Irony's Tale

*Guest Chapter written by exsnaggerwes*

*Trixie and Flash*

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“Trixie has been waiting for you. It's rude to keep a mare waiting.”

“Oh, sorry Trixie,” the golden pegasus replies from the door, “I just heard Irony come back and I--” He pauses. “What are you doing?” he asks the mare, who is positioning herself over the edge of the bed and waving her tail in rhythm with the ticking clock in the room. The blue unicorn is garbed in oversized striped stockings, a starry cape, and a pointed hat with a matching pattern to top it all off.

“Does her stallion like?” Trixie asks, giving her infamous taunting smirk.

“You know how I feel about you talking like that, and where did you even get that outfit? I've been here for long enough to know that nobody here cosplays.”

Trixie steps down from the bed, turning to face Flash, her expression never wavering. “Did the grand witch give you permission to ask questions? Did she ask how you felt about her mannerisms? Trixie doesn't think so,” she says, cupping his chin with a socked forehoof, her eyes narrowing. As she inches her muzzle closer to his, her eyes all but close as she whispers, “Chouchoutez-moi,” before giving him an affectionate nuzzle, “est-ce mieux?”

The stallion blushes in response, his feathers twitching and ruffling as he tries to return the loving embrace. Trying to keep his cool, Flash responds, “I can't understa-- unf!” He is cut off by Trixie's lips against his.

“C'est dommage, c'est une belle langue,” Trixie returns to nuzzling Flash, this time continuing down his neck and rubbing her body against his until her cutie mark touches his wingtip. His member begins to harden, and he extends his wing to stroke her rump.

“Trixie,” he moans under his breath.

“That's The Great and Powerful Trixie to you, peasant,” she lights her horn and disappears, reappearing on the bed, lying down. “Trixie is your queen, and only she may refer to herself in the familiar. Now that she has readied her stallion, the queen wishes to be pampered. The peasant stallion may approach,” she says, pointing her muzzle to the ceiling. Flash complies without speaking, pinning his wings to the side to hide his arousal. He puts a hoof on the bed and leans back, preparing to hop onto the bed. “Stop!” Trixie shouts, “What do you think you're doing? You can't just join The Great Trixie in bed! Get off.” Flash steps down, hanging his head in defeat. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will forgive her servant's mistake if he promises to ask permission next time.”

“I promise, my queen.”

“Good. Now, assist Trixie with her stockings. You may use whatever you deem necessary,” Trixie states, extending her hoof toward Flash's muzzle. Flash sits on his haunches and takes the offered hoof in his forehooves. He kisses the tip of her hoof first, working his way up until he reaches her blue fur, pointedly avoiding it. He lowers his muzzle down to the tip of her forehoof once more, avoiding eye contact the entire time. When he reaches the end, he carefully bites the edge of the sock and gave a gentle tug, pulling it completely off and discarding it on the floor. He watches as it dissolves into nothing, as if the carpet were absorbing it, and then returns to his submissive bow before Trixie.

“You've done well, stallion. You may continue.” Flash does the same with Trixie's other hoof, and this time, it disappears while still in his mouth.

“Does my queen wish for me to continue?” Flash asks.

“Not yet. How is her stallion feeling? Do not lie.”

Flash notices his fully erect wings and stallionhood, but responds verbally anyway, “He feels horny, my queen. He wishes to join The Great and Powerful Trixie in bed.”

Suddenly, a faint moan emanates from the far wall, and Flash swivels his ears toward it. Trixie and Flash notice the sounds of water running in the next room and look to the wall. Out of nowhere, a blue hoof meets Flash's muzzle, snapping his attention back to Trixie. “The Great and Powerful Trixie does not like to be ignored. It would behoove her servant to give her his full attention.”

“Yes, Great and Powerful Trixie, I am sorry. I don't know what I was thinking.”

Trixie raises her hoof, ready to smack Flash once more, “Trixie demands her stallion's full attention. Control your ears, or suffer Trixie's wrath!” Another moan can be heard through the wall, this time louder, and Flash's hardening member twitches in response. He forces his ear to face forward, and Trixie lowers her hoof to caress his muzzle. “Good stallion. Now, you may join Trixie in bed.”

Flash jumps into bed without hesitation, and is greeted by a loving kiss from Trixie. She wraps her hooves around his withers, and he begins to stroke her mane.

“mmmhh” Flash hears a moan, unsure of who it came from, but he twitches again nonetheless.

“Oui, Trixie loves it when you pet her mane like that,” she undoes the jewel tie on her cloak with her magic and tosses it across the room toward the sounds of more moans increasing in volume. “Why don't you put that sexy muzzle of yours to good use, and give Trixie's mane a little tug?”

“Yes!”

Flash flinches, hearing the cries of his sister in the next room. He becomes uncomfortable, trying not to think of what Irony is doing while simultaneously growing more aroused at the thought. Attempting to focus, he grabs a mouthful of silvery hair, and pulls. Trixie's head jerks back, and she lets out a cry of delight.

“aahhh!”

Trixie leans away from Flash, still resting her forelegs on his shoulders, and spreads her back legs apart, exposing her glistening slit. Flash continues pulling on her mane, relishing in the moans while allowing his hooves to wander over his marefriend's body. His hooves reach Trixie's cutie marks, and he gropes her rump hard, pulling her closer until his fully erect cock is rubbing against her barrel.

“mmfff”

“ahh”

“yes!”

“oui!”

Flash's cock twitches with each successive moan and cry, itching for relief. Flash curses it each time, hating himself for every emotion he's feeling, but he doesn't slow down. He moves from her mane to her neck, switching between gentle nibbles and licks. He continues groping her rear, and begins grinding against her body.

“Flash, please,” Trixie moans.

“Trixie?”

Trixie lights her horn and her hat disappears. “What did The Great and Powerful Trixie tell you?” she asserts, “You shall not address your queen in such a way. Now, remove the rest of Trixie's garments.” She leans back, spreading her legs and displaying her soaked marehood to the stallion. “And don't even think about going further until Trixie tells you to.”

Flash reluctantly complies, whiffing the mixed scents of his own arousal with Trixie's and Irony's. His control doesn't fade, and he maintains his champion focus as he slowly works off the two remaining stockings.

Another moan resonates throughout the room. Flash releases a grunt as he sits up and eyes his marefriend maliciously.

“Lick your ruler clean, servant.”

Flash dives into Trixie's soaked cunt, greedily lapping up the steady stream of marecum. He licks her seeping slit and everywhere around it, not letting a single drop reach the bed. He even cleans over her ass, not wanting to miss any of it. All the while, two mares are moaning, and Flash's brain flips between the sexual experiences with his marefriend and all of the times he accidentally caught a glimpse of Irony. He tugs on Trixie's tail, getting a shout in response. “Fuck!” Unwilling, and unable, to curb his ever-growing arousal, Flash lets out a primal growl as he finishes servicing Trixie.

“You have served your sovereign well, young stallion. You may now have your way,” Trixie says with a wink, to which Flash wastes no time. He launches himself forward, penetrating the unicorn under him, eliciting a gasp that he hopes came from her. He plunges himself in and out of her harder and faster than he had ever before. The mare underneath him attempts to stifle her moans by biting onto a foreleg. He can tell she is enjoying herself, but he has also been holding it in for longer than she has. He feels himself getting closer to falling over the edge, and he presses on, not saying a single word.

His thrusts grow violent after a few minutes, but Trixie doesn't make him stop. Instead, she grins wider, as she hears the moans from the room next door. She can tell that both her stallion and the mare in the next room are approaching their peak, and Flash seems to be liking it.

Flash moans as he throws his head back, letting out a beastly groan, and hilts inside of Trixie, causing her insides to clamp down hard; holding him in and milking ounce after ounce of cum from him. Finally, he collapses on top of her, and they both pant heavily while they listen to Irony's moans die down.

“hnng”

“What?”

“She's still not done in there? My goodness, that mare must be more pent up than I was when you were gone.”

“Huh? Oh, you're back to talking normal again,” Flash sighs, rolling over to let Trixie reposition herself on the bed. They both lay at the foot of the bed, listening less intently to the moans coming from the bathroom. The water is still running, but after all of the moans and cries coming from that room and theirs, nopony in the house could have been oblivious to the fact that she was far from cleaning herself. “Wait, what do you mean by that? When was I gone?”

“Flash, you left us for a few days. Just before you got your cutie mark, you took off.”

“Oh right, then... Look Trixie, I'm sorry I freaked out like that. I had no right to storm off without an explanation, and you deserve better from me. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

Trixie brings a hoof to her chin and thinks for a moment, “Yes. You must pledge your undying loyalty to Trixie and promise to never leave her alone again.”

“Absolutely Trixie. You're the only mare for me, and I wouldn't think of--”

“One more thing,” Trixie starts, losing the confidence in her voice and looking at the floor. “You must forgive Tri- me for something I did while you were gone.”

This gives Flash pause, “What are you talking about?”

Trixie fidgets and stumbles over her words, “I was really pent up while you were gone. You don't know what it's like to be alone in a house full of horny ponies and be the only one without her stallion. Trixie was lonely.”

“I'm so sorry, Trixie. I didn't even think about it like that when--”

“Trixie is not finished. I… I mean I wasn't finished. I did something bad. I had sex with Irony.”

Lightning Flash chuckles and tries to dismiss it, but Trixie cuts him off again.

“I also had sex with Moon Shadow, and I think Dr. Ray.”

Flash's laughter suddenly turns to shock, “You did what? With all three of them?”

“I had sex with them, Flash,” Trixie blurts out, flinching at the end.

“First of all, how are you unsure if you had sex with Ray? Second,” Flash puts a hoof under Trixie's chin, trying to get her to look him in the eye, “I don't blame you.”

Trixie waits for him to continue, seeing that he doesn't seem to have any more to say, she tries to explain herself. “You don't blame me? I had sex with other ponies, and a human. I cheated, Flash. How can you not blame someone for doing that? I could have come with you. I could have waited, or masturbated, or anything else, but I cheated on you.”

“Trixie, this is difficult to say, especially for me, but have you seen Irony and Moon Shadow? You may not like this, but if I had any chance with them at all, I would be tapping that like a keg at a frat party. However, I'm an exception. The reasons I haven't done anything about it were because Irony was my brother, and Moon Shadow is her marefriend. Not only that, but she was a close friend of mine as well, and neither of them were any of those things to you.”

“But I was committed to you….”

“I would say that the circumstances have changed, wouldn't you? You didn't even know you were The Great and Powerful Trixie before, and you sure as hell didn't know who I was.”

“Trixie is unsure how she feels about what you're saying. Are you saying that you don't--”

“No!” Flash exclaims, panicked. “No, Trixie. I know I expressed disapproval of Trixie before, but that's changed. She's not the same pony that you are. Both of us have been through a lot; two lifetimes worth. And I like to think that we've grown and matured because of it. Trixie, I love you. All I'm saying is that I can't blame you for anything you did right after the transformation. We were both confused and disoriented, and I wasn't there for you. You don't need to apologize.”

“aahhh!” Trixie and Flash both look to the wall, then turn back to each other.

“So you're okay with what I did? You're not hurt?”

“No, Trixie. I love you, and as long as what you did doesn't take your feelings away from me, then I'm okay with anything.”

Trixie's eyes fill with tears and she latches her forelegs around Flash, “Trixie loves you too, Lightning Flash!”

“mmff, yes”

“Ugh, I envy her endurance,” Trixie muses aloud, “That mare could go for hours.”

“Okay, we need to set some boundaries. Please don't talk about my sister like that.”

“Trixie acknowledges your request, but Trixie is still horny.”

“Do you--”

“Silence! We shall go once more,” Trixie barks her orders before taking her stallion into a loving embrace and locking lips. “Trixie will take the lead this time.”

Lightning Flash complies, allowing himself to be gently guided onto his backside, stretching his wings flat onto the bed. From there, Trixie gives him a quick peck on the lips before making her way downward. She kisses his jaw and nips his ear, then neck. She uses her magic to pin his hooves above his head, and spread his back legs apart. Flash's member regains some of its former stiffness in anticipation.

The two ponies making love can still hear the moans from their companion in the next room, and do their best to either ignore it, or let it enhance the experience. Flash ignores it, while Trixie's vile mind plays out intricate fantasies where Irony would be in bed with them. As she takes Flash's hardening cock between her lips, she teases it with her tongue. Her nether regions moisten while the thought of Irony in her bipedal form cupping her thighs invades her psyche. She bucks her hips against the invisible mare, taking more of Flash's stallionhood into her mouth. Trixie sucks in her cheeks until they touch Flash's cock, then slowly releases pressure. She lets it slide out of her mouth, keeping her tongue on it the whole time.

She slowly licks, from the base of his shaft to the tip, as her imagined Irony caresses her cutie marks. Trixie's clitoris winks as Irony kisses each thigh, then teases her lower lips with her tongue. Her Irony's enthusiasm translates directly through her, into the stallion beneath her, as she takes his cock into her mouth even further until it touches the back of her throat. She fights back her reflex to reject it, and swallows, forcing it into her throat. She struggles to breathe, but doesn't stop. She uses her magic to stimulate herself while her imagined mare eats her out.

The scent of arousal in the room gets stronger with each passing second, beginning to impede their judgment. Trixie smells it, driving her mind into bliss, and bobbing her head up and down, taking labored breaths through her nostrils and taking in more of the scent. Flash senses it too, and starts feeling the same effects. This smell is different to him, however. It's not the same smell that pervaded the air in the room before. Yet, it is strangely familiar.

Suddenly realizing the scent is Irony's, his mind jumps into action, attempting to snap him out of his pheromone-induced frenzy, “Trixie, stop.”

“mmff rrt nnngggg”

“Trixie, please.”

Trixie slaps his ass hard with a hoof.

“Trixie…” at a loss, Flash tries to remember their talks before their first time having sex as ponies. They came up with a safe word in case either of them felt uncomfortable and other words might have been misinterpreted. “Screwdriver.”

“Hm?!” Trixie stops instantly, letting her magical hold on her partner fall and pulling herself off of him. “What's wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, it's just….”

“What's wrong, dear? I was only playing, you know I don't mean any of that, right?” Trixie asks, a look of genuine concern spread across her features.

“I can smell her, and it feels wrong. I'm sorry Trixie, but I can't continue right now.”

“Okay,” Trixie replies, laying her ears downward in disappointment and crawling up next to Flash.

“Please don't think that you were doing anything wrong, or that I don't want to be with you.”

“I understand. I can smell it too, and I know how you feel about it. Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?”

A warm smile makes its way across Flash's face, “You already have, Trixie. Thank you.” Flash shifts uncomfortably, trying to keep his cock away from the mare holding him. He tries to relax, but can't get the smell to go away. He buries his muzzle into Trixie's mane, but that doesn't work.

He tries to cover his nostrils with a pillow, but it's as if the scent is burned into his nose and won't leave. As all this happens, his boner gets stiffer, and all of his rationality starts to fail. He hears the moaning get louder and louder each time, knowing that the mare is approaching an orgasm. In his frenzied mind, he can't hold himself back and finally, he shoots off of the bed, using his wings to propel him, and gallops out the door as he hears a scream come from Irony as she hits her climax.

“Flash! Wait!” Trixie shouts futilely. The sounds of several sets of hooves hitting the floor can be heard simultaneously, two of those sets are galloping towards each other. Knowing where each is headed, Trixie teleports herself in front of Flash, only to be bowled over by a light blue pegasus from behind. From there, the two pegasi head for the same destination – the bathroom door – and try to shove each other aside to get there. “Lightning Flash!” Trixie scolds, but to no avail. “Flash!” she shouts again.

“I don't think that's going to work,” Mindy chimes in, “those two probably can't even hear us in their state.”

“Well, what are we supposed to do?”

The stallions go from shoving to standing on two hooves, using their forehooves to push against each other and grunting like wild animals.

“This seems familiar. Have we done this before?”

“Mindy! You're not helping,” Trixie tries to get between the stallions, forcing them away from each other with a force field. The field only lasts for a moment though, and instantly the stallions are back at it.

“I have the strangest sense of deja-vu,” Mindy says to herself.

“What's going on here?” Moon Shadow joins in, rubbing her eyes and trying to focus. “Wow,” she finally states when she sees Flash and Soarin get close to exchanging blows. Meanwhile Trixie continues to shout obscenities at Mindy, who doesn't seem to be hearing any of it.

“Mindy, snap out of it and help me!”

“Wha-? Oh yeah!” Mindy lights her horn, enveloping Soarin in a bubble, where he continues pounding on it from the inside trying to break out. Flash takes this opportunity to make a beeline for the door, where he's blown back once again by one of Trixie's force fields.

“Finally,” Trixie sighs as she wraps Flash up in his own bubble. “We can take care of these guys, Moon. Go in there and make sure Irony's okay.”

Moon Shadow hesitates in the hallway, watching as Soarin and Flash tire themselves out in their magical containment fields.

“Moon?”

“Yeah, sorry. I'm going,” Moon replies, opening the door to the bathroom with her magic to find Irony on the floor in her pony form.