"The winner gets your man slut to play with. The loser has to watch." Trixie twirled the ends of her cyan hair with her wand, already glowing with red magical energy. All of Ponyville was watching. Half of them stared in horror at Trixie's return, what with the way she had already wreaked havoc in town. The other half were simply slack-jawed at how salacious her costume had become since her last visit. Her black corset could barely contain her not-entirely-organic breasts, a thong was the only thing keeping her crotch and posterior from being bare, and her perfectly curved legs sported a pair of thigh-high boots that looked like they belonged in an S&M club. Normally, her pointed hat and cape would have kept this all covered up, but the magician had since discarded them for a better show. "So, what do you say, Twilight Sparkle?" she asked with a haughty cackle.
"He is not a 'man slut', Trixie. He is my faithful assistant," Twilight said. She defensively wrapped her arms around Spike's shoulders. Spike answered by glaring back at Trixie with an affirmative humph. Not that Spike needed an excuse to look at Trixie. "I am not going to play your ridiculous game for the possession of one of my friends."
"Have it your way." Trixie flicked her hair over her head in a dismissive gesture before waving her wand. In a matter of seconds, Spike was writhing on the ground. Though his groans could easily have been mistaken for pain, the reality was that Trixie sent magic vibrations to massage him between the legs. Sensations he didn't even know existed were running rampant up and down his cock in a chaotic experience of tortuous pleasure. The spell reduced Spike to grabbing his groin and rolling around on the ground while screaming for the thing to stop. Twilight gasped, shocked, and turned back to Spike's tormentor.
"Stop it, Trixie!"
"Then duel me, Twilight Sparkle."
Ponyville's resident librarian sighed and agreed. As soon as the curse on Spike ended, Twilight drew her wand and the two wizards agreed on the terms of their duel. It was standard fare, where each duelist would cast a spell more advanced than the previous, until one of them couldn't top the other. Twilight thought she had the upper hand right up until Trixie transformed a pair of teenagers with an aging spell, a feat that she was fairly sure even her mentor couldn't pull off.
Which was how Twilight found herself tied to a chair with her legs spread in the middle of her own library.
Trixie sat on top of a bookshelf with her legs crossed and wearing a smug smirk. She looked down at her defeated rival with a look of satisfaction. Twilight had struggled at first, but the rope was magically reinforced, and there was no way the librarian was escaping without her wand. With the way the chair's back curved and the ropes ran over and under Twilight's modest breasts, it made her small chest look quite a bit larger. Trixie immediately decided she liked Twilight better this way.
"Nothing to say?" Trixie asked of her captive. She had intentionally skipped out on gagging her rival. Hearing Twilight's every protest all night was the real prize of her victory. If the defeated girl wouldn't talk, then Trixie was going to goad the words out of her. "I'm sure your former toy is going to have lots of words to say while I'm playing with him."
"If you hurt him in the slightest..." Twilight began to snarl.
"He's going to hurt, and he's going to love every second of it." Trixie grinned in a way that made Twilight struggle against her bonds, but it was futile. "Speaking of which, he ought to be ready right about now." The traveling magician flicked her wand once and disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke, leaving Twilight alone with her worried thoughts. She wondered for a few minutes what Trixie had up her proverbial sleeve, but her thoughts were quickly cut short as soon as Trixie reentered the room.
Almost as expected, the buxom magician was leading her newly won partner on a collar and leash. What came as a surprise to Twilight, however, was the attire that Spike was wearing. From the neck to halfway down his thighs, Spike was dressed in a French maid costume that could only belong in a strip club. Trixie must have tailored it with magic to fit Spike's body, as the black fabric hugged curves that Twilight didn't know that Spike had. While the low cut top exposed his toned pecs, the midsection clung to his waist, accenting girlish hips that put Rarity's to shame. The frilly skirt and stockings weren't helping matters either. Twilight bit her lips and blushed, both ashamed and jealous for a multitude of reasons.
"A little eye contact won't hurt." Whether Trixie was talking to Twilight or Spike was rather ambiguous. With a dainty finger, she tickled Spike beneath the chin, lifting up his gaze so he could look at Twilight. Much like Twilight, Spike was blushing madly, embarrassed to be seen in fetishwear for girls in front of his best friend. Seeing Twilight bound and legs spread, with only a pleated skirt barely covering her crotch, only made matters worse for him. He had never seen Twilight in any kind of sexual context before, and having Trixie play the puppetmaster made everything even worse.
"This is disgusting!" Twilight spat. She turned her head to the side, refusing to look at the spectacle that Trixie wanted her to see. "The terms of the duel said nothing about humiliating Spike like this!"
"But it said nothing about not doing it," Trixie chuckled. She sauntered over to Twilight, hips swaying back and forth for both pairs of eyes watching her. With the leash in Trixie's hand, Spike had no choice but to follow her, shuffling his feet with his eyes glued to the floor. Dropping her wand, Trixie reached under Twilight's skirt and cupped Twilight's mound, rubbing gently with the heel of her hand. "And it seems like the Great and Powerful Trixie isn't the only one enjoying it."
Twilight stifled a moan. Her captor was using magic to send vibrations up her body, tickling her clit in a way that she had never felt before. She didn't want Spike to see her like this, pleasured into submission by a cruel dominatrix. But it had been a while since Twilight had last relieved her pent-up stress, and Trixie's teasing was nothing short of masterful. Trixie's thumb rubbed circles around Twilight's pleasure button and the rest of her fingers ground against Twilight's labia, all through Twilight's cotton panties which were quickly becoming moist.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie appears to have dropped her wand. Pick it up, slave." Even without using his name, it was obvious that she was talking to Spike. When he squatted at the knees to pick it up, Trixie snapped her fingers. A quick shock ran through her magical implement, forcing Spike to drop it with a sharp yelp of pain. "Bend at the waist, not the knees. And face away from us." Spike immediately obeyed.
When her assistant bent over, Twilight got a faceful of Spike's bare ass. Without any underwear to cover him below the waist, the frilly maid skirt couldn't cover what Spike was packing. His ass bubbled out so roundly that Twilight had to wonder how she or any of her friends had never noticed it before. At that moment, Twilght felt a sear of jealousy, as she would have traded quite a few books to have her bony hips replaced with the girly set Spike had. Packed between his thighs was his package, tucked neatly. His balls were large and smooth, dwarfing the small, limp cock hanging below them. She had to admit that there was something cute about it, like it wanted to be fondled and played with. Something inside of her wanted to reach out and play with it, even if she was tied up and supposedly resisting the entire spectacle.
Standing back up, Spike handed the wand back to Trixie. His skin tone had turned a bright red by now, knowing that he had just fully exposed himself to his best friend. An open hand smacked him across the face and quickly seized him by the chin. He was soon staring into Trixie's violet eyes, which were glaring back at him, obviously displeased.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie had made it very clear how you were to act before she lead you out here." Trixie slapped Spike across the other cheek. The sound resounded in the library, enough to make Twilight yell in protest, which Trixie promptly ignored. With surprising strength, Trixie grappled and manhandled Spike, tossing him so he laid prone over Twilight's lap. Spike hardly fought back, letting his body drape of Twilight's, with his bare rump sticking up exposed in the air.
"S-Spike," Twilight stammered, unable to finish any thoughts. Only minutes ago had Twilight first noticed Spike's body, and now she was in direct contact with him. she wanted a free hand to pet him, like he was some kind of dog. A strange emotion was growing inside of her, making her feel pity for Spike, but in a bizarre, sexual way. She wanted to cuddle and protect him, all while fondling him. Not that Trixie was going to give her that luxury.
One of Trixie's open hands came down on Spike again, but this time on his ass. The strike left a bright red mark on his rump right in front of Twilight's eyes. Nobody had much time to react before Trixie spanked Spike again. Spike took the pain, groaning through clenched teeth. Meanwhile, Twilight couldn't help but notice how Spike's ass jiggled under the force of Trixie's blows. The magician started slowly at first, allowing a palpable pause between each hit. The tension in the air during the gaps made Spike wince, the anticipation of the next dose of pain much worse than the actual spanking itself. At the same time, Trixie's eyes never broke contact with Twilight's. The menace in Trixie's smile was overflowing, as she took delight in Twilight's shame.
Each spank became progressively faster. Before long, the library was filled with echoes of Trixie smacking Spike's plump ass and Spike crying out in pain. Even as he did so, he never explicitly told Trixie to stop, which only lead her to hit harder. Worst of all, each spank made Twilight feel something digging into her thigh. It started small and soft at first, but it grew larger and harder with each blow.
After what must have been minutes of punishment, the dominating woman had to stop to give her own hand a rest. Shaking out her wrist, she looked down at her work. Spike's behind was positively raw from the beating it had just taken. His cock was now fully erect, grown into a massive beast pinned between his own body weight and Twilight's leg. Twilight's shameful arousal at the situation was not lost on Trixie's discerning eyes.
With a yank on the leash, Trixie stood Spike back up. His cock had swollen up to its full size, and Twilight could now see that he was very much a grower. The skirt on the maid uniform couldn't even begin to hide his large member. In spite of how heavy it looked, it stood straight up, lifting the skirt with it, pointing upwards in a purely lewd display. Trixie licked her lips as her gaze ate up the delicious, juicy specimen. Unable to resist her own libido, she reached out and wrapped her hand around it, barely able to hold it in a full-fisted grasp. She gave a single squeeze and stroke, making Spike moan with his entire voice.
Mere inches away from Twilight's face, Spike's swollen, purple tip leaked a few drops of precum, running down his smooth shaft. The sheer musk in Twilight's nostrils couldn't be ignored, and she felt an ache of need between her legs. Soon, her underwear was in need of a fresh change, but her womanhood was more in need of a touch, any touch. But with the ropes restraining her, she was at the mercy of Trixie to give her some sort of release.
"Is Trixie's new boy toy ready for his punishment?" At this point, Spike knew better than to disagree. He nodded in agreement, wishing he could somehow get rid of his embarrassing erection that was hanging in front of Twilight's face. "Good boy," Trixie cooed as she stroked Spike's hair. She snapped her fingers, summoning a wrapped condom into her hand. "The Great and Powerful Trixie always practices safe sex," she said as she got on her knees. Kneeling between Spike and Twilight, the dominatrix ripped open the foil with her teeth and delicately placed the latex on Spike's manhood with her mouth. With careful fingers she unrolled the condom over Spike's throbbing cock. As elastic as the material was, it was a tight fit with his girthy length stretching the protective material to its limit.
Another snap of the magician's fingers, and the leash came to life. It snaked around in the air for a few moments before capturing Spike's wrists, trying his hands behind his back. Even with the anticipation of putting his cock to use, Spike couldn't be surprised at Trixie tying him into submission. She then shoved him hard from behind, forcing him to bend over, thrusting his face right into Twilight's. He couldn't look her in the eyes, trying to turn away. Twilight looked over Spike's head, ready to glare at Trixie until she saw the look on Trixie's face. There was a new level of deviousness on her face now.
Twilight's eyes went wide as Trixie snapped her fingers one more time. Her purple thong was quickly replaced with a set of straps and a large, clear, and ribbed phallus rising out of them. Unable to act in the situation, all she could do was whisper in Spike's ear. "Don't worry, it'll be over soon," she said.
Trixie cackled at the sight of Twilight's fearful anticipation and Spike's ignorance. She looked down at Spike's bent-over ass, marveling at the sight. It certainly wasn't as nice as her own, but it made a very nice second. She stroked her lubricated toy a few times, shuddering in pleasure as the spell to make it feel real worked its magic. Without a single care as to whether or not her victim was ready, she shoved her strap-on dildo into Spike's asshole, thrusting nearly halfway in before his clenched muscles stopped her.
Spike's voice was nothing short of bloody murder. He had never taken anything from behind before, and being stretched like this all of a sudden was a blindingly painful experience. He thrashed in Trixie's grasp, who held his hips tightly with superhuman strength. In spite of all the pain searing in his ass, blood continued to rush between his legs. Beneath the force of Trixie's thrusts deeper inside of him, his cock bounced between his own stomach and Twilight's legs. The feeling of being so close to release for his manhood while being used like a toy made him pant and gasp like a bitch in heat in front of Twilight's face.
Twilight herself was sweating. Beneath the stuffy sweater vest and blouse, her skin was tingling at watching her assistant being reamed. Every time his covered cock touched her body, she badly wanted it inside of her. With her legs spread and bound, she couldn't even rub her thighs together to release some of the pressure that was building up inside of her. As much shame as Spike was feeling, being fucked in front of his best friend, Twilight felt even worse for being turned on by it.
Another smack echoed in the library as Trixie gleefully swatted Spike's bubble butt again. She wasn't surprised at how tight Spike was, a presumably straight male's anus should have been the tightest hole around. But his muscles were gripping every inch of her silicone cock and it was sending her straight to heaven. The warm clutch wrapped around her toy was sending warm sensations through the shaft and into her womanhood, tickling her clit and massaging the insides of her pussy as she kept plowing Spike. Her heavy breasts jiggled every time she thrust into her new toy, threatening to pop out of her corset, a sight for Twilight's sore eyes.
After numerous probes and prods, Trixie found an angle and spot that made Spike's entire body tremble every time her dildo hit it. His moans of pleasure and pain were especially loud when she rubbed up against it, and she knew in a moment that she had found his prostate. She decided it was time to discover just how submissive Spike could become. Trixie picked up her pace, thrusting in to the hilt and rubbing against Spike's male g-spot every time. Her hips collided with his ass with a wet smack every time, drowned out only by Spike's moans begging for more. His ass clamped down tighter with each movement, pleasing Trixie's own clit with a warm fog that she always loved. With one last thrust, she nearly pulled out entirely before slamming herself back in to the hilt, granting him the mercy of a stroke to his balls as she did so.
That was too much for Spike. After a while the pain had given way to the pleasure of being penetrated from behind, but when Trixie had found his sensitive spot, Spike's eyes nearly rolled into his head. Having a beauty like Trixie pound him was a pleasure he never thought he'd enjoy, but he was quickly becoming accustomed to it. When she finally touched him between the legs, his trigger finally went off. The ball of heat inside him finally exploded. and his balls churned as his semen came rushing up through his cock. It came in waves, with each spurt stronger than the last. He shook from head to toe as his thick semen filled the tip of the already stretched condom. Suddenly, the rubber, overfilled with Spike's shaft and seed, burst open. The stench of his semen filled the room as his cum splattered onto Twilight's sweater vest, staining it dark with a scent that wouldn't wash out for weeks.
Twilight couldn't believe what she was seeing. First, Trixie had the nerve to fuck Spike right in front of her, and now Spike had lost control and cum all over her. She should have been offended, but the smell of sex was intoxicating her and the sight of Spike spilling himself all over her stomach was making things worse. As much as she wanted Spike inside of her, she would have settled for anything, even swapping places with Spike at that very moment.
The bound woman's frustration was not lost on Trixie. She laughed haughtily again, sensing Twilight's dire need for some kind of sexual release. "Are you sure he's not your toy, Twilight Sparkle?" Trixie asked as she thrust inside of Spike again. Even after orgasm, Spike's cock was still hard and prodding against Twilight's body. "Maybe I should make him yours. Any arguments, Twilight Sparkle?" Before Twilight could say anything, another magical spell made her panties dissolve and her skirt flip up, exposing her glistening pussy and purple pubes to the air. Trixie grabbed Spike by the hair and shoved his face between Twilight's legs. "Just because you had yours, don't think Trixie is done with you. Now get licking," she ordered as she continued to pound her dildo deep inside of him.
Even if Spike had a choice to defy Trixie's orders, he was too far lost in his lust to disagree. Ignoring the fact that he was nose-deep in his best friend's pussy, he stuck out his tongue and began licking. Her flavor was mild, but she had plenty of wetness for him to lap up. While his tongue was awkward and clumsy, Twilight's overwhelming horniness paid no mind to Spike's lack of skill, thankful to simply to feel something touch her between the legs. She rocked her body in her chair, trying to get Spike's tongue deeper inside of her. Any thoughts of being embarrassed by the situation gave way to her carnal desires.
Trixie laughed again, this time at her triumph. Not only had she turned Spike into her own personal toy, but she had successfully seduced Twilight into throwing away her inhibitions. Every time she drove her fake cock deeper into Spike, she pushed his face deeper into Twilight's pussy. The voices of Spike and Twilight singing in shameful pleasure was music to Trixie's ears, far more satisfying than the hot vibrations her toy was sending up her clit. When she decided that Twilight's moans were sufficiently loud and depraved, she pulled Spike up by the hair. The departure of Spike's eager tongue from her slit made Twilight whine in need.
"Glad to see you finally coming around," Trixie said to Twilight. She pulled the broken condom off of Spike's still-hard cock, tossing the destroyed latex aside. "Now that you're all warmed up, it's time for you to share the fun." With another magic spell, Twilight soon found a strap-on dildo similar to Trixie's around her waist. The straps were arranged so that her pussy was still exposed, and the shaft of the toy was studded compared to Trixie's ribbed toy. It was also a good size bigger than Trixie's own phallus, a monster that would split anybody in half.
"Spike's never going to..." Twilight started, but she was silenced by her assistant obediently squatting over her. With the help of Trixie's hands, Spike's girly, bubbly ass took the tip of Twilight's fake cock right in front of her eyes. It was like Spike wasn't even there anymore, but a plaything that would respond to anything Trixie said had replaced him. As his tight asshole began to swallow her dildo, the toy vibrated in response, grinding against her swollen love button. Together, Spike and Twilight moaned in unison, submitting to Trixie's perverted will.
Spike had Twilight's cock bottomed out in nearly no time. As he sat in Twilight's lap, letting her stretching him out from within, Trixie approached with her strap-on still dripping with lube. Trixie put a finger to Spike's lips, hushing him as she positioned her dildo again, this time at Twilight's dripping wet entrance. She made no gestures at being gentle, knowing exactly how slippery and wet Twilight was. Her phallus drove in to the hilt inside of Twilight in a single slick motion, making Twilight scream at the sudden dual pleasures. With her cunt stuffed and the magical feedback of the silicone penis, Twilight's vision became blurry, swimming in a sea of pleasant sensation.
As Trixie fucked Twilight's sopping wet pussy, Spike was sandwiched between the bodies of the two women. The feeling of having Twilight deep inside of him while Trixie's heaving breasts came tantalizingly close to his body was driving him wild. Even if he was the proverbial bottom, being sandwiched between this pair of girls while having his g-spot tickled by Twilight's studs was too much for him. Without any manual stimulation, his cock fired for the second time that day. It twitched uncontrolably, shooting thick ropes of his cum into the air where they would land on Trixie's bare cleavage and face. Being marred by Spike's filth didn't bother Trixie one bit, as the victory of bending Twilight to her will was far more important. Every time Twilight filled him in to the hilt, another glob of Spike's cream shot out, glazing Trixie's tits further.
Twilight hadn't realized it, but the ropes binding her hands had become undone. Subconsciously, she had her hands on Spike's hips, bouncing him up and down on her massive toy that was vibrating against her along with Trixie's cock that was filling her up. When she heard Spike's stilted moans of orgasm, she pumped harder than before, determined to get her orgasm. As he clenched around her dildo, she felt the tightness in every nerve of her body, pushing her over the edge. Twilight's world went white as her pussy clamped down on Trixie's invading toy and every muscle in her legs trembled. Her slit gushed, spilling copious amount of fluids that splashed against Spike's ass and flowed over the edge of her chair. Hugging tightly onto Spike's waist and leaning against him, Twilight's orgasm sucked all the energy out of her as she came.
Seeing Twilight give in was all the trigger that Trixie needed. With the sweet smell of Spike's cum on her body and watching Twilight cave to her base instincts, Trixie threw her head back with a scream that could be heard from the other side of town. She screamed over and over against, feeling Twilight's pussy stroke and squeeze her dildo, Trixie never stopped thrusting her hips into her rival's, intent on getting every drop of bliss that she could from her victims. The heat burned inside of her from head to toe, only amplified by watching Twilight make a complete dripping mess of herself. By the time it was over, all three were breathing heavily, with Trixie standing triumphant over the other two.
"What a mess you've made," Trixie said as she tickled Spike under the chin, his eyes level with her deep cleavage. "Be a good maid and clean it up." Without waiting, Trixie shoved Spike's head between her breasts, threatening to suffocate him with her pillowy mounds. Without being told, Spike began licking, cleaning the cummy mess he had left with his tongue. Trixie hummed in satisfaction as his warm tongue wiped her clean, saying, "Don't swallow either." With his tired eagerness, Spike had cleaned Trixie in seconds, his own salty seed pooled in his mouth, making his cheeks bulge.
"Now be a good toy and share." Trixie guided Spike's face back over to Twilight's, and shoved their mouths together. Twilight was too exhausted to put up and resistance as Spike kissed her, dropping his own semen into her mouth. In his obedience, Spike thrust his tongue against Twilight's, who responded in kind. The two of them shared a sloppy kiss with cum shared between them and dripping past their lips as Trixie watched, arms crossed in satisfaction. Unable to resist the temptating, she leaned over and licked a few drops off of Twilight's cheek before whispering into her ear.
"Be good, and we can do this every day. Understood?"
Twilight and Spike both nodded.
