Of Maids and Mistresses

Chapters

Uneasy Beginnings
A day in Ponyville
Getting Acquainted (Clop Version)
Walk of Shame
Spitefully Generous
The Dressing Room (Clop Version)
The Dressing Room (Non-Clop Version)
Of Maids...
And...
Mistresses (Clop Version)
Mistresses (Non-Clop Version)
Trixie's Tale
Morning After
Invitations
Food with benefits (Non-Clop Version)
Diplomacy
A Terrible Secret
Trixie's Party
The Next Book
A Friend in Need
Journey to the Root
Coming Home
Reversal (Clop Version)
Reversal (Non-Clop Version)
A Cloudy Day
The More the Merrier
Unfinished Business
Triple Retribution (Non-Clop Version)
A New Beginning
Canterlot Meeting
Getting Acquainted (Non-Clop Version)
Food with Benefits (Clop Version)
Triple Retribution (Clop Version)
(Author's Note)

Uneasy Beginnings

“You did WHAT?” Spike screamed as Twilight broke the news to him.

She sighed. After that scene in the alley, Trixie’s behaviour towards her had improved significantly, but she still seemed incapable of treating anypony else with even an inkling of respect. She had already managed to severely upset a waitress and two Ponyville Express conductors, and all within the first minute of meeting them. But as soon as she was alone with Twilight, she actually became sufferable. It didn’t make any sense. It did explain Spike’s reaction, though.

“If it is of any consolation: Trixie wouldn’t be caught dead under the same roof with a brat like you if it wasn’t for Twilight Sparkle’s kindness,” Trixie said, as she threw her mane back over her neck.

The two of them looked each other in the eyes for a few moments, then simultaneously started throwing insults back and forth, until Twilight just couldn’t take it anymore.

“ENOUGH!” she yelled. “Both of you, stop it, you’re giving me a headache.”

“Oh... uh... sorry, Twilight...” Spike mumbled sheepishly.

“Trixie apologises... but only to you,” the blue unicorn said, as she looked at Twilight intently.

Twilight gritted her teeth, then sighed. It’d have to do. She turned towards Trixie, who was just kinda moping about. “Trixie, the bathroom is over there on the right, I don’t know if you’d like to... ?”

The showmare’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “Trixie would like to very much! It has been ages since...”

She coughed, feeling suddenly embarrassed as she strode out of the room.

“Please tell me she isn’t staying long, Twi,” Spike said pleadingly.

Twilight went closer towards him, and smiled sympathetically. “Oh Spike, I know you’re upset... But what was I supposed to do, let her starve? Leave her out to freeze to death come winter?”

Spike opened his mouth and pointed at her, before closing it again and lowering his hand. Finally, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, and stared at the floor. “I still don’t like her.”

“I’m not asking you to like her, just... just give her a chance, alright?” she said as she patted Spike on the head. “I think she’s actually really insecure, so she constantly pushes everypony away before they can get close, to avoid getting hurt.”

“I doubt that,” Spike replied as he tried to get out from under Twilight’s petting. “But I’ll give her a chance, Twilight. For you, not for her.”

She smiled. “That’s all I ask.”

***

Twilight raised a hoof to knock on the bathroom door, when it opened seemingly on its own. Trixie was standing right in front of her, a towel wrapped around her head, and her coat still glistening. She looked a lot better already, and she smelled nice, too...

“Uh, Twilight?” Trixie said as she raised an eyebrow.

The purple unicorn shook her head, suddenly aware that she’d been standing there with a grin on her face for several moments. “Oh! I uh... came to see if the bathroom... was free...”

Trixie nodded. “It is now... Trixie is so happy to finally feel clean again, you have no idea what it’s like for a pony as magnificent as the Great and Powerful Trixie to have to live in filth. Truly disgraceful.”

“Well then, I’ll get cleaned up myself, and after that I’ll make us dinner,” Twilight said as she slipped past the other mare.

“You’re making dinner?” Trixie asked as she started closing the door behind her. “Hmmm.”

Twilight blinked. What had she meant by that? Did Trixie doubt her cooking skills? She shrugged. The day had been stressful enough without her adding imaginary problems to the mix. Right now she was just going to take a bath, relax, and forget about everything for a while.

***

When Twilight finally emerged from the bathroom half an hour later, she was instantly greeted by a pleasant smell that permeated the air. She made her way over to the kitchen on a hunch, and, sure enough, she found Spike sitting against the wall, right next to the kitchen door. He had his arms folded across his chest, and he looked none too pleased.

“Twilight!” he said as he spotted her, getting up to his feet. “You’ve got to do something, Trixie’s barricaded herself inside of the kitchen!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why would she do that?”

“Well, I saw her sneak in-”

“Sneak?”

“Ok, walk in,” Spike admitted, “so I followed her, and she started taking out the knives and stuff, so I tried to stop her, and-”

“And she kicked you out,” Twilight ventured a guess.

“... Yes.”

The purple unicorn walked away, sitting down at the living room table. “She’s just trying to be nice by making us dinner, Spike.”

The little dragon begrudgingly pulled up a chair--which they kept around the house just for him--and started moping, putting his elbows on the table and holding his head up with his hands. “I still don’t like it. She could poison us, or worse!”

Twilight threw him an angry look. “That’s enough, Spike. I’ve just about had it with your open hostility towards Trixie! She’s going to be staying with us for quite a while, whether you like it or not, and you’re driving me absolutely crazy!”

“But-”

“Spike,” Twilight said severely, “you promised.”

The dragon grunted something that vaguely resembled “alright, alright,” and the unicorn sighed. She foresaw some tiring days ahead of her.

A few minutes later the kitchen door finally swung open, and Trixie emerged, levitating several dishes, forks, knives and the like. A shallow plate spread a delicious smell, as steam rose up from it.

“Fillies and gentlecolts, prepare your taste buds for the culinary miracle of the century!” Trixie proclaimed as she set the table in an instant, putting the dish down in the centre of the table. It almost looked like a pie.

“So, what is it?” Twilight asked curiously as Trixie sliced off a piece and put it on Twilight’s plate. It was green on the inside.

“Vegetable quiche,” Trixie said proudly, “and the very best there is, if Trixie does say so herself.”

She quickly cut pieces for Spike and herself as well, although the dragon didn’t look at all enthusiastic. He watched Trixie’s every move closely, completely ignoring the food on his plate.

“This is delicious!” Twilight proclaimed as she took a bite. “I didn’t know you could cook, Trixie.”

“But of course, did you really think there was a skill the Great and Powerful Trixie could not master?” She raised her chin haughtily and put of a piece of quiche in her mouth herself, closing her eyes to enjoy its taste and texture.

Spike immediately took advantage of the opportunity, imitating someone who had to puke by pointing two fingers into his opened mouth. Twilight threw him a stern look by way of reprimand, and he grumpily crossed his arms in front of his chest. When Trixie opened her eyes again, the grim atmosphere immediately betrayed that some manner of exchange had taken place. She didn’t know exactly what it had been, but she could guess. And so it was that they continued eating in silence; that is to say, Trixie and Twilight ate, while Spike glanced around grumpily.

Despite the heavy atmosphere, Twilight was really enjoying her meal, and her lips couldn’t help but curl up into a smile after every bite she took. Trixie wasn’t just a competent cook, she was really, really, really good. Eventually her enthusiasm (and the lack of early poisoning symptoms) even got to Spike, and he hesitantly cut off a tiny piece, putting it into his mouth quickly, not giving himself any time to reconsider. His face lit up and he immediately tried a bigger piece, followed by another, which was again followed by half of his plate. Twilight smiled happily; perhaps there was hope yet. Trixie didn’t seem to pay any attention to the dragon’s sudden enthusiasm, though.

“Wow, this is good,” Spike said despite himself. He froze for a moment as he realised he had just given Trixie a complement. “You know, for vegetables, I mean.”

Trixie let out a little laugh, as she threw her mane back over her neck, pointing at Spike with a fork which hung in the air right in front of her. “Trixie didn’t make it for you, simpleton. Trixie simply didn’t want Twilight to have to do all the work.”

Twilight groaned. Couldn’t the two of them ever decide to be nice at the same time? It was almost as if they were taking turns being stubborn, to ensure at least one of them was adding fuel to the fire at any given time.

Spike stared at Trixie coldly, as he put down his fork and knife and pushed his half-finished plate away from him. “I’m not hungry anymore,” he said as he got up from his chair, walking away from the dinner table.

“Spike...” Twilight tried, but the little dragon ignored her as he stomped up the stairs. She sighed deeply, covering her eyes with her hooves, momentarily at a loss as to what to do.

As soon as the dragon left, Trixie’s haughty smile vanished as well. “Trixie is sorry...” she said softly, as she stared down at the ground, guilt and sadness in her eyes.

Twilight lowered her hooves and smiled at Trixie kindly. “It’s not your fault, he’s just a bit jealous...”

“Trixie just... I just don’t know what is wrong with me...” Trixie said as she rubbed a hoof against her eyes. “Trixie wants to be nice, really, Trixie does... But Trixie has been looking down upon and making fun of everypony she meets for so long now... Trixie just doesn’t know how to change.”

Twilight leaned over the table, and put a hoof on the showmare’s shoulder to show her support. “Hey, it’s ok. You’ve been wearing that mask for a long time, now you just have to learn to take it off. Like you do with me.”

Trixie put one of her own hooves on Twilight’s, and managed a little smile. “But that’s because you’re special.”

“Oh?” Twilight said playfully as she raised an eyebrow. “And why’s that?”

Trixie’s cheeks quickly flushed red, and she looked away shyly. “Well... Trixie was upset at the time, but upon thinking about how you defeated that Ursa Minor, Trixie has always thought that...” She swallowed, before continuing more silently: “Maybe... maybe you are just as great and powerful as she is...”

Twilight grinned at the other mare’s embarrassment; she knew how hard it had to be for Trixie to say something like that. “Come on, let’s clear the table and go to bed, it’s been a long day.”

Trixie nodded, but then a question sprang up in her mind. “Oh, euhm, Twilight? Where will Trixie sleep?”

“In my room,” the purple unicorn said as she carried the plates back into the kitchen.

Trixie’s face flushed red again. “Y-your r-room?” she stuttered.

“Yup! I’ve got an extra bed for guests there.”

“Oh,” Trixie said, as she sighed in relief. For a moment she had thought that... she shook her head. Of course Twilight didn’t expect her to sleep in the same bed. And that was good; Trixie wasn’t really comfortable with the idea. But if that was true, then why did she feel so... disappointed?

She shook her head again to get rid of the confusing feelings, as she followed Twilight up the stairs. She just needed a good night’s rest, and then it’d all make sense in the morning.

Or so she hoped.

A day in Ponyville

Trixie stirred, as she slowly opened her eyes, still half-asleep. The world seemed oddly purple for a few seconds, but then she realised it was just Twilight’s face. The unicorn in question started to open her eyes as well, and soon the two of them were smiling at each other sleepily.

“Mmmm... Good morning,” Twilight said, as she stifled a yawn.

Trixie snuggled up against her. “Good morning!”

Their smiles suddenly froze, and they looked at each other with big eyes. It took them a few more moments, but they finally realised they were lying in the same bed, and not only that, they had their legs around each other as well.

They screamed as they moved away from each other as fast as they could, falling out of bed on opposite sides, quickly scrambling to their hooves.

“I’m so sorry!” Twilight quickly blurted out as her cheeks flushed an even deeper purple than usual.

Trixie scratched a forehoof against the floor in embarrassment. “No, Trixie is sorry,” she said softly, “we were in your bed so Trixie must have...”

“D-don’t worry about it,” Twilight said as she put on a shaky smile. “I had my legs around you as well... I’m sure you just had a weird dream, and... and I don’t mind. Don’t worry.”

Trixie smiled at her gratefully, and at that moment Spike came dashing up the stairs.

“Twilight, what’s wrong? I heard screams, did Trixie... ?”

The two unicorns threw him a look, then glanced over to each other, before blushing and averting their eyes.

“Uh, it’s nothing, Spike... Nothing at all,” Twilight finally managed.

The baby dragon raised an eyebrow. “But-”

“Twilight said it was nothing,” Trixie half-shouted as she lobbed a pillow in the dragon’s direction. He got hit squarely in the chest and staggered back a few steps, before grabbing hold of the pillow and returning fire. He missed Trixie completely, and she raised an eyebrow mockingly. Spike threw her a few angry looks, and disappeared back down the stairs.

“Oh dear,” Twilight said, “he didn’t look too happy.”

Trixie picked up a brush from a nearby table, and she started to comb her hair in front of the only mirror in the room. “It is not Trixie’s fault that he doesn’t know how to aim.”

Twilight giggled despite herself. The fact that Spike was upset again wasn’t good, of course, but that he’d get so wound up over a pillow... it was a little funny, at least. She headed for the stairs, but turned around before going down them. “Come downstairs when you’re done, we’ll have breakfast, and then I’ll show you around Ponyville.”

Trixie stopped brushing her hair for a second, and threw Twilight a concerned look. “Are you... are you sure that’s wise? Lots of ponies here probably do not like Trixie...”

Twilight shrugged. “I don’t see why not. You’re going to have to go outside eventually, after all.”

Trixie sighed, and reluctantly agreed.

By the time Twilight arrived downstairs, Spike was nowhere to be found. She wondered where he had gone off to, but she didn’t worry too much. Ponyville was safe as could be, so he wouldn’t get into trouble. He was probably just visiting some other friends in order to avoid Trixie, and as far as Twilight was concerned, that was fine; Trixie and Spike would get along a lot better if they first got some time to cool down.

She quickly prepared a rudimentary breakfast, and Trixie finally arrived downstairs. It had taken her longer to pretty up than Twilight had expected, but she supposed the showmare was making up for lost time. Trixie seemed very happy with the meal she was given, but Twilight felt a little bit embarrassed: her cooking skills paled compared to the other mare’s, especially when it was a meal so hastily prepared. Trixie praised her several times nonetheless, and for some reason this made her disproportionately happy. Spike complimented her frequently, and while that did make her happy it never felt so... overwhelming.

It was a beautiful day outside, and Twilight started to show Trixie around town. They weren’t in a hurry so they took their time, casually walking and talking as Twilight pointed out all the places of interest they passed by. Trixie had been in town before, of course, but she had never really gotten a chance to look around, so for her the tour was pretty interesting. And, on top of that, the two unicorns quickly found that they actually had a lot in common, so they had an almost endless number of topics to talk about.

Sadly, the interaction with the rest of the town went exactly as Twilight had expected. Nopony approached them to strike up a conversation, but Twilight and Trixie could feel their eyes upon them, and whispers followed wherever they went. Twilight knew the hostility wasn’t really aimed at her, so she didn’t suffer under it, but she could tell that it bothered Trixie. The showmare returned every glance with a haughty smile or a cocky grin of her own (much to Twilight’s chagrin), but Twilight began to notice subtle signs of loneliness as well: a faint sparkling in the corner of Trixie’s eyes, a certain feel of artificiality in her grins and smiles... It strengthened her in the belief that behind the showmare’s mask there was a kind and gentle unicorn wanting to come out, but afraid to do so. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fix that in just one day, but she was determined to think of something that could help.

At noon, they bought sandwiches at the local restaurant, but the way in which the waiter kept staring at Trixie made it clear that she was only being served because Twilight was also there. That infuriated Twilight, but she kept her mouth shut. The ponies of Ponyville had their reasons to distrust Trixie, and their opinion wouldn’t be changed with words, but with time.

They spent the rest of the afternoon walking through the Whitetail Woods, where Ponyville held its annual running of the leaves. Seeing as it was still mid-summer, that wouldn’t be needed for a while yet, so the two unicorns simply enjoyed the idyllic scenery.

It was already evening by the time they got back to the library, but Spike still hadn’t returned. Twilight sighed; he was being even more stubborn than usual. The two unicorns took turns bathing, and Trixie prepared them a marvelous dinner once again. The evening was still young, so Twilight decided to test out her new magical ingredients, as Trixie pulled up a book.

In essence, Twilight’s experiment sounded simple: to magically accelerate a plant’s growth. But she had quickly found it wasn’t easy at all, far from it. Unicorns had been able to create flowers and the like out of thin air for centuries, but these were crude imitations of the original: they looked good, but they faded away within mere minutes, and anypony who’d ever tried eating them had quickly been rushed to the closest hospital. She sought to recreate the passive aura of beneficial magic the earth ponies seemed to carry with them, in order to harness it into a single burst of energy. But so far, all her attempts had gone very, very wrong.

She placed a clay pot--containing dirt and a single seed--upon the table in front of her, and put the dryad bark she had purchased right next to it. The bark was known for the positive effects it had upon plant growth, and so Twilight sought to harness its powers for her spell. The main problem was that she couldn’t shape the spell and control its growth inside of the plant at the same time, so she hoped the bark would take one of those functions upon itself. She started to concentrate, and Trixie watched her with some interest from her spot on the sofa, her legs folded beneath her.

Twilight’s horn lit up with magical energy, which she skillfully channeled through the bark and into the pot. A flower started to grow, pushing the earth aside as it made its way up, its petals opening to greet the world. Twilight finally stopped feeding energy into it as the flower attained its maximum height, but, to her frustration, it instantly exploded in a cloud of dust, as if it had aged several years in the blink of an eye.

She sighed as she walked into the kitchen, frustrated by yet another complete failure. “I need a drink...”

“Hmmm...” Trixie said ponderously. “You know, the bark isn’t a bad idea, but Trixie doesn’t think it’ll ever work.”

“Why not?” Twilight asked as she returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “You want some?”

Trixie nodded. “Because, from what Trixie can tell, the spell you’re trying to perform needs to be very precise, and a natural ingredient, no matter how well prepared, will always have imperfections.”

Twilight poured two glasses of wine, levitating one over to Trixie, as she started sipping from her own. She went to lie down on the sofa as well, facing Trixie.

“But then what? I can’t control both elements of the process myself...” she said defensively.

Trixie shook her head. “No... but we could each control half of the spell.”

Twilight’s eyes grew wide. A cooperative spell... She’d never thought of that, mainly because there hadn’t been a magical talent worth speaking of in Ponyville, aside from herself. But now that Trixie suggested it, the idea did make sense... although it did cause entirely new complications of its own.

“Well, yes, but the flux vibrations would be completely off, which would in turn mess up the casting sequence.”

“Not if we first run both streams through a sync bypass.”

“Oh, that could work! But then what do you do with...”

They continued to debate and argue for the better part of an hour, pointing out mistakes in each other’s reasoning, and coming up with solutions to problems as they popped up. Twilight continued to keep their glasses well-filled, and it wasn’t long at all before she had to go get a second bottle of wine. The two of them became increasingly tipsy, but that didn’t seem to hamper their thought process at all. If anything, it made them more daring and unorthodox, as they came up with ideas they’d normally never even consider.

“We need to try thish... right now,” Trixie said with a hiccup, when they finally ironed out every problem they could find.

“R-right now?” Twilight asked as she got up from the couch, her legs feeling slightly wobbly. “Alright, let me jussht...”

She went to fetch another pot of earth to experiment on (she had prepared quite a lot of them, just in case), and placed it in the middle of the table again, pushing the other one aside. Trixie got up from the sofa as well, and came to stand beside the other unicorn.

“Ready?” she asked as she steadied herself against the table.

“Ready!” Twilight replied, suppressing a giggle.

They both started concentrating at the same time, and their horns flared up with power. They focused their magic upon the same point, and a combination of Twilight’s raspberry-coloured aura and Trixie’s lighter magenta flared up around the pot. Twilight closed her eyes as she fed more energy into the spell. As expected, the casting was a lot slower than with the spell she had tried before, as a lot of energy was lost during the synchronisation process. Even so, a flower started to grow slowly but surely, until eventually it was just as big as the previous one.

“It’sh done,” Trixie said breathlessly, and Twilight opened her eyes, almost afraid to look.

The flower’s petals were beautifully red, and it didn’t seem like it was about to collapse any time soon. Twilight leaned forward and carefully tore off one petal with her teeth, tasting it on her tongue. It tasted... delicious!

“Yesh, we did it!” she said triumphantly, as she started jumping around the room. “Yesh, yesh, yesh!”

Trixie smiled. “Took sho much e-energy... Trixie doesn’t think it’ll have practical use any time shoon... but ish shtart.”

Twilight stopped in front of the other mare, and pulled her into an embrace, happiness flooding over her. “Thank you, thank you s-sho much... B-Been trying sho long...”

Trixie didn’t know whether it was because of the alcohol or not, but her heart suddenly started pounding inside of her chest. Growing up in an orphanage, she hadn’t known love for a long time, and that had hardly changed even after she’d started taking care of herself. Yet Twilight had shown her an overwhelming amount of kindness, despite having good reasons to dislike Trixie. On top of that, she was amazingly intelligent, and just as interested in magic as Trixie was. Despite the angry looks of the other Ponyvillians, today had been one of her happiest days in years... all because of Twilight. Not to mention that she was more than pleasant to look at, and she smelled so good...

Trixie couldn’t control herself any longer, and gave Twilight a light lick across her cheek. She immediately regretted it as the other mare recoiled slightly, looking at her in surprise.

“W-why d-did you... ?” Twilight stammered, as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Fear grasped Trixie’s heart in a vice, and she instantly felt sobered up. “T-Trixie’s sorry... I... I just couldn’t control myself... You’re so smart, and nice... and... kinda sexy... and...” The showmare hung her head. “I-if Trixie is making you uncomfortable, s... she can l-leave...” she said with a little voice.

Twilight gently pushed up Trixie’s chin with a hoof, until the showmare was looking at her again. To Trixie’s great surprise, the smile around Twilight’s lips could only described as lascivious. “Mmmm, no... I don’t want you to leave...” she said as she leaned in, whispering into the other mare’s ear. “I just wish you told me shooner... I wouldn’t have had to lie about how you ended up in my bed thish morning.” She nibbled softly on Trixie’s ear.

Trixie squirmed as shivers ran down her spine. She felt her knees go weak, and clung onto Twilight for support. “Y-You mean you... ?”

Twilight grinned as she pressed her forehead up against Trixie’s, her eyes locked to the other mare’s. She shivered as she saw her own emotions reflected in them: passion, longing and a sizeable build-up of lust. “I thought it had jusht been a dream... I was a bit sh-shtartled to find I really did it...”

Trixie suddenly locked her lips to Twilight’s as she pushed her backwards, until the purple unicorn fell down upon the sofa behind her. Trixie climbed on top of her immediately, her legs astride Twilight’s body as she leaned in to continue the kiss. Twilight hooked her forelegs around Trixie’s neck and the back of her head, trying to pull her closer, panting as she felt her body burn up with anticipation and desire.

“Twilight, I’m ba-” Spike’s voice rang out throughout the library, as he stepped into the room. He immediately froze as he spotted the two unicorns intertwined upon the sofa, and his mouth fell open.

“It’sh... mmm... n-not... what it looksh l-like...” Twilight panted, as Trixie teasingly kissed her neck, smiling mockingly at the dragon.

“It’s NOT?” Spike yelled. “Then what is it?”

Twilight searched her mind for a proper answer, but between the alcohol and Trixie’s intoxicating presence, she couldn’t formulate a coherent thought. “W-wait... what does this l-look like?”

“Like we’re making out,” Trixie breathed into her ear hotly.

“Oh,” the purple unicorn said, “then I guessh it ish what it looks like.” She frowned.

“That’s it,” Spike said decidedly as he balled his fists, “I’m not staying here a second longer. I’m sure Fluttershy still has room for one more.”

He immediately turned tail and stomped out of the room, and Twilight extended a hoof in his direction. “Shpike! W-wait...”

“He’ll be back,” Trixie said as she pressed her body into Twilight’s, “for now, just let him blow off some steam...”

Note: Continued in the next two chapters. For the clop version, read the next chapter. For the non-clop version, skip the next chapter and move to the one after that.

Getting Acquainted (Clop Version)

Disclaimer: This is the uncensored clop version of this chapter. If you do not wish to read such things, simply skip to the next chapter and read the censored version there.

Twilight wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to let him go or not, but her body quickly made the decision for her. As Trixie pressed into her, she felt her breathing go shallow, and excitement once again took hold. She drew Trixie back into a kiss, and this time she slipped her tongue fully into the other mare’s mouth, hungrily exploring her as she returned the favour. Pretty soon, their tongues were twirling and twisting around each other, and Twilight felt the heat build up in the pit of her stomach, as her hooves explored every inch of Trixie’s plot.

Trixie started panting and moaning into the purple unicorn’s mouth, as months of sexual frustration she hadn’t even been aware of finally found their outlet. Her body shuddered, and she teasingly moved her head away.

“N-no...” Twilight said pleadingly, quivering with desire. “D-don’t stop... come back... please...”

“Oh, don’t you worry...” Trixie said as she panted. “I still haven’t thanked you properly for letting me stay, have I?”

Twilight wanted to reply, but she cut herself off with a loud moan as Trixie leaned forward and slowly dragged her tongue across the length of Twilight’s horn. Even though it appeared to be bone, a unicorn’s horn was actually extremely sensitive in order to more easily percieve and control magical fluctuations, and Twilight felt waves of pleasure wash over her, as the area between her legs turned to mush.

“Mngh... Oh... Oh Trixie,” she moaned as she reached down between the showmare’s legs with a forehoof, caressing the insides of her thighs.

Trixie quivered in anticipation, and she threw her head back into her neck as Twilight’s hoof brushed up against the folds of her sex. Twilight immediately started to caress the mare’s sopping flower gently, and Trixie gasped for breath.

“You’re shooooo wet, you naughty little pony,” Twilight said teasingly.

“T-that’s not f-fair,” Trixie stumbled, “I bet you’re s-soaked too...”

The purple unicorn moaned, as she rubbed her legs together. Trixie was right; Twilight was probably wetter than she was.

Trixie licked the other mare’s horn again, and then closed her lips around the tip, sucking softly. Twilight felt every rational thought flush out of her head, as a new wave of pleasure swept through her like a bolt of electricity. She began to stroke the length of Trixie’s clit, and the blue unicorn moaned, swirling her tongue around the tip of Twilight’s horn in retaliation.

Twilight’s strokes became less and less precise, when an idea suddenly hit her. Her horn lit up with energy (which spread a pleasant, tingling sensation through Trixie’s mouth) as she picked up one of the empty wine bottles, rubbing the tip up and down against the folds of Trixie’s quivering sex. The mare gasped as she felt the cold glass against her hot pussy, her moans vibrating through Twilight’s horn. She yelled out in pleasure as Twilight slid the neck of the bottle into her wetness, and was temporarily unable to go on sucking as Twilight started to pump it in and out of her.

“Yes! Oh yes! Buck me, Twilight, buck Trixie with that bottle! Make Trixie come!” she screamed, quivering and panting as she bucked her hips, meeting Twilight’s thrusts.

Lust and hunger overtook her mind, as she wrapped her lips around the purple unicorn’s horn again, sliding her mouth up and down the length of it as her tongue caressed every inch, sucking frantically.

“Mnghgh... yeeessss...” Twilight hissed through clenched teeth as she rubbed her body against Trixie’s, pumping the bottle into the showmare’s sopping lot. The mare’s wetness had created a sizeable patch of soaked fur on Twilight’s stomach, and she herself was dripping all over the sofa. She curled her back as she neared her peak, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she clung to Trixie, trying to steady her quivering body. Trixie could feel the other mare tensing up beneath her, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking even harder and bucking back against the bottle as if she had lost her mind, the walls of her cunt rippling around it.

Twilight screamed as she was driven over the edge, and a discharge of raw magical energy shot from her horn, coursing through Trixie’s body, activating all of her pleasure points all at once. They started climaxing virtually at the same time, and they clung to each other as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over them, causing both of them to shake violently. Twilight lost control over the bottle, but Trixie’s pussy clamped around it like a vice, holding it in place as she came all over it.

Finally, Trixie collapsed against Twilight’s chest, and the bottle plopped out with a wet sucking noise, falling to the ground and rolling away under the table. Twilight panted, trying to catch her breath as her whole body buzzed with contentment.

“T-that... that wash a-amazing...” she managed to pant, caressing Trixie’s mane lightly.

Trixie didn’t reply, and Twilight soon became aware of the rhythmical rising and falling of the other mare’s chest: she was already sound asleep. Twilight smiled, and shrugged. She didn’t want to wake her new lover up, and she was comfortable enough anyway. She yawned, when she suddenly realised Spike really hadn’t come back...

Ah well, she mused as she closed her eyes, Future Twilight will take care of it...

Walk of Shame

It was already past noon by the time Future Twilight started to wake up, and she cursed Past Twilight silently. Her neck hurt, and her body felt sort of stiff, but it was nothing compared to the pounding in her head. On top of that, she could feel a weight pushing down upon her chest. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the light.

“Ughh... I had the weirdest dream,” she muttered as she rubbed her eyes.

She looked up, blinked, and then rubbed her eyes again, but the image of Trixie smiling down at her lovingly did not fade. Instead, the other mare kissed her on the forehead, before cuddling up, rubbing her cheek against Twilight’s. The showmare’s mane was quite messy, but that only added a certain sex appeal Twilight found hard to describe. It just constantly made her think about the best parts of last night.

“Not a dream?” the purple unicorn asked silently.

“Not a dream,” Trixie confirmed, “are you having second thoughts?” She looked down at Twilight with concern in her eyes, biting down upon her lower lip.

“Not at all,” Twilight reassured her as she pulled her into a tender kiss, her hooves ruffling through Trixie’s hair. “But I just found out that I love you, that I’m a fillyfooler AND that we had sex... I’m still a little surprised.”

Trixie grinned. “Well, you better get used to it fast, Twilight Sparkle... Magic tricks aren’t the only thing Trixie is exceptionally good at.” She winked, and Twilight felt her cheeks flush, a little shiver running down her spine. She suddenly realised they were still in the library, so if Spike had already unlocked the door...

Spike.

“Oooohhhh, dear,” Twilight said with a groan, “I need to get to Fluttershy’s right away.”

“Who?” Trixie said as she used the tip of her hoof to lazily trace patterns across Twilight’s coat, not intent on letting her new marefriend go anywhere just yet.

“Fluttershy. You know, the yellow mare who...” Twilight paused, as she racked her brains for memories of the last time Trixie had come to town. “... who you’ve never seen before in your life, right.” She pushed a hoof up against her forehead, as if that would miraculously cure her headache. “She’s a timid pegasus who likes caring for animals... Spike said that’s where he was going.”

“We don’t need him here,” Trixie said, “just the two of us, together, is ideal to Trixie. And it sounds like your friend Fluttershy will take good care of the... dragon.” She nearly spit out that last word.

Twilight sat up a bit straighter, as she shook her head. “No, I can’t just leave him there. I was the one who hatched him, and he’s been my number one assistant for ages... I need to at least go see if he’s alright.”

“But he’s such a bother,” Trixie whined.

Twilight glared at Trixie, until the showmare sighed and got off of her. The purple unicorn got up and pressed a soft kiss on Trixie’s cheek. “I’ll go, you stay here and prepare lunch, ok?”

“Well, Trixie really thinks you shouldn’t...”

“Trixie...” Twilight said as she rolled her eyes.

“But Twilight, Trixie is just trying to-”

“Look, I finally admitted I love you, but you’ll just have to learn to get along with Spike,” Twilight said as she strode towards the door, “just like he’ll have to learn to get along with you. He’s my assistant, you’re my marefriend, end of discussion.”

“Yes, fine, but-” Trixie tried again, but Twilight had already vanished out of the door. “But you look like you haven’t combed your mane in a week, and you smell like sex and... Trixie,” she finally concluded with a sigh. She shrugged.

At least they wouldn’t have to worry about how and when to make their relationship public.

***

Twilight was immensely relieved when she finally crossed the bridge out of town. Everypony kept staring at her for some reason, and it made her feel really uncomfortable. She didn’t mind it when Trixie was with her, she just hadn’t expected the showmare’s reputation to brush off on her like that. It was possible that wasn’t it at all, of course, but she couldn’t for the life of her think of a different reason that made even the slightest bit of sense. At least the fresh air had done her headache good.

She crossed the second bridge leading up to Fluttershy’s cottage, and made her way over to the front door. She took a deep breath as she knocked on the door, mentally preparing what to say. It took a few moments, but finally the door opened slightly, and Fluttershy peeped out.

“Yes? Oh, it’s you Twilight,” she said as she pushed the door open further. She was finally able to take a good look at Twilight, and her eyes widened. “Oh my...”

Twilight stood up on the tips of her hooves, trying to look into the house over Fluttershy’s head. She managed to spot a few random animals, but Spike was nowhere to be found. “Hey Fluttershy, did Spike come here yesterday, by any chance?”

The pegasus looked over her shoulder, then stared down at the ground uncomfortably. “Euhm... yes.”

Twilight sighed in relief. “Well then, could you go get him for me?”

Fluttershy hesitated, as she scratched at the ground with a hoof. “He... he doesn’t want to see you, Twilight...” she said almost inaudibly.

“What?” Twilight said in surprise, before chuckling softly. “Hehe, I think I misheard you there, for a moment I thought you said he didn’t want... to...” she started to say, but she fell silent as Fluttershy shook her head. “Wait he... he really doesn’t want to see me?”

Fluttershy nodded, cringing slightly. She really, really didn’t want to do this to her friend, but she didn’t want to betray Spike’s trust, either. On top of that, she kinda agreed with the baby dragon, especially considering Twilight’s current condition.

“At least tell me why,” Twilight demanded, but Fluttershy shook her head. Twilight bowed through her knees and turned her head, trying to meet Fluttershy’s eyes, but the pegasus just turned her head away. “Tell me!”

“Y... you really want to know?” Fluttershy said in a little voice. Twilight nodded, and the other mare took in a big breath, before letting an entire flood of words out in one go. “You invited Trixie to live with you without even asking if he was ok with that and then you kept taking Trixie’s side in every debate and so Spike feels ignored and he doesn’t like Trixie and he’s afraid it will continue to get worse and then he saw the two of you making out and he decided he was just a third wheel so he doesn’t want to see you for a while.”

Fluttershy panted, and Twilight blinked several times.

“That’s not true at all! I didn’t ignore him, I tried to get both of them to get along,” Twilight said in frustration.

“Yet every time he disappeared, you stuck with Trixie instead of looking for him,” Fluttershy said in a reprimanding manner, standing up a bit taller.

Twilight recoiled slightly. “That’s... I thought he needed some space,” she said defensively.

“He didn’t then, but he does now, so just leave him here. I’ll take good care of him, you know I will,” Fluttershy said soothingly.

“I’m taking him with me,” Twilight said as she tried to slip past Fluttershy, but to her great surprise the pegasus pushed her back, standing up tall and spreading her wings to block off the door.

“Now you listen here, Twilight, he doesn’t want to see you. What’s more, you aren’t fit to care for an infant right now,” she said severely.

“But-”

“No buts, missy!” Fluttershy cut her off harshly, and Twilight shrunk back under her commanding gaze. “You were making out in the middle of the library, where Spike could walk in at any time, and now you come here with your mane all messed up and alcohol on your breath, smelling like some animal in heat! I can’t, in good conscience, trust you with the care of a baby dragon when you’d obviously rather be spreading your legs for this Trixie character right now.”

Twilight was too shocked for words. She combed a hoof through her hair, and then lowered her head to sniff at her own coat. Her mane really was messed up, and she could very clearly make out Trixie’s scent on herself. For other ponies, it probably hung around her like a cloud. She slapped a hoof against her forehead and groaned. So that was what Trixie had tried to warn her about. She sighed; it was hardly fair to ask Spike to trust Trixie if she didn’t give the mare the benefit of the doubt herself. She’d have to apologise when she got back.

“I don’t know if you love this mare or if you just needed a good bucking, Twilight,” Fluttershy continued, “but as long as Spike doesn’t want to go back, I’m not going to let you make him. Are we clear?”

Twilight sighed again, and nodded. “Crystal,” she said. “And if you really want to know... Yes, I do love her. She... she’s my marefriend, now...”

Fluttershy’s expression turned back to one of kindness and understanding, as she put a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder. “I’m so happy for you two, Twilight. You’ve made a lot of friends since you got here, but what you really needed was a soulmate, I could tell.”

“R-really?” Twilight stuttered. “Well, I did feel lonely at times, even with all my friends around, but...”

“Yes, really,” Fluttershy said as she nodded sagely. “Why don’t you just enjoy life for a bit, and leave Spike to me? You’re like his mother in a lot of ways, and it’s hard for him to accept that he has to share you now. Owloysius was one thing, but now you’ve gone and accepted somepony into your life that he just can’t compete with. You have got to understand why he needs some time to come to terms with that, don’t you?”

Twilight bit her lip, and nodded reluctantly. “You promise to take good care of him?”

Fluttershy beamed. “You can count on me to meet all his needs, Twilight, I promise.”

“Alright,” Twilight said as she took a step backwards and prepared to start the return trip, “I guess I can leave it up to you then. Please tell Spike I’m not mad at him, he can take all the time he needs, and Trixie and I will be waiting for him at the library. Now if you’ll excuse me I... I really need to shower.”

Fluttershy waved her friend farewell, going back inside and closing the door as Twilight finally crossed the bridge and rounded the corner, where the trees hid her from sight. She’d have looked after Spike anyway, of course, but now she’d really do everything in her power to take care of him. She simply couldn’t disappoint Twilight, not after shouting her down like that.

She felt a little bit bad about that, but at the same time she smiled on the inside. Twilight, of all ponies, had a marefriend? Fluttershy had thought nopony would ever manage to steal Twilight’s heart away from her books and studies, but today that had finally happened. Trixie had to be a very special mare indeed, and Fluttershy was certain Spike’s claims were exaggerated when it came to her. Twilight would never fall in love with a pony who didn’t have a good heart. She frowned; her friend just had to find a good balance between the conflicting elements in her life. And learn some discretion, of course. Running through town with a bedroom mane like that...

“Oh Spike,” she called out, “do you want some gems?”

She smiled. This’d be a piece of cake. Twilight had nothing to worry about.

***

Having been made aware of how scandalous she looked, Twilight’s second walk of shame through the town proved to be especially humiliating, and she was blushing profusely by the time the library appeared within view. She could’ve teleported around, of course, but since she could only make short hops to places within sight (unless she just jumped randomly), that would’ve garnered even more attention to herself. There’d already be enough rumours floating around after today.

As she approached the door, she heard her marefriend yell inside, and she froze for a second. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is not in the least bit obliged to answer to the two of you! Her private life is not on display for a bunch of foals, it is none of your business.”

“Hold on there, sugarcube, ya’ll be getting involved with our friend, so I reck’n that makes it our business,” Applejack said.

“Yeah!” Rainbow Dash concurred. “Still on about that ‘great and powerful’ stuff? You’re nothing but a loudmouth, Trixie.”

“We don’t take kindly to yer kind around here,” Applejack added.

Twilight finally opened the door, as she burst into the library. Three pairs of pony eyes locked onto her in an instant, and Applejack and Rainbow Dash quickly sped over to her. Applejack didn’t pay any attention to her friend’s appearance, but Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow.

“Twilight, please tell me ya’ll thought very carefully about this,” Applejack said, “ah’m not sure ah trust Trixie’s motives.”

“She’s just using you for an evil plot to get back at Ponyville, Twilight,” Rainbow Dash said as she pointed a hoof at Trixie. “But why do you look like you flew through a hurricane? And you smell like... like...” She gasped, as she glanced from Trixie to Twilight. “You didn’t!”

“Yes we did,” Trixie yelled triumphantly as she jumped in front of Twilight, “so why don’t you two turn around, and take a hike? You’re not needed here.”

“Trixie...” Twilight reprimanded.

“Twilight, we know you have your, uh... needs,” Rainbow Dash said awkwardly as she flew up above Trixie, “but Trixie is just using those to get to you!”

Twilight shook her head. “Look, I know it may sound weird after what happened last time, but I... I really love Trixie. If you just gave her a chance...”

Applejack wanted to say something, but Trixie cut her off, as she drew Twilight in for a kiss. Twilight was momentarily too stunned to react, and Dash glared at them.

“Come on AJ,” she said as she flew down towards the door, throwing Twilight foul looks. “We’re obviously not wanted here.”

Applejack hesitated for a moment, but then followed Rainbow Dash, throwing one last look over her shoulder before she stepped out of the door. Trixie looked back as well, smiling at Applejack cockily as Twilight tried to catch her breath.

“W-what was that for?” she finally managed to say when they were alone again.

Trixie stepped away, falling down onto the sofa and hiding her face in her hooves. “It just keeps happening,” she said softly, “Trixie always felt so weak, helpless... until she stood on stage... and now, Trixie just can’t...”

The purple unicorn walked over to Trixie’s side, and softly stroked her mane. “Oh love, it’ll take some time, but they’ll come around eventually.”

Trixie shook her head, then looked up at Twilight with tear-filled eyes. “You don’t understand... If Trixie had just been nice to them... But Trixie can’t do it. Trixie can’t take off this damn mask...”

Twilight smiled sympathetically at the other mare, as she embraced her. She kissed Trixie’s cheek, and suddenly an idea came to her. “Wait... that’s it! You’re stuck in a role, right? So what if we replace it with a different role? One on the other side of the spectrum? Maybe you’d be able to find a balance between the two.”

Trixie dried her eyes, and frowned. “Trixie isn’t sure she gets what you mean...”

Twilight let go of her, and started to pace around enthusiastically. “We’ll need to go see my friend Rarity. Hopefully she’ll uh... forgive you for the green mane thing...”

The blue unicorn stood up as well. “Trixie isn’t sure what this is all about... but she does know one thing.”

“Yes?”

“You still need to take a bath.”

Twilight smiled sheepishly. She couldn’t believe she’d almost forgotten again.

Spitefully Generous

After Twilight’s bath, they headed out towards Rarity’s.

“Alright,” Twilight said as they stopped outside of Carousel Boutique, “here’s what I want you to do.”

“Trixie’s listening...”

“Yes, exactly,” Twilight said with a nod. “You listen. Don’t talk unless you really need to. We do not want to upset Rarity, alright?”

Trixie mumbled unintelligibly.

“Good!” Twilight chimed, and she pushed open the door.

Rarity was hard at work, standing in front of her little podium and frowning at her latest design. She spun around as she heard the two other unicorns enter, and a smile lit up her face.

“Twilight, how lovely it is to see you! You really must come by more often, dear,” the fabulous unicorn said as she strode forward, “and I see you’ve brought a.. frie... friend...” Rarity’s right eye started twitching as she pulled Twilight closer, turning her back towards Trixie, whispering urgently: “What is she doing here?”

Twilight grinned sheepishly. “Ehehehe, well, you see we, uh... were kinda hoping you’d... erm, make her... an outfit?” Twilight put on an uncertain smile. “Please?”

Rarity looked back over her shoulder, eyeing Trixie up and down. Trixie was doing her best to ignore the scene in front of her, looking around with interest, as she walked over to one of the outfits on display.

“She made my mane green, Twilight,” Rarity said in a deceptively calm manner. “Green!”

Twilight scratched her head. “I was kind of hoping we could... euhm... get past that... minor incident? No?”

Rarity glared at her coldly.

“Oh come on Rarity, please?” Twilight begged. “I really don’t know who else to turn to with this, and besides, didn’t green manes go in fashion, like, two days later?”

“Well yes, but it was back to normal by then,” Rarity said as she stroked her mane and glanced back at Trixie, who was now carefully feeling up one of the dresses on display, apparently trying to figure out what fabric it was made of. Rarity sighed. “Just tell me what it is the two of you want, Twilight, and I’ll consider it.”

“We need a Canterlot maid outfit for Trixie.”

“WHAT?” Trixie blurted out as she turned towards Twilight. “Trixie does not recall agreeing to this!”

“Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight,” Rarity said as she pointed a hoof at Trixie, “you don’t want this?”

“No!”

Rarity turned back towards Twilight, smiling brightly. “I’ll be absolutely delighted to make her that outfit, dear,” she said as she swept the design she’d been working on off of the podium. “This project wasn’t working out, at any rate.” She frowned sadly, and then turned her head towards Trixie. “Alright dear, please come on up here so that I can take your measurements.”

“You’ll do it? Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” Twilight exclaimed as she clapped her hooves happily, but Trixie shook her head.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie will never wear a common maid’s attire,” she proclaimed as she stamped a hoof down upon the floor. “It is, quite simply, unworthy of her magnificence.”

“Give us a moment please,” Twilight told Rarity, as she took Trixie aside. “Look,” she whispered, “I’ve gotten her to agree, so will you pleeaaassseee just work with me here?” She smiled. “I promise this is for your own good.”

“Trixie is not dressing up like a maid!” the showmare hissed back, as Rarity subtly tried to eavesdrop in on the conversation.

“She is if she doesn’t want to sleep on the couch from now on,” Twilight said. A sly grin spread across her face.

“Y-you wouldn’t,” the blue unicorn stuttered. “You can’t make Trixie sleep on the couch! Trixie needs her beauty sleep, and that thing looked... most uncomfortable.”

“Well then,” Twilight said triumphantly as she nodded towards the stage.

Trixie let out a groan of irritation, before reluctantly walking over to the other side of the room and climbing onto the stage.

“All yours, Rarity,” Twilight said with a wink.

“Excellent, let’s begin then, shall we?” the fashionista said, and within moments Trixie was covered in a cloud of measuring tape, as Rarity took a dozen measurements at once. “Tell me more about the design, Twilight. Frilly, or plain?”

“Plain!” Trixie shouted, but Twilight shook her head.

“Frilly, definitely frilly.”

Rarity’s eyes sparkled. She was getting into the swing of things, but Twilight wasn’t sure if that was because of some kind of artistic vision, or because of Trixie’s palpable reluctance. “Hmmm, modest, or a bit... risqué?”

“Modest!”

“As risqué as you can make it,” Twilight said cheerfully.

Rarity could barely contain her excitement. “And one of those cute maid’s caps?”

Trixie shook her head fiercely, but Twilight just said: “Naturally.”

The white unicorn squee’d and clapped her forehooves excitedly, before rushing off towards her drawing table and making a few quick sketches. She then levitated a mountain of white and black fabrics over to Trixie, and started modelling them against the mare’s coat. Trixie grumbled, but she didn’t move; she really, really didn’t want to sleep on the couch, alone.

“You are going to look positively lovely, my dear,” Rarity assured Trixie as she stored everything away again. “Even someone with your, well, shall we say... less than stellar attitude won’t be able to make this look bad.”

Twilight could see the sweat drip down Trixie’s brow as the showmare did her best to keep her mouth shut, for fear of putting the insults at the tip of her tongue into words. The purple unicorn smiled; Trixie really was trying her best, and what more could she ask for, really?

Rarity walked back towards her drawing table and made some extra notes, writing down all the measurements she had taken, as well as her choice of fabric.

“So, when can we expect it to be done?” Twilight asked as she helped Trixie off of the stage, sneaking in a little kiss behind Rarity’s back.

Rarity tapped a hoof against her chin. “Hmmm, well, usually it’d be a few days... But I’ve simply got to see this... So tomorrow, at noon?”

Trixie groaned, and Twilight’s mouth fell open. “Really? So soon?”

“Well, it isn’t an entirely new design,” the fashionista explained, “and really, who needs sleep anyway?” she let out a laugh that was obviously meant to sound light hearted, but Twilight detected a hint of uncertainty nonetheless.

“Uh well, if you’re sure,” Twilight said as she motioned for Trixie to head outside. The mare seemed about ready to explode with pent-up frustration.

“But of course. Oh, and Twilight?” Rarity asked before Twilight could step out herself. “Why are you hanging around Trixie, anyway?”

“Oh.” Twilight started to blush. “She had no place to stay so I invited her over, and now she’s my... m-marefriend...”

“Ah, your marefriend, I see,” Rarity said distractedly as she turned back towards her sketches, and Twilight slipped outside. The full meaning of the words only dawned on Rarity a full minute later, and her mouth fell open. Twilight wasn’t asexual? And why did they need a maid’s outfit, anyw-

“Oh,” Rarity uttered, as one possible reason presented itself to her, making her blush slightly. Well, she supposed that meant she could go all-out with the risqué element, and it wouldn’t be the first time she made something more suited to the bedroom than the streets. Still, she’d have thought that if one of those two mares was to wear such a costume, it’d have been Twilight...

“It’s always the nerdy ones,” she said with a shrug, and got to work.

The Dressing Room (Clop Version)

Disclaimer: This is the uncensored clop version of this chapter. If you do not wish to read such things, simply skip to the next chapter and read the censored version there.

“Explain again how this is supposed to help Trixie,” the blue unicorn said at noon the very next day, as they were on their way to Carousel Boutique just after Twilight finished checking her saddlebags outside of the library.

Twilight rolled her eyes. She’d explained it so many times already, so by now she was quite sure Trixie was just trying to find one little word or the other to nitpick about. “Your arrogance comes from your stage persona, right? So if you play a different role for a while--one that’s about humbleness and serving others--it may balance out.”

“But being your maid...” Trixie whined, causing Twilight to stop and face her.

“Look, Trixie... We both know you’re suffering under this,” she said with a smile, “and to be honest, so am I. I love you, and I can feel that love growing a little bit every day... but I love my friends as well, in a different way, and it tears me apart to see you end up in fights with them all the time.” She pressed a forehoof against her own chest. “So if you can’t do it for yourself, do it for me?”

Trixie bit down on her bottom lip as she turned her head away, only to then turn back and look Twilight straight in the eyes. “Alright, Twilight... Trixie will do it, for us.”

Twilight hugged her marefriend, pressing a soft kiss upon her cheek. “I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you think. After all, you’ll be my maid, right? Spike seems to have survived my supervision, so I’m sure you will do fine, too.”

“Don’t compare Trixie to a baby dragon...” Trixie said grumpily, as they continued on their way.

Twilight had hoped the buzz about Trixie being in town would have died out already, but it seemed she had been sorely mistaken. If anything, everypony seemed to have gotten even more interested in the two of them over the last few days. A myriad of whispers and stealthy glances followed them as they went, and Twilight felt that more of these were aimed at her than before. She shrugged; after the rumours she had started the day before, she really shouldn’t be surprised.

In stark contrast, there seemed to be a little bit more spring to Trixie’s step. Was she secretly relieved that they were at least trying something to cure her of her unusual condition? Or maybe she had also noticed some of the attention had shifted towards Twilight, and was relishing in the fact that they were, more or less, in the same position?

They arrived at Carousel Boutique and unceremoniously stepped inside, where they found Rarity sleeping on the floor in front of an empty stage. Trixie began looking around fearfully, trying to spot the outfit she’d be wearing for the foreseeable future, but it was nowhere within sight.

“Rarity?” Twilight asked as she gently shook the sleeping mare. “Wake up.”

Rarity stirred and slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the light. “Nooo mommy, I don’t want to wake up yet...”

“Uh no,” Twilight said in confusion, “it’s Twilight and Trixie. You know, for the maid outfit?”

Rarity’s eyes finally focused in on the mare’s face, and she smiled sleepily. “Oh, Twilight, yes... the outfits are in the... are in the dressing... area...” She stifled a yawn.

Trixie came closer as well, and Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Outfits? More than one?”

“Yes, yes,” Rarity said, waving her hoof around randomly as her eyes started closing again. “I had... fabric and time to spare, so... I made an... an extra set... so you... so you can... laundry...”

Rarity drifted back to sleep, and the other two unicorns exchanged a look.

“Should we move her?” Trixie asked uncertainly.

Twilight shook her head, and her horn lit up as she grabbed two stray sheets of fabric lying at the side of the room, draping one over Rarity as a blanket, while folding the other one under her head as a sort of improvised pillow. “I’d rather not wake her up, and I think she’ll be fine like this. Now, come on, the dressing area is over here,” Twilight said as she led the way. It felt a little strange leaving Rarity asleep, knowing how she had looked forward to seeing Trixie in the outfit, but there was nothing that could be done about that.

Trixie followed in her hoofsteps, nervous and excited at the same time. Because of how vain she was, she couldn’t help but like the fact that somepony had custom made not one, but two outfits for her... even if the outfits in question were a bit embarrassing.

They entered the dressing area, and Twilight’s mouth fell open in amazement, while Trixie’s cheeks flushed a bright red. Two identical black and white maid outfits--complete with cap--had been mounted onto mannequins, and Twilight could immediately tell Rarity had made them to specifications. They looked exceptionally sensual--even while mounted onto the mannequins--concealing just enough to entice the mind, while accentuating everything they did reveal.

“T-t-trixie c-can’t w-w-wear those,” the blue unicorn said as she backed away slowly, having gotten cold hooves.

Twilight turned around, a mischievous smile on her face as her horn lit up. “A bit too late for that, my love.”

“W-what are you... ?”

Twilight levitated Trixie into the air, holding her there as she lifted one of the costumes off of the mannequin. The blue unicorn tried to resist, but she wasn’t strong enough to fight off Twilight, not by a long shot. Trixie was intelligent, skilled and most ingenious, but she lacked Twi’s raw power, as well as the formal training she had enjoyed. Twilight didn’t doubt that, with a little coaching, Trixie could easily rise above her status as a simple trickster, but as things were she was simply no match.

“P-put Trixie down!” the blue unicorn demanded as she struggled against the spell fruitlessly.

“In a minute,” Twilight reassured her. She started dressing up her marefriend, ignoring her protests. For most unicorns, the task would have required too much precision, but Twilight--much like Rarity--was most capable in this field as well.

She finally put Trixie down, and the blue unicorn immediately started looking herself over, trying to see how the outfit looked on her, her entire face red with embarrassment. Twilight whistled softly, as her heart started pumping a little faster.

“H-how do I look?” Trixie said, looking down at the ground.

“Gorgeous...” Twilight replied as she pointed at one of the standing mirrors on the side of the room.

Trixie walked over right away, and she gasped as she laid eyes upon her reflection. She was still embarrassed, but she had to admit the maid’s outfit looked good on her. On top of that, it made her feel vulnerable, delicate and strangely humbled--the exact opposite of what her stage outfit usually made her feel. She let out a little yelp as she felt a hoof on her shoulder, having been so engulfed in observing herself that she hadn’t even noticed Twilight sneaking up on her in the mirror.

“Oh! P-please don’t do that, Twilight, you startled Trixie,” she said with a little sigh.

The purple unicorn frowned. “Twilight? No, no, no... I’m afraid that won’t do.” She shook her head. “From now on, you’re the maid, I’m the mistress, so you shall address me as such. Alright?”

“A-alright... mistress, Trixie is... eager to serve,” Trixie said uncertainly. For some reason, she felt those were the right words to say, and she didn’t have as much trouble saying them as she had thought she would.

Twilight smiled wolfishly, having already realised Trixie was a lot more susceptible to the suggestion that went out from the costume than they had assumed. Just a little encouragement, and she’d slip right into her role...

She pushed her body up against Trixie’s, causing them both to rise to their hind legs as the showmare-turned-maid was pinned against the wall. Trixie let out a yelp, and Twilight licked her lips.

“I think I’ve waited long enough for this...”

The blue unicorn nervously glanced at the curtains hiding the main room. “Twilight... should we... i-in here? Trixie doesn’t think that-”

“Mistress Twilight,” the purple unicorn corrected her. “And Rarity is fast asleep, it’ll be fine... I don’t pay you to think, anyway...” She leaned in and softly bit Trixie’s ear, causing the mare to let out a stifled moan.

“Ah... p-pay?”

“Well, of course,” Twilight breathed into her ear hotly, “as my maid you get food and lodgings, don’t you?”

Trixie couldn’t dispute that, and when Twilight finally pressed her lips upon hers she gave in to the kiss. In truth, she’d been longing for it as well, and as her tongue rolled against the other mare’s, all her objections about the location melted like snow before the sun. A slight tingling sensation alerted her to the fact that someone was using magic nearby, and soon she could feel ethereal tendrils stroking her all over. She gasped as one of them started stroking the wettening folds of her marehood, and she relished in the warmth of Twilight’s body, which she could feel even through her clothes.

Twilight moaned softly as well, as her spell gave her a level of sensory input she’d never felt before. Everything they touched materialised perfectly in her mind, and the feeling was most overwhelming. She wanted to be even closer to Trixie, feel more of her, lose herself in her maid’s pleasure...

The kiss intensified, as Twilight hungrily explored every inch of her marefriend’s mouth, even as her magical senses explored the rest of her body. She continued to stroke the folds of Trixie’s flower, but now also lightly caressed the length of her clit, her touch as intangible as a gentle summer breeze. It left Trixie with a sense of frustration, since she couldn’t reach the level of stimulation she craved, no matter how much she moved her hips or rubbed back against Twilight’s body.

“P-please, mistress,” Trixie panted as Twilight broke off the kiss, “let Trixie... let Trixie c-come...”

Twilight’s breathing had grown heavier as well, relishing not in physical sensations, but in the other mare’s moans and expressions and the control she could exert over them. “Hmmm, I don’t know,” Twilight said teasingly as she made her strokes even lighter, “does my little maid even deserve a reward like that?”

Trixie wrapped her legs around Twi, trying to get her body under control as she shook with desire, her need clearly shining through in her voice. “Please, mistress, please... T-trixie... Trixie will be a g-good maid... she’ll do anything... anything mistress desires, just p-please, Trixie begs...”

Twilight licked her lips as her heart started beating faster, her cheeks flushed, and a familiar wetness built up between her legs. This wasn’t how she’d envisioned her plan would work out, but she hadn’t been able to stop herself when she saw Trixie in that outfit. On top of that, it just felt so good; she found she loved being in control, and if Trixie was enjoying it as well, there was no harm in it, right?

Twi’s magic solidified slightly as it pressed into Trixie, parting the mare’s nether lips and expanding to fill the mare’s entire sex. The blue unicorn gasped, clinging onto Twilight even tighter as she arched her back, her juices overflowing. She’d never felt so stuffed before; sure, she’d had some partners before, but nothing like this magic. It seemed fluid and solid at the same time, perfectly filling up every fold, but not giving way as her cunt rippled and contracted around it.

“Yesss, yes!” Trixie screamed loudly. “Oh y-yes mistress, give it to Trixie... m-make her your little, obedient maid...”

Twilight shuddered and stifled a moan. If that was what Trixie wanted, she didn’t mind obliging. She started to move the magical tentacle back and forth inside of the blue mare, who started bucking her hips in tandem with the thrusts. Trixie’s sopping pussy made an irresistible squishing noise with every stroke, which sent shivers down Twilight’s spine as she gradually increased the intensity of her thrusts.

Trixie forgot the world, her entire mind focused on her snatch as it rippled and shook, nearing release. She thrashed her head from left to right, her tongue lolling outside of her mouth and her eyes almost rolling back in their sockets. Twilight frantically rubbed her body up against Trixie’s, as her hoof dropped down to give the blue unicorn’s clit just that little bit of extra stimulation it needed. Trixie’s moans became screams, which in turn became unintelligible garbling.

“Yes, come for me, come for your mistress,” said an increasingly excited Twilight, as she pressed herself against Trixie.

Trixie let out a wordless scream, her entire body a quivering heap of nerve endings as the walls of her cunt contracted heavily, her body letting all of the pleasure it had built up go in one big wave. She came hard around the ethereal invader, her juices squirting out and dripping onto the floor, as Twilight continued to pump into her mercilessly. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the mare’s orgasm finally came to an end, and she limply hung back against the wall, panting heavily.

Twilight finally put an end to the spell, as a great shaking and shuddering coursed through her body as well--not as powerful as what had happened to Trixie, but a lot longer lasting.

They stayed like that for a few moments, just two panting, shivering mares, basking in the afterglow. Twilight nuzzled her cheek against Trixie’s, seeking out the other mare’s lips and kissing her gently. The kiss was completely devoid of any lust or passion, instead being completely dedicated to love and love alone. Trixie returned it weakly, not fully recovered and her sex still twitching between her legs.

“I love you, mistress,” she whispered breathlessly as she buried her face against Twilight’s neck.

The purple unicorn stroked her lover’s mane softly. “Hmmm, as idyllic as this is, I’m afraid we’ll need to head back; Rarity won’t stay asleep forever. Can you walk?”

She softly let the other mare down. Trixie’s legs trembled underneath her for a moment, but she nodded. “Trixie thinks she’ll be alright, mistress.”

Twilight smiled at her affectionately. “Good, let’s go, then. Quietly.”

Trixie quickly straightened her clothes before she followed Twilight, hoping that’d make her look decent enough for the streets. The two of them tiptoed through the main room and past the stage, where Rarity still seemed to be fast asleep. They made their way over to the door and slipped out onto the streets, without making a sound.

Rarity slowly opened an eye as she heard the door fall shut, throwing aside the piece of cloth she’d been using as a blanket and standing up as soon as she verified the coast was clear. She brought a forehoof up in front of her face, staring at the glistening wetness coating it. That Twilight... she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be upset at the mare for bucking her marefriend in her store, or if she should just be thankful for the show. Well, she was thankful they’d stalled long enough for her to dive underneath the covers again, at least...

But that roleplaying those two got up to... It really was always the nerdy ones.

The Dressing Room (Non-Clop Version)

Disclaimer: This is the censored version of this chapter. If you already read the uncensored version, you will probably want to skip this. If you wish to read the uncensored version instead, go back a chapter.