Simulation Stimulation

If Trixie had arrived at the worst Midsummer celebration ever, she was preparing to leave after one of the best harvest festivals. Maybe the harvest was fairly meager. Maybe she was facing a hard hike back to the castle the next day. Maybe she did have the inhibitor cone back on, 'just in case.'

But none of that measured up to a village of put-upon earth ponies celebrating a victory and all knowing that it was her doing. After weeks without getting to do a show, or even a little trick to distract one of her students from their latest meltdown, it was positively intoxicating.

Besides, Pomelo had been the one to say 'just in case,' and Trixie wasn’t exactly convinced she didn't have ulterior motives.

That was what led Trixie to sidle up next to the mayor’s daughter after dinner, flicking her tail against the grapefruit mark on her flank.

“So… tonight’s Trixie’s last night in town,” Trixie pointed out. Pomelo made a low grunting noise in her throat and took a long drink of the small ale in her mug, as if she were hoping that drinking enough of it would end up having some impact.

“You know...” The showmare continued, letting her blue coat brush against Pomelo’s lilac one. ”If somepony wanted to make tonight memorable, instead of just pretending she’ll be just as happy with a hot water bottle, Trixie would like to think she’s been clear enough about her interest. And she will be down at the river if that somepony’s interested.”

Trixie sauntered off, flicking her tail against Pomelo’s muzzle as she began the walk down to the river.

By the time she’d reached the water’s edge, Trixie couldn’t really hear the celebration above that well. She put a hoof in, testing the bottom of it, and climbed in once she was content that the bottom was more rocky than muddy, with smooth stones that were perfect to slide down against and let the cold water soak into her fur. She started scrubbing herself down with her hooves. It wasn’t a proper bath, but what was proper around here? It would at least get the sulfur smell out of her fur. Besides, why take a proper bath when she was hoping to get dirty again right after?

“I hope I haven’t been sitting in Starlight’s office in real time,” she murmured.

“The simulation runs for approximately one hour of time in the real world,” Ziggy reminded her silently. “A single class period. Had you resolved the situation as expected in the lesson plan, you would have returned for debriefing and discussion within minutes of beginning. Instead, additional data was constructed to complete the historical simulation where events have deviated while remaining within parameters.”

“Well excuse Trixie for not magically reading their minds and figuring out how to make everything better!” She grumbled. “They didn’t even have the food, how was I supposed to fix that?”

“Did ‘sending a message explaining the situation to the castle’ occur to you?” Ziggy asked, the magical intelligence’s even, emotionless tone somehow still managing to sound exasperated and annoyed.

Fortunately, Trixie was prevented from answering the question by the sound of hoofsteps in the grass. She turned to see who was approaching, and grinned when she saw Pomelo carrying a bucket with a brush sticking out of it.

“Trixie was starting to wonder if she’d taken your snuggling the wrong way!” She lifted her tail out of the water, flicking a spray of droplets at the earth pony. Pomelo sat the bucket down on the banks, and climbed in with Trixie.

“Part o’ me wishes she had,” Pomelo grumbled. She took a rough bar of soap out of the bucket in her hooves and sighed. “Lay down, ye deserve a little pampering after ye saved us like that.”

She started rubbing the soap over Trixie’s coat as the showmare settled in, her tail laying out across the water as it flowed over their bodies.

Damn it, this was all just taking place inside Trixie’s head, wasn’t it? Why did Pomelo have to act like a real pony right now?

“The Great and Powerful Trixie travels a lot as part of her work. She has been with many ponies, in many towns, and had to leave them behind… but she is always happy to see them when she returns.”

“And when might that be, hmm?” Pomelo scoffed. “Ye never came here before, even for other rents.”

The showmare rolled her eyes. Pomelo may not have been as dense as Starlight, but she clearly had many of the same issues. Fortunately, this wasn’t the real world. Pomelo wasn’t real, the village wasn’t going to be around after the spell ended… none of this was real.

Which was kind of weird, having lived here for the last month and change.

But if it wasn’t real, then that meant she didn’t have to feel bad about whatever she did here. And with the whole thing being over once she was back at the castle….

“Trixie’s never had a reason to come here before,” she murmured, turning to look at Pomelo and holding her forelegs out. “Maybe you can give her one?”

The earth pony slipped up against Trixie, kissing her hungrily as she pushed Trixie over onto her back. Trixie kissed her back, tasting ale and the lingering spice of radish on Pomelo’s breath.

“Want to give Trixie her magic back and see what she can do?”

“Ye wanted a reason to come back, didn’t ye?” Pomelo smirked. She rolled onto her back, pulling Trixie on top of her and giving her a smoldering look. “Show me why I should want ye coming back.”

“Ooh, a challenge!” Trixie grinned, claiming another kiss before she started working her hooves along Pomelo’s muscular form. She peppered kisses down the farmpony's body on the way, glad she'd thought to move this down to the river. It gave her the chance to surreptitiously give her a light scrub down, leaving her clean for each nuzzle and nibble.

“Let your mane down?” Trixie suggested, nosing at the end of Pomelo’s ponytail. With a shrug, the farmpony undid the ties holding it in place, letting her mane flow freely in the water.

And letting Trixie sink a little bit deeper into the idea of this just being a warmup for when she finally got Starlight to quit being so dense.

“Where’s that - ah ha!” Trixie grinned as she found the bar of soap that Pomelo had left on the banks. “Let me show you why unicorns enjoy being so prissy,” she winked, taking the slick bar and sliding it in between Pomelo’s hindquarters, working up a lather that got closer and closer to directly stroking over the earth pony’s puffy marehood.

“Mmm - when ye have somepony to do that for ye, certainly,” she groaned. Trixie shrugged slightly, but kept up her attention, nuzzling at Pomelo’s teats once she’d washed them. Dextrous lips worked her nipples to stiff buds while Trixie finished cleaning up her ‘workspace,’ as it were, rinsing the soap off with cold river water before she looked up at her lover’s blue eyes.

“You do remember that Trixie isn’t made of glass, don’t you?” She stuck her tongue out impishly, drawing a growl out of Pomelo’s throat. She grinned as two hooves pressed into her mane, shoving her muzzle down into the rushing water as Trixie’s tongue slid out to explore the dark purple flesh she’d been dreaming of for weeks.

She quickly moved in closer, savoring her Mistress’ potent flavor and tilting her ears so she could best hear Pomelo’s moans. Trixie let her help set the pace, reading the nigh-on universal language of hooves-on-head to tell her where to lick harder, when to nuzzle or nip or move her focus. She loved the way a pair of hooves felt against her head, the little tremors that told her she was doing the right thing.

Trixie half-closed her eyes, her nostrils above the water so she could breathe in the scent of her partner. She pressed her tongue inside, seeking out more of the stifled moans and whimpers. Along with the rocks at the bottom of the river, it took her back to the last time she’d done something like this, in a subterranean stream deep beneath the rock farm. She could hear the sound of the party over the hill, but put it out of her mind to focus on the tangy wetness that just kept coming the more she worked her tongue around, searching out the particular points that seemed to work most.

After a few minutes, Trixie really set to work, humming pleasantly as she pressed in deeper, her lip curling back to stroke lightly against Pomelo’s winking clit. The earth pony bit down on her pastern to stifle the noises she made as she watched the unicorn devotedly worshiping with tongue and teeth. Trixie looked up, meeting her eyes and moving to claim a heated kiss, letting Pomelo taste herself before sinking back down to devour her marehood.

Trixie reached down between her own hindquarters, working her aching sex with a hoof until Pomelo noticed.

“Be a good girl, an’ I’ll make it worth the wait,” she promised even as she tilted her hips up to give Trixie better access. The showmare decided to take the offer, putting her hooves on Pomelo’s cutie marks and redoubling her efforts. She caught Pomelo’s clit in her lips, rubbing her teeth against it, and the rough surface pushed her Mistress over the edge.

Pomelo’s body stiffened, her stomach rippling as her inside clenched down around nothing. Her juices gushed out, Trixie shifting to swallow what she could before the river water washed it away. The farmer pulled her up, kissing her hungrily and wrapping her forelegs around her.

“You’re good,” she murmured.

“Great and powerful, even?” Trixie teased.

“Cheeky twat.”

“The cheekiest,” Trixie giggled. “Now, I believe-” She was interrupted by a conspicuously loud voice from the top of the hill.

“Best make sure the hornhead didnae fall in an’ drown,” Burgo joked, starting to come down the hill. Pomelo quickly pushed Trixie off of her and rolled onto her front, grabbing a brush from the bucket and starting to act like she’d been scrubbing Trixie down.

“That should get the last of that powder smell out,” she said as she spat out the brush, looking back up at her father’s silhouette. “We’ll be back up in a moment, pa!”

“All right, just don’t go forgettin’ ye ain’t her housemaid!” He called back down, turning to leave them be.

“I presume that means I’m going to have to wait for that repayment,” Trixie pouted once they were alone again.

“Aye, afraid so,” Pomelo sighed. “That was him warnin’ us, somepony was wondering where we were an’ about to come lookin’. Thank ye though… I’ll be sure ye don’t go without,” she smiled, giving Trixie a peck on the lips before starting back up the hill.

For a moment, the unicorn considered taking care of herself before heading back up… but the prospect of being caught alone like that didn’t particularly appeal to her either. Instead, sighing dramatically, she shook herself dry and followed back up the hill herself.