"Yes! Yes! That's it! Come on, baby, don't be shy! Show me the passion!" Photo Finish enthusiastically mouthed as she strutted around the stage in the Carousel boutique, photographing the purple unicorn lying on top of it in her velvet robe. "More details! More nudity!"

"Are you sure this is necessary?" Twilight asked timidly, lifting her hind leg slightly to reveal a big bump.

"Of course! We need the nature of it! Your clients will want to see what they're paying for! And that's why I need details! Come on, don't be modest! Show it to me!" The mare photographer said loudly, pointing her hoof at her crotch.

"Oh," the unicorn exhaled shyly, and looked at Rarity, who was standing nearby, watching the photo shoot with a smile on her face. The white pony gave her a short nod, and Twilight, embarrassed, closed her eyes and tossed the edge of her robe aside to expose her large testicles and her slightly protruding cock.

"Yes! Delightful! Just what I needed! Hold that pose, and you point the spotlights at her! I need more light!" Photo Finish immediately commanded, and her assistants turned several lamps in Twilight's direction, illuminating her "big buddy".

"Perfect! Perfect! Come on, honey, play with it! Lift it up a little!" She said, not stopping to click the camera.

"Lift it up?" The purple unicorn asked again, and lifted it slightly with her hoof.

"No! Not like that! Get aroused! Make it as hard as a tree trunk! Think about what turns you on!" The photographer mare shook her head.

"B-but it's not easy. I... I'm so embarrassed... that... um... I probably can't," wailed an unhappy Twilight, but then Rarity intervened.

"Don't worry, dear, I'll help you," she giggled, immediately enveloping her friend's cock with her telekinesis, massaging it gently.

"Oh! Oh, no! Not again! No," the unicorn blushed like a tomato.

"Yes! How emotional! Don't stop, embarrass yourself even more!" Noticing this, said enthusiastically Photo Finish. "And you work faster! Mare readers love to watch someone caress the dick with magic!"

"Hee-hee, if you say so," Rarity smirked, and began to play with Twilight's cock more vigorously, causing her to press her hoof to her mouth in an attempt to suppress a moan.

"Awesome! Gorgeous! That's as good as it gets! A little more! That's it! Yeah! Yeah! Come on, baby! The camera loves you!" The photographer laughed like a madpony, walking right up to the unicorn and almost touching her dignity with the lens.

"A-a-a-a-n-d done!" After several minutes of this seemingly endless torment, suddenly exclaimed Photo Finish and, tossing the camera aside one to her assistants, sat down on a chair. "Yes, that was a wonderful photo shoot."

"I agree, you were really good," Rarity said as she finally let go of Twilight's cock and walked over to the photographer. "Do you think it's enough to attract the attention of potential clients to my friend?"

"Ha, don't even doubt it. Tomorrow all the glamour magazines and adult newspapers will be filled with pictures of me, and every mare in Equestria will know that we have a new rising star in fertility matters – a feminine, cute stallion that is willing to do anything to help single ladies have a foal."

"Yes, that's all wonderful," said Twilight, throwing on her robe and hiding her "mate" in its folds. "Are you sure no one's going to laugh at me? I'm not that much of a stud after all. I have an udder."

And she nodded at her backside.

"Don't worry, dear, I've got such a believable backstory for you that no pony in Equestria will ever laugh at you," Rarity promised her. "On the contrary, they will want you even more."

"Besides, no one would ever laugh at somepony who was photographed by me, Photo Finish," the photographer supported her. "My name alone will make you the most popular and desirable target for the many mares hungry for affection."

"Well, I hope so," said Twilight uneasily.

"We'll just have to discuss my fee, and then we can go," said Photo Finish, taking a sip of water, which was kindly brought to her by an assistant in a tight jumpsuit.

"Yes, of course I know your services aren't cheap, and we're ready..." Rarity began, heading toward her desk where she kept her bits, but the photographer immediately put her foot forward to stop her.

"Wait! The money is fine, of course, but I'd like to ask for something else," she said.

"What?" Twilight asked, guessing what the answer would be. "Do you really want me and you to... well..."

"Oh, no, baby," Photo Finish immediately interrupted her. "I've been married for years and have a whole bunch of foals and several grandchildren, no!"

"Phew," the unicorn exhaled relaxed. "Thank Celestia, for a moment there I thought that you…"

"However, my niece has a little peculiarity," the photographer went on as if nothing had happened. "She likes mares, which, you know, makes it very difficult for her to have foals from some stallions."

She looked at Twilight slyly.

"But if some pretty mare suddenly grew a dick, she might decide to do it and even have a foal or two from her. So if you're willing to help me out a little bit, I mean her, I could not only cut the price of my services in half, but also leave a couple of flattering reviews about you in a couple of popular magazines."

"Wow, that would be just magical, wouldn't it, Twilight?" Rarity immediately declared cheerfully. "With recommendations like that, we'll shut all those arrogant upstarts right down and make you the number one stallion in the world."

"Of course, a lot of ponies have been made famous by my references, so..." said Photo Finish with a wink and glasses down.

"Are you ready to make my niece happy?"

"All right, I'll do it," said Twilight, after a short silence. "If I'm going to take this seriously, I need to get used to this kind of nuance."

"Great, then we'll get right on it! Get Trisha over here, it's time for intercourse!" Immediately putting her hooves together, Photo Finish shouted.

"What? Now?! But I posed for hours in front of the camera and I'm terribly tired. Maybe you're..." said Twilight timidly.

"Don't worry, dear," Rarity interjected. "I've got something that'll get you in shape in no time."

And she shook a jar of aphrodisiac in front of her, on which it was written: «Choice of Bulk Biceps» and depicted an unusually large pumped stallion with an equally impressive device.

"Celestia the merciful," the purple unicorn said, swallowing a lump in her throat.

***

"Oh… finally… Home sweet home," an exhausted Twilight said toward evening as she trudged into her house on shaky, unresponsive legs. She climbed the stairs to the second floor and collapsed on her bed.

"What? Rough photo shoot?" Spike asked her, coming over with a glass of water.

"Not only that, I had to work a couple of hours off for it," the mare said, gratefully accepting it and taking a sip or two.

"What do you mean?" The little dragon asked.

"I'll tell you when you're a little older," Twilight replied, remembering how Photo Finish's niece, dressed in a cop uniform, used a baton on her rump. And then she changed into her bad wolf, witch, Discord costume... ugh.

"In the meantime, I..." she looked at the curtains beside the bed and telekined them closed, "...would like to get some rest. Hopefully Rarity will be right, and I won't embarrass myself when all the ponies in Equestria see my pictures."

"Don't worry, Rarity is a real master at this sort of thing, and I'm sure she's ... um ... Twilight?"

Spike saw that the unicorn had already closed her eyes and was snoring peacefully.

"I see, you're very tired. Well, I think you'll be all right, big sis," the dragon said, kissing her forehead and blowing out the candle on the nightstand. "Good night, Twilight."

***

"Ah, I had a good rest," the unicorn said cheerfully the next morning, stretching on the bed with pleasure. "I didn't think a few hours of photo ops, followed by games of cop and prisoner, would wear me out so much."

Standing up on the floor and gently adjusting the panties that Rarity had sewn on her (and which held her cock and balls well); she climbed down the stairs and headed into the kitchen.

"Hey, Spike, how's it going? Are you making us... um... breakfast yet?" She asked in surprise when she saw the little dragon sitting at the table, his fingers curling impatiently over the surface of the table and peering at the pile of scrolls in front of him.

"Where did they come from?" The mare asked.

"Where do you think? From your... ahem..." he growled loudly, and then spat out another small scroll. "Oh, here we go again! Anyway, they're from your fans," Spike finished, wiping his lips.

"Fans?"

"Yeah."

"And how did you know about that?"

"Easy, just read a couple of them."

"Oh, Spike, did you..."

"Relax, Twilight, it's nothing like that. Just the usual meeting suggestions and questions about your hobbies, that's all. And besides," he looked at her with a challenge, "I'm not so young anymore that you have to hide adult things from me."

"Yeah, said the dragon sleeping with a teddy bear," the mare grinned.

"Hey! Leave Mr. Stompy out of this," Spike puffed his cheeks indignantly.

"Hee-hee, okay, okay, as you say," Twilight winked, taking the first scroll she could find with her telekinesis and unwrapping it. "Wow, this is from Manehattan, from the famous businesspony Madame Trottengham."

"The mare that runs the airlifts all over Equestria?" Spike asked.

"Yes," the unicorn nodded as she unwrapped the next one. "And this one's from Mrs. Jubilee, the owner of the jewelry store. The owner of «Canterlot's Rich Mare's Choice Boutique», the performer of the theater «Generation», wow, from the principal of the academy for gifted unicorns, Mrs. Sturgeon, who took my exams. Gee. How did they find out about me so quickly?"

"Probably thanks to this magazine that Rarity sent you," the little dragon said, handing Twilight a large «Fashion Pony» magazine with... herself on the cover!

"Thank Celestia, they covered my cock with a star," the mare thought, looking at the yellow star with the caption: New Famous Equestria Producing Stallion. "A very big star."

"Wow, Photo Finish didn't cheat and really made me very popular overnight," Twilight said as she opened it and found herself in the «Sire Stallion» section, which had several candid photos of her and...

"Oh, wow! That's... that's..." she said, opening her mouth and stammering.

"Wow, that's a lot of zeroes!" Spike gasped.

"Hey, don't look!" Closing the magazine, the unicorn exclaimed. "You're too young to stare at that stuff."

"Come on. You sound as if I've never seen it before," The little dragon giggled.

"Oh," sighed Twilight.

"Besides, that's not what matters. There's so much we can buy for that kind of money!" Spike, meanwhile, continued. "A new game of «Oubliettes and Ogres», a «Super Speed Scooter», the first issue of the «Mighty Ponies», and... and... as many gems as any dragon on the planet couldn’t eat!"

"And all these ponies would pay me that much just to..." The mare said, staring at the pile of letters again.

"Yeah, well, I guess it'll be a while before you can go back to your book-reading," Spike quipped, smiling at her. "Because you'll be spending all your free time lying in bed."

"Spike!" Blushing embarrassed, Twilight shushed him. "But you're right. I'm going to have a lot on my plate. So..."

"You're definitely going to need an assistant to set up a schedule for you to see all the mare visitors. Since I happen to be your personal assistant, you can count on me," the little dragon said readily.

He took a handful of letters in his paws and spread them out in front of him.

"But I'll need something for that," he added slyly.

"So what is it?" Twilight asked with a smile.

"Well, like my own desk and a gold quill and inkwell. And a bowl full of candy in every color and flavor of the rainbow, and a cushioned chair. Yes and a water cooler. But instead of water, fill it with a chilled Mega-Dew and...."

"Don't be cheeky, Spike," the mare stopped him.

"What's the big deal? You can afford it all anyway after your first customer and as your main little helper I'll need a cozy place to help you anyway."

"Oh, well, Spike, you'll have a desk and chair," snorted the unicorn.

"And a soda cooler?" With big puppy dog eyes, he asked.

"And a soda cooler," Twilight nodded, eyeing the pile of scrolls and figuring out how best to take on her lucrative new job.

***

A few days passed.

Princess Celestia's escort, guarded by a large group of armed pegasi, appeared in the sky over Ponyville, flew carefully over the town, and landed on the doorstep of the library tree where Twilight Sparkle lived.

A tall white alicorn mare slowly emerged from the gold-patterned chariot and headed for the door, accompanied by her guards.

"All right, that's enough, guardsmen," Celestia told them. "I can take it from here. In the meantime you can rest somewhere and take a little walk."

"Are you sure, Princess?" One of the guards asked her.

"Yes, of course I am. I'm an alicorn, I can easily take care of myself," the ruler of Equestria said with a chuckle, then opened the door slightly: "And besides, this is the home of my favorite student, whom I have visited more than once. What do you think could go wrong?"

"All right, Princess, as you command," the guard shrugged and went back to the chariot with his fellow troops.

"Well, now I can get on with the delicate business I came here to attend to," added Celestia quietly, as she drew from the magical space in front of her the scroll with the spell she had spent days refining and perfecting to remove the unicorn's penis.

"Twilight, my prized pupil, I'm here now, ready to help you with..." the princess said loudly as she opened the door and stepped inside, then stopped in surprise.

In the tree house, which, as has already been said, she had visited several times, and which usually looked rather modest and simple (as it should be a town library), there were big changes. In the hallway, on the coffee table, and on the couch in front of it, various erotic items and role-playing costumes were scattered everywhere. They also hung on several racks against the walls, and in the kitchen there was a large refrigerator with a transparent door, where there were bottles of champagne and expensive wine. As for the floor, there were a couple of adult toys lying on it that had clearly been used several times.

"Gee, did I happen to have the wrong tree?" Celestia snorted in surprise, pinched her cheek with magic just in case.

Looking inside the house, she saw another new thing: a large desk made of beautiful mahogany, and Spike sleeping peacefully on a pile of papers behind it.

"Um, Spike? Spike!" Tugging him lightly on the shoulder, the princess said.

"Yes, yes... just a moment... we'll be with you shortly, by the end of the week or sooner... just let me look up your name on the list," the little dragon mumbled, not waking up, and then he continued to snore loudly.

"What was the meaning of this? Where's Twilight?" Celestia whispered, deciding not to wake him. "And why does it look like I'm in a brothel? Oh, had Twilight decided to use her..."

The ruler of Equestria remembered exactly why she had come here, and a chill ran down her spine.

"New part?" She finished. "No, that can't be it. I know my best student well, and she would never..."

Then she heard a low sound, like a muffled chuckle, coming from across the bedroom.

"Huh? Twilight?" She said, walking slowly up the stairs to where Twilight's bed was, which was for some reason enclosed by soundproof curtains (which were loose, so the princess could hear everything).

"Twilight, I'm sorry for coming in without knocking, you see, I..." alicorn began, noticing the bump under the blanket, which must have been her sleeping protégé, but she was immediately cut off when she heard the laugh again and the bump shuddered slightly.

"Yes, yes, that's it, rub it properly and make me feel good."

"Oh, wow, it's so big. It's been a long time since I've seen one that big, and I've lived a whole bunch of years."

"Hee-hee, thanks for the compliment. And it's just the beginning, now it's going to start growing and..."

"Oh yeah, do it again. I love it when you rub it on my..."

"Twilight?!" The ruler of Equestria suddenly exclaimed loudly. The bump under the blanket immediately stopped shaking, and two heads peeked out, one of which belonged to her best student and the other... her little sister!

"Luna?! What... what are you doing here?! What is the meaning of this?!" With surprise, switching to a loud Canterlot voice, Celestia exclaimed.

"Well, I... I..." said the Princess of the Night in a confused voice.

"Oh, Princess Celestia, you're already here," said Twilight, stiffly.

"Here, and as we agreed, to help you with your big problem," said the ruler of Equestria sternly. "But you don't seem to need it anymore, since you've decided to use it to..."

She frowned angrily.

"...seduce my sister."

"No, no, Princess, you misunderstand," the unicorn shook her head hastily.

"She didn't seduce me, my dear sister," Luna interjected. "I agreed to it myself."

"You did?" Celestia raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Well, yes, when I found out about your student's services in a glamor magazine."

"W-what magazine?" Celestia asked, stammering.

"Here, see for yourself," said Luna, summoning her telekinesis and pulling out a large fancy magazine from the bag by the bed. She opened it to the right page and showed the ruler of Equestria pictures of the purple mare.

"Twilight, how could you?" Staring at them, the princess exclaimed. "I can't believe it! I lay awake nights thinking of ways to help you, and you decide to take up such an ungodly and disgusting profession! It's not honorable!"

"Come on, Princess, there's nothing wrong with that," the unicorn said when she plucked up her courage.

"Do you think so?" Celestia squinted.

"Of course I do. You know how disastrously few stallions there are in this country, and how important such services are to those who wish to have foals. And you may be confused and a little outraged now..."

"A little outraged is an understatement," the ruler of Equestria remarked.

"Yes, right. Well, even though I know I should have told you before, I can't see what's wrong," said Twilight, who nodded nervously.

"Oh, really? So you and Luna were secretly going to have..."

"Don't worry, sister. I don't want any foals. I'm just trying to relax a little," Luna told her. "Besides, it's your fault I haven't had a stallion in a few hundred years. So there's no need to get angry."

"Yes, but..."

"Also, your apprentice knows me well, so I decided to trust her. And her prices are much lower than the others."

"Her prices?" Celestia frowned again.

"Oh, come now, Luna. I can't charge you for your bits, can I? It was completely free," Twilight smiled slyly.

Celestia rolled her eyes in bewilderment and sat down in a nearby chair.

"Okay, I suppose that's all true, but... what about that problem you wrote me about?" She asked the unicorn. "Do you still want to... um... take it out?"

"I've already thought about it, Princess, and I've decided to hold off on that for now," Twilight told her.

She climbed out of bed and shook her croup playfully.

"And now that you know how to remove it, I can always use it, but in the meantime I want to continue to help lonely mares and give them the opportunity to have foals. I've done my research, and with the help of Rarity and a couple of ponies she knows, I'm thinking of expanding my services and getting into the big picture."

***

It's been three months.

"What a wonderful day. No shouting about the Great and Powerful Twilight, no rapturous speeches in her honor. Looks like my revenge was a success," Trixie said as she strolled leisurely through the sleepy morning streets of Ponyville, enjoying the silence and the total absence of any clamor for the heroic deeds of that unpleasant pony.

"Apparently Twilight is so embarrassed to be seen now that she spends all day in her house, which she has completely closed to the public," she added, remembering that two months ago she had seen Twilight's tree, which was fenced on all sides with a tall wooden fence with nailed signs on it: «Beware, the entrance is closed».

She bought a fresh fashion magazine from the newsstand and sat down at a table in a nearby cafe.

"Life is good," Trixie said relaxed, leaning back in her chair and waving to the waiter to order coffee and some cake.

As soon as her order was brought to her, she unfolded a magazine and began to read the various articles in it. As she researched a few funny stories from the lives of models and read about the events at the recent Grand Galloping Gala in Canterlot, she suddenly noticed Twilight's name, to which an entire column was devoted.

"Well, well, I wonder what it's about?" The unicorn grinned, picking up her cup of coffee with her telekinesis. "Probably some article about a disgusting and scary stud pony."

And Trixie read the headline aloud:

"Rising Ponyville star recently visited Manehattan. He-he, yeah, that's what I thought," she took a sip of coffee and then, realizing what she'd just read it, choked and spit it out on the ground.

"Princess Celestia's top apprentice, recently honored as Sire Stallion of the Month, has arrived in town to meet Countess Coloratura. Rumor has it that the famous singer hired her for a lot of money, which Twilight has promised to donate to charity in order to..." Trixie angrily set her cup aside and finished reading: "...to conceive a foal with her! What! The sire stallion?! Countess Coloratura?! No! No way!"

The mare tossed a few coins on the table and, without touching her brownie, galloped toward Twilight's tree, which was only a couple of blocks away.

When she reached it, Trixie opened her mouth in horror when she saw in front of her a large, gold-fenced mansion built near the tree, which had a huge swimming pool, several floors, and even a landing pad for heavenly chariots.

"No! This cannot be! No! You sneaky viper! How dare you become so popular, and at my expense! No!" The unicorn shrieked indignantly, jumping up and down angrily, unleashing a few bolts of lightning from her horn into the air before she hoofed herself up and walked quickly to the gate where the stallion guard stood.

"Uh, excuse me, miss, do you have an appointment?" He asked when she stopped.

"No! But I have to see Twilight Sparkle right now!" She threw an exasperated look. "Is she here?"

"She is. But Miss Sparkle is resting. To see her you must sign up in advance and get in line for..." The stallion began in a casual tone, but then Trixie teleported behind him and kicked the hooves between his legs. He was on the ground with a low squeak.

"Rascal!" She shouted, pushing the gate open. "I said right now!"

"Yes, have a good day," the stallion hissed, pressing his forelegs against his injured testicles.

Trixie entered the grounds of the newly-built, expensive mansion and began to turn her head quickly.

"Twilight! Where are you?! Come out! I'll tell you what I think of you, you cheeky pony!" She shouted angrily.

The unicorn heard voices coming from the side of the pool, and immediately rushed there. When she reached the pool, she saw her main rival in an expensive velvet robe, lying on a chaise lounge near the water and talking to a dragon sitting beside her.

"And then I realized that with my new body part, not only did I get a new life, but I got my own dignity," she said with a spirited look, and then she giggled. "Get it, Spike? Dignity! Both clever and pointed."

"Yeah. That's good. Perfect for your autobiographical book," agreed the little dragon who was writing it down. "Fans would like that."

"Fans? Ugh!" Trixie gritted her teeth and exclaimed angrily: "Twilight! You're going to pay for this!"

"Huh? Trixie? What are you doing here?" Twilight was surprised when she saw her, and immediately asked Spike in a whisper: "Does she have an appointment with me?"

"Not that I recall," the little dragon said as he pawed at the list of names in his notebook.

"I'm here to get even with you. Wretched kidnapper of glory!" With a blast of lightning from her horn, the blue unicorn exclaimed.

"Glory? Wait a minute, Trixie, what are you talking about?" Without understanding anything, Twilight asked.

"You know what I'm talking about! First you stole my glory as the most talented wizard, then you stole all my titles and called yourself great and powerful, and now you're glorious and cashing in on my cock, which I gave you! That's not fair!"

"What? You gave it to me?" Twilight gasped in surprise.

"Exactly! I wanted to teach you a lesson for humiliating me and making me an outcast! I wanted you to stop bragging and showing off, making me look like a failure!" Trixie yelled, grabbing the folding chair with her telekinesis and tossing it into the pool. "But you did it again! You made a fool of me, and even with a dick, you became very popular and famous!"

And having said that, the blue unicorn cried, then sat down on the edge of the pool and began to sob loudly.

"I hate you!" Trixie said with her hooves closed over her eyes.

Twilight and Spike watched her in bewilderment and dismay for a few moments before the mare gingerly approached her.

"Trixie," said Twilight affectionately.

"Get away from me!" The blue unicorn said, pulling away from her.

"Look, Trixie, I'm terribly sorry that your reputation as a great sorceress was ruined in the Ursa situation. You may not believe me, but I swear I didn't mean it. I was only trying to help the ponies of our town and save them from an angry beast. But I wasn't trying to set you up. After all, none of this was your fault."

And Twilight added quietly:

"It wasn't you who brought Ursa to us, it was Snips and Snails, and then you had to clean it up. You're just a victim of circumstance, that's all."

"Really?" Trixie asked, sniffling her nose.

"Really. And you weren't blamed for anything, neither me nor the other ponies. Most of them were in shock after what happened. As for my friends, I'm truly sorry they hurt you so much. They just didn't understand that you are a magician and you are supposed to behave that way – to brag and tell everyone about your talents. It's part of your profession to create a vivid and colorful impression of yourself, to amaze your audience as much as possible."

"Exactly! That's what I did! I wasn't bragging; I just wanted to impress the crowd and your friends were only accusing me!" Trixie exclaimed loudly.

"And I'm really ashamed of them. They're not bad ponies, though," said Twilight, sitting down beside her and gently touching her shoulder. "They just overreacted a little, but they didn't mean you any harm. Neither did anyone else in our town. We didn't know it hurt you so much, and I'm truly sorry."

"So am I," Spike added, joining them. "I'm sorry we laughed at you, Trixie."

He sat down nearby, too, and said:

"By the way, I really enjoyed your show. It was great. You're a wonderful magician."

"Thanks," the blue unicorn said with a sigh and looked at Twilight. "And now, after all that comforting and touching talk, are you probably going to ask me to undo your spell and make you a mare again?"

"No," Twilight shook her head negatively.

"No?" Trixie looked surprised.

"Exactly. I don't need it anymore," the purple unicorn explained to her. "Princess Celestia found a spell that can turn me back into a mare. So I have no problem becoming one at any time."

"But... why didn't you?" Trixie asked.

"Because I thought I could do more good that way," Twilight told her. "I became a sire stallion and started helping single mares have foals."

"What? Foals?" Trixie raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. It turns out it's a very common problem, afflicting millions of ponies all over Equestria. And there's a lot of demand for ponies like me."

She smirked slyly and looked at Trixie with interest.

"So I'd like to know how you managed to award me a cock. I've studied mountains of books on magic, but there's no mention of anyone being able to change another pony's sex."

"Oh, that. Well, there's nothing complicated about that. I just had my tame cockatrice named Clucker turn you into a stone. And while you were a statue, I molded your dick out of cement."

"That's all?" Surprised Twilight.

"Yes," Trixie nodded.

"That's... genius!"

"Seriously?"

"Trixie, do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Gave you a cock," said the blue mare in a confused tone.

"No, that's not what I meant. You made the discovery of the century, and maybe solved one of Equestria's biggest problems."

"Me?" Said Trixie, incredulous.

"Exactly!" Twilight said hugging her tightly by the shoulder, and after thinking for a moment, she smiled and said: "And you know, I just figured out how we can make your discovery come true and make you famous all over the country."

"What? Are you joking?" Trixie gasped.

"Not at all. I'm perfectly serious now. And, Trixie, I have a feeling that every pony in Equestria will soon be calling you great and powerful."

***

Two more months passed.

"Okay, now a little to the left," the stallion foreman whispered as he worked on the new high-rise building that was being erected in the heart of Canterlot. It was a beautiful modern skyscraper of glass and concrete, and it was nearly finished. All that was left to do was hang the sign and it could be opened, which was eagerly awaited by the residents gathered behind the security fences and the throngs of reporters watching the event along with the few ponies that were near the very entrance.

"Oh, I can't believe this is really happening," said Trixie, dressed in a construction helmet, who was watching the completion of her new plastic surgery clinic with Twilight and her friends.

"It's happening," confirmed Twilight. "Your own private clinic, where you'll be the chief doctor and advisor on pony appearance and sex change, which will not only correct the ratio of mares to stallions in the country, but make you one of the top surgeons in Equestria."

"And help you make a lot of money and become famous!" Rarity, who already had a small belly, added enthusiastically. "You have no idea what ponies are willing to do, and how much they can pay for a pretty face or a chance to correct the unfortunate mistakes of nature."

"And you'll be in charge," Twilight remarked, eyeing the workers as they finished installing the big neon sign, which showed a smiling Trixie, dressed in a doctor's robe, and the words «The Great and Powerful Trixie Plastic Surgery Center».

"Yes, that's wonderful! But are you sure ponies will want to come to my clinic?" The blue unicorn asked doubtfully. "I don't have the best of reputations, and it's all so new and unfamiliar."

"You've got to be kidding me." Spike, holding the clipboard in his paws, interjected. "Look how many ponies are waiting."

He shook his head at the onlookers gathered outside the hedges.

"And the preliminary notes," he pointed to the clipboard. "I've taken orders for hundreds of surgeries this morning, all from rich and powerful clients. So in the next six months you will be a very busy mare."

"Oh, dear Celestia," Trixie exhaled excitedly.

"And make a lot of ponies happy," Twilight winked at her. "Just don't be greedy and don't just do it for the rich."

"Of course, I'll help everypony. Even those who have no bits for my services," the blue unicorn nodded accordingly. "The services of the Great and Powerful Trixie should be available to all, as should her talents."

"Well, let's have a drink," Applejack told them as she opened a bottle of her best cider and poured it into mugs.

"Hey, hey, you know I'm not allowed to drink alcohol, right?" Rarity reminded her.

"Ha, don't worry, it's non-alcoholic," Applejack reassured her.

"Well, that's better then," the white mare smiled, lifting her mug with the others. "In that case, here's to Trixie and her clinic!"

"To Trixie and her clinic!" Twilight's friends echoed amicably, and Trixie involuntarily cried at such a sincere toast. Then she climbed the steps of the completed building with them and personally cut the ribbon at the entrance, thus opening it, in front of the many cameras and reporters who were photographing this solemn event.

***

The Great and Powerful Trixie Plastic Surgery Center. Six months later.

"Dear Princess Celestia, as you know, the last year has not been easy for me. I was attacked by a cockatrice, acquired a large penis and, thanks to the advice of my friend Rarity, became a sire stallion without expecting it, and for several months I impregnated lonely mares that had great difficulty finding a mate.

But that all changed when Trixie came to my house and told me that it was because of her that I got a penis. It turned out that she had given it to me, along with the cockatrice, to humiliate me and avenge me for what she had done to Ursa. But as is often the case in life, her revenge not only didn't hurt me, but even helped me become famous.

I was also the only one who was not aware of the fact that I was a hero to the rest of Equestria, so I decided to take advantage of her popularity and help her find her true identity. In fact, unknowingly, Trixie discovered a unique method of body transformation that allowed her to turn mares into stallions and cure various serious illnesses and injuries.

Now, thanks to her talent and your support, Trixie's clinic has become nationally renowned, and she herself has many satisfied clients who come here not only to change their sex and thereby normalize the population of stallions and mares (I did not expect that so many ponies would want to do this), but also to restore their lost limbs or rejuvenate themselves.

She and I are also seriously discussing the possibility of doing a race change experiment, say, turning an earth pony into a unicorn or a pegasus. And if that works, she and I would make another breakthrough in science, and open up the possibility for ponies to change their bodies any way they want. Who knows, we might even be able to turn a pony into a griffon or a dragon. Our possibilities are endless! And it's all thanks to Trixie and her pet, which are already in all the history books, and Trixie herself has become a role model for many young foals who dream of becoming just like her.

This incident made me realize that no matter how much our enemies hate us and want to hurt us, we must find the strength to forgive them. After all, sometimes their bad deeds hide terrible problems. But if we find room in our hearts for sympathy, it can sometimes lead to unexpected results and help not only them, but ourselves as well.

Sincerely your prized pupil, Twilight Sparkle."

"So, are you finished, Spike?" The unicorn asked the little dragon beside her on the roof of the clinic.

"Yep, all done," he said as he finished his letter to Princess Celestia and set it on fire.

"It's perfect. I think that was one of the best lessons about friendship I've learned," Twilight smiled as she watched the twinkling lights of the night city, among which she thought the castle stood out the most.

"By the way, when do you plan on getting rid of that dick? You don't need to moonlight as a sire stallion anymore, do you?" The dragon cub asked as she leaned against the railing.

"I don't know yet. Probably never. I'm used to him," the unicorn grinned, glancing at the ring on her leg. "And my wife wouldn't like it. So Trixie and her pet would have to give it back to me again."

"Well, whatever you say," Spike jumped. "And then you can keep it as a reminder of that crazy story."

"Yeah, the one that saved a lot of lonely mares in Equestria and made all the ponies happy."

"You mean almost all of them," Spike remarked, pointing to the angry stallions walking around below, who had been picketing the discontent against Trixie and her clinic for days. All of them were once sire stallions.

"Yeah, almost all of them," the mare smiled sadly. "It's a pity. But what can I do? As the saying goes: you can't please everypony."

And after a little more time on the roof, she turned and, with Spike, headed inside the clinic where her lovely wife, the Great and Powerful Trixie, worked.

Happy End

Author's Note

Well, that's the end of this light comedy story with a fetishistic bent. Twilight got along with her new cock, made peace with Trixie, and was even able to use her sculpting skills to increase the stallion population in Equestria and make a new breakthrough in science. Who knows where her discovery will lead? Will ponies become gryphons or even dragons? Very interesting questions, but that's all a different story.

Thank you all for reading my story. I really hope you enjoyed it. And a special thanks to my beta reader: NovemberDragon, and to my editor: Deathofaking.