Author's Note

This chapter is a cute little plotting piece consisting almost entirely of Luna, Rarity, Trixie and Twilight lazing around Luna's bedroom, and was one of my favourite character pieces to write for the whole story.

Trixie's Scheme

The mysterious, inky-black night sky of Equestria. Where one might expect just endless dark, the vista seemed to come together with as daring a design as any Canterlot artist could have dreamt. Soft, generous moonlight raced along the clouds, fracturing into a pale spectrum of quiet energy. Splashes of white color lashed across a dark blue canvas, upon which the great glow of Equestria's pockmarked moon was, quite fittingly, the centerpiece. Everything was in its place and in accord.

As befit a work of art of such celestial magnitude, illumination was provided by thousandfold stars of all shapes and sizes. Dwarf and giant stars alike shone their light down from on high, racing through their lifespans as they formed and dissolved in tandem. Deeper still, a mysterious nebula swirled within the recesses of the star-speckled night.

All at once, the Night, in all its great majesty, shifted. It inched slightly to the right. A cooing voice seemed to come from far away: "Oh, you poor dear... Just look at how bothered he is, girls!"

A great set of white-hued fingers, with glossy purple fingernails all perfectly-painted, suddenly split that very same night sky wide open with cataclysmic gentleness. Galaxies were driven to either side as they weaved down across the great universe.

"Heavens alone know what could be responsible for this... I'm just relieved we're here to take care of it for him!"

Those lustrous fingers wound all the way down to the deep, dark base of the night. Finding the back of a head, they closed around it, cradling gently, and with genuine warmth. The night felt peace tinged with swelling relief. It night continued to shift, a hundred stars dropping from its underside and vanishing from reality.

A great milky-white pair of breasts were suddenly freed from once-concealing confines, to be dangled heavily across the inky blackness that formed all existence. Creamy flesh oozed across the surfaces of a hundred or more suns, yet it did not burn. Sky-blue nipples rose ever upwards.

Finally, the great night was drawn apart. From within the splashes of color, light, and the motion of a galaxy beginning and ending perpetually, a wet little mouth emerged. It opened, and a pink tongue waggled from within its depths, naturally guided to those nipples...

Luna came to rest on the great dome of Rarity's belly, dimly aware of the young foals kicking and squirming within its depths. She adoringly drew his gorgeous mane slightly back from his pretty face a little bit more, and more of the white bedsheets began to become visible under the most beautiful landscape painting in all the world.

"Don't you worry one bit, sweetie... Mommy Rarity will, hnnnn, take care of everything. My, you are stiff down here, aren't you?"

She glanced up at Twilight and Trixie with a cheeky grin as she sat on the royal bed, Luna's head in her lap and her fingertips slithering up and down the poor little prince's painfully-erect pole.

The midnight blue-hued boy looked the picture of malady. His head was tilted back, eyes closed and face flushed. His mouth was open, but teeth held tightly together. The sweat-soaked noble writhed on the bed, shaking hands not knowing where to settle; back arched and dark nipples stiff on his flat little chest.

It was a mesmerizing sight for the onlooking members of the Prince's great harem. Each muscle on his body was tight and corded, with a well-defined and firm belly, shoulder muscles forming a tight "V" around his throat. His chest, from throat to the definition of his pubis, was an artistically arranged pattern of rich, ripe muscles, toned as well as any swimmer's physique. In fact, the only part of him still full, fat, and luscious were his flaring, almost feminine hips, leading into a plump, squeezable ass.

And his shuddering gasps when she stroked the fat, drooling cock that had made them all mothers-to-be simply had to be heard to be believed! Few women could be expected to keep their decorum around such a vulnerable, sensual, adorable display~

He'd been tossing his head at first, but now he was slowly beginning to settle, if not rest, against Rarity. It didn't take much longer before he began to quietly suckle from the milky dilettante.

Rarity smiled at Twilight's disbelief and Trixie's familiar frustration. "What? Oh. Yes, of course I'll hear what his problem is in just a moment, darlings, but you can hardly expect me to believe this doesn't need taking care of!"

Surrounded by such a generous bounty of warm, loving attention and supple female flesh, Prince Luna soon relaxed. His eyes widened when he tried to speak: no words came out, but a stream of Rarity’s delicious milk was pouring in. He worked his deft tongue gently around her swollen nipple, savoring the intoxicating sensation of her sugary sweetness flowing into his belly, combined with the pillow-like softness of her majestic tits. A few more mouthfuls, just to start him off. After all, she wouldn’t mind. Especially judging by the sound of those cooing moans coming from above.

Eventually he managed to tear himself away, with no small regret. Luna released her nipple with a gentle wet pop, and Rarity purred with delight. She adored seeing her little Prince’s face in repose, his cheeks shining with a red-hot blush, his fingers moving to wipe the last few trickles of milk and drool from his divine mouth. No doubt she thought him a sweet little prince who’d allowed himself to get a teensy bit too messy. But he could hardly be blamed for his table manners. She’d helped herself when he was as vulnerable as a colt, it was hardly even fair!

“Hnnn... We do not need to be pampered so...” he whined, nevertheless snuggling deeper into Rarity’s matronly curves.

“Don’t you?” Trixie said, sitting herself down on the bed. The mattress creaked and cratered under her generously jiggly blue rear, tilting Luna ever so slightly toward her. “With all that twisting and turning you were doing, Trixie could hardly tell!”

“You did look a bit upset, darling,” Rarity cooed, wrapping an arm possessively around her petite prince. Her breasts pancaked insistently on his back, the points of her nipples digging ever so slightly into his skin. “Why not tell us what’s wrong?”

“We... ” Luna’s face turned a brighter shade, and then even moreso when Rarity’s hand resumed her harem duty, stroking his slick, sticky shaft.

“We do not know what thou speakest of!” he insisted. “We raised the moon at precisely the right time and precisely the right brightness, with no difficulties. Nothing is wrong whatsoever!”

He squirmed under their eyes. “And whatever Our sister has told you are the purest of falsehoods!”

“Your sister, mm?” Rarity teased, her skilled hand working ever so slightly faster. “None of us mentioned Celestia at all, did we?”

She turned to the others. “Girls?”

“Not I!” Trixie said, making herself comfortable on the bed. She pressed her softness up against Luna’s fluttering chest, sandwiching him between two marvelously well-endowed mares. The space between them was getting all sorts of wonderfully sweaty and slippery, the bed becoming more humid by the moment. “Did you, Twilight?”

“Certainly not,” Twilight said. She was breathing hard, breasts wobbling ever so slightly as she gulped down huge breaths of air, coincidentally helping herself to Prince Luna's intensely-pleasing, hypnotizing scent. There were a few soft thump-thumps as she shifted fitfully on her hooves, pounding them on the carpet. It was beyond obvious that she wanted in on the party, if only the bed could support a third mare. “So, by simple deduction, that must be the problem.”

“How dare you! Questioning Us in such a fashion! We... hnn... We are The Night!” huffed Luna, but to little effect. It was hard to sound intimidating when his words were broken up by heated, horny little slut-like moans. Movement between Rarity and Trixie was nigh-on impossible, and even the hint of a struggle to escape from the two slippery mares merely earned him a chorus of pleasant sighs. “And even if she does employ the sun-emblazoned posterior against Us, attempting to lure Us by wobbling around in those ridiculous outfits, what of it?”

“Well…” Twilight found her hands increasingly busy roaming across her needy body. She teased herself all over, hands most of all lingering on her thick inner thighs. There were lots of fun spots to touch and prod down there under the shadow of her fat purple pussy. She wasn’t first in line for some fun with the Prince, but clearly she wanted to get herself ready for him. “That confirms it, girls! We suspected as much. Nightmare Moon’s power is already growing in him, and Celestia knows!”

Rarity and Trixie could hardly believe their big floppy ears. They had, after all, been told that was the entire purpose of this experiment, but they hadn't even mothered a few foals yet! In their minds, it had been years and years away. Perhaps even decades.

Their dumbfounded gazes turned away from Twilight and towards each other, the pair of unicorns saucer-eyed over their combined squeezed-together racks. Their bosoms slapped together around Luna's head with a loud series of claps that made his ears ring... right before they cut out all light and sound.

With Trixie and Rares now fully facing each other, there was absolutely no room for Luna to escape. Those earthquake-causing tits, individually massive, had the total combined weight of another whole mare, and that weight was now pressing almost solely on his shoulders. He buckled, sagged, then finally surrendered with a little sigh~

"Nightmare Moon?" gasped Rarity. Her hand shot up to that captivating mouth of hers, fingertips dimpling her smooth skin. “You can’t mean - ”

"Already? But... But Trixie is not adequately prepared for... for something like that!"

"Well, like it or not, it's coming, girls!” Twilight nodded solemnly. “And we need to be ready to handle it."

"Oh come now, Twilight! You sound like you're talking about one of our Cutie Map missions. This is Prince Luna we're talking about, not some big scary monster~"

While the other girls were talking, Trixie was free to walk her fingers down Luna's exquisite abs, eventually finding her way to that intensely hot and drool-worthy member. Yes, this shaft above all others! A truly fearsome and admirable weapon, it had even rendered one as great and powerful as her heavily pregnant, laden with the foals of the royal family.

And it had certainly cast its seductive spell over Rarity; even as she carried on her casual conversation with Twilight, it wasn't like she'd stopped paying Luna's shaft the attention it richly deserved. The steady flow of slick precum down the shaft had left the curvaceous mare's fingers and palm glistening, and she was working on massaging every last drop of Luna's seed back into the night-black skin of his own member. She only paused her instinctive pumping of that strong, royal member to waggle her fingers along his medial ring and occasionally prickle the fat cock with her nails. That always made it twitch... and fatten up all the bigger and angrier.

Trixie smirked self-righteously at that. Every time Rarity sank a nail briefly into the tense skin, that amazing cock took to twitching in the most delightful fashion. Maybe if that silly boutique-loving mare teased it too much, she’d get an early taste of that evil power they were discussing!

Luna might have been as cute as a button but there was no mistaking that this behemoth had once dangled between the legs of a genuine Devil God. On the long-haired beauty's slender, girlish frame, that vein-mapped god-rod of unchallenged filly enslavement looked almost comical - like what one would get if they placed Big Mac's member on Pipsqueak's body, with the prick very much leading the effeminate stallion, rather than being carried by him!

It didn't take long for Trixie's deft hand to join Rarity's between his legs. With the talented dressmaker already fisting the shaft, the great magician instead chose to draw light circles around his frenulum with magic-dripping fingers, working adoration and enchantment into that gorgeous cockflesh! Soon they were rubbing opposite sides, his overstuffed balls hunching up under the base... He'd be popping any second now!

Twilight continued her lecture while her friends devotedly worked on helping their perfectly-pretty lover to a spectacular finish. Trixie subtly aimed it downwards, hoping he might fire his rich blessings with enough force to leave that fat-reared bookworm dripping... What was five or so feet in distance for an Alicorn’s mighty member?

"Now, as I was saying, Prince Luna's power is growing. The, ah, sense of... let’s be polite and say “ownership”... we've been nurturing and nourishing is the key to unlocking his potential. It’s the whole goal of this project, after all. But at the same time, it could get dangerous if we allow it to go overboard. Princess Celestia's teasing is... well, it’s complicating everything!"

Trixie was surprised Twilight could keep her cool so well under the circumstances. Surely Prince Luna's lovely prick and princely pheromones would be wearing down her defenses by now: even if Twilight looked calm on the outside, she would be mooing like a cow on the inside.

"Darling, Celestia is doing it on purpose. Deliberately! With every intention!" Rarity's hand was pistoning faster now, her eyes occasionally darting down to re-experience her cock-shock over and over. Whenever she caught a glimpse of Luna's member, the bubble-brained filly could barely resist licking her lips, tasting his scent on the air. "Trixie, darling, he's going to bloo~oow..."

"Rarity is more than right, Crylight Sparkle! Celestia wants to see for herself if Luna is enough of a stallion to take what he wants! I can sympathize with the urge to see something so miraculous, so delicious, and not be able to have it... Ooh, thoughts like that just make me wish I could unload all my frustration somehow! And make a big, gooey mess doing it!" She was drawing circles around his cocktip faster than ever now, fingers sparking with magic. There was so much frothy white seed oozing from the tip that her fingers were soaking, squishing wetly on each circuit.

Rarity and Trixie both had their eyes locked on Luna's big shaft now. Their mouths were hanging open in awe, drool leaking from the corners of their lips.

Twilight had a feeling she'd best wrap this conversation up before things got out of hand. Well, further out of hand.

“The point is that we have to put a stop to this immediately!” Twilight said, even as she dutifully restrained her own gaze from the Prince’s throbbing… pulsating… gorgeous... cock. She needed to be of sound mind right now, and that would simply be impossible if she wound up mesmerized by his hypnotic,bobbing member! “Prince Luna needs to… unhhh.. tell Celestia to stop whatever she’s doing, or there could be some very-- oh~!-- dire consequences.”

She clenched her fists together at the same time she did her thighs. Her waggling butt was outthrust, and swinging from side to side. “He has to stand up to her!”

Luna finally freed enough of his head from those large, sweaty bosoms to join the conversation. He rested his slender hands on the pair's juicy booties, pushing into their rich squish to force his way upwards. “We are trying, it is just...” His overwhelming orgasm was approaching even faster as fantasies of his lusciously lusty sister filled his head. “To not put so fine a point upon it, even the darkest most fearsome Night, in all his eminence, barely stands level with her chest!”

Truly, brazen Celestia could make any pony feel short, but next to cute little Luna she positively towered. Other ponies could rave for days about her beautiful face - those full cheeks and pouty eyes - but Luna had to turn his eyes upwards just to see her titanic chest. Mouthwatering tits the size of his head, plush white breastflesh as pure and radiant as the sun itself. His hips bucked feebly as another fevered moan escaped his soft lips. He shut his eyes tight, trying to force the thoughts from his head. He was imagining her again!

And how could he not? Big, ‘clumsy’ Celestia, always walking into him by accident, her generous, jiggly curves bowling him over with barely more than a giggled apology - at best! She never seemed further than an accidental grope away, close enough for him to breathe in her rose-scented perfume - under which steamed and fumed the potent scent of a mare’s undeniable sexual need. No amount of perfume could hide that.

He knew she had to be teasing him. Taunting him with the prospect of bedding Equestria’s most eligible goddess. It was nigh-on cheating! How could he resist her erotic wiles when she was so big, so overwhelming, so… everywhere?

The thought alone might have been enough to send him over the edge, but it was accompanied by plenty of generous assistance from Rarity and Trixie. It felt like a dam bursting, a wave of blissful release washing over his mind. His every muscle tensed as rope after rope of creamy white cum gushed from his broad tip. Most of the steamy load arced upward, hanging briefly in the air before it splattered messily back down on the bed. Having already buried Luna in a pile of jiggling mare flesh, Trixie and Rarity took the brunt of it, something they were more than grateful for, the perverts! They giggled as it soaked their luscious bodies, rubbing it in like finest lotion. The sheer output of a single messy orgasm was more than enough of a vivid reminder of Luna’s burgeoning virility.

Not even Twilight was safe - though it wasn’t as if she’d tried to be. Big dollops of Luna’s gooey seed coated her easily, her fur more white than purple. A questing finger dabbed itself in a puddle of warm alicorn seed, leading a strand up to her eager, trembling lips. “Mm…”

Only once little Luna had poured every last drop of his extraordinarily virile ejaculate all over silken bedsheets and horny ponies alike, did Trixie and Rarity finally unstick their slippery, cum-soaked fingers from around that magnificent pole. With eyes wide and mouths still hanging open, they watched the bobbing length in fascination

Without soft, feminine palms supporting the heft of the veiny shaft, endless inches of equine erection lolled immediately forward. It swayed drunkenly downwards, pulled to the bed by the weight of its own heavy flared head, where it continued to drool even more seed into an obscene pool of Prince-spunk.

Trixie and Rarity exchanged truly corrupt smiles, then took those boy-molesting hands of theirs and simultaneously trailed them up Luna's black-hued chest. After such a powerful orgasm, he was helpless and defenseless: it was no surprise when their fingers took to lightly scratching the Prince's mesmerizing body, teasing just enough to make him writhe sleepily, displaying his model-like form for their hungry, female eyes.

"Hnnah... Our servants, please... mercy..." the spoilt boy huffed, little steam clouds forming with the heat of his breath.

Up they went, scritching along his taut, clenching belly all the way up to his neck, where the girls crossed hands before his eyes. Rarity tucked her spunk-dripping fingertips into Trixie's eager mouth, drawing an appreciative sigh as she tightened up around them. Trixie closed her eyes and breathed through her nose as sultry slurp-pops, and her appreciative moaning and humming, filled Luna's ears.

It was, Luna admitted, somewhat flattering. If very impertinent! They were like slutty sperm junkies~

Of course, Trixie was a tiny bit slower than lovely Generosity in returning the flavoured favour. Perhaps at first she had originally considered hogging every last drip-drop of gooey hot Alicorn seed to herself, but she finally yielded to the ministrations of Rarity's hungry tongue. It darted between Trixie’s fingers and scooped seed directly from the magician’s warm, inviting palms.

"Ooh... Sho tashty..." the porcelain pony cooed.

"Hmmhaah..." agreed Trixie.

The girls leaned closer and closer together, until mouths that had become steadily more limp with the act of swallowing addictingly sweet cum ended up together over Luna. With eyes hooded or altogether shut, Rarity and Trixie formed a tight seal with their mouths, tongues rolling and grinding together in the depths on that lewdly-shared girl-space. The ponies fluttered their eyelashes and rolled their eyes back, lost in delirious pleasure.

Big, bouncy breasts were once again over Luna, this time filling his whole lap with pony-chest as they shared a post-handjob make-out, soft mareflesh squeezing up against his stallionhood.

They might have gone on forever like that, savouring the taste of Lunar cum on each other's lips, if Twilight hadn't coughed politely. "Um. Girls? Celestia? Yes?"

The pony’s purple horn glowed, and both oversexed mares felt a light, but unyielding, magical tug on their manes. Gently, but insistently, Twilight prised the whining bitches apart. "Honestly! Can a pony get a little help here?"

“Oh, pipe down, Sparkle,” Trixie huffed, lamenting the poor atmosphere suddenly looming over her favourite restaurant. “We all heard you the first time. It’s a simple problem, really. So simple it’s hardly even worth thinking about.”

And then, Trixie said the words everyone would have more than enough time to fully regret later: “Why, Trixie already has a solution for it!”

The whole room fell silent. Rarity and Twilight curiously cocked their heads. Luna turned his gaze toward Trixie, a hopeful gleam in his lovely, misty aqua eyes. “Dost thou speakest truth?”

“But of course!” Trixie rolled herself over to the edge of the bed, her horn aglow. Up from under the mattress, a vial of something profoundly blue floated neatly into her hand. “The Great and Powerful Trixie always has a trick up her sleeve - even when she’s naked! I can, of course, recognize a power struggle from a mile away, so I had that zebra, Blecora, mix this little number for me!”

“That’s Zecora!” Twilight groaned, exasperated. “You see her every day!”

“Decor-a, yes, whatever.” Trixie waved her off impatiently. She floated the vial gently in front of Luna’s face, the potion swirling and sloshing inside. “My dear prince, it seems the problem here is simply one of stature! Even I, in all my majesty, have to admit that our fair Princess Celestia is no pony to sneeze at. Small wonder that you can’t confront her, if you can’t even look her in the eye.”

Luna flushed, irksome memories of his ungracefully oversized sister surfacing once more. It would help if he could meet her gaze at eye level, for once, without needing a stool. And cushions. How much easier it would be to confront her if he could stare at her face, instead of those plump, heaving tits, forced into whatever outrageous - and outrageously undersized! - outfits she’d chosen to tempt him with that day.

Luna forced the exquisite image of his sister’s divine swaying tits from his mind. “You have The Night’s full attention, Trixie! What does thy potion do?”

While their theatrically-minded marefriend swanned in the spotlight, Rarity and Twilight maintained deadpan poker faces. As long as Luna looked happy, they had no grounds to object to whatever harebrained scheme Trixie was cooking up juuust yet. Besides, who didn’t love Trixie when she was having one of her moments?

“It’s really quite simple,” Trixie said with a dramatic wave of her hand over the flask. “The potion is attuned to you, Prince Luna! It molds and shapes the body of any mare that drinks it to fit your deepest desires. It can make the smallest, most homely of lavender-colored ponies into a goddess made flesh! Or…” she grinned a devious grin and winked a devious wink. “It can take a goddess made flesh and give her the figure of a plain, modest mortal.”

Luna looked up at Trixie with wide, shining eyes. Here at last, a solution to all his woes! No more looking up at Celestia. No more of her ‘accidentally’ squishing his face into her suffocatingly soft chest. Day and night could, for the first time in all history, be of equal stature! And why stop there? All the centuries spent in Celestia’s long, hourglass-shaped shadow could not be so easily forgotten, after all. If he decided to feel especially vengeful about that, she could even stare up at him. How wonderful would that be, for his sister to be the smaller one for a change. Perhaps then she’d learn to treat him with the respect he was due.

“We approve!” He grinned eagerly, taking the vial carefully up in his hands, considering its contents. “Tell us, Trixie: for how long do the effects of this potion last?”

“Oh, forever, perhaps!” Trixie giggled, more than a little manic.

“It’s a very powerful potion, the zebra made that quite clear. But it shouldn’t be a problem for you, Prince Luna.” Her finger trailed itself gently over his chest. “You do have such a strong will, after all! If you ever get tired of seeing your sister so short, you need only change your deepest desire and she should return quite quickly to normal. Though, with mares like the Great and Powerful Trixie at your side, I can hardly imagine why you’d want that!”

"Trixie, we appreciate you wanting to help Luna, but this, ah... this all sounds very..." began Rarity, tapping her chin as she struggled to find just the right words.

"Underhanded?" suggested Twilight, with a glare.

"Manipulative?" Rarity tried, cocking her head.

"Oh, I have another! How about 'entirely banishment-worthy?'" Twilight drolled.

"Quite so!" Rarity folded her arms under her magnificent bust. She nodded her head sagely. “If something went wrong, the consequences could be absolutely dire!”

Trixie cut her off with a smug sneer. “More dire than the reincarnation of Nightmare Moon? Mmm? Now still your boorish babbling, country bumpkins. Let true magic unfold!"

The fashionista blanched, cocking her head towards Prince Luna. "Come now, sweetie-darling, pay her no mind. While Trixie, aha, 'arguably' has the best intentions for you, wouldn't you prefer to just come to your dear, dear aunts whenever that big-breasted bully Celestia gets too much for you? We'll wring all the tension out of you, and dare I say it, provide some fabulous eye-candy while we’re at it~"

“But why bother with temporary solutions, when you can cut off the problem at its root?” Trixie rolled her sturdy shoulders, those pendulous, yet perky, teats rising proudly on her chest. Her candy-pink nipples certainly did have a way of dragging the eye down. And up. And down. "And you can be assured this plan will succeed, my prince!”

Trixie shuddered, apparently recalling some particularly vivid memories. “Trust me when I say I have no intention of returning to the stocks... Or the dunk tank... Or whatever other morbid humiliation devices that creepy Canterlot curmudgeon has devised since then."

“Well, there’s no doubt in my mind that Trixie has planned this all out perfectly,” Twilight said, rolling her eyes. “But-”

“But it’s Prince Luna’s decision, of course!” Trixie leaned close into Luna's side, wrapping her gloved arms tightly around behind his lithe neck. Her deft, dextrous hands massaged his upper back, teasing and tempting. "Princess Celestia will be so satisfied with her changes that she won’t even dream of pressing charges.” She grinned, her eyes gleaming beneath the brim of her crooked witch’s hat. The naughty pony narrowed her eyes, smirking at thoughts of her ultimate revenge on Celestia. “Who knows? Perhaps it will be what she’s always wanted!"

Rarity sagged, and Twilight tutted, her love of procedure momentarily working against her. "Well, it is ultimately up to Prince Luna, I suppose…” She turned to Luna, her lips pursed in a pleading pout. “We are merely his humble servants."

Luna leaned slowly into Trixie, relaxing into the wicked villainess' warm, cushiony embrace. Reformed or not, the showstopping mare’s sensationally sinuous curves simply had a knack for turning just about any situation into a steaming pot of trouble - and not always for her.

Enchanting, beguiling, and ensnaring were all words to describe her, Luna’s conscience reminded him. idly. Her Cutie Mark might have been better off as a straitjacket!

Still... he had to consider his options. He was smaller than Celestia, obviously, and only her equal in magic. Perhaps this was his only opportunity to get a leg up on her... And a leg over her. He blushed and wriggled as that mental image came to him in full, candid clarity. Celestia trapped under him, pleading helplessly for mercy... The moment stretched out little by little as he continued to be captivated. He’d never wanted anything so much!

His mind was made up. He had to do this, for the good of all of Equestria! He could feel the hearts and minds of all ponies uniting as one, all rising up towards this noble goal.

Well, that settled that. He coughed, ready to announce his decision. "We shall... deign to follow Trixie's recommendation."

“Oh, so soon, my prince?” Trixie could barely contain her hungry grin. "I should have thought you’d need more… mm... convincing. You know it's not even dinner time yet."

"Just give him the potion, Trixie," Twilight groaned, burying her face in her hands. “If we’re going to get banished for trying to turn the Princess into Luna’s sex toy, we may as well get it over with.”