Oleander writes disappointing Twixie Clop

After devouring the apple, the juices streaming down Oleander's muzzle.
"MMM delicious, back to work"

Oleander got her quill pen and journal ready. Hmm let's see.

"Twilight orgasmed several times from the bondage and the orgasm denial and of course the paddling of her flank."
Trixie moved Twilight so that her muzzle was under Trixie's marehood.
"Now Slutlight Sparkle, lick your great and powerful princess Trixie's marehood."
Trixie moaned as her sex slave pushed her tongue into that moist marehood.
Ohh, right there. Trixie rewarded Twilight by turning on the vibrator that was deep inside of Twilight's pussy.

Trixie started grinding her superior pussy against Twilight's tongue. The tongue came out and started licking Trixie's clitoris.
Oh my. That's great. Trixie had a good sized orgasm.
"Pulling out some cigs she started to light one up. Want it Twilight?"
"No thanks mistress."
Trixie shrugged her hooves. "More for me then."
After the cig, she made sure it was completely out. This was a tree after all. After taking a shower, Trixie went to the kitchen and poured herself a drink of Apple Cider. After Trixie was satisfied she got out and started putting Twilight's magic books into a sack. Then she placed the sack into the hat and walked out the door. She knew that Twilight would return the favor sometime, since she just loves them books. Trotting to her wagon, started to take it towards Fillydelphia.

Later Spike found Twilight and got her ropes and horn-ring off. It was slightly embarassing until Twilight erased Spike's mind regarding the event. The later that afternoon she had fun with her friends, and then went to bed. Wishing that Trixie would come back and tease her slut.

The End.

Oleander got up and then set the journal on fire.
Fred asked" Why did you do that mistress?"
Oleander replied while putting on her sunglasses.

"Because that story was sexy hot,
...
and it had a fahrenheit of 451."