Friends are close, Enemies are closer.
Trixie knew she wasn't a good pony.
By no means did she consider herself an evil or black-hearted pony; even her two past transgressions had been forgiven. Celestia’s University for Gifted Ponies had such an intimate relationship with trouble that such things as Ursa Minor attacks and power hungry magi corrupted by ancient artifacts were barely worthy of casual mention. The spectacularly jaded students, after all, had bigger things to worry about such as midterms, finals, or preparing for social events around the campus. When compared to those worries how could events like the return of Nightmare Moon, or the God of Chaos being released rate higher than an inconvenience?
No, such things were forgotten more than forgiven in the university halls, but it was all the same to Trixie.
She also knew she might not have been the most savory of company. How could she have time for pleasantries when she had to constantly remind the ever-forgetful masses how great, powerful, and simply magnificent in every possible way she was? She didn’t go around impersonating faculty, instilling fear into the minds of others, or replacing the textbooks with graphic pictures of the Cake family’s rather kinky bedroom adventures, so she simply chalked the difficulties others had with her as eccentric quirks of her personality, to which a pony as amazing as she was entitled.
No, there was a good reason as to why Trixie was a bad pony, and was willing to admit it to herself for once in her twenty years of life. Something she had done for which even she hated herself for. And had she not been dealing with a group of overzealous ponies trying to make her face the consequences for it, she might have had time to consider how to fix it.
“Get back here and stand still, Trixie!” Rainbow colored streaks screamed through the air, just missing Trixie, leaving broken walls and bent metal lockers in their wake. “I’ll show you what happens when you fuck with my friends!”
“You’ll do no such thing!” Trixie shouted back. “I dont want to hurt you, please just let me talk to you!”
Trixie was beginning to think that the multi-hued menace had an endless supply of energy and time to direct towards her. Dodging yet another painful-looking blow to her abdomen, Trixie thought fast and used a cantrip of magic to remold the shattered wall around the fist of the attacking mare. She put distance between herself and the angry tomcolt once she saw her plan was effective.
“You think this is going to stop me from beating you into cloud dust?!”
“I hope it would at least detain you long enough for you to calm down and listen to me!” Trixie pleaded.
She knew she couldn’t avoid the athlete for long; Rainbow Dash was quite a strong bodied mare, and trying to survive her wrath without fighting back was proving to be a near-death-or-worse experience.
“There isn't anything you can say that's going to make what you did okay!” Rainbow screamed as she tried to dislodge herself.
“And just what the hay did she do?” came a southern accent from around the corner. An orange earth pony appeared, wearing an all too mutual ‘not wanting to deal with Rainbow Dash’s antics’ expression across her face.
“Why hello, Applejack,” Trixie breathed in between pants. “Me and Rainbow Dash here were discussing an urgent matter that had occurred earlier today. And Dash believes, strongly so, that it is severely deserving of my efforts to fix rather soon.”
“Come again?” Applejack asked.
“She made Twilight cry…” Dash finished with a glower, her angry stare was soon joined with a cold and questioning look shot from under the hat of the farm pony.
“Oh, by Celestia’s royal flanks…” Trixie groaned, dramatically rolling her head and falling to her knees. “Before Rainbow Dash, Rarity had chased me around the campus threatening to sew my mane into a sweater. Before her, Fluttershy tried to suplex me, after her grizzly bear failed in the attempt to do so. And during all of this, Pinkie Pie has made me question the longevity of my life, and the very laws of physics themselves, by popping up everywhere wearing a hockey mask, and wielding a chainsaw.” Exhausted, Trixie let out a long sigh.
“All I’m asking for is a simple chance to explain myself before I get mutilated by the Elements of Harmony! I think with everything I’ve been through today I at least deserve that chance? Don't we have laws regarding such things as a trial by peers?”
“We aren't your ‘peers.’ Not after today, Trixie, not ever again!” Dash yelled.
“Well you’re the closest thing I’ve got!” Trixie bit back. She turned to the farm girl and bowed her head, seeing this as the last chance she had. “Please, Applejack, I feel horrible for what I’ve done, and that was before you all started trying to kill me. But if I end up in the hospital, Luna be blessed if that’s all I suffer through, I can't explain my side of the story, nor can I make things right and fix what I’ve done. Just give me a chance, and if you don't like what I have to say, you can beat me into the ground and I won't run away!”
Applejack stood there, looking over the blue showmare that was prostrating before her. She toyed with the hay in her mouth to mull over her thoughts, before spitting it out and coming to her decision.
“I reckon we should listen to her.”
“What?!” Dash immediately shot back.
Applejack simply gave her a stern look as she went on, “Trixie has been trying awfully hard to make amends with all of us. She’s even started being mighty friendly to everyone, baring Twilight. Clearly there's something going on between the two of them, and it ain’t going to change if we go and hurt her for something she may, or may not have done.”
Her last words were spoke with eyes targeted behind Trixie. The showmare let out a silent prayer of thanks as a horror themed Pinkie Pie retreated from behind her.
“Besides, I can tell when ponies are lying to me, and Trixie sounds like she doesn't much care for the situation the same as us. So let’s hear what she has to say.”
“Yes, let’s hear how she's going to explain herself,” said Rarity who was just now entering the scene, along with a frightful looking Fluttershy, who was thankfully only pouting instead of staring down the blue unicorn.
Trixie stood back up, and recomposed herself with a deep breath.
“Okay, first things first, I am nothing if not a mare who owns up to her actions. Twilight’s current grief is all due to me…” Trixie paused to shut her eyes, but when death did not come to her in a mob of angry mares, she continued on. “We were talking to one another in the morning. We fell into our old habits of bickering, and I said something that deeply upset her...She ran away from me crying.”
“Said some things?” Rarity asked, ready to make due on past threats.
“I don't know what it was exactly that set her off. I’m just so used to arguing with her, I can't even remember what I said. I don't even know why I do it, the whole thing started because I wanted to say good morning to her, and we just started insulting each other the second we met eyes!”
“You two really do argue a lot about little things…” spoke Fluttershy in a near whisper.
“Quite, it’s almost like you were destined to be bitter rivals since birth.” Rarity stated with a roll of her eyes.
“Only most of the time, Twilight just ignores whatever crap Trixie has to say. So why is it this time shes hiding away in her room, too upset to even come out and show up for class?” Dash interjected.
"SHE’S WHAT?” Trixie all but screamed, unable to believe that the studious book worm would ever willingly miss a day of class in her life. “Twilight doesn’t miss class, that's like Celestia forgetting to raise the sun, Is she really that distraught?”
“Now do you see why everyone’s so upset with you?” Pinkie said, storing away her torturous instruments into her frizzy mane.
“I… I don't understand. Twilight shouldn't even care about what I have to say to her. She’s always been just so ‘above’ anything I could even do to her, so why does she suddenly care now?” Trixie spat the words as if she could taste the foulness on them. She hugged herself and looked down at the ground, unable to direct her scowl at anyone after speaking such words.
Applejack gave a empathetic expression to Rarity, and the two shared in a whole silent conversation in the span of seconds, the kind of communication that only can only be achieved from years of intimate friendship.
Rarity walked up and placed a hand on the shoulder of the disheartened showmare. “Trixie… I think that there are very complicated problems going on between the two of you that need to be laid bare. Things might start getting worse before they get better if you don't talk out your feelings with Twilight.”
Trixie looked up, unable to keep the confusion out of her face. “What feelings? What complications? Me and Twilight just hate each other. It’s like some unwritten law in the celestial code. We hated each other when we were fillies, and we hate each other now.”
“Let me put it this way.” Applejack stepped in, a hard contrast in tone to Rarities soft gentleness. “You're responsible for Twilight acting so glum right now, so you're responsible for fixing it.”
“And if you don’t-" Dash interrupted yet again, finally free of the walls grasp, “-we’ll leave you in a room with Pinkie Pie, a car battery, a sack of flour, and a stuffed turkey.”
Pinkie Pie leaned in and whispered to Trixie. “You don’t want to know what I do with the stuffed turkey.”
Trixie repressed her full body shudder down to a simple tremble.
“Now, none of that you two. Things don't get fixed by threatenin’ ponies,” said Applejack.
“Yeah, but things do get broken when some stuck-up blue bitch starts upsetting my friends to the point of tears!” Dash growled.
Trixie winced, unable, or unwilling, to summon words to her defense.
“I-I think you should give Twilight the night to calm down,” said Fluttershy. “And you should take the evening to think about what you should say. Then apologize and talk to her tomorrow.”
“Oh, no,” Rainbow Dash was now advancing on the showmare, nostrils flared, and murder in her eyes. “I think Trixie should stay as far away from Twilight as possible. After everything Twilight's done for you, the best you can do is be a complete bitch to her. She doesn't need that kind of negativity in her life.”
“Rainbow!” Fluttershy gasp.
“No… she’s right.” Trixie started with a depressed sigh. “Twilight has saved me from myself twice now. I want to be her friend, to say I’m thankful for everything, show her that I'm a different mare now. And yet I always just revert the second I open my mouth to her.” Trixie turned away, unable to face the five before her. “It’s better if I just leave her alone. Maybe I should just drop out of school altogether.”
Dash’s bravado was stopped cold by the rather unexpected shift in Trixie's mood. The mare had looked like she was on the verge of tears, and now Dash was feeling guilty about wanting to kick the showmare’s behind so adamantly just a few seconds ago.
“Now just wait a second!” Pinkie Pie sprang into existence in front of Trixie. “None of this is any good if everyone leaves crying and super sad!”
Applejack and Rarity stepped up, with the farm hand voicing her opinion, “She’s right, we don't need, or want you to do anything so drastic like ruining your education.”
Dash got closer with Fluttershy trailing behind her, the rainbowed pony was busy scratching her mane out of guilt. “Yeah, I didn't know you actually felt bad about any of it. Twilight wouldn't want anyone dropping out of school, no matter how much she didn't like dealing with them.”
Trixie looked up, the need for counsel showing clearly in her eyes. “But what else do I do? I don’t want to ruin things any more than I already have.”
“Honestly, Trixie,” started Fluttershy. “I really do think all you need to do is say that you're sorry.”
“Yeah.” Pinkie swept up Trixie in a crushing hug. “And if you can’t be nice about it, find your own way to get your feelings across! Some people just have an extra special way of dealing with each other, you know?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll try Fluttershy's advice, and see her tomorrow in the morning,” Trixie said after shoving the pink puff ball away from her.
“I’ll just be happy if we can put this dreadful incident behind us,” said Rarity. “Come along girls, lets go tell Celestia what's happening before she sends the royal guard to investigate her pupil’s disappearance.”
They all left Trixie behind as she dusted herself off. Finally free from the threat of danger, she thought it best to retire to her room early, and prepare for what she had to do the next day.
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Hate was not an emotion Trixie often felt; few ponies in the world were even worthy of such attention from her. But even after years of what amounted to a bitter resentment for the little purple unicorn, Trixie still couldn't hone in on just why she had such strong feelings of antipathy for Twilight Sparkle.
Maybe it was the way she garnered attention with her talents without even trying. Maybe it was how she hid her rather petite, but curvy figure behind modest clothing and still got more than a few looks. Maybe it was how, despite being the prized pupil of Celestia, she acted with the modesty of a saint at all times.
Or maybe it was just her, as her peers described, ‘adorkable’ personality and good nature. Maybe she even knew retroactively that the girl would ascend into alicorn hood, thus taking any hope for Trixie to claim the spotlight that she had so rightfully earned. Even a deeply contemplative night of introversion could not lead her to a satisfactory answer.
All of those possibilities aside, Trixie knew she messed up big time. The memory of a teary eyed, sniveling Twilight was a constant stab at her heart any time her thoughts were still. She didn't even remember what she’d said, as conversations between the two were often just a blur of petty tirades. Twilight would always just roll her eyes, and pretend that she didn't care what ever goading the showmare would give, and continue on with her luxurious life, while Trixie formulated some way to wipe the what-should-be-smug look off Twilight’s face.
What with so many friends who cared about her, and all the big things happening within her life, Twilight should have paid little heed for what Trixie had to say, and she often did just that.
But not this time. Whatever Trixie said had gotten to her this time. So now Trixie was on her way down the halls of the dormitory, ready to be at least a somewhat decent pony being, and apologize yet again to a pony who, if she was completely honest with herself, probably shouldn’t even have given her the time of day, much less the power for her words to affect her in such a way.
Trixie finally stopped at the door of Twilight’s dorm room. After many incidents, and what with saving all of Equestria on multiple occasions by now, Twilight had earned herself a solitary room on campus. The showmare was now staring down the mahogany door with the daunting task of showing humility yet again.
'Alright Trixie, breathe in, breathe out. You can do this. Just be courteous. Remember that you are the new ‘Great and Apologetic Trixie’!
Knock knock knock. “Hello, Crylight Sparkle, are you in? The Great and Powerful Trixie wishes to have a word with you!”
‘Buck me in the flanks. already off to a great start’ she thought.
“Well if it isn't the prodigal bitch.” Came a muffled response from behind the wood. The door opened to reveal a small baby dragon, who had gained the look of death himself through what could assumed to be a lack of sleep. Tired, crust ridden eyes brought themselves to Trixie’s face, then scanned around her body with all the ceremony of a begrudged cat.
Had Spike himself not possessed better taste, he might have been impressed with the curvy, womanly figure of the blue mare. Trixie purposely went out of her way to wear the smallest school uniform possible, so that her gracious bosom and flesh strained against the fabric in a rather effective way to draw the eye. Had she some class, and not owned the personality of a dish rag, Spike could have almost compared Trixie’s some what trashy sex appeal to the supreme beauty of Rarity. However, simply thinking about them as even remotely in the same league right now, was too much of a kindness. Trixie had caused Twilight to go full on mope mode, and effectively had ruined a night’s worth of sleep.
Natural dragon instincts had a rather swift solution to this problem. Still, snark and sarcasm were a far less morally frowned-upon method of dealing with things nobody really liked.
“Hello, Trixie. A pleasure to see you,” Spike said with enough venom to comatose a manticore.
“Hello, Spike, is Cr-Twilight Sparkle here in her room?”
“Who wants to know?” Spike said in between a yawn, laying against the door frame.
“I do, I’ve come to see her.”
“Come to make everything better by setting fire to her books, or are you going to do that after you get done telling her she’s adopted?”
“While the snark is well warranted, I’ve come to apologize to Twilight.”
The baby dragon shot a questioning eyebrow up at that. Trixie continued.
“I realize something I said may have crossed the line and seriously upset her.”
“May have? Twilight spent the night reciting sections of the dictionary and encyclopedia.” Spike bounced himself off from the frame, walking closer to glare up at Trixie. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to console a emotionally unstable alicorn who is shouting out some word that basically translates to ‘pain’ every other second?”
“Look, I can either spend my afternoon apologizing to you, or I can go try and set things right with Twilight Sparkle, but I don’t have time to spend on both! I really am here to try and make it up to her.”
Spike grumbled agitated, hushed words, before taking a deep breath, and then looked Trixie right in the eye with a stern expression.
“Look, Trixie, normally I enjoy watching your little fights with Twilight. They make for great popcorn breaks and all. But what ever happened yesterday, it’s clear you did crossed a line.”
“But I-”
“Ap bap bap!” Trixie was swiftly cut off by the young dragon. “You may not see it, but you would make a great friend to Twilight, She’s always wanted someone else she could talk to about all that magic and junk with. And I know that despite your two little slip ups-” Trixie winced as the dragon took a pause to give her a stink eye. “-that you aren't completely a bad pony, just mostly one. And for some reason you can’t get over your jealousy of her.”
“I am not jealo-”
“I dont care! Jealous, angry, annoyed, whatever! Point is that you need to stop acting like she killed your parents and start being nice to her. You both would be a lot happier if you did.” Spike grabbed a cover from behind the door, and started down the hall. “Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to go to Fluttershy’s room. At least her and Dash’s rampant sex noises aren't so hard to sleep through.”
“Wait, you’re just going to leave me here to talk to Twilight? Rather trusting, don't you think?”
Spike turned to give a dreary look. “Rather you two kiss and make up, or I'm wiping blue smears off the wall later tonight. Either way, I’m too tired for this right now.”
Trixie grimaced at the dragon’s choice of words. “There wont be any kissing, of that I can assure you.”
“Then I’ll make sure to get my mop and bucket ready.” Before heading around the corner, the dragon turned on his heel to face Trixie one last time.
“Make this right, Trixie. I mean it!” He huffed, letting his final words hang in the air.
Trixie let the dragon move on, and then headed into Twilight’s room. It was a rather spacious VIP dorm room, which Twilight must have only accepted due to the extra room to house her books, as she had packed the mini library to the brim.
'Leave it to Twilight to not be satisfied with Equestria’s largest library only a few halls away.' She thought. Going to the only other room within the dorm, Trixie mentally steeled herself to talk to the purple alicorn. 'Alright Trixie, just be nice. You can do that, can’t you?'
Trixie opened the bedroom door to find the awaiting eyes of a disgruntled Twilight Sparkle, half hidden under the covers, with her uniform worn in a disheveled state. While nowhere near as bad a wreck as she could have been, such as she was the one time she forgot her special homework assignment due to Celestia herself, Twilight’s distress showed easily on her features.
Trixie couldn’t help but take pleasure in seeing the all-too-perfect alicorn in such a ragged state, and if the leer on her face was half as disgustingly obvious as she felt it was, Twilight could easily tell that the notion of a peaceful discussion was likely a slim possibility.
“Hello, Twilight Sparkle, mind if I take a seat?” Trixie motioned over towards the bed that Twilight sat upon.
“Hello, Trixie Lulamoon. And yes, I do mind,” Twilight said with a scowl.
“Great, I’ll take my seat then.” Twilight was bounced an inch in the air as Trixie plopped herself down on the bed. Twilight was clearly entertaining the notion of magical homicide, if not from her dark scowl, such things could be assumed from the building of magic in her horn. Trixie ignored the act, and took closer inspection of the book worm, letting her eyes quite obviously roam around Twilight’s body.
Bedhead aside, Twilight’s ragamuffin state and angry scowl could only come off as sardonically adorable. Her normally modest school uniform that she wore to exact regulations was halfway off, and gave away enticing peeks to her figure.
Trixie always hated comparing forms to her rival, as it only served to prove her point that the masses were tasteless slobs. Sure, Twilight owned a body that had filled out quite nicely. Her subtle curves and modest, but perky breasts could be seen as cute, if not sexy. Due to a life of inactivity combined with the luck that only someone destined to become a alicorn princess could have, Twilight owned a rather plump, near bubble butt of ass that had no imperfections, curving fetchingly at any time and in any position, keeping the lineup of rather sublime flanks that the Equestrian royalty seemed to own.
Twilight was cute, and yes, could be a little sexy and not even notice the fact, but Trixie was a real woman, voluptuous curves and all. With perfect maintenance of her body, good genes, and an ego that was sure the sun merely raised so that all could see her beauty, Trixie possessed a body that was often compared to the glory of Celestia herself. She made no gripes about showing plenty of skin. Anyone with a pair of eyes who had the good sense to use them could easily see Trixie’s huge, but still perfect breasts, broad hips, thick thighs, and thin waistline. Add in a mass of white and cyan hair that portrayed a wild majesty to her confident, sultry looks, and a simple walk down the hall could tell her who in the school preferred the female sex, and who was considering a transition for a shot at her if otherwise.
Trixie would only begrudgingly admit that Twilight's supreme flanks probably had a lot to do with why she was in the shadows of popularity when it came to sex appeal. After all, such silly things like personality only got you so far, if anywhere at all.
Twilight blushed and hid herself under her covers while she renewed her scowl. Twilight, like always, is such a virgin. Trixie let her smile turn facetious at Twilight's obvious discomfort.
“What do you want Trixie?”
“You mean besides a welcoming kiss on the cheek?”
Trixie was promptly answered by a growl and a even stronger building of magic.
“Relax, Sparkle. I heard of your sorry state, and came to console your pitiable soul.”
“And what makes you think I won’t blast you halfway to the moon for your attitude?”
“You mean besides the fact that you’re a good girl?” Trixie said as she patted the top of Twilight's head. “Because if you really wished me harm, your friends would no doubt be busy moving me to a hospital right now, and I wouldn't have had the rare chance of seeing little miss perfect in such a messy condition.”
“Some of us aren't trying to pretend they're perfect, you know.”
“And some of us just realize that we are, what’s your point?”
“My point is that for someone who’s trying to apologize, you're doing a crummy job at it! And that's assuming I even wanted to listen to whatever you wanted to say in the first place!”
Trixie grabbed the displeased mare and crushed her in between her massive cleavage with a hug. “Oh Twilight Sparkle, I have made a grievous mistake! Oh please, oh please, could you ever forgive this wretched mare for what she has done?” To Trixie’s credit, the words would have come off as genuine to anyone who wasn't very keen on the subtle, sarcastic edge she put into her words. Twilight made a mad scramble for air as she wiggled her way out of Trixie’s grasp.
“There, did that make you feel better?” Trixie asked.
Blushing furiously, Twilight could barely keep eye contact. “Of course not, you didn’t mean a single word!”
“Exactly, so if you want to get over this, you’ll shut up and let me do this my way. Or you can stay in your room and mope like a baby.”
“Celestia’s hide Trixie! You’re such a… such a… such a-”
“Bitch. The word you are trying to say is bitch. Stars, Twilight! You're eighteen years old! You can swear every once in a while, you know? Celestia isn’t going to banish you for doing it.”
Twilight simply fell back into a dejected silence in response, not wanting to be embarrassed any more than she already was. Trixie let out a long sigh. It was always like this for her, no matter what intentions she may have had before, being face to face with the honest Twilight always brought out the worst in her. It was too tempting to rile the predictable and expressive young mare. And no matter how guilty she felt about it, she always derived a sick pleasure when it came to taunting Twilight, knowing that her kind heart would never allow for any real retaliation.
She thought back to the advice she was given. If Trixie was going to be the bad mare, she could at least try and get Twilight’s fighting spirit up, anything was better than the depressing shut in before her.
Trixie broke the silence with a sneer. “You know Sparkle, I always thought you were better than this.”
Twilight didn't look up at the showmare, but responded “What do you mean by that?”
“Here you are, the great Princess Twilight Sparkle, and you’re sitting in a dark room, whining like a foal over some words that I said a day ago, behavior hardly befitting that of royalty.”
Twilight launched herself off the bed to look down at Trixie, righteous anger now burning in her eyes. “You should know better than anyone that the words and opinions of others can hurt! Words themselves carry power in this world.”
Trixie straightened up, inches apart from Twilight, using her height to look down at the purple face. “So what? Why should the four-time savior of Equestria and personal protege of Celestia care for the opinion of other ponies, even ones so great and magnificent as I?”
“I don’t consider myself better than any other pony. What my friends think of me matters a lot to me!”
“Friends? Is that what we are now?” Trixie scoffed, her own rage now building. “I’m sorry, do you really think you’re that close to me? You never come to any of my shows, or check up on me out of your own free will, but I suppose you're too busy getting under the sheets with Celestia to be a decent friend to anyone.”
Twilight's eyes went wide in the shock, the expression of surprise slowly turning into one of infallible rage. “Trixie… You take that back.”
“Oh? Which part, the one about you sleeping with your teacher? Or the part about how, you are a lousy, inconsiderate, and all around crappy frie-” Trixie’s tirade was cut off by a slap in the face from an angry Twilight. Trixie paused, almost unable to believe that the action had occurred if not for the stinging pain in her cheek. Before Trixie could even form a coherent thought, she had slapped Twilight back out of reflex, but where Twilight had slapped simply as a form of insult, Trixie had put her weight behind the blow, meaning to cause injury. Twilight reeled back, and when her eyes found focus again, they were burning with a seething anger that Trixie had yet to see from the mare.
“N-now Sparkle, wait a second, just calm down and let’s talk-” Trixie never finished her words, as Twilight sprang forward with wings spread to launch herself. The mares doubled over in a tumble, Trixie crashing against the hard floor with Twilight attacking wildly, throwing scratches and punches in every which way on top of her.
“Take that back! Take that back right now Trixie!” Twilight shouted with all of her fury. Trixie could barely defend herself as her clothing was ripped and damaged by the onslaught.
Trixie kicked the mare off from her and regained her poise. "Damn it Sparkle, I said calm down!"
"What’s wrong Trixie? You were acting all high and mighty before, or was that just another fake act to make up for your insecure ego because nobody likes you?"
Yet another rather shocking action from the mare. The meek and kind hearted Twilight almost never made things personal. Trixie would have been proud, if not for the bile of rage building in her throat.
"What did you just say to me?" Trixie howled.
"I said you’re fake! Your personality, your confidence, your boobs, all of them fake and shallow because you’re too much of a… of a bitch for anyone to like you!" Twilight stepped forward, pressing her verbal advantage.
“No ones ever going to like you Trixie! Not even your fans know anything about you, because if they did, they would ditch you in a heart beat!”
It was now Trixie's turn to let anger guide her actions. She pounced up at twilight, making a grab at her clothing and hair to slam the alicorn onto the floor.
"And how would you know anything about me, Sparkle!? Always too busy to pay me even the slightest bit of attention till I'm fucking things up for you!"
Twilight swept her legs to rob Trixie’s balance out from under her, and wasted no time re-engaging the showmare in a scuffle on the floor. The scuffle quickly escalated into a full out brawl, with scratches, punches, kicks, and grabs being thrown back and forth between the two. Twilight had a history of battling Equestria’s worst baddies, but never alone, without magic, and quite so physically. Trixie was in better shape, and slowly began to dominate the fight, she eventually was able to contain the mare by shoving her face into the ground, keeping her weight on top of the librarian.
Twilight’s new wings spasmed as she tried to thrash against her confinement. Trixie took delight in having temporarily subdued her opponent.
“You know its about time you ponied up and fought me. I get so tired of watching you pretend like what I say and do to you doesn't get under your skin!”
Trixie made a grab for the base of Twilight’s wings, clenching them both in her grasp. Twilight jerked as her wings were painfully restricted against her spine.
“T-TRIXIE! GET OFF OF ME!” she yelped.
“Awww, does the little baby have sensitive wings?” Trixie punctuated her teasing by stroking and tightening her hold over the wings, to which the purple alicorn could only yell out in wordless, strained aggravation. Trixie found herself enjoying Twilight’s struggle, damning restraint and kindness to the back of her mind.
Trixie saw weakness in the very wings that helped signify the alicorn’s strength, and plucked out a feather at random from the lot. Twilight froze, the sudden shock of pain stilling her ability to struggle. Her wings froze as well, too afraid to move, lest more damage come from the act.
Trixie took a moment to run her finger along the length of a wing. They started to flutter once more out of protest, but Trixie’s hand gripped over a mass of feathers as a promise of pain if they continued. The message was promptly received, and they stopped moving altogether once more. Her hands played with the feathers in a faux method of caressing them, the gentle softness of her touch meant as a heartless reminder that Twilight had no control over the situation.
“Such big wings you have, Sparkle. Must put a lot of time into caring for them to get such a well maintained look.” Trixie didn't need to hear a response to know that Twilight was gritting her teeth in futile rage. “But I guess you haven't done much of that since yesterday have you?”
Trixie chose the largest feather as the target of her caresses, much to Twilight's immediate dismay. Her body shivered as she squeaked out her words. “T-Trixie! Do you realize what you're doing?”
Trixie smirked as she heard the weakness in Twilight's voice. She had her now. “Why, I’m preening your wings, you’ve failed to take care of them, so I'm doing you a mercy. Think of it as an act of forgiveness towards your brash actions.”
“N-nooo! you dont understand, my wings are… my wings are-”
“Sensitive? Oh I can see that.” Trixie didn't even bother to hide the sadistic glee from her voice, she always loved making the mare suffer, but she so rarely got to do it. She fully planned to indulge herself, as the situation had already gone too far for any real restraint. Trixie was going to have to expel herself after her botched apology, so she gave in to the dark little voice in her head that told her to enjoy this victory while she could.
Her touch roamed all over Twilight's span. Never had she been allowed pleasure of reducing her rival to such a weakened state. The thrill that shot up her couldn't even be identified as Trixie lost herself to the massaging.
“Too bad you’re not such hot stuff without using your magic, little Sparkle.” Trixie regretted her words the moment they left her mouth.
As if on cue, Twilight teleported out from under her and fired a concussive blast of energy towards the showmare. Trixie leapt up, constructing a force field in the nick of time, and even then the blast sent her sprawling back. Twilight started working another spell, but she overestimated the effect that her last blast had. She was surprised by a swift and rather powerful Trixie, grabbing her by the wrist, and slamming her spine against the wall in another grapple. Her still sore wings felt the impact twice over, causing her to wince and lose focus on the prepared spell.
In their anger, the two mares paused for a second, staring into the eyes of one another. Both of them unwilling to look away, wounded pride and hurt feelings causing them to lose even the ability to think due to rage. That was until Trixie had regained enough thought process to mentally check over her situation.
'Damn it all! This wasn't suppose to happen!' Trixie thought. 'I was suppose to be making her feel better, now I’m two seconds away from throttling her face, if not the other way around!'
Trixie tried to calm down, tried to recollect her emotions and attempt once more to defuse the situation, that was until she started to realize the underlying nature of said situation. Twilight's face was flushed with a slightly deeper red to her usual purple hue. Her chest heaved with every breathe, a bit too much, even for the skirmish they had just participated in, wings behind her fluttering wider against the wall to almost full attention. Her uniform was in rags, near topless and half naked after their merciless clawing at one another. And now that she was in such close proximity, and in a state to notice such details, Trixie could swear she felt two hard nubs rubbing at the flesh of her breasts, that were currently pressed against that of Twilight's own chest.
The moment made even more awkward when Trixie had gone over her own state, her torn-away skimpy clothing now leaving her virtually naked, save for a few tattered shreds, and her thigh high stockings. She had been sweating all over, but could very clearly feel a distinct moisture between her legs. And finally, as if she needed any more confirmation, she could begin to smell the musky aroma of her arousal, mixed in with the heat and sweat that now perforated the room, along with a new, rather sweet and tangy scent of womanhood that Trixie was sure didn't belong to her.
She thought back to the argument and fight had just shared. But namely she remembered how much she enjoyed having the mare squirm under her. To vent her frustrations and grief, then wield it as a power to dominate over her enemy. And now, to know that in some twisted way, that Twilight had enjoyed it all against her will, made her quake. It was some emotion that she had felt every time she fought with the mare, the same invisible force that kept her from changing and being a friend to Twilight, but on a much larger scale. It felt good, good in a way that made her heart flutter, and her loins burn.
Suddenly, it was beginning to make sense why Trixie couldn't stop being mean to Twilight, and why Twilight had yet to ever act against it.
However, that itself was about to change as Twilight began to create what felt like a rather cataclysmic spell around her horn. Trixie’s head was already spinning with newly discovered, and rather confusing emotions, and now was adding a healthy fear for her life to the mix. Trixie knew that she could never stand up the well-read, recently-ascended Twilight in terms of pure magic. If Twilight ever tried to straight-up obliterate her (which looked like a very real possibility at the moment) there was little Trixie could do to stop her. Trixie could come up with only one plan to save her skin, and oh how she was about to enjoy it if it worked.
Trixie, still a deal taller than than Twilight, pressed in closer, bringing her lips centimeters away from the ears of the angry alicorn. Trixie let her voice turn as sultry as it was condescending. “You know what Sparkle? As much as I hate your smug, fat, little flank, I’ve always wanted to have fun with your sexy, little self.”
Twilight’s face of wrath faltered into one of panicked confusion. “Wait, what?”
Trixie took her tongue and dragged it along the length of Twilight's horn. The concentrated magic gathering around it fizzled out as Twilight let out bewildered mewling.
“W-w-what in a-all the sun are you d-doing, Trixie!?”
Trixie made sure to touch on every spot the unicorn had. Tip, ridges, base and all, she let her saliva build around the horn. The now fidgeting Twilight Sparkle under her was barely able to form a coherent word of protest for the longest time. Twilight tried to squirm away, but Trixie would always grab hold of her mane by the teeth, and tug her head back into position so she could continue her act, Twilight letting out huffs of protest as her only current means of fighting back was taken away from her.
The licking went on long after the magic had completely fizzed away, Trixie now content on making the purple alicorn suffer through her affections rather than try and secure her safety. After some time, Trixie had oh so ever reluctantly removed her tongue and leaned back to view over the effect she had.
If Twilight had been a mess before Trixie had got involved, she was now a veritable wreck. Her coat glistened with the sheen of sweat, her breath was erratic, and even without the tell-tale signs of a gigantic wing boner, Twilight’s arousal was never more apparent. Twilight’s eyes were wide with disbelief as Trixie stared down at her with a hungry, primal look, that promised anything between pleasure or pain, and she was most likely going to be getting both.
“What’s gotten into you, T-Trixie?”
Trixie might have been able to control herself, until Twilight stuttered out her name. The desperate tone of fear that hid lust deep within in it came out in full when the purple mare spoke it. The dizzying scent in the room combined with rush of adrenaline in her veins, and Trixie was now fully over the edge, no longer considering herself responsible for what she was about to do.
With renewed motivation, Trixie ripped off the remainder of Twilight’s clothing. Using lust as a focus for her magic, Trixie willed a binding against the arms of the alicorn, restraining them up against the wall, leaving Twilight’s breast to heave in plain view, erect, puffy nipples twitching eagerly at their assaulter. Trixie forced the poor mare’s head aside to whisper again into Twilight’s ear. Trixie, had she any ability to think outside her own now out of control desires, would have been alarmed by the pure primal sound to her own voice.
“I’m going to fuck you, Twilight Sparkle. I’m going to fuck you pure and raw, like the proper little slut you are.”
Genuine fear flashed in the face of Twilight, but Trixie was long past the point of remorse. She roughly cupped at her victim’s breast, pulling and tweaking the sensitive nub before alternating to the other one. She played with them roughly, only varying the force to toy with Twilight as she watched the alicorn squeal in pain. Twilight managed to work up small protests of ‘Please stop’ and ‘What are you doing’ in between sharp intakes of air, and moans of building lust, thighs now a sopping mess as moisture dripped freely between her loins.
Trixie added her own teeth to the mix, nipping hard, and rolling around the teats with her teeth, not easing up on the pressure until the cries of pleasure where almost indistinguishable from those of pain. She slowly made her way downward from Twilight’s breasts, exchanging languid kisses for harsh bites that left a trail of marks all the way down her midriff. Twilight’s unrestrained legs bucked hard against the sadistic showmare until her knee found Trixie across her face, causing a trickle of blood, and a bloom of pain to grow on the side of her head. Trixie found the pain and resistance all the more arousing as she pushed open Twilight’s legs.
Twilight’s cunt laid bare before the her, its soft pink folds engorged with blood, walls soaked in arousal, and clit standing fully erect. The flower quivered ever so slightly with every bated breath the alicorn took, dripping flesh radiating a heat that betrayed Twilight’s increasingly growing protest at the notion of what was happening.
“Trixie please! I don’t consent to any of this! I-I’m not ready!”
Trixie took another look at her captive’s flesh, and sure enough, it glowed with the bright, pretty pink of a pony who had kept her purity intact. The notion of being the first to ruin that very same purity shot a bolt of pleasure through Trixie so strong that she almost came on the spot.
Trixie gave a long, dragging lick across the womanhood, tasting the tangy, bitter flavor of sweetened blackberries. Her tongue lacked any grace as it thrashed over the labia, but it didn't seem to matter much to the now moaning Twilight, her vocal delight making Trixie do a full body shiver. She lapped and sucked at the outermost walls, taking small breaks to nibble slightly on the engorged button, as she pressed harder and deeper within.
Trixie lost more and more of her control, and sadism found its way back into her heart, she knew it was time to make the mare suffer some more. She removed her tongue, and quickly gnawed down on the folds, the only small mercy given was her tongue that dealt soft strokes to whatever flesh that was caught in between her teeth. Twilight yelped and bucked her hips. When Trixie removed her teeth, her purple captive’s cunt was left winking in desperate agony. Trixie alternated between the acts, licking softly to deliver pleasure, and biting harshly to renew the pain. Time lost meaning to Twilight as she moaned pitiably, experiencing ecstasy turned to pain turn to ecstasy turned to pain yet again, until she lacked the mind to distinguish the two apart, and groaned eagerly regardless of the stimulation.
Trixie stopped her attentions so that she could rise up and plant a kiss on Twilight. It didn't matter that bound mares lips were open and willing, Trixie still shoved her tongue down the waiting throat, taking such dominance over the kiss that Twilight could only moan into her maw, tasting herself on the tongue of her rapist. They didn't break the kiss till they both almost fainted from lack of air, and even then, it was only regained by fractured pants as they mashed their faces together again shortly after.
Twilight's bindings dissolved themselves, and she found her hands clawing violently around the body of her attacker, to which Trixie let out long growls of need as her flesh was scratched. They finally parted away, and Twilight opened her eyes, expression glazed over with falling tears. Trixie would have ended it all right there, and banished her own self to the moon, if not for Twilight’s next words.
“P-please Trixie, I want it so bad, just do whatever you want to me already…” Trixie had never heard such defeated begging from her rival’s voice, she shortly found herself unable to breathe as she came from the very sound of it.
“Y-you slut, you damn filthy slut. I’ll fuck you how ever I please, regardless of whether you want me to or not.”
Trixie took her fingers and plunged into Twilight’s unexplored depths, at the same time, she bared her teeth into lavender neck flesh without restraint, fully intent on marking her new territory. The taste of iron fell onto her tongue as small driblets of blood flowed from the brutal bite. But the clenching hands in Trixie’s mane pulled her closer in, instead of pushing her away. Trixie’s two fingers scraped the insides of Twilight, angled upwards to relentlessly attack the sensitive mound of flesh that would send Twilight over the edge in a spasming uncontrolled orgasm. Pumping as furiously fast as Trixie's arm would allow, Twilight was attacked by a vicious building of bliss, rendered breathless as she let out a continuous fragmented cry. Even when she was brought to a mind numbing orgasm, Trixie had refused to stop, pounding away as Twilight clamped around her digits.
It wasn't a matter of multiple orgasms for Twilight just then, it was a rising high, a climax that only seemed to grow stronger, pleasure turning agonizing in its own right as it encompassed her entire body, prolonged via the sadistic will of Trixie. Twilight had no control over her body, her muscles failed to obey her will, and her mind was lost in a sea of debilitating joy.
“TRIXIE! TRIXIE! AAAAAAAAAAHN!”
Trixie only wanted to continue her pleasing-turned-torture as Twilight screamed out her name. Visceral and unrestrained, it rung in her ears and let her know that Twilight was nothing more than a bitch in heat under her hands. Minutes passed, constant, continuous minutes of endless never peaking pleasure, long minutes of Trixie’s name echoing off the walls, prolonged minutes of Twilight squirting her sex juices all over the floor until the scent of her seemed to stain the very air they breathed. Trixie finally removed her fingers, and Twilight laid broken on the floor, a shambled heap as she still muttered Trixie’s name under her breath.
“Look at you Twilight, reduced to a mindless whore.” Twilight’s neck jerked as she was slapped into focus by Trixie’s hand. “Wake up! If you’re going to moan and cum like a slut, you're going to work like one too!”
Trixie threw Twilight up on the bed without preamble, muscles rendered useless via core shattering orgasms, Twilight could offer up no protest. Trixie straddled herself over the head of a barely conscious Twilight, malicious intent clear by the gleam in her eyes.
“Take a good look at the pussy of your new master. As of right now, I own your sorry ass.”
Twilight did as instructed, and looked over the slick lips of Trixie. The showmare dripped arousal all over the face of the meek alicorn, Twilight’s senses being driven mad by the blast of feminine musk so close to her snout. She wanted nothing more than to taste Trixie at that moment, to break her naive inexperience and taste the sex of another, and ride out the erratic high of emotions that obliterated all past thoughts of resistance.
“If you want to breathe any time soon, you’ll use that tongue of yours to eat me out proper. You understand, slut?”
Twilight nodded in compliance, finding shame and arousal in her new demeaning pet name. Trixie lowered her hips, plopping down her weight on the face under her. She grinded her sopping box without a care against the tongue exploring her. The ever studious Twilight, eager to please, took mental notes of every spot that elicited an especially lewd moan, and made for a methodical motion to give rise to Trixie’s pleasure. Trixie noticed the tactic, and decided to give praise where it was due.
“Ahn~, such a smart, obedient little slut you are, Sparkle. I cant tell you how long I’ve wanted you groveling under me, recognizing who the better of us truly is.”
If Twilight was displeased by the demeaning, she had a funny way of showing it, as her already fanatical vigor only increased after hearing the words. Trixie struggled to keep her voice from devolving into mere guttural groans.
“S-such a good fuck you are...I bet you want nothing more than me to d-drown you in my cum.” Trixie raised herself off a few inches as she looked down and growled at her slave. “Answer me slut! Do you want to drink your better’s juices?”
Twilight feared to speak. She didn’t want to know just how weak and subservient her voice would sound at that moment, but words eventually broke through past her lips, every syllable heavy with a plea for more abuse.
“Y-yes Trixie, I want to t-taste you...To drown i-in you.”
“Well then you better get to work, slutty little Sparkle!”
Trixie took hold of Twilight's horn and a fist full of her mane, ramming herself down. Head and neck now bobbing as Trixie rutted her face with wild abandon, Twilight did her best to keep up her focused tonguing. Trixie let herself scream out in earnest. She wanted to let it be known exactly what effect her little slutty Sparkle was having on her.
The bed creaked in protest, but could barely be heard over the lusting song of Trixie’s pleasure. Twilight wanted air, but she wanted to taste Trixie’s juices even more, she didn't care that she was running out of air, or that her scalp and neck burned with pain from the rough treatment -- they only seemed to add to the excitement of the whole situation. But she needed air, and that meant she needed to do a better job.
Lust and ingenuity taking over her mind, Twilight let her spell forge a telekinetic bead that positioned itself behind the rosebud of Trixie’s back entrance. Taking a risk, she plowed inside without hesitation and was promptly rewarded with a flood of tart juices. She coughed at the sheer volume entering her lungs rather than the bitter taste. Trixie spasmed and jerked her way off from twilight's mouth, letting herself spray everywhere in an arching jet of cum as she howled to what seemed like no end. Twilight’s newly earned breath was cut short as Trixie smashed her still spraying pussy back into the purple little mouth, sending her further into insanity.
“F-fffUCK SPARKLE! Oh h-hoollly FUCK!” Trixie couldn't keep her composure as she rode out her throes. Twilight, finally unable to do anymore from lack of air, fell limp back onto the bed. Trixie slowly regained control over herself and repositioned her sitting to on top of Twilight's stomach. Her juices pooled around the body of the now truly ragged Twilight, and after some long breaths, Trixie had enough of her mind to start taunting her slave yet again.
“Oh fuck, making your superior cum like that, just like a good slut should.” She stroked the side of Twilight's face, the first fully tender action given to the mare from Trixie. “To think all I needed to do was put you in your place, and then I could have you eating me out like the horny little slut you truly are-”
It started as a quick vibration, as Trixie noticed that the telekinetic beed was still buried within her. As she lost focus for a moment, Twilight threw Trixie against the wall in a magical bind. She crumpled to the floor, and barely regained herself enough to raise her head back up.
What she saw was an eye-glowing, magic-radiating Twilight Sparkle, who was lost within the deep concentration of casting and recasting a spell. Trixie could only guess that the alicorn was trying to devise a new method on the spot to make sure there would be nothing left of her after being hit by it. Well, I suppose I deserve this for being such a sick pervert. Trixie was content to just sit back and await her doom, but what happened was anything but what she could have guessed, outside of her most depraved fantasies.
Finally casting her spell, a shaft of light sprouted from Twilight's nethers, leaving behind a proud and erect, male horse member that contrasted starkly with Twilight's feminine form.
“Well this all escalated rather quickly…” Trixie couldn't help but mutter. Much to her regret, her words caused Twilight to come out of her magical focus, as the alicorns eyes snapped sharply to glare at the showmare.
“Trixie.” Twilight rumbled the name more than spoke it. Eyes glowing with a magical fury that could put even the smoldering rage of the sun goddess to shame.
Trixie was jousted forward and placed kneeling in front of Twilight by alicorn magic. If the mere size and girth of the new mystical endowment hadn't scared her before, she was certainly terrified by now after closer inspection. It towered over Trixie’s head as she could only summon guesses as to its length….20 inches? 30? A twitch of its flesh and she would have sworn it was nearing 40. Every time it throbbed, its mass only seemed to grow, It didn't matter what Twilight planned to do with it, or that horses were accustomed to rather large endowments naturally, Trixie wasn't sure she’d be able to survive any of it.
“S-Sparkle, you know, this all just got so crazy so fast, I didnt mean any of what I said about you being a slut or a bad friend.” Trixie was answered by a magical swat against her rear, the pain was sharp, and left a lingering sting in its wake, but like all other pain to this point, it only served to arouse her and bring pleasure.
“You raped me, Trixie.” Twilight started with the authority of a malevolent god. “You raped, and demeaned me, all after coming into my own room and insulting me, and only just now do you want to apologize for your actions?” Another spank on her flanks, this time across her cutie mark, getting a quick yelp out of the mare.
“Twilight please! I know I went overboard, but if you do ANYTHING to me with that monster in between your legs, I’ll break! You wouldn't do that to me, Twilight Sparkle, I know you’re too nice a girl,” Trixie whined.
“You should have thought about that before you did what you did. This is punishment and revenge.” Twilight angled her member against Trixie's cheek, and began prodding her lips for entry. Trixie held her mouth shut in defiance, fearing having anything so intimidating in any orifice . Another sharp, stinging spank was the showmare’s undoing, as she opened her mouth to moan in pleasure.
“Aaaahn-” Cut off by the intruding member, Twilight’s new enchanted penis made its first few centimeters in.
Trixie had to give praise, for all of Twilight's probable inexperience, the dick she had conjured up had a enticing, salty taste to it that made Trixie want to run her tongue against its length. But pure terror was still overriding any sense of lust. With Twilight seizing her horn, Trixie could rely on nothing more than pure physical effort as Twilight shoved more meat into her gullet. Every time the showmare had worked up a decent resistance, it was broken away by a unforgiving sting against her ass, and a now faint buzzing in her rectum.
The combined maltreatment of her mouth and rear was making her head haze over in the all too familiar cocktail of lust and pain, only this time she would be the one to suffer the indignities of subservience. Her body was trembling as she repressed gags, mascara starting to run as her eyes teared up, already she was reaching her limits, and there was still a frightening amount left to still go.
She thought back to her history with Twilight as she lost track of the ticking seconds. The shame she felt with the Ursa Minor incident, the indignance she suffered by losing to the not-even-ascended Twilight with the aid of a powerful artifact. Years spent in petty anger and rage that she threw at the mare throughout most of their young life within the halls of Celestia’s school. All of it was made worse by remembering that every time, no matter how far Trixie fell, Twilight would always extend her mercy, always staying true to her kind heart. But not this time - this time Trixie would pay in full for her actions.
Trixie resigned herself to her punishment, realising that she had every bit of sexual torture coming, but was surprised when Twilight began to steadily retreat her length. Trixie could only look up in utter confusion, as she was saved from the horrible fate she had just gotten ready to face.
“...Trixie...If you’re sorry for all of this, truly sorry, I can let you go right now and pretend that none of this ever happened. No one has to know about any of this.”
There it was, Twilight Sparkle tried and true, sticking to her values of empathy and friendship above all else. If she just appologised, she’d be saved from a fate worse than death. Twilight herself would probably be even satisfied with a simple “I’m sorry” baring the need for any flowery, overly faked words. Two simple words, and Trixie wouldn’t have to get the same treatment she gave, wouldn’t have to be forced to feel pain as Twilight's thick cock rammed through her throat, wouldn’t have to throw down her pride and be reduced to nothing more than someone's fuck toy, wouldn’t have to admit that if there was anypony in the world that she would ever want to lose to, that it would be Twilight Sparkle herself.
Two words, the difference between heaven and hell.
“...You better pony up and fuck me raw Twilight Sparkle, otherwise I’m going to get up and show you how its done.”
And there it goes, any chance of salvation thrown away, the burning eyes of a vindictive goddess pouring down on her. There would be no escaping punishment now. And Trixie wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
As soon as Twilight's head found its way back into her mouth, Trixie knew she was really in for it now. Twilight forgot none of her previous progress made, and shoved her member back to its spot. Twilight was rocking back in forth with almost all of the strength her hips could muster, and, truly feeling merciless, would deliver a painful spank whenever Trixie’s throat would lock up and accept no more of her length. Trixie gagged and coughed ineffectually as more flesh bore itself deeper in. Trixie was shocked from pure disbelief alone as nearly a foot slipped past into her throat. The alicorn finally retracted herself out in full from Trixie, and the showmare’s voice came out as a sputtering mess as she tried to breathe. A pant here, a breath there, and a violent shoving of a cock inside her throat a moment later. Twilight was forcing her member in and out at a steady rhythm, bringing her head all the way to the back of Trixie’s teeth, before ramming it back down into her depths.
It didn't take long for Trixie to find herself going slack as Twilight truly started to ravage her throat. Trixie almost chided herself for enjoying the experience of being treated like a dispensable fuck toy, but her fingers found their way to her winking pussy and silenced any other objections she had. Twilight removed her shaft for a moment, allowing Trixie to regain the oxygen she had lost.
“Haa..H-HARDER!” She screamed in between breaths, the request surprised even herself, as she was already pushing well past her limits. Just how deep did her masochistic tendencies go? Very deep, she answered, as Twilight responded in kind, recklessly shoving the rest of her penis down at an insane speed. Twilight almost didn't have to even move as Trixie impaled her own face into the pelvic region of Twilight's nethers, fully swallowing the enormous length of it all.
Trixie’s eagerness was only multiplied by the lewd symphony of smacks and moans that were attacking her, beating louder than the pounding of her own heart in her ears. Whatever kind of magic phallus Twilight had, it allowed her to feel every bit of Trixie's ministrations in full, and Twilight was gasping in pleasure so much that she was just as short of breath as Trixie herself. The brutal face fucking had reversed itself, as Trixie was now trying to devour the succulent rod, gleefully inflicting her punishment on herself, not even breaking away for air until it was absolutely necessary.
The dick popped out of her mouth, and Trixie was shunted to the side of the floor, she guessed as to what came next, and raised her rear into the air, wiggling it around for Twilight to see. Twilight slid her cock head against the soaked flesh of Trixie's vagina. The blue unicorn whimpered and mewled as she awaited for the massive member to make its way in, only to be surprised by the last second as it raised itself further above, to penetrate her anus.
“Wait Twilight Sparkle! Wrong hole, wrong hoOOOOOOLY SHIT!”
Four feet of pure pain shot through her body. Her back door untrained for such treatment, she cried in agony, the volume of it only undercut by a loud smack that brought her to silence.
“Make noise, and I’ll punish you further.” Twilight made her point clear with another brutal spank, Trixie’s ass was already starting to turn red against her blue coat, and she found the threat sufficient enough to bite down on her lip and stifle her cries. Pain was all she could feel as Twilight pounded away, her inner walls stung, her ass cheeks burned, and tears ran freely. Trixie wondered for a moment how she could have wished this on herself.
But only for a moment.
Her first orgasm built fast, as the pain faded away to unrelenting pleasure.
“AAAAAAH OH FUCK!” *SPANK*
Twilight enforced her word, Trixie was punished for her rule breaking with more pain.
“AAAAHN, HARDER!” came a moment later, another rule broken, and another swat given.
“OH FUCK SPARKLE! RAPE ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM!” Extra force was put into the next one.
Trixie continued to shout obscenities and moans, as loud and as hard as she could so that she could feel an even more severe pain cross her flanks. Twilight was all too ready to supply the demand, both on the punishment, and the request for a harder fucking. Trixie’s hole was so good, so hot and tight around her flesh, Twilight found herself spanking Trixie's ass not even as punishment, but as a means to feel her inner walls clamp down on her member. It was a mess of spanking, moaning, fucking, cumming, yelling. The two of them were neither making love, nor having sex. Even wild animals didn’t fuck like they did right then. They both pounded away like their life depended on the act, and no one could convince them otherwise even if it didn't.
Twilight shoved in every bit of her phallus that she could in for one last thrust. The magical member was unable to cum out seed despite the multiple orgasm’s she had felt in through its proxy, but Twilight was determined to change that. She hoisted up Trixie and bit down hard on the cyan neck, Trixie moaned furiously, clawing at the still vivid bite mark that resided on Twilight herself. She let all the emotions she was feeling fuel her spell, and used that power channel through her loins and out through her shaft.
The liquid that sprouted out was hot, almost searing, but after everything, neither of them cared about pain, it was just another means to reach higher ecstasy, and ecstasy it was as the both of them moaned out in tangent. One last will-breaking orgasm rocked through them, one final mix of unbearable pleasure that sent them into a screaming, scratching frenzy as they dug their nails in the flesh of one another. Pain fully transformed into pleasure, a twisted bliss that only two ponies who shared such passionate hatred, and a love for that hatred itself, could inflict on one another.
They both fell over, and Twilight's magic phallus faded away. Two heaps of panting, aching, still-moaning flesh rested on the floor, bliss still riding out through the veins of the two mares. After some minutes, the two of them held each other tightly as they interlocked in a passionate kiss.
At that moment everything was clear, through the sweat, blood, tears, and cum they wallowed in, the nature of their desires been had laid bare before them. Both of them deriving joy from the strife that they brought into each others lives, enemies so intimately close to their hearts that they were almost akin to lovers. They needed the pain and hatred, not for pain and hatred’s sake, but because it served as contrast; to make the joy all the sweeter, a goal to strive for, a struggle to make victory all the more worthwhile. Yes it was twisted, yes it was deranged, but they didn't care at that moment, it was simply how it was, and it was the way it needed to be.
“Ow…” Twilight said as she wince away from the embrace some moments later.
“Oooow….” Trixie agreed. they had pushed their bodies far past their intended limits, and now that the rush of adrenaline and joys of sex where fading, the pain was coming to attention with a vengeance like no other. Twilight, merciful soul that she was, started to cast a pain-numbing spell over the two of them, and Trixie showed her thanks by nuzzling into Twilight and gently kissing at the tender nape she had so ruthlessly abused during their event.
They laid snuggling there together, silent in the afterglow, smiles both on their faces, neither of them could believe just how much bliss they found in the harsh acts they inflicted against one another. The built up animosity between the two was fucked away in a heated moment of passion. They would have laid there for what would be seen as ages, if not for the little green dragon walking in on them.
“WHAT. THE SERIOUS. FUCK?”
“S-spike!?” Twilight shot up and stammered. “I-it isn't what it looks like, let me explain!”
“Really? Because what it looks like is an absolute wreck! Do you have any idea how long it will take me to clean all of this?”
Trixie and Twilight shared a confuse glance at one another. “Um...what?” they asked together.
“I mean, just look at the damage to the bed! This is Everfree mahogony you know? The paperwork to get it replaced alone will take me days!”
“Um, is that all you’re worried about?” Twilight couldn't help but ask.
“What else would I be worried about? Did you destroy the personal library as well?”
“You’re not surprised by the fact that the two of us are covered in scratches, blood, and other bodily fluids, naked on the floor, cuddled up against one another?” Trixie deadpanned.
“Oh, that? Honestly I’m not surprised in the slightest. You two bicker like an angry married couple, only fitting that you would eventually fuck each other like one too. Though you two could have held back a little bit, you look like train wrecks in the middle of a shit storm.”
“Spike! language!” Twilight reprimanded.
“Oh bite me, I haven't had a good rest in over 24 hours, and now I’m going to have to get this mess sorted out.” Spike made his way to leave the room again. “If you two are going for a second round, I don't want to be in the crossfire during it, I’m going to go pray to the sun that Rarity isn’t having angry, loud sex with Applejack or something like the rest of you six, and try to get some goddess damn sleep!” He slammed the door behind him, leaving two very blank-faced mares.
“Sorry, he’s uh...going through puberty,” Twilight apologized.
“I understand, little brats can be such a handful…”
They sat in silence….not wanting to look each other in the eyes once more now that their previous reverie was broken. until eventually Twilight spoke up again.
“Trixie…”
“Yeah, Sparkle?”
“What….what just happened? What did we just DO to one another?”
Trixie looked down and scratched her head, trying to find the right words to say.
“I...dont know. If I’m honest Twilight, I’ve been trying to be nice to you since we were kids, but I always just end up being a nasty bitch towards you, even after I stopped being one to everyone else.”
“...Well...I guess you're not completely to blame, I do go out of my way to avoid you.”
Trixie scoffed. “As if that’s your fault. You at least try to tolerate me, I just end up trying to get on your nerves.” Trixie let out a sigh, after everything they just did, apologizing was the least demining thing she could go through. “And...I’m sorry for what I said to you the other day, about how you were ugly and no one would ever want to be romantically or sexually involved with you. I only even said that because I felt inadequate and beneath your notice. Truth is, you're a beautiful and brilliant mare, and there isn’t a pony alive thats dumb enough not to want to be involved with you… me included. ”
Trixie slumped over, ashamed of herself after being truthful with the purple mare. Twilight felt a pang of sympathy over Trixie’s embarrassment, she had her own hidden feelings on the matter, and decided it was only fair to equal the playing field.
“I only really cared because I guess I’ve had some weird hate-crush thing going on with you for a while now. Its not even like it was an all-too-hateful comment or anything, It just hurt a lot more coming from you, since I care a lot about your opinion on me.”
Trixie looked up in stun silence, out of all of the afternoon’s events, those words were more unbelievable than anything else.
“Well, what does that make us now? I mean, it’s not like we can ignore all of this.” Trixie motioned towards their bodies and the mess of a room around them. “That was all pretty intense, even by hate sex standards.”
“Well...I think if anything has been made clear by all of this, it’s that we both enjoy being enemies to one another more than friends.”
“Did I just hear Twilight Sparkle, The Princess of Friendship, say that she would rather have a hated enemy than a new friend?” Trixie teased.
“Oh shush, it’s not like we have to seriously hate each other or anything, I’m just not sure I want to stop having sex like this. I dont even know what normal sex is like, but I bet it’s nothing so exhilarating…And Spike is kind of right, I do enjoy arguing with you in a sick kind of way.”
“Oh yes, enjoying the trade of insults and petty arguments is quite a deviant outlook, but enjoying the angry, passionate, hate sex is completely normal.”
“Oh, shut up and kiss me.” She did just that as their lips met for a small moment, a gentle touch ment to share passion and love rather than spur the flames of desire.
“Man, I don't think I could ever explain such a weird relationship to Celestia.”
“Hmph, still the teacher’s pet, even with a perfect visage of a woman in front of you to put you in your place.”
“If I recall correctly, I was the one raping you in the end.”
“It’s not rape if you want it, and only for today, Sparkle. We have quite some time ahead of us for me to try and overthrow your temporary victory.”
Twilight could only roll her eyes and hug the showmare closer to her.
“I hate you, Twilight Sparkle,” Trixie said, though her voice was only warm and filled with love, contrary to the very words she said.
“I hate you too, Trixie Lulamoon.” Twilight responded with an equal lack of ire, paving the way for a strange, but very interesting relationship.
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“I cant believe you still put up with that bitch,” Dash complained while floating backwards down the hall.
“Quite, darling. She may be reformed in all respects when it comes to interacting with others, but she’s still quite the nasty bint to you for whatever reason,” Rarity agreed walking down next to Twilight and Rainbow Dash. “If it wasn’t for the absolute mess she was after her failed attempt at apologizing, I would have skinned her hide for continuing to insult you."
“Yeah, I wish I saw it all go down, Trixie looked like she got her ass KICKED!” Dash cheered, mock boxing the air.
To Spike’s credit, despite his grumpy ‘fuck all’ attitude, he told no one of the events he knew about that happened behind closed doors. Twilight made sure to increase his weekly gem allowance as thanks for the service. The past month of fighting and fucking her not-quite-loving-girlfriend-not-quite-hated-rival had given her more confidence, and made her already attractive figure absolutely marvelous. But due to the rather weird nature of their relationship, the two decided to stay under the guise of bitter enemies.
“She’s not as bad as she thinks,” Twilight started. “After all, I’ve dealt with things far worse than Trixie can ever be. Compared to that, throwing around a few insults and pranks at one another is a walk in the park. You two and the rest of the gang really don't need to concern yourselves with her.”
“Well, alright darling, we’ll leave you to deal with her, but don't forget to ask us for help if she ever becomes too much to deal with,” Rarity said
“Yeah, we’ll make sure to set her straight,” said Dash.
Oh I hope you wouldn't do that, I quite like her ‘bent’ as she is, Twilight joked to herself. Her friends left her, and Twilight continued down to her dorm room, ready to relax after the day’s tribulations. She came to her door, and started to fish out her keys amongst the contents of her pockets.
“Twilight Sparkle,” came a sultry voice from behind her.
Twilight turned to see a tall and proud Trixie Lulamoon, red eyes glowing, with the Alicorn Amulet hanging in between her cleavage.
“I think its time I showed you who’s in charge.”
Twilight was blasted back through her door, and found herself locked in with Trixie as the showmare magicked a seal across the entrance. Twilight rose to her feat, a familiar heat budding in her loins, and despite the dangerous situation she was about to find herself in, she smiled maniacally.
“You can try to, Trixie, I just hope your ready to fight for it.” Twilight ran directly towards her attacker, hands glowing to strengthen her physical attacks. She swung twice, and Trixie deftly dodged both attacks before kicking Twilight, and sending her crashing against the wall. Not even having time to recover, Trixie placed herself against Twilight to restrain the alicorn.
Trixie bit viciously at the purple mares neck, gaining a soft moan before she spoke her next words. “Why, my little slutty Sparkle, I wouldn't have it any other way.”
They both smiled at one another. Tonight promised to be a fun night indeed.
Author's Note
Whew, this was a mad dash to have written and edited within 4 days. I've ben meaning to write a story involving super rough sex, but had to scrap several projects (one with dash and applejack, the other with rarityjack, and a few other ships that I just felt that I couldn't make work.)
Its clear that after writing this that I have problems, but hey, I'm assuming if you read all the way down to here, you fapped to it, or at least liked it. I dont expect this to be well received for a number of reasons, but I feel like I've made a decent smut fic and I'm happy for it.
Remember to leave comments, i love reading and responding to them, and it might motivate me to write even more stories about characters passionately hate fucking one another.
Bonus Chapter: Love Thy Enemy
Author's Note
Sorry to say that this hasn't quite been passed over by my editor just yet, but I felt I've teased this chapter long enough, and because it is a bonus chapter I can always fix it up later. Hope you enjoy (and that my grammar isn't so horrid that this is far past unreadable.)
Bonus Chapter: Love Thy Enemy
Twilight kept her edge.
She should have lost it on multiple occasions by now. When her eyes had dashed across every corner while she walked the halls. When she barely suppressed her reflexive twitches as the shadows crept closer. When the swirling, subtle energy in her palm, stayed volatile by her ever draining mental focus. When Celestia had seen fit to rest the sun away after the days tribulations. When she had locked herself within the confines of her own room, sweet silence whispering promises of what every muscle in her body was tensing for. She should have lost it, or at least walked away from her dance with paranoia as her friends assured her of her safety.
But she didn't lose her edge.
How could she, when her whole body ached to remind her? The pain was an ally; it kept her senses sharp as time worked to erode them. Every second ticking by would have made her more tired, until she was complacent in her safety. But the constant, dull reminders that riddled her body cut through the haze of fatigue, and allowed her to keep focus.
Even still, she grew impatient. She was unmoving, but she wasn't idle. The effort would take its toll, regardless of the strength her mind held. Someone should have seen her by now, she knew she wasn't mistaken in her calculations. It had been two weeks of peace, not even the universe, which had seemed to conspire against her, had seen fit to break the solitude in those days. A uneventful monotony of studying, paperwork, and small meetings with her friends. experience told her that such things were never meant to last in the walls of the university. Such times where simply heralds for greater storms.
Twilight’s hand found it’s way to her neck again. She rubbed at bite mark that lay open on her nape. The act became something of a nervous habit. Even when she was sure that her enemy was no where to be found, her neck burned, making Twilight uneasy. Trixie Lulamoon was a crafty pony, she could have popped up early from her distant show, returned and ambushed her when she was off her guard.
After four months, Trixie and Twilight were still at ends with one another. It didn't matter that their fights would end in passionate sex, they were still battles between the two, both fighting for a definite victor. Trixie lacked her raw power, but was a prominent threat, regardless. She was clever, cruel, and shameless in her tactics. She would do whatever necessary to have the purple, little alicorn under her hand to suffer her ire.
Her scars served as tutors. Every small wound a piece of history that let her understand the devious mind of Trixie a little better. She knew in both mind and body that Trixie would come for her on the night of her return, the black hunger that desired to see Twilight defeated was too strong for Trixie to resist. She would be ready to answer in kind, to face down Trixie when she appeared.
She shivered, feeling all too often the eyes on her back, malicious intent caressing her skin like that of a lover. Trixie was close, so close, too close. She wanted to spring up and unload her tension into a powerful blast that would fell her enemy, but she had to wait. She couldn't discern the difference between the shadows that plagued her mind, and the real evil that lurked within them until the last second.
She couldn't do this. She wouldn’t do this. She wanted to wait no longer. It wasn't a matter of if, but when, so why play this sick game? Another tactic of Trixie to get at her? she wouldn't let her get away with it.
“TRIXIE!” Twilight jumped up from her chair, knocking her books and pens to the side. “I’m tired of waiting. I know you’re here, so come out and show yourself!”
The darkness that bared her eyes held no immediate answers. Twilight noticing seconds too late that her candles had been snuffed, the meager starlight left as her only means of to stave off utter blindness.
Without so much as the pitter patter of Spike’s little claws, the room was deafeningly silent. The only sound was her own heart, pounding away in her ears. She was even painfully aware of how loud her breath was, wishing profusely that she could quite it. But she knew Trixie was here, she only needed to wait.
"Darn it, Trixie," Twilight swore under her breath. "Just come out and attack me already..."
“...Suit yourself, Sparkle.”
The breath that tickled her ear was her only warning before searing energy blasted her spine. Twilight lost all sense of orientation as she left a purple streak through the air, only stopping her momentum when she crashed up against her shelves. Books and wood came falling down, burying her underneath.
She blasted back in a blaze of light and magic. Her hand poised to attack, but eyes lacking a target.
“Over here-”
She reacted to the words, but her swipe found nothing but air. It didn't take long for her to adjust as she kicked behind her, and found solid resistance at the side of Trixie's ribs. The showmare was pushed back a bit, before re-aligning and standing back up.
Twilight ran at her, using a blast of magic to serve as buffer for her rush. Trixie deflected the blow of magic, leaving herself open for the physical charge. A strong punch across found Trixies mouth, but the next blow was stopped short as her wrist was snagged. She didn't waste time asking questions. She raised her foot to deliver a kick instead, but found the limb unresponsive. She only just found out that her hand was trapped in magical snare as air left her lungs, a strong punch to her abdominal robbing her of the ability to breath.
She charged her horn. The bindings of teleportation crafted themselves in her head, but she went no where as she released her spell. What she felt next was her magic leaving her as the cold metal of a inhibitor ring found the base of her horn. She thrashed, finding the rest of her limbs bound in magical snares. Even her wings lacked the room to spasm.
Left with nothing more than a defiant glare, that was more out of reflex than conviction, Twilight met the eyes of her attacker.
“Ambushing me in the middle of the night, setting up snares before hand, putting a inhibitor ring on my horn. I got to admit, this is low, even for you, Trixie.”
Trixie stood across from twilight, leering with the contemptuous joy of victory despite the blood trickling down her face. She licked it away, not even seeming to care if she was in any pain.
“Your snarl is cute, Sparkle. But your anger is completely misplaced. I simply wanted to drop by and say hello, see if you missed me after all this time away.”
“Hello. I didn't miss you. Now go away.” said Twilight dryly.
“Really? You seemed so anxious to see me throughout the day. You were so adorable, running around trying to find me.”
Twilight rolled her eyes. “Do I even need to mention how creepy you watching me all day is?”
“You know what they say about friends and enemies, and which ones you need to keep closer in the end.”
Twilight felt a blush bloom on her cheeks as Trixie’s hands made to undo her clothing. Magic tickling her skin as a telekinetic grasp pulled away her suit pants and underwear.
Trixie's horn cascaded light down her form, giving Twilight a pleasing show of naked curves barely teasing out of the shadows. Twilight was undressed in moments, and Trixie stepped back to circle around her captive.
Trixie’s gaze was hungry, primal, intense. It seemed to cut through everything, leaving a truly naked Twilight before her eyes. Stripped of clothing, secrets, and innermost thoughts, there was nothing she could hide. Twilight felt herself wither under the stare, but she kept the defiance strong in her voice, and burning in her eyes. Even when bound and beaten, she wouldn't let Trixie win.
Trixie ended her inspection, face to face with Twilight. The smile left her mouth, but still could be seen twinkling within her eyes. “Your hurt.”
“Tends to happen when someone blasts you in your back.”
“Thats new. These little scars all over your body,” Trixie ran a hand over the torso of Twilight's body. “These are old, I even seem to remember giving you them during our last encounter before I left.”
“I still have other problems to deal with you know. You're not the only one with a ego so big they think the own the world, and are willing to prove it.”
“Liar. I remember very well to what I do to my little pet Sparkle. This is my handy work.”
“I’m not your pet!” Twilight yelled, infusing her voice with the little power she could muster.
“Are you not? Then explain to me Twilight, tell me why it is that despite the amazing healing magic I know you have at your disposal, your hurt all over.”
“They're not big scars, they're hardly noticeable even without my clothing on. Its not a big deal. They’ll heal on their own naturally.”
“Fair enough. But then you have another thing to explain,” Trixie took a hold of Twilights hair, tugging it so that Twilights neck lay bare on its side.
“You haven't healed the bite mark I put on your neck.” Twilight shivered as breath danced along her old wound. Trixie’s voice came out as husky as it was curious. “Why is that?”
Twilight felt herself averting her eyes to the side. She stuck to silence, not wanting her voice to betray her. Trixie ran her nails along the soft flesh of Twilight's stomach, forcing out little mewls of discomfort.
“Do you need a reminder?” Trixie Continued. “Is what I do to you not memorable enough without some mark to parade around like a shameless, little whore?”
Trixie gripped the side of Twilight's cheeks, her breath ran down a purple ear. “Do you like letting others know that you’re my slutty little Sparkle?” Twilight flushed as Trixie's naked body pressed up against her, she could hear the moan in Trixie’s voice.
She willed the conviction stayed strong in her voice. “My body is my own. What I do with it is none of your business.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” Her finger ran circles around the tip of Twilight’s nipple, pressing harder as the tip rose against the movement. “But it’s that honesty of yours that I love about you.”
Trixie stepped back, Twilight thankful that she could now breathe air that wasn't heady with Trixie’s dizzying scent. “I can only assume that my little pet Sparkle hasn't been taking proper care of herself, and that she needs me to do such things for her.”
"You want to heal me rather than hurt me more? Trixie, what's gotten into you?"
“I always want to hurt you, Sparkle. But I think this time I’ll be the one to tend to your wounds.”
As her horn lit up, so to did her tongue in tandem, mouth buzzing with the low hum of magic.
“Is that an ancient healing ritual?” Twilight asked. “How long did it take you to even find that spell, let alone learn it?”
“You’re not the only one who actually uses the university's library. Now be a good girl and relax,” She let her teeth show as her smile reached the corners of her eyes. “You're going to enjoy this.”
Twilight groaned as the tongue made contact, the gentle flowing of magic making its way through the skin, and seeping into the muscles underneath. Trixie traveled up the fresh scars her nails had made, and watched with satisfied interest as the wounds quickly closed, healing completely.
Twilight stayed as still as her body would allow, But she was unused to Trixie being so delicate without an immediate follow up of pain. She jerked under the licks, a perverse sense of pleasure spreading around as she was indulged in a completely primal method of bathing. She could feel magic and wetness trail over every inch of herself. Trixie, meticulous in her care, didn't neglect anything.
Twilight wanted to cross her legs against her bindings. The magic felt invasive, and left her smothered in a serene warmth of pleasure that was almost neurotic in its buzzing. She was only dimly aware of the pain melting away from her body as her muscles let go of their tension against her will.
“T-Trixie.” Twilight slurred.
“Hush, little pet. Let the Great and Benevolent Trixie take care of you.”
Trixie now raised herself up to Twilights breast, nipples standing on end, awaiting their own attentions. Twilight’s chest heaved as Trixie suckled at the succulent tit flesh, lazy, purposeful strokes mixing with the electrical stimulation from magic. It was good, insanely so, but Twilight was still waiting for it, that habitual cruelty that Trixie always displayed within the heat of passion, It never failed to make itself known. And yet after long moments, it never came.
The licks stop short of her neck, Twilight could feel Trixie’s sight bare down into her scar. “I’m still very curious about why you’ve kept this. Are you in more talkative mood?”
She had to fight to keep the words contained, but Twilight held true to her silence.
“That won't do, Sparkle, I want to hear an answer.”
There it was, the sadism and cruelty.
Nail met sensitive flesh as Trixie flicked her finger over the aroused button of Twilight’s Flower. Twilight barely bit back a confused yelp as the pain ran sharp, leaving a hollow ring to echo within her loins. Twilight was fearful, but kept to her silence. Anticipation growing within her as she counted the beats before another one came.
Flick.
There It was again. The same sharp pain before leaving a shallow sting that could be felt by her whole body. A half moan, half cry escaped her. Twilight was now quivering as her legs started to weaken. She still held her tongue, and told herself she did so out of conviction rather than anything else.
It wasn't a flick the next time, but a quick spank with the flat of Trixie’s fingers over the whole of Twilights pink flesh, wetness splashing everywhere with a reverberating smack. Trixie bit her lip as Twilight wiggled against her bindings, slowly parting her legs and sticking her hips further forward.
Her spine arched as two smacks came with little pause. Twilight wasn't able to hold back her gleeful moans this time, she could barely make out the rhythmic drips of her wet marehood over her voice, complimented with the slightly off timed beats of Trixies own arousal. A lull in the moment, Trixie let her fingers tickle the parted, abused lips of Twilight.
“Is this what you wanted?” Trixie asked. She slapped her hands around Twilights perfect rear, kneading the plump flesh. She gripped the flanks to help grind their clits against one another, Trixie thrusting her hips as if fucking the mare before her, jolts of pleasure sparking up their spines. “Me abusing you like a two bit whore, is this why you keep that mark on your neck? Because you want me to fuck you like the slut you are?”
The fever grew in her voice as Trixie rambled on. Both of them were short of breath, panting hard as Trixie spanked her rear. Despite the headstart, Trixie sounded as if she was the one about to cum. She broke the grinding, giving three good slaps on wet flesh for good measure. Twilight was left winking as her body begged for another.
She nearly nuzzled into Twilights neck, tongue threatening to rake across the bite mark. “Tell me why Twilight, I want to hear you say it, I need to hear you say it!”
Twilight couldn't keep the desperation out of her voice, it was almost a pathetic sob, but she had no pride to protect at the moment. “T-Trixie...Please, dont...dont make me say it.”
“Wrong answer.” Trixie licked, magic piercing into Twilights throat, fueling her whispering cries. Twilights whole body quivered, she was so close to a body wracking orgasm, her whole core shook in anticipation for it. But the licking wouldn't be enough, she needed to feel teeth, she needed Trixie to be the cruel, unrelenting, remorseless pony she knew she was. She needed only the pain that Trixie could bring her. But it never came.
She whimpered, begging for it with every octave in her voice, pushed her neck into it. She wanted it, she wanted it more than she wanted to breath. But it never came.
“All healed up, Sparkle," Trixie started to back away. “I suppose I should stop myself for today, wouldn't want to hurt you again after I just got you all prettied up.” After planting a kiss on Twilights horn, Trixie started to saunter away.
Twilight screamed, Inhibitor and snares breaking under the wrath of her magic. Purple and white light slaying the shadows of the night, unable to manifest under her glorious fury. Trixie barely had time to be surprised before a purple mass of angry alicorn tackled her to the ground, pinning her to the hardwood floor by the shoulders.
“Damn you Trixie! Damn you for being the sadistic bitch you are! You know what I want, why must I say it, why do you want to make me say it!” Her voice whinnied, cracking as anger and arousal fought for dominance in her tone.
Twilights body still ached all over, it was a trivial matter for Trixie to reverse the position, placing Twilight underneath her.
“Because I want to know that you want it!” She started, voice no less crazed than the panting alicorn. “I want you to completely submit, to hear you admit your defeat. I won't give it to you until I hear you say you want it from your own lips!”
Twilight hesitated, eyes darting around the room as if the resolution to her problem was simply at a corner out of reach. When she finally found her words, the truth had felt awkward on her tongue. She was barely able to manage a whisper, but it was enough to pierce the silence of the room.
“...I kept the scars, because I love it…”
“Love what?” Trixie asked, voice mirroring Twilights low volume and heavy pants. “Love the pain I give you? Love the way I hurt you? What kind of sane pony would even think that?”
“Yes, yes... You hurt me, but you hurt me so good.” Twilight purred.
“And what do you want me to do about that then?”
“I…” Twilight swallowed, but the still burning need within pushed her to continue. “I want you to dominate me, to put me in my place. I want you to show your slutty little Sparkle that she's no match for the Great and Powerful Trixie. I want you to mark me, so that every second I draw breath I remember who owns me.”
Trixie went slack, almost falling on top of Twilight. She bit her finger to suppress the noises emanating from her. Submission was always the hottest thing Twilight could ever do for her, it turned her from an aroused mare, to a bitch in heat, driving her wild with lust.
Twilight craned her neck, exposing it completely for Trixie.
“Please.” she murmured.
“Why my little Sparkle, all you had to do was ask.” Trixie smiled with heartfelt joy, then bit down with a vengeance.
The screams from Twilight where shrill, guttural, and agonized, slowly melding it to a shameless moan. Twilight clawed her fingers into Trixie’s mane as she repeated the name of the mare that brought her pleasure. Trixie moaned into the bite, feeling a tidal wave crash over her. It was everything Trixie ever wanted, she felt ready to cum from the moment alone.
"I-I've been waiting for y-you to do that for t-two weeks." Twilight Rasped.
Trixie licked away the blood from her teeth. "My slutty little Sparkle, what I’m going to do to you tonight will make you regret those words."
Trixie grazed her tongue across the fresh bite, healing the scar. The lick left Twilight dizzy, arching her spine as a heavy bliss smothered her senses. She had enough of her mind to whine about her precious, new mark being healed away.
Twilights senses snapped back to her as another bite came. But this felt harder, harsher. She realised in the back of her lust addled mind that Trixie's healing had made her neck more sensitive. She strained, body seizing as she tried to give more of her neck. Trixie started her licking again, fingers finding twilights entrance and leaving a tickling pleasure.
When teeth found flesh again, it was mixed with the maddening sensation of g-spot stimulation, the sensitive mound of Twilights upper walls were ravaged with the same vigor of her nape. Twilight was left with no air to scream, and only found her breath again when the biting had receded back into licks. Even once she regained her voice, it was used to mutter sweet nothings in Trixie's name.
Trixie herself was descending into madness, twitching while Twilight broke down into hysteria. Trixie loved to have twilight underneath her, cherished the moans that carried her name, basked in the complete submission that her life long rival presented her with. Twilight loved her for the monster she was, wanted the pain only she could give, and that in of itself made Trixie flow over with ecstasy.
Trixie at some point noticed that her arm was drenched, and that Twilight’s eyes were fluttering as she came again, fingers still sending her into rapture. Trixie didn't care that she lost track of how many times she bit and licked, all that mattered is that she wanted to do it more.
She spanked Twilight's nethers, making sure to catch her clit in the slap. Twilight jumped back into focus, giving that oh so delicious look of confused anguish and pleasure.
“Wake up you Slut, I want you to use that mouth of yours before I fuck you senseless.”
Trixie slided back and spread her legs open, dragging Twilight's head down forcefully. “Do a good job, and maybe I’ll fuck you like the whore you are.”
Twilight was too blissed out to be anything but compliant. She sloppily lolled her tongue out into the waiting pussy of Trixie. She normally had faith that her tongue would be enough, but lacking the mind for any graceful movements, Twilight devised a delightfully perverted idea. she slid her head down further, and found her new target, the awaiting rosebud.
“OH SPARKLE! YOU NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY BITCH!”
Trixies weakness was her ass, Twilights favorite punishment was to pound away with her magical endowment while she spanked Trixie into a slobbering mess. For the first time, her tongue was squirming within the inner cavern, and the new sensations were proving to drive Trixie to a mind shattering end.
Trixie maliciously tugged on Twilight's mane as she dribbled out of her marehood with a torrent of girl cum. Despite its complete neglection it dripped and winked rampantly, her body mirroring her marehood in its state of euphoria. The purple alicorn could tell Trixie was trying her hardest to deliver cruel words of sexual encouragement, but was robbed of the ability as she squirted violently all over. Twilight always enjoyed her victories, even if they were little, so she strengthened her efforts, now thrusting in and out as arousal poured down onto her head.
The wetness slithering around her forbidden hole bypassed even the need to breathe. Trixie couldn't help but squirm as her whole body felt wonderously violated by the prodding, amazed and turned on even more by the fact her Sluttly little pet would induldge in such a taboo, even if she did keep her anus immaculately clean for ever such an occasion.
By the time Twilight was pulled away, she had already drowned in cum, hair sticking to the sides of her face with the scent of Trixie making her drowsy all over again. She would have felt pathetic, if not for Trixies still vibrating form, every breath coming out of her a strident whine as climax ran through her. Her eyes focused on Twilight long before she could speak with words again. They carried the same, strange, look of a mare who was trying to figure out rather she wanted to beat down, or make love to the pony in front of her.
In Twilight’s experience, it had always been both.
She knew what was coming next, so when Trixie let her head fall to the floor, Twilight wasted no time squirming around to present her flank. Pristine, perfect, pony rump, sheathed in a gleam of arousal and sweat, swayed enticingly through the air. Marehood winking between the soft cheeks, ready and wanting for what was to come. Trixie stumbled through the incantation required to craft a magical endowment to match her own blinding heat. When it finally came to creation, it was already twitching in time with her breaths, veins bulging and flesh bursting with enough energy to be no different from a ravenous stallion.
Twilight was left to guess at its length, only able to hear the magic fizzing itself together in her state of prostration. Her first hint came when the flared tip rubbed itself on her entrance. So big in its girth that Twilight could make out every anatomical detail of the head in great detail, even past the electric joy the friction left.
Fear for the unknown came when Trixie slid her length under the tuff of her pelvis, throbbing cock flesh heating her all the way to her belly button. Yet she was unable to feel Trixies stomach against her rear, signalling that there was an unknown length yet to go. Trixie kept her teasing going for a few more thrust, enjoying the way Twilight’s body pleaded for her to penetrate.
Finally, the tip started to push its way in. Trixie slowly increased the pressure of her hips against the breaking resistance of flesh that was not fully ready to accommodate. The overflow of fluids made sure the tension didn't last long, and Trixie made her way in. There was a wet pop, overshadowed by the cries of the two mares as the head entered ever so slightly. So little flesh had made its way past the threshold, and already the two were spasming on the edge.
Twilight regained her breath in time to feel thick girth inching its way in. So massive was it in size that Twilight would have feared literal impalement, if she didn't welcome the sweet pain-turned-pleasure brought along by the fierce stretching. Her inner walls reported every detail of the phallic texture invading her bit by bit. Her hips bucked back in reflex when she felt a twitch inside of her, moan accompanying the newly gained distance every time.
Nails dug into Twilight's cutie marks, and her ears twitched towards the labored grunts. When Twilight chanced a look behind her, Trixie was a delirious mess. Eyes rolled back, neck hanging weightlessly as her lips mouthed the words ‘So tight.’ like a silent mantra. Twilight felt her heart flutter, knowing that she still had such a strong effect over the mare. She bumped her rump more, and Trixies hips jerked forward in a way that made Twilight almost regret her teasing.
Trixie came down from her insanity once her hilt had finally found its way in. Two mares sweating, mumbling, and cumming from the simple act of entry. Twilight wasn't even sure she could go on, but the decision was robbed from her once Trixie had withdrawn herself just as slowly as she came in. Velvet inner folds clenched down, trying to tug the retreating member back in. Twilight feeling hopelessly empty as more length left her.
Twilight did not receive the hard thrust her body had futile tensed for. Instead, Trixie pumped languidly, like that of a sensual lover, delivering pleasure with soft, masterful motions. Twilight could feel the whole body of Trixie twist as the cock rocked her too and fro. It was amazing, and made her vocalize a song of approval, moans a continuous hum through the air. But it wasn't what she wanted.
“Isnt this nice...Hnfh...Sparkle?” Trixie grunted out.
Twilight managed to pull enough of her mind together to form words, and after several failed attempts to speak rather than moan, her voice finally obliged her will. If only barely.
“Trixie… Pleaaase…. Moooooore.”
“What... You d-dont… Like me making love to you like a good girl?
Twilight forced herself to reply, the blatant, eager, purr in her voice betraying her words. “Noooo….hnng… Not enough.”
Trixie’s voice was slow, deliberate, every syllable reminding Twilight of the gentle rutting she was receiving.
“Then tell me Sparkle, and do it in detail...what exactly do you want from me?”
Again she would be forced to say it, this time with a dick working her over and a moan in her voice. Even after everything that had happened tonight, she would still be forced to beg like a dog. Trixie’s sadism really knew no end.
Twilight almost hated how much it made her wet.
Almost.
“P-Pull my hair! Claw at me a-all over! F…. Fuck me raw! Hard, fast, and raw! A-And dont stop, Oh please T-Trixie, just don’t stop!” Twilight whined out every word, just confessing her desires sent micro orgasm cascading down her spine.
All she heard in confirmation was a long, wistful sigh, that seemed to play out forever in the silence.
“You make it so hard to hate you, Sparkle. You really, really do,” Trixie sang, before nipping at the ears of the shuddering, lavender alicorn. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for fucking you like I hate you.”
Twilight had all the signs to prepare. Trixie biting down on a mass of her hair, to tug with her teeth. The shift of her body weight as she pulled her member all the way back. The maniacal grin plastered on Trixie that nearly stretched her face as she poised to rocket in.
Yet the first orgasm still hit her hard, and out of no where, as Trixie Lulamoon’s full erection crashed into her.
“HAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNFGFFFF!”
The very world went white. Time didn't so much as lose meaning, as it simply failed to exist. Her eyes did not perceive anything about the world around her. Her brain had shut down, handing direct control to the bundles of nerves shooting a white inferno through her loins to her body. The only things she could comprehend were the only things that mattered. Trixie’s Teeth tugging her hair, endorphins dancing from her scalp to the tips of her spine. Nails edging into her body, stimulation screaming from the scratches. And a big, huge, throbbing cock, so deep inside her that she swore her very body was melting around it.
And yet she still wasn't prepared for the next thrust either.
The only sound that could be heard was the roaring fall of liquid as Twilight bursted with a fountain of cum. Even Trixie was overloaded, rather from the sense of penetration, or seeing Twilight in all ending bliss, her female nethers came, adding their own sloppy secretion to the mix, almost showing the two’s lower halves.
And still unprepared for the third.
Every thrust was just another orgasm to add on top of the already constant flow of them. Trixie came early than she wanted, but so deep into hysteria that she no longer cared. She poured hot magical seed into to Twilight, jetting streams of the ethermal jizz to coat every spot inside. She didn't stop her rutting though, she only increased in speed . Moaning into the mane of the mare who had enraptured her so, holding her close so that she couldn't slip away.
It was hard, fast, guttural, primal. Two animals that once bared the name Twilight Sparkle and Trixie Lulamoon, slapping there genitilia together without shame nor inhibitions. The silence of the night had no place to hide from the grunts, moans, slaps, and screams that reigned chaos in the air. The two of them rammed into one another as their horns dripped mana, emotions and minds so out of control that even there magic needed to find release.
Every muscle in their bodies had the sole purpose of fucking harder and faster. The small fibers throbbed with pain, but the need to rutt over ruled, and forced them to fuel on the night of debasement. Even if the sun and moon came crashing down onto them, they wouldn't stop. They hoped the entirety of Equestria could hear their them for the perverted ponies they truly were.
The stars faded away one by one, each carrying away a uncounted number of orgasms in their leave, until the sun could be made out from the horizon. They ached, they hurted, but they still kept fucking. It was a pool of fluids, every movement causing a splash to echo along with it. The room reeked of their filthy act as their musk was etched into the very walls. They only needed to hold out for one more orgasm, one final peak to put an end to a night of unaccountable bliss.
Their lips locked as the final wave came over them. It wasn't a harsh rise like the others had been, but a slow, low, building climax, that went so deep as to touch their very soul. It lulled over them and flowed out their pleasure in a constant intimate moment that only the two of them could share. They stayed frozen there for what felt to them longer than the whole previous night of fucking. And when they finally came down, their eyes met each other, before lips met in a loving embrace.
The two of them seemed to have lost the ability to speak, breaking away their kiss to try and talk, only for words to spill out in low, husky mewls. They kept restarting their kiss, until their mouths were capable of basic
speech again some time later.
“I missed you, Trixie.” The first coherent words coming from Twilights mouth, Trixie soon to follow.
“Not as much as I missed you. Celestia’s bloody sun, I never thought just two weeks away would make me crave you so bad.”
“Is that why you such a sadist last night, You miss my voice that much?”
“I was practically ready to cum on the spot when you shouted my name and got this all started.”
They kissed again, hugging eachother onto the floor. Soft giggles bubbling between them as they enjoyed the closeness of their snuggling.
“Gods this room reeks of us, I just want to lay in your scent for the day.” Said Trixie.
“The way I see it, its Saturday, and after all of that, I don't think I have the energy to move.”
Trixie moved to nip at Twilights neck again, a love bite rather her normaly carnal marking.
Twilight hummed in appreciation.
“You know, I really was shocked to see you totting around that bite mark on your neck, I knew you liked me nipping you, but I didn't know you were such a submissive little bitch that you needed my teeth to brand your skin.”
“Hey, I’m only your submissive little Sparkle. besides, it helps remind me to pay you back with interest the next time I win over our little fights.”
“Fair enough, I cant wait to see what vindictive justice you have instore for your naughty little Trixie.”
“Later. Right now I need sleep, and so do you.”
The two hugged up against one another, content to lie amongst their mess and rest. Trixie nuzzling into Twilight, while Twilights wings caressed over Trixies body. The birds singing the praise of morning only helped lull the tired mares closer to sleep.
“...I hate you, Sparkle." Trixie sighed.
“I love you, Trixie.”
“Hey, you're suppose to say ‘I hate you’ not, ‘I love you’.” Trixie laughed.
“Am I not allowed to do both?”
“I suppose our relationship is weird enough to allow for it...Then I guess I love you too.”
“You guess?” Twilight said, arching a playful brow.
“Okay, dammit, I do love you, I love you so much I can't stand it. Now stop being such a cutie so i can go back to hating you.”
“Thats what I wanted to hear.”
“Thats my shtick, Sparkle. Don't start stealing it.”
“No promises.” where her final words before she was left with a snoozing Trixie in her arms. She smiled, and quickly joined her in.
