A Hint of Sparkle in the Eyes of Lulamoon

Just the simple life of normalcy was all Twilight wanted for herself: Nopony trying to take over Equestria, defending palaces against crazed dark leaders, nor watching two mares she knew get themselves off in public while others watched. She also didn’t want to know about the secrets held by some of her friends and their family members that were rather taboo in decent society. All these bits of info just teased her more and more with the knowledge of one thing: she craved sex just as much as the next mare, which in this case would be Trixie and Pinkie Pie.

Being the gifted student of the Princess took its toll in other ways for Twilight, staying rather uptight and sometimes unbearable when that special time of heat came. Unable to really take care of her extra needs, though Spike tries to be her #1 assistant as best as he could, Twilight had that same hunger growing in her, shared by more mares she believed hadn’t in Ponyville. Trixie’s sudden outburst and appearance couldn’t be just another coincidence, something had to be up with Trixie to make her want to come back to Ponyville again and start face-bucking Pinkie Pie in public with no regards to any common decency. It irritated her mind dwelling on all these thoughts as Trixie fully recovered from the fatigue of expending herself.

“So, I assume you want an explanation as to why I face-fucked your friend here, huh Twilight?” She said that so bluntly, you could blaze that phrase for a good 20 minutes. Twilight cringed at that sentence, eyes shrunken and twitching at the mere thought of such actions and possible sky-highness.

“I….I really don’t want to hear your explanation as to why you……. *gulps* ….copulated with Pinkie’s face, but why’d you come back to Ponyville and did that in front of everypony?!”

Trixie smirks and gives everypony around her a pleasant view of her body, reared up on her hind legs. “Well, Trixie couldn’t just arrive in Ponyville without giving the other ponies a show to remember my arrival…”

One of the stallions twitched and slowly backed away from the rest, eyeing the mare at her open stance.

“If Trixie just shows up for business, then what fun would that be if nopony else had some entertainment in the meanwhile?” showboating herself to the crowd. A few whistles, woots, and quiet moans heard from the on-looking ponies. Pinkie yells and “Woo-hoo!”’s from Twilight’s side, jumping and prancing in place.

"Now that would be awfully rude of Trixie, now wouldn't it, Twilight?"

Twilight caught a slight glimpse of Trixie's glistening pussy, slightly tinged red and wet. Twilight stood there, frozen in place, relishing in the moment she could to observe what she always saw on herself. To see another mare like that, all lustrous and wet in the light, marehood tantalizing in the open air, beckoning onto Twilight to make its acquaintance.

"Oh Trixie, if only you knew what I had to deal with..." she thought to herself before she noticed that Trixie gave her a wink. Twilight was caught off guard, jumping back slightly in surprise. Did Trixie just.....wink at me?!

Seeing Trixie so open teased Twilight, taunting her with her lustrous body. Her glistening coat and dripping wet pussy distracted Twilight. Of all the things she had on her mind, Twilight fought every urge in her body to shove every inch of her horn into Trixie’s vagina. Every warm and wet fold tenderly sliding down my hard, sensitive horn……. Oh, why did she have to be such a tease? Twilight shook off the lusty thoughts and gave Trixie another stern look. "Okay Trixie, I don't know what game you're playing at this time, but for Celestia's sake, keep you........mmmm.....to yourself, okay?"

Trixie gave Twilight a sly side-glance, walking on all fours and slowly sashaying her plot around the large ring of the horny, wet, and panting crowd. Before making her exit, Trixie gave one of the on-looking mares a blown kiss and a wave goodbye. The cream-coated mare blushed and waved back, turning aside to shyly hide a snicker.

“Ohh sure, Twilight Sparkle. Trixie will keep all of Trixie to her lovely and exotic self…… at least until somepony decides they're worthy enough to join her little ‘performances’, if you ponies catch my drift...”

The crows greeted her with loud cheering and hollering, nearly similar to how ponies holler for teases at the Manehattan Gentlecolt’s Club late at night, every week from 10 p.m. until Celestia breaks dawn. As she left the crowd, Trixie brushed up against a younger-looking stallion at the back of the crowd sporting a full, poorly concealed cock in between his legs, letting her dual-toned tail flick his tip lightly. Trixie kept walking away from the group, but she smirked smugly to herself when a collective “Ooooooo!!” of fascination suddenly swelled behind her, followed by the sounds of 1000rpm fapping.

Twilight couldn’t see the stallion jerking one out from behind the mass of ponies, but she knew all too well what was happening just by distinction. She heard quite enough of it back at the Library when Spike thought she was either deep asleep or not home for the day. But not here, she wasn't going hear another stallion pleasuring himself out here. As the crowd started dispersing, few staying to watch a compassionate mare deciding to lend a helping hoof (or mouth), Twilight angrily huffed, sticking her nose into the air and turned away from the sounds of new found passion and social ambiguity and, with a flash, went back home. Teleporting to the Library’s main lobby, Twilight let off a frustrated sighed, glad to be met with nothing but sanity.

Nothing but books, peace and quiet….

…and the faint sounds of vigorous fapping.

“SPIIIIIKKKKE!!!!”