One shot ravings

It was a dark and rainy night in Ponyville. Ponies at this time were usually in their homes, bundled up safe and tight. The world was quiet save for the pounding rain, but the Pegasi in the skies were the only ones who might have seen anything odd.

In the depths of the Everfree Forest, a unicorn fled from the wrath of the Woods Shaman. Getting her amulet back was all that mattered. Putting on the show of “The Great and Apologetic Trixie” was the hardest thing she had ever done, but now she had to prove it. SHE was in control, not some bit of metal, magic, and gem! SHE was the master of her mind!

Of course, if the Zebra caught up to her, she would be master of nothing. That zebra REALLY packed a punch. Growling, Trixie shook her head. The thoughts through her mind were confusing. One the one hoof, it was nice finally being cheered. But nopony ever believed in her! Tears streamed from her eyes as she ran through the woods. The edge loomed, and there was a cottage in the distance. The rain partially obscured it, but with the amulet on, her simple detection spell allowed her to sense everything for a few miles all around.

On top of that was her confounded heat. Perhaps if nopony was home, she could relieve herself before moving on to plan. And if somepony was home.... well, the Great and Powerful Trixie would take care of it. Still, there was a twinge of guilt overriding the urge in her mind to control and dominate.

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Alder Tree was tired. His day at work in the Ponyville Sawmill, supervising the chain lines, was never easy or fun, but it paid well enough and let him live his quiet life in his cottage on the edge of town. Less than a mile away was the dangerous Everfree Forest, but never once had he had any troubles with the beasts that live there. His talent was with all things made of wood, and the timberwolves had learned a long time ago to fear his leg buck. When all it took was one kick to destroy you, you tended to stay away from the source of danger.

He sighed as he left the mill, wandering through town and running through the pouring rain to get to his two room cottage. It wasn’t fancy, but it was home, and at this time, all he cared about as his hooves hit the ground was that it was DRY. His coat flapped behind him, but the rain soaked through it and began to run down his pelt. All day, he had been in close proximity to a mare, Green Chain, who was rather easy on the eyes...

Maybe I should ask her out... he mused to himself, smiling under the hood. The thought of her rump, walking away from him, was tantalizing. Girl, I hate it when you leave, but I LOVE to watch you go... he thought, chuckling. But then again, the life of a bachelor, while lonely, was wonderful. Easy weekends, long nights with beer and television, and all the sports watching you could fit into a Sunday. The Cloudsdale Kickers and the Canterlot WonderColts were going to be on this weekend, and he looked forward to the chance to watch the two rivals take each other head on. Pegasi were fast and agile, but with unicorn magic mixing things up, the game would be difficult to call at best. A crash of thunder and two flashes of lightning send him home at top speed, heart pounding. These storms were, however, NOT fun at all when you were home alone.

Finally, home. That place of sanctuary, where you can enjoy your private feelings, eat food, and altogether relax in privacy and the sense of fulfillment that came from not residing in your parents basement. The red earth pony smiled to himself, despite the dripping water from his coat and flanks, as he approached his destination, that solid oak door. Where is that key... ah, there. A bit of fumbling later, and the key was in his front left hoof. The lock was a bit jammed, as usual, but a moment of jiggling later and it was free. A quick twist to the left, and the door clicked open.

Alder went inside, pulling his coat off with his mouth and standing up on his hind legs to place it on the coat rack. With any luck it would be dry by morning, although by how soaked it was, he would be lucky if it was only damp. Still, not much you could do about that.

“Those unicorns have it SO easy” he said to himself, humming and wandering to the fireplace. The fireplace was cold, but luckily the vent on the roof and chimney had refused to allow any water into the fireplace. He went to the pile of dry wood to the side, collecting sticks and piling them onto the dry bed of cold coals on the ground. A bit of lamp oil and newspaper and a single piece of medium sized wood, and all he needed were the matches.

This presented a problem. The matches were slightly damp from being left in the open air for two nights in a row, and as he tried to strike them, the alchemical solution on the end refused to ignite.

“Come on... light... its freaking cold...” he muttered, gritting his teeth as he held the box between his forehoovs and tried to avoid breaking a match held inbetween his teeth. Finally, the match ignited... only for it to go out as an unseen force yanked it from his mouth. There was a chuckle behind him.

“Looks like somepony needs help... after all, us unicorns have it so easy... and with this much power... the greatest and most powerful of unicorns has it the easiest. Trixie always will get what she wants”

I turned around slowly. There was a whoosh behind me as the fire ignited, and my shadow fell upon the face of HER. The unicorn who had recently been the ruler of the Ponyville, until twilight had once again taken control, kicking her out. Something about an amulet.

That amulet... oh cripe... Alder thought, seeing the red jewl clasped around her neck. As his eyes fell upon it, she smirked. “That's right. The Great and Powerful Trixie has gotten what belongs to her back... and the Great and Powerful Trixie intends to reclaim the rest of it form Twilight Sparkle.

“What do you want from ME, Trixie?” he asked, glaring at the interloper. What was supposed to be a quiet evening by himself was turning into a recipie for disaster. He still remembered her power mad eyes, and a similar glint lingered in them now. She smirked again.

“What I WANT is not important. Trixie does not WANT. She TAKES. And you will provide her acoomidations while she plots to take over Ponyville again. And you will not tell ANYPONY she is here” she said, smiling, and edging closer. Slowly, Alder edged backwards, one step at a time, but all the time he could not help but see her face get closer and closer to his own, until her muzzle was right next to his.

His rump was nearly in the flames, and his tail crisped a tiny bit as her snout pressed against his. “You wont tell ANYPONY... will you?” she said, eyes flashing red. Slowly, Alder scowled, before finally pushing forward, knocking her back a step. “No, I wont. You will never really rule anything. People LOVE twilight, but you don’t know a thing about love, do you Trixie?”

The instant he said that, her eyes flashed. “Love? LOVE? Trixie does not need love! She does not need LOVE! Trixie is the Highest Level Unicorn! She can beat Twilight Sparkle with her amulet! And Trixie knows plenty of love!”

Alder snorted, heading for the phone. “No you don’t. I'm calling the police. Leave my house Trixie. I want to spend my evening in peace and quiet.”

What happened next did so very quickly. The phone was yanked from the wall, and a blue streak him and knocked him over. Alder lay on his back, front legs up, while a grinning mare had both of her forehooves on either side of his head, hind legs firmly planting between his to stop him from getting up.

“Trixie knows plenty about love... and Trixie will show you!” she said, her voice no longer loud, but soft and sultry. “Trixie will make you beg for her...”

Alder felt his body being picked up in her magic as she slid him out from under her, and she trotted through through the arch to the alcove bedroom. In there lay the small bed that his salary afforded him.

“Stop it!” cried Alder, running in place in the magic. The thought of spending the night with a power crazed egotistical unicorn with something to prove did NOT appeal to him in any way. That and he already had his eyes on that other mare!

“Trixie will not hear your cries until they become cries for mercy!” she said, tail lifting high. At that moment, a smell wafted through the air to greet Alder's nostrils. It was a smell usually emananting from behind a door with a flower, signalling...

“Trixie is in heat, and requires some respite so that she may make her plans. Trixie will use you up and throw you aside, like so many towns have done to her! How does THAT sound?” she demanded, grinning. Her eyes flashed again, and her tail twitched as she deposited Alder on the bed with his legs in the air.

“Trixie will now take what she wants...” She said, vanishing in a puff of smoke and reappearing on the bed, once again straddling her prize. “And Trixie will enjoy it...”

Alder opened his mouth to protest, but it was smothered by Trixie latching on. Instantly, he felt her tongue in his mouth, establishing dominance and asserting her place in whatever twisted relationship was forming between the two of them.

She is a good kisser... wait... what? No! “Get off!” cried Alder, pushing upwards. A moment later, his legs were stuck to the mattress magically. “Ah ah ah!” she tsked, “None of that! Trixie will not allow rebellion... now beg for Trixie!” she cried. Slowly, she lowered herself, rubbing her already wet loins on his rapidly swelling sheath. Alder groaned and twisted his head to the side, until magic once again forced him to look up. “You WILL look your mistress in the eyes... Call Trixie your mistress!”

Alder grimaced, his mind filled with both horrible and pleasurable possibilities. But the idea of calling her mistress... no! “Get... off... please! Let go!” he cried, but the matress would not let his limbs go.

“Give up.... give in. Let Trixie take you to the heights of pleasure.... let Trixie show you her love...” she crooned, before leaning down and planting another kiss as her hips rolled, rubbing the tip of Alders member against her plot. A trilling moan emerged from her mouth and into his as she latched on, but this time, there was no force, and no resistance. The intrusion of her tongue was tolerated, and then welcomed as his tangled. Her eyes flashed from red to blue, and a needy spark emerged. “Trixie knows how to love but nopony loves her.... Can you show Trixie love?” she asked, a needy huskieness to her voice.

Thoughts raced through Alders mind. She was not brutal... she was lonely! But all she knows is how to get what she wants through deceit or force... she is all alone. But that doesn’t... ooh... that feels niceeeee....

Pulling back, she smiled. “Trixie will love you now. And you can love her back a bit... it is not right she should do all of her work!”

Slowly, Alder nodded, and the pressure around his forehooves lessened, allowing him to lift them. Hesitating, he put them around the back of her neck, pulling her down slightly. She smiled then, a bit sweetly, before whispering “Trixie is not a bad pony... others just don’t understand her”

Alder looked up at her, nodding a bit. “Then just let me up a bit...”

With that, she smirked. “Don't be silly. Trixie already knows what she wants from you. Now lie back!” she commanded, and with that the magical shackles resumed, pulling Alders forelegs down to the matress again, and she ground her hips against his. “Call me your mistress, and she might have mercy on you!”

The sudden change in demeanor was nearly as startling as her growing movements. The urge to breed was becoming overwhelming, and with both the overwhelming horomones and the magical compulsion to dominate warring within the showmare, her fancies were as erratic as her rolling thighs. Alder grimaced as his shaft stood up to full mast and rubbed against her nethers. Still it was refused entrance, never aligning with her as she bit her lip, and smiled at him.

“Trixie! Let... ooohhhh.... please... let me....” he said, looking up at her pleadingly. “Let me do it!”

She shook her head. “Call me Misstress Trixie! Do it!”

Finally Alder relented. His mind was fogged with her lusty scent and her motions, and his brain could register little more than the mare on top of him demanding one thing in return for his release. “Mistress Trixie! Let me cum!”

She smiled. “That wasn’t so hard was it...” she cooed, slowing down and then finaly lying directly belly to bellw with him. “Now the fun really starts...” she said, and with a quick motion, she slid back, impaling herself upon Alders shaft.

Their moment never really even happened. With little ceremony, she began to grunt and heave, pinning Alder down and nibbling on his neck and ears as she pleased herself on his girth. With a keening moan, she finally hit the right spot.

“YES! Show Trixie your love! Show that the Great and Lustful Trixie is the only one you will ever want! Show her that you love her!”

With a grunt and something akin to a wimper, Alder snapped. Using his earth pony strength, he pulled up the matress, still bound to his hooves, and wrapped hard around Trixie, rolling them both over onto the hard bunk below, the matress forming a cave over them as he thrust repeatedly, the shocked and orgasming Trixie helpless beneath him, the tables turned. With a few quick shoves, he finished his act, and Trixie felt a warmth spreading through her marehood. A smile of hers released the spell on the mattress and it collapsed over both of them, holding them together in their intimate embrace.

A few minutes later Trixie spoke. “That was good. The Great and Sleepy Trixie now requires her rest... make sure to clean up...”