My Little Orgy 2

by Typist Gray

Chapter 24: Bridle Gossip 3

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With Twilight and the others giving her a good word, Zecora was granted access to one of the large bathing pools at the spa, even if doing so involved wading through a mob of babbling, panicked ponies along the way. From there, it was a simple matter of recreating the potion proportional to the pool’s increased size. All of the afflicted mares jumped in; including Spike and Gilda, who wanted to join in on what was so plainly a bubble bath. Trixie, meanwhile, volunteered to help Zecora prepare the potion; made slightly complicated due to the blue mare’s insistence of maintaining a three meter distance at all times.

“So who wants to get it on with the zebra?” RD asked crassly.

“Do what?” Zecora demanded from beside the pool as she poured in the latest batch.

“Hush, you. We’re deciding on who gets to take your virginity.”

Zecora looked incensed. “With all respect due, that sounds like a conversation I should be privy to.”

“You’ve been masturbating alone in the woods for seven months,” Twilight countered. “Even I find that sad.”

“Well, okay,” Zecora allowed, appreciating the humility of the self-deprecating humor. “But I insist on maintaining the right of veto. Whatever you propose, I can refuse.”

“Big talk, stripes,” RD teased with a confident smirk. “And what makes you think I won’t just take you right here and now and make you beg until you forget about our little debt?”

Zecora stood resolute and unamused. “The antidote is not instant.” She gestured to AB and AJ who had already lost and gained a few inches respectively. “It will take several hours of submergence, followed by eight days of specialized enemas. It is all a very complicated and delicate process, involving herbs that can just as easily help as explode.” She turned the sly grin back on the speedster. “I’d hate to make a mistake.”

Gilda’s feather’s ruffled and she began to rise out of the water, her body arched and ready to pounce on the one who would dare threaten her dom. However, she was stopped by a blue hoof on her shoulder. Rainbow was leaning back against the pool’s edge, looking cool as ever as she regarded the striped mare.

“I like her,” she said to the others.

Still wary, Gilda nodded and sank back into the pool. Although she still positioned herself between RD and the lameoid zebra.

“She certainly does not lack for nerve,” Rarity agreed. “Perhaps I can invite her to an S&M party as a dom in training?”

“Powty!” Pinkie exclaimed, her tongue still obstructing her speech. “Ah wob powties.”

Fluttershy scribbled on a dry erase board. [Too scary for first timers.]

Rarity chuckled, and opened her mouth to argue. But the looks the other mares gave her told her that she had no ground to stand on. There was no arguing that her method of love making was far too advanced and intimidating for a first timer, which she chose to take as a compliment. “Oh fine,” she huffed. “So what do you think we should do?”

Fluttershy erased the previous line and scribbled again. [Vanilla.]

“So basically training wheels until she figures out how she wants to ride?” RD asked.

[Um, kind of.]

“That seems like the safest approach,” Twilight agreed. “But does that mean we’re all disqualified?” She lifted herself out of the water and gestured to her flaccid sheath. This led to a round of disappointed grumbles from the others. A quick glance over at Zecora confirmed that yes, futas were too advanced a start for the foreign virgin.

“So should Ah ask Big Mac ta help?” AJ offered.

[Vanilla, not size queen.] Fluttershy argued.

“Ah’d do it,” AB started to volunteer, “but Ah don’t wanna get all dizzy again.”

“Looks like we’re running out of options,” Spike observed smugly as he tapped idly at the water. “Where, oh where, are we going to get a suitable penis to finally give that striped ass the pounding it deserves?”

AB giggled.

“Good question,” RD agreed, playing along. “Where, oh where, are we going to find a penis small enough that it doesn’t scare her off?”

“Hey, fuck you!”

“Don’t go threatening me with a good time,” RD warned.

[I like the idea of Spike being her first.] Fluttershy moved forward and turned her board around for all to see. Then she quickly changed the message. [He’s small, cute, and unintimidating. And that’s not a bad thing.] She directed the last line Spike’s way. [You’re really sweet and approachable.]

Spike’s ire with the mare was short lived as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Something about Fluttershy just made it impossible to stay angry with her.

At Pinkie’s request, Fluttershy handed over her erase board and marker. [Yeah! Dragon dick in zebra pussy sounds like a fun time for all. Do I get to watch?]

All eyes turned to Zecora, anxious to hear her answer.

“I’m going to be generous and assume that all of this is being said with the best of intentions,” Zecora deadpanned. “And I won’t deny that the little drake is… cute.” She was forced to chuckle when she saw Spike start to flex, followed by a playful shove from AB. The interaction of the little ones aroused the zebra’s curiosity, but not enough to raise any questions just yet. Right now there were other priorities. “However, isn’t he a little… young?”

[Isn’t that the point?] Fluttershy asked.

“If you’re worried about experience, then don’t,” Twilight added. “He’s been by my side all his life as I’ve learned from none other than Princess Molestia, herself,” she bragged. “You have my word that he knows techniques that most ponies in this town couldn’t even pronounce.”

“Plus he’s a real sweet lover,” AB added. “He can be gentle or rough whenever Ah want it. Plus he’s got super endurance. If he wanted, he knows how ta make it last hours.”

Spike could not have looked more pleased with himself as he absorbed all the praise sent his way.

Zecora’s eyes looked like they might pop right out of her skull, which her audience found most amusing. The idea of hours sounded absolutely absurd. She was ready to start scolding herself for even considering such a notion as anything but exaggeration. But on the other hoof, this was a dragon. Young or not, the legends around dragons told of even more preposterous deeds; several of which she’d seen evidence of in her life already. A few measly hours didn’t seem so implausible in comparison. However, the endurance of the young drake wasn’t the issue.

“But he is still… young.”

Twilight tilted her head in confusion, mirroring the expressions of the other bathers. “Yeah… but he’s got experience and endurance.”

“In spades!” Spike bragged.

Zecora shifted her weight from hoof-to-hoof uncomfortably. It was embarrassing to state something that should have been obvious, but it looked like she had no choice. These truly were degenerates and deviants, after all. “He’s young,” she stated firmly. “Too young.”

“No I’m not,” Spike argued indignantly.

“Yes, you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“You are.”

“No I’m not!” Spike harrumphed. “The fact that we’re even having this conversation proves I’m old enough.”

“Your ability to speak is inconsequential,” Zecora informed stoically. “You are too young, and that is final.” She stomped her hoof down, leaving no room for further argument.

Seeing the ongoing confusion of the others, Trixie gave a defeated huff. “Must Trixie spell it out for you?” she asked rhetorically. “Trixie gets the feeling that zebras have a different age of consent than ponies.”

There were several “Oh”s of understanding.

“Apparently,” Zecora agreed ruefully. She had half a mind to just call this whole thing off right now, but thought better of it. As had been pointed out, she’d been left alone for months already. Weird as they were, these degenerate ponies were actually trying to give her a shot. If she left now, she might never get another chance and be doomed to a life of eternal loneliness and virginity. Besides, she needed to stick around to make sure she got paid.

“I suppose I could recommend a few stallions that could meet your rather narrow criteria,” Rarity offered. “Suitably unintimidating penises, smaller bodies, and old enough to have cutie marks and work. Would that be acceptable?”

Zecora smiled flatly. “Well, almost.”

“What is it now?” Gilda demanded impatiently. “We’re bending over backwards to try and help, but you’re not giving us anything to work with.”

“She’s got a point,” RD added. “You’re abusing this whole veto power a little too much.”

Then little AJ perked up with a new thought. “Mares. What about mares?”

Zecora looked away, ears spayed and striped cheeks a mix of dark pink and lightish red.

“Hah! Called it!” little AJ crowed. “She’s into mare pussy!”

“Well, I suppose I can’t completely fault her on taste,” Rarity added demurely. “Adult mares are better for endurance, they’re more knowledgeable about what their own kind like, and they’re easily the most beautiful creatures on the planet.”

Zecora’s blush deepened. It was like Rarity had pulled those words right out of the zebra’s fantasy, but she dared not give voice to such thoughts. It was mortifying to have so many strangers discuss her sexuality so openly, but she made herself endure. In addition to the previous reasons, this was also the longest interaction she’d had since coming to this land of crazies. If nothing else, if just felt good to hear the voices of other creatures.

[I have an idea!] Pinkie wrote, staring at little AJ. [How about you loan her one of your slaves?]

After a second’s thought, little AJ gave her answer. “Ah wouldn’t mind, none.” She turned to face the zebra. “Seems like the least we ow ya. That is, if that kind o’ thing is, well, yer thing.”

Zecora pondered this a moment. “A slave’s will is subservient to that of her owner. If she is old enough, and easy on the eyes, then I would have no qualms with claiming my prize.”

[Why do you do that?] Pinkie wrote.

“Do what?”

[Rhyme sometimes.]

“I am still adjusting to this foreign tongue. My native tongue is far more rhythmic, and even musical,” she bragged. “The rhythm of your words is… far coarser than I am used to, and it is tricky finding the rhythm.”

“Puttin’ funny words aside, it sounds like we got ourselves a plan,” little AJ cheered, now even a little less little than before. “Soon as our bath’s over, Ah’ll show ya around the farm ‘n’ let ya pick from the lot.”

“I am grateful for such generosity,” Zecora said with a respectful bow.

That’s when Twilight got an idea. An awful idea. Twilight got a wonderful, awful idea.

“Get ready to run,” Spike whispered to AB out of the corner of his mouth. “Twilight looks like she’s about to get super evil.”

“Why wait?” purple smart asked. “While I’m the last mare to ever try and dissuade somepony from the dreamy, scrumptiousness of a farm mare after a hard day’s work…” Her eyes fluttered as her mind took her back to that first day in Ponyville, when the Apple family had surrounded her, used every inch of her body to get themselves off, and almost drowned her in their heavenly, earthen scent. “B-but I’m concerned they might still be too advanced for a first timer.”

“Urhem, hypocrite! Urhem,” Spike coughed.

Zecora hadn’t understood the drake’s distorted words, but chose to defer to the purple mare’s judgement in this case. “What did you have in mind?”

“Yeah, Twi?” little AJ asked. Sensing BS, her eyebrow had already started the steady climb up her forehead. “What are you gettin’ at?”

Grinning from ear-to-ear, Twilight lifted her hoof out of the water and pointed. “Her.”

“Who?” She looked around in a panic, but she was the only one in that spot. “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

Her ears splayed in dread. “B-but why?”

“Because Rarity was right,” Twilight informed. “Letting your prior misbehavior slide would set a bad precedent. You’ve helped us a lot, but not as much as you could have. Therefore, since I’m not giving you to Rarity,” she gestured to the white mare who pouted playfully, “then I might as well use you to fix the last major conflict preventing Zecora from being accepted into Ponyville.”

Trixie blinked, gob smacked.

Rarity clopped politely. “Oh, that’s an excellent idea. Its good practice as a slave owner, helps Zecora, and it robs Trixie of one of her excuses for being annoying.” She leveled a stare at the blue unicorn. “Sorry, darling. I’m not exactly pleased about being in the company of a virgin, either, but you’re intolerance is just inexcusable.”

“Ah ain’t so sure,” AJ added warily. “Ah mean, Trixie ain’t exactly the greatest lay.”

“And you would know that how?” Trixie demanded, thoroughly incensed.

AJ ignored her. “Ah’m jus’ saying it might be better ta start her off with somepony more experienced.”

“That’s exactly what we shouldn’t do,” Twilight countered. “Our talk during the sleepover got me thinking a lot about first times. I did some research-”

“Of course you did,” Spike remarked.

“-and it turns out that having both partners being on the same level is ideal. Sure, it might sound good to start off with one partner being more experienced and able to guide the other, but a lot of scholars say that such a thing can lead to raised expectations that future partners are unlikely to meet, as well as unhealthy coddling.”

“Twi,” AJ began. “Ya know Ah love ya, but that’s the biggest load o’ bullshit Ah’ve ever heard.”

“Agreed,” RD added. “My folks gave me all kinds of pointers when I was little, and look how I turned out.”

Gilda beamed, daring Twilight to try and challenge the greatness that was the Rainbow Dash.

“Pointers,” Twilight emphasized. “But were your parents your first?”

RD blinked like a deer caught in the headlights. Then she looked away.

Gilda’s heart sunk.

Twilight nodded. “Exactly. Most foals have their first time with another foal. But since foals are off the table in this situation, I think it’d be best for Zecora to be paired with somepony more on her level.”

“Trixie is feeling a very complicated jumble of emotions right now,” she informed. “All of them rage.”

As the others conversed, Gilda looked crestfallen at her dom’s defeat. But then she got to thinking. Who was Dash’s first? If not her parents, then maybe Fluttershy’s brother? They hung out sometimes, even if he was the biggest, most arrogant loser among all loser ponies. It could have even been Fluttershy. She even entertained the idea that she might have been Dashie’s first, as unlikely as that was. Should firsts even matter this much? It was strangely troubling to think about.

Without prompting, Dash reached out and pulled the big bird head down into petting distance and began a vigorous round of scratchy scratches. The griffon made a soft purring sound, leaning into the pegasus’ touch and letting her worries be scratched away.

[I think I gotta side with Twilight on this one.] Pinkie wrote. [First times are always memorable, but its better that they just be alright instead of super amazing.]

[Same.] Fluttershy added.

“What do you say, Zecora?” Twilight asked.

Zecora tapped her hoof to her chin ponderously and turned an appraising look on Trixie. The blue unicorn was a little on the skinny side, but she looked to have a bit of plush where it mattered. Compared to the other mares in the tub, this one was easily the least attractive, although that didn’t necessarily make her ugly. Looks aside, there was one overriding issue that ultimately made the zebra’s mind.

“I accept.”

“What!?”

“What about what?” Zecora asked.

“So let Trixie get this straight. You draw the line at dragons who are too young, animals, and guys, but you’re fine with fucking a slave?”

Zecora stared curiously between Trixie, the bathers, and then back to Trixie. “… Yes?”

“Oh, whatever,” Trixie whined. She knew she couldn’t argue with Twilight. If anything, not having a choice actually made the whole idea a little less uncomfortable. She wasn’t agreeing to any sort of compromise because she’d lost the argument, but being forced by law. No pony could speak ill of her decision, because it wasn’t hers. All of the blame for this humiliation could be laid squarely on Twilight’s withers. In fact, she couldn’t even be blamed for her own bad performance – which wouldn’t happen because she was amazing – because everything was Twilight’s responsibility as her owner. It was a strangely liberating idea, but the relief was short lived as she remembered what was required of her. Head hung low, she accepted that there was no point in resisting her fate any longer. “When and where?”

At that moment, one of the mares that ran the spa stepped up. In a very thick Prench accent, the pink mare with a blue mane informed the group that there were rooms in the back that were usually reserved for private massages. None were in use at the moment, so the spa mare offered use of this room in exchange for the formula Zecora used for the bath water. Zecora agreed, but on the condition that she would be the sole supplier of ingredients. The contract would be written up at a later date. Right now, Trixie was doing a march of shame to the indicated destination, and the pair allowed the spa mare to lead the way.

Feeling bold, Zecora decided to fall back a ways behind Trixie. In Zebrekastan, trying to steal glimpses up other creatures’ tails was frowned upon. But here, after everything she’d just heard, she was starting to wonder if these ponies had any concept of impropriety. Even with this in mind, she still had to make the conscious effort to keep looking. She’d seen this sight before, that first time she spoke to Trixie, when the mare ran. It wasn’t a long stare in search of lewd images, so it didn’t mean much at the time. It didn’t mean much now, either.

Trixie’s tail covered bottom was just that. She had a tail that covered everything but the outermost reaches of her flanks. Said flanks were on the skinnier side, suggesting that the mare didn’t eat as much as she should. Even zebra bottoms were more impressive than this, which Zecora knew because zebras had tails like that of a donkey, meaning that they covered next to nothing. But in thinking of her tribe, Zecora also recalled all the terrible things they’d said to her. They’d shunned her after a lifetime of dedicated service, all because she’d let her eyes wander one time too many.

When Trixie looked back, Zecora turned away and pretended she hadn’t been staring. The blue mare smiled like she’d just received a compliment. In Equestria, such attention was always welcome and appreciated.

Zecora didn’t have much time to ponder this before the unicorn hiked her tail and let its pale white length fall off to the side. The zebra blinked several times, her mouth opening and closing in imitation of a fish. Trixie had just… put it all out there! For all to see! And she wasn’t embarrassed at all.

Before she’d even realized she’d been doing it, Zecora’s eyes traced intimately along Trixie’s vulva. It looked so smooth, so inviting. There was a slight glint, as if there were some gem hidden away inside, but it was just the moisture of the mare’s growing arousal. Zecora tried to think of more flowery prose, but even her own language lacked the diction to describe such beauty. It’s not like her tribe had ever taught her how to make such an endeavor, anyway. Without adequate prose, Zecora was left only to explore her own primal desires. That thing between Trixie’s legs. It was so smooth. Even with a lack of context, it looked tight and inviting. She wanted it. She wanted to feel it, smell it, taste it, and whatever else it might require to get close. A silly grin pulled at Zecora’s lips as she began calculating exactly how this goal might be achieved.

“And here ve are,” the spa mare indicated the door.

It was a door like any other. The wood was a reddish brown, with perhaps a little pink. The trim was a flowery crimson and looped around to resemble vines. It was pretty, but not all that different from the other doors in the spa. The only thing distinguishing this door from any other was the sign on the front. Rather than using words, all the doors had pictures depicting what lay beyond, such as a toilet or a broom. Zecora wondered if this was an indicator of the town’s lack of adequate literacy, but decided it would be too rude to ask. This sign showed a nondescript pony lying face down on a bed while another nondescript pony stood on their hind legs and pressed down on the first pony’s back. Zecora interpreted this to mean that this was a massage room.

“As agreed, vou ‘ave two ‘ours,” the spa mare informed. “Any longer ‘nd ve vill charge.”

“That should be plenty,” Trixie acknowledged and pushed the door aside. “Coming?”

Remembering herself, Zecora nodded and hurried inside. The room was a little on the cramped side, with just enough space for the massage bed in the middle, an armoire with a mirror and many drawers to the side, and a trash can. The walls were a soft, relaxing blue, the soft scent of lemon hung in the air, and everything had been pristinely organized.

“Hmm. How does this thing work?” Trixie asked no one in particular as she began examining the bed. The mattress, suspended on seemingly foldable metal rods, was porcelain white and appeared large enough to hold two or three equines cramped together. There were holes at both ends. One around face level, so that the massage receiver could poke their face through, and another at around groin level, for reasons that did not need elaborating.

“What seems to be the trouble?” Zecora asked. Her pulse quickened when she realized the door had been closed, leaving her all alone with this mare. Had the door locked when it closed? She didn’t hear it. What if they needed something? What if she needed to leave for some air?

“The bed,” Trixie answered. “I’m trying to lower it so we can-” *Click* “-ah!”

The bed dropped down to ground level, somehow completely eclipsing the metal rods that had held it up a second ago.

“There. That was easier than expected,” Trixie boasted, standing straight as if awaiting applause.

Am I supposed to give this mare some form of adulation? Zecora wondered. It’s not like I could have figured out this contraption so quickly. Then again, this is a slave. Do ponies thank their slaves? Zecora tensed, stricken with indecision. She only now realized that she knew nothing of pony slave etiquette or how it might differ from zebras’, if at all. It would be too embarrassing to ask, which would only be worse if she tried to leave through a potentially locked door.

Trixie soon deflated and stared glumly over at the zebra, puzzled at why she looked so tense. “Something wrong?”

“What? No. I’m fine. Everything is fine,” Zecora insisted through a forced smile. “Um, how are you?”

Trixie shrugged. “Slowly coming to terms with her fate.”

Zecora nodded, glad for a topic she might actually know about. “That is good for a slave. Embrace your roll in life, and you will be happier for it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Trixie replied tiredly, rolling her eyes. “Trixie’s heard that before. So are we doing this or what?”

Zecora tensed once more. However, in focusing on the blue mare’s collar, she managed to find the courage to speak more firmly. “You begin,” she ordered. “Show me how you ponies start.”

Trixie’s brow furrowed. It was bad enough when Twilight gave her orders, but now this bitch was getting in on it? Trixie wanted to refuse, to tell this striped virgin weirdo to piss off and find somepony else, but she swallowed that protest before it could leave her lips. She knew what consequences awaited such defiance. Besides, it wasn’t like she could argue the zebra’s point. The Great and Powerful Trixie was a slave on loan, meaning that until her temporary mistress was satisfied, she was obligated to do whatever she was told.

“What did you have in mind, mistress?” Trixie asked a little passive aggressively.

Zecora blinked and looked around the room, searching for the answer. “Those oils and creams. What are they for?”

Trixie went over to inspect them. “Massage oils. They help keep the skin from bruising during especially rough sessions. They also double as lubricant if anypony is in the mood for anal,” she finished with a grin.

Zecora nodded sagely, pretending her cheeks weren’t flushed as her imagination ran rampant. “Hmm, yes. Anything that will be of use to us?”

Trixie began poking through the drawers. “Ooh, edible lip gloss!”

“What?”

“Honey flavored edible lip gloss,” Trixie explained. “You apply it to a certain area,” she wiggled her hips, “and the other pony licks at it until its gone.”

Zecora fanned herself with her hoof. “Is it getting hot in here?”

Trixie giggled, pleased with the power she wielded over this stranger. “No, but Trixie thinks this is exactly what we need. Lie down.”

“Why?” Zecora asked tersely.

Trixie sighed. “Mistress, would you please lie down,” she indicated the bed, “so that I, your humble servant, can apply the gloss.”

“That is very kind, but I shall do so myself, if you don’t mind.”

Trixie rolled her eyes. “Sure. Have it your way.” And she tossed the jar over for the zebra to catch.

Zecora stared at the jar a moment, studying the foreign script that she still had trouble reading. Conveniently, there was also a picture of a hoof dipping into the jar and applying it to what could only have been a bottom. She swallowed audibly, unscrewed the cap, and took a sniff of the brownish substance. It really did smell like honey. Sitting down, she dipped a hoof inside. The substance was cool and felt like squishy mud. It made an offensive sound when pressed into it. She sniffed again, and then looked at Trixie. “Do you mind?”

“Mind what?”

“J-just turn around.”

“Fiiine!” Trixie exhaled in exasperation and did as instructed.

Safe in relative privacy, Zecora lifted her hindquarters. Tentatively, she applied the first dollop of the cream to her nether regions. She sucked in her breath, making a low hissing sound upon contact. That shit was cold! But it passed quickly. As she touched herself, tracing along the outlines of her vulva, Zecora began to squirm at the odd sensation. It felt like she’d sat in mud, or something even more foul, yet somehow seemed less disgusting than it should have. In fact, it actually made her outer lips start to tingle in a rather pleasant way. When the amount on her hoof ran thin, she scooped out another.

How much was too much? Was she supposed to apply some inside? Was she restricted only to her vulva, or was she allowed to apply the cream to other places? Trixie hadn’t stated any limits and the jar didn’t have anything that looked like a warning. And again, this was something that seemed just too embarrassing to ask. She understood the principle, though. If she applied this gloss to her… anus, then that implied an obligation on Trixie’s part to lick there as well. Did she want that? Would that be crossing the arbitrary line the others had described as ‘too advanced’?

“Don’t use it all,” Trixie warned, still looking away.

Zecora froze and looked down. The jar was already half empty. She felt mortified at her careless indulgence and quickly screwed the cap back on. Lowering her hind leg and sitting fully was… something. There was definitely a tingle where she’d applied the gloss, which stirred something deep inside. A spark had flared deep in her belly, making her feel even warmer than before. Her gaze returned to Trixie’s sitting bottom. The treasure once obstructed by her tail was now concealed by the floor, but it was there. Zecora knew it was still there, for there was nowhere it could have gone. It was there, beneath the slave that had been loaned to her. For the time being, she owned this slave, and therefore the treasure.

“Is mistress done yet?” Trixie asked, a little condescending.

“I shall lay down, now,” Zecora stated and moved to the bed. It felt too awkward lying down on her back, so she opted for the less exposing option of keeping her belly down. Of course it was silly to be so anxious around a slave, but Zecora just kept falling back on the excuse of her virginity. “You may begin licking my… h-honeeey p-p-pot!” she croaked out, hoping she wasn’t misusing the term.

Trixie stood and circled around behind Zecora, looking her over. There was nothing wrong with the zebra’s figure, but the thought that this was an untouched virgin still made her stomach turn. However, this hurdle was quickly pushed aside by thoughts of Twilight. Trixie imagined the purple mare’s reaction if she failed. What mocking expression would she make? What condescending words would she use? Despite being no stranger to failure, the thought of failing now somehow seemed even worse than whatever punishment Rarity could offer.

It’s an order. It’s an order. Trixie repeated over and over in her head, like a mantra. It was an order, she had no choice, she had to succeed, so she should really stop struggling and just rip this bandage off.

Zecora watched Trixie watching her. She wondered what the blue mare was thinking. Does she find me attractive? Would that even matter? Zecora quickly decided that it did matter. This slave was clearly new and still had a rebellious streak. As such, it was only logical that she’d be a lot more compliant if the order was something she enjoyed. Besides that, it just felt nice to be wanted for a change.

Pretending not to notice Zecora’s staring, Trixie made her way around to the striped mare’s backside. Her tail was folded down in apprehension. The main body was thin, but the end was topped off by an expansive tuft more analogous to a pony’s tail. Trixie even held back a titter at how it looked like the mare’s vulva was wearing a bad wig. It was cute, in its own way. “Shall I begin, mistress?” she asked with a bit less snark than before.

“Y-you may.”

Trixie crouched down and leaned close. “I can feel the heat coming off your ass.”

“Is it necessary for you to say such things?”

“Some ponies like dirty talk,” Trixie replied evilly.

“W-well I-I do not!” she stated firmly.

“Really? How do you know?’

Zecora opened and closed her mouth a few times, but no words came out. She really had no evidence one way or the other.

“Trixie is here to be your first, implying that there will be a second. You’ll need to be ready for her, too.”

Zecora swallowed. “That is… very thoughtful, I think. Thank you.”

Hey, yeah! That really was nice of me, Trixie realized. Why the hell am I being so generous? It’s not like I owe her any more than I was ordered. Unable to find a satisfying answer to this question, Trixie put such thoughts aside and got back to work, sniffing dramatically. “Now that’s the smell of a mare who hasn’t bathed in a while.”

Zecora pursed her lips. “Is that good or bad?”

“Depends on who you ask,” Trixie replied. “Some like the smell of a good sweat, but others say being clean lets you smell the pony instead of the dirt.” She leaned in even closer until the hairs of Zecora’s ass were tickling her cheek fur, and sniffed again. “As for Trixie? She doesn’t mind a bit of honey.” Her tongue shot from her mouth like a striking snake, touching mere millimeters from Zecora’s clit.

The zebra bayed loudly as a thousand volts shot out through her sensitive vulva, along her spine, and stabbed straight into her brain. She was left momentarily breathless. That was nothing like her hoof, her only frame of reference.

“Oh wow,” Trixie giggled in awe. “Talk about sensitive.”

Zecora whined in embarrassment.

“I’m a little envious,” Trixie admitted bluntly, not wondering why she’d paid the unnecessary compliment.

“E-envious?”

“Oh yesss,” Trixie purred. “If that’s how you react from just a little touching, then Trixie is going to have fun playing with yooou,” she said in a singsong voice.

“W-what are you-EEP!”

Letting her tongue fall from her mouth, Trixie pressed the wide oral appendage down to the bottom of Zecora’s vulva. Her ass clenched from the sudden contact, but Trixie had already braced her hooves on the striped mare’s ass cheeks to keep them parted. Then the blue mare made the deliberately slow climb upwards. She laughed when Zecora started winking around her tongue, but her vaginal muscles were weak, inexperienced, and unable to get any kind of grip. The sweetness of the honey mixed with the tartness of vaginal juices washed over Trixie’s taste buds as she pressed on, never letting up.

Zecora had to bite her own hoof to keep from moaning. What she was experiencing was pure agony. She wanted to bolt, to just take off and never stop running; even if it would be into a wall. On the other hoof, bolting would bring an end to this alien bliss. Somehow this slow, careful movement was stirring things within the zebra that she never knew existed. She liked it. She loved it. She wanted more! She wanted it to end! Her other hoof slammed repeatedly to the mattress as her inner desires struggled for dominance.

Trixie never let up, loving the effect she was having. It was almost like being back on stage and using her magic to conduct all kinds of orgasms. Now, like then, she felt pride in the accomplishment of bringing such joy to another. She just pressed on, climbing further and further up, tracing along the winking lips until she came to a small but distinct bump in the road.

Zecora arched her back and froze stock still. Her mouth hung open in a quiet, muted scream. Everything had gone white, and her mind had stopped working. In all the world, all things had gone away, except for the sensation. She lacked the cognitive ability to put it into words, but the feeling was everything. As other sensations returned, and the world came back into focus, Zecora was slowly able to process the ecstasy she’d been overcome with. There was no better word to describe it.

Zecora was grateful to have already been lying down, because it felt like she’d just run a marathon. Her breathing was heavy and her vision was still a bit blurry. She’d gone nose-blind to the room’s perfumes. Aside from the softness of the mattress and the lingering tingling around her groin, the only other thing she was aware of was the sound of a mare laughing.

“How, haha, crap!” Trixie proclaimed through her deep belly laughs. “That was… Tehehe… Wow!” She laughed some more. “And here Trixie, hehe, thought stallions were a *hic* quick shot. Haha!”

Zecora, rather than wishing for death to swoop in and save her from this embarrassment, was still riding the hi of what she realized was her very first orgasm with another creature. “He dado. Obeley?”

“Hehe, what?”

Zecora cleared her throat. “I, erhem, asked,” she paused to regain her breath, “what you did.”

Trixie’s laughter was petering out, but a grin had still been branded onto her face. “As much as Trixie would like to brag, she’s afraid to admit that, well, that wasn’t anything special.”

“W-what?”

“Trixie just gave your zebra pussy its first kiss.” She tittered. “And then you came.”

Processing Trixie’s words, Zecora sat up and spun around to look Trixie in the eye. The mare’s blue muzzle had been stained with a clear white liquid, matting her fur and even dripping off her chin.

Beaming as though she were wearing a badge of honor, Trixie licked her lips. “Hmm.”

“Y-you just… just…”

“Kind of earthy,” Trixie appraised as she moved the viscous liquid from one side of her mouth to another. “Like licking rock salt, only not so salty.” She laughed again at Zecora’s stunned expression. Deciding she needed something fun to break the zebra out of her stupor, she went a little further. “Better than cobwebs, at least.”

Zecora blinked back to reality. “C-cobwebs?”

“Yeah. You know…” Trixie gestured weakly, now far less confident in her talents as a comedian. “Because it had been… so… unused?”

Zecora’s expression of awe and bliss quickly morphed into one of cold vengeance.

Trixie’s ears splayed as she tried to shrink herself out of the zebra’s field of vision. It didn’t work. “That sounded better in Trixie’s head before she-oof!”

*Thud*

Trixie’s world had done a one eighty. Her world was still spinning even after she’d realized she’d been pushed onto her back. The hooves pressing down into her barrel were coarse and felt like they needed a good trim. The body pressing down against hers was big and well-muscled. It was the natural musculature of an earth pony, only minus the effects of a lifetime of hard labor. The earth pony equivalent holding her down was the sort that probably came from good stock, but had led a relatively sedentary life. It was still the kind of body – Trixie reasoned – that could kick her ass to Canterlot and back without breaking a sweat, and thus not the sort of pony that was safe to piss off. That might have been good to think about a few minutes ago.

When the dizziness faded, Trixie stared up into the eyes of a very big, a very striped, and a very irate zebra. Her lips were parted in a snarl and the force of her hooves was hurting just a little. Trixie knew she’d fucked up, and in her still stunned state, said the first thing that came to mind. “Oops.”

“You!” Zecora accused.

“Trixie?”

Zecora gave a low, guttural growl of frustration. A torrent of conflicting emotions whirled inside her, all vying for dominance. She wanted to speak, but these stupid foreign words just wouldn’t cooperate. As she fumed, snorting on Trixie and watching as the air caused the blue mare’s matted fur to bristle; she eventually found a way to express herself.

Dropping her head, Zecora slammed her lips into Trixie’s. Her lips moved in ways she’d never seen, never been told about, and guided purely by instinct. It was almost like she was trying to gobble Trixie’s mouth. Maybe she was. She was pouring everything she had into this kiss. All of her turbulent emotions. Her anger and resentment. Her longing and lust. All of the quiet suffering she’d endured over the last few months of exile had bubbled to the surface, and Trixie was going to take it all.

Feeling a strange tongue brush against her lips, Trixie naturally opened wide to welcome this guest. The guest was not well mannered, running about, pushing her around, and wreaking general havoc in her mouth. Trixie moaned and tried to return the show of affection, only to realize there was none as her tongue was fiercely dominated by the intruder. Trixie struggled to breathe through her nose, wondering just how in trouble she was.

This wasn’t regular domination, like the kind Rarity and Rainbow used. Ponies like those acted from a place of confidence, of seeking control and asserting themselves as the top pony. Trixie was familiar with that. It was different with Zecora. She was coming from a place of insecurity. Trixie didn’t fully understand how she’d reached this conclusion. She just had a gut feeling that, for reasons yet to be explored, Zecora had been feeling powerless, and was trying to take back control through Trixie. The unicorn wasn’t sure how to feel about this, but she pressed on regardless.

Zecora pressed even harder against Trixie until her hooves slipped off to the blue mare’s sides. That wouldn’t do. She needed to move her hooves, to do something, to not feel useless. Her hooves began exploring Trixie’s frame. It was not a gentle survey, for she had no reference of how and where to be gentle. All she knew was that there was something about this mare that she needed to figure out, and she planned to grope as much as necessary to achieve this goal.

Deciding to play along, Trixie wrapped her hind legs around Zecora, pulling her close. The zebra gave a soft squeak of surprise when their teats mushed together. Trixie took advantage of this lull in the assault to return the gesture. Now on the offensive, she extended her tongue into the zebra’s maw and began her own exploration. The zebra’s mouth had that same peculiar earthy taste, which Trixie was coming to appreciate. After about a minute of this, Zecora regained her second wind and resumed the offensive, aggressively pushing Trixie down before breaking the kiss.

“You!” Zecora growled.

“Trixie?”

“H-how do you…” She trailed off a moment, keeping her look of scorn as she reconsidered her words. “Am I… good?”

Trixie chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“You!” Trixie tittered. “Lighten the fuck up already.”

Zecora’s ears splayed and she flinched as if struck. “T-too much?”

Trixie gave an exasperated sigh. “Try this.” And she reached down between their bellies until her hoof touched the zebra’s groin. “See?” Trixie coaxed as her hoof began making small, methodical movements.

Zecora tensed, bracing herself for another sensory overload, but none came. Instead she found herself moaning and trying to push into Trixie’s touch. The sensation was duller, but no less enjoyable. Somehow, just by not being her own, the hoof rubbing at her groin felt exponentially better than anything she’d ever done to herself. “H-how…?”

“Most ponies only get more sensitive after their first orgasm, but I guess this being your first-first is a little different,” Trixie suggested. “How’s it feel?”

“N-nice,” Zecora moaned. Her head dropped until she was inadvertently nuzzling cheeks with Trixie. She rocked her body around, savoring the exquisite friction of Trixie’s fur against her own. “You,” she panted, “a-are better than… than I was led to believe.”

Trixie beamed. “And you’re not so bad either, for a virgin.”

Zecora pulled herself up, just enough to look Trixie in the eye. “Am I still a virgin?” It was mindboggling, and just a little bit frustrating, to think that after everything she’d done, she still hadn’t crossed this arbitrary yet seemingly insurmountable obstacle. How much more would it take before she finally rid herself of this damnable title that now seemed to be the single biggest cause for her pariah status in this town?

Trixie hummed thoughtfully and ran a hoof along the zebra’s cheek. “Lots of ponies say it doesn’t count until the penis is in a vagina.” Her grin widened when she felt Zecora’s flinch from her word choice. “But Trixie thinks she knows of something you might like more.”

“And that is?” Zecora leaned forward, eyes wide with interest.

“If you’ll stop crushing Trixie, she might be able to show you,” she wheezed.

Realizing she really was crushing the blue unicorn beneath her, Zecora jumped back almost a meter. “Sorry.”

“Nah,” Trixie exhaled her relief. “That just means you’re excited.” Sitting up, she performed a few quick stretches. “Alright, then. First step is to do what Trixie does. Alright?”

Zecora nodded, already missing the warmth of Trixie’s body.

Trixie sat up straight and patiently waited for Zecora to mirror her. Next Trixie leaned back, placing her hooves on the floor behind her. She also pushed her groin forward a little, causing her legs to part. She waited. “Well?”

Zecora stared transfixed at what Trixie had on display. The unicorn’s slit was winking, flashing its tantalizingly pink insides. Zecora felt a spike of elation and excitement, but also a tiny bit of frustration. It was like she was being teased, which made her feel just a little irate that the thing teasing her wasn’t already in her grasp. Worse, she was already growing impatient for whatever the next instruction would be, indignant that it would no doubt keep her from the object of her desire; even if she had no idea what she’d do once she had it. These thoughts were immature and promptly dismissed, but they did increase the zebra’s anticipation for what was to come.

“While Trixie is flattered, she’s horny as fuck from that little foreplay session of yours,” she informed with a light blush. “Shall we move on to the main course?”

Zecora nodded excitedly.

“Good. Now sit back as Trixie has. Yes. Spread your legs a little, and be ready to hold that one up.”

Zecora obeyed. It felt so shameful to put herself on display like this. Certainly it would have been so much worse if Trixie weren’t a lowly slave, but this was still embarrassing. The zebra’s face was turning as red as a cactus flower. It was mortifying the way her body would act against her wishes, winking at Trixie in a way that could only be described as inviting. Unable to stop herself, she couldn’t help but compare how Trixie’s… how her ‘area’ was so much more nicely trimmed than her own. Zecora’s ‘area’ was practically a jungle in comparison.

It’s not my fault, she insisted to herself. How was I to know this was my destiny this morning? I’d have shaved, or at least done a handsome trim. Gods of the land, please let this slave’s judgement be merciful! She tensed and quietly awaited Trixie’s verdict, not even feeling silly for fearing the judgement of a slave.

“Don’t shave, huh?” Trixie remarked casually as she took a closer look at Zecora’s exposed groin. “Trixie does not really care one way or the other, but you might want to trim the hedges just a little for the other ponies in town. Not too many are fond of finding hairs in their mouths after some courtesy oral.”

Zecora felt herself nod in silent acceptance of this wisdom, already planning this addition to her hygienic routine. She could barely even register her own relief at Trixie’s kind words.

“Alright then. Now Trixie is going to scooch a bit closer.” She did as described, using her legs to awkwardly pull herself forward as her butt slid along the ground. “Now lift that leg a bit higher. That’s it.” When Zecora’s left leg was at a sufficient height, Trixie slid her right leg underneath while holding onto the zebra’s.

Zecora felt her heart attempting to break out of her rib cage as her body was maneuvered into its awkward position. Her right leg was wrapped around the unicorn’s waist, bringing their groins within a hair’s breadth of one another. Zecora swallowed a moan as she felt the warmth coming off of Trixie. The unicorn was scrawny, lightly muscled, but the friction of her fur was as wondrous as ever. She wanted to start moving, to grind bellies right then and there, but feared ruining things by breaking from the plan too early. Instead, she stared down at where the two slits were winking at each other. Both looked as excited as she felt. She grinned and blurted the first thing that came to mind. “They want to kiss.”

Trixie snickered. “That’s the idea.”

Zecora snapped up. “Wh-what?”

“We kiss. You know… with our lower lips,” Trixie explained with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows. “Do you like that?” She pointed at her forehead and wiggled her brow again. “Not many ponies can work their brow with the same mastery of Trixie.”

Zecora swallowed convulsively. “M-my guts have tightened. For your instruction, I am anxious to be enlightened.”

Trixie giggled. “Okay. I was a little skeptical at first, but I think that rhyming thing is a little cute.” Zecora continued staring at her with stony impatience, leading to Trixie awkwardly coughing to break the silence. “Right then. Well, Trixie supposes she’ll take the lead. Feel free to join when you’re ready.” With that, Trixie rocked her hips forward, closing the final millimeters with the other mare as their pussy lips finally kissed. She felt her insides reaching out for the unicorn’s, embracing the blue mare with a level of intimacy she’d scarcely imagined.

Trixie gave an exaggerated “nnngh” as she felt the same. Somehow she’d imagined Zecora’s vulva to be rougher, but it wasn’t. It was as soft, wet, and eager as any other mare she’d scissored with. She continued rocking her hips, now really getting into the swing of things. “Do you feel… that?” she asked between breaths. “There! That was guuuhngh… Trixie’s clit. Trixie’s clit is saying ‘hi’ to yours.”

Zecora smiled like an idiot. She knew she was smiling like an idiot, but she was too happy to care. The contact of her tiny nub with Trixie’s had sent volts careening through her body, leaving her legs just a little numb. “G-greetings… clit? Wha-what do nnngh… you…” she trailed off, unable to keep her focus. Her hips began rocking of their own accord, trying to realign to recreate that sensation once more.

Trixie’s breathing was growing heavy and labored. “She w-wants you t-to huuuggg, oh fuck!” She’d accidentally brushed Zecora’s clit again, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. She very nearly came right then and there, but held it back. After all she’d done to build up to this moment, it’d be such a waste to not finish together.

Zecora nodded desperately and hoped she understood Trixie’s direction. She mirrored the slave mare’s movements, rocking her hips back and forth with rising fervor. “Aoooh!” she cried. The world around her was growing increasingly fuzzy. She heard only the cute little moans and whimpers from the blue mare, complimented by the wet squelches as their vulvas rubbed together. Her vision could only barely make out the vague motions of the blue mare bouncing and swaying. She felt the warmth and gentle tingle of the blue mare’s fur rubbing against her own as she rocked back and forth. But more than that she felt the overwhelming ecstasy of her lower lips attempting to eat Trixie’s.

“T-Trixieee!”

“Hehe, present,” Trixie giggled. She never ceased in her rocking, but an attention whore like herself could never resist the sound of her own name. “Getting c-close,” she warned, redoubling her efforts.

That snapped Zecora back to reality as she also noted a tightening in her abdomen. Something was definitely building up, ready to burst, and she had a pretty good idea of what it was. “S-same,” she admitted frightfully. She looked up at Trixie, eyes imploring for instruction, but the unicorn either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She was just moving faster, increasing friction to ever higher levels of bliss. Zecora took this as her answer, and responded in kind. “C-close,” she cried out, feeling right on the edge.

The squelches were happening faster now. Faster and faster. Finally, the moment Trixie had waited for had arrived. Giving one last thrust,

Zecora threw her head back, tongue hanging out and mouth open in a silent scream. She felt her pussy spasming on a level she’d never reached with a mere hoof. Her orgasm – the first real one she’d ever had – erupted with a flood of mare juices. Even as her vaginal lips were pressed so tightly against Trixie’s, the pressure still caused their intimate kiss to leak as globules of clear liquid shot out across their thighs.

Trixie would pat herself on the back for her expert timing later. For now, she was reaping the fruits of her labor as she came. Her vuvla lips had instinctively clenched around Zecora’s as she felt her orgasm flow forth. Zecora’s legs had wrapped around Trixie with a possessive tightness. It was a little rough, but Trixie didn’t mind as the two mares rode out their orgasms together.

Zecora came down first, right on top of Trixie. The unicorn fell on her back with a thud, the zebra’s weight forcing the air from her lungs. While Trixie’s first thought was to angrily snap and push the zebra off, instead she found her hooves moving of their own accord to embrace the other mare. Zecora returned the gesture, and the two stayed like that for some time, holding each other as their breathing provided the only ambience in the room.

Zecora said something unintelligible.

“What?”

“I…” she panted, “th-thank… wonderful.”

Trixie beamed and gently stroked at Zecora’s mane. Ponies rarely did that for her back when her show was on the road. It wouldn’t have really been appropriate, given her character as the Great and Powerful Trixie. Even so, she’d always been appreciative whenever somepony had shown her the courtesy of some aftercare. “Well, that’s it then.”

Zecora summoned her remaining strength to look up and meet Trixie’s gaze.

Trixie’s smile was wide and proud. “Trixie has taken your v-card.”

Zecora’s expression lit up. Her strength was coming back faster and she pulled herself up from the blue mare. “I… am…”

“-not a virgin?” Trixie offered.

Zecora just nodded, her eyes wide in wonder. Then she looked down at the mare on the floor, gave her a smile, and pulled her up. She waited for Trixie to smooth out her fur, ignoring the way her own body felt sticky for now. “You have done me a service, slave Trixie,” she offered formally. “I… shall inform your master of your success.”

Trixie just rolled her eyes at the tedious formality. Granted, she hadn’t expected the zebra to fall for her just because she was her first, but she’d still hoped for a teensy bit more respect. Maybe Zecora was still holding a bit of a grudge after Trixie had run off that first time? Or maybe Trixie should start expecting treatment befitting her status? Whatever the case, Trixie felt physically satisfied and emotionally drained. “Of course Trixie performed splendidly,” she replied proudly, striking a pose. “Trixie always leaves her audience in a daze!”

Zecora managed a small, amused laugh. “Then we shall return to the others to finish these negotiations.”

“Might as well,” Trixie agreed with a shrug.

“And perhaps, as part of my fee, once in a while you can pay a visit to me?”

Trixie’s ears perked. Now that was the kind of slave treatment she could get used to.

Dear Princess Molestia

I can sincerely say that I hope this will be the most ashamed I ever feel in writing these reports. Over the last couple days, I made the ultimate mistake of literally judging a book by its cover. That’s ‘literal’ in the dictionary sense, and not just the slang of uneducated ponies who don’t know any better.

When I began showing symptoms of a strange affliction, Spike directed me to a book that would have given me all the answers, even if they would have been difficult to parse out at the time. However, because I found the book’s title to be less than impressive, I immediately dismissed it. One thing led to another, and I ended up committing felony breaking and entering. The victim, a zebra shaman, has agreed not to press charges, provided that my friends and I put in a good word with the townsfolk and dispel a bunch of silly rumors about her.

[Twilight only added this part after I pestered her.]

As for the zebra, she was quite the fascinating creature. Her stripes give her an exotic appeal, but more interesting is the knowledge she brings from her homeland. As it turns out, much to my surprise, holistic magic and herbal remedies aren’t as B.S. as I’d previously believed. I think I’ll be paying her a visit now and then so that we can swap theorems, and maybe something more. ;D

[Had to bug her doubly for this part.]

And on the subject of covers, books, and judging, I’m starting to reevaluate my opinion of Trixie. You gave her to me for a reason, and I should be more mindful of her experience. Had I been thoughtful enough to properly use her as an asset, I could have saved all of us a whole heaping helping of trouble. I’m still getting the hang of being a slave owner, but I think I’m starting to understand that being a slave doesn’t make her any less of a pony.

Yours truly

Twilight Sparkle


Author's Note

So this was a pretty interesting experience for me. It was fun to explore this clash of cultures and I really liked the world building I squeezed in. Less confident in the actual sex part, as this was my first attempt with anatomically correct pony yuri. Hopefully you guys still enjoyed.

Tier 1: None at this time
Tier 2: Jake Nelson
Tier 3: Drake565

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