Of Maids and Mistresses

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Applejack stood at the end of the path that lead away from Sweet Apple Acres, staring off into the sky. From the position of the sun, she could tell that evening was fast approaching; she wouldn’t have to wait for much longer...

A cyan streak took off from the clouds in the distance, racing towards AJ’s position. The farmpony knew that its destination was somewhere behind her, yet she waited patiently. As she had expected, Rainbow Dash slowed down as soon as she spotted her, and landed elegantly upon the bridge.

“Applejack!” she said as she landed. “Look, I’m sorry I missed our run this week, but I... uh... I had a lot on my mind, and I want to make it up to you, but right now I got to dash, so-”

Applejack smiled. “It’s alright, Dash. Ya can make it up to me some other time, Ah’m in no hurry. Besides,” she said with a wink, “Ah was invited by Trixie too.” She started walking over the bridge towards the river bank the library was on, leaving Dash standing with an open mouth. “Aren’t you coming?” she called back over her shoulder.

The pegasus shook off her surprise and took off after Applejack, coming to walk beside her. “Wait, you mean you’re... and you know what we... ?”

“Eeee-yup,” Applejack mimicked her brother’s favourite word. “She told me.”

“But... I... you... I didn’t know you were also... Well, you know...” the normally so confident Rainbow Dash stumbled over her words, and she almost missed a step as a bright blush appeared on her cheeks.

Applejack shrugged. “‘s all the same to me, Dash. Life on the farm can be tough, especially for younger ponies. Ah had some... rebellious and experimental phases, Ah guess you could say.”

“Ah.” Dash blinked. “But I’m not sure if...”

“Ah hope you’re not too afraid of a lil’... competition, are ya Dash? Ah know this is all a bit new to you, so if you’re feeling a mite too afraid and inexperienced, Ah’m sure Ah can go somewhat easy on y-”

“Now wait a minute!” the pegasus said as she took to the air, flying in front of Applejack to cut off her path, poking the mare’s chest with a hoof. “I’m not afraid of anything or anypony, inexperienced or not! I was born a natural athlete, and this, uh... stuff,” she said, still slightly embarrassed, “qualifies as well, so you better believe I’m going to be good at it.”

Applejack smiled slyly as she walked past Dash. “Alrighty, if that’s what you want... just don’t claim Ah didn’t warn you when you lose.”

“Heh, we’ll see Applejack... just you wait. Piece of cake.”

They continued their back and forth arguing as they walked, even after they arrived at the library. So embroiled were they in their discussion, that neither one of them remembered to knock, or even so much as suggested that they go inside; however, after a while the door was opened from the inside.

“Ah, there you are,” Trixie said, cutting through their debate. “What are you two standing outside for? Didn’t Trixie ask you to be in the library by the time we agreed upon?” She looked from one to the other.

“Well, yes-”

“We were just-”

Trixie raised a hoof to silence them both. “Inside, now. Before Twilight comes back down.”

The showmare lead by example as she retreated deeper into the library, paying little heed to her two guests, trusting them to follow her with a confidence that one could only acquire after years of being the centre of attention. That almost seemed like a different life to her now, but the experiences were still there in her mind, ready to be called upon when needed. Applejack and Rainbow Dash proved that they hadn’t lost their touch, as they finally stopped their bickering and quickly headed inside, closing the door behind themselves.

Trixie lead them to the centre of the library, where a comfortable sofa had been placed in front of the centre table, which was laden with several beverages.

“Make yourself at home,” Trixie said as she poured a red drink for each of her two guests, “it may take a few moments for the... ‘entertainment’ to make it down here.”

“So, does Twi know we’re here?” Applejack asked as she accepted the cup Trixie floated in her direction, even as Dash did the same with the cup that was offered to her.

“She knows Trixie invited somepony for tonight, but she doesn’t know who it is, or what to expect.” A sly smile spread across Trixie’s lips. “But she has her suspicions, of course.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, Trixie could tell... she had that look... That look which tells Trixie she’s nervous, perhaps even scared, but also excited at the same time.” She paused, staring off into the distance. “How could that not make Trixie’s blood boil?”

“Ah see... Ah think,” Applejack said before she took a sip. “Huh, what’s this? Looks a tad like tomato juice, but it ain't...”

Trixie waved dismissively. “An alcoholic beverage from Canterlot, very popular and quite suited to the occasion.”

Applejack took another sip, and nodded. “Not bad.”

During all this, Rainbow Dash remained uncharacteristically silent as she sat quietly in the sofa, holding her cup between her hooves. Occasionally she shivered slightly, and she was staring blankly into space.

“Nervous?” Trixie whispered into her ear as she laid down beside her on the sofa. “You don’t need to be... it’ll be just like last time, but better... Come, relax, drink something.”

Dash nodded distractedly, as she took a sip. “I know, it’s just... I’ve never gone somewhere with the express purpose of... you know...” She looked at her cup for a moment, and then suddenly downed the remainder in one gulp.

Trixie smiled mischievously, as she filled Dash’s cup again. “It’ll be fine, Trixie promises.”

Dash’s drink didn’t last long that time either, and Trixie took both her and Applejack’s empty cups and put them away on the table.

“Is it just me,” Applejack suddenly asked, “or is it rather hot in here?”

“I... yeah,” Rainbow Dash concurred.

Both of them had a blush on their cheeks, and their breathing was slightly more ragged than before. A feeling of restlessness slowly came over them as they fidgeted around in place, a sensation rising in their stomach that they couldn’t quite place. By contrast, Trixie remained quite calm, a smug look on her face.

“Obviously, the anticipation is getting to you two,” she said.

“No.” Applejack shook her head. “This feels like... like...” Her eyes grew wide. “You put something in those drinks!”

Trixie grinned. “Of course not, Trixie would never!” She winked. ”It’s the drink itself. As I said, it’s very popular, and for a good reason... It’s called ‘Desire’, very suitable, no? Adds a little fun to the party.”

“You sneaky...”

“Relax, it’ll be fun!” Trixie assured the farmpony. “It’ll only be uncomfortable for a little bit.”

“Oh Celestia,” Rainbow Dash said with a moan, as she started rubbing her hind legs together, her body shaking slightly. “Wait, why didn’t you drink any yourself, if... ?”

“Oh, trust Trixie... Twilight is all the stimulant Trixie needs... She doesn’t need anything else to keep up the pace.” She leaned in closer to the pegasus mare again and whispered into her ear. “But you will, if Trixie has any say in it...”

Dash wanted to reply, but as she turned her head towards Trixie, the unicorn suddenly moved in for a kiss. It was filled with passion and fire, and--fueled by the effects of the alcohol and the aphrodisiac in her veins--Dash returned it hungrily. Applejack’s eyes feasted upon the scene, for even though she had only drank half of what Rainbow Dash had, in her case there were no nerves to diminish and dull the effect. One of her hooves started sneaking down her body, when they suddenly got interrupted by the sound of somepony coming down the stairs. Trixie and Dash broke off their kiss, and Applejack kept herself in check for a while longer.

“M-mistress?” Twilight’s voice came from just outside of sight. “I put it on, like you asked, and it fits alright, but it’s so... I feel so... do I have to wear it?”

When she finally came into view both Applejack and Rainbow Dash gasped for breath, and Trixie let out an appreciating whistle; Trixie had commanded Twilight to put on one of her maid outfits, and although it didn’t fit the librarian as well as it did the showmare, the effect was still quite stunning--especially when backed up by the embarrassed look upon Twilight’s face. It was as revealing as ever, and as soon as Twilight saw who was gathered there she let out a little yelp and tried to retreat back up the stairs.

“No. Come here,” Trixie commanded plainly, the two ponies besides her still staring their eyes out.

Twilight hesitated for a moment, but then she finally came down gingerly, walking over to the sofa as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She stopped in front of Trixie, shaking slightly. ‘Y-yes mistress? W-what can I d-do for you?” She glanced at Applejack and Dash, and raised an eyebrow questioningly as she noticed the effects of the aphrodisiac, which she couldn’t quite place. Their appreciative looks made her even more nervous, though.

Trixie shook her head. “Not for Trixie, for all of us.” She smiled mischievously. “You will do whatever our guests desire of you... and Trixie thinks she knows what they want...”

“O-oh?” Twilight said shakily as Dash stepped out of the sofa, approaching her with a lustful look in her eyes.

“They will do as they please. Consider it your apology.”

For the next hour or so they did indeed have their way with the mare, and although her subservient position was somewhat humiliating at first, Twilight had to admit there were worse ways to apologise in. The other three really worked her body to its limits, and by the time they were done Twilight herself had closed her eyes and--apart from the shuddering of her body--remained unmoving. The surprisingly steady rising and falling of her chest suggested that she had promptly fallen asleep, and Trixie smiled.

It seemed like everypony was quite satisfied.

“Well,” she told the other two as they stood around awkwardly, “shall we head to the other room then? Trixie had some food and refreshments prepared for you.”

“Should we, like... wake her up?” Dash asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Nonsense! She’ll be fine, you’ll see. Trixie guarantees it.” She started pushing the two of them in the direction of the other room, and although they hesitated at first it only took them one look at the food Twilight had prepared to realise they had worked up quite an appetite, and following that realisation they left the room willingly.

Trixie quickly sped back to Twilight’s side, smiling down at her lovingly and caressing her cheek gently with a hoof. Her horn began to glow as she pushed a pillow underneath the mare’s head--taking care not to wake her up--and covered her with one of the blankets Twilight kept around in case she needed to work while up late on a cold night. She leaned forward and kissed her cheek softly, and Twilight murmured happily in her sleep.

“Rest now, Trixie will wake you soon...” She caressed the other unicorn’s hair one last time, before she walked off to join her guests, pausing briefly at the door to throw a look back at Twilight’s sleeping figure, before she silently closed the door behind her.

***

It was already getting quite dark by the time Applejack and Rainbow dash finally left the library, and they walked along the path towards their homes together; technically speaking it wasn’t necessary for Dash to walk anywhere at all, but it seemed like the friendly thing to do. On top of that, there was still one matter they had left unresolved...

“So, Trixie didn’t give us time to ask Twilight about it,” Dash began as they left the village, “but I think it’s still obvious enough who won.”

Applejack nodded. “Ah hear ya, for once in our lives we actually agree!”

“So you think... ?”

“Yup!”

They stopped and nodded at one another, before saying at the same time: “I won!” “Ah won!”

The two mares blinked in the rapidly thickening darkness, both unsure if whether or not they had heard the other correctly.

“No way!” the pegasus finally blurted out. “You can’t be serious AJ, it was clear that-”

“Oh come on! Didn’t you hear her grunt every time Ah thrust in? Obviously-”

“Even I could feel those thrusts, you’re way too rough! What she needed was speed and finesse, and I-”

They went on like that for a while longer, both trying to convince the other of their own victory by quoting reactions--real or imagined--Twilight had had to their actions. They didn’t get anywhere, and soon the argument strayed from the actual topic.

“You always do this,” Dash claimed grumpily. “You always claim you’ve won when it’s clear to everypony that I was the real winner!”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Applejack asked grumpily, as she stepped closer to Dash.

“What if I am?” The cyan pegasus approached as well.

“Then Ah suggest you take it back!” Another step was taken towards the other mare, their heads now close enough to clearly make out every detail of their face, despite the shroud of darkness all around them.

“Oh yeah? Make me!” Their foreheads bumped into each other as they pushed their heads together, staring angrily into each other’s eyes.

They remained like that for several moments, both too stubborn to give up any ground, and neither of them really knowing what else to say. Then, suddenly, they both swung a forehoof at the other mare, but instead of trying to punch each other they fell to the ground in a messy tangle of legs.

They rolled over the grass on the side of the road, and when they finally came to a halt they were clinging onto each other, their tongues wrestling in a way that was altogether less violent than the fight they had barely avoided. Finally, they broke off the kiss and panted, and both of them had a look of surprise on their face; as if they had only just met, seeing each other for the frist time. They pressed themselves against each other a bit more closely, as it became apparent that they both liked what they saw.

“Y-you know...” Dash squeaked uncertainly. “There’s still a way t-to find out who’s best... without Trixie or T-Twilight...”

“Ah, yeah... Ah s’ppose you’re right... Do... do you want to?” Applejack asked breathlessly.

Dash nodded, unable to get the answer across her lips, but then they both broke into a smile.

“Your place?” Applejack asked.

“Only if you’ve learned to fly,” Dash said as she mockingly raised an eyebrow.

“Oh... Ah haven’t,” Applejack was forced to admit with a blush; for some reason she just couldn’t think straight.

“Your place, then?”

“No, with Big Mac, Granny and Applebloom there... Oh!” she suddenly cried out, as she stood up and pulled Dash to her hooves. “Ah know! The treehouse!”

“Wha- Surely we can’t... ?”

“Ya chicken, Dashie?” the earth pony called back mockingly as she ran off in the direction of the orchard.

“Hey! Nopony calls me chicken!”

As Dash gave chase, their carefree laughter echoed throughout the night, following them all the way to their destination. They did indeed repeat their competition there in private, just between the two of them. Afterwards, they once again disagreed about the victor, only this time both of them insisted that it was the other who had won. To reach a verdict once and for all, they were forced to have a rematch a few days later; it was to be the first of many.

They never would reach a conclusion, even though they competed against each other for the rest of their long and happy lives.

***

When Twilight opened her eyes, the first thing she saw were the flames dancing merrily in the hearth in front of her. It took her but a moment to realise someone had transported her to the bedroom upstairs, where she was lying on her belly upon a soft rug underneath a cozy blanket. As she glanced to the right she saw the maid’s outfit she’d been wearing--neatly folded--and when she looked to the left she found she was staring right into Trixie’s loving eyes.

The showmare cuddled up to her under the blanket, and nuzzled her face against Twilight’s neck. “Trixie hopes you had a nice nap...”

“O... oh yes, mistress,” Twilight began, but Trixie instantly raised a hoof from under the blanket and shook her head.

“Enough of that, Trixie tires of it... My last command as your mistress is to end our deal prematurely. You’re no longer my maid.” She smiled lovingly, as she turned her head to seek out Twilight’s lips. “You’re just my marefriend now...”

The kiss was passionate but brief, as Twilight still felt quite tired despite her nap, and she was quickly out of breath. “Mmmm... so that’s it? Revenge complete, score settled?”

“Yes,” Trixie grinned, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “You’re not disappointed, I hope... Trixie found you to be very... enthusiastic at times.”

Twilight laughed. “Oh Celestia no, not disappointed at all! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I had fun being your maid at times, and the three of you... well... it wasn’t bad, but... I can feel myself getting sore already, and I won’t be surprised if I’m forced to walk a bit funny in the morning...” She shrugged. “It’s just not for me...”

Trixie nodded. “You were a lousy maid. Cute,” she quickly added when Twilight wanted to protest, “sexy, and very... willing.” She winked. “But Trixie just doesn’t think you can pull it off, you don’t give off the right feeling... Perhaps you’re just not a very good actor.”

“Well hey, standing on a stage and acting is your talent, not mine!” she giggled. “You never had these complaints when I was the mistress, though.”

“Well, you were a good mistress... That is to say... Hmmm... what Trixie means is... you played the role well, even if you messed up your priorities and responsibilities a bit. Probably a better mistress than Trixie... Trixie just imitated some of your actions and threw them all together, and even then she’s already sick of it. Trixie doesn’t need to be the mistress to get you or any other pony to do what she wants, though.” She winked at Twilight mischievously, and perhaps just a teensy bit arrogantly.

“Heh, well, maybe...” Twilight reluctantly admitted. She looked at the maid’s outfit next to her, and then at the fire. “We won’t be needing this anymore...” Her horn glowed as she picked up the bundle of clothes with her magic, intent on telekinetically casting them into the flames; however, before she could make her move she felt some other force fiercely resisting her, and as she lost her grip upon the costume it shot into Trixie’s protecting hooves.

“Are you insane?” Trixie hissed at Twilight. “You can’t destroy these! They’re Trixie’s.”

“Uh, but I thought, that you, you know,” the purple unicorn stumbled over her own words, “would like to have them removed? With all the... bad... memories... ?” Twilight fell silent, as Trixie shook her head after her every word.

“Did Trixie say they were bad memories? Maybe she liked it...”

Twilight’s mouth fell open. “But... I... What?”

The showmare shrugged. “Look... Trixie’s always on stage. Ponies look up to her, admire her, they bring her what they want even when the show is over... Trixie can remember what being a maid was like, and it’s... Well... Sometimes everypony needs a break, right? Only when you’re Trixie, taking a break isn’t as easy as getting off of the stage, so...”

“I... I don’t get it,” Twilight admitted. “What are you trying to sa-”

“Twilight Sparkle!” Trixie interrupted as she stood up, the blanket falling off of her as she looked down at Twilight with a stern look, towering above her. Despite that, a blush rapidly spread over her face. “A few days per week, Trixie will make you breakfast and wake you up while wearing this costume. She will feed you, and she will call you mistress. When that happens, you will treat Trixie like your maid for the rest of the day. You will take good care of her, but you... you...” her voice became a bit smaller, as she averted her gaze slightly, “you will also do whatever you... whatever you want with her.” Her eyes snapped back to Twilight’s, which were staring up at her in bewilderment. “Is that understood, Twilight Sparkle?”

“I... y-yes,” Twilight stuttered, momentarily taken aback by the sudden outburst, nodding frantically.

“Well, that’s... that’s if you want to, Trixie means...” she laid herself down and pulled the blanket over herself again, looking away out of pure embarrassment as her cheeks burned brightly.

Twilight lifted a hoof up to her mouth and giggled. “Oh, I do want to!” she admitted. “I... I liked being the mistress. A lot. Too much, perhaps... But with you healthy again to point out when I’m making mistakes, and with you just being your boastful self the other half of the time...” She smiled. “It can work! And I’ve already got ideas in store for you, ohohoho, believe you me: I do...”

A shiver ran down Trixie’s spine, but it was the good, wholesome kind. She turned back towards Twilight, and they both cuddled closer together as they basked in the warmth of the fire and their love for each other. “Oh, Trixie is so happy she met you, Twilight Sparkle... even if it was a bit of a bumpy ride...”

“Heh, yeah, tell me about it, and... Wait.” Realisation suddenly dawned on her. “If you didn’t dislike being a maid, then... Why did you have to have your revenge on me for it?” She furrowed her brow.

“Well... Trixie thought it it could be... fun.” She grinned at her marefriend wickedly.

“... You had me take all three of you at the same time because you ‘thought it could be fun.’?”

“Well... yes. And wasn’t it?”

Twilight grinned. “You’re insane...” They cuddled as their lips met once again, and Twilight curled up in Trixie’s hooves with a blissful sigh. “So what happens next?”

“Hmmm...” The showmare remained silent for a moment. “I guess it’s time for The Great and Powerful Trixie to get back on stage.”

“Uh oh. You think Ponyville is ready for that?”

“Nopony is ever truly ready for my most magical performance! But Trixie is ready for it...” She looked Twilight in the eye. “I hope you’re ready for it, too...”

The purple unicorn raised an eyebrow. “Me? Why would I have to be ready for your performance? It’s not that hard to watch.”

Trixie smiled as she stroked Twilight’s mane gently. “Oh, you’ll see, my love. You’ll see...”