A Hint of Sparkle in the Eyes of Lulamoon

Trixie never really liked the fact that she was always being upstaged by every other pony that happened to be a unicorn. Of course, with SOME discretion, she tried to keep herself from being shown up, but that always flopped. Her old boastful show attitude always showed up and like a reoccurring nightmare, there was another unicorn on standby, just waiting to shut the periwinkle show unicorn down. But each time this happened, Trixie had an inkling of a pleasurable sensation from this constant ridicule. No, it wasn’t the jeers and boos of the crowds, nor was it the being outclassed by another unicorn of greater skills and talents. Actually, it was EXACTLY that, being dominated and rendered helpless against another that wants to deem themselves better than the Great and Powerful. She found it odd but increasingly satisfying as each little “incident” occurred. This masochist hunger, the need to satisfy this…raw emotions, emotions Trixie hasn't felt in, well, the Rise of Celestia. She has never gotten herself to the point of experiencing true pleasure no mere stallion has ever graced her with the honor of obtaining. She also found it odd that she herself couldn’t pleasure the Great and Powerful Trixie.

“I, the Great and Powerful Trixie, simply cannot indulge herself in the magical pleasures of her own sexual prowess?”

Deprived, unsatisfied, and alone: these words described the once well-known showmare Trixie Lulamoon, still in infamy. And this all pointed to the one special precious little student, the one who had caused this little curse to fall upon her, the curse of sexual deprivation and endless torture…

“Though I like the sound of THAT idea….at the hooves of the right pony for job, of course” Trixie wistfully mumbled with lust, eyeing every bit of plot, flank, and body she could lay eyes on in Ponyville. Walking the streets with so much potential, so many unsatisfied mares and stallions Trixie could see in this little hoe-dunk of a village. Trixie knows that none of these little roaming horses can’t satisfy the hunger she has for one particular mare she has in mind to quell this sexual beast writhing in her nethers, squirming at the lack of attention not being given by its master. “Now now, Trixie….nnnnngg…just a bit further…..you’ll get your heart’s desire soon enough”

And as if this wasn’t figured out already by the ever-plot-thirsty mare, there stood her victim, soon to be Master: Twilight Sparkle, right outside the library. Oh, there’s my little dominator, the Smarty-Hooves, Goody-two hooves…”Wow, I really need to let this go…” And speaking of letting go, Trixie turned a greater shade of the Tartarus fires, horn bursting with raw magic, moaning deeply at the sudden wave of unexpected attention from behind, as though somepony had dared to mount Trixie when she didn’t expect it! The sudden burst of pleasure surmounted a sizeable climax from the mare, sending short spurts of pre-cum as the foreign object was yanked from the moisten tenderness from below, firing Trixie into a Grand Finale, sending laborious spurts of orgasm out into the open air. Such a violent removal fatigued her instantly, dropping her to the ground. Trixie rolled over onto her back by the Tree Library, presenting her still pulsating body to whatever had flipped her switch….

“Wow, I never knew how handy cucumbers can be, especially when they can ‘come-and-go’ as they please!! They just disappear!! Like magic!!” said the only pony alive in Equestria that could attempt a pun as such besides the writer himself…

“So Trixie came back and came all over the place too!!” giggled the pink party planning pony, pushing the perplexing amounts of polished alliterations allowed for one possible sentence.

“How exciting! Except-the-fact-that-you-tried-to-banish-Twilight-from-Ponyville-and-enslaved-all-of-Ponyville-to-do-your-evil-nasty-deviously-attractively-lustously-amazing…..” Pinkie ranted before finally burying her muzzle into Trixie’s marehood, replacing the large fruit (yes, it’s a fruit) with her swirling, wet tongue.

The one time Trixie enjoyed Pinkie’s quick-paced banter was for this and this alone: Pinkie’s tongue was the fastest in all Equestria, fast enough to rival the Most Athletic and Fastest flyer in Equestria, as well as the most flexible tongue too. Every wet swirl of Pinkie’s tongue shot a spark of magic from Trixie’s illuminated horn, about every few seconds. The lapping tongue wormed its way through Trixie's folds, making its way to the hotspot, just outta reach for many standard tongues. “Mmmmm……yes…..Ohhh yesss……….Bake my Cupcakes, you wondrous pink horse!!!” Trixie shrieked, sparing no room for decency or restraint.

Grabbing Pinkie by the back of her head, Trixie tried bucking to every swirl from the Celestial Gift of Glory, ramming herself into Pinkie’s face, bucking with as much force as her body could muster with much success, surprisingly. Each buck slid the tongue further and further into her, rubbing Trixie’s inner walls. Overcome by the ecstatic pleasure of nearly orgasmic proportions, Trixie got off her back and pushed Pinkie to the ground, causing the lolling Gift to pull out of her vagina with a pleasing *slurp*. Trixie shuddered at this and craved more, more of this feral instinct to be satisfied.

Now in command, Trixie pulled some her moxie back to get the show going, right there outside of the Tree Library. She was going to get her wish, no matter how it would happen, even if it meant face-bucking the living shit outta the pink one.

“Mmmmm, you did well my faithful and sweet servant, but now the Heated and Illustrious wants to get what she wants, and she’s going to make sure that I get EXACTLY what I WANT” Trixie moaned lustfully.

She sat on Pinkie's chest, Pinkie's forelegs spreading Trixie's hindlegs. Seeing Pinkie's bright face in-between her legs, Trixie moaned and stroked her face. She then delicately traced a hoof down her entire body length, rubbing Pinkie’s tongue in circles around the little pink swollen knob between her legs.

“F-f-f-fuck me GOOD …...ohhh……Yessss…” The tangy sparkling sensations building up within herself was absolutely remarkable. Trixie was heaving more and more air in every scream of pure pleasure, now on all fours, bucking harder and harder, nearly breaching unto a full body convulsion of orgasm until…….

*THWACK*

“What in the wide world of Equestria do you think you’re doing, Lulamoon?!”

The love for that purple unicorn just grew tenfold for bucking her off Pinkie and denying her absolute pleasure. Looks like I’m going to get my wish at last…

For a mare that values hard book studying over physical activity besides running, Twilight had a surprisingly strong kick. But, Trixie was so unfocused and exhausted from *ahem* face-bucking Pinkie Pie, who was now tending to herself with that same cucumber magic trick with passionate aggression. “Even when sexually oriented, Trixie always leaves with a rather impressive impression.” Trixie moaned, picking herself up from being ejected from the Pink Carousal.

"Well, Trixie?" Twilight demanded, scouring her eyes down upon Trixie.

"I suppose coming back to say 'Hello' is out of the question?" said Trixie.

"I'm not playing with you, Lulamoon. Why were you face-bucking my friend in front of all these other ponies!?"

Little did she pay attention to the fact that most of the "innocent" bystanders were circled around the three, some dripping wet with anxious interest at the once despised mare. The show they just got from just standing around was, and by far, the Best Show Ever Performed by Trixie, and it was for free, too. Pairs of wide anticipating eyes reflected the common thought between each of the ponies: ‘Which one of these mares is gonna fuck next?’, but of course, Twilight thought otherwise.

"Trixie, I was just helping out Applejack with some side project she had setting up at Sweet Apple Acres with Big Mac and Braeburn..."

A faint twinge of red flushed below Twilight's cheeks at the end of that phrase, as she knew what exactly why Applejack needed certain "items" and "permissions" for later on today, but she maintained the same expression of disgust towards Trixie. Keeping a straight face, completely opposite from what lies within each other behind closed barn doors, Twilight glared at Trixie for defiling the public eye with her pleasure escapades. Over half of the on-looking mares and stallions were watching Pinkie finish herself off. Along with a sizable fit of giggles, she sprawled herself out on the ground, legs thoroughly soaked wet and body collapsed.

“…when I heard you screaming” Twilight urged, blushing even more seeing one of her closest and dear friends just give herself such a good time in front of her. What made it worse for Twi was that Pinkie had squirted while staring right at her the entire time, panting and eyes seemingly begging Twilight for extra fun and excitement. She stood there, thinking to herself all the possible ways to get out of this circle, away from the two sex-driven mares exposed on the ground before her, and try to get the situation under control before Celestia finds out about this ordeal.

But then again, since when was Twilight not in the heat of the moment?