Of Maids and Mistresses

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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...