A Spell Cast, A Unicorn Caught: 1View OnlineTwilight of TrixieA Spell Cast, A Unicorn Caught: 1Author's Note Princess Twilight Sparkle 's POV A Spell Cast, A Unicorn Caught: 1 I had been doing one of these late night readings, and enjoyed many a book. Spell books are apparently more fun than I had been expecting, some of them are even illustrated with colourful engravings of arcane diagrams. Being the element of Magic, does give me an edge on the subject. Yet, some of these spells are not for the faint at heart, or the beginners; considering what they entail and the mental strain they are putting on the practitioner attempting to apply the spell in question. Besides, you need to be highly focused, considering how easy some of these spells could lead you astray. I do have a fairly fresh memory how Rarity had polluted the entire village of Ponyville, after she applied the Imagination Manifestation spell. I had fallen under the same charm by the Want it, Need it Spell before that. Now, I had a clear image of an old acquaintance of mine by the name of Trixie, who used to fashion herself as the Great and Powerful, when I last saw her. With her face and gestalt clearly before my mind’s eye, I cast the spell I had in mind. I noticed how the magic slowly started to accumulate and the tip of my horn lit up. The ball of light slowly grew and intensified, to the point where the magic cascaded down the sides of the horn; when the light hit my forehead, the spell had gathered all the required power and blew out and vanished out into the ether. The next instant, it caught the target of my imagination by surprise; as it captured her, while inciting her with the desire I had put before her. Of course, once the light had gone out, it is too late for me to change my mind and withdraw the spell. Maybe I could counter the effects, once I am facing the Pony it had targeted in the first place; but that is only if and when I do come face to face with her in the first place. Being tired, I trotted up to my room and went to bed with no further thought of what had transpired during the day. A clear mind is one of the tricks to a good night’s restful sleep, after all. I had carefully folded the quilt as I sat down on my bed and slipped my hooves in under it, before I unfolded it and sank my head onto the pillow. A mere moment after my head hit the pillow, I am sound asleep; resting carefree and oblivious of the world at large. for all I care, there isn’t even a world I could care about at this time. A bright, turquoise light slowly and suddenly enveloped the horn of the Unicorn known as Trixie; as the spell cast upon her, by her former rival by the name of Twilight Sparkle. Trixie had noticed the light glowing on and around her horn, even if she barely saw a faint glow as an aftereffect of the spell; soon to incite new ideas and desires into her head. Maybe it was fortunate on her, that the spell hit her at this late hour; sparing her the conscious recognition of how it was affecting her during the following hours, while she slept carefree; in the blissful realm of Luna’s dreams, only to wake up as what was to be seen as a new Pony. The light of the magic residue of the spell soon ebbed out; never to leave any trace of what had transpired, or betray the act; so bluntly forced upon the mare. The rays of Celestia’s sun is already playing over the room; shining through the window of my bed room, as I woke up late the following morning. Naturally, Spike had already prepared my breakfast; but had not stayed around in the kitchen, waiting for me. He had known better than hanging around, doodling idly for as long as it would take me to wake up after the late night’s reading. Clever little Dragon. By the time I had finally woken up; he had spent at least an hour, sorting books I was done with and was now dusting off the shelves in the room in which I had been reading. I had heard him happily whistling, as I trotted into the kitchen. I guess he is working better, when we are not getting under one-another’s hooves. As I leave my kitchen, I realize it is almost time for his lunch. Since I had just finished my breakfast, I trot out of the kitchen and head for the library. I may have been having one of my many late night readings, but the library is the first place to go after breakfast. Wrong or right, but this is where I headed of to. Not so much to snoop on his progress, or to get under his feet; just to have an early whiff of the scent of books. I guess that gives me a special feeling of home, and I do need that more than ever in this large castle. A moment after I had finally entered the library, I hear the steps of a baby dragon walking out of the very same library on his way back to the kitchen. I leave him to his, while I attend to what was before me; books, books and more books. Maybe I had already read these particular books, but the sigh and scent of them still gives me the feeling of being at home; maybe this is something I had gotten used to and learned, first by my stay at the castle as Princess Celestia’s protege, and then from my stay at the Golden oak library in central Ponyville. The destruction of the library had not just been my home; it had been the core of my very being, which made it a very traumatic experience. When Tirek had the audacity to hit that close to home; I had struck out with a vengeance and put all the power and magic at my disposal, in order to pay him back. Of course, I could never hit him hard enough; but neither could he put enough force behind his blows to make any actual harm to my boy either. The fight had ended in a stalemate, just as it could have been predicted. Only by returning to the power of my friends could I apply the power of Harmony against him. It had been the only way to touch him, by sending him back to the Tartarus from which he came and rightfully belonged.
A Trixie path to Ponyville: 2View OnlineTwilight of TrixieA Trixie path to Ponyville: 2Author's Note Trixie Lulamoon's POV A Trixie path to Ponyville: 2 With my original camper destroyed, I had no choice but to sleep where I could; I had been most fortunate, when I had found this cheep motel, where I at least have a clean bed and a breakfast. Sadly, I fear my few hard-earned bits are about to run out, which means that I am forced to move on before my luck in the village is running out. Maybe I could return; in the hopes they will have a spare room for me, when I have gathered enough bits for a few days stay; but I have to earn the bits first. It has been a lonely life, moving from one town to the next; never knowing when and where my next meal and cot would be available. Life is not an amusement park to me, not when I have to pull long hours of back breaking labour in order to earn my keeps. I had gathered my few belongings and signed out of the small room, intent on coming back. Yet, there had been that strange notion of going to Ponyville. Maybe there is a job to be performed, preferably one not quite as bad as on the Rock farm, or the delivery Pony I had in fresh memory. Trotting down the road is easy, but it does leave me with a pang of regret; this time is no exception on this field, but rather one of the worst I could remember; leaving the room I had enjoyed so thoroughly. At least, this time I had left on good terms; for a change. As it turned out, the road is even, and it wasn’t quite as far to Ponyville as one may have feared. Once I finally did get close to the village I had in mind, I notice a brand new landmark I never had seen or heard of before. The Castle is built out of shiny new and purple crystals, from all I could see before I got close enough to poke it with a hoof. Maybe I shouldn’t trust my luck enough to actually poke the building, but I could as well have a closer look. Right? The closer I got to the castle, the deeper the instinct told me I had to go there and knock on the door. If it was in search for a job, or in order to find a room, or a required permission to work in this village; yet I had to go there and knock on the door. Step by step, I am trotting towards the castle; only to be more certain of where I was going, just as I was growing worried in the process. There is a strange counterpoint building up within me. As if I had two entirely different Ponies urging me in opposite directions. This is Ponyville, and I have been here before. Knocking the door is easy, as if I had not been knocking on doors before? There is a voice and hoof steps behind the door. “Enter!” the voice stated; in clearly Royal tones, to go with the building. Only before I had a chance to react, the door simply pull back and permits me entrance. There is none behind the door; but since I had been asked, and urged to enter, I trot into the castle before me. Once I had gotten inside, the door closed behind me quietly. I trotted along a long hall; as if guided by an invisible companion, towards where I was going. In a small room; I can clearly see a light purple mare, an Alicorn and Princess. Yet, her head is currently bare and devoid of the traditional crown. The mark on her flank is obvious, unmistakably identifying her as Twilight Sparkle. There is no denying it. “Welcome Trixie, I have been awaiting you!” she merely explained, matter of fact as if there was nothing more to it. “Hiya, Twilight. Long time, no see!” I responded, returning her greetings. “Yes, my dear Trixie; I fear that is only too true. It has been far too long; but I am about to have that little issue corrected and out of the world, once and for all!” she enlightened me. The friendly tone to her voice scared me more than I had expected, and not just because she is a Princess with all the power that came with it. I could clearly see that she had recognized me on sight. Now, there is something else that scared me even more than her kind words and benevolent voice; the sensation coming from my horn. I can feel something, but she had managed to bind or manipulate the access to magic itself. It isn’t exactly the spell applied at the arena at the Chrystal Empire, when they were hosting the Equestria Games; then they were simply preventing any spells to be cast, this is more subtle. Maybe I should make the sensation more clear, by suggesting that it feels as if there is a thin coating of local latex covering the horn. I can see some light penetrating the coating, while other parts of the light isn’t coming through. “Let’s have a cup of tea, I am sure you have had a hard journey; from where ever you were currently staying!” she prompted, in an overly friendly manner. “I guess I could accept that cup of tea, Twilight. I was expecting and hoping to return; as soon as I had managed to acquire enough bits for a prolonged stay, where I was at; but I have the impression that you are going to make that impossible now!” I responded, giggling at my response. “If it requires for you to work, in order to earn your keeps; I guess my accommodations could be a worthy opponent, being a Royal castle, even if it merely is in Ponyville!” she prompted friendly. “You certainly have moved up in Equestria, my dear Twilight; being the Princess of Friendship, and with a very own castle of your own. Unless you are intending to keep me as your Royal fool, I guess you do have a very strong position here!” I pointed out. “If you had been offering yourself for the position, but I think Pinkie pie can hold that title all by herself. There is no chance you can outshine her on the comedy act, even if you may be the better Show-Mare, Trixie. If you would like me to, I could offer you a scene and a stage from which to play; when you are not keeping me company or entertaining me in person, that is!” she prompted. “Some things are hard to hide, when the story is traveling faster than a mare could fly. I have heard the rumour of the incident you caused, as you flipped your marks which caused Pinkie Pie to try to work the Apple farm. A village in uproar is far too hard to hide, you know. A scene and stage of my own? I guess that could be a very tempting offer to entice a mare like me with!” I responded gleefully, trying my best to hide my feelings behind a nervous giggle.
Proposing a Scene: 3View OnlineTwilight of TrixieProposing a Scene: 3Just as I had finished my tea, I noticed that she had trotted up to my side, but so quietly; I had failed to hear it. Now she is looking at me intently, before she bluntly started to look right into my eyes. She clearly enjoyed maintaining eye contact, but finally broke it. What came as a shock; is when she kissed me, right on the tip of the horn. I had not exactly expected to feel it, you don’t really feel anything touching your horn, normally; yet now I do distinctly feel her lips quite accurately. Of course there is the special instance when you do feel contact with the horn; but that is only when you actively focus on channeling magic through it, and even then it is little more than a tactile sense; like when you kick a rock with the tip of your hoof. Only this time, it feels as if she had been kissing me; not merely brushing the surface in a manner I imagine it should have felt like. Besides, I feel it exactly when and where she is kissing me; but it felt too good, and too exciting to feel quite real to me. [hr “If you would be so kind, and focus your magic into your horn for a moment; Trixie!” Twilight Sparkle exclaimed. “Sure, why not?” I responded, noncommittally. “Thank you, Trixie; this will be so much fun!” she added, with a slight hint of a giggle to her voice. As I followed her instruction, my horn soon started to glow faintly as a light blue ball of magic light started to build up at the tip of my horn. The light grew in intensity and volume as the magic accumulated. Soon I had managed to build up the ball, to the size where it is touching my forehead; which soon made me feel the heat of its intensity, but I couldn’t stop or pull it back now. “Just a little more? Please, Trixie!” she then whimpered. “Oh, all right, Twilight!” I responded, as I continued to channel more of my magic into my horn. I had just failed to realize, that I am incapable to stop at the moment; while the remainder of my magic is flowing into the horn, saturating it to the limit. A thin membrane had been forming, whereupon which a gel was sprouting; as it started to dampen and dim the glow, of my horn. “That is better. Now I am going to give you a small treat!” she pronounced; as she kissed my horn and slowly slipped her lips down the full length and started to bob her head up and down, teasing me no end. “Oh! Oooh, oooh!” I moan, as the sensation hit home. “There, now I have you exactly where I want you!” she managed to vocalize, still with my horn deep in her mouth. “Ooooh! Ooooh! Don’t stop, please!” I moaned. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that now!” she responded. I merely moaned in response as I feel myself growing hotter and hotter as she is keeping up her tease. Naturally, the feelings and sensations are effectively distracting me from what she was actually up to; leaving me entirely oblivious, as to what was going on. The sensation, of the heat of my magic changes; while she was giving me, what could only be seen as a blow-job. Even if she is taking my horn in her mouth, in place of the penis of a stallion. Of course, I am a unicorn, not a stallion. Maybe the image is amusing me, even if I am not quite ready to accept this right now. Little by little, she was building up the sensation; of what should have been an erection, had it mean my penis in her mouth. Even with her mouth filled up with my horn, I could hear and feel, the moans of pleasure, on her part. Could I deny her, this little pleasure; for what she had already given me, in her efforts? If I had been egocentric, I had never been that mean a pony. Had I? What I had failed to grasp, is that I will have no climax, before she choose to impart me with the release. She was not ready, to grant me that wish. Of course, I was not ready to wish or ask for the release, either. Maybe this just felt, too good to give up just yet. I had felt her lips shiver, then contract, hard and suddenly. The shiver ebbed out, and a new contraction replaced the first. Then there is another, and another. Once, twice and thrice. I felt her excitement, as certainly as I saw the daylight of Celestia’s sun on the sky. There is no denying, what it was I felt. Not that I had really wanted to. In a sense, this is, exactly what I had been wishing for all along. I had just never realized it, back then. I had desired the approval and the affection of another. Now I had it all, in the form of this one purple mare. I had felt her lips sliding up and down the entire length of my horn; for the entire time. I certainly had enjoyed the sensations and what they had been representing; more than I had realized, or even dared to accept even to myself. In one last and final contraction, she had pulled back. Yet, I still felt that heat, she had been building up within me. I could no more deny or reject it; than I could will my heart to stop or my breathing to cease. Now, could I? “Did she? Did she just climax?” I ponder, as the sensation hit me. While Twilight may have climaxed, but I certainly had not. She may, or may not have; but I could not know. I could not ask, and thus certainly was out the window. Maybe, just maybe; I did not care, why? The radiance of her love, permeating and saturating me, in a field of everlasting warmth. She is giving me, what I could never have given me. How she had placed me before herself. At least, it is how I imagine the situation. How I picture what she had done. Had I known her true purpose, and her true intention; had I still been as pleased and elated? Could I ever grasp, the depths of one who studied under the Princess of the sun herself? I, a mere illusionist, who had studied under none and merely enjoyed the r5are grace of the acceptance of a few rock-farmers? One who was used to suffer under the scorn of ponies? Her love tasted, like the nectar of the sun itself. The image and absurd beyond reason, but it is still painting the picture I was feeling. Maybe, this had been the first sign of just how far out of touch I had been. How far I had strayed? What I felt, is the warmth of acceptance, even if it was an illusion or a sensation imposed upon me by Twilight. I enjoyed, what she gave me. I was given something, other than scorn. I was trapped in the moment of perfect bliss. An instant she had imparted me with. Even if it had been for her purposes? The sensation had refused to go away. The membrane on my horn, still very much intact. The substance, saturating my horn; still keeping and trapping all my magic, in a perfect and inescapable grip. Keeping my magic, for its own purposes, while inducing the sensation of bliss within me. “Trixie! Dear!” she had cooed. “Yes, dear!” I had responded. I had been summoned, from the realm of the bliss in which she had trapped me. My body is still there, even when my spirit had been summoned by her. “The sound of your voice, is enough, to summon me anywhere, for any reason!” I had realized, just then and there. Of course, she had just made the point, proving it. She had just proven herself, to me; beyond doubt, and reason.
