Bewitching Trixie Lulamoon

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I put a spell on you, because you're mine

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Reciprocating Twilight’s lust with kisses, bites and moans came all-too-naturally to Trixie, her fingers lacing together behind Twilight’s neck while their lips danced. This was a dance she only half-remembered, in vague dreams and recollections, and she was not ashamed in the slightest to admit that she had missed this more than she had realized.

She marveled at the softness of Twilight’s fingers as they touched and teased, making Trixie groan and writhe with every consecutive stroke through her folds. She had already been desperately aroused when she first felt Twilight’s hand descend past her belly, gently brushing against the very top of her mound, and now that her fingers began to rub against her in slow, deliberate strokes, it was all Trixie could do to stay upright and in relative control of the situation.

Not that she had any at this point, anyway; what with Twilight’s legs wrapped around her rear and her hand grasping Trixie’s breast with her other hand.

Truly, Trixie was under Twilight’s spell.

The irony was not lost on her.

She moaned softly against Twilight’s mouth as their passionate dance continued. The velvety softness of her lips and movement of her body against her commanding her attention, intoxicating her. She could hear everything – feel everything; the sounds of their breathing and the little ‘pop’ sounds their lips made as the kissed, and even the far lewder sounds coming from her crotch as Twilight touched her. It should have been surprising to Trixie, she noted absently, that Twilight was this skilled as she touched and kissed her. But in retrospect, it was only obvious that Twilight might have seen other ponies – other mares, maybe? – since they left school. The idea did little to disappoint Trixie, however, and only emboldened her to put effort into their lovemaking; if only to prove to Twilight that she was something special. A cut above the rest.

Their noses bumped as their faces shifted to accommodate their kissing. Twilight matched Trixie’s intensity without hesitation, exchanging greedy, wet kisses with ones of equal ferocity. Every sigh and moan echoed through their skin, their entire bodies and their breath. However, regardless of how perfect and wonderful their kissing proved to be, it wasn’t enough for Trixie. After the first minute, she chose to escalate things.

Her tongue slid past her lips and into Twilight’s mouth, and after a brief moment where all the mare could do was moan appreciatively, she returned the embrace, meeting Trixie’s tongue in a hot, wet tangle. The heated breathes simmering between them mingled in their throats through their mouths, their kiss deepening.

Trixie began to feel lightheaded, unable to feel anything else besides Twilight’s body rubbing up against hers and her fingers sliding through her sodden crevice. She broke away from their kiss, her head rocking back as she exhaled sharply, and Twilight took the advantage to attach her lips to her throat, sucking hard and long.

“Twilight…” Trixie groaned, thrusting her hips forward to increase the pressure of Twilight’s fingers against her. “That feels…”

“Good?” Twilight cut her off, her voice lilting with amusement and pride. “Oh, I know it does. Only the best for Trixie Lulamoon.”

Trixie didn’t reply; instead choosing to shake her head and bite her lip to keep a particular vulgar expletive from spilling out of her lips. Twilight seemed to pick up on her reluctance and chuckled, leaning down to nip her throat with her teeth.

“What was that? Go on, Trixie, share with the class…”

Trixie shook her head, her hands clutching Twilight’s shoulders the steady herself as she thrust her hips faster against her hand, wanting to increase her pleasure the closer she got to climax.

It had been too long… far too long.

“Trixie…” Twilight whispered, her fingers slowing slightly as her tone turned reproachful. “How will I know what you want if you don’t share?”

Trixie groaned, her head falling on Twilight’s shoulder as she breathed in her scent. She fought to keep Twilight’s set rhythm going, grinding her hips against the mare keeping her hostage in quickening, almost desperate motions.

“Trixie,” Twilight said, her fingers stopping altogether as she lifted her head to look at her. “Tell me. What do you want?”

Trixie nearly sobbed as she thrust her hips against Twilight’s hand, the last of her reserves crumbling as she ached for release, “Fuck! I want to come!” she cried out desperately. “Twilight, I want you to make me come! It’s been so long, please…”

Twilight’s hand stiffened around the back of her neck, and the corners of her amethyst eyes crinkled as she smiled. “There it is,” she whispered, licking her lips as she watched Trixie suck in a shuddering breath. Her grin widened as she leaned over and brushed her lips against Trixie’s ear, “Just what I’ve wanted to hear from you…”

Trixie barely had the opportunity to take a steadying breath before Twilight went back to work, her efforts renewed as Trixie let out a hitched gasp, her entire frame doubling over as Twilight’s fingers slipped through her folds with vigorous intent.

Letting out another strained grunt as Twilight’s hand moved, it was only Trixie’s firm grip on Twilight’s shoulders and the legs wrapped securely around her waist that kept her from collapsing into a puddle of pure sexual arousal. Her eyes opened tentatively, her vision hazy with lust, and found that Twilight was staring directly at her, her expression full of wonder, desire… and affection. It was enough to send her tipping over the edge as she finally came apart in Twilight’s arms.

She shoved her face forward, stifling her cry against Twilight’s neck as she thrust into her, her bare breasts rubbing against the thin material of Twilight’s camisole and their hips grinding against each other. Trixie’s thighs clamped tightly around Twilight’s hand, the mare’s fingers sliding and rubbing – prolonging her much-desired orgasm – and her legs trembling underneath her, only just able to keep Trixie standing.

Gradually Trixie’s thrusts began to wane, as did Twilight’s hand, and she allowed herself to just be held. She felt the gentle touch of Twilight’s finger under her chin, and she looked up in time to catch her lips in a soft kiss.

“How was that?” Twilight asked when they separated.

“Amazing,” Trixie murmured, because it was. She sighed, leaning down to kiss Twilight again, wasting no time in sliding her tongue between her lips. Twilight hummed approvingly, but frowned when Trixie pulled away a few moments later. “But I’m not quite finished yet.”

Twilight blinked, her frown melting back into a pleased grin. “Good,” she said, and without warning, shoved Trixie away from her.

Gasping in surprise, Trixie stumbled a few feet, managing to regain her balance, only to find Twilight lunging at her, her eyes glinting with barely contained glee. She collided with a surprised Trixie, and she yelped as she felt something hit the back of her legs.

The couch, Trixie realized as she tumbled to her back, the cushions softening her fall. She tried to stand back up, but Twilight wasted no time in clambering up after her, straddling her waist and pushing her back against the couch. Trixie struggled against Twilight’s weight for a moment, and then accepted the sudden turn of events, tilting her face up to meet Twilight’s in a heavy, passionate kiss.

Their hands roamed, their hips ground against each other and their mouths made love with a reckless abandon that Trixie never thought possible before. Her grip on Twilight grew ever tighter as the tension that has been released in her belly with her orgasm began to mount again. Their heads shifted, tongues tumbling over each other in a battle for supremacy as moans mingled with saliva and hot breaths. Trixie let out a strained groan as Twilight’s hands roamed too far southward, and she repaid the attention by matching her lover’s gestures with ones of her own. The room was filled with sounds of their wet kisses, heavy breathing and occasional giggling, and soon Trixie fell back on the couch, gazing up at Twilight through hazy, half-lidded eyes.

Twilight returned the look with a bemused grin, and gave another reckless thrust against Trixie’s hips, eliciting another pleased sound from the mare beneath her.

Slowly their hands stopped their explorations of their bodies, Trixie reached up to lace her fingers behind Twilight’s neck. She tugged her head down and brushed her lips over her lover’s cheek, and then, with another pull, Trixie brought her lips down upon hers again, her tongue making lazy circles in her mouth. Simultaneously, she canted her hips forward again, feeling the warmth of Twilight’s groin brush up against her own.

Twilight giggled softly, and then made to slowly slide down alongside Trixie.

“Let’s get more comfortable, shall we?”

Trixie only nodded, allowing herself to be pulled down so she lay fully on the couch as Twilight shifted atop of her. Soon she lay fully on Trixie, their legs sliding together for a moment before their hips nestled comfortably against each other. Then, as one, they began to move.

Trixie felt her heart skip a she felt Twilight shift atop of her, and moved her hands to he showmare’s lower back; both to urge the mare on, and to keep herself grounded as the pleasure rocked up with each thrust. Twilight responded by running her hand down Trixie’s side, playing with the indentions of her ribs and hipbone, and then gripping her waist to aid in her thrusting.

“Uhhh, Trixie,” she muttered, letting her head fall beside Trixie’s and breathing into her neck. “It feels… so good. So good.”

Nodding quickly as their pace quickened, Trixie reached up with one hand to cradle the back of Twilight’s head, moving her other hand down to her rear end and squeezing. The mare approved the gesture by tilting her head up and closing the distance between their lips, her brow furrowing in bliss as she traded soft kisses between pleasurable groans and long, languid thrusts of their hips.

This, thought Trixie, this is what she had truly wanted the moment she saw Twilight on stage. Before that, really, ever since first giving her virginity to Twilight in school, saying goodbye to her at graduation, and months, years that followed only proved to show what Trixie had truly missed.

Being together with Twilight Sparkle.

Everything fell into place so perfectly, that now that she was finally with her here and now, Trixie couldn’t help but almost sob in satisfied pleasure.

Twilight guided them in their thrusts and grinding eagerly, matching Trixie kiss for kiss, nibbling on her lips when the opportunity called for it. Trixie looked up, returning her weak smile as her restraints continued crumbling, her thrusts becoming more erratic the closer she came to climax, every grind and bump making her see stars behind her eyelids.

Twilight lurched above her, grunting and thrusting deeply down, and Trixie reflexively wrapped her legs around Twilgiht’s waist as she felt her belly cramp with the tell-tale sign of her orgasm quickly approaching.

“Twilight… I’m-I’m almost—“

She clung desperately to Twilgiht’s neck and rear, her mind fogging and her limbs tingling. She was nearly there… just a few more…

And then, just like that, she suddenly came as she ground against Twilight in just the right way, the peak of her pleasure overcoming her in a series of waves that overturned her out of nowhere. She stiffened, arching up against Twilight as she felt nothing but numbing heat emanating from everywhere they were connected.

Twilight didn’t stop, however, or even slow down; she groaned aloud as her thrusts sped up, a soft curse leaking out from deep within her throat into Trixie’s mouth. She rocked against Trixie faster and faster, keeping herself steady on the couch with one hand and delving down between them with the other, blindingly fumbling around until she found purchase between then, her fingers adding to the already incredible friction as she moved.

“F-fuck… Trixie,” Twilight bleated, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Trixie assured her, her muscles straining even as she pressed on through her climax. Her abdomen burned with effort and her crotch was screaming with how sensitive she was, but she didn’t cease her grinding. “Use me until you come.”

“Hnn…” Twilight let out a strained, almost choked whimper as she dug her nails into Trixie’s sweat-soaked fur. “You feel—“

“I know,” Trixie said. “You too.”

It took nearly a full minute for the mare to finally orgasm, and in that time Trixie almost reached her peak yet again. But when Twilight stiffened above her, her breathless whines puffing against the side of Trixie’s neck in a torrent of meaningless sounds, she found that she simply couldn’t continue without a breather first.

Both she and Twilight stopped moving, their chests heaving and their limbs slacked. Twilight wasn’t a heavy mare, but that her entire weight on Trixie was noticeable. Regardless, she didn’t care in the slightest, putting almost as much effort into lifting up a single arm to drape across the back of her sweaty camisole as she did in their lovemaking. Twilight moaned softly – comfortably – against her neck, brushing her lips against her skin as Trixie ran her fingers lazily over the back of her shirt.

“This feels nice,” she whispered.

Trixie exhaled softly, “What does? Me rubbing your back?”

“Well, that too,” Twilight chuckled quietly. “I meant everything; my back, seeing you again, hearing your voice… the sex.”

“The sex is nice,” Trixie admitted without a trace of shame. She shifted slightly, stretching her legs and enjoying the feeling of Twilight’s legs intertwining with hers. “Especially after so long.”

“Oh yea?” Twilight asked. “How long has it been for you, then?”

Trixie blinked, and then rolled her eyes. Of course she wanted to know how long it had been since Trixie last had sex. Well, no better explanation than fact; at least, in her book. “Just about ten years now.”

There was silence from Twilight for a few moments, and then she shifted under Trixie’s arm, pushing herself up to look at Trixie, her eyes wide. “Hold up. Are you saying…?”

It was Twilight’s expression that embarrassed her more than the admission itself, and Trixie shrugged, averting her eyes. “Well… yes. Ever since… then… no one has ever really… interested me enough.”

She looked back, gauging her friend’s reaction. “Not since you.”

Twilight’s chin quivered, her lip twitched; she looked like she was about to cry, but swallowed it, instead reaching up and brushing at Trixie’s bangs with a single finger. “Why didn’t you ever say anything? Or contact me after?”

And there was the million bit question.

“I didn’t think you wanted me to,” Trixie said softly. “After we… got together, things got a little strange between us. I thought we were still friends, and you acted the same as always around me. I didn’t know what to think. And then we graduated and you…” She trailed off, unsure of why she was even explaining herself. Not wanting to turn this around on Twilight, but her curiosity getting the better of her, she sighed, “Why didn’t you contact me?”

Twilight frowned, laying her head down on Trixie’s chest. “I didn’t think you wanted me to. I don’t regret what we did, but I thought you might have. I’m sorry I didn’t come out and ask you directly. I was scared. Then we left school and fell out of touch… I thought you were fine with that. Since then I have always regretted not talking to you about it. About us.”

Then, surprisingly, she giggled. “Looks like we both kinda made the same mistake huh? Ten years of a lack of communication and an equally long dry spell.”

Trixie blinked, Twilight’s words sliding around in her head. When their meaning finally hit her, she couldn’t help it; she laughed. “You mean you haven’t had sex with anyone? Not since me?”

Twilight lifted her head again, a cheeky grin on her face. “Surprised?” Then her smile fell into dismay. “Why? Was I horrible?”

“What? N-no, Twilight. You—“

“Oh Celestia, I was terrible, wasn’t I?” Twilight moaned pitifully into Trixie’s chest. “I was a horrible lay, and Trixie Lulamoon wasn’t satisfied. How I will I ever live with myself?”

Laying it on a bit thick, wasn’t she? Trixie rolled her eyes, and was about to continue placating her when Twilight froze, her head snapping up to look at Trixie. Her entire demeanor had changed; her purple eyes glinted with a dark intent, and her smile was all teeth. The sight alone sent a tremor through Trixie’s body, and she felt her belly clench reflexively as her mouth dried up.

“Whatever will I do to make it up to you?” Twilight whispered softly. “What does Trixie Lulamoon want me, Twilight Sparkle to do to her, as reparation for these ten long, sexually repressed, years of celibacy?”

She leaned forward, brushing her lips against Trixie’s, “Go on. Tell me what you want.”

Trixie exhaled sharply, both unable and unwilling to stop the blush from filling her cheeks. She flicked her eyes between Twilight’s and then slowly, purposefully, she reached up and slipped Twilight’s top up her body, the material gathering at the back of her wrists as she ran her hands up her sides, brushing her fingertips alongside her breasts, and then up her arms. Twilight tossed the shirt aside and stared down at Trixie, her hands at her side and doing nothing to cover herself from Trixie’s hungry gaze.

She was just as perfect as before, and everything Trixie had dreamed about for years.

“I guess I didn’t give you enough evidence, did I?” Twilight said, her tone almost negligible as she leaned down onto Trixie.

Trixie smirked, “No, I guess you still have a lot to prove.”

“Alright.”

The couch creaked under them. Their bodies kissed. Their breaths mingled as they came together.

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