The Roommate at Magic Academy - A Follow Up to Grimoire

by EroPony1000

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Comedy, Trixie, Random
Length: 1126

Twilight returns to the Canterlot Academy of Magic for another term and is none to pleased to find a certain somepony waiting for her.

Hoping to make new friends, Twilight decides to bunk with another student again this year, but gets more than she bargained for when she is placed in the same room as a new (but familiar) student that always seems brings out the worst in her.

Published 2020-09-24 00:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-09-24 00:40:00 UTC

The Roommate at Magic Academy

It was the start of a new term at the Canterlot Academy of Magic and the trees had been turned the promising colors of sunrise.

In the interest of pursuing new friendships, Twilight had elected to share a room with another student again, though she had by merit been granted permission to board alone. Having been acknowledged by the Princess herself, Twilight was admittedly afraid that the other students might begin to dislike her, and hoped to prove that she was still their peer by rejecting the offer to stay in the Celestial dormitory.

A cold wind blew as she approached her room, amused to find the door ajar. She knocked, but when there was no response she pushed open the door to find her roommate sprawled out on the bed, (of which, she noted with irritation, there was only one,) her half-open bags flung against the western wall, trailing shirts and undergarments.

This alone would have tested Twilight’s patience, but it was the pony lounging on the bed, half-dressed and disinterested, that caused her to drop her duffel bag in horror.

Trixie, who was skimming through what was apparently her own, personal grimoire, looked up and snickered when she saw Twilight. “No way.” she said, the remnants of laughter still in her voice.

Twilight was dumbstruck, unable to find the words because she wasn’t sure which ones she was sought, and Trixie was growing impatient.

“It was amusing at first, Twilight, but now you’re starting to irritate me.” said Trixie, setting aside her spell-book. “If you plan on coming inside then do it, you’re letting in a draft.”

Wordlessly, Twilight retrieved her bag and, shutting the door behind her, walked to the eastern side and deposited it on the floor, turning to glare at Trixie until it became uncomfortable.

“What, Twilight?” Trixie said finally. “Why are you being so creepy?”

Twilight replied rather hastily, so that she began to speak just as Trixie had finished, her own words running together. “What are you doing here?”

Trixie gestured to the pale blue book, and Twilight saw that Trixie’s cutie-mark was emblazoned on the cover.

“Studying magic, obviously.” said Trixie mockingly.

Twilight took a breath and tried to let go of her frustration. She had questions, but struggled to sort them out.

“How did you even get in?” she blurted finally, realizing too late how it sounded.

Trixie frowned. “That’s a little harsh, Twilight. I happened to pass the entrance exam, same as anypony else.” Just barely, she thought, but kept that to herself.

Twilight actually felt a little guilty, but it was still a fair question. During their last encounter Trixie challenged her to a duel using a stolen grimoire and ended up humiliating herself.

“Okay fine, but why are you in my room—and why is there only one bed?”

Trixie tossed her hair and looked away. “We’re roommates, obviously.” she said superfluously, as if Twilight was being ridiculous.

“I know that.” said Twilight, clenching her fists. “Why, for the love of Celestia—“

Twilight fell silent, suddenly absorbed in thought. Celestia—could this somehow be her doing?

Trixie returned to Twilight, perplexed by her sudden change in demeanor. “Hey, Twilight, you there?” Trixie snapped her fingers until Twilight shook off the troublesome thought. “Where’d you go just then?” pressed Trixie, her voice flat with annoyance.

Twilight decided to let the roommate issue go for now—there were more questions to ask and less time now to ask them. “Never mind.” she said curtly. “What happened to the other bed?”

Trixie shrugged. “The great-“ she cut herself off, grunting in frustration. “‘I,’ honestly have no idea. This is just how it was when I got here.”

She told Twilight how she had initially hoped there had been some mix up and she had gotten a room to herself, only to be paired with the absolute last pony she wanted to see, let alone share a bed with.

Despite herself, Twilight was actually a little hurt by the last comment, but shook it off, suddenly exhausted. “Whatever. One more question.“

“Truly? Just one?” Trixie taunted.

Twilight did her best to let it slide. “Would you please fix your uniform? It’s bad enough that your side of the room is a total mess, you could at least make yourself decent.

Trixie looked down at her uniform, seeing that the buttons on her blouse and skirt were still undone and that she only had on one stocking.

“I mean, did you just give up halfway when getting dressed?” Twilight continued, with a little more venom than she intended.

Trixie actually felt embarassed, but as usual managed to turn it into anger. “What do you care? You’ve already seen me naked.”

Trixie immediately regretted saying that, but she couldn’t take it back—it was, after all, true. They both began to blush, looking away simultaneously.

Trixie hastily buttoned her uniform, then fumbled around for her other sock.

After some time had passed Twilight checked to see if Trixie had bothered to dress herself after all, catching her while she tugged on her other stocking, her slender leg raised just enough that Twi could see the white of her panties beneath her skirt.

“This isn’t a performance.” said Trixie when she caught Twilight staring. Her expression was angry, but the color on her cheeks and compromising pose had robbed her anger of its intensity.

Twilight sheepishly crossed her arms, averting her eyes. “Well, hurry up then. The assembly in the Orrery will be starting soon.”

Trixie groaned. Having finished with her stockings, she began to search for her horseshoes amongst her luggage. “What are you waiting for?” she said, distracted.

Twilight was about to say that she was waiting for her, but stopped. She supposed they didn’t have to stick together just because they shared a room. However, she had chosen this dorm hoping to make a friend....

Mere minutes before the presentation, Twilight and Trixie slipped into the Orrery and seated themselves at the back of the crowd.

Author's Note

Well, here is something that took far longer than it ought to have and of which I am not as certain as I ought to be as to whether it accomplishes what I intended, which is to provide a gateway for more potential stories involving magical duels and spell-binding silliness. It is indeed a sequel of sorts to ‘Grimoire,’ and although it contains far less magical mayhem, it will hopefully allow me to explore some ideas I had that could not fit into the original story (or this one, for that matter) but nevertheless intrigue me.

Anyway, thanks for reading, or adding to one of your folders to read later. I do appreciate it. Cheers! :twilightsmile: