Trixie brushed out her mane, wincing at the occasional tug as she found a tangle in the long, flowing silver hair. Her ample, though still perky, breasts bounced with each hard stroke, jingling the padlock on her black lace collar, a delicate silver seal that bore Starlight’s cutie mark carved into the middle of Sunburst’s. The short fur on her tits stood on end as she rambled, her eyes dropping down to focus on the lock.

“...It’s just that Trixie isn’t sure if using her old tricks is a great idea, you know? That didn’t exactly go over well the last time!”

“Trixie, we’ve gone over this!” Starlight sighed from the back of their dressing room. “It’s your first time doing a show for an audience like this! You need to do tricks you’re comfortable doing. Just, you know… with a twist!” The pale purple unicorn stepped out, dressed in a one-piece spandex leotard in a darker purple, glittering with red highlights that caught the light brilliantly as she stepped up behind Trixie’s nude body and took the brush out of her hand.

“We’ve done this in rehearsals a dozen times,” Starlight continued, taking over the task of brushing out her pet’s mane, kissing the side of her muzzle gently. “We even got Granny Smith to heckle you to work on your temper! Now, talk to me. Tell your Great and Powerful Mistress what’s wrong.” She found a gentle rhythm that tugged lightly at Trixie’s scalp without yanking at it as violently as the younger mare had been managing. Starlight’s horn glowed as she used her magic to gently massage Trixie’s shoulders, working the stress out of her neck and upper arms. The showmare moaned softly, leaning back against her Mistress’ bosom, her head nestling perfectly between Starlight’s perky little handfuls of tit.

“Trixie knows that! It’s just....” Trixie sighed “Trixie doesn’t want to make her Mistress or Master look bad,” she admitted. “Tonight’s important! We’re starting a new tour, doing a whole new type of show, and then your Exhibition crests -”

“-Don’t matter as much as everyone enjoying themselves,” Starlight finished for her. “Deep breath in… and out…. Good girl,” she praised. She finished with Trixie’s hair, putting the brush down and wrapping her arms around the showmare.

“You’re going to go out there. You’re going to go through the script, just like we rehearsed, and you’re going to drive them crazy. Then we’re going to go back to the green room, and you’re going to have a legion of new fans talking about your show for months.”

Starlight leaned in closer, her breath hot on the edge of Trixie’s ear.

“And if you do a very, very good job on this tour, your Master and Mistress just might have something special in mind for their Caring and Empathetic Head Counselor when the summer break is over that means this-” She tapped Trixie’s padlock gently. “-isn’t something she needs to keep secret.”

Trixie shivered, pressing back into her Mistress’ touch and closing her eyes, taking another deep breath.

Suddenly, her horn glowed as she fetched her outfit for the show. Trixie stood as her cloak and hat swirled around her with a less typical thong bikini that barely covered enough of her body to appear in public without fines. Her bikini was tied into place as her trademark hat and a shorter version of her cape settled onto her head and shoulders, and she struck a pose in the dressing room mirror.

“So! How does Trixie look?” She asked with a cocky grin.

“Like she’s wearing less fabric than you’d find in a bottle of aspirin,” Starlight teased. “Though obviously, Mistress approves,” she added, guiding Trixie’s hand down to the solid bulge beneath her leotard, running up along her belly..

“Mmm… obviously,” Trixie teased back, pressing her ass back against Starlight’s hips. “How long do we have before the show starts again?”

“Not long enough for what the Great and Powerful Trixie has in that naughty little brain of hers,” Starlight smirked. She snapped her fingers, and the bulge disappeared, leaving Trixie’s palm flat against her Mistress’ belly. The showmare pouted and wiggled back against her Mistress.

“Pity.” She turned around, rocking her hooves forward to lean up and give Starlight a playful kiss. “She’ll just have to tell Mistress exactly what that was, so she can decide if it’s worth starting the show late next time!”

Starlight rolled her eyes as Trixie started into an obscenely detailed erotic fantasy, doing her best to tune her out for the sake of not getting distracted.

Author's Note

Here we are!

Thanks to Superfun for being so patient waiting for publication, and to Mani for the art that made the wait worth it. This story goes into odd territory for me, kink-wise, in the name of a request for "Trixie subbing to Sunburst subbing to Starlight" - hope you enjoy!

And for those of you who don't know the Clocktower Society already, the main thing you need to know is that it's a worldwide network of underground kink clubs, and the standard safewords are "Staircase," "Clockface," and "Towertop", for "slow down/we're good now," "stop so we can talk about this," and "get me the @#$# out of this," respectively.