“Come here!” I leaned back on my forehooves, spreading apart both hind legs to show off my luscious pussy.

She faced away. “Twilight, I’m not into that, I—like stallions.”

“Well, good for you, stallion loving whorse, now come finish me off.”

“No, it’s not right.”

“Get over here, Trixie!”

“It’s not natural! It’s not how we were designed to act! Doing such things serves no purpose.”

“Well, why do I feel like doing it then?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you’re a freak!?” She cringed and bit her tongue.

“Maybe I am.” I wrapped my magic around her forelegs and pulled her toward me. “But why are you about to help me out then?”

“No! I won’t do it. Such behavior is an abomination!”

Her hooves slid on the platform as she tried to stop herself from drifting closer to me. Yet, her body, surrounded by purple aura approached me steadily.

“No means no, Twilight.”

“You’re just asking for it!”

“No means no! No means no!”

When she crept closer to a hoof’s length of me, I spread her forelegs with my magic.

“You’re hurting to finish me off, aren’t you, Trixie?”

Her head drifted ever lower. “I don’t want to do this!”

“But I want you to do it, anyway. After you lick my clit you’ll feel great about yourself, knowing you helped out a fellow pony. This will be a valuable lesson for you.”

“Please!” Her chest touched the platform.

“That’s right, please me until I come.” I could manipulate her like a doll with my magic, but I opted for a more physical course of action. I still had my horn charged up, just in case she proved too tough. I grabbed her with a hoof under her neck and hooked with the other one on the backside of her horn, shoving her head against my pussy with both forelegs.

She slid her hind hooves on the platform, but the surface was too slick to offer enough traction.

“Stick your tongue out!”

“M-mm!”

I pushed with a forehoof against her gullet.

“Ghh… ” She opened her mouth and her tongue drifted out.

I rubbed it against my clit.

Her body shook as her horn glowed with a bright aura.

A quick smack with a hoof fixed that.

“Aaa!”

“No magic, Trixie!”

Tears drifted down her cheeks.

“You don’t need it for the task at hoof.” My hoof pressed against her neck, prompting another lick from the hesitator.

She thumped with both hind legs against the platform.

I moved her head in a circular motion, pressing it closer to get a lick, then away, lowering it to bring it back into position for another lick.

She coughed.

Her licks felt good, but the whole procedure was cumbersome and slow.

Keeping two channels active took some energy from me. The focus spent on magic could be far better used for enjoying the pleasing sensations. I stopped maneuvering her head and focused on my horn.

Using my magic, I turned her over. Forcing her forelegs against the platform, I pressed on them with both hind legs. She was utterly secured, so I didn’t need my magic anymore. I shut off my horn and redirected all my focus to her and my sensations. Crouching down on her I touched her snout with my crotch.

“N-n!”

After rubbing my pussy against her faster and faster, I felt a force rising to the surface from within me. I was already near the climax and a few extra brushes pushed me right over. “Ahh!”

Sighing, I rolled beside the clenched body and glanced at her. “That was a good performance, Trixie.” I squeaked from the tinglings, which still rushed up my spine. “Um, no, that wasn’t very accurate. Let me rephrase myself. Your performance sucked, but the happy ending made up for your incompetence a little.”

I was getting drowsy. “This is what you’re good for, whorse. You suck at role-playing, but you do have some usages in other areas, whorse. Isn’t it intriguing how something so worthless still serves a purpose?“

She clenched her teeth.

“You don’t mind if I call you a whorse, do you?”

She opened her mouth and raised a hoof.

Her face was a grimace, yet the body looked like a sack of oats, hanging by a thread. She seemed tired, so I answered for her. “Of course you don’t. Why would a whorse mind being called a whorse? It wouldn’t make much sense.”

She rolled into a ball, hugging her tail with both forehooves. Her teeth clenched, tears still flowing out of her eyes. “I don’t know why everypony hates me so much.”

“I bet your stallion friends don’t hate you when you perform for them. Do you like performing for your clients, Trixie? I bet they like it.”

“I only do magic!”

“It must be rubbing off of you because when you did me, it really felt like magic.”

She crawled up even tighter.

My eyes were getting heavier. Drowsiness was coming on to me, but I knew that was just my hormones acting up and not the actual physiological requirement of my body.

I forced myself up. “Let’s see the results, shall we? I think you’ve earned to see them.”

After stepping off the platform, I picked up the printed sheets of paper and glanced over them. “Your magic is quite versatile. You can form multiple channels with a wide range of frequencies. I’d say you’re pretty close to my range in those aspects.”

She raised her head.

“Your amplitude, however... Well, I’ll put it this way: it’s lacking, to say the least. Your power levels are so low that you should consider calling yourself the powerless and not so great Trixie.”

She bowed her head.

Author's Note

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