“Finally.” Trixie grumbled out, opening the door to her temporary residence. The house itself was, in fact, a bit small for her stature, but it was still more then she had ever expected. Wearily, she trudged to the kitchen, wincing a bit as her wings clipped the sides of the entrance way. A cup was wrapped in a magenta aura and levitated to the sink, where it was quickly filled with cold water. Taking a long drink, Trixie placed the cup in the sink, and proceeded up the stairs to the bedroom.
While there was a perfectly good bedroom downstairs, she had quickly learned to avoid it. Two nights ago she had woken up to find one of the villagers peering in the window at her during the middle of the night. After nearly blasting a hole through the window, Trixie had quickly relocated to a higher elevation. The village was mostly Earth ponies, so she felt relatively sure of her privacy now. With luck, that would stay true until she left.
Sighing, Trixie tossed her nearly empty bit bag on a small desk in the room.
“Just what is wrong with every pony lately? Is Trixie coming off wrong?”
Trixie was both elated and exasperated. For the last month, she had been traveling to various towns and cities. Her progress had been quite remarkable; mostly thanks to her rapidly improving use of the Gate spell. What used to take weeks for her now took days, and days took hours. At least, so long as she knew where she was traveling to, or could see it. And Trixie had been down these roads many times in her life.
Still, her expanding powers and knowledge kept being put to the test, thanks to the strange new circumstances every town had started throwing at her. The first town she came across had started off a very strange chain of events it would take her months to get used to, if ever.
It had begun with a loud, whistling noise, causing everypony’s ears to perk up. As eyes followed ears to learn where the noise was emanating from, panic broke out in the little town. A large, fiery meteor was rapidly approaching the small hamlet of Byzantail. Some Earth ponies ran in blind fear, some simply watched and hoped it would miss the town, yet others cowered with their foals, waiting for the end. Just as relief was in sight as it became clear that the meteor would pass over the town, it broke off into a dozen different segments. Each segment broke off into smaller and smaller multi-colored pieces, giving out a loud cacophony as they streaked through the sky, before exploding into fireworks. The town became speechless as the entire sky above them was blotted out with beautiful sparkling colors. One large fragment however, was spiraling down to the city. Just as the villagers began to worry on where it would hit, a loud mare’s voice echoed out across the sky.
“Mares and Gentlecolts, Unicorns and Earth ponies, rooftop viewers! Watch in awe as the greatest show in all of Equestria graces your humble town! Behold! The Great! The Powerful-”
The meteor fragment hit the ground, causing a blast of light that forced many ponies to shield their eyes. The light quickly faded away, revealing a powder blue Alicorn standing on a patch of burnt ground in the middle of the town square.
“Trrrrrrixie!”
She still couldn’t believe it. After all that work, the magic and time that went into mixing her fireworks and illusions together, the new amazing acts in her show that she could have never done before; and she hadn’t made a single bit. Not. One. Bit.
Where did Trixie go wrong? Was it too much for their simple minds to grasp? Is magic hated here? Grumbling sourly, Trixie drank her cider in a now nearly empty bar, wings twitching in agitation. Oh, the bar had been full before her arrival, but much like the show, everypony was acting strange in her presence, leaving her to now have a large area of the tavern all to herself. The few ponies still present just quietly whispered and watched her from a distance. Whenever her cider had gone empty, she didn’t even have to ask for another, the waitress just quietly came over and refilled it, awkwardly bowing to her afterwards.
The show had been similar, though Trixie was pretty sure the entire town had showed up to it. Of course they would, after an entrance like that, how could they keep away? But, no pony had clapped once during the entire thing. They just watched her show quietly, forcing Trixie to change tactics and use illusions of herself for certain acts when her need for a volunteer hadn’t managed a single raised hoof.
Once it was over, and Trixie had given her final bow, it just became downright eerie. She had expected a roar of cheers, perhaps an angry tirade or two demanding she leave town like so many other times. Anything would have been better than the total silence she received, as hundreds of ponies simply stared at her. She remembered mumbling something out before ducking behind the curtain in confusion.
And now, here she was, practically alone in a tavern and nearly broke. Trixie contemplated her show, ignoring the rude sounds of a pony barging through the tavern doors at a gallop.
“Make way! There’s been an accident!”
Seriously, just what went wrong? She thought, sipping at her re-filled cider before biting into a hay sandwich she did not remember ordering. Actually, there was quite a bit of food on her table for some reason. But, considering her lack of bits at the moment, she wasn’t going to complain. Maybe she’d at least earned one admirer from her show?
“Princess! Something terrible has happened!”
Hopefully whoever was doing this for her wasn’t expecting anything in return. She’d experienced fans like that before, and wasn’t looking forward to reliving it again. Just the thought put a grimace on her muzzle.
“P-pardon my intrusion, Princess, b-b-ut, there’s been an accident ...”
But nopony had really bothered her in town yet, so perhaps it was simply some pony who was awed by her performance and too shy to reveal themselves. That was a nice thought, actually.
“P-phew! You had me worried for a second, Princess. Now, if you could just follow me, please?”
Still, it was going to be sometime till she was cleared of her old reputation. What, with the Ursa incident, hiding on a rock farm for months, and the Alicorn Amulet debacle, it only made sense…
“U…U-hm..P-Princess…? A-am I addressing you properly? Does anypony know if I’m addressing her properly?”
But, if she’d earned even one devoted fan in this backward town, then surely –
A hoof gently rapped on her table.
“P-Princess…?”
Trixie blinked owlishly at the brown stallion in front of her. He had a long, red beard on his muzzle, along with a feathered cap. A cutie mark of a mining axe adorned his side, visible despite the soot that covered his body. His green eyes were fearful, but determined.
“ … Are you addressing Trixie?”
From helping with a collapsed mine in one town, to dealing with Timber wolves in the next, the list of strange requests just went on and on at every village she entered. It was like everywhere she went, the locals thought their problems should be hers. And what could she do? Saying no wouldn’t exactly endear the town to spend bits at her show after all. Of course, they weren’t doing that despite Trixie’s actions as it was. The first pony at every town who actually went to put some bits in the tip jar at her shows always got upset looks from the rest of the audience, leading any other pony walking up to quickly turn around and sit back down.
Even spending what few bits she had wasn’t going the way she expected.
“And two … no, make it one jar of peanut butter. Trixie … needs to cut back anyways.”
“Yes, Princess.” The merchant said, placing three jars in the saddlebag, much in the same way she had been ignoring the amounts Trixie had requested throughout most of the interaction so far. Trixie was quite sure the mare was either deaf, or trying to milk her for every last bit Trixie had left.
“For the last time, just Great and Powerful Trixie will do.”
“Whatever you like, Great and Powerful Princess Trixie.”
“ … Forget it, how much does she owe you?”
Packing up the saddlebag, the merchant handed it to another Earth pony before answering. “It’s already been paid for, Princess.”
“Umm…no, Trixie does not remember paying you yet.”
“Somepony else already took care of it, Princess. No need to worry.”
“If you’re sure, then …” Trixie held out a hoof to the young stallion holding her saddlebags. The stallion’s eyes widened and he shook his head.
“Oh, umm, n-no? Please let me carry this for you, Princess. It would be my honor.”
Sighing Trixie rubbed her head with a hoof. “For the last time, Trixie is an Alicorn; a great, and awe-inspiring one at that, but not a Princess.”
“Whatever you say, Princess. Please lead, I will be right behind you.”
This scene had reoccurred in every town, putting Trixie on edge throughout her travels. It felt like she was constantly being given charity; she hated relying on others to take care of her basic needs, or feeling in debt to somepony. But, what else could she do? Almost impossibly, the other horseshoe Trixie kept expecting never dropped. Nopony ever demanded anything from her, or acted like she owed them, despite Trixie never paying for anything. It was all just smiles and small bows. It was unnerving Trixie to no small end. What she had woken up to after her first night in Byzantail had only added to her confusion.
She must have had a completely pole-axed look on her face the first morning she went outside of her bedroom and found a multitude of gifts. They ranged from saddlebags containing more of the items she had looked to purchase the night before, to hoof carved statues, bouquets of flowers, and pictures of her drawn by foals. Most of it (minus the foal pictures … and maybe a few of the better likenesses of herself) she gave to the innkeeper and asked to give to some charity if the town had one. She just couldn’t carry all of it, and wasn’t too keen on getting a new cart anytime soon.
Strange processions had even begun to follow her for a short time as she left each town. If she didn’t use her Gate spell, she was pretty sure some of those ponies would have followed her all the way to the next village.
Unnervingly, she did catch up to ponies she had seen in the previous town at times; on their way to let the town over know of the Princess’s eventual arrival. This was … problematic for her. The back and forth between desiring the attention and trying to hide away always conflicted at these times, so she didn’t try to stop the runners.
Trixie was keeping out of the large cities for now, to keep her location hidden so the Princesses might cool off a little. Maybe Trixie’d get lucky, and some other disaster would keep them off her scent. Really, Trixie had wanted to avoid contact entirely with towns, but, it was just impossible. She was a show mare after all. The stage called to her. And a stage required an audience; else it was nothing more than practice. To get an audience, Trixie had to go into towns, even if it was just small ones.
But, if runners were going out from the small towns, it was only a matter of time before they would be sent to bigger cities, ones with Royal guards, who probably had posters and warrants out for her. Her gating across Equestria would keep them from following her, but didn’t mean an ambush couldn’t be set up at the next town for her. Despite her amazing abilities, sleeping out in the open when she couldn’t reach a town left her very vulnerable to the Royal guards.
In the end it came down to the age old question; attention versus self-preservation. Trixie’d never been good at making a choice between the two.
She actually felt reasonably secure sleeping in towns at least, for yet, more awkward reasons.
Yawning, Trixie blearily followed the mayor of Byzantail out to her promised sleeping quarters. For some reason, the mayor insisted on moving her from the cozy room she was given the night before. Trixie figured it was due to her inability to pay for such nice accommodations. With luck, the one she was being brought to would at least be cheap and serviceable.
She had done her second show for the town earlier that evening, and had just finished winging her way through a marriage ceremony she had practically been begged to perform, leaving her exhausted.
Thank Celestia Trixie faked being a pastor in Los Pegasus, she’s pretty sure she got most of the words right.
Irritably, her bit bag was still just as empty as the day before.
“We’re here, your Majesty!”
… Trixie’s too tired to correct him again, hopefully the room won’t be too small.
Looking over, she saw the mayor unlock the door to a modest looking cottage and open it for her. Trixie nodded and walked in, turning around shortly after noticing the occupants of the cottage were not home at the moment.
“Thank you, which room is Trixie staying in? And you never gave Trixie a price.”
“Whichever bedroom you like, your Majesty, there is two of them to choose from. I-is that allright?”
Tch, he ignored the second part of Trixie’s question like everypony else has whenever she asks it. Sighing, Trixie nodded. “She will take whichever room is still open then. When will the owners be returning?”
“Owners? This house hasn’t been used in a few months, your Highness. But, I had some ponies spruce it up and make it livable while you were busy today.”
“ … Trixie needed a room to sleep in…so you fixed up a cottage …”
“I am sorry, Princess! B-but, we are only a small hamlet, and this is the best we could do on such short notice of your arrival. Again, you have my sincerest apologies for the poor accommodations the night before.”
“Poor? The room was quite good, if a little cramped.”
“You are too kind, Princess. Is there anything else you need tonight?”
“Umm…no. Trixie will be fine till morning.”
“Allright. good night then, Princess.”
“Good night …”
Sitting down on a large pillow in the bedroom, Trixie started using a hoof to massage her head. She planned to stay another day or two in this latest town, and she hoped to use tonight to take care of a major issue she had discovered.
With a gentle exhale, Trixie let go of the small illusion covering her face, revealing the scars that ran along her left eye. She could only wonder what that stallion must have thought when her face peered through the window at him. His fault for peeping on her, of course, but that incident had shown Trixie that she couldn’t just rely on illusions to hide her scars. Not to mention the concerns Trixie had with her fans.
The little filly squealed as Trixie bent down to give her the requested hug after her latest show. Without thinking, Trixie gave the foal a gentle nuzzle, receiving one in return. It was a nice moment for Trixie, one she rarely got more than once per town, as most foal’s parents seemed to keep a tight rein on their foal’s around her, out of respect from what she understood. Trixie would have lingered a short while more, if not for feeling the foal tense and back away.
Confusedly, Trixie raised her head to see what was the matter, and received a very scared look in return. The foal started to whimper as she looked at Trixie’s face. That’s when it hit her; she had nuzzled the foal with the left side of her face, causing the foal to rub against the scars that weren’t supposed to be there. Illusions were tricky like that, only hiding the mind from reality until sufficient proof broke them down and revealed the truth.
Quickly, Trixie covered the left side of her face with her mane, something she had almost subconsciously started doing now, illusion or no illusion on. She recast the spell as the parents comforted the foal and apologized to her for the filly’s sudden outburst.
Yes, tonight was definitely the time to think of a better solution, but what? Trixie laid down on her bed and conjured an illusion of herself in the middle of the room. For a moment, she lost herself in the image, tracing the jagged scars along her face with her eyes. Her mind took her back to Twilight’s initial reaction upon seeing Trixie’s scarred appearance.
Why must everything else about Trixie be perfect, but this?
The face. Part of the anatomy that ponies are naturally drawn to look at first. The part that is seen first thing in the morning by the pony you are with.
It couldn’t have been just a scar on the leg, or even one over Trixie’s neck. It couldn’t have been elegant, a scar that ponies look at and see as alluring. No, it had to be this mishmash of lines and holes.
Still, Twilight wouldn’t have said those words to Trixie, if she didn’t have a chance, right?
“For a Unicorn who went this far for what she wanted, it's a little, weird, to hear you say something is 'impossible'."
Simple, lovely Twilight. Words like those will make Trixie fall for you all over again.
In another month or two, Trixie hoped to loop around, and begin her journey to Ponyville. With luck, and a lot of dedication, she’ll have learned enough about her new powers to start working on the giant hole she had dug for herself. It hurt to be this far from Twilight for so long, but it’d be worth it in the end. Trixie knew it. And, at least, she had ways to make the loneliness more bearable.
Humming to herself, Trixie looked up at her illusion, noticing it had followed her train of thought and looked like Twilight down to the smallest details. The little crinkle in her face when confused, the twitch of her eyebrow when angered, or when she couldn’t find a solution; little imperfections like these wound together in Trixie’s mind to make Twilight all the more real to Trixie, and all the more desirable.
Why, even the birth scar on her ….
Right … scars.
Quickly, the illusion shifted back to a mirror image of Trixie. Various other illusions popped up around her of different solutions to her problem. A hair extension tied just right to always hide her face from sight?
“No, too creepy.”
Sultry clothing, along with socks to keep focus on her other, wondrous assets?
“No, too trashy.”
Learning to accept the scars as just part of who she was, and ignore what others thought of them?
“No, too stupid.”
About a half dozen other plans were brought up and discarded until Trixie found one with some merit. Masks. Or more appropriately, a half mask.
Trixie could just enchant it to hold to her face, it’d be much easier than trying to maintain her illusion all day. And look much better than having some silly string keeping it in place.
A good dozen different masks appeared, hovering in the air around the room. Trixie placed them one by one on her illusionary self, comparing some, and discarding others. For amusements sake, she tried several face paints as well, also comparing how certain masks looked in certain outfits.
Silver might work best.
Nodding to herself, Trixie decided to look into having a silver half mask created the moment she got to a large enough town, and when she made more than a handful of bits to pay for it, for that matter.
Trixie smiled slightly, laying back in her bed and letting her wings fully unfurl as the illusion reverted back to Twilight. She brought a hoof up to her hair, and brought the feather braided into it to her nose, letting her smell the lingering scent of ink and lavender upon it. Like the rest of the feathers Trixie had ‘collected’, the smell was probably more in her head than not now, the feathers being gone so long from their original owner.
“A bit for your thoughts?”
Trixie snorted, an eye lazily looking over to Twilight. The illusion was looking at her with a nervous smile, hooves up on the bed, not quite touching Trixie’s.
“Just thinking about you, Twilight. It will still be some time until we meet up again, after all.”
Twilight nodded, getting up onto the bed, while Trixie’s magic made an indent in the blankets where Twilight’s feet touched. Trixie was, over time, becoming a natural at these little play times of hers, barely thinking about the small spells bringing her illusions to life. The words were what she wanted to hear, as what else was she in at the moment, but a fantasy of her own making?
“You don’t have to think about me, Trixie. I’m right here.” Nuzzling up to her, Twilight planted a small kiss on Trixie’s nose.
“Right.” Trixie said, nuzzling back. Twilight started trailing gentle kisses along Trixie’s muzzle, her head slipping down as she then began nibbling at Trixie’s neck. Despite the heat from in between her legs that was causing Trixie to squirm a little, she was having a hard time responding to Twilight’s ministrations. Her mind was split between arousal and more important matters.
Giving up for the moment, the illusion slowly rubbed a hoof along Trixie’s side, looking at her frowning face with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“What is Trixie supposed to do? She knew what to do when she was only trying to be your rival, Twilight. But, what happens when we meet now? Is Trixie supposed to come over and nuzzle you? Challenge you? Trixie-she … doesn’t want to lose this chance you’ve given her. To be more than your rival.”
“Tch, and you call me the egghead.” Twilight gave Trixie a less then gentle nip on her shoulder, causing her to yelp. “Why do you think I gave you that chance, Trixie? Was it because I thought you always think everything through? Not likely.”
Twilight moved lower, giving a hard nip at Trixie’s chest next. “Was it because I pity you, Trixie? Because I saw how desperate and pathetic you were that I didn’t have the heart to say no?”
Growling a little, Trixie looked down at the top of Twilight’s head. “Of course not! Trixie proved herself to be a match for you, Twilight. She kept up with you, and even kept herself ahead of you when she had to!”
Sinking lower, Twilight began gently running her tongue alone Trixie’s belly button, making a soft, squelching sound on each pass. It didn’t feel at all wet to Trixie, but more of a warm pressure running along her lower stomach. She ignored this discrepancy though, and wiggled under Twilight as she felt a slight buzzing begin in her nethers.
“That’s right, Trixie. I didn’t give you that chance because you analyze everything, I didn’t give it to you out of pity either. So I must have done it because I saw something in you, in us.”
Twilight’s hooves ran along the insides of Trixie’s thighs, causing her to nicker softly. An electric sensation shot through Trixie’s spine at each pass of Twilight’s hooves. Stifling what was to be the first of many moans, Trixie listened on, enraptured as she always was when Twilight spoke like this in her fantasy.
“You’re exciting, Trixie. You know what you want, who you want, and you don’t care what it takes, even when it came down to me. You’re clever; thinking in ways others don’t to challenge me, even when you shouldn’t have had a chance.”
Gently, the tip of Twilight’s tongue tapped against Trixie’s clit, producing a squeak from the Alicorn attached to it. The tongue rapped against Trixie’s clit several more times, almost as if it was asking entry.
“Now-“Twilight said, her voice deeper than normal, lust changing her tone. “Why don’t you stop worrying over this for a while, and let me show you how much I appreciate what you’ve gone through to be with me?”
“Mmmm …. “Trixie breathed out, as the rapping started against her clit again. “What a pleasing offer for one as great as myself …”
With a soft chuckle, Twilight gave Trixie’s marehood a long, slow lick. “Mmmm... I knew you were a reasonable pony, Trixie.”
Without another word, Trixie felt her folds gently forced open by Twilight’s tongue. The sensation was not nearly as warm as a real tongue, or as slick, but Trixie was too far gone to care. Slowly, Twilight’s head bobbed back and forth, drawing little squeals of pleasure from Trixie. Twilight was teasing her, forcing a slow buildup, slow enough to make Trixie grit her teeth in need. But, she liked it this way, being under another’s mercy was a bit of a trip for her, or, at least, under Twilight’s mercy.
Glancing down, she met Twilight’s eyes briefly. Trixie tried getting lost in them, but despite the pleasure she was in, or the juices now leaking from her heated marehood, a cold wind swept through her. Twilight’s eyes. So void, and vacant of the light Trixie was used to seeing in them when they met. Shaking her head, Trixie looked away, bringing a hoof down to rub at her own clit and forget what just happened.
“Mmmm … Trixie. Don’t forget about me now.” Glancing over, a second Twilight was laying beside her, wearing socks that matched Trixie’s coat. This Twilight bent down, and captured Trixie’s mouth with her own, tongue demanding entry almost immediately after their lips made contact. Trixie granted it immediately, breathing hard at the sensations starting to rip through her core. The tongue dominating her mouth, her own hoof, turned against her and rubbing her nub, and Twilight’s oh so dexterous tongue, working away at her slick little slit. It was enough to drive a lesser mare mad.
“Give in …” The Twilight between her thighs said with a purr. Letting her tongue slip out, Twilight’s horn glowed, lifting Trixie’s rear into the air several inches. Lining her horn up, Twilight prodded at Trixie’s slit again, rubbing it gently up and down. “You know you won’t last long to this. I’m looking forward to hearing my name on your lips again, Trixie.”
Trixie tried to respond to Twilight’s words, but the Twilight attached to her mouth refused to give her the chance, instead, grabbing Trixie’s hoof with her own, and urging her to rub harder. Trixie groaned deliriously, and bucked against her hoof. A burning sensation started between her eyes, but she ignored it, closing them in anticipation for what was to come next.
Inch by inch, Trixie felt Twilight’s horn enter her marehood. It was rigid, and unlike Twilight’s tongue, unyielding as Trixie’s inners squeezed against it. Trixie was almost light headed by the point Twilight’s horn fully entered her, the lower half of the bed now soaked in Trixie’s juices from the constant teasing and attention. The burning sensation became more prominent, as Trixie imagined a third Twilight, lightly lapping at the hole beneath her marehood. The sensation caused Trixie to squeak, then cry out in dismay as Twilight’s horn begin to work its way out of her slit, no matter how hard her thighs worked to clamp it in place. Just as her moans started becoming needy and desperate, the horn speared itself back into her, nearly driving Trixie over the edge. Rapidly, Twilight began fucking Trixie with her horn, causing wet, squelching noises to echo across the room, combining with the groans and gasps of the azure Alicorn.
The ecstasy stretched on for Trixie, the only detriment being the slowly increasing burning between her eyes. Sensing Trixie’s grand finish, the Twilight making out with her stopped, and began nuzzling urgently against her lover’s ear, whispering encouragements. After a far too short eternity, Trixie cried out Twilight’s name, hooves curling as she was sent over the edge. Trixie desperately rubbed against her hoof, riding her climax hard as the other sensations slowed, and all together disappeared, each with a small Pop!
After milking her orgasm for all it was worth, Trixie let out a deep, satisfied sigh, and opened her eyes. The burning sensation from her horn had stopped, but the light throbbing let her know she had overdone it for the day. She knew she was going to feel sore tomorrow, but it was why she did not indulge in this particular fantasy often.
Next to Trixie was a pillow, soaked in her own saliva. Lower down, near her rear, laid a soaked fake phallus and a large feather. The fake tongue from earlier must have rolled onto the floor once Trixie switched over to using the phallus.
Trixie basked in the afterglow for a few moments, moments that slowly brought about a hollow feeling inside of her. One that made her think of the vacant eyes of Twilight’s from earlier.
Leaning over, Trixie risked a bit more pain, and made an illusion of Twilight appear, in the exact same spot that a non-soaked pillow suddenly disappeared. Trixie reached out and grasped Twilight with both of her hooves, feeling her soft body rubbing against her own.
Still, so much was missing for Trixie. Twilight’s body was cold, only warming up slightly due to Trixie’s body heat. The lack of scent was quickly fixed by Trixie bringing some of Twilight’s old feathers up and burying her snout in them. The worst offender though, the one she could never fix, despite countless attempts, was the eyes. Still cold and vacant, no matter how many times Trixie tried to emulate them. Why was anypony else’s so easy to recreate, but Twilight’s seemed impossible for her? It just wasn’t fair.
Tomorrow, Trixie decided. Tomorrow she will try again.
The pain between her eyes became unbearable, and Trixie released the spell, keeping her eyes closed so she could continue to pretend. Her body felt slightly sore and heavy as her breathing normalized. Sleep began to creep along the edges of the hollow feeling in her chest, washing Trixie into a comfortable numbness.
“Good night, Twilight.”
This time, Trixie was just too tired to reply to herself.
Author's Note
Figured I'd give writing something with clop a try, because every writer probably should at least once. This might be my once as well, that was the most awkward and difficult part for me to make and be happy with how it turned out. I've read many clops, but I don't think I'd ever be good at making a long clop scene. Getting used to writing them and what happens in them seemed like a good idea, at least, if I am striving to make more romance stories.
Some people can show entire stories during a clop scene, and do it well, no less. For now, I am not one of those people, nor do I think I will end up with that particular skill. But I do hope this first attempt was decent to all of you. Thanks for reading!
