Of Maids and Mistresses

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As Twilight entered her upstairs bedroom, she quickly put Mystical Mysticism on the lectern next to the beds, and threw a quick glance towards the stairs, to make sure Trixie hadn’t followed her. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t have performed the spell downstairs, but she didn’t want Trixie to bear witness to it, in case she messed up. It was her first time trying it out, after all. When she practiced with Spike she didn’t have the same problem, but Trixie’s own considerable magical talent unnerved Twilight somewhat in this matter, and made her overly aware of how much she (or the both of them, actually) still had to learn.

She was the mistress, so she couldn’t let her maid see her nervously casting a spell like some filly fresh out of magic kindergarten.

She opened the book on the right page, and read over the spell once again to make sure she had it all memorised correctly. In hindsight, skipping over these parts of the book because of the subject matter had been a terrible mistake, as it contained some of the most refined and streamlined spells Twilight had ever laid her eyes upon: there was literally no effort wasted in their casting, no remnant of magical energy left unspent. It made what was supposed to be a rather complicated display of magical prowess into a rather simple feat, and Twilight considered--and not for the first time--that these would be perfect practice spells for both novices and adepts, yet she had to admit that their effects probably made them unsuited to that purpose.

Impressive as the spells were, the fact that a lot of effort had clearly gone into them painted a rather strange portrait of the magical practitioners of old in Twilight’s thoughts: they must have been a bunch of perverts. Twilight was forced to rescind this rather harsh judgement, as she became acutely aware of the slight wetness between her hind legs, which had built up there in reaction to the thoughts and desires that were welling up in the back of her mind.

She breathed in and out, trying to clear her mind of all distractions (which was hard, considering her increasing excitement) as she began to concentrate on the spell. Her horn pulsated with a steady stream of magic, which she wove into the correct shapes and patterns almost subconsciously. She turned the spell upon herself, and immediately felt it grabbing hold; a strange rush swept through her body, and her legs shook underneath her as a pleasant tingling sensation spread through her loins.

The sensations stopped as abruptly as they had set on, leaving Twilight panting in their wake. She quickly caught her breath, and smiled. Already she could feel that the spell had been a great success, but she looked down past her stomach anyway, and, sure enough, she found she was now the proud owner of a magnificent piece of colt equipment, rather than what nature had endowed her with. She let out a surprised yelp at this unfamiliar sensation, but soon a wolfish grin appeared on her face.

It was time to really put her new spell to the test.

***

When Twilight arrived downstairs again, Trixie was still diligently dusting on the other side of the room. She looked back over her shoulder as she heard Twilight approach, and smiled at her shyly, not able to spot the physical change from where she was standing. Twilight beamed back her sweetest smile, her heart racing with excitement.

“You know,” she said slyly, “I do believe you’ve missed a spot.”

Trixie suddenly looked concerned, as she frantically looked around the room for anything she might’ve missed. “Where? Trixie can’t-”

“Right... here.”

What followed was a scene of lust and raw passion unlike anything either of them had ever experienced before, as Twilight tested out the limits and possibilities of her new form. Her lovemaking was rough and wild, more concerned with her own pleasure and excitement than with the well-being or satisfaction of the mare that had become her maid. She wasn’t sure if the docile, subservient stance of the other mare was the cause of it, or if it was something else. It was possible that the primal, male instincts that the spell had imparted upon her were just too much for her to handle, as she had been thrust into the thick of them all at once, rather than naturally grown into them over time.

Trixie herself offered little resistance, to her it was only natural that she’d do whatever her mistress desired of her.

Nevertheless, by the time Twilight was done with her, Trixie herself remained almost motionless, her body shaking softly, eyes half-closed as she was unable to move from sheer exhaustion. It wasn’t as if it hadn’t been pleasurable for her as well--how could she not be ecstatic at the thought of how much pleasure she was giving her mistress, and of course her body had reacted in its own way--but it was far more than she was used to.

The room itself was a mess, as a table had fallen over, amongst several other things.

“I’m going to take a bath,” Twilight announced, having already regained full control over her breathing, “clean up here and then do the same. I’ll make dinner arrangements for this one time... nopony can say I’m not a kind mistress.” She waited for a few moments, but it was readily apparent that Trixie wasn’t quite ready to respond, panting and lying down in a heap as she was. “Make sure you switch uniforms and put that one in the laundry. Oh, and I think we’ll be adding this type of activity to your nightly duties... you perform them well.”

And with that Twilight walked off in the direction of the bathroom. Trixie managed a weak smile. She was exhausted, her throat was raw and her plot and back had several bruises from bucking against the floor--not to mention the huge love bite in her neck--but she didn’t mind. Her mistress was happy and pleased with her performance, and that was all that mattered. That was all that would ever matter.