove to you that I was better than you. Trixie is sure that you have never had a lover this good, or been this good yourself. I wanted you to know that there is nothing that you can do that I cannot do better.”

Rarity wanted to protest. To tell the unicorn that she was a braggart and obnoxious, but at the moment she just didn’t care.

“So, the whole trip to the shop to find a new outfit was nothing more than a facade?” Rarity asked.

“No. Not at all,” she answered. “Trixie does want you to make her a new outfit. I wanted the sex, too, but the outfit idea was most certainly genuine.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Trixie was thinking of a cape and hat with stars on them.”

“A...hat. And a cape. With...stars on them?” Rarity looked at the blue unicorn, fully returning to her senses with that declaration.

“Yes. Trixie thinks it will look good on her.”

“Trixie, darling, that is what you already wear.”

“Oh, but I was thinking of changing the color and the pattern of the stars.”

“Well,” Rarity smiled, “I suppose I do owe you something for what you just did. And I’m sure that I can make that horri--er, previous outfit look better.”

Trixie raised an eyebrow. “Trixie designed that outfit...”

“And you did an excellent job, darling!” Rarity said, trying to recover. “But perhaps a new eye will bring even MORE fabulous style to it.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Trixie answered.

Rarity smiled, happy that passed quickly and laid her head down on Trixie’s shoulder, nuzzling herself closer, Trixie moving her foreleg to hold Rarity closer to her. They lay there in silence, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking for a few minutes before Rarity spoke once again.

“Trixie,” the white unicorn asked, rubbing her hoof gently along her lover’s coat, “what brought you back to Ponyville, anyway? Was it...for me?”

“Oh, no. The Great and Powerful Trixie was sent here by the Princesses to replace Twilight Sparkle.”

Rarity shot up in bed, staring down at Trixie with wild eyes.

“WHAT?!”

* * * * *

“Trixie? Really?” Twilight said to Celestia, sounding more amazed than anything. She had stood from the table and walked around the room, taking it all in. “I mean, I guess she’s capable, but I never thought that she would be able to put her ego aside long enough to accept training. Even from Princess Luna.”

“Well, Luna can be very persuasive,” Celestia answered in her soothing tone.

“Well, I’m sure if Luna is teaching her, then Trixie must have come a long way.”

“I suppose. I try not to interfere. She is Luna’s student, after all.”

“But even so, I hope that she’ll be willing to be friends. I mean, I don’t like the idea of somepony who is constantly competing with me being just across town. That could make going to the market really stressful,” Twilight said, pacing.

Celestia’s eyes moved towards Twilight’s flank. The unicorn wasn’t doing anything to show off, but the Sun Goddess couldn’t help but notice it. Pet. The word Luna used crept back into her mind.

“I have to say, Twilight, you have certainly grown into a beautiful young mare,” Celestia said calmly. “It’s good to see.”

“Thank you, Princess!” Twilight said with a smile, looking over at her mentor. Celestia looked at her student and, for just a moment, thought of her in a very different way.

The Sun Goddess shook her head slightly, clearing her thoughts.

“Princess Celestia?” Twilight asked, seeing her teacher’s action.

“It’s nothing, Twilight. Just thinking,” she answered.

“Oh, okay,” the unicorn paused. “Um, Princess?...”

“Yes, my faithful student?”

“Um, well, not trying to sound insulting or anything, but, well, there are a lot of rumors going around about Princess Luna. That she’s...changed.”

“She has,” Celestia answered.

“Well, there are also rumors that she might be heading back towards...Nightmare Moon.” Twilight cringed at the name.

“Oh, ho ho ho,” Celestia laughed. “No, not at all. Though, with the physical changes that Luna has put herself through, it is easy to understand why ponies would think that. She’s simply allowed her body to catch up to her own years. She’s aged to that of a full-grown alicorn now.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

“Yes, it is, Twilight. It is a very, very good thing.”

“Well, that’s a relief. I was afraid she had become some sort of maniac and started doing who-knows-what to ponies. Can you imagine?”

“Yes, I can,” Celestia said with a smile.

Twilight’s face twisted in confusion, and then she spoke again.

“Well, I’m glad you let me know about Trixie moving to town, Princess. It would have been a little weird seeing her in town and not knowing why she was there.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that, Twilight,” Celestia said.

“Well, no, not now that you have warned me.”

“No, that’s not what I meant, Twilight,” Celestia said.

The unicorn blinked her eyes twice. “What did you mean?”

“You are going to be coming back to Canterlot to stay.”

...To Be Continued