Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 4: The Mare of His Dreams

"Twilight! Hello, dearest!"

Twilight Sparkle, the cherubic angel in question, froze in place as Rarity bounced on over to him.

Emphasis on bouncing, two very big emphases! The sweater-clad cleavage of Equestria’s largest, plumpest couturier had its own personal rhythm few could match, inviting drooling onlookers to stare for hours and hours and hours... And if they ever did get tired of those wobbling armfuls of titanic titties, they always had her miniskirt to gawk at. Rarity’s outfit of the hour also came equipped with the shortest of breezy little skirts, and this one constantly fluttered over and around those thick, thick thighs.

What a babe! What a classic Manehattan vixen!

Normally, a stallion like Twilight would brag for days and days about keeping such exquisite company. Yet, in actual fact, Rarity was the one counting herself lucky to know him.

"Well, fancy seeing Ponyville's finest femboy here on Nightmare Night... Now we’ll have the whole night to get caught up on the latest gossip, mm?" Rarity had taken a commanding hold on Twilight the moment she’d seen him. Now she snuggled him deeper and deeper into her cleavage until it looked like even his shoulders might be swallowed up by the burgeoning expanses of Rarity.

When Twilight finally surfaced, it was with a light frown staining those otherwise impeccable features. "Actually, Rarity, Princess Celestia needs me to give a speech tonight! I'm sorry, but..."

Rarity's features fell, her radiance gone dull as a single, forlorn word left her lips: "Oh."

"Twilight, Twilight, Twilight! My, my, my, you have been busy! I just heard the news about you and Celestia... You sly dog, I would never have known you'd have it in you!"

Rarity was dressed more than appropriately for the high society dinner party in Canterlot: when you tailored most of these people's clothes yourself, fitting in was a snap and then some. She wore a black gown that fit snugly to her own set of immense, childbearing hips, possessing a lower body to rival Celestia's own. The real treat, however, was the thigh-high stockings decorating her thick thighs, covering not-quite everything... They revealed an enticing strip of soft, smooth flesh that naturally drew the eye; couple that with her strappy high-heeled sandals and her butt truly popped out, amply straining the dress's rear.

She wore it with confidence and grace, even if inwardly her stomach was swarming with metaphorical butterflies. It had been a month since she'd last seen her favourite little boy toy and she was just itching to catch up.

"To think I'll be an aunt soon! Metaphorically speaking, of course. But yes, I was thinking... Celestia's going to be having all sorts of cravings soon, why don't we hit up a few ice cream stores, mm? And I know the most darling little cake shop! I'm somewhat of an expert in..."

Forcibly dragging his eyes from Rarity’s ass, Twilight focussed on her face. "Mm. Uh. Actually... I've been asked by Celestia to go on a diplomatic mission to the Crystal Empire... I'm..." he paused to release a staggering yawn, "I've done nothing but research its customs for the last few days, and I'm exhausted... But, yes, mm, cake when I get back. Whenever that is..."

"Oh."

Months passed, and Twilight just seemed to grow busier and busier, until he hardly saw her at all anymore. But finally, against all odds, a day was secured for the pair to get together and catch up. Rarity was delighted, of course: nothing would ruin her special day with her pretty young stallion. She checked the schedule front to back and side to side. Twilight had nothing to do on this most special of days, and only the most simple and menial of tasks before and after.

If he turned her down now, it would have to be on purpose.

“La dee dum, dee dee… Art of the dress~” She didn’t have an entire song ready for such an occasion, but she did hum some vaguely-musical bars as she glided down the stairs. Why, it felt like she was just walking on air! A delicious lunch at a fine dining restaurant with best-of-friends Twilight Sparkle. What more could she ask for? That one pair of heels she’d been eying earlier, maybe, but besides that? Nothing.

She’d let him choose the locale - it was a gentleman’s job to treat a lady, after all - but he was a clever boy. She had faith he’d pick something suitably trendy for a day out with Rarity. Twilight was a native to Canterlot’s sprawling urban jungle, and surely knew all the nicest establishments by heart. The restaurants in the kingdom’s capital were renowned for their ability to pamper a patron with food, presuming they could afford it... and she was certainly feeling peckish! A thin trickle of drool snuck its way out of the corner of her lips as visions of a friendly heart-to-heart over risotto danced merrily in her head.

Ding dong! Her eyes lit up and her ears perked. “Oh, that’s him!” She rushed to the door, as fast as her heels would allow, and let him ring just once more. Couldn’t look too eager! Ding- “Hello, Twilight!” Rarity pulled the door open right on the dong. In more ways than one, it looked like. She couldn’t help glancing immediately down toward his beyond-tight leggings, the unmistakable imprint of little Twilight throbbing gently through the fabric. The fat head hanging low by his knee pulsed gently. To round the outfit out, he wore a long-sleeved white blouse.

“Oh!” Rarity’s usually snow-white cheeks blushed a heated red. Goodness, somepony was in a mood to show off today. Besides her, naturally. She had on the latest in her new line: a brilliant scarlet dress that shimmered nearly as much as Twilight’s leggings, with plenty of delicate skin shown off in all the right places. The sapphire blue of her cutie mark played teasingly at the edges where her outfit showed off her luscious hips - a siren call for Twilight to come see more, if he was feeling a little frisky after lunch. “Well, I see you’re all dressed up, Twilight. Come to spirit me away for a bite to eat, are you?”

“Just like we planned!” Twilight grinned, his face full of more energy now than she’d seen him with the whole year prior. “I picked out a great place for us, the best in town. You’re going to love it, I promise.”

“Best in town!” Rarity’s heart fluttered at that one. Surely Twilight meant to make the most of this time they had together. “What’s it called? Have I heard of it before? Is it reviewed in all of the most high-profile food critics’ columns?”

Twilight shimmied his frankly enormous hips this way and that, tilting his head back with a hint of nervousness. The pretty pony brayed in the back of his throat as he coiled an errant finger in a silken strand of purple and pink hair. "Mm! Oh, I do hope you'll like it, Rarity! It's my own little hidden gem, and I haven't been there in sooo long..."

In a flash of energy, he vanished, and a pair of spectral, lavender hands seized hers out of thin air, lifting them and clasping them together. A moment later, the rest of Twilight phased in behind them with the familiar puff of magic being released, his teleportation complete. He appeared staring deep into Rarity's eyes, massaging the backs of the curvy babe's hands in his palms. "I'm so excited to be able to share it with someone... and most of all with you, Rarity! My dearest friend..." He clip-clopped a step closer to her, shrinking the foot or so of space between their bodies into bare inches.

Rarity's eyes naturally fell to Twilight's plump, impossibly-kissable lips, so large and full they'd always given the stallion something of a slight lisp. At the moment, they were clearly pursed in concern, even more pronounced than normal.

To Rarity, it was not unlike an obvious mating signal from him to her. That stance he was taking, wide-eyed, slightly open-mouthed, rocking his curvy hips... it was all the sorts of signals a cute filly gave her stallion when she was ready to be mounted, and it certainly inspired Rarity to take the lead in their exchange. How easy would it be for her to simply take him by the shoulders and properly assert herself on the little colt as they both knew she should? She could kiss that little minx until his head spun, and he’d be buck-naked in her bed within the hour.

The more Rarity thought about it, the more her heart fluttered. A rare goofy smile began to spread across her face. "Eheh... Eheheh..."

But no! This was dinner, and she was a lady! And ladies waited until after dinner to squat over their slender, narrow-shouldered lovers, keeping those trappy cute-boys pinned under their massively-curvy frames. Ladies waited until after dinner to leer and drool as they lowered their thick, adult pussies down onto pretty, upthrust cocks, slurping them up to the very base and then shaking their hips out like maniacs!

Yes, exactly. The true way of a proper lady was to mount, dominate, and milk after a full night's entertainment.

"Well!" Rarity said, clutching her purse to her motherly bosom, even as she wished it was Twilight's head instead. "We had best be off, then, mm?"

She extended her hand towards him, adorned with close to a dozen golden bangles, rings and bracelets. Actually, the only part of it that seemed to be conspicuously bare was her ring finger, which looked absolutely naked in comparison. "Shall we?"

Unfortunately, Twilight had already turned and was heading to the door! Rarity suppressed a howl, stamped her high-heeled boot on the floor, then lifted her skirt and hurried off after him!

The walk to dinner was delightful in how uneventful it was, giving the pair a rare opportunity to simply catch up. A calm before the storm, as it were.

They didn’t walk in silence - far from it, in fact - but though Rarity’s mouth moved and Twilight’s head bobbed in agreement, her heart was pumping too fast and the blood roaring too loudly in her ears to really hear. It was just aimless patter, or conversational static.

It didn’t matter to Rarity that nothing was said. Plenty of time to get to the real meat of the discussion once they were at a table… and still later, once they were cozy under the covers. What she wanted now more than anything was only to hear Twilight’s voice. To be seen with him as they walked the streets of Canterlot. Why, she could practically see herself in the next round of paparazzi shots. The photos of the two of them together would doubtless make the cover on all sorts of trashy gossip rags. Amazingly attractive mare with divinely-inspired fashion sense sighted with Princess Pet, Twilight Sparkle. Goodness, how everyone would talk!

Eventually, however, their journey, and Twilight Sparkle, came to a sudden halt. Obliviously walking forwards as she was, Rarity managed to squish herself a good way into him before she even realized they’d arrived.

“Soo sorry, Twilight!” she said, fighting the urge to sigh in delight. Mmm, he felt so good where he was she wondered she should ever have to let him go. But let him go she did - the proper and polite thing to do while in public - and she giggled as he gasped for air. Nearly smothered by contact with her own plush curves, what a thought.

“Where is it?” She put a hand over her eyes to block out the sun, trying to find their doubtlessly palatial dining place. This seemed one of the… less opulent segments of Canterlot, merely twice as nice compared to Ponyville instead of a dozen times over. Still, even Canterlot’s meanest dregs could hide sparkling gems.

“Across the street? I see a place called… Chez Zee?” She frowned, trying to make out the restaurant of her dreams from what seemed a view of a mid-level bistro. “That’s not it, is it?”

Twilight could only giggle. “No, no, of course not! Chez Zee isn’t worth bringing you out here for. Turn around!”

“Ah, I see.” Once she was quite sure Twilight wouldn’t take notice, she let out the tiniest sigh of relief. Had she thought for even a moment that Twilight would take her to such a dumpy little restaurant while they were in Canterlot, of all places? A little trust in her friends would do her good! She grinned a guilty sort of grin and spun slowly in place. “Let’s see now…” What could it be, she wondered? A nice French outlet? A family-owned gryphon affair? Or even-

“Sloppy Joe’s?”

Twilight thrust the glass double-doors open and stepped inside the restaurant most odious. When in Canterlot, Rarity was used to having her name formally announced by Equestria’s finest serving staff... and now the only heralding either of them were receiving was the ding-a-ling-a-ling of the low-hanging bell overhead.

She followed behind Twilight in a daze as he guided her down to one of the many tables, and the thick-reared pair soon each had their own Double Joe-Burgers with fries and soda to tuck into... much to Twilight's delight. Rarity seized the mayo-oozing buns with her long, elegant evening gloves, already dreading the stains she would doubtlessly pick up before lunch was over. As she lifted it to her lips to take a few wandering nibbles here and there, she wondered if perhaps she were just a mite overdressed.

Then she glanced up and saw the little glutton opposite her was already sucking his fingers dry and ordering another. "Oh, Twilight," she thought to herself with a smile. "You always did have quite the little appetite, didn't you?"

"Sorry to bring you out here, heh..." said Twilight, again running a hand down the back of his mane, smoothing out the silk across and down the chair's cushioned back. "But all I've had to eat these last few months is the fancy stuff prepared by Celestia's personal chef staff... I just had to sneak in some fast food while I was out!"

Rarity laughed, already becoming more at ease with her favourite little dork. That was just so classically Twilight, she could hardly fault him. And the burger certainly wasn't unpleasant! Spying a strip of tomato sticking out the side, she made a show of sinking her teeth into it and pulling it out, slurping it down into her belly. "Mmrgh. I suppose you're right, dear!"

Rarity crossed and uncrossed her long legs under the table. Then she leaned forwards, putting her elbows up and batting her long, long eyelashes. Massive, wobbling breasts spilled out under her elbows, engulfing them fully on either side. The simple motion was enough to smother almost a full third of the table under busty, natural pony-teat, with plenty of chest to spare! "I do so wonder what other charms we can find for you to sink your teeth into, mmm?"

Twilight gasped, leaning back a little bit in his seat... momentarily. "Ah!" Then, he came forwards, as if pulled by an invisible lure. "Rarity... Mm, I..."

The greedy mare's eyelashes beat up and down again, her smile getting a little wider. So much of her cleavage was on the table now she was bumping her Sloppy Joe's serving tray. "Yes, dear?"

He gulped. "I'd really like to..."

Unfortunately for the spot between Rarity's legs that had been throbbing all day, she didn't get to hear the rest of his sentence. There was a great and sudden crash from behind them as one of the diner's windows burst inwards, shattered under the impact of a very large, and very well-developed, body.

A whizzing blur of blue and white rocketed across the room as glass rained down on the floor. The vague shape of a woman with knees tucked into her chest and arms akimbo flew across the room, before coming to a skidding halt atop one of the many four-seater booth's tables, right beside the ball pit. With an extra splash of magic, it came skidding to a halt, the table rocking crazily underneath it.

"Twilight Sparkle! At last!"

Twilight cringed back in his seat, as if trying to hide behind his freshly-delivered second burger. Rarity glanced from him to the feisty newcomer standing over them. "Twilight? Who, ah... Who is..."

Twilight sank a little lower. "Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact..."

Although he really should have! The view was extremely easy on the eyes. Even dressed down as she was, and with her sneakers currently buried in a crying child's burger and shake, the flamboyant cutie standing over them certainly did cut an impressive figure for herself. Tall and shapely in the extreme, and exuding a rare, almost primitive confidence one would expect from a proud lioness... or perhaps a spider crawling towards a fly caught in its web, flecks of drool flicking from its venom-soaked fangs.

She had come in a fully black, yet very sheer nylon bodystocking that tightened on every contour, shaping and forming her thighs, calves and arms. It particularly did a number on her butt, because where those long, meaty legs ended, a real sexual wonderland began. Those bubbly cheeks practically burst from the garment like a second set of cleavage, the straps of her black thong rising up between her asscheeks like a whale tail from a churning grey sea.

She had thrown a sky-blue hoodie on over that. But even trapped under such a loose and shapeless garment, a buxom figure still begged to be admired... Where her long, full legs were free to prance about exposed, the hoodie was strained across her breasts to near-bursting, the material thrust out almost a solid foot in front of her. She was absolutely stacked, bearing large, natural breasts fit to make a grown stallion cry, and the slightest movement seemed to set them off wobbling. Rather than demeaning her, or even making her embarrassed of her body, she seemed to carry that rack like it was just one more reason why she was so cool, thrusting it aggressively at Twilight and Rarity, daring them to stare. That the slightest shift of her sneakers was enough to make them bounce was just icing on the cake~

Within the loose garment’s hood, most of her smooth, sophisticated features were rendered camouflaged under a silky explosion of long white hair spilling out of its confines. But what they could see was absolutely pinched with pleasure! She had half shut her eyes, breaking out into a big, amicable grin, teeth flashing as she swayed her hips this way and that. Colossal cocksucker lips drew up the sides of her face, so large it was like looking on at a living cartoon character... but with an unmistakable fullness to them that reminded them both she was very much real. They dimpled just like any other flesh would when she lashed them with her slippery tongue. The artificial light from the bulb overhead made the light play across the shiny blue lipstick she'd applied: slathered on so thick it was a wonder it didn't drip right off.

"So, Twilight Sparkle!" she continued. "You've finally made the critical error I was waiting for! You’ll regret venturing out from under that Goddess's oh-so-Celestial embrace!"

She waggled a finger, turning another circle with her hips. The child continued to cry around the sloppy remains of a Sloppy Junior. "Well, it will be your last, you naughty little munchkin! Because now I have you right where I want you, right in the clutches of the GREAT..."

"No-no-no-no..." whined Twilight, clutching the table in a white-knuckled grip.

"... AND POWERFUL..."

"Nononononono..." Twilight wished he could disappear, and instead settled for slinking his head further down under the table.

Trixie leapt into the air again, landing on Twilight and Rarity's table this time. Crushing their food, obviously.

"... TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIXIE!"

Trixie thrust her hoodie down around her shoulders, causing a mesmerizing cascade of flowing white hair to spill down her back. She popped a sorceress's hat into her hand, rapidly affixing it to her head. "Now Trixie can bare herself to you as the true Master of Magic she is! Ahaha!"

Rarity flushed red in the face. “Twilight? Just who is this?”

“Well,” Twilight began, sinking as far down into his seat as his overflowing hiney would allow. “It’s a very long story, you see. It starts with, ah… What’s really important is… Um.”

Twilight cleared his throat, then finished his thought in a squeaky little whisper: “Anyway, yes, her name is Trixie.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie, the Great and Powerful Trixie will have you know,” the Great and Powerful Trixie corrected him. She turned fully toward Twilight, thrusting him into darkness as her immeasurable bust blocked out all light from above, leaning down and looming over him. “And after that humiliation you visited upon her earlier, she has thought of nothing but getting her revenge!”

With all of her leaning forward, she had also managed to thrust nothing but butt right into Rarity’s face. Though Rarity could admire a rump with such a clear amount of care put into it as the next mare, she had to draw the line at a double-cheek show from the Thick and Fleshy-ful Tushie.

“Now see here!” Rarity stood up suddenly, the impact of her lush rack with Trixie’s backside enough to send her flopping forward into the booth behind Twilight. “I don’t know who you are, you crazed ruffian, you!”

Rarity drew herself up to her full, not-quite-towering but still considerable, height. “But I came out here for a nice lunch with a very good friend! I’ll not have you interrupting it with these shenanigans!”

It took Trixie more than a moment to recover from her stupendous fall; if only she had studied as hard in acrobatics as she had in magical theatrics, she might have managed it with some grace. But as it was the whole restaurant was treated to an eyeful or two of her rump in the air, legs flailing about as she re-angled herself tits-side-up.

“What rudeness is this!” she shouted, once she had finally managed to orient herself. Her sorceress’s hat was crumpled quite badly, but she looked no worse than winded... and no better than enraged. “The Great and Powerful Trixie’s production will not be interrupted by a mere background character. Why don’t you exit stage-right and leave this scene to the lead actress of the play?”

“Hmph!” Rarity tossed her head to the side, coiling a finger in her mane. She looked every bit the cat about to scritch some eyes out, and with a tongue laced with prodigious venom. “I rather doubt anyone would ever cast a harlequin like you in such a role!”

In the blink of an eye, Rarity was out of her booth and staring Trixie down. There was a good deal of space left between the girls, but only in absolute terms. It became considerably diminished when one accounted for the enormous amount of room both mares required up top.

The pair glared daggers at each other, not just with their eyes but those ample breasts as well. The war between them had clearly already begun.

But it was only when the beginning sparks of magic began crackling on both unicorn's horns that Twilight Sparkle finally stepped in. "Wait, um, hold on a mo - " he started, beginning to slowly rise from the double-seater booth he was fully occupying with his ass. It looked like lightning bolts were about to fly, and if he wanted any chance to put a stop to that, he’d have to step straight into the eye of the storm!

But he was only half-up before Trixie seized his forearm. A web of blue magic appeared connecting both ambitious magician and humble student, granting her the strength she needed to haul him up between the pair of them. And another pair entirely, those wobbling, hoodie-constrained udders bouncing on her chest. Twilight was only a little above head-height on the girl's bosoms, a few inches shorter than Rarity or Trixie, and when she’d tugged him up towards her the little goofball had ended up face-first in the smooth, wooly softness of the slight crease between Trixie's breasts. As if by instinct, her fingers were on the back of his head in mere moments, holding him in place between giant breasts, refusing to let him pull away.

"Trixie will have you know the villain between us more than deserves this! You'd understand completely if you knew what Twilight has done to me!”

Whatever Twilight had done was the least of Rarity’s contentions at this point. She was already bustling her way over on those staggeringly high, glossy black heels of hers. Her giant hips sashayed to and fro, swinging this way and that as she mounted up on the space between her and the other pony. Very unfortunately for Twilight, as it turned out... His efforts to turn away from Trixie were immediately put a stop to as a second pair of pale, wobbling breasts - mostly bare when that low-cut dress of hers was taken into consideration - engulfed his shoulders and wrapped around his neck. He had been reduced to just two frightened-looking eyes and a big mop of pink and purple hair, the rest of him completely buried under the girl's overflowing chests.

"Be that as it may, this is no way to treat anypony! Unbosom Twilight at once! Harlot!"

Rarity might have continued her tirade against all things Trixie, if a sudden whiff of something peculiar hadn’t caught her delicate nose. She leaned closer, cocked an eyebrow, and thrust her tongue into the corner of her mouth in concentration... only to suddenly let out a bloodcurdling gasp! "You're not even wearing perfume! Your whole bust is just... soaking... in sweat!"

"Trixie smells of the hunt! And so what? Trixie has been too busy stalking her prey to pay attention to such paltry concerns!"

"I'll have you know Twilight has a very delicate nose! Don't you just go burying Celestia’s advisor where they’ll get high off your... filly-fumes!”

"Trixie buries any pony anywhere she pleases!"

"Slattern!"

"Bitch!"

As the argument got more and more heated, the pressure on Twilight’s head mounted still further. A way out between the both of them was unthinkable, and even calming the girls down a bit was looking unlikely... Rarity was positively shaking with anger over him at having her perfect day ruined. While Trixie was sassily swaying this way and that, titty-slapping his ears and occasionally thrusting his whole nose deep into a teat, Rarity occasionally arched her back to shake her fingers accusatorily. It rolled those large, sweaty teats back and forth over his face like twin rolling pins, aggressively mussing Twilight's mane.

But the longer the little sissy was kept there, the warmer and warmer he got between his legs... The first hint the girls had that something was wrong was Twilight squirming, hands massaging his thighs as he tried to keep his calm. "Girls, I... Girls..."

Rarity smothered. Trixie engulfed. More hormones and pheromones wormed their way up his nose, until Twilight's eyes were rolled back. Until the poor cutie was visibly panting, struggling to keep his calm. He was getting stiffer and stiffer, leggings straining to contain a rising new force...

"Twilight belongs to Trixie!" scoffed Trixie, fully gulping up Twilight's face between her breasts, his nose right up against her sternum.

"This is our date!" scoffed back Rarity, a fat nipple near half out of her dress, prodding directly into his soft little cheek. She would haul it up, but there was so little space between them, that...

Both girl's trains of thoughts were interrupted as they suddenly heard a sharp intake of air from between them, followed by a cute little "Kyun~ ♥". Twilight suddenly went limp, the femboy's whole body sagging as his overstrained member finally lost its cool. It released happy Twilight spunk all down the front of his pants, flowing out in a great wave. Moments later, and a very familiar stink reached both mare’s nostrils... the simultaneously offensively-reeking and yet sooo desirable smell of gallons of dripping semen.

It was as if time had frozen for the three ponies, an effect tempered by the warm, fluid flow oozing from the head of of Twilight’s member as it dripped to the floor, rolling down the plains of both mares’ plentiful thighs in great white waves. Thick streams of the stuff trickled down with the speed and consistency of molasses, building and building with gravity’s help until finally drops hit the floor in weighty splats.

Trixie was the first to react, and goodness did she react! “Ugh, oh, eek, ah!” Her delicate features shifted through a series of shocked contortions, long legs back-pedaling as she, and her ghetto-class hoodie, were drenched beyond saving by the contents of Twilight’s frothy blasts of seed. Where no brute force in Equestria could have pried her away from Rarity prior, now she scampered away of her own accord.

“Just what is this!” scoffed Trixie, eyes like saucers fluttering up and down. “Sparkle... Sparkle, just... What is this? What new insult have you...”

Maybe the gabby filly would have launched into even more confused mewling, but she highly doubted Twilight could even hear her in his current state. At the moment, he looked... braindead

“Aah~” That certainly was the face of a very satisfied pony! Twilight was wobbling on shaky legs, with a goofy grin plastered across his face, still lost somewhere in the afterglow of his unexpected orgasm. His cock, satisfied for now, stirred lazily beneath his leggings. It pulsed gently and a gooey glob of white bled through the fabric, rolling down over his knee on its way to the floor.

Trixie pointed her most accusatory finger yet. Future generations would whisper of such an objection in hushed tones, it would be spoken of around twilight campfires. “Twilight Sparkle, that obscene… thing swinging between your legs... That... Those are not your natural, Celestia-intended parts!”

Rarity stifled another scoff behind her hand, thinking back to how very rounded Celestia’s middle had gotten in recent times. “Well! Shows what you know...”

Disregarding such trifling comments, Trixie squirmed ever-closer. To Rarity, the magician’s movements put her in mind of a mosquito flitting in for a closer look at a bug zapper... Well, good! Maybe she’d fry her brains on Twilight’s pecker and then Rarity could get her own slice of that filly-breaking magic swaying down there between his thunder thighs.

Starting at his head, Trixie’s gaze travelled down his body, wisps of magic outlining his trickery in blue every inch of the way. “All this time, you were... No!” She gasped. “That silken mane!”

Twilight shuddered as ethereal fingers tangled in his mane, lifting him up onto his tippy-toes with a single tug. “Nnn...” That powerful hold made the little pony’s mouth water, the commanding grip too much for the slippery-tongued stallion.

Rarity could only watch in silence as her date, the stallion she’d lusted after for years, was treated like a rent boy by this troublesome filly. I cannot believe thiiiiis... I’m so overdue for thiiiiis, Rarity thought, doing her best to keep an amicable smile on her face even with both hands tugging on fistfuls of her velvety violet curls. I’m soooo close to giving that princely pecker a walk down my runway... and this biiiiiiiii - ah - busybody is getting in the way-hay~ ♪

But Trixie was completely on the warpath by now. At this point, it was possible not even the Elements of Harmony could have stopped her.

“These kissable lips!” Trixie lifted a thumb and forefinger, pinched together like a pair of lips... and on cue, the magic swirling about Twilight puffed up into a shimmering mouth just as fulsome and pretty as his own. Trixie thrust her upraised hand forwards and it left glittering wet smooches all around his face, but mostly on his mouth. Rarity covered her eyes behind her hands as an oily, dark tongue materialized out of thin air, and forced its way into Twilight’s mouth.

It was only when Twilight groaned in arousal that Rarity’s horn finally sparked with magic... but she pulled the plug almost immediately afterwards. The dignified miss forced herself to remain calm. After all, she just had to wait for Twilight to take charge of the situation, surely. He was a man! A little nuisance like Trixie would be well within his capabilities to handle. “Keep calm, Rarity, keep calm... This will all blow over, just wait and see~”

“This flat, girlish chest! These wide, childbearing hips! If anyone had thought you were a filly under all that, they’d be... sorely disappointed!” Twilight was prodded and squeezed and spanked all the more by naughty spectral limbs, while Trixie’s physical hands alternated between resting on her hips and waving exasperatedly in his direction.

Twilight couldn’t help but blush - much like one of those schoolgirls he so resembled - at a comment like that. Even after effortlessly sweeping up first place at Canterlot’s biggest Crossplay contest this year - and being the centrepiece of the extra-hedonistic orgy that had followed on from having so many cute, slutty twinks in one spot - it just felt sooo gratifying to hear he could flawlessly trap from a bystander like Trixie. Nepotism might have wormed its way into other aspects of his life, but the prissy little bitch with more dick, ass and thigh to himself than a whole mixed dorm knew he could still rock a skirt with the cutest, and the hung-est, of ‘em.

“And this!” Trixie finally scowled, dragging Twilight’s attention back to her. She had reached the centrepiece of the piece of art that was his body, the pole so many other semen-slurping sissies who’d worked his shaft had called “untuckable.” In other words, the mare-taming fuckrod that had been inside half of Canterlot by now, and yet had somehow avoided Rarity’s cooch dozens, technically hundreds, of times.

Trixie raised her own hands as his prick was magically lifted, dragged up and forwards, laid out like a log between them. The immense, veined weapon of a member was still drooling cum, those big fat nuts of his still sloshing happily away. “This is the worst part of all! A single touch and it stiffens up, doubtless with cuties’ cunts on the brain! Why, to any mare in Equestria, it’s as dangerous as an Ursa Major!”

One dramatic pose later, Trixie was looming over the venom-spitting Twi-rod, grinning ear to ear. Unsurprisingly, her moment off-kilter had already passed, and the narrative she lived by had rewired itself in her head. It was easy to change the details around when there was so much unoccupied real estate in that thick skull of hers, it seemed sometimes. “It must be stopped! And Trixie is the one to do it!”

“It’s... It’s not like I didn’t try to tell you, Trixie...” Twilight groaned, almost toppling on the spot. He tried to lock his eyes on her, but his gaze was dreamy and unfocused. “Well... I guess now you know, eheh~”

Twilight gave his hips a little wiggle, but rather than swinging his shaft back to its natural dangling state, Trixie’s magic kept it supported like a hot-dog bun. His shaft wobbled back and forth in the air between them. “So... What are you going to do now, mm? Going to take a closer look?”

“What?” Rarity hollered, her mouth working faster than her musk-addled mind. “Surely you can’t be serious, Twilight! You hardly even know this blow-up doll bimbo of a unicorn!” Her expression softened as she wrapped her arms around Twilight, a warm smile on her lips and pure honey in her voice. “Surely you wouldn’t want to waste such a bountiful gift on a pony like Trixie, mm? Why not m- ah... a good friend, instead?”

She hardly knew what she was saying now. Years and years’ worth of pent-up lust and frustration were bubbling up all at once, as if uncorked by Twilight’s tremendous orgasm. She couldn’t even be mad at him for it! Yes, she was soaked, and yes, the dress was ruined... but oh, what a splendid way for any outfit to go. No wonder Twilight needed such hearty, fattening food to fuel his furnace. It was clear enough now that every calorie down his throat took a pit stop down by his thighs, straight on the way to his overfed sack. She’d heard the stories of Twilight’s productivity, but such a downpour as this she’d hardly dared to imagine!

And all of it, just from a few minutes’ contact with her. What could she do with an hour in bed? The mind boggled to think of it. She nodded again, half-in and half-out of fantasy. “There are plenty of ponies you know could appreciate such a thorough coating, I’m quite sure.”

“You stay out of this!” Trixie sputtered out, as quickly as she could manage. “Coatings of cum, and which pony gets them, are precisely the opposite of Trixie’s point!” She turned to Twilight, eyes ablaze with righteous fury. “Because the point, make no mistake about it, is that I want revenge! You shall pay for your crimes - and Trixie’s laundry bills - Sparkle, mark my words. I challenge you to a magic duel!”

“A magic duel!” At those words, Rarity did exactly the opposite of staying out of it. She stepped between Trixie and her well-hung prey... accidentally bumping Twilight back over in the process. Curse her generous hips. “He’ll be doing nothing of the sort. I’ll have you know that Twilight is a very important, very busy pony, and he’s already wasted enough of what free time he has talking to a vagabond trickster like yourself.”

And how dare that Trixie! Forcing her to knock poor Twilight over like that, much less laying even a single spark of magic on her precious little stallion! Rarity turned to Twilight and lit her horn, using careful application of her magic to cancel out Trixie’s own. Now unsupported, Twilight’s tremendous shaft fell to earth like a felled tree, slapping against his leg with a weighty thud! Rarity did her ladylike best not to stare as it throbbed ever so powerfully, trickle of doubtlessly-potent precum oozing in little rivers from its tip...

No, she hardly even glanced in its general direction. “Here, Twilight. Allow me to help you.” Rarity held a hand out to him, which in his lustful daze he hardly seemed to notice.

Well that had her frumping in no short order! “Alright, alright, well! Just because I’m a lady...” Rarity bat those long, long eyelashes, “... Doesn’t mean I don’t understand what it is you boys need to get the pep in your step.” In a sultry snap, she leant down over her beau, marshmallow-white breasts swaying pendulously before his eyes like a hypnotist’s coin. She scooped up his hand. “And off we go!”

A command ‘little Twilight’ seemed to take far too literally. At the sight of Rarity’s glorious bust, the bottomless canyon formed by her tightly-packed tits jammed together in her scarlet dress, the surging stallionhood between his legs grew so hard and so fat that within moments it was pressing itself insistently against the inside of Rarity’s thighs, drooling and slobbering like a too-friendly puppy. Twilight groaned, his hips thrusting instinctively forward at the touch of such soft, luscious flesh, until that battering ram of a cock was mere inches away from the vulnerable gates of Rarity’s slit.

“Goodness!” Rarity blushed as she braced her legs and readied herself to pull Twilight up. She was, perhaps, just slightly aware that the arc of motion she was setting him on would bring the bits between his legs and hers on a squelching, wet collision course. It was a shame, it really was, but some sacrifices just had to be made to help out a friend. Oh, well! “On three, Twilight, alright? One… Two…”

"Three!" bellowed Trixie. She raised her fists and then thrust them down by her sides, sending out a great pulse of magic in a boom that tossed Twilight and Rarity clear through the air.

By dint of her considerable carriage, anterior and posterior, Rarity struck the tiles first, face-down, ginormo ass-up. Her dress made that caboose look like a big toadstool mushroom rising up from the floor, albeit one with coiling purple hair and slutty high heels for roots. She winced, clutching her head, and would have attempted to rise... if not for Twilight coming crashing down directly on top of her, thrown by Trixie's magic.

And just like that, two became one.

Perhaps it was the way Rarity's dress had hitched up around her midsection... or perhaps it was the stiffness in Twilight's throbbing loins. But either way, when the cute stallion flopped on top of his one-ton-titty chum, he landed crotch-first directly on top of that butt of legends. The huge cheeks swallowed up his whole midsection effortlessly, sinking him face-first into her plush rear end. Twilight seized two great, glorious handfuls of pale bottom, wrapped up in whisper-thin skirts, and dipped immediately into the spot between Rarity's spread legs.

The sticky, sloppy, slurping noise that followed after made both of them turn red as beets.

"OH!" Rarity's eyes shot wide open, at the same time her mouth dropped. What a wake-up call that was! She was feeling the stallion of her heart not just on top of her, but sinking into her from behind. How many times had she dreamt of such a thing? How many times had she lain awake at night in her bed, building fantasy upon glorious fantasy of Twilight Sparkle between her legs?

Too many, too many.

Rarity tossed her head this way and that, hands crawling across the linoleum, gripping anything that came to her hands. More abrupt whimpers and whines escaping her mouth. "Oh-oh-oh-oh! Twilight!"

An accidental penetration. Who could have imagined such a perverse thing could ever have happened... and yet the proof was plain as day; the veiny, bulging dick jutting out of her pretty pussy with all the subtlety of an invasion force spearing a virgin beach-head. One glance down there could confirm it: the biggest, fattest twink-cock in all of Equestria was helping itself right to her pussy.

Rarity shuddered as her steaming folds were spread by Twilight's boiling-hot cock, forced further and further apart as more and more Twi-meat pressed in... A few more inches and she'd not only get to try on having her abused belly stretching out, but she'd experience the bliss of Twilight's weighty balls slapping on her pussy as well!

Oh sweet Celestia! she thought, through frenzied gasps of pleasure. Thank you for letting me be born a mare!

Rarity began to turn her head back to look on her lover, tongue extended, eyes wide, drool flowing down onto her dress-wrapped bust...

And then she paused.

The pleasure had stopped. Rarity's brows knit. Her pupils shrank from dreamy bedroom eyes to sinister pinpricks. The thunder clouds were rolling in.

A faint hum reached her ears at the same time she saw a blue glow emanating from where stallion and mare were joined. Rarity was afraid to look, but look she did... her eyes swivelled upwards towards that dastardly showmare. Trixie was just now striking a domineering pose, whirling her hands in complicated, cock-blocking spirals and weaves. With a waggle of her fingers, she abruptly spun Twilight's achingly hard cock like a pendulum, twisting it away from Rarity's pussy and turning it 180 degrees, pointing it directly away.

Rarity caught sight of her ravaged slit finally. Just a few seconds of Twi-time had torn her leggings asunder and split her panties right down the middle... and left the entrance to her womb lewdly gaping and twitching. It was positively drooling, and it looked for all the world as confused as she did. The both of them wanted Twilight back inside, as soon as possible - if not sooner.

But Trixie was working her weaves... and Rarity's chance was over. Venomous words were already rising in the white unicorn's mouth when Twilight suddenly howled: Trixie had darted forwards and seized the most fully-exposed part of him: his cream-filled nuts. Holding them together like pair of bowling balls, fingers digging into the squishy sacks so far they were half sunk-in, she hoisted twinky Twi up onto all fours, positioning him like a dog, and with his dick pulled up and back between his legs! Any further and it would be running down his own back.

"Come here, boy," giggled Trixie, squishing his nuts, the fingers of her other hand gliding up and down his pole. She made him crawl backwards on the floor, smacking his nuts and shaft whenever he slowed down a little bit... and laughing in their ears all the while. "Come on, boy. Good boy, heeheehee...Come to Trixie."

Rarity shot her legs back, hoping to snag her heels around Twilight's neck, but she barely held him for even a moment before Trixie's magic was prising her legs apart, forcing them to spread... and exposing that honeyed love-nest to Twilight all over again.

Twilight stared directly at Rarity's womanhood, chewing his lip and hyperventilating as he messed Trixie's palm, splattering her fingers with thick goo. And if they'd been expecting her to be revolted again, they were wrong as could be: Trixie seemed to be taking to his cum faster than anyone could have anticipated. Whereas before she had been disgusted, now she slowly and lazily licked and sucked it off her fingers.

"Uho…” laughed a grinning Trixie. “You two are close, mm? I know what I'll be making the condition of our duel, then..."

"If I win..." She paused to slurp the last of Twilight's cum off her forefinger, lashing her tongue in a slow, steady circle. "How about Trixie breaks up the lovebirds, mm? Ahahaha! Perfect!"

Rarity gasped, forcing herself to roll over. She rose quickly to a sitting position on the floor, legs akimbo, pantyhose a mess of runs and slits now. "We haven't even...! We... haven't..."

Rarity pounded the floor with both fists. She'd never been so upset in her whole life! So denied! Her carefully-laid plans were vanishing before her eyes, fuel for the Bonehead Fire that burned brighter and brighter before her. This imbecile was going to ruin everything. "Nnrngnghhh! Are you completely dense, you... you..."

"Silence, worm! Trixie has spoken! You two had best prepare..."

Trixie planted one of her sneakers on Twilight's bottom, driving him down to the floor. He was so overwhelmed at this point he just let it happen. "Ooogh..."

The showpony grinned. "Or next time you see me... Your boyfriend will be balls-deep in all this! Understand?"

And just like that, Rarity was seeing red. Months of frustration came welling up out of her, rising and taking shape. Her so-often-unused magic was flaring, the well of energy typically reserved for minor levitation tasks and casual magic now glowing brighter and brighter... Something deep inside her was urging her to lash out at Trixie, to strike her...

"Ooh..."

Twilight murmured something on the ground, putting his hand on Rarity's knee. He was trying to talk her down, but the roar in her ears was rising. A rushing river of pure, hot rage, and all of it directed at the Great and Powerful Trixie.

Trixie planted her hands on her hips, leaning over double. She put that smarmy grin level with the devastated, outraged mask of ruined make-up Rarity now wore. "What are you going to do about it? Mm? Does it upset you that I'm gonna take your dick~? Once I've properly crushed him, he'll be the finest notch on the Great and Powerful Trixie's bedpost yet!"

Trixie abandoned all dignity, sinking into a squat and raunchily crunching her hips, thrusting her lower body at the pair. "I'll gobble him up with this! To the hilt! Mm!"

Rarity lost control.

Out on the street, dozens of pedestrians abruptly found themselves hurled into the air, or thrown spinning down the street as Sloppy Joe's exploded from the inside out, the roof blasting clean off at the same time the walls exploded outward, leaving a smoking crater where once a fine, family dining establishment had stood.

A few moments passed, and no further developments took place. Planks of wood came raining down. Smoke continued to coil in the air. One might have expected the onset of the end of days with such an auspicious start, but the sky did not turn blood red and the earth did not crumble beneath them, so…

For now, at least, it seemed safe to assume the days would continue.

Abruptly, a coal-black and altogether Trixie-like figure rose up from the rubble. She clambered over a few stone blocks that had survived the explosion, and was half over the wall when she turned back for one final parting shot. “Twilight!” she shouted, pointing a finger at the little unicorn shakily rising to his feet. "Don't you dare forget our duel! Here! Tomorrow! Nine in the morning! I’ll win, too!"

Twilight watched her go, then glanced down to where Rarity lay on the ground. Her dress was in tatters, just a few strips of fabric keeping her modest now, pantyhose and gloves completely exploded off. One of her high heels was hanging off an awning thirty feet away.

This level of magic should not have been possible for her.

After a few aborted attempts to pick Rarity up and carry her back to the castle, Twilight eventually gave up and called for Applejack. He walked alongside her all the way back to Canterlot castle, nodding occasionally and agreeing whenever she paused in her rambling about no-good showmares this and Celestia-darned fast food that. Perhaps it was for the best he hadn't been able to carry her alone.

Twilight glanced up at Rarity's unconscious form from where she was hanging off of Applejack's shoulder. After that strange, unexpected outburst from her - quite possibly brought about by him - it might be for the best to spend the next few days apart. At least, until he'd taken care of Trixie...

Twilight gulped. Good grief, if anything else went wrong this week, he’d need to plan a vacation from his vacation...