The Great and P-Powerful

The stage was set.

Lights shone bright.

Ponies gathered to witness her might.

The cold air was pregnant, the breeze hang heavy, laden by the tiny murmurs of many. Mares and stallions of all ages, gathered from far and wide, crowded the empty stage, their breaths bated as the awaited the faithful moment.

The very rulers of Equestria—some ponies saw, pointed, and gasped—flew over head. Pegasi and guards intertwining in the night, setting lights and speakers, as all the while the Princesses of the Sun, Moon, Friendship, and Love, gathered—quite literally—up high.

Everypony was watching.

They were waiting, ready to witness the great and powerful; the one and only...

~ ~ ~

Trixie Lulamoon sat in the dim lights of her caravan, regarding herself in the yellow and gold of her dressing room table—hyperventilating.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha—

“I—” she gasped between breaths, “I—I can’t do this!” Trixie clutched hoof against her chest. She teetered in her chair, gasping for breath. Her mane, still freshly combed, was already coming undone, and her blue and starred wizard’s hat practically jumped from her head as she glanced, frantically, around herself. “Starlight, h-help—I—”

“Relax, Trixie...” Starlight’s voice, calm and restrained, came soothing from the darkness. There was a motion among the piles of discarded cloak and cloth. Ruffling of feathers and overturned boxes, and Starlight Glimmer stepped into the light from behind. “Relax,” she cooed.

With a flicker of her magic, Starlight returned the hat to Trixie’s head, and brushed parts of her mane straight as she went for one of the trunks, flipping it open as she approached. “Just relax, Trixie. Keep breathing—” As she said this, Starlight dipped her head into the trunk. –“You can do this.”

Trixie’s hyperventilating redoubled, and her head turned as she watched Starlight dig into the trunk, rummaging through the contents and discarding more cloth. “B-but, Starlight, what if I do something wrong?”

“Aha!” Finally, Starlight pulled her head free in triumph, ginning, and horn glowing as she levitated out, at last, a fresh cloak. It was crumpled slightly, admittedly, but at least it was clean, far less than she could say for anything else in Trixie’s possession.

She trotted back to her friend’s side with the cloth in hoof, and gently draped it over the shivering mare’s withers. “It’s okay—” She repeated, voice calm. Starlight pressed a hoof into Trixie’s shoulder, steadying her as she set about fastening the clip. “I know this is hard, but you really have to relax. I promised I would help you, and I’m not going to let anything bad happen.

Trixie’s breathing slowed, gradually returning to normal. The tension in her body left her, as she felt the soothing, familiar embrace of the silken fabric running across her coat. Together with Starlight’s firm hoof, it brought a sense of comfort to Trixie, almost so that she could talk again. “I—” The cloak tightened suddenly around her neck. Trixie choked slightly. There was a moment of pause, and then a click and Starlight stepped away releasing the cape.

“How does it fit?” she asked.

“It...” Trixie’s ears flattened. She subconsciously reached to feel under her neck, looking up to see herself—with Starlight behind—staring into the mirror, her signature hat and cape donned perfectly, and feeling the blue gem under her hoof.

Trixie watched her own eyes water, and she quickly averted her gaze, sniffing. “I—” She swallowed, clearing her throat. “No, I-I can’t, Starlight. I-I just. I can’t.”

“Yes.” Starlight’ rushed to her side, kneeling beside the chair to bring their faces closer together. She brought up a hoof, and lifted Trixie’s eyes to gaze her in the face. She had a frown, a kind of determinism behind her eyes as she said, “You can.”

“B—“

“No but!” Starlight grabbed Trixie by the withers, holding her steady by the shoulders, almost bringing their foreheads together as she whispered, almost forcefully. “You’re the Great and Powerful Trixie, a show mare. This is your life. You do this every day!”

“Not like this, Starlight, never like this!” Trixie squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t look her in the eye, she wouldn’t. “Ponyville, Stalliongrad”—she shook her head, suddenly trembling—“Gravity Foals, Miltrotsky; all small towns, with small ponies. None of them knew me, and none of them will ever know me. That’s—” her voice cracked as she croaked, “That’s how I live, Starlight!”

“But this was your idea, Trixie! You’re the one who asked for a show in Canterlot, in front of Everypony!”

“But I didn’t think she’d actually do it, Starlight!”

“What did you expect!? We saved all of Equestria, we got the pink hearts—” She waved a hoof in whatever direction Ponyville was now – “Or whatever those things are called. You asked—told—Princess Celestia, in front of everypony; she couldn’t just have gone back on her word!”

“I—”Trixie whimpered, “I don’t know.” Her ears drooped and she, hesitantly, opened her eyes to look up at Starlight. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected but, when she saw those eyes, stern, still just as determined, she couldn’t help but look away again. “M-maybe we should call it off...”

“Horseapples, Trixie,” Starlight swore. She shook the showmare, and brought her to face hers again. By now, they had long since done with whispering, and there weren’t any doubts that somepony outside would have already overheard—and run away if they knew what was good for them. “Listen to me: you’re a strong, confident, young mare. Smart, charismatic, beautiful—”

“You don’t know me, Starlight!” Trixie cried. She screamed, “I’m horrible, I lie, I cheat, I live out of a caravan!” She was trembling, her blood boiling with rage, and tears dribbling down her cheeks as she returned Starlight’s glare. “I-I-I get so hungry I’d even eat a pinecone if I could! I try to look confident, I try to be confident, Starlight, but deep down, I—I, I just—I just can’t—”

Starlight pounced on Trixie. Their lips smacked together, silencing the mare with a startled yelp, and then a moan as Starlight spread her lips, deeply exploring her mouth as she pulled the mare into a deep and passionate kiss.

Trixie felt her cheeks reddening, an unfamiliar tingling rising from deep inside as she watched Starlight press their two bodies together. Her breath hitched, and Trixie’s back stiffened, a slight tremor running through her as Starlight’s hooves traced slowly up her barrel, squeezing her tightly and forming a delicate embrace.

She was poised to push the mare away, to scream at her, to scold her, to tell her ‘No!’ Her hooves were already raised, but something changed as Starlight’s tongue began to dip deeper into her mouth, sliding over her own as they fought for dominance.

The sweet, almost intoxicating, saccharine flavour of bubblegum—no candy floss, something, Trixie couldn’t quite place it, filled her taste buds, forcing another, slightly pained whimper from between Trixie’s lips. Beneath that wafted the familiar tinge of arousal. Not quite as sweet, but delirious all the same. It burned in Trixie’s nose, heightening her senses and urging her on.

Slowly, she started to relax. The world around them faded, their past anger melting as Trixie lean in further to meet Starlight’s advances. Her hooves relaxed and flexed, settling to stroke down Starlight’s mane, and grasp her head, cradling it steady as Trixie reciprocated. She gently widened her mouth, drooling almost, as she allowed Starlight’s entry—and thus her own as she slipped her tongue past the other mare’s teeth and began taking in the stronger sweeter sensation. It exploded inside her, flooding her mouth with saccharine goodness, and yet they continued.

The room quickly filled with the wet slaps of lips against lips, and the constant, repeated, heavy gasps and moans of two mares in heat.

Trixie found herself fighting back against Starlight, pushing with all the force she had just to stand her ground. Their tongues twisted and intertwined over each other, growing rapid with their quickening pants and pounding hearts.

“Mmmf...” Trixie moaned into her lips, soft and restrained. Her brow creased, her grip tightened, and they gradually melted into each other’s embrace. Only the briefest moment of lucidity flitted past Trixie’s mind.

Wh-what am I doing? The question burned itself into her mind. Never—Never had she even thought of looking at another mare, let alone in this way. The thought all but revolted her, and yet here she was, literally making out with Starlight, her best friend—The thought sent twang though her nether, igniting them like never before—like they were two estranged lovers.

She flattened her ears, turning sideways with Starlight, their lips locked. Her hooves subconsciously tightened around Starlight, venturing to explored lower, feeling through the curves of her body, down her back, to her hips, and pausing just above her do—

No, no, she couldn’t. Trixie retracted her hooves.

The moans grew louder, mostly from Starlight’s doing, a slow heat kindling between them as they slowly inched further off the edge of her seat.

That was just it. Trixie’s thoughts continued, lost in her own mind. This was her best friend. Starlight knew her like none other. They were both victims of the same lives, criminals subjected to their own misdeeds, their own evil in their own way. They’d both done things that nopony would admit to—far more than Twilight would ever care to know—but they’d both been given a second chance.

She felt her heart flutter, a smile cracking at the corner of her face. Yes, Starlight and she were... unique.

Trixie let her eyes flutter open, locking them with the mare in front of her. She smirked, and silently cursed. “St-stupid sexy Starlig—”

CREEA-CRACK

The chair bent beneath them, cutting Trixie off with its loud whine. “Ah!” Trixie gasped, panic suddenly creeping into her voice. “Starlight”—she tried to push the mare back—“Stop, the chair’s about to—” The wood began to splint, sending a shudder through their spines as they, slowly, pitched backwards with the chair. Trixie’s back stiffened, the ground lurching and shuddering with every inch the wood gave.

Another, short croak, and the wood gave, dumping them both to the ground. Trixie collapsed to her back, pulling Starlight after, and landing, winded, with the cape and hat gently draping around her. The air was squeezed from her lungs, and Trixie felt herself gasping for breath as Starlight pressed on.

Meeting Trixie’s gaze, Starlight flashed a smile and leaned in fro a kiss, arching ehr back to bring their bellies together, gently rubbing Trixie’s underside as she began to grind into her. Another, soft, moan escaped their lips. Starlight huffed as she leaned in for another kiss.

“Mmmf—“ Trixie felt herself moaning into Starlight’s mouth. Her ears dropped flat against her head and she pushed back, straining her neck to keep Starlight at bay.

A quick kick of hind leg left the broken chair at bay, and Trixie wasted no time in wrapping her hooves around Starlight, and pulling her tight in their embrace. She was stuck, trapped, dominated. Something in Trixie’s mind warned her, if they continued this way, she wouldn’t be able to stop. She had to take control, she had to—

Just as she was beginning to assert her dominance, Trixie shuddered, letting out a gasp as something pressed between her legs. The lights flickered as Trixie’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she forced to break from Starlight’s lips to moan. “Ah—ah—a—” Shuddering, she pulled ever so slightly away from the contact, only to find herself held steady by Starlight’s strong hooves.

The mare leered over her, a smug, knowing smile adorning her face. “Oh, you like that?” Starlight whispered, adding a slight wiggle to her hips as she drunk in the satisfaction, showing the most delicious grin.

Trixie’s brow creased. Her breath hiked in her chest and stuck there and, straining against Starlight’s hooves, she brought her eyes up to meet with Starlight. She grit her teeth as Starlight gently grinded against teats. They were burning. Not hot or anything, but, just—they were so hard, and with every laboured breath, from either of them, Trixie felt the slightest motion as Starlight’s own rubbed against her. “Wh—”

A slight twist from Starlight hips brought her knee back between Trixie’s legs, eliciting a moan from her showmare.

“Ah!” Trixie moaned. Biting her lip, she eagerly nodded, “Oh, ye—ye—” The slight taste of copper crept onto her tongue as Trixie struggled to complete her sentence. All through Starlight’s grinding, she felt a blush spreading through her face. Her ears and cheeks burned, almost as hot as her sweating pussy. “Y—D-Do that,” a grunt, “a-again, Starlight.”

This was wrong; somehow, through the heavy musk of her lust, Trixie’s guilt panged deep inside. Friend or no, Starlight was a mare. They were both mares. She’d never been with another mare before. It was against the unicorn tradition! A warm lick up her side, and the tickle from Starlight’s mane, alerted Trixie to the other mare’s actions. She watched, in silent horror, as Starlight gently worked a way up her neck, peppering it with gentle nips and kisses.

It-It was against her tradition! Just the thought of it made her heart flutter. Her loins ached, and a slight wink escaped Trixie’s attention as her lips parted on their own, adding her own lubrication to their disgraceful act.

Starlight’s knee was already soaked. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. They could lie here forever, just the two of them. Buck the tradition. She wanted this. No, she needed this.

“St-“ Trixie licked her dry lips, shuddering as the last kiss ended with a sharp bite to her ears. “St-Starlight,” she moaned, “Please, end it now.” A gentle buck of Trixie’s hips added to the sensation, encouraging her to press further. She wanted Starlight inside! “I wa—I need it, Starlight—”

“No.”

The word barely registered through Trixie’s haze. She could barely hear over the noise of her own panting. It only hit home when she felt Starlight pulling away from her, separating their hot sex, and drawing a sad whimper from Trixie. “Wh—“ She huffed, glowering. Trixie’s blush deepened, realisation suddenly hitting her she’d just begged Starlight to rut her, like a mare in heat. Like her first heat. “Wh—“ She was stupefied. And she said ’No’!? “Wh—why not!?”

Any struggles were lost as Starlight held her firm, her strong hips holding Trixie in place. All she could manage was a slight kick of her hind legs, and an inch of movement that brought her lips tantalisingly close to Starlight’s delicate heat.

The dripping, heavy musk only served to worsen her need as she watched Starlight take her time considering this with a knowing smile. “No,” she repeated, before, slowly, gradually, leaning herself down over Trixie.

Starlight pressed down on her mare’s chest, keeping her pinned as she brought her lips to her ears. A leisurely lick up the side of her exposed flesh sent a shudder through Trixie as Starlight silently whispered into her ear. “... not until you...” Biting a lip, Starlight drew it out long, listening to Trixie’s needy whines. It was cute, like a little puppy. “...call me ‘master.’”

“St-Star-Starlight...” Trixie winced. She bit down on her lip, cutting off on the tail-end of another, throaty moan, instead grunting into the closed mouth as she looked up to Starlight. “I—”

“On on, pet,” Starlight insisted. She gritted her hips, just barely grazing Trixie’s marehood with the tip of her dock, and gently caressing the lips or hood with the sticky, wet, strands of her tail. “Do it,” Starlight commanded, adding another, gentle push, “Call me master.”

Trixie felt herself flinch. Tremors of pleasure shook through her body at every delicate tough, the feeling of Starlight’s tail caressing her, teasing her, edging her slowly along towards the inevitable end or her swollen sex. “I—” With a grunt, Trixie pulled herself away, squeezing her eyes shut and carefully avoiding Starlight’s withering gaze. “I—” Another jolt and Trixie could feel her resolve crumbling. With every wink, her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel Starlight’s breathing down her chest. “I—” She could feel Starlight slowly riding her, teasing with every tiny lap of her tail. “M—” Trixie let out her breath and silently relented. “M-master,” she whispered, her ears burning.

Starlight brought herself down on Trixie, drawing their folds tantalisingly close. Trixie felt the heat radiating between them, and the hot, musky scent dripping as Starlight’s lips winked inches from her own. She imagined their mixed fluids building; trickling between her legs—and a twitch of her tail betrayed at least some truth to that.

The heat rose as Starlight leaned over her mare, breathing on Trixie’s trembling, hot, sweaty face. “Did you say something, pet?” Starlight bit on that last word, a coy whispered then followed by a lick of her lips. “Beg me for it.”

A tiny whimper escaped Trixie’s lips. She could feel every bone in her body aching; every nerve was on fire, burning for Starlight’s touch—any touch. She could feel the mare’s weight pressing down on her with those strong, beautiful thighs, holding her, dominating her. She could barely work up the strength to open her mouth, to scream out, “Please, Master!” Trixie whined, and pulled against her restraints.

Starlight held firm. “What do you want, pet?” She smirked.

“Pl-Pl—” Trixie pinned her ears back and licked her lips. Slowly, she let her eyes drift open, turning them up to stare her master in the eyes. “Pl-please,” she begged, “please, Master, f-fuck me n—”

Starlight thrust her hips down, cutting Trixie off as her words turned into a guttural howl. Their lips smacked together with a loud, wet, schlick, and Trixie quickly went to work.

Slowly, she built up her momentum, sliding back and forth against her mare. Gently caressing those lips apart, and slicking their juices, she felt Trixie wink against her clit, sending a shudder up both their spines.

She looked up, glancing to Trixie with a sly, knowing smirk, as if shocked. “My...” she cooed, in her most motherly tone. “What a naughty little filly...” She was answered by a moan from below, as Trixie rocked back to meet her thrusts. Starlight pressed on, diving down to grind their sex together. Another wink waited, and Trixie stiffened below as Starlight’s lips clamped down on the delicate knub. “Ah—” She cut off a gasp—“U-using such vulgar words,” she continued. Trixie’s showed no signs of responding. “Mommy’s going to have to teach you a lesson, isn’t she?”

Trixie let out a long, guttural howl as Starlight’s lips clamped down on her clit. She could feel them sucking in, tugging out, lengthening her spasms far beyond where it was ever meant to go—and every jolt of pleasure that came with it. Starlight’s words barely registered to her, instead Trixie’s mind fogged over by one, single thought: please, please, please let me cum. She barely had the presence of mind to form a response, one she quickly spat out at her captor.

“This isn’t foalplay, you cunt!” Trixie screamed, soon cut off by her own incoherent moans as Starlight’s assault on her senses continued.
“I’ll make it—” Starlight pushed down with on particularly brutal thrust, pulling back on Trixie’s legs as she did so. “Wh-whatever I want, Trixie” she shot back.

She could feel it drawing all the closer, with every rock of her hips, and every heavy press of her mounds. Starlight’s breathing quickened, coming in hot pants and heavy cries. Warm fluids slowly tickled between them, easing the course of their actions.

They both gasped in unison, a shudder running up Starlight’s back, and a tremble shaking Trixie’s legs, as their lips slid past each other. Their mixing arousal filled the air. Trixie mentally picked it to pieces, her mind turning a haze at her mounding orgasm; the tangy, bitter aftertaste of her own sex she knew so well, and the sweet, almost sickeningly, of Starlight’s own ministrations burned through her nose.

Starlight leaned over Trixie, peppering kisses up the side of her pet’s neck, moving higher with each thrust. She pant, hot breaths, over Trixie’s sweating, gasping, face, then leaned in further to add a light nip, and bit at Trixie’s ear, all the while pressing their stiffening nipples against each other with every breath.

It was there, almost, just a little more. Trixie licked her lips, and thrust back against Starlight. Their breath was quickening, and she became aware of her winking, like a constant, ticking clock.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Her lips parted and stretched, allowing her soft knub a moment of grace as she grazed against Starlight’s lips, dabbing it with moisture.

In.

Out.

She looked up to see Starlight squeezing her eyes closed, her ears slicked back, trailing with sweat.

In.

Out.

A fresh wave of heat passed through Trixie’s body like—there was a sharp pang as something shot up Trixie’s spine. She tense, gritting her teeth. “Ah!” She screamed. Her pussy clenched in on itself, and the paint heightened as something forcefully sucked her clit out back out. It was like a vice, painful pliers, racing through her. Then, just as soon as it was there, the sensation subsided. Trixie slumped onto her back—when had she sat up? She couldn’t even remember. All she knew was that, Celestia forbid, if it happened again—Trixie licked her lips—She was about to cum.

Another, hard, thrust, and she felt the familiar stoked in her loins turn to an inferno. Her entire body trembled, and the pliers returned, this time icy cold as they nipped across her entire body. She felt her winking redouble once, twice, three times, but just not quite catching that same cadence against Starlight’s.

The edge was just there. So close. She felt like she could taste it. All she had to do was—she gyrated her hips, grinding their pussies into each other, smearing their fluids and adding a slight tearing to the motion. That was it.

The burning heightened, and Trixie faintly heard a mare’s voice screaming as if from off in the distance.

Another thrust.

It took a moment, but Trixie soon realised and, licking her lips, she clamped her mouth shut and resumed moaning into her chest.

One more, grinding, motion, and she felt it again, that insatiable heat. It was like something was building inside her, calling to be let out like a beast from the depths. Her pussy winked against Starlight and she heard a mare say something—whatever it meant was completely lost on Trixie as she drove herself further, meeting every one of Starlight’s thrusts with her own; their legs locking together for the ride.

Trixie bit down on her lip. She felt her hooves creeping back up to Starlight’s sides, digging into the rippling muscles as they thoroughly fucked each other. She tasted copper on her tongue, and the sparks began to ignite.

This was it. The cliff was here, she could feel it rushing towards her. There was no stopping, no going back. Nothing could stop her n—”

“Aaaahhh-aaahh—”

Starlight stiffened. She let loose a loud, throaty howl and arched her back, instantly pulling from Trixie and cutting off any progress the mare had hoped to make. She threw her head back, moaning into the hot, sweaty air of the tiny caravan and let loose. “Oooh...” she moaned, “Trixie!”

Trixie mewled. She held firm to Starlight’s trembling form and thrust against her, desperately in search of her long awaited release.

Even now, as she pushed up, Starlight clenched above her and rocked away. Their lips came so close, barely inches apart, but, just—Trixie bit her lip. It was too far. “No, Starlight—” She gasped as Starlight thrust against her, missing by an inch and pressing down between her teats. “Starlight, not n—“

Another moan and a burst of light blinded Trixie. She’d barely a moment to avert her eyes before Starlight’s horn ignited, throwing sparks over her head.

“Ahh—” Starlight moaned. Her pussy clamped

Trixie watched in contempt, in awe, and horror, as Starlight rode through her most violent orgasm. She could feel the hot juices flowing between them, spurting in time with Starlight’s ragged breaths, and convulses that shook her chest.

Clear cum trickled between Starlight’s legs, dribbling and dripping. They matted Trixie’s fur, forming sticky wet splotches as the soaked to warm her flesh. Even as Starlight slowly relaxed, her breath slowing, her legs buckling, Trixie couldn’t help but stare. She watched with wide eyes, her mouth clamped tight and a deep scowl on her face as Starlight collapsed above her in a hot, heaving, messy heap.

“W-wow—” Starlight whispered, too out of breath to move. Between pants, she nuzzled close to Trixie’s side. The warm afterglow of her orgasm added a slight red tinge to her face. “Tri-Trixie—that was...”

Trixie growled a low hum too soft for Starlight to notice— not now, at least.

“A-amazing...”

“Well...”

Trixie pulled her friend into a hug, taking the moment to breathe in the hot, heavy musk. She dug her hooves into Starlight’s coat and felt for her curves—soft and subtle—following the arch of her back down towards Starlight’s dock resting between her legs. She smiled, a half smirk, and gave Starlight a peck on the cheek.

“You’re so going to pay for this.”

~ ~ ~

Starlight moaned louder than she ever thought she could. Her voice cracked and broke, and she bucked her hips back as the orgasm hit her in full force. It was like a fire turned inferno, mixed with firecrackers and volcanoes exploding inside her. She could feel every pulse; every tensing in her muscles, Trixie’s pained squeaked and desperate thrusts against of her hips only drove Starlight to new heights.

Her pussy clenched, contorting in on itself, milking an imaginary stallion for his seed. The world exploded into stars and, just as fast as she had come, it was gone, and Starlight felt all strength leave her muscles. She collapsed, panting, onto top of a flustered Trixie. “W-wow...” she whispered, hardly enough breath to move, she sucked in a deep breath of air, and willed herself to lift her head, to cuddle closer to her mare. “T-Trixie, that was... amazing...”

She felt the gentle caress as Trixie’s hooves explored her back, and then, through the haze, a soft, ticklish peck. Starlight suppressed a giggle as Trixie pulled away from her.

“You’re so going to pay for that,” Trixie said.

Starlight laughed a soft, breathy giggle as she covered her mouth. “Oh... Trixie,” she rolled her eyes, “And to think this all started because you were worried over some silly old performance.” Trixie tensed below her, and Starlight wiggled her hips, giving Trixie a slight saucy look, “Well, I think you’re ‘performance’ was top—”

“The show!” Trixie suddenly blurted out.

Starlight was taken aback. She blinked. “The sh—” A light went on in Starlight’s head, and she quickly shook it away. “Trixie, it’s at 8! We have plenty of time!”

“What time is it now?”

Frowning, Starlight arched her back to glance the wall behind her. “It’s seven fifty— Oooh” Realisation dawned on her, but she’d barely had the time to take this in before she was dumped to the floor.

Trixie shoved Starlight aside, tossing the mare with new-found strength as she leapt to her hooves. She instantly began looking around, gathering her clothes and various odds ‘n ends to attach to her cape. “Where’s my broach!?” Trixie asked, haphazardly tossing various garments over her shoulders. As she looked, the cape and hat levitated their way over to Trixie and took their positions.

Starlight groaned. Rolling over, she rubbed her head, giving Trixie a questioning look, on eyebrow raised. “A broach?” she asked.

“Yeah, you know...” Trixie gestured with her hooves, signing out a small object she could wear around her neck. “It’s, like, about this big—clip on the back, front looks like a—Aha!” Trixie cut herself off as blue, bejewelled clip levitated itself out from under the broken chair. She wasted no time in affixing the item to her cape, and the adjusting it to sit straight as she made her way towards the door.

“Trixie, wait!” With a shout, Starlight leapt to her hooves and took pursuit.

She crossed half this distance, stumbling over a piece of wood and catching herself in stride. She just caught a glimpse of the mare as she disappeared through the door. The last words to be heard were, “Trixie, will see you after the show,” with a waggle of Trixie’s eyes and sultry flick of her tail as the door closed in her wake.

Starlight stumbled to a halt. She glanced behind her, lifting on leg and her tail as she inspected her rear. “But...” She bit her lip as the once sweet, now acrid, smell of mare-cum bit into her throat. “...You’re not even going to clean up?”

Silence was her answer. The empty room suddenly seemed all the smaller. With just her there, it became painfully obvious how much of a mess they’d made. Beside the clothes and chests strewn across the floor from earlier, Trixie’s chair was ruined, the floorboards were stained with their mixed lust, and—somehow—Starlight’s loaned—now seemingly owned by Trixie—hairbrush hung precariously perched from the ceiling fan.

Perhaps they’d gone... a little too far.

Self-doubt crept into Starlight’s mind. She remembered Twilight’s words ‘Ponies aren’t toys for you, Starlight.’ They were like daggers, digging deep into her soul, the very thought of it twisting her insides. She’d never asked Trixie, they’d just...

Starlight lit her horn, and various items began to find their places starting with the hairbrush. Half of her mind focused on the work at hoof whilst the other mulled over the ramifications.

Neither of them asked what the other wanted. It was a fling, a heat in the moment. The tiniest glimmer of a relationship and Starlight had jumped at it, possibly ruined it.

She felt herself breathing quicker, a pain rising in her chest.

Wh-What if Trixie hated her? She seemed to love it in the middle—You’re going to pay for this. The words echoed in Starlight’s mind. Her breathing turned heavier, fasted, shorted, as did the throbbing in her chest.

Did—did this constitute rape? Did Trixie hate her now because she didn’t follow the proper procedure for being a friend? Was she going to Unicorn Prison? There hadn’t been a rape case for a thousand years, not since Night Mare M—

A loud, wooden thump broke Starlight from her thoughts. Her concentration shattered, and items collapsed to the ground around her leaving the room in an ever worse state than before. Her hyperventilation slowed, as did the logical part of her brain.

“Maybe...” She silently whispered to herself, looking around the destroyed caravan. “Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself...” She glanced back to the closed door, then to the clock.

It had only been ten minutes, and already she was a nervous wreck over her first—possibly romantic—relationship.

She stalked towards the door, and gently pushed it aside with her magic, stealing a glanced outside.

The area they’d chosen was a reasonably quiet part of Canterlot. The cart lay among a contingent of similar mobiles, each cloistered on the edge of the park. To her right, the streets seemed mostly deserted, as, Starlight guessed, were the upscale houses around them. The program was advertised for a week to all of Canterlot and most of northern Equestria—the southern part was mostly preoccupied by a ‘Daring Do Festival’, whatever that meant—as a celebration of their latest saviours. It would serve host to the definitive who’s-who of pony higher society.

A distant “Trixie” caught Starlight’s ear. Following it, she glanced to one of the nearest tents just as a couple ponies trotted out of view. Their silhouettes visible through the tarp, she picked out the unmistakable outline of a cape and a hat, and the broken swagger she could only describe as Trixie.

Starlight swallowed the lump in her throat. She glanced back inside then stepped out into the open, closing the door after her with a soft click. She’d might was well go see the show.