Twilight didn’t like this. Not one bit. This was just like that one recurring nightmare where she was back in magic kindergarten, brought to stand before the class after making some embarrassing mistake, and further humiliated by the teacher forcing her to give a speech about why she was such a dumb-dumb. Only this time, things were so much worse. The room was the treebrary’s living area, which should have made her feel safe. The teacher’s role was played by Spike, which should have been hot. Unfortunately, that stern glower, those crossed arms, and that impatiently tapping foot all said that he meant business, and not the fun kind. The ruler he held at the ready was a little exciting, though. However, by far, the absolute worst element of this nightmare brought to life was the role of the judgmental class being served by her.

“Trixie feels very uncomfortable right now,” informed the blue mare as she sat with her back to the central table to face Twilight better. The purple unicorn had an expression like she’d just been beaten down by a vicious and merciless lecture. Based on the dragon standing behind her, there could only be one culprit, which nearly brought a smile to Trixie’s face. Spike putting Twilight in her place always made Trixie happy. It felt like a proxy victory. However, this time was different. This time, somehow, Trixie was at the center of whatever was happening, and she didn’t like it. Nope, not one bit.

“Do I have to?” Twilight whined. Spike’s response was more cruel and devastating than Twilight had feared. He shook his head in disappointment.

“No, Twi. You don’t have to, but you should.” Spike then added, “And you know why.”

Twilight sighed in defeat and lifted her head high to face her slave. “Trixie, I have something to say to you.”

“Trixie figured as much,” she said with only mild sass.

Twilight bit back her annoyance with her slave’s attitude. Spike was right. This had to be said. “Trixie, I just want to inform you that… that…”

Spike cleared his throat.

“That I am grateful for your contribution back in Froggy Bottom Bog,” Twilight said with a bit more volume than she’d intended, almost sounding like she was in a heated argument. “Not only that, but I am impressed with the scholarly expertise you demonstrated in the previous events. And…” she trailed off before lowering her volume to an acceptable library level. “And I was also impressed by your survival instincts with Pinkie’s twitching.”

Trixie rubbed her hoof in one ear before flopping both. “Care to repeat that? Trixie isn’t sure she heard mistress correctly,” she said in mild disbelief.

Twilight gave a pained groan. “Fine, you want me to say it? I’ll say it! Trixie, thank you for saving my ass from that hydra. If you hadn’t given me that boost, I might not have made it. You’re also way smarter than I’ve given you credit for, and I… I’m sorry for being such a cunt to you.”

Trixie blinked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Beg pardon?”

“I said I’m sorry! There, happy!?” Twilight boomed, only to yelp following a sharp *Smack*. She turned around and leveled a hurt expression at Spike. However, he remained as stern as ever as he threateningly tapped the ruler in his other palm. With another groan, purple smart returned to facing Trixie. “I’m sorry, okay?” Twilight said more softly.

Trixie tilted her head, her ears adorably flopping. “Trixie… may be suffering from a mild case of shock.” She glanced at Spike. “D-did that really just happen?”

Spike nodded. “I’ve been trying to tell Twi to treat you better, but it’s like for every step forward, she falls back on her ass. There’s been no commitment. Well, that changes now. Just because you’re her bitch, that’s no excuse for Twi to be bitchy to you. At least, not unless you deserve it.”

“In my defense, sometimes it seems like she’s asking for it,” Twilight quietly spoke up, only to earn another *Whack* to the rump. “Ow! Hey, I was being serious.”

“That’s not how you apologize, Twi,” Spike warned.

“Well, why should I have to be the only one when Trixie keeps giving me attitude? That’s not how slaves are supposed to act,” Twilight argued.

Spike rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know she’s asking for it, but that doesn’t matter right now, Twilight. Just take the L, admit you got a less than perfect score on this one, and move on to the next part of the assignment.”

“Um, excuse me,” Trixie cut in. “Exactly how is Trixie asking for it?” she asked with mild resentment of the one housemate she could usually trust.

Spike shrugged. “Come on, let’s be honest. You know how Twi gets when you give her attitude. So, from where I’m standing, you wouldn’t do it so much if you didn’t enjoy how she reacts.”

“I—gah—that’s not—pshaw…” Trixie incoherently sputtered as she tried to formulate her thoughts. “That is a gross mischaracterization of things. My behavior with Twilight is nothing like that,” she petulantly denied.

“Nah. An oversimplification, maybe, but I’d say that’s pretty accurate,” Spike reasoned. “Don’t forget, I’ve seen your o-face when Twilight hate-fucks you after an extra sassy day.” He gave her a wry grin. “You like it.”

Trixie blushed as her body shook with anger. “So what if I do? I thought the whole reason you’re making Twilight apologize is because she’s wrong about how she treats me.”

“Hate-fucking or spanking you after a day of teasing are fine,” Spike evenly explained. “My issue is with her belittling you when you clearly don’t deserve it.”

“Your issue?” Trixie questioned. “So… what? Does Trixie also have to change her behavior just to fit your idea of how she should be?”

“Since I’m the most emotionally mature one in the room, yes,” Spike authoritatively stated. He then pointed the ruler at Twilight, making her wince. “Molestia pretty much stunted you by encouraging studying and masturbation over real intimacy.” He then pointed the ruler at Trixie, which also made her wince. “And you’re insecurity about your small mana pool led to self-isolation and a fragile ego.” Then Spike’s stern expression softened. “I’ll admit, I’m not purely innocent in this, either. I could have spoken up more with you two, but I was hoping you could figure it out on your own,” he apologetically said to Twilight. “And I definitely could have done more to get your nose out of the books back in school.”

Twilight turned to bodily face the drake. “What? Spike, no. You did nothing wrong. Th-that was all me.”

“But it’s my job to call you out when you do stupid stuff, yet I let this one slide all this time,” Spike argued.

“To be fair, these things only seem obvious in hindsight,” Trixie interjected, sounding mildly reluctant. “It shouldn’t be your job to tell others they’re wrong all the time. Making mistakes is how we learn,” she said while staring at the floor. “As for Trixie,” she looked up, “I don’t hold you responsible for Twilight, and neither should you.” She sighed in defeat. “You’re right, though. Trixie’s overall attitude has… been less than ideal since she was enslaved against her will and pressed into the service of a pony with absolutely no experience managing slaves.”

“Was that sass or sincere?” Twilight whispered to Spike. “I can’t tell.”

“I’m pretty sure it was both. Kind of impressive, honestly,” Spike admitted.

“Well, so long as we’re owning up to our mistakes…” Twilight sucked in a calming breath before looking back at Trixie. “I think I’ve been a little, ya know, resentful of you being here.”

“Resentful?” questioned Trixie.

“Yeah. I mean, I get that it’s not reasonable. You never wanted to be here in the first place. However, every time I saw you in my space, I’d always get a little mad. Even if you were doing a good job with your tongue in my pussy, I still got a little resentful that you were there, to begin with. Again, that wasn’t fair of me, but it’s how I felt.”

“Oh…” Trixie trailed off as she thought. “Looking back, Trixie supposes that would explain a few things.” She clucked her tongue. “So, has that changed?”

“Given recent events, I think it has to,” Twilight answered. She then turned to Spike and said, “Trixie’s also right that I can’t be so dependent on you to catch my mistakes for me. AJ and the others said the same thing, and I’ve tried to change, but… I like depending on you. You make me feel like everything’s alright.”

Spike smiled and lightly blushed. “I like you depending on me, too. It makes me feel needed.”

“As opposed to an adolescent dragon alone in a world of ponies,” Trixie cut in, surprising the others. She then huffed and added, “You said you’re the most emotionally mature. Well, where Trixie’s standing, that doesn’t mean much when we’re all a bunch of idiots.”

“Hey, don’t call me a—” Twilight went silent when Spike warningly poked her butt with the ruler.

“Trixie never wanted to be here. That’s true. However, if Trixie is being honest, she… I don’t exactly, ya know, hate it,” she confessed in a near whisper as she scraped her hoof on the floor. “Being treated like an object to be used for somepony else’s pleasure has been… kind of hot. And maaaybe I’ve been provoking Twilight on purpose.”

“Ha! I knew it. Eep!” Twilight yelped when Spike roughly stabbed the ruler against her labia. “Worth it,” she whispered. When it looked like Trixie had said her piece, purple smart added, “So if we’re all… less than genius, then where do we go from here?”

Spike stepped forward and put his hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “How about we all just try to be a little more understanding and a lot less assholish.”

Smiling appreciatively, Twilight wrapped her arm around Spike and pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek. “I don’t think that’s a word.”

“Fuck you, you anal-retentive cunt,” Spike said in the most endearing way possible, which was actually a lot sweeter than most might expect. He then kissed her back before clearing his throat and gesturing at the other unicorn with his eyes. “Good masters don’t neglect their slaves.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Twilight lit her horn and dragged Trixie toward her across the floor.

The blue mare offered minimal resistance as she accepted whatever fate Twilight had in store. To her surprise, that fate involved a soft and warm pair of lips smashing against hers while both mares’ eyes closed. When Trixie felt the other lips part and something wet poke out, her lips reflexively responded by also opening. She graciously accepted the slippery intruder into her mouth while meeting it with her tongue. The oral appendages did not fight for dominance. It was more like a relaxed dance as they moved between each other’s mouths and casually sampled one another’s flavors.

Twilight broke the kiss first and opened her eyes to find Trixie’s still closed. “So, uh, was that good?”

The blue unicorn chuckled. “Trixie has had better, but she has also had worse. There’s room for improvement.”

“Did you just ask me to slap you with my dick?” Twilight turned to Spike. “She just asked me to slap her with my dick, didn’t she?”

Spike grinned and shrugged. “That’s what it sounded like to me.”

“Dammit, they’ve cracked the code,” Trixie muttered in mock despair. The act quickly morphed into shared giggles amongst the trio.

“Okay, I’ll try to be less of an asshole in the future,” Twilight agreed. “But just so we all understand each other, this doesn’t actually change the household hierarchy. I’m still the master, and you’re still the slave. That puts you beneath me.”

“Household hierarchy?” Trixie turned to look at Spike. “Seriously, can you not find any more modern books for her to read?”

Twilight’s ears splayed. “Crap, did I fall on my ass already?”

“Only a little, but you’re mostly right,” Spike assured. “Trixie, you’re the slave. And as such, consider it your duty to correct Twilight whenever she does something wrong.”

Trixie turned slowly and deliberately to face Twilight as an eerie grin split her face.

“Hang on, I thought you were trying to make me less dependent on others to catch my mistakes,” Twilight fretfully asserted. “How does adding Trixie to the mix do that?”

“Well, a big part of learning from mistakes is trying to avoid consequences of those mistakes,” Spike explained. “Usually, I try to be gentle and help you fix problems before they get too big. Trixie, on the other hand…” Spike trailed off as Trixie’s eyes grew manic, almost as though she were trying to ascend into the embodiment of negative consequences.

“Trixie graciously accepts her new duties!” the blue unicorn darkly agreed, already planning to go mad with power. And then Spike flicked her nose, returning her to normal. “Ow.” She rolled her snout and went cross-eyed as she examined the spot the drake had struck. It was cute.

“My point exactly,” Spike said while gesturing at Trixie. “She’ll give you a real reason to fear making mistakes and think things through on your own.”

Looking at Spike, the blue unicorn said, “As a reminder, if your diabolical mind is ever set on global domination, know that you have Trixie’s full support, you evil genius.”

Spike beamed. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.”

“Not to spoil the moment,” Twilight cautiously cut in. “But we’re all super close together, I can smell you guys, and it’s getting me horny.” She lifted her back leg to indicate her erection. “I’m pretty sure this is the part where we fuck and make up.”

“Right,” Spike agreed with a nod, only to snap his fingers. “Trixie, pin her!”

Twilight grunted as the blue unicorn tackled her to the ground and draped her weight over the purple mare’s lean chest. “Hey, what gives? Slaves can’t attack their masters.”

“No, but Trixie has interpreted orders so that Spike’s word takes priority when it’s for mistress’ own good,” Trixie purred with a mix of sweetness and sadism as she forced Twilight’s hooves to her sides. “Well, doctor, what does the patient need?”

Twilight squeaked. Crap, they’re attacking me with role-playing, my one of many weaknesses.

“This is Twilight’s house, and she calls the shots. However, I think it’s good if we reverse the roles now and then,” Spike explained as he approached the mare’s rear and parted her legs. Her erection stood tall and eager, but he dismissively brushed it aside. “Trixie, sit on your master’s face.”

“Hers or yours?” Trixie asked while condescendingly staring at Twilight, loving how the mare’s face scrunched in frustration.

“Start with hers. We’ll think about me later,” Spike instructed as he set his little claws on Twilight’s thighs. With his own dick at full mast, he lined the tip up with her sex and poked under her hot hanging balls. Spike paused to savor the sensation of the warm testicles resting atop his shaft while Twilight’s pussy radiated heat across his relatively diminutive length. At the same time, her penis returned, flopping against his chest as though begging for attention. He ignored it in favor of watching the slave.

Trixie gave an exaggeratedly slutty moan as she planted her cheeks on Twilight’s face. This was far from the first time, yet it somehow felt different. Twilight’s muzzle felt terrific as it wedged between the blue mare’s cheeks. Trixie squeaked in happy surprise when Twilight didn’t even wait to start licking. The purple mare’s dexterous tongue shot out like a striking snake and stabbed into Trixie’s sex. Twilight didn’t even wait to loosen up her slave’s hole. She just muscled her oral muscle inside and began drilling for honey. Trixie fought to keep her bucking to a minimum while gently rocking back and forth. She wanted to keep her ass where it was. Particularly, she wanted to hold her asshole against Twilight’s snout and make her smell it.

Grinning in approval as the mares bonded, Spike pushed forward. Twilight’s practiced hole happily accepted his cock with a warm embrace. Even if it was well-used, it was as tight as ever. Twilight took good care of herself, and her pussy flexed to greedily pull Spike to the base. He hilted in her, and was once more reminded about her neglected flopper. Finally, he decided to be kind and lightly pump the horse shaft, but aimed it away as he started thrusting. “Want it?”

It took Trixie a second to register the drake’s words. She heard little outside her and Twilight’s sultry moans while that amazing tongue fucked her pussy. Eventually, she blinked away and saw the drooling cock head pointed at her face. Then, her panting gasps morphed into a delighted grin. “For Trixie? You shouldn’t have.” And she accepted the purple shaft like an offered beverage. Smacking her lips, she lowered herself to kiss the tip, but someone jerked. She had no idea who, but the jostling forced the tip between her lips. Her moaning returned when she received Twilight’s delicious male meat in her moist mouth pussy.

Sure, Trixie rarely missed a chance to whine, but there was no denying how much she lusted for Twilight. The mare was unmatched in magical skills, and her physical performance seemed to improve by the day. Her figure was lovely, if a little skinny, her ass could use some filling, those bangs were cute, her horn was a nice length, her pussy was as scrumptious as it was lovely, and that cock… Molestia be praised, Trixie couldn’t get enough of Twilight’s beast! It was far from the biggest she’d taken, yet she always felt so satisfied whenever she took it inside, no matter the orifice. Just like now, as her lips slid down its length until the tip touched her uvula, she graciously swallowed until she kissed the base. Her hum was low and content as her tongue ran along the tree’s trunk. There was no gagging or discomfort of any kind. Twilight’s futa cock was just pure, fulfilling bliss.

Speaking of bliss, Twilight’s patience for being a passive plaything had run out. She aggressively grabbed Trixie’s rear to force her slave’s ass on her face even firmer. The pink pussy between those blue lips was divine, like a smoothie dispenser that just wouldn’t stop. Unlike before, Twilight happily ate her fill without a trace of resentment. Something had changed, and she was free to enjoy Trixie without the prior baggage. Spike’s fuck stick in her foal hole was a welcome bonus, but it wasn’t the only thing. Trixie had a body worth lusting over. She’d filled out considerably since her initial skinniness, making Twilight brim with pride, but there was still work to do. The mouth and throat along her dick were grand, but Twilight almost wished she could hear Trixie’s voice. No doubt, the mare would make some smart ass remark and provoke her mistress into a spanking. Twilight decided to answer the mare’s unasked request and give that rump a firm smack.

Seeing this, Spike nearly praised Twilight’s thoughtfulness. However, a familiar glow behind Trixie’s rump, followed by an ethereal tingle against his, told him that Twilight wasn’t done just yet. The magic lifted his tail, pulled his ass cheeks apart, and a clone of Twilight’s tongue rimmed the young boy’s pucker. He moaned and lurched forward, catching himself on Trixie’s horn, which he almost reflexively began pumping as he knew she liked. She rewarded him with lewder moans, and her best smile around her mouthful. Spike almost spoke again, only for a magical copy of Twilight’s mouth to kiss his lips and invade with another tongue. More such mouths popped into existence all over his and Trixie’s bodies and began assailing them with loving licks.

Twilight nearly suffered sensory overload, but stayed the course. Spike’s feet were dirtier than Trixie’s hooves, but Trixie’s flanks had the most wonderful tension when her owner licked her cutie marks. Even with her lovers on top, Twilight felt a rush of power as she regained control, reducing the drake and other unicorn to moaning messes. Everything about this moment felt right. There was no wrongness in Trixie’s presence, or guilt in Spike’s disapproval. Everyone felt and tasted fantastic as their bodies writhed against, within, and around her. All that was missing were AJ and the others, and this would be the best fuck session ever!

Then, just for a second, there was a flash in the three lovers’ minds. It was faint, but it almost felt like they’d formed a literal connection. Trixie was passionately giving herself to domination, Spike was overwhelmed with glee at his mares getting along, and Twilight’s many phantom tongues were plain as day to the others. By the time the moment passed, all three were on the verge of sensory overload as they gave one final thrust. Spike’s balls clenched as he came into Twilight’s pussy, Twilight’s testicles undulated as her orgasm erupted directly into Trixie’s esophagus, and Trixie’s pussy quivered as her climax splashed across Twilight’s face. While one orgasm was hardly enough to tire this trio, somehow, they didn’t feel driven by lust to keep going until someone passed out. Rather, they felt oddly content, like they’d achieved their goal, and slowly pulled apart, stepped back a short distance, and regarded each other.

“Did you guys feel that?” Spike asked.

“Trixie still tastes her own pussy,” she said while smacking her lips. “Surprisingly fruity, and it blends well with mare dick.”

“So, it wasn’t just my magic giving too much feedback,” Twilight assessed. “I just linked our senses.”

“Whoa, Trixie didn’t know you could do that.”

“Neither did I,” Spike added.

Twilight pursed her lips. “Me neither.” Sitting, she then lifted her leg and stared at her shrinking phallus. “Somehow, I know this is your fault.”

“You’re welcome,” Spike whispered in an exaggerated high-pitched voice.

“Seriously, if that thing starts talking, Trixie’s going to curb stomp a bitch.”

“At the rate things are going, that might actually be possible,” Spike explained to Trixie’s annoyance.

“Ugh, does this mean more tests? Trixie is so sick of tests,” she whined.

“Just one.” Twilight didn’t elaborate as she once more lit her horn and dragged Trixie to close the distance. It was already short, so Trixie didn’t have long to wait before their lips collided. It was a softer, less carnal kiss than Twilight usually gave her slave. It was laced with gentle affection and traces of gratitude, which she usually reserved for Spike and AJ. Then, upon breaking the brief peck, Twilight stared thoughtfully at Trixie’s flushed face.

“Wh-what is mistress thinking about?”

“Yes,” Twilight firmly stated.

“Yes… what?”

“Yes, I think I’ll start kissing both of you when we wake up in the morning.”

Trixie blinked. “But, you usually do that anyway,” she phrased like a question.

“She means she’s gonna make a point to do this every day,” Spike corrected, stressing the importance of the moment. “She’s integrating it into her schedule.”

Trixie went wide-eyed as the significance donned on her. “Oh. Oh! So…”

However, Twilight put a hoof on her slave’s mouth before she could say more. “Don’t ruin it by talking. Today has been emotionally draining for all of us, and I just want some pancakes for dinner.”

Trixie nodded and stepped away from Twilight’s hoof. “Right away, mistress,” she said with a level of sincerity that surprised both mares.

“Thank you,” Twilight said as the mare left, further surprising both.

Author's Note

Hopefully, this will permanently settle things between Twilight and Trixie. I fear I’ve been going back and forth too much with their dynamic, with Twilight seemingly needing to repeatedly learn the same lesson. So, while there will still be sass, I hope the lesson sticks this time. Trixie as part of the main cast has been a lot of fun, but I don’t want her to just be the victim of physical comedy like Spike was in the canon show. She’s part of the team, and while her dynamic differs significantly from the others, she’s still one of the group.

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