Chapters Dear Princess Celestia,
As you know, I have lived a long, full life. My studies of friendship, conducted first under your orders when I moved from Canterlot to Ponyville, have brought me the greatest joy and reward I could ever have asked for: Friends.
As you remember (and to my chagrin), when I lived in Canterlot studying magic under you, I had plenty of book knowledge, but no real insight into the working of the relationships between ponies. I thought that everything I needed to know could be found in my books and studies, and in the examination of the world through a microscope. It was those studies that taught me that Nightmare Moon would return, and my belief that I was right that led me to (reluctantly) bond with five other ponies whos lives would forever change my own.
My body will not last much longer, and I look forward to finally getting to join my friends again. Many times have I looked into the well of souls (Yes, I KNOW it is against the rules... but I had to check...), and I know that they are waiting for me. But before I go, I needed to send one last letter. In case the handwriting looks a little funny, it is because I had to convince Discord to write it. Spike just settled down for his thousand year nap. I was sad to see him go, but we had a running bet as to weather I would have to go to sleep or him. He really has grown up, but he never really got over Rarity's passing.
I know that for nearly one and a half centuries I have been your best friend, and my Alicorn transformation has made sure I would live a long and prosperous life. I have enjoyed teaching magic and friendship to all the new ponies, and have enjoyed this life with my friends. Thus, while I may be mortal, and you are not, I wanted to finally teach YOU something.
Everyone passes away eventually. Remember when I defeated the Lich, Dark Caster? He thought he had unlocked the secret to immortality, but he was only a mockery of life. He took from others, and gave nothing back. That is not how you live on. It is your ACTIONS, not your intent, that matters later. Sure, actions are colored by intent, but never is it the WHY that really lives on.
Before you think me senile, yes, I do have a point. But I needed to tell you a few things before I get to it. I wanted to finally tell you what I really learned from each of my friends.
Pinkie Pie, my first friend, or at least the one I met first. The Element of Laughter, and the overactive party pony. I remember the day we met vividly, so long ago. I was more than a bit annoyed with you that day, having sent me away and disregarded everything I told you. Most trusted student? I thought you didn’t believe me. But if not for that lesson, I may still be in the library at Canterlot, content to be a minor teacher. She taught me how to see the best in everything and everyone, and that anypony can teach an important lesson. She taught me that sometimes, some things cannot be explained (She did finally tell me how the Pinkie Sense works, but I made a Pinkie Pie Promise to never tell anyone. She also taught me that you need to pay a lot of attention to when something is wrong with your friends.
It was the worst day of my life up until then when we all got the news that she had been admitted to Manehatten General. That was what... Many, many years ago. Fourty eight was too young for her... I missed her so much, and I still do. You remember the reports, that she had been abusing Pixie Dust after her fiance Cheese Sandwich got hit by the train. She was never really the same after that, I don’t think she had ever really been in love before. She put on a brave face, but when she said she wanted to move away to Big Apple to start up a business as a party planner, we didn’t know she didn’t want us to see her having problems. Up to the end, all she wanted was for everypony to be happy. The nurse said that her last words were “Throw me a party, and don’t be sad. I don't want my friends to be sad”
We buried her next to Cheese in Ponyville cemetery. After Granny Smith died, we all knew that nothing lasts forever, and we made a deal, one that I will tell you about later.
From then on, we all were much more careful to maintain contact with each other. It was no surprise to anyone that Fluttershy got ill a few years later. She had been hiding terminal cancer for a few years, and Discord could not heal it. I had never seen a draconequis so distraught over his helplessness. He came to me in my castle one fine spring day. The look on his face had told us everything, and we rushed out there.
Her lesson to me was kindness. No matter what anyone does, everyone deserves a friend and a second chance. Discord, Luna, Tirek (Although that one didn’t work so well), EVERYONE gets a second chance to prove themselves. Sadly, by the time we had gotten out there, she had pulled herself over to the woods to be closer to her beloved animals. We buried her out behind her cottage as she requested, and I quote, “If it would't be too much trouble”
Discord, as you remember, went on a journey for a while after that, returning only when he had claimed he “Found what he was looking for”, the Well of Souls.
Rainbow Dash, the second friend I ever made... she taught me so much. Taking it easy never really sunk in at first, and loyalty was not something that I ever had trouble with, but... I learned from her all about following dreams. Her dream, as you know, was to be a wonderbolt. The day that she got a letter informing her that she had been accepted into the Wonderbolt Academy was the happiest I had ever seen her. She had enjoyed summer camp so much, I thought that she was going to burst. And she made it too! Despite her old wing injury from the camp, she pulled top scores, setting academy records that were not beat until Scootaloo herself joined up. The day she performed the Rainboom for you and Luna in canterlot as a fully fledged wonderbolt initiate... her eyes on that day were the same as the pictures of her as a little filly looking up at those amazing fliers.
Ah, the dreams she inspired me to follow. I had always dreamed of spreading the magic of friendship all over the land, but it was her that made me finally do it. Her success in overcoming her injury to become the best of the best got me to set up academys all over the land, teaching the magic of friendship (And other magic, of course! I never forgot my roots!) to fillies and colts all over.
I remember that the day Rainbow announced that she was retiring, turning over the wonderbolts to Scootaloo, the look in her eyes was not that of sorrow, but of satisfaction and pride. She knew she had done what she needed to, and she was not upset in the least at finishing. She boasted that she had finally done everything she said she would, and a week later we found she had passed away in her sleep. Author A.K. Yearling, or Daring Do as Rainbow knew her, wrote a special memiour for her in her final novel, The Quest for the Rainbow Fountain. We were all sad, those of us that could make it, and Spitfire passed away the next spring.
It did come as a big surprise when Applejack was the next to go. A farming accident at eighty five years of age... she had broken her rear left leg while applebucking, and apparently it had developed a nasty infection. Big Mac had moved away to help out some of the family out east, and he never forgave himself for not being there for his sister. Applebloom was distraught over the lost, having just married a cute coltfriend she had had for a few years. I never heard her last words, we only found her after we checked the farm. She had not spoken to anyone for three weeks, and we found her in bed. It wasn’t pretty... Apple Bloom had been out of town to deliver cider to Diamond Tiara's store in Manehatten. I was always glad to see those two make up.
At her funeral, which all of Ponyville attended, I spoke about her stubborn nature, how hardheaded she could be, and the fact that she never gave up, no matter how hard the task. But I spoke at great length about her honesty and hardworking attitude. Her help during the Dark Caster Event was invaluable, as she helped me see through the lies he heaped around me. That kind of dedication to those around you... it inspired me to use my waning years to improve everything that I could get my hooves on.
And speaking of improvement... Rarity. Poor, sweet Rarity. When everyone else had gone, she figured it was time to move on as well. She and spike had been more than friends for many years by then, and they moved out to Manehatten. I think she needed a change of scenery, as she was tired of designing one fewer funeral gown each time. The attacks on the city by gryphon terrorists shook her, and I remember her demsonstrating her generosity by donating hundreds of thousands of bits to relief funds, and creating wonderful clothing for those who had lost everything. But at her age, nearly a hundred and twelve, working twenty hours a day just couldn’t work any more. Spike informed me that she had passed away in a hopsital from cardiac arrest. She gave EVERYTHING she had and more to those around her. I miss her so much, and it was the first time I had attened a formal event in something that she did not design for me. Sweetie Bell held a charity concert in her honor, and I remember you in tears at the end.
Discord has been keeping me company these last thirty years, and they have been the hardest of my life. Spike went to sleep about two years ago, and I remember him crying until I finally put a spell to give him good dreams during his slumber. Please promise you will take care of him when he wakes up?
As for my lesson to you...
All of my years, I tried to hold on to things, to keep them close at hand. Even when my friends died, I spent weeks moping around, never getting anything done. I cannot imagine how hard it is for you and Luna, knowing that you will still be here when I am gone, to have seen all of your friends come and go. I know you hurt, I know you hurt very badly. So my request to you is this.
Let us go. Be happy for who we were, and do not set yourself apart from your little ponies any longer. Yes, we are mortal. Yes, we pass away... but get to know as many as you can! Find joy in new relationships, find the peace in new friends that will not replace the old, but add to their memories! Remember Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie. Remember us all, but don’t let us be chains around your legs, holding you back. Though you will never be permitted to pass the gate to the Well of Souls before the breaking of the universe, know that the more friends you make, the more that will be waiting for you when you do finally arrive.
One day, everything will be gone. As time goes by, things will change. Television? Airplanes? I never thought of any of these things a few years ago! Yet just last week Horseton launched a metal thingamabob that went all the way to the moon! And then Luna made funny faces at it.
But I digress. When Discord gives this to you, I will probably be on my way to see my friends. I am sorry I couldn’t make it to Canterlot one last time, and see you once more. I wish I could have visited you and Luna, but... it was not meant to be.
I love you so much, as a teacher, as a friend, and as a princess.
I feel a bit tired now, so I am going to finish this off. Discord is looking at me with a bit of sadness, and there is a strange black pony in the corner telling me it is time to go. I think I am ready for one last adventure...
Sincerely yours, and with no regrets, your most faithful student,
Princess Twilight Sparkle
P.S. Tell Princess Cadence that I will give her regards to Shining Armor.
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. They cannot exist without each other, the two constant, immutable concepts that are so often seen as foes are the best of friends. Another cut, and blood runs down my foreleg. A giggle escapes my lips as the Pain/Pleasure feeds my Pleasure/Pain. A sigh, born of ecstasy, a climax of my soul as I tread down the street. Pain/Pleasure. The thought races through my mind. My name is Killer Laugh. I kill ponies, I have to. They say I have to do it, and I will do it.
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. Again, the knife held aloft in my magic slashes my foreleg. A whimper escapes, I don’t know if it is of agony or adulation. Such a pleasant word. I learned many words at the academy, before THE ACCIDENT. HOW DARE THEY! THEY SAID I WAS INSANE! Hehehe... oh, I hurt them so badly, they must have felt so good!
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. I creep through the shadows of Canterlot. Canterlot? Yes, that is where I am from. Funny you should ask, they told me you would ask. Who are you? Are you me? Am I you? I guess it doesn’t matter. So little matters, except the Pain and the Pleasure. Yes, those two are the constants of my life.
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. There is a shadow ahead! A green mare looks up, carrying a bag of groceries in her saddlebags. “Hello?” she asks. I say hi to her, but when the light catches my face she tries to scream. NO! I WONT LET IT HAPPEN! THEY HATE THE SCREAMING! IT HURTS SO BADLY!
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. The pain feels SOO good! SHE MUST SCREAM FOR ME! The knife goes down, a quick jab. I was studying medical magic, you know? I know ALL about the body. I know how to take it apart. I was learning how to put it back together. But taking it apart is so painful, so pleasurable, so much better than putting it back together. I always loved to create messes, but MOTHER MADE ME CLEAN THEM UP!
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. The stab ruptures her left lung, deflating it nearly instantly as my weight bears down on her. A slight struggle, and she gasps, the groceries rolling away. Two tomatoes, three heads of cabbage, some spices, cooking oil, a jar of pickles. Her Cutie Mark, a white chef hat and a cleaver. CLEAVER! MEANT FOR BUTCHERS! THEY DO NOT KNOW HOW TO TAKE A PERSON APART RIGHT but they are so good at it... they know how to cut almost as good as me! HAHAHA!
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. Her life vanished, and I probed her with my magic. My Cutie Mark, a bloody knife and a screaming skull. I could feel her pain, I could force myself to feel what she was feeling. Yes, that used to be my talent. I was going to be... a therapist? I could feel what others felt. Why was I a doctor then? Or was my cutie mark a cleaver and chef hat? But that was her... her voice screams in my head, joining the chorus of others that I have CURED OF THEIR HURTS! I HELP THEM!
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. I move on. Her body lies in the streets, another one to join the ones in the papers. I had killed SO many, an ocean of blood. Two guards... they give an angered cry, and the unicorn starts to send a spell. He looks in disbelief as his spell fizzles and his horn falls to the ground, blood erupting from his forehead. A moment later, he falls over, his chest splayed open and organs dripping to the ground like refuse from a butcher shop. KILL THE OTHER! I COMMAND IT! Yes master.
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. He tackles me. I feel a stabbing pain in my chest as his spear pokes out the other side. AH THE PAIN! I climaxed harder than I ever remember, even as my heart slowed. Then it started, and I pulled his spear out, a rib cracking and then mending. Yes, that was it! A cast and medicine bottle, that was my mark! Or was it a spear and whistle? I pondered this as my wounds closed and I absorbed his soul and pain, quivering in pleasure while his mind screamed in my head, joining the others I had killed. THEY MADE ME DO IT oh god let me stop MAKE IT STOP never ever ever again HAHAHA!
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. I moved over, his body still twitching as my knife was left. In my magic I carried the tip of his spear. The castle loomed ahead, the gates open for the nightly delivery. The guards at the gate charged me! I hacked the first one to pieces. A scream of fury fit to wake the dead tore out of me as I slashed again and again, deflecting their spells. I was a top level unicorn, a graduate of Celestia's School for Gifted Ponies! My cutie mark, a spellbook and stars, or was it a shield and armor? Or was that the one I just killed?
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. The hallway was covered in blood and gore, guards lay sprawled all over the place. Yes, it WAS canterlot! WHERE WAS CELESTIA she is in her study of course. IT IS TOO WELL GUARDED we cannot die! We saw to that! GO NOW! Yes of course please don’t hurt me!
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. Two more died before it broke, the STUPID SPEAR SO WORTHLESS! I ripped their bones out of their twitching bodies before they died, and their souls joined the rest in my mind, screaming in agony it felt so good. The doors opened as sunlight poured out. I HAVE COME FOR YOU! What are you doing here? I CAME TO KILL YOU MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD!
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. She stood up, and for a moment I felt fear before the pleasure started. I was going to kill CELESTIA! I knew how to do it, the special dagger I had... yes, it would work! A spear of light intercepted my dagger, and I twirled it around. Yes, a DUELIST! That was me! A rapier and swordbreaker, that was my mark! The moves came easily to me. I giggled again, a cry of madness and agony that came from my soul! She shouted at me, but I couldn’t hear her over the pounding in my head.
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. The spear stabbed just below my fetlock, and a hoof flew away, blood following it. A ripple of pleasure consumed me, and the pain caused me to laugh again. Her eyes widen as my dagger strikes her in the rear flank, just below her cutie mark. YES! The spear finds its mark, in the center of my chest. WOULDNT THEY LEARN I COULDNT DIE! I fell back, the spear pulling out and my magic closing it. SHE WOULDNT DIE! THE DAGGER DIDNT WORK! But I knew more... I HAD SEEN THE ABYSS AND IT HAD SEEN ME BACK!
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. I ran away, I couldn’t kill her. She fell back on an injured leg HOW COULD THAT HURT as guards chased me. What an annoyance. With a flick of my mind, they went flying out the window. A Pegasus flew in, and his wings decorated the floor as he was tossed into a pillar. WINGS ON A SHIELD THAT WAS IT! Or was it a golden sun? No, I hadn’t killed her... COME BACK TO ME MY STUDENT!
Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. A bright light was ahead of me, and I ran to it with giddy anticipaiton. A dark tall mare, moon for her cutie mark stood before me, a radient sister next to her. THEY WERE SO REGAL DONT TOUCH THEM kill them. Kill them both. I raised my dagger again. Sorrow fills her eyes as her horn ignites, and Pleasure and Pain filled my last thoughts. I was free.
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...”
