From the moment she got her invitation, Trixie was a bit suspicious.
The very idea of a super secret meet-up of powerful unicorn mages naturally sent tingles through Trixie's dramatic, extravagant, showman’s heart, and that wasn't even factoring in the host of the festivities. Trixie always believed, genuinely and despite a lack of evidence, that Twilight Sparkle was up to something. No one could possibly be that nice, that noble, that sickeningly good. If she hadn't already promised herself to the performing arts, Trixie would have dedicated her life towards ousting her rival and revealing whatever dark secrets the so-called savior of Equestria had.
Of course, barring that, Trixie would settle for drinking all of Twilight's liquor, which made this something of a win-win for her.
“You okay, Trixie?” A hand to the shoulder rustled Trixie from her deep thought, but she relaxed slightly at the sound of Starlight’s voice. Even though Starlight had managed to fall for Twilight's friendship indoctrination, Trixie still valued her friendship immensely. Starlight's presence was primarily what led Trixie forward, through the corridors of the Friendship Castle. “You seem nervous.”
“Me? Nervous?” Trixie puffed out her chest, her ample breasts straining the buttons of her blouse. Starlight had advised her to dress casually, which to Trixie meant “show off as much as possible in hopes of making Twilight jealous”, and she believed she did so quite effectively; Her blouse was tied off above her navel, showing off the crescent moon piercing she proudly wore, and her skirt was so short that it didn't quite meet the hem of her snug fishnet stockings. Quite the looker, if you were to ask Trixie herself, though Starlight often teased her about her rather promiscuous fashion sense. “Do you hear yourself, Starlight? What could possibly make someone like The Great Trixie nervous?”
“Maybe the fear of embarrassing yourself in front of Twilight?” suggested Starlight. “Or Sunset Shimmer. You haven't met her yet, have you?”
“Sunset, Twilight, Sunrise, No Light, it makes no difference!” proclaimed Trixie, performing boldly to an audience that existed largely in her own mind. “They simply pale in comparison to Trixie's brilliance.”
“Okay, if you say so. Just try not to start any fights, okay?” Starlight raised her fist up to the door and gently rapped her knuckles against the wooden door to the den. “Sunset is nice, but she’s a little spicy, y’know?”
“You worry too much! There won’t be any fighting tonight.” Trixie grinned with the most unshakable confidence, which only worried Starlight more. “And if there was, Trixie’s naturally charismatic, disarming personality would surely—”
“Wow, your Trixie has a big mouth too, huh?”
The door swung inward, and the pair were met not by their host, but by Sunset Shimmer. She smirked, looking from Trixie to Starlight, letting her eyes linger on the latter. Starlight did much the same, giving Sunset a healthy look up and down. Tight jeans and a black tank top of some Mirror World band was the perfect look for the somewhat intense Sunset, and Starlight’s softer, stylish purple blouse and bell bottoms made for the exactly the sort of outfit Sunset wanted to see Starlight in.
Of course, both preferred the other to be wearing nothing at all, but that normally wasn’t until a few drinks anyway.
“You finally made it. Good,” said Sunset. “Good to see you, Starlight. You look great.”
“Oh, stop. If I look great, then you're looking amazing.” The two shared a little giggle, all while Trixie watched on impatiently. It took a few moments, and a nudge from Trixie, to snap Starlight out of her flirtations. “Oh, sorry. Trixie, this is Sunset Shimmer. And Sunset—”
“Wait, let me do it!” Sunset posed with one hand on her hip, the other extended above her head, and titled her nose up to the heavens before her bold proclamation. “The Great and Powerful Trrrixie!”
“Finally! One of Twilight's friends with some good taste! A fan, then? You must have seen some of Trixie's performances or…” Trixie trailed off, leering as the giggles intensified. “Oh. You're mocking Trixie.”
“Only a smidge. Don't worry, it's all in good fun. I have my own Trixie back home, I can't help but tease her a little.” Sunset winked. “Guess it's a sign of affection.”
“If you're done flirting, I'm sure Twilight is waiting for us,” remarked Starlight with a smirk.
“Oh, don't you worry, Glims,” Sunset promised. “I’m nowhere near done flirting.”
With that, Sunset made her way into the den, with Starlight and Trixie close behind. The door swung shut behind them, going largely unnoticed by the three as they approached their awaiting host; Princess Twilight was keeping herself busy at the bar, her lavender cocktail dress perfectly balancing classy elegance and steamy sex appeal, and she turned around with a tray of glasses for the coming drinks.
“Girls, come on, I already said no to the strippers,” said Twilight with a sly grin. “It's not that kind of party.”
“Oh, please.” Trixie rolled her eyes as she strutted forward to meet her nemesis. “Even if Trixie was a stripper, you couldn't afford her.”
“Good to see you, too, Trixie. I’ve wanted to have you over for drinks like this for a while, but our schedules never seem to line up.” The princess floated around a series of cocktail shakers and liquor bottles in her powerful arcane grasp. “Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but you're an Old Fashioned kind of girl, right?"
“That's just what she says to sound sophisticated and cool,” said Starlight with a snort. “Give her a Cosmo, extra cranberry. She hates the taste of liquor.”
“A fellow basic bitch, nice!” said Sunset. “I'll do one, too!”
“Might as well make it three.” Trixie stared daggers at her friend, who just shrugged. “Hey, what can I say? Whenever we go out together, your drink is tasty.”
“You can't just make fun of someone and then steal their order, that's not fair!” Even as Trixie complained, she accepted the bright, colorful, fruity drink that Twilight had instantaneously crafted, and took a sip. “Hm, not bad… I suppose even you can get some things right, Sparkle.”
“Wow, that was almost a compliment. Lucky me, I should go buy a lottery ticket.” Twilight smiled and stepped aside, gesturing to the table. “Come on, have a seat, all of you. I know I was being a bit catty, but it is actually nice to see you, Trixie. It's been a while since you've come around town.”
“Advancing the mystical arts is a full-time job,” remarked Trixie, taking a seat at the table. Starlight sat beside her, while Sunset and Twilight got comfortable across from them. “Besides restoring some very old Griffonian witchcraft, Trixie has also been crafting her own spellcircle.”
“Ooh, you're getting into Circling? That's amazing!” Twilight was on the edge of her seat, the prospect of a deep, insightful magickal discussion temporarily overwriting her typical “friendly” bickering with Trixie. “I just got done certifying my first circle a few months ago, and let me tell you, the world of spellcasting really opens up when you can cast off of your own circle. We should compare notes, I’m very curious as to how your linework differs—”
“Goddess Celestia, put me out of my misery,” groaned Sunset, rolling her eyes. “If I would’ve known you two were gonna nerd out like this, I would’ve made plans for me and Starlight to sneak out to a bar.”
“Yeah, great idea,” snickered Starlight. “By the time we got back, they’d have killed each other.”
A flash went across Sunset’s face, a spark of realization that blossomed into pure, unbridled, chaotic mischief. She grinned, her eyes darting to Twilight, who seemed to be holding back a smirk of her own. It took Starlight a bit longer to piece it together. It wasn’t until she replayed Sunset’s last sentence in her head did it click, and her eyes went wide. Before she could mention how bad of an idea Sunset’s was, Sunset herself jumped to claim her opportunity.
“Hey, Twi, how about a game?” said Sunset deviously. “The Trixie I know was quite the gambler. I assume yours is the same?”
“Oh, is that what this is? Unicorn mage poker night?” snorted Trixie. “I’ll have you know, Trixie never loses. Play at your own peril.”
“Not poker. I’m a fan of roulette, personally,”said Twilight. She made absolutely certain to look Starlight in the eyes, to communicate that her concern wasn’t being overlooked, but rather, ignored entirely. She stood up from her seat, and slowly crossed the room to her bar cart. “Think you can handle a game or two?”
“Roulette? Chance, pure chance! Of course you’d prefer it to a real game.”
“Don’t worry, this isn’t your standard ruleset. I’ve modified the game significantly now that there’s a rather significant element of skill involved.” Twilight produced a set of shot glasses from the bar cart, as well as a sleek, sexy black bottle with no label, inscription, or any other identifier; Though she tried not to show it, Trixie was intrigued immediately. “And the rules say that, if you want to play, you have to drink first. So, what do you say, Trixie? Feeling lucky?”
“Luck will have nothing to do with it. Trixie is in.” The magician slammed her palms down onto the table, boosting herself forward to stare defiantly at her rival. “Let's go.”
Twilight grinned, slowly pouring out a shot for Trixie. A thick, shimmering golden liquid filled the glass, unlike any liquor Trixie had ever seen. She tried to withhold her confused examination, and she accepted the shot with an uncharacteristic silence. Twilight did the same for herself, leaving two glasses beside her. She glanced in Sunset’s direction, and offered the bottle, but Sunset just shook her head.
“Me and Glim will just watch this first round,” said Sunset. “We’ll have a go after. Sound good, Glims?”
“Fine by me,” said Starlight with a shrug. “Good luck, girls. Have fun.”
“Just you and me then.” Twilight raised her glass and, after a brief moment of hesitation, Trixie met it with her own. The clink of their glasses cut through the quiet as loud as a gunshot to Trixie, who tried with all of her might to keep from trembling. “Cheers.”
With no small amount of suspicion, Trixie watched Twilight take down her shot, and only then did she endeavor to take a drink of her own; The golden liquid went down smooth, not nearly as thick as it initially appeared. Trixie thought it tasted something a bit like gin, but with a strong additional flavor of spearmint. It chilled her down to the very bone, curling her toes and sending the hairs on her arms standing on end before the cold faded into a strange, bubbling, brewing heat. It wasn’t long before every last inch of Trixie’s body was tingling, with much of the sensation focused between her legs. The magician’s eyebrows went up, and all it took was one glance at Twilight’s face, heavy with lust and desire, for Trixie to work out at least the beginnings of what was going on.
“Unbelievable,” snorted Trixie. Without a moment of hesitation, without even really seeming to give it much thought, Trixie hiked up her ineffectual microskirt and used her magic to roll her purple panties down the length of her legs. The soaked garment stopped halfway down the length of Trixie’s black fishnets, which was more than enough space for the magician to stuff two fingers into her horny cunt, much to the amusement of her friends around her. “Did Celestia know you were a pervert before she gave you a kingdom?”
“Who do you think taught me?” snickered Twilight. Much like her so-called rival, Twilight didn’t waste much time before she rubbed at her pussy, with just as much vigor as Trixie. “Man, some of the stories I could tell… Celestia made me swear not to spill the details, but let’s just say the Goddess of the Sun? Freaky like you would not believe.”
“Man, you actually fucked Celestia?” groaned Sunset. “I used to zone out during Applied Magickal Ethics, just staring at her tits all class. Some people have all the luck…”
“Gotta admit, I'm really struggling with the logic here,” said Starlight, watching with amusement as her two friends seemed to attempt to claw their pussies clean off. “So you take one shot, pull down your panties and go to town, and yet somehow Twilight is the pervert?”
“Don't be naive! This is some sort of aphrodisiac potion, obviously.” Trixie rolled her eyes, but continued to molest herself, feeling the burning pleasure rise higher and higher with each electric motion of her finger against her own flesh. “Let Trixie guess, the game involves avoiding climax? You want to watch Trixie get off, is that it? You want to see Trixie panting and whining as she creeps nearer and nearer to her breaking point until the dam finally breaks and she cums right here at your table. Is Trixie right? Or is she really right?”
“Heh. Perceptive,” said Twilight with a grin. Her voice warbled slightly under the strain of her pleasure, and there was a subtle—but noticeable—shift in her tone. “You got the rules of the game mostly right, anyway.”
“I bet you'd just love to feel Trixie. To kneel before her. To taste her.” Trixie bit her lip, doing all that she could to restrain herself despite the potion’s power. She knew she couldn't last forever, but she didn't have to; all she had to do was last longer than Twilight. “You’ve always been jealous of Trixie, not that anyone could blame you. Beauty, grace, talent, and power! And unlike you, Trixie earned every last bit of it! So unfortunately, princess, the only way your lips are coming anywhere near Trixie's body is if they're puckered up so you can kiss my ass!”
Trixie wasn't entirely sure why she said these things just then. Of course, it wasn't completely unusual for her to go on these sorts of rants, especially after a particularly stressful show. Even still, Trixie generally had the good sense to keep the bulk of her bitterness and sexual tension to herself. Something about the potion had loosened her tongue, and she finally let out what she had fantasized of telling her rival for years.
And her blood ran cold when, instead of an angry retort, Twilight Sparkle just gave a soft, genuine laugh.
“Is that what you think? You think I'm jealous? That I want you?” chuckled Twilight. “For once in your life, Trixie, be real. I'm a lot of things, but one thing that I'm not is a fucking bottom. So if anyone is going to be on their knees, it sure as three hells won't be me.”
“Hey, girls, let's maybe—” Starlight reached forward, to stop the situation from escalating, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her; Sunset grinned as she pulled Starlight back, positively giddy with the direction that the night was taking. “Sunny, this is getting out of hand.”
“Duh. That's why it's fun!” Sunset looked to her friend, hoping to peer-pressure her into letting it go. Starlight, however, didn't flinch or falter, and so Sunset was forced to do probably her least favorite thing: compromise. “Fine, fine. If they start to actually fight, then we can stop them, okay?”
“Ugh… fine.”
“Fuck… You know what your problem is, Sparkle?” As she spoke, Trixie swung a leg up onto the tabletop, almost as if to invite Twilight in. “You have no respect for Trixie! You think you're so much better and—”
“Think? I don't think I'm better, Trixie. I know I'm better. You're a good mage, you always have been, but I'm just better.” Twilight stood up, almost immediately relying on the tabletop for support. Despite the weakness in her legs, there was strength in her voice, and power in her gnarled, feral smirk. “You think I don’t respect you, why? Because I’m too nice to treat you the way you treat me? No, Trixie, the reason I choose not to engage in your petty bullshit is because I’m better at that, too. And when I win this game, you’re going to have no choice but to finally face facts, admit that I’m the better mage, and beg for a taste of this superior pussy!”
Trixie thought that she was in control. She thought that she was monitoring her pleasure closely. She thought she was a shoe-in for this. And yet, from the moment that Twilight fired back, Trixie felt something in her change. Finally, the perfect pretty princess showed her true colors, revealed that she wasn’t as morally flawless as she let on. This was the Twilight that Trixie had always wanted to see, the one who refused the high road and wasn’t afraid to shoot out a low blow. It was refreshing, relieving, hot. So hot that, before Trixie could make sense of what was going on, she let out a howl and a squeal; Trixie thrashed against her hand, her numb fingers twitching against her twitching, quivering walls for what felt like an eternity. She went limp, breathing heavily as she watched Twilight across the table reach her own limit just a few moments after Trixie had. Twilight grunted with unrestrained delight, then went still and dropped back into her seat, blowing an errant strand of hair from her sweaty face.
“Ready to play?” huffed Twilight. Trixie’s trembling eyes betrayed her stoney facade, and Twilight smirked. “What, you thought that was the game? Honey, that was just the buy-in. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, do you?”
“Do… your… worst…” breathed Trixie, with what initially appeared to be her usual brand of deranged, delusional confidence. Starlight, however, could see right through it; This time, it was insincere, too. “Whatever your game, Trixie will win.”
“Sunset? Care to deal us in?”
“Can I just say that you're way hotter than you let on?” Sunset bustled over to the bar cart, digging in its shelves for a moment before emerging with a sleek black case, which she carried to the table. She set it down between the two players and flipped it open, away from Trixie so that she couldn’t see precisely what it was that Sunset had. “You put on the super vanilla nice girl act, but you’re, like,, the sexiest kind of messy when you wanna be.”
“We shouldn’t be encouraging her,” noted Starlight.”When we agreed to invite Trixie, I thought part of that was the assumption that all parties would play nice.”
“While your defense is appreciated, Starlight, The Great Trixie does not need your pity. Besides… This is the most I’ve gotten on with Sparkle since we met.” Despite having just climaxed, Trixie still fidgeted in her seat, rubbing her thighs against each other all while staring daggers at her long-time rival. “This is all Trixie ever wanted, for you to have the decency of treating me like an equal rival. Instead of the way you love to condescend and look down on me.”
“Don’t you worry, Trix. If you enjoyed that little rant, then you’re in for a treat,” giggled Twilight. “Because I can get pretty aggressive when I’m horny, and the potion we just drank is only going to turn us on more. Each orgasm will leave us wanting more.”
“There’s only one way to make it stop,” said Sunset with a grin. Her hand slowly rose from the case. “And that’s to play.”
Sunset shut the case, and slowly set something down onto the table between Twilight and Trixie. At first, the magician was confused, not entirely certain as to what she was looking at. But, as Sunset pulled her hand away and Trixie was able to get a better look, it became obvious; A long, elegant, sexy revolver sat on the table, its beauty only enhanced by its dangerous lethality. Next to the revolver, Sunset placed one singular round, and smiled.
“Oh. Oh, I see,” said Trixie with a slow nod. “You’re mental. All three of you, you’re mad!”
“Rules are easy. One bullet in the chamber.” Sunset loaded the weapon as she explained, and spun the cylinder three times over to ensure a truly fair game. “You keep touching yourselves, and if you cum, you put the gun to your head and you pull the trigger. Last woman standing wins.”
“Unless, of course, you’re scared,” remarked Twilight. “In which case I suppose I’ll accept a forfeit, and we can play Spades or something.”
“So what? If I don’t want to shoot myself in the head, that makes Trixie some sort of scaredy-cat?” snorted Trixie. Despite her bold words, there was a noticeable unease creeping into her voice. “You think Trixie is a coward?”
“A coward? No, no, of course not, don’t be silly.” Twilight smirked. “I think you’re a pussy.”
And, with just a few choice words and a childish insult, Twilight had erased every ounce of doubt from Trixie’s mind.
“Show your tits,” said Trixie with a snarl. Twilight cocked a brow, her hand pausing at her dress’ neckline. Trixie saw the brief moment of hesitation, and barked out her fury. “You think Trixie won’t play? Show your tits, make me cum, and Trixie will show you who’s the pussy.”
“Oh, Trixie…” Twilight sighed, before yanking the front of her dress down; Her perky purple tits bounced from their confines, staring right back at Trixie. With one hand—the one that wasn’t two knuckles deep in her cunt—Twilight groped herself, teasing her firm, stiff nipple between her fingers. “You do realize that the point of the game is not to cum, right?”
“The point of the game is to make you look stupid. The Great Trixie is no pussy.” Trixie grunted and groaned as she grinded against her hand, devouring her rival’s luscious body. Her heart skipped the closer she got to the edge, her breathy moans making her lasting glare rather difficult to maintain. Despite her confidence, it was quite evident who was really in control; When Twilight played with her breast, Trixie rubbed her cunt faster. When Twilight slowed, so too did Trixie. The princess had her rival wrapped around her finger, whether Trixie would admit it or not. “Just you wait. Trixie is going to give you a round for free, and you’ll still lose, o’ precious Princess Twilight!”
“Big talk, as usual. Let’s see if you still feel so confident when you have that gun at your temple.” Twilight flicked her own nipple before leaning in and letting her tongue hang out of her mouth. “Be a good girl and cum for your princess.”
She hated it. From the bottom of her heart, Trixie hated every smug, superior, pretentious word past Twilight’s soft, lush, kissable lips. She hated her knowing, luminous violet eyes. She hated her every alluring curve, every taunting flash of skin, every perfect strand of hair atop her beautiful head. Trixie absolutely loathed the Princess of Friendship, and she despised how hard she came around her own fingers while staring at Twilight’s flawless form. Trixie had to bite down on her own jaw to avoid screaming out, huffing and puffing as she rode the wave of pleasure to its completion. As the pleasure leveled out with the end of her wholly unsatisfying orgasm, Trixie’s cheeks flushed red, and she couldn’t bring herself to look Twilight in the eyes. So embarrassing, Trixie felt like she could die on the spot.
Trixie peeked through her lashes at the gun on the table, and was hit with the heavy realization that she might just get her wish.
“F-fuck…” whimpered Trixie. Her eyes landed square on the gun, absorbing the gravity of the moment until Trixie heard Twilight snicker. Her eyes shot up, and she was a bit surprised by Twilight's expression. No concern, no regret, none of her typical gentle kindness. All that Trixie could read from her rival was bloodlust. “What's s-so funny?”
“You were so eager to prove your point, that you didn't even think about what that point is,” said Twilight. She broke into a smile, and used her magic to nudge the gun towards Trixie. “You made your bed, Trixie. Time to sleep in it.”
“This… this was your plan all along, wasn't it? Get me to go first, but the gun is gimmicked, is that it? You made it seem random, but I bet that the first pill of the trigger will—” There was a metallic click from the middle of the table; Twilight’s magical purple aura had hold over the pistol, the trigger squeezed to fire. Twilight used her magic to raise the revolver from the table and spin the cylinder again to reset the game. “Okay… Still, you—”
“Trixie, you've talked long enough. You wanted to prove that you're on my level.” Twilight threw the gun forward, the clattering of metal against the smooth crystal table making Trixie jump in surprise. “Do it. No second thoughts now.”
“Fine. Rigged or not, Trixie won't lose.” As Trixie grabbed the weapon, she reached deep within herself for another serving of false bravado. She put the barrel beneath her chin, and she grit her teeth defiantly at Twilight. “Trixie doesn't lose.”
CLICK!
Trixie tossed the gun down like a hot coal, much to the collective amusement of the group around her. Even Starlight, Trixie's one true ally, was snickering. At that moment, the magician didn't care. All Trixie could hear was that click, bouncing around in her head as loud as anything. The anxiety, then relief, and then, lingering after all of it, was the buzzing, prickly rush of adrenaline. Her hands shook and her heart thumped against her ribs. Trixie felt sick, like she was going to throw up, or worse. And still, somehow despite—or perhaps even because of—the adrenaline spike, Trixie was still so horny that she shoved her hand back beneath her skirt to further rub her cunt.
“Impressive,” said Twilight, moaning into her fist as she spoke. “Fuck… You really did it, huh? I thought for sure you’d need Starlight to hold your hand.”
“You couldn’t give Trixie her flowers to save your life.” Trixie rolled her eyes, keeping the bulk of her attention on the gun on the table. She watched as Twilight reached forward and wrapped her trembling fingers around the grip of the revolver. Trixie gripped her seat anxiously, each wild brandish of the firearm triggering some instinct in Trixie. Despite her commitment to the absurd contest, it seemed that some corner of her clouded mind still wanted to get the hell out of there. “W-What’re you…?”
“I’m close… Just… Hnnnnf….” Twilight squealed into her hand, her body quivering from the force of her orgasm. The princess rode the pleasure, and in one swift movement, brought the barrel of the revolver to her temple. Trixie reached out, the manifestation of her instincts, but she stopped when she heard the weapon’s click. The gun slipped from between Twilight’s fingers and clattered to the tabletop. There was much panting and heaving as the rivals caught their breath, their game still a perfect stalemate. “Fuck, so hot…”
“Hey, Glim,” said Sunset, her voice hot and heavy, her eyes lidded with the weight of her lust and desire. “How’s about we make things a little more interesting for our players?”
“Oh? What do you have in mind, hm?” Starlight stood up to meet Sunset, making it clear that she already had some guesses as to Sunset’s intentions.
“Yeah, maybe what these girls need to reach the next level…” Sunset wrapped her arms around Starlight’s middle, and pulled her in close by the waist. “Is a little show. How does that sound, hot stuff?”
“Hm…. It sounds like you just want an excuse to make out in front of our friends.” Starlight leaned in close, her lips dancing just before touching Sunset’s. “Pervert.”
“You’re getting pretty close for that to be a no…”
“Oh, I wasn’t clear? Here, I’ll be a little more obvious…”
With bated breath and wide eyes, Trixie watched Starlight dive in, her lips meeting Sunset’s with passion and fire. Wet licks and smacking lips melded with the horny breathing of the two players, serenading the gathering with their perverse symphony. Though Starlight was the one who had initiated, it was Sunset who was the primary aggressor; She all but ripped Starlight’s jeans apart in an attempt to undo her button, so that she could slide a hand past her waistband. With her tongue up above, and her fingers down below, Sunset played Starlight like a fiddle, each sloppy kiss and breathy moan encouraging the players at the table to finger their cunts all the harder.
“You know what?” panted Starlight, staring past Sunset at the table. “How about we add to the stakes?”
“We’re playing Russian Roulette,” spat Trixie. “How exactly do you get to higher stakes than that?”
“I’m going to fuck the loser.” Trixie went still, save for her hand that just kept fucking her needy hole, as if it had a mind of its own. Even Twilight and Sunset were taken aback by Starlight’s sudden ante up, though the way Sunset worked her fingers and moaned while nipping at Starlight’s neck made it evident that she, at least, had no complaints. “Yeah, you heard me. In fact… Sunset, baby, hands off for a second.”
“Aww, just when I get my paws on you…” Sunset pulled her hand away from Starlight’s cunt, but did nothing to stop her oral assault upstairs. Even as she forced her tongue past Starlight’s soft, tender lips, she couldn’t help but notice the twinkling of unicorn magic above her, nor could she ignore the thick, hot, girthy mass that was extending out between the two; Sunset glanced down just as the last sparkles of magic danced off of Starlight’s new cock, about as thick and long as her forearm, and drooling precum greedily onto the floor. “Oh fuck, that’s hot…”
“See this, girls?” Starlight wiggled her hips, swinging her hefty mare meat like a pendulum, almost hypnotizing the horny gamblers. “One of you is going to blow your brains all over the wall, and when you do, I’m going to shove my big, fat, nasty dick in your cold, limp body.”
“T-Trixie thought you were supposed to be the voice of reason,” complained Trixie. “Where’s all this talk coming from, huh?”
“I may not have taken the potion, but watching you two has gotten me horny like you wouldn’t believe. Speaking of…” Starlight swung her cock into Sunset’s thigh, with an audibly wet thump. “You can get back to it.Just make sure not to make me cum. I want my first load with this thing to be in my friend’s corpse.”
“Gimme that fucking tongue.” Sunset's hand couldn't quite fit around Starlight's fat tool, but that didn't stop her from stroking the impressive slab of meat while she leaned in to continue tongue-fucking the inside of Starlight's mouth. Starlight couldn't keep her hands to herself any longer, and she pawed animalistically under Sunset's shirt while they kissed. The two were so horny, so hungry for each other, that they only broke apart from lashing tongues in order to draw in a sharp breath here and there, and to shoot a sexy barb at the players. “Keep schlicking girls, I'm ready to see one of you die.”
“Sounds like heaven, doesn't it?” Trixie’s toes curled in her fishnets as she spoke, the effects of the potion making strategy all but impossible. Even still, she understood that the more she played, the worse her chances. So the best move would be to avoid playing entirely, by making Twilight have a go instead. “You'd probably love to see that, wouldn't you? Trixie blows her own head off, and then you get to watch her body be defiled by her best friend. Your rival, finally gone.”
“Heh. D-do you really think that's what this is about? That I want you gone?” Twilight's voice warbled, and she reached forward to wrap her trembling fingers around the handle of the gun. She pulled it close, up to her chest and her racing heart. Despite the intensity of the situation, Twilight still managed a smile. “Trixie, I invited you to this because this… this is the most intense fun on Earth, and I wanted to share it with you.” A shivering moan escaped the princess, and she pressed the barrel under her chin, just as Trixie had before. “Oh f-fuck… I'm close…”
“Do it, Twi!” Sunset had to crane her head away in order to speak, though this didn't stop Starlight in her apparent attempts to devour her right on the spot. “Pull the trigger. Spray your fucking brains out!”
“F-fuck… Oh fuck, yes!” The table shook, from Twilight jittering and bumping into it from the intensity of her impending climax. She locked eyes with Trixie, and smiled manically from ear to ear. Naturally, this put Trixie off, for all of two seconds before she steadied herself and stared right back at her rival. Trixie gave a nod, and Twilight gripped her revolver tighter. All the while, her quivering pussy screamed for relief, the likes of which Twilight was more than happy to provide. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”
“Do it!”
BANG!
The fire of the gun was far and away the loudest thing Trixie had ever experienced. She didn’t just hear it, though the sound was enough to ring loudly in her ears, but she felt it just as much. A boom and a thud in her chest, like a bad stereo with a bit too much bass. A geyser of bloody skull fragments sprayed up, splattering the ceiling with Equestria’s most gifted mind. Twilight’s body slumped in her chair, her last crazed, psychotic grin permanently burned into her features. Trixie couldn’t take her eyes off of her rival, slain by her own hand. It was horrible, terrible, tragic. Even for as often as the two fought, Trixie understood as much. But that didn’t stop relief from washing over her, nor did it stop the satisfaction she felt at finally besting her storied nemesis; It most certainly did not stop Trixie from sending her hand into overdrive, and she fingered herself to orgasm at the sight of Twilight across from her, with her brains exploded out of the top of her skull.
“F-fuck…” huffed Trixie. Even though she hadn’t even completely ridden out her orgasm, the potion compelled her to continue abusing her cunt in pursuit of the next. “She’s… gone… Trixie wins! Holy sh-shit…”
“Aww. Shame.” Starlight pulled herself away from Sunset, her eyes locked onto the still corpse of her mentor. “If I’m being honest… I was rooting for Twilight.”
“Some friend you turned out to be.”
“Don’t be that way.” Starlight strolled over to where Twilight’s body lay and pushed her forward in her chair. The princess’ cadaver tumbled forward, face-first onto the table, and Starlight wasted little time in pulling her dress up to expose Twilight’s cunt. “I only wanted her to win because stuffing your corpse with my cock sounded better to me.”
“Don’t worry, Glims. I’ll keep her pussy warm for you.” Sunset stepped forward, earning an alarmed chirp from Trixie; at some point, when Trixie was preoccupied with the game, Sunset had evidently followed in Starlight’s footsteps and gifted herself with a fat, eager cock of her own. “Though it sounds like maybe you’d prefer it cold.”
“Oh,, sweet Celestia, yes…” Starlight slid into Twilight easily, and quickly went about rocking the table with the force of her thrusts into Twilight’s dead cunt. “What’re you just standing there for? Are you going to fuck her or not?”
“D-does Trixie not get a say?” whined Trixie. Some part of her wanted to look away, avert her eyes, but she just couldn’t do it. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined Starlight stooping to this, with Twilight, no less. “We just met…”
“You’re not fooling anyway, Trixie. The way you’re killing your kitty over there, I doubt you’d say no to some cock.” Sunset grinned, gripping her third leg tightly and giving it a slow, heavy pendulum swing. “So why don't you be a good girl and lay down on the table?”
Trixie didn't even have time to think about it before her body was moving, clambering onto the table and laying out on her back. Sunset descended onto her like a starved beast, clawing Trixie's legs apart to secure her prize. Hard cock in hand, she slowly teased Trixie's swollen, quivering, anguishing pussy with her flare until, to her surprise, Starlight stopped her with an outstretched palm.
“What's up?” said Sunset, puzzled. “If you wanna switch already, you're gonna have to give me a sec, Trixie is basically begging for it right now.”
“Am n-not!” lied Trixie.
“You're an even worse liar than a magician, and you're a pretty shit magician.”
“Trixie came,” said Starlight simply. “When Twilight lost, Trixie came right after. She thought we didn't notice, but I did. And we all know the rules, so…” Starlight pried the still-smoking gun from Twilight's grasp, and used her magic to load another round. She spun the cylinder and floated the weapon across the table and into Sunset’s hand. “Your turn, Trixie.”
“B-but… Trixie won!” complained Trixie. “Trixie won, the game is over!”
”Sorry, Trix, but the game doesn't end when there's a winner. It ends when there's no more players.” Sunset pressed down the hammer, and pointed the gun square in the center of Trixie’s face. “Suck it, slut.”
Whether from shock, fear or arousal, or perhaps some deranged blend of the three, Trixie found herself obeying; She parted her lips, and wrapped them gingerly around the barrel of the gun that had just killed her friend. Trixie could still taste the acrid smoke, and the metal was still a bit hot from firing, but she just kept sucking. Out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out Twilight’s corpse rocking and bumping not even a foot from Trixie’s head. Starlight moaned and she doubled down on Twilight’s pussy. She gave the deceased royal’s ass a slap before she increased pace, each thrust sending Twilight’s body flopping limply forward.
“You ready, Trix? This might be the big one,” cooed Sunset. She teased Trixie’s cunt with her flare, just barely resisting the urge to slide into her wet folds and blow the magician’s head open like an overripe melon. “Are you ready to die?”
“W-wait!” Some would presume that it’d be impossible to speak clearly with a gun in your mouth, but if anyone was going to manage, it’d be Trixie. She reached up and, after Sunset showed no sign of stopping her, Trixie pulled the weapon from her lips. “This isn’t right…”
“Save it, Trix. Your chances of talking yourself out of this went out the window when Sicko Glimmer over there went off the deep end,” chuckled Sunset. Starlight’s eyes shot up, but even Sunset’s teasing couldn’t completely distract Starlight from drilling Twilight’s corpse. “She was the last straight man, but if she’s a corpse-fucking creep then I don’t think she’s coming to help you.”
“Only reason I’m fucking her now is because I called dibs first,” said Starlight. “If you would’ve spoken up first, we both know you’d be dumping a load in Twi by now. You’re just as much a sicko as me.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“N-no. Not trying to talk my way out,” promised Trixie. She gulped, barely able to focus on her own words from the blinding, maddening tingle between her legs. “Just… The rules say you have to do it yourself, right? S-so if this really is Trixie’s finale… Then Trixie will be the one to do it.” She reached forward for the pistol, before it dfanced just out of her grasp from Sunset’s hesitance. “Give me the gun. Trixie isn’t about to get to heaven just for Sparkle to say it doesn’t count because someone else pulled the trigger.”
“Now we're talking.” Sunset turned the gun over, offering Trixie the handle. Trixie nearly missed grabbing it, her hands were so shaky, but she managed to keep hold of the weapon and gracelessly press the barrel to her temple. “Wait, wait, don't shoot yet. I wanna split that tight ass open first.”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, Sunset gave them what they both wanted; She lowered her sights, past Trixie’s greedy, starving cunt, and forced her fat cockhead into her. The sensation was unlike anything the magician had ever felt before, shocking her to her core. Split was certainly an apt word for Sunset to use, because it felt to Trixie as though she was being pulled apart by Sunset's girthy member. As her eyes rolled back in her head, Trixie managed the sense of mind to do what she had set out to do, and she pulled the trigger.
CLICK!
The surge of relief and adrenaline that surged through Trixie was so powerfully intense that her body truly couldn't differentiate it from the impossibly vivid pleasure it had been experiencing throughout the game. As such, it reacted to it in much the same way, and the surge sent Trixie right back over the edge. Her legs tensed around Sunset's torso, and she clapsed tightly around her fat cock as she came, harder than before, harder than she ever thought possible. Her vision doubled and yet, barely, she could still make out the sight of her rival's defiled corpse rocking beside her. In that moment, Trixie had a brief, fleeting moment of clarity. Twilight didn't hate her, of course not. It was a true sense of friendship that had compelled her to gift Trixie this: Her final orgasm, and the greatest feeling The Great and Powerful Trixie had ever experienced. As her vision went white, and her mind slowly fading into unconsciousness, Trixie drooled past her jaw-clenched smile, and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
A sinister boom echoed throughout the room as Trixie's head erupted into a mess of blood and gore, her viscera splattering the table in a gruesome display. Her body twitched and jolted, a spring of crimson spraying out of the cavernous opening where her left ear used to be. The grisly scene was made all the more unsettling by the bestial grunt that left Sunset’s core, and the increased vigor in which she slammed into Trixie.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Sunset drilled her hips, boring a path into Trixie’s guts with such force and aggression that it would have reduced the magician to tears, were she alive to feel it. “Holy shit, she got so fucking tight when she died!”
“Sticking it in before she shot herself was smart,” grunted Starlight. “Gotta remember that for the next time we play.”
“What do you need to remember? Not like you're going to win.” Sunset flashed a cheeky grin across the table. “But don't you worry, Glims. I'll fuck you nice and deep the next time it's your turn to blow your brains out.”
Starlight let out a grunt as she buried herself completely into Twilight’s still, cooling body. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, her balls tensing and twitching as she emptied her load. Thick strings of cum filled Twilight’s holes, leaking from the seams and dripping down onto the table. Sunset laughed at the display, and seemed intent to catch up to her friend, with the increased speed and vigor in which she pounded Trixie’s asshole.
“This gun is awesome!” cackled Sunset. She forced her fingers into Trixie’s gaping, bloodied mouth, manhandling her ruined, destroyed face as she fucked her. “Say, who else knows about the gun?
“Just us, Spike, and, when she wakes up in the morning, Trixie.” Starlight smirked. “Why? What’re you thinking?”
“Can you imagine Dash and AJ playing? With how competitive they are, it’ll be a hell of a game. Not even mentioning Pinkie. That horny psycho would be fun to play with.”
“What about Shy?”
“Oh, don’t think I forgot about Shy. It’s always the quiet ones.”
“Might as well count Rarity in, too. I’d love to see her with a crater in that pretty, prissy head of hers,” said Starlight with a grin. “So, assuming Trixie comes back for the rematch, that makes nine of us. I should probably get started on the invites. What should I say?”
Sunset paused, contemplating the question carefully. It was a bit difficult to focus, given the tight grip of Trixie’s hole around her, but Sunset wasn’t about to complain about that. Instead, she manhandled Trixie’s maw, and reamed the corpse’s tightest hole until she could feel the cum begging to be free. She dove forward and kissed Trixie, wriggling her tongue into the bloody mouth just before she emptied her fat balls into Trixie’s guts. Once she was totally spent, Sunset pulled away, thin strings of blood and saliva connecting her mouth to Trixie’s. She grinned, and gave Starlight a wink.
“Tell them they’re invited to game night next week.”
