Trixie Lulamoon wondered if her ex friend ever thought of her. Starlight Glimmer was probably too busy with the Elements of Harmony to remember a no pony like Trixie. Despite her girlfriend’s love and support, Trixie still felt uneasy, betrayed and dejected. Her darkest thoughts scurried back to the shadowy crevices they spawned from when she looked over at her girlfriend. Out of nowhere Trixie threw her arms around Sunset Shimmer. In the months since repairing their friendship, Trixie and Sunset had grown closer. Close enough, that while mentally preparing to traverse into Equestria, Sunset was struck with an idea. She nudged Trixie’s shoulder. Trixie looked up from her textbook and notebook. They were studying alone in the library. Sunset was nothing like Starlight. Trixie reminded herself, sniffling.
“Are you crying?” Sunset asked with genuine concern.
“It’s nothing.”
“Forget what the others said. I thought your act for the talent show was really good.”
“It’s not about that. I, the great and powerful Trixie, would rather not talk about…this.”
“In that case, would you like to see something special?”
I am already looking at something special. Trixie nodded as she admired Sunset.
Sunset grabbed Trixie by the hand and pulled her out of the library and into the courtyard. She glanced over both shoulders before stepping up to an ordinary looking mirror. Trixie tilted her head in confusion. She was surprised when Sunset stepped forward and vanished into the magic mirror as if it wasn’t a solid rectangle of glass. Trixie followed her girlfriend and she was immediately flashed by a rainbow of colours.
Sunset only took a few moments to readjust her centre of gravity. Trixie staggered like a newborn foal until she remembered how pony hooves worked again. She fell and Sunset rushed over to catch her girlfriend. They stared deeply into each other's eyes before separating. Trixie gaped around in awe. She had never seen so many books anywhere except in a public library. The walls were replaced by thick timber shelves crammed with books and scrolls. Sunset led Trixie through the library to reunite with Twilight Sparkle. It wasn’t unusual for Twilight to be buried deep in the pages of a book or scrolls so Sunset didn’t think much of the purple pony not greeting them immediately.
Sunset Shimmer was surprised when a pony she had never met before. A purplish-burgundy pony with an impressive hot pink mohawk and scowling blue-green eyes. One eye was marked by a vibrant, vertical scar. The strange pony sported armour that was distinct from the armour worn by the guards of Equestria’s various princesses.
“Where’s Twilight?” Sunset asked. “Who are you?”
“I am Tempest Shadow. The Princess of Friendship left me to greet you while she and her friends are absent. You must be her guests Sunset Shimmer and Trixie Lulamoon?”
Sunset and Trixie nodded when their names were spoken.
With introductions out of the way Sunset and Trixie reclined on the couches. Tempest remained standing while Sunset asked her about what happened in Equestria the last time that Sunset used the mirror. Tempest tried her best to answer Sunset’s questions. Sunset had no idea that Princess Celestia and Princess Luna had handed their kingdom to Twilight Sparkle and the Elements of Harmony. Applejack, Pinkiepie, Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Fluttershy had ascended to alicorn hood so Twilight never had to rule alone.
“Actually, I have a secret. Promise you won’t tell any pony?”
Sunset nodded.
Tempest leaned over and whispered in her ear. “My real name is Fizzlepop Berrytwist-”
Tempest was learning in therapy that it was okay to be vulnerable.
While processing what Tempest said and if she should ask why Tempest didn’t use her real name, Sunset noticed that her loud girlfriend was unusually quiet.
“What’s the matter, Trixie?”
Trixie shrank into the couch, as if trying to disappear into the pillows.
“I’m not wearing any clothes.” Trixie said, glancing away from Sunset awkwardly.
“Ponies don’t usually wear clothes.”
“What about her?” Trixie pointed her hoof at Tempest.
“My armour is for protection.” Tempest replied obliviously.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Sunset promised. “It’s only weird if you flag your tail in public.”
Trixie nodded, but Tempest noticed her hesitance. Tempest removed her armour. Each piece that fell to the ground revealed a lifetime of scars. Trixie was transfixed by the mare’s body. Her cheeks glowed with blush.
“In my world disrobing is..a prelude to something sexy. And you’re hot.”
The corner of Tempest’s mouth cracked a bemused smile at the flattery since most ponies were scared of or sad for her due to the battle scars and her broken horn.
“If that’s how it works in your world. Perhaps…” Tempest smirked and stepped in close to Trixie and Sunset. “Would you two be interested in doing something sexy with me?”
“I wouldn’t mind having a little bit of fun. It’d be a great way for you to learn how to use your body.” Sunset looked at Trixie expectantly.
Trixie thought for a moment and nodded.
Tempest led the mares through the corridors of the castle. The ‘timber’ furnishings matched the blue crystalline branches supporting the tree-castle. The masonry matched the purple stones and gold that the exterior of the Castle of Friendship was carved from.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Sunset whispered to Trixie behind her hoof.
“The great and powerful Trixie never gives up!” Trixie boasted in a whispered tone.
Sunset chuckled. Trixie would be fine. Her performative confidence had returned.
When the trio of mares reached Tempest’s bedroom, Tempest reared up on her hind legs. Planting her front hooves on the foot of the bed. She stretched her battle-hardened body, giving Trixie and Sunset a seductive view of her tight muscles and her wanton marehood. While Trixie and Sunset were salivating and their marehoods tingled, Tempest climbed up onto the centre of the bed and beckoned to the blue mare.
“I’ll educate you about pleasing a mare.” Tempest promised seductively. “Come closer.”
Trixie shuffled closer, her gaze falling to Tempest’s marehood.
“No, don’t rush into the main course.” Tempest smirked, her forehoof tilting Trixie’s gaze up to meet her eyes. Her eyes flashed mischievously in the dim-lighting. “Slow down and enjoy your meal. First, stimulate my horn.” Because it was broken, the remains of her horn were extra-sensitive. Trixie crawled close on what would have been her hands and knees if she were still human. Trixie nibbled softly, testing the waters. Pausing to watch the shudders roll over Tempest’s body. Since Tempest’s soft murmurs were incoherent, Trixie replaced her lips with her tongue, licking Tempest’s broken horn as if it were an ice cream on a hot day.
Heat spread through Trixie’s marehood as she trailed her tongue down Tempest’s ears, neck and finally her sleek underside. Since Tempest’s eyes were rolled back in her half-lidded eyes and she was muffling her moans and pants by biting her bottom lip, Trixie decided to give Tempest’s plump cotch boobs her full attention. Catching the perky nipples between her teeth. Rolling her tongue over the perkiness until Tempest kicked her legs and an aroused squeal escaped Tempest’s pursed lips. Sunset was not one to be left out of the fun her girlfriend seemed to be having. Trixie’s rump wagged from side to side, as if begging to be played with.
Trixie’s breath hitched as, with a mouthful of Tempest’s supple crotch boobs, Sunset lifted the blue mare’s tail and inserted her tongue into Trixie’s unexpecting marehood. A shudder ripped through Trixie’s body, leaving her weak at the knees. Tempest grabbed her by the mane, pulling Trixie up for air. The fresh air hit her muzzle and her brain before her head was jerked back down. This time, slipping below Tempest’s crotch boobs and into her quivering pussy. Trixie moaned excitedly before resuming her feast. Sunset and Trixie continued at a breakneck pace until Trixie and Tempest climaxed.
While catching her breath from the orgasm of a lifetime, Trixie was filled with confidence. Noticing the glint in Trixie’s eyes, Tempest scooted from the centre of the bed and pinned Sunset down in her place while the blue mare struck a triumphant pose.
“For her next trick the great and powerful Trixie shall tickle this mare until she cums!”
At the mention of tickles, Sunset’s heart fluttered in anticipation. As Trixie moved into position she looked at her hooves. Hooves were not ideal for returning the favour. Sunset didn’t want to see her girlfriend pout in defeat, so she summoned a pair of magical hands that obeyed Trixie’s thoughts. While Trixie tested the magical hands, Tempest combat rolled off the bed and gathered some ropes to bind the yellow mare. Trixie and Sunset didn’t notice. Trixie was engrossed in exploring Sunset’s body using all of the knowledge and experience she gained living with Sunset in the human world.
Sunset was at the brink of laughing hysterically when Tempest returned, fixing her to the bedposts without magic. Tempest was undergoing therapy for her trauma and between his duties with the Changelings, Sunburst was working on treating her disability. Trixie continued the tickle-assault on her girlfriend until her laughter morphed into moans.
Tempest glimpsed Trixie’s rump out of the corner of her eye. Tempest couldn’t resist.
What’s the worst that could happen? Tempest thought, taking action immediately.
Tempest planted a kiss right on the slit of Trixie’s dripping pussy, causing Trixie to flinch.
“Gah!” Trixie gasped, whipping around to see Tempest licking her lips playfully.
“A great magician should be able to perform even with distractions, correct?”
A loud moan escaped her lips before Trixie could stop it. Tempest’s tongue slipped deeper. Rolling clockwise, pausing and anti-clockwise. Tempest’s hoof caressed her own clit to mimic the rotations of her tongue. Sunset on the other hoof, could achieve orgasms without a single finger, or hoof in this case, touching her intimate areas. The ropes yawned and squeaked with every kick of her unicorn legs and arch of her back. Trixie refocused on the mare wriggling in front of her; unable to escape thanks to Tempest’s restraints. Dragging the magic hands over Sunset’s fluffy underbelly, neck and crotch boobs until all three of the mares threw their heads back and climaxed.
Once Tempest unfastened Sunset’s bindings, threw the ropes off the bed onto the floor, all three of the mares flopped onto the bed in a cuddle pile. Sunset barely had enough strength to dismiss the magic hands before rolling over between Trixie and Tempest. She drifted off for a few moments. Or so she assumed. The sunlight peeking through the gap in the curtains had changed colour indicating that it was no longer morning. When she woke up, it took Sunset a few moments to remember where she was. Her gaze drifted between Trixie and Tempest, who was returning to the room, softly closing the door to avoid waking Sunset or Trixie.
“It’s okay. I’m awake and she’ll sleep through almost anything.”
“That’sss Good.”
“I forgot to say this earlier. We should do this again sometime.” Sunset beamed a hopeful smile.
“How long are the two of you staying?” Tempest asked.
“When does Twilight return?” Sunset did want to say hello to Twilight before leaving.
“I’m unsure. You two can stay with me until the Princesses return from their obligations.”
“I’d like that.” Sunset smiled, casting her gaze to Trixie, who was still dead to the world.
“How did the Princesses meet you?”
“I tried to destroy everything but Twilight showed me there was another way. You?”
Tempest sighed heavily. “Yeah, me too.”
“Wait…Princesses? Uh, Celestia-”
“You don’t know? The Elements of Harmony ascended to alicorns too. Something about friendship. I’ll show you and your girlfriend what has changed. Where are you from?”
“N-not Equestria.”
Sunset didn’t realise that Tempest had disregarded sleep entirely until she felt the bed moved. It creaked. Tempest slid down to put away the restraints. Or so Sunset thought.
“What are you doing over there?” Sunset whispered, her stomach twisted itself in knots. Tempest walked back to Sunset’s side of the bed, holding the ropes in a cloud of magic. Sunset’s eyes widened. That wasn’t right! Horns as broken as Tempest’s couldn’t produce magic. Tempest’s horn hadn’t produced the smallest spark since their arrival.
“What’sss wrong?” The imposter Tempest asked with the slightest hiss in her voice.
“I think I heard Twilight and her friends.” Sunset lied.
“Where?!” The imposter turned and ran to the window, throwing back the curtains. Sunset took the chance to levitate the heaviest piece of furniture that she could find and drop it on the back of the imposter’s head. The imposter squealed and collapsed. The illusion flickering while their concentration was broken. What Sunset saw would stick in her memory for the rest of her life. The creature was pony shaped but instead of soft coloured fur, it had a shiny black skin full of holes that reminded Sunset of plastic. Its horn was long and warped. Its wings were insect-like and it had a maw of jagged teeth.
Sunset immediately shook Trixie awake.
“There is no time to explain. We HAVE to get out of here!”
Sunset wasted no time, shoving Trixie out of the bedroom before the blue mare fully woke up.
“What in Celestia’s name is going on? Why are we running?”
“We’re not safe. There is something in the castle that can transform into other ponies.”
Sunset rattle door knobs until she found one that opened.
“Quick! In here.”
“Looking like other ponies?” Sunset could hear the metaphorical gears turning in Trixie’s head. “A Changeling?!” She gasped. “Where?”
It took Sunset a few moments to recall what Trixie told her about the non-pony creatures of Equestria. Before Sunset could answer her girlfriend, she opened the door to see Tempest stuck to the wall by a viscous, green sticky goo and with only minor injuries.
Sunset ran forward to free Tempest, but then she stopped after wiping the goo covering Tempest’s muzzle with her hoof.
“How do we know you’re the real Tempest?”
“Would that creature injure itself and tie itself up?”
Sunset narrowed her eyes. Despite the fact Tempest couldn’t use magic, her broken horn was covered by goo, as if that could stop a regular unicorn from using their magic.
“What are our names?” Trixie asked.
“Sunset Shimmer and Trixie Lulamoon.”
“Your name?”
“Tempest Shadow.”
“No, your real name. Come on. Whisper it to Sunset.”
“We don’t have time for these silly games.”
“What does that prove?” Sunset asked Trixie before leaning in for Tempest to whisper.
“We met the real Tempest when we…” Trixie coughed and blushed. “…you know.”
“Of course I’m real. Don’t make me do this.”
Trixie gave Tempest the puppy-eyes she gave Sunset to get her own way. Tempest rolled her eyes and whispered. “Fizzlepop Berrytwist.”
Trixie looked to Sunset for confirmation, who nodded.
“Can you both stop this silliness now?”
Together, Trixie and Sunset freed Tempest.
“You’re both in danger and there is no way to contact the Princesses.”
“We have magic.”
“I don’t know where the Princesses went. I knew I shouldn’t have returned. Everywhere I go, ponies get hurt. It might have been a diversion to infiltrate the castle. Magic doesn’t solve everything!” Spoken with the sincerity of someone who resented her disability.
“Is there somewhere we can hide that only the real Twilight would know where to look?”
“Actually, there might be one place. Follow me. Be quiet and vigilant. Don’t fall behind.”
Despite travelling Equestria like she told Twilight Sparkle she would, Tempest still thought, spoke and acted like a soldier. It would take time, friendship and therapy to reverse. Time the unlikely threesome would not have if the Changelings captured them.
