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Giving Thanks

Trixie hummed to herself as she loosely slipped the robe awaiting for her backstage. The cheers of excited stallions still rang in her ears, and she had to admit, she was tempted to go back out there and give an encore. However, right now, she had another audience who deserved her attention far more.

Her hooves glided across the floorboards as she moved with a bounce she hadn’t had in a long while. They had enjoyed her show, and not just enjoyed it, but loved. Trixie’s tongue ran over her lips as she thought of the younger stallions that had crowded the front. Not the ones who wanted to fuck her, but the ones who stared at her body like it was something from off of this planet. Looks that made her think of her youth, and had helped her decide to be a performer in the first place.

She didn’t bother waiting to knock when she got to the back rooms, and opened the door on a sight she had not expected. Her ‘manager’ Rarity, who she had been getting closer and closer to over the past week as they prepped for the night, had a bottle of scotch beside her, and it was half empty. Her hair was a mess, and the dress she had put on, a lovely, little red number, had one strap hanging off of her arm. Trixie took in a sharp breath as she realized she was able to see the top of Rarity’s breasts, and as she felt her cheeks turn red, wondered why she was embarrassed when she had literally just shown all of herself to a bunch of faceless stallions.

Rarity responded to the small cough from Trixie, and the showmare almost jumped when she saw the black streaks of mascara running down her face. Trixie almost said something, before Rarity whimpered out, “Do you hate me?”

Trixie blinked a few times, before screaming, “What?” which only caused the white mare to hang her head even lower.

“I made you strip. For some stupid reason I thought it was okay to make you strip. Maybe even believed only a few stallions would show up so it would be more bearable and still help. But no, so many came. We could pay for your wagon twice over, but for what price?” She put her face into her hands, and her body began to shake as she just kept saying sorry.

Trixie decided to respond just as insanely, as she had found in the past that that was the best way to deal with situations like this, and lifted Rarity’s head up with her magic, before slapping Rarity. The sound echoed across the room as Rarity fell out of her chair, and looked up at the showmare. “W-why did you-”

“So you would sober up and stop being an idiot! Trixie had a week to say she wasn’t okay with stripping down, and you even made sure she was okay before the show. Trixie said yes though because you were right; it would help me the best, and Trixie has no shame about her body, except when it comes to…” Trixie’s face turned bright red as she slammed her hands between her thighs, before she let Rarity see anymore of her drenched pussy.

Rarity though, had woken up from the smack, and even though she was still rubbing at the deserved wound, her brain was working. “I make you nervous? Why?”

“Trixie never said you.” Trixie let that hang in the air for a moment, before feeling like a moron for even trying. “Trix… I don’t know. Maybe it’s because unlike me or Twilight, you… you don’t need to be a unicorn. You could be as amazing as you are without magic, while Trixie…”

Rarity pushed herself up, shaking her aching head as she said, “Are an amazing mare who not only has grace and skill, but the confidence to do more than I ever could.” At this point, Rarity was also blushing, and reached over to take one of Trixie’s hands. “Is it bad that I didn’t have to be drunk to have wanted to see you naked that night? That you stripping for me was the first thought I had when I wanted to let you keep performing?”

Trixie grinned and led the hand to underneath her robe, letting her breath catch as she felt the mare’s smooth fingers caress her thighs. Trixie almost couldn’t believe herself for letting this excite her, but even that thought, the forbidden nature of being so vulnerable to a stupid, pretty mare, just got her more riled up. “You should go to bed, Rarity. You’re so drunk you’re pretending to have feelings for Trixie, and deeper than one should.”

Rarity slumped forward, almost knocking Trixie over as she snuggled into the large, firm, blue breasts she found herself in. A smile crossed the white mare’s face as she raised her other hand up, and gently ran it along the side of Trixie’s breast, causing the other mare to moan as her robe slipped away slightly. “No. I’ve always wanted to say that to you. I just was never drunk enough to go through with my feelings.”

Trixie swallowed hard as she raised her own hands, and slowly began taking off the straps to Rarity’s dress, until it simply fell from Rarity’s body. Her eyes bathed themselves in the sight of Trixie’s smooth back. It’s simple curve drew her lower and lower, until she saw a pair of black panties that hugged her rump in just the right way. She took in a deep breath to stop herself from simply yanking Rarity’s bra off, and instead breathed, “You know, Trixie was going to come back here to thank you, and maybe put on another show for you. If you’d li-Aaaah.”

Rarity had stopped the other mare by moving over, and forcing the robe to be completely open. That wasn’t all of course, as Trixie was a bit better than that. No, Rarity’s real trick had been nosing her nipple, before giving it a long, slow lick. A small hum escaped her lips as she looked into Trixie’s face. “Maybe another night, when I don’t want to just say I love you over and over again.”

Trixie’s face felt completely flushed as she put a hand over her eyes in an attempt to hide the tears that were forming. “Y-you’re drunk.”

“But I’m being sincere.”

“Are you sure?”

Rarity looked up, and from beneath the long, slim fingers, she could see the pain and fear in her lover’s eyes. The pain and fear from experiences that had made Trixie stop caring about letting others see her body, but also made it so much harder for her to let herself fall to something like this. Rarity lifted herself up by pulling on Trixie’s shoulders, and looked her in the eyes. Those deep, purple pools made her heart twinge in sympathy. “I love you, Trixie, or at least, you mean a lot to me, and I swear I will never mean to hurt you if I do.”

Trixie was silent as all she could do was breathe. She had tried lovers before, but none of them had wanted to stay. Rarity was different though. She wasn’t a magical enthusiast who loved her performances, or some big, strong stallion who wanted to be with the pretty mare, but another mare who had cried at the thought of hurting a shameless little showmare like her. Trixie let a tear fall down her face as she wrapped her fingers around Rarity’s, before leaning in and kissing her. It was brief, but that was because Trixie had to make sure she gave Rarity what she needed to hear.

“I love you too.”

http://clopplots.deviantart.com/gallery/57949920/Trixie-s-Best-ShowRarity curled her hands around the soft blue mare, and started to freely sob into the bosom she enjoyed so much as Trixie patted her head. “Sorry, I’m not normally so-”

“Bullshit.”

Rarity laughed at the blunt response, and clung to Trixie tighter. Trixie was done though. She came to the room with a purpose, and she was not about to forget about it. Slowly, the blue mare helped Rarity back onto the seat she found her at, and peeled away the mare’s white arms. Her knees soon hit the carpet beneath their hooves, and she blushed while placing her hands onto Rarity’s inner thighs. “I had planned on this being my way of thanking you for helping me discover a new form of show that I adore, but now, I think you just deserve it for becoming The Great and Powerful Trixie’s wondrous lover.” She stuck her tongue out to Rarity, who turned bright red as she covered her face, but let her legs slowly spread themselves.

The showmare’s breath caught itself as she finally saw the shimmering, wet spot on the crotch of Rarity’s panties, and her heart began to hammer itself into her ears. It only got worse as she realized that she was practically naked in front of the beautiful mare who even knew to wear nicer underwear than her. She shut her eyes, the words they had so recently exchanged ringing in her ears as she reached forward. She could feel her fingers brush against the warm nethers as they hooked themselves onto the silk from the front, and she pulled. “Gentle darling, y-you don’t want to rip them.”

Trixie swallowed hard as her hands trembled from the sight of the soft, pink lips that so few else had probably been allowed to see. She needed to put on a brave face though, instead of betray her inexperience with this exact subject. “W-will I be wearing them next?”

Rarity shivered at the suggestion, and lowered her hands from her face to her bosom as excitement began racing faster and faster through her. She gave them a light squeeze, enjoying the feel of her soft bosom, knowing soon she would feel a similarly sized pair all too soon, but would find them all the better. Or so, she assumed. “M-maybe.”

Trixie smiled at the comment, but as the thin, black fabric passed Rarity’s knees, she stopped. Before her were a set of pink, sopping wet folds, and she could smell the arousal, could smell Rarity’s need for her. Trixie let herself stop thinking, and act with her heart and instincts as she leaned forward. Her tongue gently came against the very bottom of Rarity’s pussy, before slowly finding its way up, taking in the sweet taste of every drop of moisture she found while Rarity moaned into the air.

Trixie hesitated on moving forward, staying near the edges of her lover’s most secret place for the time as she nipped and licked the vulnerable skin. Rarity would not wait to be treated with a deeper kiss though, and Trixie soon found a hand on the back of her head, before she was pushed forward, and deep into the juicy nethers. Trixie took in a deep breath, her body shuddering as scent and taste of Rarity became all she knew, and she could feel drops of her own arousal hit the wood beneath her.

It wasn’t long before Trixie recovered though, and began giving her beloved exactly what she wanted. Rarity gasped as she felt the strong, warm muscle slide between her tight folds, and she shivered as it began to squirm around. Every new moan though pushed Trixie to go deeper, and that only meant for Rarity to get louder in her ecstacy. The white mare would not be so selfish though, not when shown such generosity by Trixie’s fervor.

The show mare’s eyes widened as she suddenly realized that she felt everything Rarity was. Each twist of her tongue wouldn’t only get the tight grip of Rarity’s nethers to shift and quake, but now she could feel the waves of pleasure she gave her marefriend bouncing through her own body. As she stuffed her tongue all the way in, her own eyes rolling back from the pleasure as she played, her hands squeezed Rarity’s tight rump, needing something to hold onto as the sensations quickly became too much.

Rarity helped break the limit though, as she pulled on the back of Trixie’s head, and lifted her up. The white mare’s eyes almost came out of her head as the juiciest, thickest part of her lover’s tongue came against her engorged clit, and she felt her body stiffen. Trixie didn’t need a mimicry point at this point to know what was happening, or feel the same build up as half of her tongue became trapped inside of Rarity’s strong folds. Both mares let out deep, primal screams of ecstasy as they let their arousals overflow and pour down upon the floor and Trixie.

Trixie laid back, exhausted from the passion from just a moment ago, and stared at the ceiling. She was… warm. Not hot, or overheated, but warm. The warmth made her feel safe, happy, like she could just stay there, and nothing would go wrong. She tried thinking to when she last felt this, and thoughts of home came to mind. Home didn’t make her feel as warm though, especially not when Rarity came down and laid upon her chest, nuzzling into the showmare to get some sleep.

Trixie ran her hand through the soft, purple mane of her lover, and felt a tear roll down her face. She had a new form of performance that made her happy, enough money to possibly get her home back, and she didn’t want that, she now had a wonderful mare who could...

Trixie blinked, unable to stop the tears that streamed down her face as she leaned over and pecked Rarity on the forehead. Yes, tonight’s show had been her best performance, for she could of no other that would get her so much.