A Gift of Control

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Sweetie Belle, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Trixie, Rarity, Sex
Length: 3009

Trixie gives Twilight the gift she's been wanting for a long while, with Rarity and Sweetie Belle coming along for the ride.

Twilight has been missing from her life, and on her birthday, Trixie finally pries it out of her. It's a bit of an odd request, but one Trixie specializes in, and Rarity and Sweetie Belle are even willing to help give Twilight some... relief.

Contains: Consensual Hypnosis, magical futas, sub/dom play

Commissioned by RK_JK_Striker_5

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Published 2017-09-12 00:10:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-12 00:10:06 UTC

A Wonderful Show

“So, what’s wrong?”

Twilight blinked for a moment as Trixie put her hooves up onto the table and leaned back in her chair. Until now, they’d been having a nice, relaxed lunch in Carousel Boutique with Rarity and Sweetie Belle. There was nothing that could possibly be wrong. It could mean that Trixie was assuming something, or setting up for some sort of joke. Either way, Twilight didn’t appreciate it.

Twilight took a sip of her tea before she responded with, “Nothing. What makes you think there might be?”

Trixie stretched herself out, putting her arms over her head as she arched her back. Her quite well endowed chest, tightly wrapped in a button up, tight, white shirt, made Twilight shift as she averted her eyes. Of course, that could have also been because, in this light, anypony could see how she was wearing some sort of corset beneath it, and it pushed her perky breasts even higher.

When Trixie relaxed herself, she put her hands on her blue jeans, before hissing out, “Trixie is an actress, Twilight, and has been for a much longer time than you. She knows when one is trying to act content with their life and ‘only wants a quiet lunch’ for her birthday, but really desire more. Trixie wants to know what that might be.”

Twilight fidgeted a little at the questioning, especially as she glanced around the table. Every mare there had bodies that seemed blessed by Celestia herself, with clothes that weren’t immodest, but by no means hid their gifts. Well, Trixie’s were, but Twilight had gotten used to that from the showmare, at least to some extent.

Her want for anything of that sort was just a branch off of what she knew was the real problem. What she actually desired, and had been shown by her mentor, but on the wrong side of it. On the side that she could enjoy, but she couldn’t love.

It wasn’t something she could simply say though. Birthday or not, it would be insane for her to try to request anything of that sort. No, the lunch was all she needed. All she required for today. Yes, that’s what she could tell herself.

Twilight finally swallowed the catch in her throat before shaking her head. “Trixie, I understand that you believe that, but you’ve spent too little time actually getting to know ponies personally to be able to see such things. As such-”

Twilight stopped as Rarity put a hand on her arm. “Darling, I understand what you’re trying to do, but please, tell us. I’ve even been able to tell that you’ve been growing increasingly irritable as of late, and it’s not doing you any good. Just let it out, and maybe we can help.”

Sweetie even got in on this, though Twilight doubted it was by any means her ability to intuit how she felt, by saying, “I would love to help if I can!”

Twilight fidgeted as she felt all of theirs gazes upon her before sighing. She knew she was a terrible liar, and, well, she did need the help… “Just know that you don’t have to go along with this, okay? It's just been something I’ve wanted for a bit, but I don’t want to force any of you into it.”

She waited for the other three to nod before continuing. “Well, you see, everyday I seem to go on some new adventure. Something in my life breaks, changes, or warps, and I have to go running off to take care of something that I could never have stopped before. That’s not how I used to live though. I used to be able to control everything, have days go exactly how I desired, but now…”

Twilight shook her head for a moment, before splashes of red painted themselves onto her cheeks. “I wouldn’t want to get rid of all of it of course, and I have no way to fix the chaos in my life, but… I do know of some mind control spells.”

All of their eyes except for Trixie’s widened at the mention of such invasive magic. The show mare though merely leaned in with a small smirk. “That’s a personal favorite of Trixie’s actually, though she’s usually not on the receiving end. Do you have any that allow the target’s personality to stick?”

Rarity blinked, before cutting off Twilight with a harsh, “You’re actually considering this?”

Trixie raised an eyebrow while keeping her eyes on Twilight. “Come now. Even Trixie knows that our dear bookworm would never be brave enough to actually hurt us while under her control, or do anything that we would hate. In fact, that’s why Trixie made her alteration, as you can get honest answers from the pony, rather than them just trying to lie to please you.”

Twilight’s eyes widened, and she leaned in closer to Trixie. “R-really? Because with all of my research, that has always been what I’ve been afraid of, especially with some of the things I wanted to try out. If this spell of yours could make me get consent from them though, real consent, I’d be more than happy to try it. Well, at least…” Twilight swallowed hard as she looked at Rarity and Sweetie Belle.

Rarity glanced at her sister, but it was too late. The barely eighteen year old filly didn’t realize what Twilight could desire, but there was little Rarity could do as Sweetie yelled, “I’m ready for it!” If Sweetie was going to do it though, Rarity knew she couldn’t simply abandon her.

“Fine, but please make sure not to make me look too undignified.”

Twilight nodded as Trixie and her stood. “Of course Rarity. If you don’t want to do something, you’ll get a chance to say no. I promise. Now,” she said, turning to Trixie, “show me how to do this.”

Trixie nodded, before coming close to Twilight’s ear and whispering how exactly the alteration was cast, rather than the original, simple mind control. It was surprisingly simple, but Twilight could imagine the days of experimentation that had led to it.

For her though, it was almost effortless to translate the instructions to success… though her aim would need work as Trixie stepped back from the point blank blast to her face. “Oh sweet Celestia, I’m so sorry Trixie!”

Twixie blinked a few times, before smiling and putting a hand on her hip. “Trixie doesn’t mind at all, mistress, especially if you let her put on a show now.”

Twilight felt a shock of arousal race through her body at the word mistress, and she almost unconsciously let her magic work its way to the other two. They had agreed after all, and a show didn’t sound bad to Twilight. No, not at all to get herself… warmed up.

She stepped closer to Trixie, whispering something into her ear this time, and a wicked grin crossed the show mare’s face. “Oh, yes, Trixie would very much so like that. She even promises to try to be a little gentle, though she doubts she will with such an exciting challenge.”

Twilight nodded, before turning to Sweetie. Her cheeks were on fire at this point as she shifted her weight on her hooves, but she wanted to keep going. She had to keep going, if not just to fill her craving. “Sweetie, are you still a virgin? And, if not, would you be willing to fuck Trixie?”

Trixie chimed in before Sweetie could say anything, “Correction. Trixie fucks others, not the other way around.”

Sweetie chuckled a little bit before she got up and made her way towards Trixie. Now that Twilight was thinking about all of this, she took in how nice and perky almost all of her friends were. Sweetie was a bit smaller than Trixie, sure, but she made up for it with a more petite body and a natural bounce to her step.

When she got over to Trixie, she gave the showmare a hug before nervously stating, “I have, and I’d be happy to be with Trixie.”

From across the table they all heard Rarity yell, “What?” Unfortunately, the rest of the mares found this news rather good, and Twilight began to instruct them.

“Trixie, get ready like I told you to. As for you Sweetie, get on the table, take off your pants, and spread them open for Trixie. Oh, but don’t forget to let your tits out. I’ve always been a fan.”

Twilight reached down, only pausing for a moment before she gripped one of Sweetie’s breasts. It was nice and tight, resisting her fingers as Sweetie giggled. Twilight didn’t care though. Not while she was able to do as she pleased with the young mare.

She had plans for another though, and would enjoy the show for now.

Sweetie quickly got to work getting undressed, turning her back to Trixie, who didn’t bother undressing. She wouldn’t need to. Instead, she watched Sweetie’s tight little rump shake itself in front of her face. When the yoga pants came off, Trixie even got to see Sweetie’s slit winking at her, and it sent shivers down the showmare’s spine.

And when Sweetie turned around, she gasped. Trixie wasn’t just going to finger her, or use a strap on, because she currently was carrying a cock that could make most stallions jealous. One of Trixie’s hands was on it, gently stroking it as she got herself ready. When the young mare looked in Trixie’s eyes, she only found excitement there, and she shivered as she spread herself a little wider. “W-wow.”

Trixie grinned at the awed response, and came closer, putting her shaft onto Sweetie’s damp lips. Sweetie in turn could feel every throbbing vein in the magical cock as it ground against her, warming her up to receive it.

Trixie’s hands slipped onto Sweetie’s hips as she pressed down on the mare, teasing her and refusing to let her feel it inside of her as it pushed down her clit. “Trixie knows Twilight controls you, but if you want Trixie’s great and powerful cock, you’re going to need to beg for it.”

Sweetie took in a sharp breath in, trying not to moan as she continued to be teased, but she wasn’t trying very hard to hide her arousal, not while she bent her back against the table and shook in anticipation. “P-please, Miss Trixie, f-fuck me.”

Twilight at this point looked over to Rarity. She’d considered telling her to go in with them so she could simply enjoy her slaves acting upon her desires. Now though, she saw how Rarity couldn’t look away. How she balled her fists.

Twilight slipped in behind the white mare and whispered, “Relax. Do as you please, no matter how perverted. Show me how much you want to be this lewd.”

Rarity didn’t say a word as her hands uncurled and then moved to between her thighs, rubbing just below her slit and pressing into the black yoga pants she wore. It was entertaining to Twilight, but she knew she needed to look back up so as not to miss the best part of making her puppets dance.

And dance they did as Trixie whispered, “Good,” to Sweetie, gripped her thighs as tight as she could, and, despite how much she wanted to just slam into the young mare, she slowly pushed her cock in, forcing Sweetie open as she moaned. “Damn, kid, you’re tight.”

Sweetie moaned in response, one of her arms covering her arms now covering her face because of how red it was. Her body shook around Trixie’s throbbing member, and she gasped as Trixie quickly pulled out. She knew what came next though, and braced for the next push.

It was this second thrust that broke Rarity, and Twilight helped the poor seamstress by ripping a whole in the yoga pants over her crotch. That way she didn’t need to slip her hands into her pants in order to begin stroking her sopping wet nethers. Her body was shaking as she began, and her cheeks matched her sister’s as she continued to watch Trixie’s cock as it went in and out of her sister.

Twilight leaned in, already preparing herself for later as she whispered, “Do you like it? Have you been wanting something like this for a while, or did you never know you needed something so badly until you had it?”

Rarity swallowed hard as the sound of flesh squishing against wet folds filled the room and hissed out, “I’ve always had this… side of me. A side of me that just wants to finally be rutted as hard as a stallion can give instead of some prissy cock that has no strength behind it.”

“So, Twilight said as she gestured behind her, “you want that?”

Meanwhile, all control had been lost between Sweetie and Trixie as the showmare gave her partner the ride of her life. She had plenty of practice being rough to a little sub like Sweetie, but she was ready to go all out. To give her every inch with each thrust, even if it meant her balls slapped against Sweetie’s thighs.

She grabbed ahold of one of Sweetie’s breasts, hissing as Rarity leaned in closer, “Beg for your mistress’s cum, slut.”

Sweetie didn’t pause in her moans as she continued to almost be assaulted by her lover and cried out, “Please! Please just do it already! Please!”

Twilight turned back to Trixie as they both listened to Sweetie scream in pleasure. The sound of streams of cum splashing to the floor, and even the panting of the two as they began to calm down. Neither of theirs eyes left the other as Twilight commanded, “Bend over the table and spread your ass wide for me.”

Rarity seemed to absent mindedly do as she was told, slowly walking to the table and laying her chest against it as she rose her rump as high as she could for Twilight. Twilight didn’t wait to appreciate her friend, not when she was all too ready to go. No, instead, she grabbed ahold of the part of Rarity’s yoga pants and underwear that hid what she desired and yanked them away. The fashionista gave a small squeak at the action, but gave no real sign of protest as Twilight teleported her own clothes away.

Rarity gasped as she felt the thick head of Twilight’s summoned cock against her asshole. She opened her mouth, ready to obey orders, but her mistress wasn’t interested in questions now. Twilight was in control and had all the consent she needed. All there was to do now was to take what she wanted. What she needed.

Rarity silently screamed as her ass was invaded by her mistress. It filled her up quickly, but unlike Sweetie, there was no pulling out. There was just harder and harder pushes to force more and more of Twilight’s throbbing member into the prissy mare.

Twilight leaned down, hissing in Rarity’s ear as her hips began to grind and slide against her. “Do you like it? Being fucked like the bitch you are? Come on, bark to show how much you love being treated like filthy trash.”

Rarity swallowed hard before her breath was ripped away from her by the next rough, painful thrust that also caused her pussy to overflow with arousal. She refused to not do as her mistress desired, and barely let out a small bark as Twilight pulled halfway out.

Trixie’s horn glowed at this point while she watched Twilight let out all of her pent up frustration, and felt the magics on her and the others fade away. It would be fun to see how they each reacted. Well, Rarity at least, as Sweetie looked sound asleep.

And the prim and proper mare didn’t miss a beat as she let out another bark for her mistress as Twilight slammed her cock back into her. She was still there, as if still under Twilight’s control, and her hips rocked back, trying to accept as much of her mistress as she could for as long as she could. Especially since she could feel Twilight twitch and shudder.

Just like when she was invaded, Twilight gave no real warning for which one was the last thrust, but only pushed inside of Rarity one more time, forcing her bitch to howl as she came. Thick ropes of semen poured into Rarity until it began to leak out of her ass, with smaller strips of it being ejected past Twilight’s cock and onto her thighs. All wile she felt Rarity continue to cling to her member as if for dear life.

When Twilight finally let go of Rarity, she stepped back, breathing hard. She was exhausted from it all, and hadn’t meant to go this far. Maybe fucking Rarity, but this complete domination? Sure it felt amazing, but what would her friend think? Then again, she shouldn’t remember any of it…

Trixie stepped next to Rarity, whispering something into her ear before Rarity looked behind her, a sinister smile on her face as she shook her hips a little. “Mistress, are you already done with your birthday doll?”

Twilight blinked a few times, before smiling at both of them and striding back towards her friend. Or, as she supposed she should say, her Barbie doll, which was about as perfect of a present as she could have asked for this birthday.

While Twilight got back to that though, Trixie began walking over to Sweetie to check on the young mare, only to spot her scribbling something down. Trixie smirked at the action and whispered to her, “What are you up to?”

Sweetie Belle held up the card that contained her phone number, whispering back, “Making sure I can be continued to be used as a doll too, if that’s all right.

To which Trixie only grinned, as she couldn’t have planned for this to go any better than this.