Bewitching Trixie Lulamoon

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You know I can't stand it, you're runnin' around

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“Ahh…”

Trixie stared as Twilight squirmed beneath her own touch, her whimpers the only noises in the dressing room save for her own heavy breathing. Trixie could see the outlines of her fingers through her panties as they slowly rubbed against her skin beneath the thin material. Her hand moved in long undulations as she touched herself, a noticeable saturation of wet heat beginning to seep through her fingertips and her blush darkening as embarrassment fought with want for control. But it was far too late for shame now.

For either of them.

As Twilight writhed and moved against the countertop, Trixie watched her, thirstily drinking in every single move, and it didn’t take long for the small, almost teasing movements to grow a little faster, the stimulation of Twilight’s outer folds already starting to glisten with proof of her obvious arousal.

This certainly hadn’t been what Trixie expected when she agreed to go see Twilight Sparkle; either in in person at her show, or ‘catching up’ with her afterwards. But as she licked her lips and clenched her hands at her sides, Trixie knew she’d by lying to herself if she said she wasn’t enjoying it.

Twilight’s pleasure seemed to progress deeper as she slipped a single finger inside herself. She whimpered softly as her finger curled and dug with intent. Her palm arched, tenting her panties as she brushed the base of her hand against her mound, and she visibly shivered at the touch. Trixie swallowed, knowing precisely why Twilight was showing her this:

She wanted Trixie to do this to her. Twilight was showing Trixie exactly where and how to touch her… just in case she had forgotten in those ten long years.

Another soft whimper cracked through the tense atmosphere around them, and Twilight’s breaths grew in a steady cadence, light sheen of sweat starting to pool around her neck and shoulders, mattering her thin layer of purple fur, and soon Trixie could see the evidence of her ministrations began to leak from her panties in clear rivulets, dripping down the inside of her thighs.

“Trix—aahh…”

Trixie made to step towards her as her name was called, but stopped herself. No. Not yet. It was too soon, and Twilight was still intending on proving something to her. Instead, Trixie watched her, taking in her every move. It was more difficult than ever before to keep her composure and not revert to a slack-jawed, wide-eyed expression of awe at the creature before her, but it took all of Trixie’s pride and training from foalhood to keep from doing so. She compromised by digging her fingernails into her palms in sync with each time Twilight ground her fingers inside herself.

But Celestia damn it… it was a close thing.

Soon, it was obvious the mare’s pleasure was beginning to peak as she reached behind her, clenching her hand on the edge of the counter, her eyes squeezing shut. Her back arched, and a long keen escaped her throat like the air out of a balloon.

Trixie always secretly thought that Twilight was a thing of beauty, and that idea cemented itself in her mind as she witnessed the mare’s arousal began to finally take hold of her entire being. The moisture from her center slid down from her thighs to the inside of her legs, and started dripping on the carpeted floor. Trixie herself grew warmer just watching her, an almost unbearable ache in her belly she hadn’t felt in a very long time making itself known. It wouldn’t be long now until her self-control would leave her, and as her moans grew louder, it was clear how her own self-control had already left Twilight.

Trixie knew Twilight wanted her as much as she herself did. She could tell from the way her body writhed and twisted against the counter, her modest breasts – braless, but still covered by her thin camisole – peaking at her small nipples, her bare waist begging for her touch, her thin, yet shapely legs deliciously soft.

She was just as attracted to Twilight as she had been all those years ago, and the idea that Twilight would be here, now, masturbating for her to see was never something that would have ever crossed her mind – even those times Trixie found herself, desperately alone and wanting as she touched herself, thinking about half-forgotten kisses from her first ever lover. And as she stood there, listening to Twilight’s increasingly heated moans mixed sporadically with the soft calling of her name, Trixie had half a mind to start pleasuring herself as well.

Instead, she began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time, as her eyes drank in the soft edges of Trixie’s body, and the sight of her hand working beneath her panties.

“Oh, Trixie,” Twilight groaned as her eyes squeezed shut, her body arching languidly when she hit a particularly sensitive point. “I want you inside me, Trixie. Your fingers… your tongue… everything.”

It was then that Trixie found she couldn’t wait anymore. She moved over to Twilight in three quick strides, dropping her shirt along the way atop of the already abandoned shorts. She leaned close and murmured into Twilight’s ear,

“Almost.”

Twilight’s eyes snapped open, confusion and lust bleeding into her reaction, but Trixie only smiled, hovering barely an inch away. Before Twilight could even respond, Trixie tilted her head and captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. She reached around, grabbing the hand that gripped the countertop, and directed it behind her neck.

“Yes…” Twilight hissed, leaning into the kiss with a slow, almost desperate passion, obviously smothering the lust that bubbled just beneath her skin in favor of their first kiss after nearly a decade.

Trixie continued the kiss, moving her hand down at the same time to cup Twilight’s outside of her panties, guiding her thrusts with a renewed energy. Twilight whimpered helplessly when Trixie left Twilight’s hand behind her neck, moving around her front to squeeze her breast through her camisole. A low rumble leaked through Twilight’s throat as she eagerly felt its modest perkiness. After a moment she withdrew from Twilight’s lips, letting the unrestrained moans and whines puff against her ear as she assisted the mare with her pleasure.

Twilight’s body began to stiffen as she writhed between Trixie and the countertop. She couldn’t manage any words of protest as Trixie smothered her jawline and throat with soft kisses, her nose trailing along her downy fur to inhale her scent. It had been so long since Trixie had smelled Twilight – tasted her – that she could barely stand it; if she didn’t possess her entirely here and now, she thought she could go insane.

The hand at Twilight’s breast moved up to the back of her neck. Trixie’s kisses moved randomly, almost frantically, forcing Twilight to throw her head back as Trixie’s lips brushed along the skin of her neck. She whimpered when Trixie’s hand tugged at a thin strap of her top, sliding it down to her upper arm, tasting the soft fur as she did. Trixie’s kisses grew wetter and wetter the lower she went, and before long her tongue began to slide over her collarbone.

Dear sweet Celestia… it had been too, too long.

“Trixie… please…”

And then, as if to both ignore and answer her plea, Trixie clamped her teeth along Twilight’s collarbone in a sharp bite.

Immediately, Twilight’s body stiffened, a powerful shudder tearing through her as she hissed out loud, a groan following between her lips like it took physical effort. Feeling her reach her peak, Trixie guided Twilight’s hand inside her panties to rub against the swollen bundle of nerves at the very top. Twilight groaned again, her hand at the back of Trixie’s neck clenching tight and nails digging deep as she twitched and writhed. And then, in a torrent of desperate hiccups and high-pitched whines, Twilight came apart in Trixie’s arms.

She jerked hard, her body snapping out of its stiffness as Trixie cradled her. Twilight’s lips moved to utter soundless, breathless noises as she struggled to say anything, until she finally threw her head back and moaned towards the ceiling in a slew of meaningless vowels. All the while Trixie held her, her own body responding to Twilight’s pleasure by heating up to an almost unbearable state of arousal. She desperately wanted to do something about it, but stifled the urge. First things first, she would take care of Twilight. She would come later.

Gradually the mare returned from her orgasm, her eyes fluttering between open and closed as she sucked in deep breaths. Finally, she leaned forward and gently touched her nose to Trixie’s.

Trixie watched Twilight as her chin quivered; her cheeks dark and eyes glassy with lust. She could feel her own arousal simmering beneath her skin at the sight, her restraint beginning to wane. But never in her life did she imagine she would be in this position – here, with Twilight Sparkle, easily the most powerful and wonderful unicorns she had ever met, and may even feel something deeply for – and she wasn’t about to waste it by being hasty. Not when the pony was here; hot, wet, and all-but offering herself up completely to Trixie.

And let it never be said that Trixie Lulamoon was wasteful.

The respite after Twilight’s climax was short-lived, as barely a few moments later Trixie captured her lips in another kiss. Twilight squeaked as her mouth left no mercy, almost mangling her with lips and teeth and tongue. Her surprise soon made way for a lustful moan, clearly realizing how turned on Trixie truly was, and more than eager to reciprocate.

Her hands, one of them freshly sticky from her recent orgasm, clutched at Trixie’s back, her fingers working blindly at the clasp of her bra. She kissed her as she worked, whimpering softly when one if Trixie’s hands wandered somewhere new. They brushed along the outside of her top, moving along her chest, the sides of her breasts, down the indentation of her ribs to her waist and finally dipping down low, teasing just beneath the waistband of her panties, and then behind to grope the fullness of her rear.

When she didn’t get a firm grip – as Twilight still leaned on the makeup counter for support – Trixie growled in frustration, slipping her hands underneath Twilight’s thighs and lifting. Twilight squealed as she was pushed on the counter, but the sound melted into a groan as Trixie’s hands found their way to her breasts. Almost as an afterthought, Twilight swept a hand out behind her, scattering the makeup supplies and assorted sundries to the floor and clearing the countertop of debris, and then returned to freeing Trixie of her bra.

In moments she succeeded, and Trixie sighed through her nose as she slipped her arms through the loosened straps, not really caring where her bra fell and only on Twilight as she broke away, her violet eyes glinting as they took in her naked breasts.

“Trixie…” she murmured, reverently, and reached out to touch them. Trixie met her hand halfway, shaking her head silently. Twilight pursed her lips – her expression almost an amusing parody of her teenage self and a full-grown mare – and huffed, instead dropping her hands to her side and gripped the bottom of her camisole, moving to pull it up and off her body.

Suddenly, Trixie reached down and seized her wrists, effectively stopping her. Twilight blinked, looking up in bemusement as Trixie positioned her arms to her sides, leaving her irritatingly clothed and visibly confused. In response, Trixie smirked and licked her lips, “Patience, Twilight… Patience.”

Twilight’s glare was impressive, and very much familiar to Trixie. “I don’t want to be patient. It’s been ten years, Trixie; I want you inside me.” Twilight then leaned forward, intending on kissing Trixie.

Before she reached her goal, however, Trixie dropped to her knees and roughly grabbed the waistband of Twilight’s underwear, rolling them down her legs in swift motions. Twilight let out a strangled gasp, unable to move quickly enough to cover her newly exposed and swollen center before Trixie attacked, pressing her mouth to Twilight’s soft, pale abdomen as her panties dropped to her ankles.

Trixie made her intent obvious to Twilight with deliberate movements, and was rewarded with short, breathy gasps as her head started to drop lower. Trixie smiled against Twilight’s skin as she felt hands dig into her hair, and responded by finding a firm grip on Twilight’s hips. Every inch that Trixie’s mouth covered with kisses, licks and soft nibbles just added more to Twilight’s already growing plethora of approving sounds and needy movements of her body until, finally – much too soon for Trixie – she made it to her ultimate goal.

Yes... She had almost forgotten what she tasted like.

She felt Twilight’s fingers tighten their grip in her mane as she feasted.

“Uuuuhhn… Trixie,” Twilight moaned, deep and long, either unwilling or unable to keep the unabashedly lewd sound from escaping her lips. Any further exclamations were choked down as Trixie eagerly lapped up the juices that leaked from her core. When Twilight's moans grew too loud, Trixie changed her tactics, moving her mouth further south and running her tongue along the inside of her thighs, licking up the leftover spendings from her first climax.

Trixie reveled in Twilight’s landender fur as she ran her tongue in teasing circles. Twilight had always been skinny as a filly, but she had grown up well, gaining natural curves where it counted, and her legs being nearly perfect with the right amount of downy fur. Regardless, she approved of the soft, unblemished state of her thighs and legs as she left a trail of sucks and bite marks everywhere she could.

Apparently feeling like Trixie was taking too long, Twilight began to mumble protests and tug at her mane, attempting to coax her back up to finish the job she started. All in good time, Trixie smirked as she dutifully followed the cooling trail of juices down to her calves and ankles. She cocked her head to the side, peering up as Twilight as she gently lifted one of her legs up, her eyes catching Twilight’s purple, lust-hazed gaze.

“Trixie…” Twilight whined, her entire body trembling with want – desire. She tried to reach for Trixie’s mane again, but she was just out of reach, and instead bit on her knuckle and watched from beneath hooded eyelids as Trixie ran her tongue along the sole of Twilight’s foot. “Fuck…” she keened, writhing from atop the counter.

The word alone – and the sheer lewdness of the meaning behind it – was enough for Trixie to abandon her foot, quickly ascending up Twilight’s leg. She caught the other’s surprised, yet expectant, gaze just before Trixie returned to finish the job she started.

She didn’t hold back as she dipped her tongue deep inside Twilight. She heard the mare gasp breathlessly above her, and the tug at her mane was almost sharp enough for her to register it as only just painful. But she ignored the feeling, instead winding her arms around Twilight’s hips to firmly grip her behind.

Once again, the showmare’s words were taken from her as Trixie worked; she ravished Twilight’s crevice with a vigor she hadn’t felt in years, groaning against her as she lapped up everything she could. She tasted to hot, so perfect, that Trixie imagined she may very well go insane in moments of tasting her. Twilight’s name circled around in her mind like a magic spell, and if it was one thing Trixie knew, it was magic spells. She would definitely not disappoint.

Twilight’s back thumped against the mirror as she leaned backward, her legs spreading as far as she could manage and leaving one hand in Trixie’s mane, the other clamping down on the edge of the countertop. Her back arched and her toes curled. Her tail whipped from to side on the countertop. Her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered herself fully to Trixie’s ministrations.

It didn’t take her long to finish again after that.

“Aahhh… T-Trixie!”

She moaned loudly, her body tightening and contracting like a taut violin string. Her back arched one final time as she reached up, biting roughly into her finger as she came. All at once, a wave of heat washed into Trixie’s mouth as she clamped her hands around Twilight’s waist to hold her steady as she rode out the waves of her climax. Twilight’s breaths came sharp, shallow and desperate, and they refused to return until her body finally relaxed enough to slump on the counter, her hands and legs trembling with exertion.

Trixie continued to kneel and receive the fruits of her labors, coaxing out Twilight’s orgasm as long as she could by licking and slurping along her swollen folds, basking in the intoxicating scent of feminine arousal around her. When it finally did subside, it was with a satisfied exhalation and pleased mewl form her lover.

Satisfied with her efforts, Trixie withdrew from Twilight, a clear string of lingering arousal clinging to her tongue like a dew-covered spider’s web until it finally snapped, and she stood, allowing herself to survey her work.

Twilight lay slumped in a wet, yet clearly satisfied, mess on the countertop, her chest heaving underneath her shirt – damp with sweat and wrinkled. Her eyes were hazy, unfocused. Her mane was splayed out, the half that escaped from her ponytail scattered in wispy strands around her face and shoulders. Her face, neck and chest were wet with sweat, her fur matted and damp, and just the sight of Twilight’s post-coital state was enough for Trixie to allow her a few moments of respite, despite her nearly-painful state of arousal.

But as the seconds ticked by and the heat in her belly grew too hot to ignore, Trixie shifted on her feet, her breath getting harder and harder to catch. Her arousal, that which had been slowly growing since she first saw Twilight take to the stage earlier that evening, finally was too great. With careful, steady movements, she leaned down, unzipping her skirt and sliding both it and her panties down her legs, letting them drop to the floor without ceremony.

The noise seemed to draw Twilight out of her orgasm-induced stupor, and she blinked, her attention falling back to Trixie. Their eyes met, Twilight’s gaze sharpening as Trixie reached up, slowly winding her fingers through her mane piled at the back of her head. The showmare’s tongue flicked out to sweep across her lips, and it was enough of an invitation that Trixie leaned forward, pressing her lips to Twilight’s in a soft, tender kiss.

Trixie sighed through her nose as she felt Twilight’s hands reach up and cup her face, and she backed off from their kiss, swallowing heavily as she stepped forward, nestling herself between Twilight’s legs.

The touch of their naked bodies against each other grew a sharp gasp from deep within Twilight’s throat, and then, before Trixie could even think to escape again, she found herself locked within her lover’s legs; she had curled them around Trixie, crossing her feet at the small of her back, trapping her snuggly and securely.

“Having fun,Trixie?”

The sheer amount of lust – combined with the promise of everything Trixie could ask for – in Twilight’s tone sent a hungry shiver down her spine, directly to her groin.

“Not quite,” she replied huskily. “We’re not done yet. I’m not done yet.”

“You don’t disappoint, after all.” Twilight grinned widely, all teeth.

“Of course I don’t,” Trixie whispered, trembling as she felt Twilight’s hand snake between their bodies, in search of her ultimate prize. “And neither will you.”

“Of course I won’t,” Twilight said, leaning forward and flicking her tongue out to touch the shell of Trixie’s ear as she finally – after ten long years – touched her where she wanted it most.

“So just sit back, and enjoy.”

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To be concluded...