“Come on Twilight,” groaned Spike crankily. “You can do it.”

Twilight breathed tiredly and wiped the sweat from her brow. “O-okay. Just give me a minute.” Her legs felt wabbly and she could barely stand. They’d been at this since a little past sunrise, so she felt it was understandable that she was a little winded.

“No. Noooow,” whined Spike. “It doesn’t count if you have to take too many breaks. That’s what you told me,” he reminded authoritatively. “Just give it one last go, and we’re done, okay?”

Twilight nodded and took a quick sip of water. Her body was hot and sweaty from over exertion, and it was only barely past breakfast. Regardless of the tickle-prickle running up her legs, she and Spike had put this in the schedule and she owed it to him and herself to follow through. “Okay,” she panted. “Here goes… something?”

She gritted her teeth and lowered her head. Her cock was fully erect and she wondered if this would be the one to finally make it blow. Her balls felt backed up after holding her orgasm in for so long. Twilight widened her stance, took a deep breath, and aimed her horn. The spell weave was fairly simple, but the exertion of having already cast so many spells from so many different schools of magic had pushed her to her limits. Her body was tense with goosebumps running all over and her fur was standing on end as if charged from static. This was it. Taking one last breath, she pictured the spell’s results in her mind and… released.

Spike lifted his chin and closed his eyes as a familiar aura encompassed the middle of his face. It tickled a moment, and then vanished. He opened his eyes and beamed excitedly when he saw the thick, black hairs poking out from his lower peripheral vision. “Ha ha! You did it!”

Twilight let her bottom fall to the floor, right into a small puddle of her own climax. It was icky, but she was too exhausted to care as Spike ran up to the list board.

“Hair growth magic,” he said as he picked up a marker and drew a check in the box. “That makes twenty five. Twenty five different spells from ten different categories, all in,” he paused to check the clock, “just under thirty minutes.” He spun the marker in his fingers, trying to look cool. “A new personal best.”

Twilight’s face was flushed as she turned to look away. It felt nice to be praised, especially after doing so much to earn it.

“Oh yeah. That’s it stud,” Spike gushed as he examined his reflection in the mirror. “Work that facial hair like a pro.”

Twilight rolled her eyes as she felt her spent cock recede back into its sheath. “It’s just a moustache, Spike.”

“A super suave and sexy moustache,” he countered calmly. “The ladies just love a guy with a killer ‘stache. Hellooooo Rarity! What’s that?” he asked his reflection. “Aww, it’s nothing, just my AWESOME moustache,” he laughed. “And yes. It will feel great as I pepper your pristine bottom with the loving kisses it deserves.” He then made kissy faces at himself.

Twilight giggled. “Sorry Spike, but that was just for practice. As attractive and enticing as you look, I’m afraid it won’t last.”

“Oh, come on!” whined Spike. “Can’t you just-” But before he could continue, his face once more tingled with the purple, sparkly glow before it again went out in a soft flash, taking the moustache with it. Spike ran a claw over his now smoothened upper lip and slumped in defeat. “Aw, rats.”

Twilight giggled at the little dragon’s drama, but picked herself up and wrapped a foreleg around his shoulders. “Think of it this way, Spike. Would you really want to win Rarity over for something as shallow as a bit of facial hair?”

Spike rolled his eyes, but did not pull away from the hug. “It’s not about winning her over. It’s about showing her a good time.”

Twilight raised an inquisitive eyebrow and waited for him to elaborate.

“I’ve already got her attention from working at the boutique all the time. Now I just gotta show her I’m willing to go the extra mile, that I’m more than just another of her toys. I just need to come up with something big, something with some real zing and staying power.”

Twilight nuzzled Spike’s cheek. She’d always admired just how determined he could get once he set his mind on something. However, there was a more pressing concern that she felt was more deserving of her assistant’s attention. “Think you can work on your big plan while cleaning me up?” she asked while motioning to her sticky backside. “I know Rarity would appreciated a guy who knows how to keep a mare-”

Before Twilight could even finish, Spike had pulled out an arsenal of towels, brushes, and other makeover materials, seemingly from nowhere, and proceeded to assault her bodily. She was spun, pulled, pushed, and yanked from every angle as his dexterous little claws went to work on her lithe frame. When it was over, Twilight was left sitting in place, dizzy, almost shining with radiance, and no longer sticky.

“… clean?”

Spike puffed out his chest in pride. “You’re welcome.”

Twilight managed an impressed giggle.

***

Spike and Twilight were walking casually along Main Street with no particular destination in mind. This was a scheduled free period in which the two would just see what Ponyville had to offer, which rarely left them bored.

“Twenty five in just thirty minutes,” Spike repeated again. “Must be awesome being a unicorn with a talent for magic in general.”

“It definitely has its perks,” Twilight agreed. “Most unicorns only know a few spells related to their specific talents, like candy making or harp playing,” she said as she spotted the mares Lyra and Bonbon walking past. “But it’s nothing to brag about. I’m sure there are plenty of ponies in town with just as much magic as me.”

Spike stopped in place and gave his oldest friend a ‘seriously?’ look.

Twilight had to giggle. “Okay, so maybe not this town, but it was a pretty common talent at Molestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns.”

“Who you out performed at pretty much every turn,” Spike reminded. “You went up against professors with twice your age and experience, and you still came out on top. I don’t think there’s another unicorn in all of Equestria with your kind of ability, Twilight.”

“Gang way! Coming through,” announced a tall – for his age – lanky unicorn colt with a snail on his butt, and also for his cutie mark. He was running alongside a shorter, more pudgy colt with scissors for his mark.

Twilight, acting on reflex from years of training, snatched up both colts in her magic before they could barrel into Spike.

“Snips. Snails. What’s going on?” Spike asked as the colts continued running in place. They looked like they were trying to swim through air.

“Haven’t you heard? There’s a new unicorn in town!”

“Yeah. They say she’s got more magical powers and sexual prowess than any other unicorn ever!”

Twilight blinked skeptically at this.

“What? No way,” Spike denied matter-of-factly. “That honor goes to Twilight. I mean, you don’t get to be Princess Molestia’s top student and favorite sex toy for nothing.”

Twilight blushed appreciatively at the compliment. Regardless, the prospect of meeting another powerful unicorn had intrigued her. She might be an alumnus from Molestia’s school, or even one of those crazy wizards who locked themselves away in the wilderness so they could work in peace on experimental magic. Whatever the case, they had to meet. “Where is this unicorn?”

“She’s in the town square. Come on!” the colt called as he resumed running.

“Um, Snips. You’re kind of still floating,” Twilight reminded.

“Uh, I’m actually Snails,” reminded the more lanky of the pair.

“Oops, Sorry.” Twilight blushed in embarrassment and released the pair from her magic. “New faces still confuse me some-hey!” she called out, but the little colts had already turned the corner and fled from sight.

After walking at a more casual pace, Twilight and Spike arrived in the town square and found a large crowd growing by the minute, just where the colts of questionable intellect had said. Despite other ponies assuring her otherwise, Twilight still told Spike to take a note to check and see if the pair might have been the result of inbreeding.

“Come one!” announced a voice from the center of the crowd.

Twilight, as gently as she could, pushed and prodded her way to the front. Along the way she became intimately familiar with the backsides of many mares and stallions. The touch of their various bottoms against her face combined with the scent of arousal had caused her cock to poke out of its sheath while her pussy started to wink. She wasn’t the only one, as most of the stallions she saw were at least at half-mast and a good many mares had trails of moisture running down their inner thighs. These kinds of things were normal for crowds. One pony would touch another, get aroused, and then the pony next to them would get aroused from the smell of musk, maybe some pony would start masturbating, and it just escalated from there.

“Come all!”

Twilight, as she neared the front of the crowd, also heard gossip about what they were in store for. Apparently this pony was a wandering porn star and show mare, going from place to place and giving performances the likes of which ‘no pony had ever seen.’ Twilight snorted at this dubious claim. Any sex show worthy of the name was almost never found outside of the big city. In a world of free sex, one had to offer something really special and unique if they wanted a career in the sexual performing arts. Those that did were invariably snatched up by the mainstream shows. If this mare was a wanderer, she was either very new to the scene and trying to get her name out there, or a second rate washout likely taking advantage of the uncultured masses.

Finally arriving at the front, Twilight beheld as a simple wagon cart began to unfold into a proper, if small, stage. The curtain was a midnight blue and a sign with a blue star wand and a sparkling wave of magic – likely the performer’s cutie mark – flipped up overhead, along with many wooden cutouts that were probably meant to invoke awe and wonder, but put Twilight more in mind of a school play.

“Come and witness the amazingly sensual magic of the Great and Powerful Trixie!” announced the mare, rolling the last ‘r’ for extra drama. A puff of smoke exploded on stage, only to quickly blow away and leave an aura of sparkles floating around the titular mare. Her fur was a soft azure and her mane was a two toned cornflower blue and cerulean. She wore a classical wizard’s hat and cape, both of which were violet with multi-colored stars sewn into the fabric.

The audience collectively oohed and awed at the spectacle before them. All, except for Twilight and Spike who were sharing a quizzical look.

“Small town?” Spike whispered, trying not to make the term sound like a slur.

Twilight nodded. Small town ponies, as she had been taught by her snobby peers, were easy to impress. She hadn’t wanted to believe the stereotype, but it was hard to deny the apparent evidence.

“Watch and be amazed,” Trixie continued, “as the Great and Powerful Trixie performs the most spectacular feats of fetish magic ever witnessed by pony eyes!” She stood up on her hind legs, showing off her unusually plump teats, as a flurry of fireworks went off behind her.

“My, my, my. What boasting,” groaned Rarity in disapproval.

“Come on,” agreed Spike. “No pony’s as magical as Twi-Twi-uhh…” he trailed off at the realization that Rarity was so close. He turned his head, coughed, and gave himself a good slap before looking at her once more. He opened his mouth to speak, but only gave a raspy, wheezing sound. She either didn’t notice or ignored him.

“Hey there Rarity, Apple Jack,” Twilight greeted, nodding happily at her friends. “So, do either of you two know what all this is about?” she asked, gesturing up at the stage.

“Jus’ some blowhard struttin’ her stuff like a fancy peacock,” drolled AJ dismissively as Trixie summoned up a bouquet of flowers; one of the cheapest of conjuration spells. “They think that jus’ cuz Ponyville’s a small town, we’re a bunch o’ bumpkins who’ll throw all our money at the first big city twat ta jingle keys at us.”

Twilight sighed, both in relief at underestimating Ponyville, and bliss at hearing AJ’s heavenly voice.

“I’m just here to see if I can get any inspiration for my latest commission,” added Rarity as she looked back up at the stage. “So far, it isn’t promising.”

Trixie pursed her lips as these and many other words of doubt reached her ears. “You are skeptical,” she declared haughtily. “Understandable, as few can believe their senses once they witness the spectacular majesty that is Trixie’s skill. For you see, the Great and Powerful Trixie has the unmatched ability to take any two fetishes presented to her and combine them, blending them seamlessly into a new and unprecedented burst of bliss and ecstasy!” Again she boasted from her hind legs before sending out another wave of fireworks.

“What?” somepony asked from the crowd. “You mean like taking it up the butt and pussy at the same time? Isn’t that just double penetration?” The question sent ripples of snickers throughout the crowd.

“Hmph. Trixie is unsurprised you doubt. Few can truly comprehend the great skill and power it takes to truly combine fetishes. However, before Trixie can arouse and awe her audience, she will need some volunteers.” She waved her hoof out over the assembled ponies. “Come. Don’t be shy. Whatever wonders you can conceive, Trixie can make a reality!”

“Quite the bold claim,” dared the raspy and overconfident voice of a certain speedster. Rainbow Dash took to the air and landed with uncharacteristic grace on the stage to Trixie’s right. “Okay then. I’ll play you’re little game.” She gave a smirk. “On the condition that, if you can’t satisfy me with this fancy shmancy spell of yours, which I doubt you can-”

Trixie snorted her contempt for this brash mare.

“-then I get to make you satisfy me the old fashioned way,” she finished with a cocky grin and a shake of her rump.

Trixie met RD’s grin with one of her own. “Easy win.”

Rainbow scowled. As an alpha mare, she didn’t take too kindly to new alphas moving in on her turf, especially wanna-bes like this one. “Fine. You want a fetish? Let’s see here?” Rainbow rubbed her chin in thought. “Oh, here’s one.” She turned to her side and angled her body to show off her impressive meat stick and swinging sack. “How about some teats that can give this bad girl a proper fellating?”

Murmurs ran through the audience at Rainbow’s bold claim. Her cock was well above average and mare teats were rarely big enough to do the described job, save for when the mare was pregnant. The odds of finding a set that could properly please the well-endowed speedster would pose quite the challenge. However, while this much was plain to all of Ponyville’s residents, the look of unwavering confidence on the show mare was raising a few eyebrows.

Trixie snorted. “You talk a big game, but your listening skills leave much to be desired.”

“… wat?”

“Trixie said that she combines two fetishes at once. For the magic to work, Trixie will need a second volunteer.” She waved out to the audience once more. “Let’s see here. Uh, you. The beige mare with the blue and pink mane.” She pointed.

“Me?” asked Bonbon.

“Yes you. The Great and Powerful Trixie commands you to come forth and present your fetish, that she may dazzle and beguile her unruly naysayers,” she declared, shooting a stink eye at Rainbow.

“Um…” After receiving a nod from her girlfriend, Bonbon gave a resigned shrug and pushed her way through the crowd before hopping up on the stage. “Okay. So, now what?” she asked, standing awkwardly between Trixie and Rainbow as more than half of Ponyville stared at her. Just because she and her girlfriend once had a foursome right here in town square not too long ago, that didn’t mean that stage fright was a non-factor.

“Tell Trixie your fetish,” she reminded, sounding a little impatient at having to repeat herself so often.

“Okay. Well…” Bonbon tapped her chin in thought. She didn’t fully understand what was going on, so tried to think up something that seemed relevant. “Sometimes Lyra, that’s my girlfriend, she does this spell where she makes her teats super big, like as big as my head, and lets me sleep on them after we fuck.”

Many ponies in the crowd awed at the sweet gesture, which only added to Trixie’s growing impatience. It always irked her whenever ponies didn’t do what she needed them to right away. The first demonstrations were always the most frustrating.

“And I was just wondering how nice it’d be if I had teats that big,” Bonbon finished.

“Very well. One mare wants an orgasm without the use of an orifice while the other wishes for her own breast expansion,” Trixie enunciated carefully. “So it is said,” she cried out dramatically. A magical disk formed under her hooves, lifting the mare up a couple feet in the air. It wobbled a bit, and then started to spin. In just a few seconds, it had gained enough momentum that Trixie’s form was completely blurred.

Twilight furrowed her brow in suspicion. She was certain she saw a brief glint of something blue in the whirl, but it could just have been a trick of the light.

In an instant the spinning came to a stop as the disk fell back to the stage before dissolving. Trixie stepped off, not looking the least bit dizzy as her horn sparked with magic. “So it shall be!” With a flick of her neck, she aimed her horn and cast the spell.

“Whoa!” gasped Bonbon as her hind legs were forcibly spread apart by the sudden increase of mass. The added weight caused her to briefly lose her balance before she planted all four hooves firmly to the stage, grounding herself in such a way that her hind legs were spread much further apart than normal. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes were wide as she felt the twin orbs swollen beneath her belly. The audience was now staring in awestruck wonder and she realized she had to look too.

The teats between the earth mare’s legs were massive. She’d said as big as her head, but these mamma-jammas were way bigger! They were round, almost perfectly spherical, and jiggled a bit with her breathing. The nipples were a bright pink, fully erect, and, if she lowered her back end more than an inch, would touch the stage floor, sending tingles up her body.

“Do you like?” Trixie confidently stated more than asked.

“This is… they’re…” Bonbon stammered excitedly. “Wow!”

“Hey! I’ll be the judge of what’s ‘wow’ around here, thank you very much,” countered Rainbow defensively. “Turn over, bitch! Let’s see if those sacks of fat are worth the trouble.”

Bonbon’s ears splayed submissively at the order. As the blue mare started stomping towards her, she quickly rolled onto her back. She gave a surprised moan as the added mass of her swollen breasts settled down onto her thighs and belly, compressing them under the new weight.

“Did you see that?” asked Twilight as Rainbow marched up to the prone mare with an angry scowl and cock at full mast.

“I’m seeing it,” replied Spike in awe. “That’s some heavy duty body modification.”

“Not that,” hissed Twilight in a whisper. “I mean, yes. That was impressive, but what about the flash? Did you see the flash when Trixie was spinning?”

“Uh, no?” answered Spike distractedly.

Twilight frowned, annoyed that her normally detail oriented assistant would miss something like that. Granted, it might have just been a trick of the light, but she wasn’t so sure. With no other evidence to investigate, she decided to just sit back, enjoy the show, and wait to see if it happened again.

“Mmh,” Rainbow moaned as she thrust her hips forward, pushing the head of her cock into the twin mounds of flesh. “Feels nice,” she admitted. “Like hot-dogging an especially big ass.” This earned many chuckles from the audience.

“Well?” Trixie asked expectantly. “Aren’t you going to test her out?”

“Fine!” Rainbow Dash snorted. She moved to take a step forward, but immediately abandoned the action. Bonbon’s new teats were wider than she could comfortably walk over or around. Instead, she gave her wings a couple steady flaps and hovered over the prone mare. Hesitantly she lingered in the air as she stared down at what was beneath her.

Rainbow gulped as she felt her prior confidence begin to waver. Those things were massive! Their total mass was probably more than that of her entire torso. They’d easily be able to envelop her cock. Worse, they looked just so invitingly soft and tender that the cyan speedster could almost hear them calling to her. Rainbow was almost drooling at the thought of plunging her meat stick between those luscious mounds, yet she was torn. On the one hoof, she wanted to fuck those crotch boobs until she painted their owner’s face white. On the other, she’d made the stupid stupid error of betting against her own orgasm while she was in charge. That was epic-fail level carelessness. On the third hoof, those boobs… On the fourth hoof…

“You can do it, Rainbow Dash!” called a filly from the crowd. It was an orange pegasus filly, blank flanked, with tiny wings that buzzed excitedly. “I believe in you. Fuck those boobies!”

Rainbow smiled while gritting her teeth. Clearly the filly had misunderstood the nature of the bet. Unfortunately, she was a fan, not one Rainbow ever remembered fucking before – she made a quick mental note to fix that after the show – but still one who must have her head on straight to idolize the Rainbow Dash. And if there was one thing blue fast hated more than being left unsatisfied, it was leaving her loving fans hanging. “Oh fuck me,” she hissed under her breath. She silently wished Gilda were here instead of this background back ally lesbo. At least Gilda had some endurance to her.

“Nnngh!” whimpered Bonbon as Rainbow settled to the ground, planting her front hooves right by the earth mare’s ribs. The cock slipped snuggly between her swollen mounds of tit flesh, burning with the heat of a furnace. “So hot!” she cried, curling her legs up.

“So tight,” Rainbow growled back. Bonbon’s attempt to curl herself up had applied the necessary leverage to her breasts to make their grip around Rainbow’s cock deliciously tight. The globes, despite their appearance, had a surprising firmness to them. “It really is like hot-dogging a big, phat ass,” admitted Rainbow breathlessly. Her hips started moving on their own, pushing her dick in and out of the supple globes. They squished, deformed, and bounced back with her movements. The friction of the hairless orbs around her cock was exquisite.

“Oh, fuck yeah, bitch!” Rainbow panted, now really getting into the swing of things as she humped forward. Forgotten were the hesitations of the bet as all of the mare’s focus turned to her own pleasure, where it belonged. Rainbow looked down, wanting to see the face of the mare she was fucking twisted in ecstasy. Bonbon indeed looked flushed, but more importantly was how she was straining to bend her neck forward with her mouth wide open. Blue fast realized what was going on when she saw the flat head of her cock poke out from between the mare’s forelegs.

“Wanna taste it, do ya?” she asked with an impish smirk.

Bonbon just nodded, mouth agape and tongue hanging out. Her teats had always been sensitive, but Lyra had never been this rough with them before. And while she vowed that this would change the moment they got home, right now her mind was flooded by the sensations of a piece of hot, thick, stallion meat humping her comically swollen breasts like they were a pussy. And with the head leaking pre and poking out so teasingly close to her face, her body screamed with a need for dick.

“Well take it!” Closing her eyes and squeezing her legs around Bonbon’s teats, Rainbow pushed her hips forward further than before. Her ears were greeted by the beautiful music of a gagging mare as she felt Bonbon’s lips wrap around the head of her dick. She had no delusions of achieving a deep throat, but the speedster was content with this added stimulation as she maneuvered the breasts around her appendage, having them fuck her instead of the other way around. “Here it c-cums!”

That was her only warning as Bonbon felt the cock swell within her mounds before depositing it’s load directly in her mouth, triggering her own orgasm. However, Rainbow had chosen that moment to pull back a few inches, resulting in the mare getting a full facial. The earth mare kept her mouth open throughout the ordeal, wanting to sample as much of the sweet and salty seed as possible. A part of her barely conscious mind wondered how much she’d need to wash her mane tonight. This part was answered with the reasoning that a good many ponies – mostly Lyra – would likely lick her mane clean before she even made it to a bathroom.

“And wallah!” proclaimed Trixie in triumph. “Two fetishes, breast expansion and orgasm without orifice, successfully combined by none other than the Great and Powerful Trixie!” At her improvised declaration, the back of the stage erupted in a flurry of fireworks that shot up into the bright, mid-morning sky. “And now, fillies and gentle colts, that you have seen the wonders and glory of Trixie’s magic, who will be the next to take the daring step forward and have their deepest wishes fulfilled!?” As she threw her front hooves up to the cheering of the audience, her horn lit and quietly shuffled the spent mares to the side and off the stage.

At the same time, a lever shot out of the front of the stage. It was a mechanical arm holding an identical copy of Trixie’s hat with a sign that read: “Adoring fans deposit donations here.” Ponies read and several obliged, giving a few bits each to show their approval in the show so far.

“Wow. That was something, huh Twilight?” Spike asked. When there was no answer he started turning his head this way and that to look around. “Uh, Twilight?” he called, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Twilight!” Eventually he spotted a familiar lavender tail disappear behind a throng of ponies and made to give chase.

“Quiet Spike!” Twilight whisper hissed. She was crouched down low, trying to stay beneath everypony’s notice as she weaved through the crowd. This had the unintended side effect of her ass being held high in the air in prime mounting position.

“Watch it, there,” Spike said as he set a claw on her butt cheek and pushed it down to ground level. Whatever she was up to, Twilight’s assistant figured she didn’t want to be interrupted just now.

“What the-oh!” Twilight began to ask, only to realize he’d likely just saved her from an unwanted mounting. “Thanks Spike.”

“No prob’, but what are you doing?” he asked as he continued to follow the purple mare.

“Hey. I’ll give it a try,” called a stallion.

“Oh. Me too,” added the voice of a mare.

“Well then come forth, plebeians, and tell Trixie of your desires!”

“Something’s fishy here, Spike,” whispered Twilight as they continued to weave, moving towards the side of the stage. It was getting increasingly difficult to go unnoticed as ponies, after what they’d just witnessed, were starting to masturbate.

Spike’s nostrils flared. “Yeah, and? Some mares just have smelly cunts.”

“Not like that!” she hissed irately. “I mean with the magic Trixie cast.”

Spike furrowed his brow as he thought back on that particular spell. Then it hit him like a wall of stank, and he smirked impishly. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

Twilight snorted indignantly. “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.” Although, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little envious – which was something else entirely – of how this mare so easily performed a brand of magic she had always struggled with.

“Pray tell, brave volunteers. What can the Great and Powerful Trixie do for you?”

The earth mare chuckled nervously. “Well, I’ve always had a thing for eating out another pony’s ass.”

“And nothing gets me hot like a bit of dirty talk,” added the pegasus stallion.

Twilight stopped her prowl and her ears perked. Instantly she made the connection in her mind. Had the situation been reversed, it would have been no big deal with the pony being eaten out talking dirty to the pony doing the eating. That wouldn’t even warrant any magic. But one wanted to do the eating while the other wanted to hear the dirty talk. She lifted her head cautiously, just enough to peek over the stage, curious how this conundrum would be managed.

“A mare who wishes to eat ass while the stallion likes to hear dirty talk,” Trixie affirmed.

Again Twilight frowned. Something about the way Trixie just spoke seemed off, like the words were slower and spoken more carefully than how she’d been talking so far.

“Let it be done!” Trixie announced as, once more, the disk manifested and began to spin.

“Watch, Spike!” urged Twilight, never taking her eyes off the show mare.

“What?”

“Just watch the spinning mare and keep your eyes peeled.”

Spike nodded uncertainly and did as he was told. He watched the whirling motion until he felt a bit dizzy, but it stopped before anything got too bad. He turned with a frown to Twilight. “Didn’t see anything.”

“No. Me neither,” Twilight admitted with a huff.

“So shall it be!” Once more Trixie fired her horn at the waiting pair. However, when the light of the spell faded, both volunteers looked entirely unchanged.

“Hey, what gives?” complained the stallion.

“Yeah. Nothing happened,” groused the mare. Glad I didn’t pay money for this.

More and more jeers came from the audience, demanding to know what happened and what went wrong.

“Patience, ponies,” Trixie assured, not sounding too terribly certain of her own words. “Sometimes the magic takes a moment to reveal itself. Let us watch and see what… amazing surprises are in store!”

Stupid blue unicorn, grumbled the mare. Dad always told me to watch out for the blue ones, especially the unicorns. Guess he was right and-why are you all staring at me? she asked of the crowd.

“Hey Junebug,” called somepony from the crowd. “I didn’t know you were a ventriloquist.”

“… I what?” Junebug asked.

“Yeah. You just talked without moving your lips,” added the stallion on stage. “Your voice had this weird, wavy thing to it, too.”

“What are you talking about, Blaze?” June asked. My Sun, he’s got a sweet moustache! Wait… Her ears flicked. “Did I just say that out loud?”

Blaze nodded.

“Ha! Told ya,” bragged Spike. “Moustaches are cool.”

But Twilight gave no response. She was too transfixed with what was happening on stage.

Trixie’s eyes widened as a light bulb went on over her head, a feat only witnessed by Pinkie. “Ah-ha! Behold, the wonder and brilliance of Trixie’s magic,” she declared as she walked up to Junebug. “Trixie is so clever. For you see, little ponies, this mare is now able to speak without the use of her mouth, leaving it free for more, ahem, important tasks,” she added with a sly grin.

“What?” Are you serious? Wait, I heard that this time! Junebug gasped and grinned. Wow! It’s like my mind has a voice of its own!

As the ponies around her gasped in amazement, Twilight did her best to tune them all out while she focused on what was happening on stage. Each time Junebug thought-spoke, there was a faint sheen that flared around her forehead, where her horn would be if she were a unicorn. It was a magical aura, but the blue coloring of it seemed off somehow. A similar sheen could be seen around Blaze as he turned around and presented his ass for Junebug’s attention.

Both ponies were smiling, having what was no doubt a very saucy back and forth, but Twilight was too busy examining the scene from a scientific perspective. As such, she stuck her tongue out of the side of her lips as she started rubbing her clit. It was practically a reflex, born out of habit to help her concentrate. Given that she lacked a vibrator, she was forced to work manually to touch her sensitive spots in just the right way to keep her concentration peaked as she continued her examination.

Junebug’s tongue work was fairly average compared to what Twilight had seen over her years. The yellow mare clearly had some experience – Blaze seemed to like it enough – but had never taken any formal lessons. Of more interest to the purple mare was the peculiar interaction of the matrices of magic upon both volunteers. It was a little hard to read at this distance, but she could tell the two spells were deeply intertwined and seemed to be pulling on one another like magnets.

“Psst!”

Twilight turned away to find Spike standing at attention, in more ways than one, with a pen and scroll. “Thanks Spike.”

The drake just nodded back. He wasn’t sure what Twilight was up to, but he knew she’d be asking for notes sooner or later. His silent hope was that, if he took good enough notes, she’d help him get off when all this was done.

“The spell, singular, is cast upon two different ponies at once, yet results in different effects for both,” she narrated quietly. “The spell upon the mare has given audible voice to her thoughts, an unusual but clearly advanced spell. The effect on the stallion is unclear at this time. Shared effects on both subjects appears to involve heightened sensitivity and a magnetic attraction to one another. Spell dissipation rate estimated between six to ten hours.”

“Hours?” Spike asked as his pen scratched away. “But the stuff you were doing earlier barely lasted more than a couple minutes per spell.”

Twilight nodded. “And just look at her. She doesn’t even look winded,” she said, pointing up at Trixie who, like most of the audience, was now touching herself as the show went on. “Hmm. Caster is a blue unicorn, early to mid-twenties,” Twilight observed analytically as Trixie sat on her haunches and started rubbing at her teats. “Ribs are visible, suggesting the caster may be underfed. Reasons unknown. Otherwise, Caster has a very trim figure with no fat. Flanks presumably on the bony side, but not visible from this vantage as the Caster’s cape is obstructing them.”

Twilight continued her analysis as she noted every square inch of the blue mare’s body. The horn seemed in good shape, but the hooves looked a little coarse, suggesting where her priorities went. Twilight nodded her approval. She imagined that the show mare was either not very good with money, or her show wasn’t all that successful, which would likely explain her mildly malnourished state.

It was growing increasingly difficult to stay objective as the smell of the crowd’s arousal started affecting her. Twilight began to imagine more personal things about Trixie: what she did in her spare time, her preferred masturbation techniques, and what that blue pussy might feel like wrapped around her thick, purple sausage. Quickly Twilight shook such thoughts from her mind, dismissing them as distracting as she returned her focus to the matter at hoof.

“How does she expect to keep standing if she continues casting such long term spells all day?” she asked herself. “That would suggest years of endurance training rare in ponies at her age.”

“What about when she said that the magic reveals itself,” remembered Spike. “Sounds like even she wasn’t sure what would happen.”

“Good catch, Spike,” praised Twilight as she moved her moist hoof a few centimeters deeper into her vaginal opening. “Whatever this spell is, it must not have a stable matrix if the results are so inconsistent that she doesn’t even know what the effects will be or how long they’ll last.” She sucked in a deep breath through her nostrils, reveling in the thick aroma of sex permeating the area. “We need to check on Rainbow and that other mare.”

“Bonbon,” reminded Spike.

“Whatever,” groaned Twilight disinterestedly as they continued their journey.

Author's Note

This chapter took far longer to complete than initially expected. Plotting out combinations of fetishes took a fair bit of knowhow, but was pretty fun to write. As sex happens, Twilight focuses upon the mystery of how this mare is pulling off such astounding feats. Hints are dropped, but I suspect most won’t get it until about half way through the next part.

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