The Great and Powerful Trixie and Those Extraordinary Twins

by ShiveredTimbers

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Flim and Flam, Trixie, Sex, Tragedy, Random
Length: 5870

Trixie's plans for revenge are interrupted by strange twins...

The Great and Powerful Trixie lives on her own, surviving through sheer cleverness as she plots and plans her revenge against the odious Twilight Sparkle for defeating her. But what is this? Down the path one day comes a contraption that looks like a locomotive with a couch attached to it. And sitting on that couch are two strange stallions...

The first installment of the Revenge Reports series. Read part two here.

Published 2012-03-20 03:44:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-03-20 03:44:02 UTC

TG&PT&TET

The Great and Powerful Trixie and Those Extraordinary Twins
by Shivered Timbers

The Great and Powerful Trixie has been many things in life: show-stopper, peerless performer, an illusionist supreme at the top of her class in a school for gifted magic users. But she has never been a thief. No, thievery is far beneath one of such great moral standing as Trixie, as is begging. Even if Trixie has been reduced to it once or twice, when the snow fell. The Great and Powerful Trixie is not like that wretched Twilight Sparkle, thief who stole Trixie's home and her career and her power. It is simply unfortunate that good moral standing is not as nourishing as pinecones, mushrooms and rain water.

But Trixie was not outsmarted by Twilight Sparkle, no, Trixie was simply caught off guard and now she must simply wait and plan to take revenge against the horrible Twilight Sparkle. Yes, patience is needed, to wait for the proper moment to present itself, the right opportunity which has not yet come along.

Well, it did once, but Trixie had not yet begun to plan her best plans and thus was unprepared. Trixie was asleep when the next opportunity presented itself, and thus unable to properly muster her righteous fury and anger into the form of a mighty dragon, and thus Twilight Sparkle and her odious friends slipped from Trixie's grasp. Oh, and there was a third opportunity for Trixie's revenge which Trixie missed and Trixie does not like to talk about it.

Trixie has lived in this forest, with its trees and plants and animals and rocks, for a year now. She thinks. It is hard to tell.

Today, Trixie is concerned, because she was awakened by loud rumbling, like thunder but not, and when she crawled from the lean-to cobbled together with bits of her old... I mean, when Trixie awoke victoriously from her humble abode, she caught a glimpse of some horrid, noisy contraption chuttering and sputtering its way into Ponyville through the wondrous woods that provide her so much nourishment and shelter. This Trixie took as a poor omen, for such things often wend their way into that despicable town full of wretched, selfish ponies, and it means Trixie's day will be filled with noise and clamor. Though she takes great pleasure in imagining the ponies of Ponyville running scared from the monsters and other forces which are so attracted to the town.

Privately, Trixie blames Twilight Sparkle for this.

Trixie listens for a moment as the contraption, a disgustingly red locomotive with what looks like an enormous chemistry set strapped to its top, trundles down the path towards the town. Trixie decides to ignore it and find breakfast instead. Yesterday, Trixie discovered a lovely crop of mushrooms beneath a log, and she has been saving some for today. When she reaches the log -- she hopes it is the log, most logs look the same in this forest -- she finds the mushrooms have already been eaten. There are no more mushrooms for Trixie! No doubt the culprit was some evil squirrel in league with the malevolent Twilight Sparkle!

Trixie is so angered by this that she stomps her hooves and lets loose a blast of magical energy into the treetops! Trixie tries not to cast too much magic these days, it is not good for her health, but she had been saving those mushrooms, and now she has no breakfast because Twilight Sparkle has conspired to rob her of her rightly gained food! Twilight Sparkle, is there no depth to which you will stoop in your quest to destroy the Great and Powerful Trixie?

But what luck! In her anger, Trixie's magic has dislodged a veritable sea of tender green maple seeds, and as they spin and swarm down about her, her rage quells and she claps her hooves together happily because this is quite the treat! She has eaten maple seeds before, when they fell to the earth on their own in autumn, and while the flavor is not displeasing, the texture certainly is. However, when green, the flavor is far more pronounced and they are not so rough on the teeth, nor do they get stuck between them so readily. Trixie will have an excellent breakfast this morning, though Twilight Sparkle is not off the hook. Trixie is on to her network of spies; she has evidence at last of Twilight Sparkle's treachery!

As Trixie is savoring her hearty and oh-so-tasteful meal, she hears noises from over the hill. It is not often that Trixie hears much from the town, but as she strains to listen, she can make out the voices of many, many ponies, all... singing?

Eugh. One of the stranger habits of the ponies of Ponyville is bursting into song with little provocation. It is a marvel they could restrain themselves when Trixie was in town, but Trixie is glad that they did, for she finds it most tiresome. For now, at least the song is far enough away that she can easily ignore it, and these maple seeds are not going anywhere except into Trixie's tummy! Yes! And when Trixie's tummy has food, it is happy, and when Trixie's tummy is happy, she is happy! And now she must go find something to drink.

Trixie would never have guessed that living near a town with its own creek would make it difficult to find water, but Trixie's number one priority is stealth, to remain undetectable by Twilight Sparkle's spies, and because of that, she can only get water from the town under cover of darkness. The creek unfortunately runs through the forest at the bottom of a cliff and is thus inaccessible from anywhere but town, so Trixie has used her immense intellect and devised a rain-catching system that has not failed her yet!

Well, except on days when there has not been much rain, or even morning dew, such as today, and so Trixie is going to be thirsty again, which is unfortunate.

While Trixie is being disappointed in her otherwise fiendishly clever rain-catcher, she sees that same horrid red locomotive thing from before, idling further up the path. There are two ponies in it, though she cannot tell who, for they are seated on a rather large... couch. A couch, on a locomotive chemistry set. Now Trixie has seen everything.

Trixie cannot see the ponies, but she can hear them talking. They are talking about selling cider and making a lot of money. Trixie feels much thirstier now, and she almost approaches them, but then the thought of whether they might be spies for Twilight Sparkle stays her hooves. Trixie crouches low behind a tree to listen in on their conversation. Perhaps she can learn something about Twilight's...

"Did you hear something just now, brother?"

"You know, I believe I did! Hello! I say, is anypony there?"

Trixie has been spotted by the spies! She makes a break for cover; their voices call behind her, but she will not be thwarted! Twilight Sparkle may have bested Trixie once... T-twice... She may have been bested before, but this time, the Great and Powerful Trixie will be victorious!

Trixie has eluded the spies, but in doing so lost her way, and now it is dark, dark, dark and she has found the creek but cannot drink because the two spies and their contraption are parked nearby. Trixie is so thirsty. Luckily, the night air has been damp, and when she returns to her devilishly clever rain-catcher, it has enough liquid within to wet her aching tongue. This will have to do for now, as will pinecones for dinner, because Trixie was so busy regaining her bearings that she forgot to forage. At least she is home now and will not have to worry about spending the night out under the stars, for that is most reprehensible a thing to do, and she should know.

Pinecones are not delicious.

Trixie sleeps without dreams and in the morning, Trixie realizes it is far past dawn and she has slept in again. Trixie cannot abide her standards slipping in this way! This is what got Trixie into this mess in the first place! She is stupid, and lazy, and ugly, and...

No, Trixie. This line of thought is unbecoming of one so great and powerful as yourself. You must not let self-doubt get the best of you! That is the voice of Twilight Sparkle, her vile and devious magic tunneling into your mind, trying to make you give up your plans before you have even have the opportunity to put them in motion!

So Trixie will plan today.

Trixie misses grass. There used to be small patches of it in these woods, but Trixie has eaten them all and they have not returned. Before the odious Twilight Sparkle came along, Trixie would have turned her nose up at such common fare, but now she craves it. Curse you, Twilight Sparkle, for causing Trixie to fall this far! Trixie will try eating tree bark for breakfast.

The Great and Powerful Trixie discovers that tree bark is disgusting. Also now her teeth hurt quite a lot, especially because of the pinecones last night. This is going to be a long day, even though she woke late. It is a good thing Trixie had planned on planning.

As she plans -- and her plans are very good, clever plans! -- Trixie finds herself wandering towards the north edge of the forest, where it abuts the apple farm. This is dangerous territory, for Trixie often finds her moral compass wavering when she gets too close to apple trees. Perhaps if Twilight Sparkle owned the farm, Trixie might consider taking what she could find, but it is only the rough and loutish earth pony who owns it. Despite being a friend of Twilight Sparkle's, Trixie defeated her in combat once, and thus is above stealing from her. Still, the apples look delectable and it is difficult for Trixie to keep her eyes off of them.

Trixie becomes aware of noise, lots of noise, coming from deeper in the orchard, and decides to investigate. She gathers her cloak of darkness about herself, which she won through valorous combat against a mighty shadow dragon, to keep herself from being detected. Creeping out into the orchard, she sees that red locomotive from the previous day. The ponies aboard it must be unicorns, for the green glow of magic is unmistakable. It seems to be sucking apples into itself, while the ignorant earth pony and her grubby earth pony family work trees on the other side of the farm.

Trixie understands: they are having a contest! Trixie is not certain what, precisely, is going on here, but that it is a race is certain. The detestable Mayor stands beside a large hourglass; she must be keeping time. The air is filled with the sweet scent of apples, and Trixie's tummy is now grumbling angrily but she holds fast! There is to be no sneaking of apples, even when the chances of Trixie being caught are minimal.

As if to drive home the idea that Trixie should not be stealing apples, the apple tree beside her is suddenly sucked into the air, and it is all that Trixie can do to not be sucked in along with it! This is most unexpected, and Trixie hopes that nopony heard her cry of alarm. Why would this apple-sucking locomotive chemistry set need to suck up trees?

The answer soon becomes clear: the earth pony's team now has the help of the hateful Twilight Sparkle and is winning the competition. So these unicorns were not spies after all! Trixie is nevertheless proud of herself for being cautious. Now she can cheer (quietly) for the unicorns. Whatever it is they are doing, any defeat of Twilight Sparkle is a desirable outcome!

Besides, even if Twilight Sparkle should triumph -- and, to be perfectly realistic, Trixie has no idea what these unicorns are capable of, and thus the possibility must be considered -- Trixie would potentially have new allies in her quest for revenge! Three ponies could easily succeed where one has failed!

Trixie notices that her cloak of darkness seems to have stopped working, but nopony has noticed, because time has been called, and... It seems the unicorns have won! Oh, joyous day! In your face, Twilight Sparkle, in your face! Trixie is vindicated! No, no, perhaps not yet truly vindicated, but Twilight Sparkle is now less of a pony, and all of her friends have been shamed as well! This day will not be so bad after all!

Trixie can now return to her woods with a bounce in her step and lightness in her heart. As she turns to do so, she sees a single apple lying on the ground. It must have fallen when that tree was sucked up.

Hmph! Twilight Sparkle's friend is now even less of a pony than she was before. This morsel is certainly not above Trixie's consumption. It will be a treat, a reward for her stunning victory over the forces of horribleness on this great day! She lifts the apple, spares a modicum of magic to polish it, and takes a bite.

Oh.

Oh Sisters.

Trixie has not tasted food this wonderful in longer than she would like to admit. It is juicy, and sweet, and crunchy, and does not taste like dirt or trees, and she wants to savor it, but before she can stop herself, she has eaten the whole thing. No matter. It was delicious, and filling, and Trixie is now much better off than she was before. She trots back into the forest and hums a tune, for such days as these ought to be filled with song, yes! Songs of triumph, penned by the bards of victory! Trixie is one such bard. She shall call this new tune "The Day I Turned Twilight Sparkle Into Mud". That is a catchy and relevant title. It will be a big hit!

Trixie's celebratory jaunt has nearly brought her back to her forest home now, but she hears shouting in the distance. Trixie is feeling good, she is feeling better than good, so she will investigate! It takes but a few bounds to make it to the path through the forest, and she can watch from behind a tree. The tree-sucking red locomotive chemistry set sits as those unicorns -- tall, lanky stallions, dressed like candy canes -- tussle on the ground and shout at each other.

"--Your idea to suck up the trees, you bubble-headed buffoon!"

"Well, I wasn't the one who decided to turn off the quality control, you vapid malt-eater!"

"We would have won if you hadn't panicked, simpleton!"

"I didn't panic, you're just an idiot!"

"Dolt!"

"Cheesehead!"

The insults continue and quickly grow dull. Before long, their agitation calms and they dust themselves off and share grins.

"Well, now that that's over, dear brother, shall we take a break before moving on?"

"I would normally agree, brother mine, if only we had proper refreshment!"

That stallion with the moustache motions at the rear of their contraption, where a half-dozen large barrels are sitting. Trixie moves closer.

"Ugh, don't remind me. Shall we toss all this excess cider into the river?"

Cider? Trixie's tongue tingles, reminding her of the apple she ate not so very long ago. It feels like forever ago, with the way her tummy rumbles and demands more. Her throat is so dry. Trixie creeps ever closer, making certain she is not seen!

"Now, now, Flam, let's not be too hasty. This is, after all, made of all-natural ingredients and took a considerable amount of effort to produce. To let it go to waste would be a shame!"

The one with the moustache, Flam, paces in a small oval before he stops and pound one hoof into the other. "I've got it! We'll add some leaves and bark and rebrand it as 'Flim Flam Brothers' World-Famous Fertilizer! Grows flowers twice as fragrant and trees twice as tall as the leading brand!'"

The other claps him on the back. "Brother, that is genius! And what luck, we just happen to be in prime leaf and bark territory at this very moment! Why, it might even work as a furniture polish or spot remover, who knows? The possibilities are endless!"

Trixie is beginning to reconsider her plans to seek revenge with the aid of these two buf--

"I say, is that... Hello, madame, are you lost?"

Trixie's efforts at camouflage have proven unsuccessful! Lured by the mere suggestion of cider, she has exposed herself to possible--

"Dear girl, are you quite well? You're not talking to us, are you?"

"N-no, Trixie was... Trixie could not help but overhear your planning and was curious: did you not defeat the appled one in combat?"

The stallions share a look. Perhaps they possess some means of communication without speech, a third sense of which even the Great and Powerful Trixie is unaware, marked only by the somewhat pained expressions on their faces. Trixie has heard such things spoken about twins.

"Err, well, Miss Trixie, was it? You see..."

"It's not exactly so cut and dried..."

"But where are our manners?" They doff their straw hats. "He's Flim..."

"And he's Flam..."

"And we're the world-famous Flim-Flam Brothers! Travelling salesponies--"

"Trixie prefers it if you do not sing."

There is a moment in which Trixie hears many birds chirping in the forest, and the Flim-Flam Brothers replace their hats. Trixie cannot stand it any longer.

"Excuse Trixie for being forward, but she also overheard you talking of... cider?"

They communicate in their strange twins telepathy again. "We do, Miss, but you see..."

"Might Trixie sample some?" Trixie hopes she does not sound too desperate, but her tummy is hungry.

More telepathy. "Well, the cider we have now isn't precisely our best stock..."

"Trixie will be the judge of that!"

It is good to know that Trixie is still capable of putting forth a commanding aura when she needs to. A mug is gotten, cider is poured, and Trixie wastes no time in draining it.

Beautiful. Phenomenal! The cider is sweet and slightly chewy. Unlike the apple, there is a wide variety of flavors and Trixie's tongue eventually gives up trying to sort them all out. There are some hard, unchewable things in it, which Trixie spit out. It is no matter, for something this cool and refreshing washes away the past day's lack of water. Trixie feels revitalized!

"Another!"

The unicorns are obviously impressed by Trixie's ability to down cider. She drinks three more mugs before she has had her fill. Cool, crisp cider and perhaps a few other things slosh about in Trixie's tummy and it is very happy indeed, and thus Trixie is happy and the stallions smell like sweat and dirt from their little fight earlier and this is pleasant. Trixie releases a very un-ladylike belch.

"Well, well," says the stallion without the facial hair, "you obviously have far more refined tastes than those ponies we left back in Ponyville."

"Why yes, dear brother, she certainly does! We may have won the competition, but those philistines turned their noses up at our cider!"

Trixie hiccups. "Well, Trixie cannot imagine why. It is simply the best thing she has tasted for days!"

The stallions are pleased. Trixie is pleased. The stallions hold forth their straw hats.

"Then may we beg a small token of your appreciation, madame?"

Uh-oh. Trixie is no longer pleased.

"My good gentlecolts, I am afraid that you have... caught the Great and Powerful Trixie at a rather unfortunate time! You see..." Wait a moment! Surely, Trixie's talents can be put to good use in this situation!

"And what talents would those be?" asks the one with the moustache, his eyebrow raised.

They can read Trixie's thoughts! They are telepaths! Trixie recovers from her surprise and, by way of explanation, creates an astonishing display of fireworks!

They are perhaps not as astonishing as those from Trixie's past performances, but she has been under the weather lately. The delicious cider is restoring her strength by the second, however, and the magic does not drain her as deeply as it has over the last few months.

"Feast your eyes, dear ponies, on the phenomenal, the amazing talents of the Great and Powerful Trixie!" More fireworks. Trixie may not have her stage or her beloved starry hat and cape, but she still has presence, and it is obvious that these simple salesponies are easily impressed by the Great and Powerful--

"Uhh, no offense lady, but we had something a little more material in mind."

"One cannot fill one's belly with pretty firework displays, as I'm sure you no doubt understand."

Trixie has a bad feeling about this. "But... I don't have any money. If I'd thought you were selling, I wouldn't have had any, I swear!"

The stallions sigh and look at each other. Trixie's first instinct is to flee, but that would be morally unjust and therefore beneath her. She is not, however, looking forward to whatever fate these two are planning for her.

"Well, brother, what do you say? She could always work off her debt for us."

"Hmm, yes, I suppose so. But just what sort of task could she perform?"

Trixie likes this idea; it is better than many other ideas which have occurred to her in the past few minutes. "Trixie is capable of a great many feats! Her magic is unparalleled among unicorn kind!"

"Hmm, I'm not so sure, Flim. I mean, we're unicorns. What need do we have of further magical power?"

This is not going well! "O-or Trixie can assist you with your sales. She is, after all, a showmare of worldly renown, and could help you attract customers."

"Lady," says the one called Flim, his voice full of irritation, "right now, I don't think there's much you could attract aside from flies. But I can think of a use for you. What d'you say, brother mine, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I believe I am, dear brother!"

The stallions chuckle. Trixie wonders what unheard message has passed between them. She has second thoughts about the not running. "Anything, tell me! Trixie desires only to repay her incurred debt!"

The brothers lean in towards Trixie's ears and begin to whisper their ideas. Trixie's first reaction is utter horror.

"How dare you suggest that the Great and Powerful Trixie perform such acts?"

"Dearest Trixie, surely you aren't about to back out on a deal?" says the one on the left, though he is not looking at Trixie.

"Well, Trixie would not wish to back out, it is just that..."

"But don't you see," says the other, "that this is the best way you could pay us back?"

"Indeed, dear brother, indeed. Why, I can't think of anything more valuable!"

"Plus, it'll be fun! Don't you think so?"

Thinking about it, Trixie has to admit she's been focused for so long on food, shelter and revenge that she has forgotten about those other needs. They are needs which these brothers are now suggesting Trixie fulfill, in so many sordid and...

My ears are hot and red. I haven't felt this way in a very long time.

"Well, Miss Trixie?"

I cannot say no. Not only have I no other recourse to pay off my debt, but... Perhaps all of that cider has gone to my head. Does cider do that? Does it change one's perceptions? This certainly has, if only through the act of drinking it when it was offered. If this is the only course of action, then I will pursue it gladly!

"Trixie accepts."

The stallions grin and their bowties begin to unknot. I am not entirely certain how to approach this, as it has been far too long.

"Well brother, which end do you prefer?" asks Flim, his shirt unbuttoning.

"I'll give you the honor of first choice," replies the other, hat flying off to a convenient hook on their machine. "I expect we'll be switching partway, after all."

I move off to the edge of the trees. "Shouldn't we, say, move out of the path, lest some passerby happen upon us?"

Flim grins at me. "Oh, we don't mind."

Flam shares his grin. "It'll be all the more titillating should we be spotted!"

I swallow. "V-very well..."

The stallions are nude as I, and, to my blushing realization, very ready for what they are about to do. They are twins identical in every way. I can't recall the last time I was with a stallion, let alone one that looks like either of them. My mouth goes dry as I imagine either of those inside me... Oh sweet Luna, I'm going to have them both in me. This was maybe not the best idea ever.

But Flam has already approached me, standing on his hind legs, and the tip of his stallionhood dangles invitingly before my nose. I give it a lick; it stands straighter and tastes of... popcorn? I feel hooves against my croup, another member pressing against my nethers. I've never done this before. Two stallions at once? It's a little scary, but it's also daring. Exciting even!

"Go ahead," says Flam, and Flim rams his cock into me. I absolutely was not ready for that and I open my mouth to gasp, allowing Flam's to slide inside. Flim is so thick, it's all I can do not to scream out around the cock in my mouth, but oh Luna, does that feel good! He's slamming against my rump and it's forcing me to choke down his brother's dick, which I can just barely do. These brothers have amazing girth, and this thing simply fills my mouth.

Flim is doing most of the work, for which I am glad, because I'm quickly overwhelmed by this sensation of being completely filled with pony cock. He's playing rough, just slamming his hips against my rump without any concern for me, but... sweet Sisters, this is amazing! Oh, I like it rough, I really do! I just need this so badly; I've been as starved for sex as I have been for good food!

As I rock forward onto Flam's shaft, I make sure to polish it thoroughly, running my tongue over the surface and savoring the musky flavor. He's so long, the tip is nearly setting off my gag reflex. I wrap my tongue around the length and this seems to please him, because he's placed his hooves on my shoulders and is leaning against me. With his brother's weight on my back, it's hard to keep standing.

Not to mention that hard member thrusting again and again into my pussy. He's stretching me hard, filling me up with pounding stallion meat in ways I've never dreamed of. I hate to admit it, but this is the best fucking I've had in a long time, even since before I ran out of luck in Ponyville.

"You're going to take it all, right?" says the one I'm sucking off. I look up at him, wondering what he means. His eyes are squeezed shut and he rears back before a flood of hot, salty cum washes into my mouth. This makes gag, and some of it dribbles out between my lips as I try to remember to swallow. There's just too much, I can't help losing some.

"Ready, brother?" he asks, the bluster taken out of his voice by exhausting wind of sexual release. I'd forgotten just how quickly a stallion can be drained by his exertions.

"Just a little more..."

The cock slides out of my mouth and I lick my lips, only to gasp as Flim increases his pace. He's laying atop me now, hooves wrapped under my belly, driving my front end towards the ground as he grinds against me. I can barely think, and just moan in ecstasy as he shivers, grunts, and at least floods me with cum.

He lets out a sigh of relief. "All set then, brother?"

"Ready if you are!"

I hear the sound of two hooves clopping together above me. Did they just high-hoof over me? So tacky.

It occurs to me that these fellows do not know how to treat a lady at all. I should have realized this sooner, of course, but I haven't had much contact with ponies of late, certainly not intimate contact.

Flim slides out of me, and goddesses does that feel good, even if I'm being left unfulfilled. And then I realize, they're circling. They're switching positions! Did I agree to that? I can't remember. Now Flim is front and Flam is behind and...

"Goodness me, Flim, you've left quite the mess here!"

"Hmm, yes perhaps, and I intend to do the same at this end, when I'm done. You ready, brother?"

"Ready as I'll ever be!" Flam presses against my haunches and I feel his member, stiff again, pressing in against the wetness coating me.

"Do be a good filly and open wide," says Flim, wagging his hips in front of my face and suddenly Trixie is not feeling so good about this. But she did agree, so she opens wide and that same popcorn flavor fills her mouth, though this time it is much saltier.

The pounding sensation against her nethers is somewhat muted, but because of all the extra lubricant, Flam is able to move much faster than his brother.

"So you like it this way, don't you?"

"Yes! She's quite the dirty girl, isn't she, brother mine?"

Why are they talking? They weren't talking before...

"She's definitely enjoying it, aren't you?"

"Such a willing little nightingale."

No, no, no, do not say these things about Trixie, she is no common strumpet, she just...

Had a debt to pay off.

Because she has no money, because Twilight Sparkle made a fool of her...

Because Trixie is a fool. And now she is being used like a fool, and it is all because she took that apple from the orchard that was not hers, that is definitely the reason that this is happening to her. She should just close her eyes and accept her fate, her punishment for transgressing her normally strong morals and thinking only of herself. Trixie is not great, or powerful, she is just a silly pony, and deserves nothing better.

Cock suddenly slides from her mouth. She was not even paying attention, and this is a surprise, so she cannot react except to close her eyes when Flim releases his cum onto her face. It is warm and sticky and gets in her mane and slides down her chin and she just squeezes her eyes shut to make sure it does not get in them. The stallion leans down and slides a hoof along her other cheek, whispering, "That's a good look on you."

Flam is holding Trixie close and pumping fiercely against her rump. It does not feel as good as it did before, but Trixie is not doing this for her own pleasure. Still, after the pounding she has gotten from both stallions, she has built to a climax herself and comes with a yelp, at the same time as the other brother. As he slides out of her, so too does a large amount of fluid, splashing onto the ground and getting in Trixie's back hooves.

The brothers laugh tiredly.

"I must say, that was a fantastic idea. Good job, Trixie!"

"Yes, I dare say your debt is suitably paid off now. Forgive and forget, that's our motto!"

"Well said, brother, well said!"

They retrieve their shirts and bowties and Trixie shakes her head, both to clear the fog of lust and the semen which still drips down her face. As they turn to leave, something stirs within her.

"Wait!" Trixie is not sure what she is doing. Has she ever been? They stop, and the one without the moustache turns his head. Trixie's vision is slightly obscured by dripping fluids.

"Yes?"

"Trixie wonders... She wants to help you, to get revenge on the ponies of Ponyville." Trixie was timid at first, but her confidence is growing! "She too has been wronged by Twilight Sparkle and her friends. For the past year, revenge has been the first thing on..."

The stallions are laughing. Why are they laughing?

"My dear lady, forgive us our laughter, but revenge? Surely, you can't be serious!"

"We're salesponies, not supervillains!"

"We won the competition, but lost the day, fair and square."

"We were defeated by ourselves, not those Apples."

"We bear Ponyville no ill will, though we shan't be passing through again."

They laugh some more and shake their heads and climb into their contraption.

"Revenge, brother, can you believe it?"

It sputters, then roars, and rolls down the road past Trixie. The two stallions sing a song as it rolls past her.

"Well, we had opportunity, in this very community..."

Trixie hates it when they sing.

Now, Trixie is alone again and all is quiet except for one last "plop" and a shudder as something slides out of her hindquarters.

What just happened to Trixie? Was that even Trixie, doing those things with those stallions? And just who were they, anyway? What circumstances lead a trio of ponies to meet up in the forest, where they do unspeakable things to each other and...

What if they were spies after all? That's it! They were spies, and the whole elaborate competition scheme was just a ploy to get them into Trixie's good graces. They lost the competition on purpose -- who ever heard of a cider-making contest, anyway? -- and then they lured Trixie into being indebted to them with their cider, because Twilight Sparkle knows that Trixie is not in the best of health, and then they...

Humiliated her.

Damn you, Twilight Sparkle! Nopony humiliates the Great and Powerful Trixie and gets away with it! Damn you, and every last one of your friends and spies and the little creatures which come and steal Trixie's food in your name! Trixie will get the better of you, one day! She may have lost this battle, but she has not lost the war!

This just proves that Trixie was right all along. She must redouble her efforts and remain ever vigilant! As horrible as those Flim Flam Brothers were, they had a point: she must take advantage of every opportunity! Be on your guard, Twilight Sparkle; Trixie is coming!

No, wait, she already did that. Now she must clean herself up. Things are still dripping, eugh.

Notes o' the Author:

Let this be a lesson to ye, shipmates: take care when yer givin' me an idea. The barnacles in me brain'll twist it around inta somethin' nopony wants t' be seein'! Ye know who ye be!

Many a thanks to me ol' messmates He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, Some Other Guy an' the Fifth Marx Brother fer all their 'elp. Ye be welcome on me crew any day, yarr-harr!

-Shivered Timbers, the Porn Pirate