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 dizzyness 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.

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. “You owe Trixie,” she whispered, “and Trixie knows how to settle the score...”

“H-how?” Twilight asked with some effort.

“You will be Trixie’s maid for a while...” she breathed 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 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.

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. “How would you deal with other ponies’ knowing--and sometimes disapproving--glances as they saw the mark? 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...”

She reached in to make prove it, and when she finally stopped to admire her work, 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. "Well then, shall we begin?"

Twilight wanted to ask "What with?" for a second, but in truth, it was already obvious enough.

Their love making was rough and explosive, as Trixie made use of her newly acquired position as the "mistress for a day" (or actually slightly more than that) to put Twilight through the same situations that Twilight had put her through before. But she only had a little over a day, and so she quickly realised that what she lacked for in time, she would have to make up for with insidious ingenuity.

For the entire encounter she kept Twilight near her peak, skilfully denying her her release throughout the entire session of domination. Only at the very end did she finally let the maid go, and they collapsed in each other's hooves.

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.