My Little Orgy 2

by Typist Gray

Chapter 38: Winter Wrapped Up

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As Twilight and AJ began implementing the new strategy for the planters, Spike ran up to the yellow filly with the red bow. “S’up, Apple Bloom.”

“Spike!” AB ran up to the drake, threw her front hooves over his shoulders, and pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss. “Where ya’ll been all day. Ah was sure Twilight’d want ta join the planters, which meant you wouldn’t be far behind.”

“It’s a long story,” Spike said with a shrug. He then delivered the long story while AB guided him through shoveling around the trees and other areas the plows couldn’t reach. “So now, Twi is with your sister, and she’s gonna try giving instructions without me.”

AB snickered. “Yer like one o’ them hummin’ bird parents, always flutterin’ around ‘n’ never lettin’ yer chicks stray too far from the nest.”

“Am I, though?” Spike asked as he shoveled alongside the filly. “Twilight depends on me as her assistant, but I think everyone’s making mountains out of molehills. She did the whole Nightmare Moon thing without me.”

AB nodded. “True, so why d’ya look so worried?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. You think Twilight’s right about Molestia testing her with Trixie?”

“Ah ain’t know nothin’ ‘bout that. Ah barely know Trixie, ‘n’ Ah can’t even say Ah’ve properly met ol’ sun-butt,” AB giggled. “But Ah thought you two got along.”

“Well, we do. Trixie can be snippy with Twilight, which I get, but she’s pretty nice once you get to know her. She’s pretty hard working when she’s not deliberately being difficult just to bother Twilight, but something’s still bothering me.”

“Well, Ah might know a thing ‘r two ta calm ya down,” AB seductively intoned while rubbing her flanks against Spike’s side. “Foals get the less important jobs durin’ Winter Wrap Up. We’re mostly s’posed ta keep busy ‘til one ‘f the grownups needs some relief. Course, Ya’ll ain’t a grownup, but Ah think it counts.” Circling to Spike’s front, AB lightly brushed his face with her tail like a feline.

“Oh, hell yeah!” However, before Spike could grab the filly’s hips and penetrate her heavenly tight pussy, AB hip-checked the drake and knocked him onto his back in the snow.

“Why don’t ya’ll lie back ‘n’ let a real filly show ya how we fuck on the farm,” AB purred as she crawled atop Spike’s rounded belly. With her hooves on his chest, she rubbed her little filly slit along his groin, stimulating his cock to come out. “Oh, well, look who came out ta play,” AB tittered when the pink spear emerged. She clenched her butt cheeks around his hot member and wiggled her hips for added stimulation.

“Shit, Bloom! Which of us needs the relief?” Spike jokingly hissed as AB worked his shaft to full erection. His cock felt fantastic as it brushed along the wiggling filly’s anus, taint, and pussy, filling Spike with euphoria.

“P-probably me,” AB breathlessly admitted. She’d started bouncing her rump to build Spike’s excitement further. Spike wasn’t the biggest cock she’d taken, though he was impressive compared to most boys his age. AB particularly loved the little spear’s texture, like the organ was rimmed for his lover’s pleasure. “These planters are a b-bunch of pansies. They jus’ want mah mouth, but Ah’ve been feelin’ backed up all mornin’. Ah need some TLC, Spike,” AB desperately begged. When she felt his erection grow to full mast, she pulled off just enough to align his tip with her slit. Then, rather than slowly slipping him inside, she dropped her hips with a wet *Fwap* sound. She’d hilted him in one go and moaned so loudly that a lot of snow fell from nearby trees. Juices erupted around where their sexes met, and it took the filly a second to remember how to breathe.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Spike gasped as he stared into AB’s flushed o-face. His claws reached under AB’s rump and gave her small bottom a tight squeeze. He dug into her soft and supple cheeks, finally coaxing her to start moving. “Damn, Apple Bloom. You didn’t even rub one out? How could you get this backed up? That ain’t responsible,” he added in imitation of her accent.

Rotating her hips in small circles, AB moaned as Spike’s rimmed rod rubbed along her pussy walls to create heavenly friction. However, the filly overcame her bliss to bare her teeth in a snarl at the drake. “That was yer job, dumbass.”

“H-huh?” Spike asked as the filly alternated her hips between rotating circles and rocking motions. He’d already released into Gilda, so he could hold out for a while. However, AB was working him too well. Plus, that freshly fucked look on her face was driving him nuts.

“Ah was waitin’ fer you, dumbass. None ‘f these damn planters would touch mah pussy. They jus’ wanted me ta suck ‘n’ split. Plus, there ain’t hardly any colts ‘round here, so Ah’ve been waitin’ ALL DAY fer a real cock ta give mah filly hole what it needs.” AB then fiercely smashed her lips into Spike’s as she started raising her hips. Since his arrival, they’d fucked enough that she was all too familiar with his unique anatomy. She barely needed to think as she lifted her hips until only his tip remained, and then dropped back down. Wet smacks, lewd slaps, and carnal moans filled the air as AB claimed what she’d yearned for. Spike’s tongue tasted sweet against hers as the two organs played in each other’s mouths. His cock filled her with a sense of completion each time her hips dropped. She was particularly moved when Spike showed his consideration by prodding her anus with a clawed finger. How sweet, she thought as her pucker stretched beautifully around the intruder. He knows how much Ah’ve been cravin’ a good cum, so he’s makin’ sure he gives me the best possible.

Spike sank his claw in AB’s anus up to the base, making her scream in arousal into his mouth. He took this as motivation to go harder. No longer content to let AB do all the work, Spike began thrusting his hips to match her movements. His grip tightened around her ass as his kneading of her cheeks grew more aggressive. AB just kept moaning her lust. Occasionally, she’d break their kiss and whimper unintelligibly. However, Spike had been to enough orgies to recognize when a pony was asking for more, so he complied. The filly’s tight pussy never failed to impress the drake as it squeezed his shaft each time he hilted back inside. Not to mention that each impact was enhanced with a slight hip wiggle from side to side to further stimulate them both.

AB broke the kiss one final time and shrilly screamed, causing all the snow to fall from the nearby trees. Her second climax was even more explosive than the last. The addition of Spike’s jizz gave her a new level of fullness that made her mind momentarily burn white-hot with euphoria. When AB finally came to, she almost immediately went to sleep. She was strewn across Spike’s warm belly while his claws tenderly scratched her scalp. It was hard to imagine a nicer place to rest one’s eyes. However, in contrast to his prior sweetness, Spike’s jerkiness reared its ugly head. As soon as he detected her lucidity, he scratched the spot behind her ear that he knew would make her leg go crazy. Really, some guys have no consideration. In retaliation to making her react like a dog, AB snuggled her face in his chest. That’d show him.

“Hehe, awake?”

“No, now shut up.” AB’s voice was muffled by Spike’s chest scales. “An’ don’t you dare stop scratchin’, or Ah’ll hurt ya.”

“Apple Bloom! Apple Bloom!” called an alarmed, yet familiar-sounding filly. “Where are you?”

“Ugh!” groaned the yellow filly as she felt her hopes for the perfect nap slip away. “Over here,” she tiredly called back.

“What happened? I heard you—Whoa!” Scootaloo came to a skidding halt at the snow’s edge. Everything within a meter of the yellow filly atop the drake had completely melted. The orange filly in the green vest adopted a lascivious grin. “I was gonna say that I came when I heard all the screaming, but it looks like I’m not the only one.”

“Hehe, nice one,” offered Pinkie.

“Thanks.” Seeing the outstretched hoof, Scootaloo did the neighborly thing and clopped hers to the pink one before turning back to her friends. She then thought about what just happened and looked around, only to find no Pinkie. There weren’t even tracks where the mare should have stood for the hoof bump. Like most ponies who’d spent enough time in Ponyville, Scootaloo decided to preserve her sanity by not thinking too hard about whatever Pinkie had done. “Anyway, uh, it looks like you two had fun.”

“You have no idea,” AB cooed as she reluctantly forced herself to leave the comfort of Spike’s belly. Once she helped him up, she turned her most hospitable smile on her winged friend. “Haven’t seen ya in a while, Scoots. Keepin’ busy?”

Scootaloo puttered her lips. “Sorta. I kept trying to transfer to the weather team, but no pony would listen to me. Rainbow Dash is working so hard; I’ll bet she needs somepony on full-time service duty.”

AB and Spike shared a knowing look before the filly spoke. “Ya’ll sure got a one-track mind, don’t ya.”

“It’s called having aspirations,” Scootaloo defended.

“So, have ya’ll done any work, today?” AB asked, only to puzzle as Scootaloo started snickering.

“Like I said, sorta. See, I kept running around so much with my eyes on the sky that I didn’t see where I was going. Sure enough, I kept running into pony butts. Hehe, it’s like my face is magnetized to them or something.”

“Is that contagious?” Spike asked. “Cuz I wouldn’t mind getting some of that.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet you wouldn’t,” Scootaloo cheekily replied. “Anyway, since I was there, I just went along with whatever they wanted, which was usually sitting on my face for a few minutes.” The disgruntled pegasus kicked at the snow. “No pony bothered to touch my pussy, though.”

“Ah know, right!” AB exclaimed, grateful for a kindred spirit. “Grownups are such assholes. They’re so focused on gettin’ off on us that they never stop ta think we might want ta get off, too. It’s messed up, is what it is.”

Spike touched his claw to his chin. “Now that you mention it, I did see Rarity sitting on some colt’s face. She wasn’t touching him much, either, but I thought that was just Rarity being Rarity.”

“Fer her, maybe, but what’s everypony else’s excuse?” AB demanded.

“Maybe we should find Gilda when she gets back. I’ll bet she’d love to eat some filly pussy.” Spike saw the apprehensive looks on his friends’ faces and amended, “The regular way, guys. That beak is softer than it looks, which I know from first-hand experience.” He gestured down at his groin, where his spent cock had already retreated into its sheath.

Scootaloo had mixed feelings on this idea. On the one hoof, Gilda was Rainbow’s bitch, so getting in good with the griffon would surely earn some brownie points with her idol. On the other hoof, griffons were big and scary, so she was stuck. Luckily, she caught sight of something to save her from this awkward tangent. “Wow, you’re leaking so much. Spike pumped you good, huh?”

AB lifted her hind leg to sneak a peek at her pussy, which she confirmed to be oozing white globs down her inner thighs. Then, for reasons she didn’t quite understand, the little earth filly smiled so hard that her cheeks hurt. “Whoa, talk about a cream pie.”

“Pie? Did somepony say pie?” Trixie came sprinting into view, only to collapse in a panting heap in the snow. “I heard somepony mention a pie.”

“Uh, Spike gave me a cream pie.” AB angled her body and gestured at her rump while pushing out her chest in pride. “Does that count?”

Trixie huffed her discontent. “We finished scoring early, so Pinkie had the bright idea to play some game. She took off without explaining the rules and told Trixie to follow her. Trixie did, but she lost track of the pink menace, and now, Trixie is here.” She stared awkwardly between the youngsters. “So, what’s going on?”

Scootaloo perked up as she saw her chance. “Hey, do you think we could fuck real quick? Like, really fuck, not just you getting off and leaving me high and dry.”

“Trixie supposes. ‘Tis been a while since I’ve had a filly, and you seem eager.”

Scootaloo triumphantly pumped her hoof. “Yes!”

Then Trixie held up a halting hoof. “Just one question.” She pointed at the perfect clearing in the snow. “What happened there?”

“Spike gets hot when he cums,” AB explained frankly. “He’s hot all the time, but he gets extra smokin’ when he’s poundin’ pussy.”

Trixie rolled her eyes with a good-natured chuckle. “Figures. Trixie should have known. Alright, filly, get on your back. Trixie’s in charge.”

“What?” Scootaloo asked indignantly. “Why?”

“Because the Great and Powerful Trixie is bigger, stronger, and wiser to the ways of the world. Fillies your age are meant to lie back and learn as their elders pass on their knowledge,” Trixie informed, almost sounding sincere in her nobility. “Now, get on your back and spread your pussy. Momma’s thirsty.” With her magic, she pushed Scootaloo to her back in the clearing.

Scootaloo saw no point in fighting. Her pussy ached with need. So long as this mare helped her get off, that’s all that mattered. As the blue unicorn loomed over her with hunger in her eyes, Scootaloo was momentarily taken aback when the mare switched positions. Now, the filly stared directly up at the mare’s crotch boobs, which looked pleasantly plump. She licked her lips when her eyes trailed up to the slip of pink that glistened in the noon sun. Before Scootaloo could say a word, the blue bottom dropped onto her face. The filly’s muzzle immediately poked into the mare’s pussy lips. The tantalizing odor overrode her annoyance and prompted her tongue to come out and explore.

“Ah, that’s it,” Trixie cooed. “There’s nothing like having a little filly’s face wedged up your crack after a long day’s work.” She wiggled her rump to encourage more action, but then her eyes fell upon the filly’s pink slit. It was so small and tender-looking. Trixie licked her lips as she leaned in for a better look. She inhaled through her nose. “Mmh, fresh filly; part of a balanced breakfast,” she tittered and latched onto the tiny sex. Trixie’s moans intensified as she sucked on the small sex. Her tongue was able to penetrate much more deeply than the filly’s, which made the little pegasus squirm under her larger lover’s rump.

Trixie tasted as sweet as any mare Scootaloo had sampled that day, which encouraged her tongue to probe deeper and lap up more juices. However, there was an unusual tang that Scootaloo couldn’t quite place. She liked it all the same, yet her brain still registered it as unusual. However, the tongue in her own pussy reminded her that there were other priorities. Thinking what Rainbow Dash would do, Scootaloo was determined not to be dominated. Luckily, she’d had the sense to spread her front hooves when the ass came down, so they were at least usable, even if they lacked much reach. However, Rainbow would not be deterred so easily, and neither would Scootaloo. The filly reached up to touch as much of Trixie’s ass as she could and gave her cheeks a domineering squeeze to assert her all-powerful will.

Trixie tittered into Scootaloo’s pussy as the filly tenderly and affectionately hugged her bottom. She clenched her ass around the foal’s face to return the gesture, and continued tongue-fucking the filly’s fillyhood. *Slurp-slurp.* As expected, the inexperienced filly came before Trixie. However, the unicorn had to give the little pegasus props for lasting this long. As the filly’s juices flowed forth, the mare greedily slurped and drank every drop that came in reach. Foal orgasms were generally sweeter than their older counterparts, and Trixie was all too happy to accept this sugary beverage. Once she’d had her fill, Trixie continued swirling her tongue around the little filly’s clit to clean off any excess juice. Eventually, she decided to stop holding back.

A tidal wave of mare juices exploded across Scootaloo’s face. It was a lot more than the other mares she’d serviced, and her small, filly mouth just couldn’t keep up. So much of the liquid spread across her face and leaked down her head, but Scootaloo didn’t mind the mess. She was lost in the euphoria of drinking mare cum as a second, smaller orgasm took her. The filly’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she reflexively drank every drop that was generously gifted her.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” AB cried, calling attention to herself. It was only natural that watching the others go at it would rekindle her arousal. She was on her belly with her hind legs spread and Spike holding her down. “Huuuh! Haa! Hnngh!” She panted as his hips collided with her little cheeks each time he slammed his cock into her anus. “M-more!”

“You got it, babe,” Spike growled as he picked up the pace and the sounds of impacts complimented the filly’s lewd moans. *Fwap! Slap! Smack!* Instead of immediately pulling out after every thrust, he’d occasionally change things up by rotating his hips to stir his stick into her rectum. “Fuck, that’s a tight ass! And you saved it for me?”

AB dug her hooves into the dirt and bore her teeth. Each impact against her bum felt like a small spanking, and she loved it. “N-not by choice. Yer jus’ the only guy with the balls to—” Before she could finish, Spike leaned down and kissed her cheek. AB felt like her body was set aflame as she climaxed. Her ass clenched around Spike’s cock as she came, spraying a mix of filly juice and dragon jizz all over the dirt between her legs. At the same time, Spike emptied another round into her butt. *Splurt!* His thick seed oozed out and over her still-leaking pussy, completely eclipsing it in spunk.

Spike exhaled his satisfaction as he sat on AB’s thighs. His cock felt nice and cozy wedged in her anus, so he left it there and gently rocked his hips to maintain his erection. “Not bad, Bloom. Give me a minute, and I’ll be ready for another go. Uh, Apple Bloom?” he asked when she didn’t answer. Checking, he found AB’s face flushed red and blissed out. He smiled, turned to the others, and said, “I don’t think Apple Bloom’s home right now.”

“Not bad, Spike,” Trixie praised. After cumming, she decided to enjoy the show. Scootaloo had been granted the privilege of Trixie’s designated beverage dispenser. This meant that Trixie held the orange filly upside down and occasionally sucked on her pussy as she watched the yellow filly get her ass creamed. Scootaloo was almost as blissed-out as AB, and couldn’t do much more than paw at Trixie’s marehood in response. “Trixie can count on her hooves how many colts can fuck a filly stupid.”

Spike beamed and straightened. “Eh, ya know, it’s a gift.”

“A very functional gift,” Trixie said while pointing at the area around the youngsters. The snow had melted again. “Perhaps that should be your new job. Every Winter Wrap Up, everypony else stays home, and you fuck fillies until the snow is gone.”

Spike chuckled. “Even I can’t do all of Ponyville. That’d take, like, a week.” He looked down at AB. Her moans were so cute as she lay there, helpless and happy with her hindquarters drenched in his jizz. “I mean, it’d still be a team effort.”

Trixie nodded. “I heard that Twilight is making more changes. Perhaps we should tell her to add this to the roster.”

Spike turned to where the planters had reorganized and quickly located Twilight. Grinning, he said, “Yeah, but later. She looks pretty busy right now.”

***

“Ooh, let’s see here. Um, I think we should—Ah-ha-ha—fuck, that’s good.” Checking her list, Twilight alternated between moans of worry and arousal. “Uh, wh-where was I?”

“Plows, darlin’,” AJ affectionately reminded as she licked her lips of her juicy treat. Contrary to before, she looked out over the other workers with her body turned sideways, for efficiency. “We were talkin’ ‘bout the plows.”

“Ah, right, erhem.” Twilight cleared her throat as she went back to her checklist. Her penmanship was indeed atrocious, but at least she could read it. Her body felt hot, and the frequent oral attacks against her pussy would have distracted a lesser mare. However, Twilight thrived under such stimulation. “First the snowplows, then the regular farm plows, and the seeders. It’s easier to do it all in one go.”

“Gotta admit, those are some mighty pursy lines,” AJ appraised as she watched her team take to their new tasks with remarkable ease. They were the same tasks as every year, but in a new order, which got things done so much quicker. “You’ve outdone yerself, Twi. Ah think you’ve earned a reward.” AJ then dropped her lips onto the pussy held directly below her chin, making the purple mare shudder against her belly. The ropes tying Twilight to AJ’s belly weren’t the most comfortable, but they got the job done. Now, with the unicorn upside down, both mares had easy access to one another’s pussies. Their cocks, however, were dismissively squished between their bodies. As much as the pair loved playing with their new appendages, sometimes, a mare just needed to be a mare.

“Nnngh, yesss,” Twilight hissed as she tried to keep her eyes on her charts. “A-at the rate we’re going, w-we should finish by—Hey, no swirling!” she whined as AJ swirled her tongue over the purple mare’s clit. “How would you like it if I swirled you?”

“Ah’d like that very much, thank you.” Smirking, AJ wiggled her rump. She knew how to maximize the jiggle in her muscled cheeks. The relaxation in Twilight’s frame told her that she’d succeeded. “Ah envy ya, Twi. Must be nice ta stare at the only thang more luscious than an apple. Bet ya wanna just take a nice, big bite ‘f it, don’t ya?”

Twilight couldn’t answer. She was busy drowning in fruity, aromatic bliss that radiated from AJ’s backside. Pussy musk mixed with ass sweat to create the perfect perfume to hypnotize anyone, but especially Twilight. The view wasn’t half-bad either. AJ’s round rump was big without being fat. The proportions and feel were top-notch, and Twilight knew from experience that those cheeks made the perfect pillows. Although, it was debatable if they were better as facial covers. “Eep!” she yelped when a sharp chill stung her pussy. “I’m up. I’m up! What’d I miss?”

AJ giggled after gently blowing onto her girlfriend’s crotch. “Well, those ponies in the third row are slowin’ down a tad. Somepony oughtta say somethin’, don’t ya think?”

“Hmm? Oh, right, me, yes.” Twilight cleared her throat and called, “Hey, you guys in the third row. Pick it up. You’re falling behind. Pick up the pace, or we won’t finish on time.”

“That the best ya can do?” AJ asked. “Ah certainly don’t feel motivated.”

Twilight frowned thoughtfully. “But they won’t meet the scheduled deadline. Isn’t that enough?”

“Fer you, maybe, but most ponies ain’t sticklers fer schedules. What would ya tell Spike if he was lollygaggin’?”

Twilight turned her scrutinizing eye over to the trees. “Well, I’d basically told him to gag the loli in the red bow, but it looks like he’s only stuffed her so far.”

“Hehe, nice one.”

“Thank you, Pinkie,” Twilight said and clopped the pink mare’s hoof. “Anyway, he…” Twilight trailed off as she performed a double-take on the area, finding no signs of her pinkness. Then, deciding to save that investigation for later, she continued. “Anyway, Spike usually does all his chores in a timely manner. If he’s lagging, I might offer him extra gems as an incentive.”

“Uh-huh,” AJ leadingly said, slowly spinning her hoof to motion Twilight to think it over.

“Oh, right.” Purple smart giggled and called again. “If we finish on time, I know a spell to magically suck off a dozen ponies at once.” Twilight beamed as everyone in earshot redoubled their pace. “Whoa, that was easier than I thought.”

“Ah know, right. It’s almost like ya were born ta tell ponies what ta do,” observed AJ as she teasingly nosed Twilight’s taint. “Though, Ah think ya should still try ta go it alone some more.”

“Why? It looks like I’ve got this stuff down.”

“Givin’ ponies orders, sure, but Ah think this is still in yer comfort zone. So, ta step out, ya might wanna try strikin’ up a conversation that ain’t work-related.” Twilight’s tension told AJ that she was on the right track. “Ah love ya, sugar cube, but ya can’t always depend on Spike as yer handler. T’ain’t fair ta either of ya, ‘n’ Ah think ya know that. That’s why ya sent ‘im away in the first place.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Twilight conceded. “Hmm, I wonder if that’s what Trixie’s supposed to do; give me practice talking to different kinds of ponies I normally wouldn’t even acknowledge.”

“Well, we can save that fer later, Ah think. Start small ‘n’ work yer way up. Fer now, Ah think Ah oughtta help ya make more lists,” AJ seductively intoned.

***

Sure enough, Twilight’s reorganization of the planters meant that they finished well ahead of schedule; too far, in fact. The weather team had barely started moving the clouds to melt the snow, so the planters couldn’t get extra water from the lakes and ponds to water the seeds. Seeing delays in both the weather and animal teams, AJ escorted Twilight to each of them to give the same reorganization treatment. Rather than the rigid division of labor that had characterized past Winter Wrap Ups, AJ happily lent some spare planters to the other teams to help them catch up, which totally wasn’t an excuse to show off.

Just as Twilight predicted, Gilda had scared the birds into scattering, so Fluttershy had to round them back up. The griffon’s strength was put to better use cleaning most of the snow and dangerous icicles from the trees. Then Rarity followed behind and neatly tidied up whatever Gilda had missed. Pinkie had already spread the word about grids to the other lake scorers, so little more was needed there. While seemingly a slacker, Rainbow took her job very seriously, especially when others depended on her, and was happy to switch to the new system. As the speedster saw it, Twilight’s changes weren’t too drastic, and the switch meant an end to conflicting demands from the other teams. And when Fluttershy finally returned with the birds, it warmed her heart to see all of her precious animals awake, and especially horny. Thanks to Sweetie Belle’s impressive singing and ridiculously powerful lungs, every den around Ponyville had been emptied in record time.

For the first time in years, winter had wrapped up on time. When it came time to give credit for this accomplishment, Mayor Mare graciously appointed Twilight to the new position of All Team Organizer. Technically, this had always been the mayor’s job as Chief Administrator, but that position was more ceremonial than anything. Of course, Mayor Mare did take credit for recognizing Twilight’s potential and appointing her to the job best suited to her skills. In the end, all was well.

“Trixie,” Twilight threateningly called.

Whickering her defeat, Trixie performed the march of shame to the purple mare. She tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard with Twilight still tied under AJ’s belly with juices stained around her muzzle. “Y-yes, m-mistress,” she snorted a laugh.

“What you said earlier, about me being too dependent on Spike.”

Trixie braced herself for another paddling.

“I’d just like to say that I’m not the only one who needs to learn how to talk to others.”

Trixie hesitantly let her guard down. “Pardon?”

“I admit that you made some good points this morning. I am too dependent on Spike, and I need to change that. Credit where credit is due, and all that. However, I don’t believe for a second that your intent was benevolent,” Twilight firmly added. “After thinking it over and talking with AJ” —she affectionately hugged the earth mare’s applicious ass— “it’s hard not to see that as anything other than bullying.”

Trixie resumed bracing herself.

“Unfortunately, I’m equally convinced that this might be why you’re here.” Seeing Trixie’s confusion, Twilight added, “Yeah, I barely get it either. However, Molestia sent you to me as some kind of assignment with no clear direction, so I’m left to guess based on evidence as it comes. While it isn’t appropriate for a slave to address her master so disrespectfully, I’m also hesitant to punish you for honesty laced with malice. As such, I’ll let you off with a warning. If you want to poke at my insecurities and shortcomings, you better be sure that there’s a damn good point behind it. If not, you can just sleep on the floor from now on.” Twilight shivered when a kiss to her vulva told her that she’d done well.

Though still apprehensive, Trixie nodded. “Understood, mistress. Trixie will endeavor to only tear you down when you deserve it.”

Twilight groaned. “Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure that’s all I can ask. You are dismissed.”

***

Dear Princess Molestia

I just finished participating in Ponyville’s Winter Wrap Up. I must admit that I’m not surprised that they hadn’t finished concluding winter on time in years. Their organization skills were abysmal, and don’t get me started on their time management system. Naturally, as with most things, the problem lies with the leaders. Mayor Mare is nice and charismatic, but I certainly wouldn’t vote for her. I’m also proud to add that, with encouragement from my good friends, mostly Spike, I figured out how to use my non-magical skills to the town’s benefit. In fact, I enjoyed organizing and telling ponies what to do so much that I may even run for mayor in the next election.

On a more personal note, I’d like to go off on a tangent about my shower thoughts, so to speak. I’ve been thinking about the role you intended for Trixie. Simple labor obviously isn’t it, as Spike and I have that covered. Plus, we both know that you’re never that straightforward, Princess. I’ve narrowed it down to something regarding personal relations. Trixie is a hard worker, but incredibly frustrating at times. We’ve been together long enough that she’s learned how to push my buttons, and I wonder if that’s the point. Are you testing me with a low-level nemesis to keep me on my tippy hooves?

I don’t expect you to give me a straight answer. Given that this is such an unorthodox assignment, consider this tangent to be an unorthodox progress report. Trixie is annoying, but she sometimes makes good points that force me to think. As a direct result, I plan on tackling more social interaction scenarios without Spike or my friends as backup. Hopefully, this will help me connect with the voters, should I pursue politics. More importantly, I’d at least appreciate a confirmation of whether this is the conclusion that you intended me to reach at this stage.

Your Faithful Student

Twilight Sparkle


Author's Note

I’d initially put off writing this episode because of the irregular airing date that put winter before fall. Overall, I’m quite satisfied with the result. Twilight’s organization skills save the day, as before, but with the added bonus of some introspection. I’ve written Twilight to be a little too dependent on Spike. Wise beyond his years, the drake rightly assesses that there’s nothing wrong with partners relying on each other, but it’s still a character flaw that leaves room for later development. Also, it was nice to give Spike some side fun, since he deserves it for all the work he does in wrangling Twilight.

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