Of Maids and Mistresses

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Applejack looked at the grandfather clock to the side of the room as she wished--not for the first time--that Twilight had given her at least a rough estimate for her return; being on guard all the time was extremely tiring, and she had made herself almost sick with worry by imagining all the different ways the spell could have gone wrong. Her complete lack of magical knowledge had made it all the more gruesome in her mind, and Twilight’s earlier reassurances could not fight the tides of her imagination.

She approached the enormous chalk drawing upon the floor, inspecting it without being able to make any sense of the runes therein. She took care not to accidentally step on any of the lines, as something told her that that would yield less than favourable results when Twilight tried to return.

All of a sudden the drawing lit up with a blue light that seemed to seep out from the floor below, and Applejack backed away in a hurry. She shielded her eyes as the light intensified, until a bright flash consumed the chalk upon the floor, leaving a familiar blue orb hanging in the centre of the room. Two shadowy figures stirred within, and the magical energy dissipated to reveal the two unicorns which it had taken far away earlier that day. They blinked for a couple of seconds, disorientated, and so it was that Applejack spoke first.

“Twilight, Trixie!” she yelled out in relief as she rushed towards them. “Y’all made it back! And in one piece!”

Twilight shook her head to dispel the dizziness the second, faster jump had left her with, recovering just in time to raise an eyebrow at Applejack’s words. “Is the fact that I managed to get us back in one piece surprising to you? I told you before, that happened one time!”

“Twice,” Applejack said distractedly as her eyes fell upon Trixie, who was still wearing her outfit. She seemed to have caught the dizziness slightly worse than Twilight (perhaps due to her having been a passenger to the spell, rather than the one driving) and was bumbling about behind the other unicorn. “So... did Trixie... ?”

“Ooohhh, mistress, Trixie is feeling a bit dizzy...” the blue unicorn said as she steadied herself.

“Ah, mistress?” the earth pony asked with a frown of disappointment on her face. “So Ah guess that means...”

“Trixie.” Twilight’s voice sounded chastising, but she was not able to completely hide the hint of amusement within it. “It’s not very nice, worrying Applejack like that after she waited for us for half a day.”

“Oh, alright Twilight...” She quickly took off the costume, folding it neatly in the air before levitating it onto the nearest table. “There, see? All better. You can hardly blame a mare called Trixie for playing a little trick every now and then.”

“Why you...” Applejack spluttered as she stepped forward. “Come here, you two!”

Before either of the two unicorns could react, Applejack pulled them into a hug, as her clear, honest laughter filled the room. The two unicorns quickly exchanged a glance of surprise, and then they too burst into laughter. After a few minutes of laughing, they finally let go.

“So Ah reckon we can finally--finally--stop all this here nonsense and get back to business as usual?”

“Nonsense is business as usual,” Twilight said with a grin. “We do it all the time.”

“You know what Ah mean. We can hopefully work towards some quieter times now.”

“Hah, quiet times? Truly you do not know the Great and Powerful Trixie very well yet, Applejack.” She shot the earth pony a smile that wasn’t at all lacking in greatness or power.

“Huh, so ya still do that thingy where you call yourself ‘the Great and Powerful’ and ‘Trixie’ and all that? Ah somehow figured that’d have gone as well...”

“You call yourself ‘Ah’, so why shouldn’t Trixie be allowed to call herself Trixie?”

Applejack smiled. “But that’s my accent.”

“This is Trixie’s accent. Trixie prefers it.”

“Well, you see Applejack,” Twilight interrupted, “all of her habits from before are still there. She’s had them for years, after all. But now she should have more control over them. She was using ‘I’ perfectly fine before, so it’s more of a choice rather than a compulsion. We haven’t changed who she was completely, we’ve just... balanced it.”

Trixie waved a hoof in front of Twilight’s face. “Is Trixie invisible? Trixie is standing right here, you know, Trixie can explain herself!”

A mischievous glint appeared in Applejack’s eyes. “Only Trixie can refer to Trixie in the third person it seems, Twi.”

She met Trixie’s eyes, and the both of them burst out into another roaring fit of laughter, leaving Twilight to blink in perplexion.

“But... but you just did as well...” the purple unicorn said.

The laughter stopped at once, as Trixie furrowed her brow and Applejack rolled her eyes.

“Does she always spoil the joke like that?”

“Eeeee-yup!”

They exchanged a glance again, before another fit of giggles nearly swept them off their hooves. Twilight opened her mouth to protest, but instead she let out a little chuckle of her own, which was quickly followed by another until she was laughing along merrily as well; if Trixie and Applejack could get along long enough to make merry about her together, then everything would be okay. Eventually.

“Oh my Celestia, Ah haven’t laughed like that in a while, heh.” Applejack wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. “Ah guess your spells are ok, Twilight. Except once or twice. Oh, Ah just remembered!” she suddenly cried out. “Your ‘moving objects’ spell during last Winter Wrap Up! That’s three!”

It was Twilight’s turn to roll her eyes. “Thanks Applejack... Thanks.”

“But y’all still have things to do. Spike’s still with Fluttershy, Ah haven’t heard of Dash in days, and when everypony in Ponyville meets the new Trixie...” she paused to consider that name for a moment. “Well, ah reckon we’re up to new new Trixie by now... Anyway, it might seem a lick... odd that she keeps changin’, wouldn’t you say?”

“Well, I’ll-”

“No you’ll nothing,” Trixie interrupted her marefriend. “Trixie will take care of it.”

The purple unicorn turned towards Trixie with a look of surprise. “But Trixie, don’t you think I should-”

“No,” she shook her head. “Trixie will take care of it, Twilight Sparkle... You set the course without asking for Trixie’s opinion up to this point, so it would only be fair to let Trixie decide now, no?”

Applejack stood witness to the scene silently, amused at the sudden shift in their roles and in the balance of power within the debate.

“Yes, but-”

“Not to mention that there is one additional ‘thing’ to take care of that Trixie can hardly leave to you... Something we have been glossing over a bit up to this point. Trixie thought it fair to wait a little before bringing it up, as you did help Trixie...”

Trixie shot the purple unicorn an affectionate smile, which did nothing to calm the eerie suspicion of the latter; she did not like where this topic was going.

“I... I’m not sure what you...”

“Trixie has her memories. All of her memories.”

Twilight swallowed. “I don’t suppose you mean... all memories e-except the... um... very recent ones?”

Trixie smiled almost demonically. “No such luck, my love... the recent ones are clearest in Trixie’s mind.”

“Ah, so you know that I, uh...” Twilight backed away, but sadly for her she soon found that a table was blocking her way.

“Used Trixie as a personal sex slave? Yes. Trixie does know.” She stepped forward, preventing Twilight from escaping easily.

The librarian swallowed again. “Uh oh,” she said with a small voice.

“Oooh, is this one of them domestic disputes?” Applejack asked. Trixie suddenly turned her head to throw her a calculating look, having been reminded of her presence, and Applejack gingerly started to back away towards the front door. “Ehehehe, oh my, look at the time, Ah think Ah can hear my apples calling. ‘Aaapplejack... Aaaapplejack! Haaarvest usss!’” she said with her best impression of a spooky voice. “Y’all hear that? Gotta go!”

“No, wait! Applejack!” Twilight yelled after her as she disappeared through the door. She then slowly turned her gaze towards Trixie, who was staring at her intensely. “Uh, can we... can we t-talk about this... or was that what we were planning on doing?”

Trixie’s horn lit up for a moment, and Twilight could hear the distinct clicking of keys being turned in their locks coming from the doors and windows all around her, except without the keys. A drop of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her heart started to pound faster.

“You... you do realise I could just wink out of the room, right?” Twilight asked nervously.

“Of course Trixie knows,” the other mare confirmed, “but you will not. You would have to come back eventually, so better to get it over with now, no?”

Twilight nodded slowly; Trixie did indeed make sense. Somewhat. “Then why... why lock them at all?”

“Trixie thought it would be dramatic. Showmares love dramatic. Also,” she mused, “it keeps other ponies out.”

Twilight let out a yelp of surprise as Trixie suddenly moved forward, pinning her against the table. The showmare sought out her lips hungrily, and before Twilight knew it she was drawn into the kiss. Shaken by the sudden actions of her lover, she parted her lips almost instinctively, offering Trixie’s tongue an invitation to proceed, one that it accepted gladly. Twilight’s heart had already been pounding rapidly, but for entirely different reasons than the ones that now caused it to continue doing so. As she answered the kiss, she realised that it was the exact same kind of kiss they’d shared many times before, only this time their roles had been completely reversed.

Trixie forced her up to her hind legs with her body, and Twilight soon found out why when one of the showmare’s hooves slid down over her stomach, disappearing between the purple unicorn’s hind legs. She gasped as her delicate folds got lightly caressed--the gentleness in that touch in stark contrast with the roughness of the kiss--and moaned into her lover’s mouth as she felt herself go wet with desire.

“Ahn!” Twilight cried out when Trixie caressed her little button once, causing it to swell under her hoof. The purple mare shook against her like a leaf in the wind. “T-this... ah... this is... p-punishment?”

“Just getting you started,” Trixie whispered before she softly bit Twilight’s ear.

The slight sensation of pain shot through Twilight’s body, and mingled with the pleasure Trixie’s hooves inflicted upon her now soaked flower, making her body shake even more.

Trixie intensified her ministrations, rubbing her entire body into Twilight’s as the librarian moaned like an animal in heat. “You owe Trixie,” she whispered, “and Trixie knows how to settle the score...”

“H-how?” Twilight asked with some effort, as her hips involuntarily jerked against Trixie’s hoof and leg, her body begging for more.

“You will be Trixie’s maid for a while...” she breathed hotly into the other mare’s ear. “Trixie’s little plaything... from now, until the morning after tomorrow. Complete obedience.”

“I...” Twilight wanted to protest, but most of her mental faculties were already occupied by her lust, and completely focused upon the sensations radiating throughout her crotch and body. On top of that, she could not find any reasonable arguments to grab on to; letting Trixie have her way with her the way she had done with Trixie seemed quite fair, and the one and a half day duration was almost merciful. Only her base reluctance remained, and she knew she could not make a case based upon that alone. “Yes...” she finally managed to say between moans. “Yes I... ah... I’ll do it...”

“Mistress,” Trixie said breathlessly as a strange sense of elation grabbed hold of her. “You have to call Trixie mistress.”

“Y-yes m-mistress...” Twilight’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she turned her face away slightly, biting her lower lip to stifle the moans that kept rising up from her throat.

Trixie licked the other mare’s cheek, before dropping down to her neck and lingering there. “Mmmm... My love bite has now faded... perhaps it’s your time to get one? You are mine now, after all, and I don’t mind letting other ponies know.” She turned Twilight’s head gently with one forehoof as she pressed the other up against the librarian’s clit, stroking the length of it tantalizingly slow. She looked into the mare’s eyes and saw the longing for release contained therein, as she felt her ragged breath upon her coat. “How would you deal with other ponies’ knowing--and sometimes disapproving--glances as they saw the mark?” She put her lips against Twilight’s skin and sucked softly, not hard enough to leave more than a little wet spot. “So, what do you think, my little maid? Should Trixie?”

“Ah... n-no...” Twilight managed weakly. “Please... it’s s-so... ah... e-embarrassing...”

Trixie bit her ear again. “Silly maid... That didn’t seem to stop you last time... and shouldn’t you be agreeing with your mistress? Your mistress wants this, and if she can tell you a little secret...” She lowered her voice until it was barely audible at all, pressing her lips against Twilight’s ear. “She only wants it more now that you said no...”

Trixie lowered her head as her lips affixed to Twilight’s neck hungrily, sucking as long and hard as she could. Twilight’s moans turned to soundless gasps at the strange sensation of pleasure and pain, as the idea of being marked in such a way by somepony who was, at least for now, her owner awakened a form of primal, unknown desire within the back of her mind, which took control of her excitement and drove it to its peak.

Finally, Trixie stopped to admire her work, and she could tell that the love bite would not be any smaller or fainter than the one she had had herself up until recently. She only regretted that Twilight’s darker tone of skin would conceal the mark far more quickly than had been the case for her, but there was nothing she could do about that.

The shuddering of Twilight’s body intensified, and from the thrashing Trixie could be reasonably sure the mare would be taken by orgasm before too long.

“Oh mistress... oh... I... I’m going to... ahn!” Twilight confirmed Trixie’s suspicions.

Trixie withdrew her hooves from Twilight’s body at once with a mischievous smile, and the newly proclaimed maid let out a whimper of longing and need as she saw herself cut off from the bliss she had anticipated, mere seconds before reaching it.

“Ah, n-no!” she gasped in her desire. “M-mistress... please, I... I’m so close...”

“Have you forgotten, my maid?” Trixie said slyly. “This is your punishment... If you want to come, you will have to earn it... And,” she quickly added, “I forbid you from touching yourself without my express permission, of course.”

By now Twilight was shaking beyond her own capacity for control, her knees weak as the area between her legs had turned to mush, her entire mind, her entire body, shaking in anticipation of a release that did not come. “Please... please...” Twilight said between ragged intakes of breath. “L-let me earn it... let me earn it, mistress... please...”

Trixie flashed her a victorious smile, as she moved away from the table, pulling Twilight along. She let herself fall onto the nearest sofa, pushing Twilight down to her knees on the floor in front of her, as she lay back and spread her legs to reveal her own glistening pussy lips.

“Now,” she said as she reached forward and put a hoof on the back of Twilight’s head, “worship your mistress...”

Twilight realised what she was getting at right away, and, driven by her own longing, she quickly lowered her head and licked her mistress’s soaked lips. She did so tentatively at first, but she soon got into it, hungrily feasting upon Trixie’s sex in an effort to please her that was equal parts self-interest, immersion into her role, and honest lust.

Trixie let out a moan, before she licked her lips at the delicious sight of Twilight between her legs. “Ah... yes... such enthusiasm... You’ll make mistress very, mmm... very happy with that tongue of yours, won’t you?”

“Yes mistress...” Twilight said, before leading her tongue between Trixie’s inner and outer lips, going all around the mare’s slit, before gently trapping one of those inner folds between her own lips and tugging on it softly. Trixie let out a cry of pleasure, and encouraged by her success as well as the heady scent of Trixie’s flower--which slowly overtook her senses--she finally dug in hungrily.

As Twilight plunged her tongue into Trixie’s depths, the other mare tangled her hooves into the librarian’s mane, keeping her head buried into her quivering pussy. “Ah yes... yes! Keep going! T-Trixie... is not letting you, ungh... not l-letting you go... until her--ah!--until her approval i-is... all over your face...”

Twilight’s own body shook with excitement as she licked deep into Trixie’s quivering depths. Her own desire hung almost palpably in the air, and she felt like it would overpower her and sweep her away any minute. She slid a hoof down towards her own cunt on multiple occasions, but she stopped with a shudder of willpower every time she caught herself doing so; she had agreed to play the role and gotten a direct command, which she thus could not break, and even without that her mind did not wish to jeopardise the release that she would no doubt be rewarded with after her services.

Trixie’s head started to bob back against the sofa, as her love tunnel quivered and contracted around Twilight’s tongue. Her hips started to move outside of her control, as she rode herself up against Twilight’s face, keeping her securely pressed into her wetness. Twilight knew her well enough to know she was nearing her peak, and she slid her tongue up to playfully curl around her mistress’s clit.

That caused the mare to start shaking beyond control, and as Twilight started to suck upon her button, she passed the point of no return.

“Yess! Oh Twilight, yes!” Trixie screamed as she came, her juices squirting out as she rode herself against Twilight’s face, the temporary maid licking and sucking to lap up as much as she possibly could.

At long last Trixie let go of her, sinking back into the sofa to try and catch her ragged breath. Twilight herself took a few deep breaths as well, but she found it incredibly difficult to remain still as her mind and body still burned for release, the desire slowly driving her mad with lust. Seeing Trixie enjoy the blissful afterglow that she herself had just been denied didn’t help at all, and if they had been on equal footing at that time she’d have pounced upon her marefriend without a second thought.

“Hah... hah...” Trixie panted. “N-not bad, my love... not bad. Perhaps you have... earned your reward...”

“Yes, yes please...” the purple unicorn begged pathetically from her position upon the floor, her face still dripping with Trixie’s juices.

The maid turned mistress smiled, having finally caught her breath. “You know that spell you used to give yourself a cock before?”

“Y-yes mistress?”

“Use it. On me.”

Twilight began casting the spell without hesitation, her mind almost getting ahead of itself in its desire to complete it, as Trixie could only have one possible use in mind. As soon as she started casting the spell upon her marefriend a blue cock began forming to replace the folds of the mare’s pussy, and Trixie gasped when a rush of sensations swept through her body. By the time Twilight finished her mistress was in the possession of a sizeable stallionhood, even though it still lay against her belly in a flaccid state.

“Amazing,” Trixie whispered, “that looked a lot easier than I had imagined.” She touched a hoof to her new cock gently, and shuddered. “Mmmmm, so strange...”

The sight of the cock made Twilight pant out of pure desire, her drooling cunt quivering with the need to be filled. She had thought her lust unbearable before, but nothing could have prepared her for what she now felt coursing through her veins.

“Get it hard,” Trixie commanded, and as soon as she uttered the last word Twilight reached forward, softly taking the majestic instrument which she hoped would soon deliver her salvation. She stroked it softly and swirled her tongue around the tip, and soon Trixie’s mast erected itself under her ministrations, accompanied by moans and gasps of pleasure. Seen from that close and at that angle, Twilight finally got a good idea of the size of it all, and she had to admit a certain sense of nervousness even as the fire in her loins burned unabated.

“Mmmm... enough, my little toy... it’s time to properly try out your body.” She pointed at the ground behind Twilight. “Head low, plot high and legs wide when you present that hot little buckhole to your mistress.”

Twilight threw herself down upon her forehooves, just as Trixie had commanded, and lifted her rear up as high as it would go, spreading her legs as much as she could without losing too much height. Her breathing came in ragged, excited gasps as Trixie stood up and pushed aside Twilight’s tail, taking a long look at Twilight’s slot as the librarian’s juices practically ran down her leg.

Trixie put her front hooves upon the purple unicorn’s plot and stood herself up on her hind legs, her newly acquired cock swinging up and down until she pressed the tip against Twilight’s hot snatch. The mare immediately let out a longing moan, as Trixie got herself used to the unfamiliar feeling of having something long and hard connected underneath her by sliding it up and down against Twilight’s quivering folds.

“Mmmmmistresss...” Twilight begged. “I can’t... I can’t think... I- I need it... I need you... mistress... oh please...”

Trixie smiled and then, without warning, she suddenly plunged forward, her entire, massive length burying itself into Twilight easily, as her cunt was already as ready as it could possibly be, and even more slippery than that. The purple unicorn’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as pleasure exploded behind her eyes. Her earlier nervousness was completely gone, as Trixie’s maremeat felt incredible inside of her, even though it was more accurate to say that she’d been “impaled” rather than simply “entered”.

Trixie threw her head back as she slipped in, letting out a long moan until she felt the tip of her cock bump against the very depths of Twilight’s love channel. She leaned down over the mare, pressing her stomach against the librarian and pulling back her head by softly tugging on her mane with a hoof, allowing her to whisper into Twilight’s ears as she rotated her hips slightly, keeping Twilight on edge and gasping for more as she nestled inside.

“Ahhh... it’s different, but good... so good... Trixie feels very great and powerful in this position, she can see how it’d be easy to get a bit... wild in this situation,” she whispered, referring to the first time Twilight had mounted her with the spell, which had been a very rough form of love making indeed. “Mmmmm... should Trixie show you more compassion, having been in your shoes? Ahn... But I think,” she said as a mischievous glint played in her eyes and pulled on the corners of her mouth, “that Trixie shall be showing you no mercy...”

“Ungh... I... I don’t n-need mercy...” Twilight moaned as she pushed back with her front hooves, trying to get even more of Trixie inside, “I n-need bucking!”

A grin split Trixie’s face as she moved her hips back until only a third of her meat was still inside, before she slammed straight down into the mare again. Twilight’s cunt made lecherous squelching sounds as Trixie repeated the act over and over, working out a rhythm that started out slow, but which quickly picked up speed. In stark contrast with her words, the pace Trixie set--while fast--wasn’t rough or “merciless” at all, and Twilight’s entire body shook under the pleasure that had come at last, as she pushed back against every thrust with a fervour that nopony who knew her outside of the bedroom would have believed. All rational thoughts had fled her mind, and her world was composed of one thing and one thing only: Trixie’s magnificent rod, ramming into her over and over.

The new mistress herself moaned and gasped as her hips almost took on a life of their own. Pleasure warped and twisted her thoughts and perception, and she fought to retain at least a semblance of control over her base instinct to just rut the buck out of Twilight without thought; she wasn't quite done with this episode of her vengeance yet, but only with something akin to a focused mind could she possibly pull the next step off.

The walls of Twilight’s slot pulsated and contracted around her, trying to draw her in deeper and deeper as their flesh collided with every thrust.

“Ohhh Celestiaaaa...” Twilight moaned loudly, coming closer to an orgasm that hadn’t been far off to begin with because of her highly excited state. “Yes! Yes! So... so close... Finally, I... ahn!”

But Trixie had been expecting it, and in truth she did not even need Twilight’s words to tell her that the mare was close--the sudden quivering and contracting of her cunt was more than enough. At once she slowed her thrusts and changed the rhythm, which quickly broke the build up within Twilight in a way that a stallion would perhaps have found hard to comprehend. The librarian let out a cry of frustration that was quickly broken off by another series of gasps and moans as Trixie once again increased the pace. She hadn’t been rough or particularly selfish before, but this time she pounded away at Twilight’s snatch as if she was nothing more than a life-sized, luxurious sex doll, designed only to hold a comfortable sheath for Trixie’s cock.

Despite that, the pleasure quickly overtook Twilight’s mind once more, as she was wet and relaxed enough to take the abuse without much problem, and perhaps a small and secret compartment of her mind even got off to it exactly because of how rough and primal it was. But Trixie--whose buildup of pleasure had not suffered under the changes in pace at all--was far closer to orgasm than Twilight. She continued to rut away at the other mare, until suddenly another series of contractions--a good sign that Twilight’s own orgasm was, if not close, then at least not that far off--sent her straight over the edge of her own pleasure. She threw her head back as her entire body shook and shuddered, her steady rhythm broken down to a number of rough, hard jerks of the hips as she shot rope upon rope of sticky hot spunk into Twilight’s quivering cunt. She thrust in a last time with something that held the middle between a sigh and a groan, and then Twilight finally realised something had happened, as Trixie’s cock slowly softened and then slipped out of her, leaving the hot cum that Twilight could now clearly feel inside of herself to slowly seep out from her cunt.

Still her mind couldn’t fully comprehend it at first, but then she slowly started to shake in frustration, her mind going mad with lust, longing and a need that was even greater than it had been before. Three times had her body believed release was near, and each time she had been fooled. The spunk that coated the walls of her cunt and trickled down from it served as a constant reminder that Trixie had achieved that pinnacle of pleasure that she had been denied, and that knowledge overwhelmed her. She needed to come, her body demanded it with an insistence that was akin to an addict’s need for drugs, yet this craving burned with an intensity all its own, which was perhaps less harmful, but the fact that her needs were not met despite of that made it even more maddening.

“Lie on your back,” Trixie commanded before Twilight’s confused and frustrated mind could make her formulate a coherent thought of her own.

Twilight had remained in the same position up to that point, perhaps thinking, hoping that Trixie would thrust back into her at any second. Upon hearing the command, she quickly rolled her shaking body onto its back, as a little voice inside of her head whispered that obedience was the only chance she still had at getting her itch scratched without breaking her promise from before. Her new love bite was clearly visible in that position, and Trixie looked at it with amusement. As Twilight’s eyes affixed themselves to Trixie’s half-erect penis, a feeling of hope and desire exploded behind her eyes. She remembered something she had told Trixie once, when she had explained how the spell reacted to the needs of the user: “Well, since it’s still there, I’m obviously not quite done with you yet.”

“Mistress, please... please let me come... I need to... need to, s-so badly... please...”

“My, my,” Trixie said teasingly, “what a silly little maid you are. Your mistress gives you what you want, and still you don’t manage to get yourself off in time...”

“B-but... t-that’s not...” Twilight began to protest, but she realised quickly enough that accusing Trixie of the things they both knew she had done would certainly lead somewhere, but definitely not somewhere she wanted to go.

“Oh well,” Trixie said with an artificial sigh, “if you’re really such a naughty, insatiable little maid, then how can Trixie, as your kind and gracious mistress, say no? So are you like that, Twilight? Hmmm?”

“Hah, y-yes!” the purple unicorn said breathlessly. “I’m insatiable, naughty... I... I need mistress’s cock... please, I’m a naughty little whore... p-please...”

“Very well,” Trixie said as she stepped forward, her back legs astride Twilight’s chest, “get your mistress hard once again... and then she’ll give you one last chance.”

She bowed through her legs, and Twilight lifted up her head to reach the cock that she desired so. She wasted no time with little licks or her hooves that time, but simply parted her lips and took it into her mouth, sucking frantically as her head bobbed back and forth, her already feverish mind getting inflamed even more by the enticing mix of her own juices and Trixie’s spunk upon her tongue. Many a shudder ran through Trixie’s body like electricity, and she blessed the spell for the superior recovery time it seemed to possess compared to its natural counterpart. But then again, she mused, there are very simple spells for that, too...

She grew hard within Twilight’s throat in the course of mere seconds, and Twilight’s frantic and diligent sucking felt so good all around her that for a moment she considered just letting herself go and finishing inside of the maid’s eager mouth. It would perhaps have been interesting to see her struggle with her lust for the next part of the day and night, and to discover what depravities her desperation would bring her to accept in the following day, but Trixie pushed those thoughts aside with a sigh. Twilight was her marefriend, and although Trixie was thoroughly enjoying her payback she loved the mare deeply; she was willing to go quite far in her control of Twilight’s orgasm, but she knew she couldn’t get it over her heart to deny her release completely.

She stepped back and her rod popped from Twilight’s mouth, a single strand of spittle connecting it for a brief moment as Twilight’s eyes burned with the feverish excitement she felt inside.

“Such a good little maid,” Trixie cooed as she pressed her body up against Twilight’s and readied her member against the mare's entrance for the second time that day.

Twilight opened her mouth to beg once again, but Trixie didn’t let her as she pressed her lips against the other mare’s and invaded her mouth with her tongue, simultaneously invading her gooey depths with her rock hard shaft. Twilight returned the kiss hungrily, and her legs wrapped around Trixie in order to steady her shaking and shuddering body. The blue unicorn thrust into her quivering snatch relentlessly, and Twilight bucked up her hips like a mare possessed, her plot bumping against the floorboards underneath her every time, but she didn’t care; all she cared about was coming, and she’d suffer her fair share of bruises if it meant bringing that moment even a little closer.

Twilight arched her back and Trixie took full advantage, bucking her with quick, even strokes that caressed the most sensitive places of the mare’s being. Trixie’s horn lit up for a single moment as she lightly caressed Twilight’s swollen clit, but for the soaking purple unicorn that was all that was needed.

“Ah, TRIXIE!” she managed to shout before her orgasm reduced her to a quivering bundle of nerve endings that could not utter any intelligible words. Trixie felt her marefriend contract and pulsate, as she came around her cock with a force that put all previous orgasms either one of them had experienced to shame. Trixie’s breath was ragged with excitement as she pounded and pounded into Twilight’s convulsing flesh, determined to ride out her marefriend’s orgasm to its very conclusion. But the moment Twilight’s cries started to abate a new wave of ecstasy shot through her, as her first orgasm was followed by another, and then another: an unstoppable cascade of pleasure, which made her scream out Trixie’s name over and over again.

Eventually Twilight’s body was spent and she lay limply on the floor, her body moving around like a ragdoll as Trixie bucked her silly. But her mistress’s own final orgasm was near as well, and with one final, powerful thrust she drove her rod home, pumping Twilight’s already flooded womb full with her spunk, which thus spilled out around Trixie’s cock.

The two of them both remained motionless like that for several minutes, panting with exhaustion as Trixie’s penis shrunk and finally disappeared completely, leaving even more room for cum to flow from Twilight’s still shaking folds.

Trixie pressed a gentle kiss upon the purple unicorns lips, and Twilight returned it weakly, smiling lovingly.

“Mmmm... Trixie hopes that helped teach you a lesson...”

“Oh yes... oh yes, mistress,” Twilight replied breathlessly, “it certainly has...”

Trixie grinned mischievously. “But perhaps not the lesson Trixie intended...”

“Perhaps not, mistress,” Twilight conceded with a smile.

They remained within each other’s hooves for a while longer, blissfully nuzzling against each other and sharing soft, tender kisses. But eventually Trixie stood up, as they could hardly keep lying on the floor when the day was only slightly past half-spent.

“You will have to clean up here, my maid. Oh, and Trixie just remembered... When we cleaned up all the books yesterday, Applejack helped out. But Trixie later noticed she had gotten the placement of the books all wrong. Trixie had planned to fix that today, but as you kept Trixie busy in the kitchen and with long-distance travel...” she shrugged. “You’re the maid now, you do it. Oh, and dinner! Don’t forget about dinner. Trixie thinks you’ll need to go to the market first, though... Show off that cute little mark of yours, won’t you?” She gave Twilight’s love bite a little lick as the maid stood up, and Twilight shuddered under the strange sensation. “But Trixie will leave your poor body alone aside from that... at least until tomorrow.” Her lascivious smile made Twilight feel she already had something very specific in store.

“Yes mistress,” she said with a drawn-out sigh; it’d be a long day, and she felt considerably spent already, but she had to admit that some part of her wished that tomorrow had already come.

“But first, let us take a bath.”

“Us?” Twilight blinked. “Together? Uh, I mean: Together, mistress? But our tub isn’t big enough to-”

“Please,” Trixie said with a cocky smile, “Do you truly believe the Great and Powerful Trixie, who can set up a stage with but a single thought, does not have at least one trick to make a simple wooden tub big enough for two? Come. You will scrub Trixie’s back first.”

Twilight giggled and followed after Trixie. “Yes mistress!” she said merrily, as she contemplated the wonders of the world, which could make one day feel dark and lonesome, when the next day featured taking a bath together with the mare you loved.