Of Maids and Mistresses

Disclaimer: This is the censored version of this chapter. If you already read the uncensored version, you will probably want to skip this. If you wish to read the uncensored version instead, go back a chapter.

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 their passion took over. They made love without paying any heed to the location or the possibility that Spike would return, and for both of them it was an enormous release, which they had not known for the longest time, be it due to wildly different reasons.

The little seed of affection they had both cherished for each other came to bloom shyly, mellowed to the tender light of their intimacy.

Finally, Trixie collapsed against Twilight’s chest, and 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...