Down in one of Ponyville’s cafes, Ember and Thorax sat down at one of the outdoor tables. Though the local dining experience wasn’t the purpose of their meeting.

“I still don’t get why we have to meet here of all places,” Ember grumbled, drumming her claws on the table.

“It’s a nice neutral meeting spot. None of the scary lava pits from your place, and none of the super-cutesy decorations from my place.” Thorax explained. “Plus it’s always so nice and pleasant here!”

Ember looked around, seeing ponies happily skipping around and singing songs. “If you say so…”

“C’mon, isn’t it nice to get out of your kingdom for a while?”

“I guess, but…” Ember noticed a lot of pony eyes staring in their direction. “Doesn’t this make it look like...we’re on a date or something?”

“Why? Do you not want to go on a date with me?” Thorax teased, resting his chin on his hooves as he waggled his eyebrows.

Ember’s cheeks instantly turned pink. “No! I-I mean, that’s not what this is! We’re not on a date, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to! But I-ugh, shut up.”

Thorax started snickering. “Wow, I didn’t think that’d get you so worked up!”

Ember snorted black smoke from her nostrils as she crossed her arms. “Whatever, just tell me what you called me here for.”

“Well, I just wanted to catch up a bit. How are things going for you in the dragonlands?”

“...Fine enough, I guess…” Ember’s expression softened up, turning to face Thorax. “Garble and his friends still like to cause trouble, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“Drop-kicking each other off the cliffs over the lava pit, playing chicken while lava surfing, throwing whatever they can find into the volcano to see if they can set it off, dumb stuff like that.”

“Are you doing anything about them?”

“Eh, honestly, they’re not hurting anyone but themselves, so it’s not a huge deal or anything,” Ember shrugged. “But if they do something out of line, I can always yell at them so they get scared, which is always fun!”

Thorax nervously nodded along. Ember was looking way too happy at the idea of terrorizing someone. “Riiight, well, the hive’s been doing alright so far. Pharynx is trying to increase security, so the others are helping out by growing some thorny vines that they can use. The others like it because they can grow stuff, Pharynx likes it because it’s sharp and pointy.”

Ember cocked her head to the side. “What are they gonna do, make armor wrapped with the vines?” she sarcastically suggested.

“Ooh, that’s a good idea!” Thorax clapped his hooves together excitedly. “I’ll tell him when I get back!”

Ember playfully rolled her eyes. “Anything else happening over there?”

“Hm, I’ve been seeing Ocellus transforming into different species, when I asked her about it, she said it was practice for ‘when she beats Smolder this year’.”

“Oh yeah, the bet that they made. I remember seeing Smolder lifting up rocks with her legs, she said she wanted to make sure she had the stamina to ‘totally crush Ocellus’.”

Thorax’s bright smile turned into a worried grin. “You don’t think they’re taking it too far, do you?”

Ember shook her head, subconsciously grabbing onto Thorax’s hoof. “I’m sure they’re just really excited about the competition. Besides, it’s not like they won’t be friends anymore when it’s all over.”

“Heh, you’re right. I don’t know why I’m so worried.” Thorax’s eyes quickly darted over to look at Ember’s hand, but decided to keep quiet.

“Maybe it’s cause you’re getting too stressed,” Ember said. “You’re probably trying to focus on everything at once. Just take it one problem at a time or something.”

Thorax nodded in agreement. “There’s just been a lot of stuff I have to deal with. Ocellus though, I’ve never seen her so excited before. She’s been really pumped up about the little side competition with Smolder.”

“Yeah, well, the feeling’s mutual I guess,” Ember chuckled. “Smolder’s just been full of energy.”

“Hah, the more they talk about it, the more I actually wanna see who wins.”

The two started visualizing the culmination of their students’ efforts. Ocellus transforming into different species with varying cock shapes and sizes, Smolder having an unrelenting grip, wrapping her legs around Ocellus’s waist to try and take control. Of course, the projected winner was different in each of their fantasies.

“Well, why should they get all the fun?”

“W-what do you mean?”

Ember grinned, a fire alight in her eyes. “If you really wanna see who’d win between dragons and changelings, we could always join in...”

“Ahehehe, I don’t know if I can handle that kind of intensity yet…” Thorax nervously laughed, the idea alone making him shiver.

“Fine, fine. We’ll leave it to those two then. Still, if you ever change your mind, I’d be more than happy to help you get through the month.”

“Hah, I’ll think about it.” After a minute of sitting around in the cool open air, Thorax spoke up again. “You know, this could still be a date if you want it to be.”

Ember blinked in confusion. “What? Why would I want it to be a date?”

“Well, for starters, you’re still holding my hoof,” he smirked, watching Ember’s cheeks get pink again.

Trixie walked through the cave, her hoofsteps echoed around. Her horn was lit up as the only light source around. She didn’t know what’d be scarier; being alone, or not being alone.

She eventually stumbled upon what felt like the end, a mysterious light shining from above over a large underground lake.

Trixie looked around, before sitting down at the water’s edge, extinguishing her horn light. “So this is it, huh?” she mused to herself. “Thought it’d be more guarded than this…”

She gave the water a curious poke, watching the ripples spread to the other edge of the lake. “How is this supposed to work…?”

She leaned over, staring down at her wobbling reflection in the lake. Her heartbeat started pounding in her ears, fearing that there was something below that would pull her under.

As the water began to calm, Trixie got a better look at her reflection. Her mane had a few frayed ends from all the cave trekking. She ran her hoof through her hair, trying to fix it. As she checked the back-half of her mane, her reflection pointed out another tangled end, and without thinking, she moved her hoof to fix it.

“...Wait-”

Trixie’s reflection leaped out of the water, appearing as a fully living, breathing pony that pounced on top of her.

Trixie yelped in shock, suddenly face-to-face with what she originally thought was just a reflection, feeling the water drip onto her body. “Um...are...are you?”

The pony nodded her head. “Trixie’s you, of course.” She leaned in closer, her lips hovering over her ears. “Now, let’s get down to business and get to why you came down here in the first place…”

Trixie’s heartbeat accelerated, her breathing became heavy and shaky. “Trixie needs the pleasure…”

“...And who would know what you want better than yourself?” the reflection grinned, completing the sentence. “Trixie can give you all the little things you want, and all the things you didn’t even know you wanted…”

“Well, who is Trixie to deny somepony who knows her so well?” Trixie reached her hooves up, wrapping her hooves around her doppelganger’s neck, pulling her in for a deep kiss.

The reflection naturally reciprocated, crouching down to lock lips with Trixie.

The tongues of the two Trixies pushed against each other, two of the exact same egoes in a constant struggle for dominance, neither one willing to concede to the other. Eventually, it became more than a battle of tongues, their horns rubbed against each other, setting off a few magical sparks from the friction.

The cave echoed with identical sounding moans as the Trixies rolled around the edge of the water, fighting to be the one on top. Their hind hooves kicked around, trying to wrap around the other one to hold on.

Eventually, the two broke off their kiss simultaneously to take a quick breath.

“You’re pretty good,” Trixie grinned, looking down at her reflection.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” The doppelganger smirked back.

Trixie turned around, facing her reflection’s hind hooves. She spread her hooves apart, licking her lips as her hoof rubbed the clit, knowing exactly where to touch without looking. “Well? Trixie’s waiting for you…” she said, looking behind her shoulder as she shook her hips.

The reflection shivered, looking up at Trixie winking in front of her. “O-Of course, Trixie always gets to go first…” She lifted her head up, flicking her tongue against her clit.

Once she started to feel the tongue, Trixie got to work pleasuring her mirror image, lowering her neck to slowly lick the clit of her reflection.

The reflection buried her muzzle into Trixie’s marehood, her tongue running against her inner walls.

“Nnn...Trixie...you’re so good at thiiiiis…” Trixie muttered, rocking back and forth on her caravan’s hammock. Her head sleepily bobbed back and forth, letting out quiet little moans in her sleep.

Author's Note

I'm sorry I didn't warn you of the degenerate hand-hoof-holding in advance.

Also to note, Trixie's just having a wet dream, here. Doesn't count since she's not consciously cumming.