Making Mistress Starlight

“Anon, you belong to ME,” Starlight is fuming, talking slowly in her authoritative voice, “I don’t want some… HUSSY getting in the way of that.” She reminds you of your misunderstanding from earlier as her horn is emanating her rage in the form of a blood-red magic mist. Her hoof clops very loudly on the crystal floor of her room to accentuate her feelings. This takes you out of your defensive state and makes your mind wander on what she could possibly be thinking of doing to you or somepony else. You try to get up from off of your knees, but her magic ominously sparks and prevents you from standing.

“I’ve been reading old texts of what mares used to do to stallions when they misbehaved…” Starlight lowers her gaze at you, almost likes she’s aiming her thoughts into your brain. You feel goosebumps forming on your arms from fear and the rush of cool air blowing across you from the swirling magic coming out of her horn.

Starlight’s horn crackles more as her magic begins pulling your wrists. You are turned ninety degrees toward her bedside, dragging your knees on the castle floor. Your wrists are pinned to the bed, and your clothes begin being ripped off.

“Starlight, what are you doing?” you ask in a shaky voice with your back now being pressed down upon with her magic.

“Taking ownership of you,” Starlight explains coldly. Her magic bends your back into a very compromising position with your ass out, wrists still pinned to Starlight’s kite quilt. You’re completely naked now, no clue as to what’s next.

Earlier that week…

You are taking all the fireworks out of Trixie’s cart and setting them up to be launched right above the spectators for Ponyville’s newest magic show. As you work, the gunpowder has that really distinctive sulfur smell which makes you nostalgic for lighting them back on Earth. You unload a box of cartoonish rockets and place them in the ground, one by one. Ponyville’s park or the town hall are typical locations, but Twilight has allowed it to go down in front of the castle this time around. You hope that the explosions don’t cause any trouble for the castle or the stressed princess that lives in it.

Trixie is watching you work with her nose turned up as she brushes her mane on the steps of her cart. Her snooty attitude is honestly not bad enough to turn you away from a good payday by being her roadie when she performs in Ponyville or Phillydelphia. Also, she’s easy on the eyes.

However, Starlight Glimmer, your marefriend, is even better looking by an Equestrian mile. She’s the one who got you hooked up as the helper for Trixie after all. Luckily, Trixie pays really nicely, which is surprising, especially for a mare with an ego as large as hers. You just set up her stage and the fireworks, so you hope this payout of bits is gonna be nice.

“Trixie!” you call out to her, “I’m done.” The mare’s brush stops moving, and she opens her eyes with her signature look of superiority. She levitates the wizard hat from her wagon to complete her full, caped ensemble.

“You were fast today,” Trixie states in a manner that makes you unsure if it’s a sleight or a genuine compliment. She closes her eyes again. You approach her for the payment. The castle’s shadow looms above you and her caravan, and you feel relief from the hot sun after working on the setup all.

“So, are you ready to pay me?” You ask with a tinge of playful attitude.

“Hmmm…” Trixie ponders smugly. She seems like she’s going to play along with you, “Maybe… I suppose.” You await the bits, but she doesn’t do anything.

“Yeah, see, you’re not fast,” you say, hoping to drive metaphorical screws at her lack of action.. She says nothing and opens her wagon door to place her comb on a shelf inside while her eyes remain closed.

“I used to pay you by the hour, and this was all set up… well… before you even worked a full hour,” Trixie seems to complain about the speedy job you did.

“Well, I’m just good at it now,” you reason.

“Anon, I’m not paying you 40 bits for doing this,” Trixie says deadpan and finally looks you in the eyes. You don’t say anything as you don’t want to feed Trixie’s slightly sadistic tendencies of watching you squirm. She better be kidding you.

“Oh. Really...” You are trying to sound unaffected, “What does the Great and Powerful Trixie demand I do then?” Trixie is currently filing her hooves and not looking at you anymore.

“You’ll have to entertain me if you want to get paid,” Trixie explains. You hate to feed a troll, but Trixie is actually being kind of cunty at the moment.

“How so?” you ask.

The Great and Powerful Trixie extends her bottom lip out in a pouty way to accentuate that she’s able to rile you up, “I just want you to tell me what you and Starlight get up to is all”. You recoil from this slightly. That’s not what you expected her to ask. If anything, you thought she was going to make a crass joke about giving her a hornjob or something.

“What do you mean?” you can’t hide your discomfort.

“You know what I want to hear…” she says in a breathy voice. You’re definitely flustered about this now. She freezes her filing with her magic and her eyes come to you again, awaiting some form of confession like how you just tried to play with her over the bits.

“Oh, shut up, Trixie,” you admit defeat in your little game that the two of you were playing as you let your frustration get displayed. “You know I don’t know what you mean.”

“Well, The Great and Powerful Trixie would like to know what a hairless monkey does in bed with a mare as highly regarded as Starlight Glimmer,” Trixie explains this and your face goes red from anger and embarrassment. That classic, smug Trixie smile is on her face, knowing that she has you by the balls.

“I’m not saying anything to you!” Trixie’s game is going a little too far for your comfort.

“Then you won’t get a single bit, Anon,” She taunts you, really exaggerating her tongue visibly touching the roof of her mouth. Trixie has the nerve to cackle after this too. “Why not anyway? Are you afraid to admit she’s the one in charge, monkey boy?”

“Fuck you, Trixie! We’ve never done anything weird like that!” this mare really gets you worked up.

“Oh contraire, boy,” Trixie is setting up her final attack, “I bet she has a collar and leash just for you.” Your hands make fists of humiliating rage.

“Why would we do that? The only thing we’ve ever even done is missionary!” You stop, disgusted at yourself. There’s a dead silence for a brief second. You realize how much ammunition you gave the wizard pony just now from such a cringeworthy admission. She’s going to have a field day with that. Trixie’s mouth is agape. It's like she can’t believe the ridiculous thing she just heard.

“Bahhhhhhahahahahhahahahah,” Trixie starts breaking down in laughter from the stupid answer you gave. Her hooves pound the steps of her wagon in full body guffawing as she proceeds to mentally torture you. Wincing, the display of disdain for your sex life being spilled by Trixie is the final blow to make you want to cease any interaction with her. You give up.

“Don’t ask me to set up your stupid fucking show again. I QUIT!” you about face from Trixie and angrily speed walk to downtown Ponyville. You can hear the laughter taper off pretty quickly as you leave too. You’re only walking away for a few moments when her voice calls you.

“Anon, please, come back!” you can hear in the distance. You keep walking. Your face feels hot from that obnoxious laughing fit. The bits really aren’t worth dealing with her shenanigans. Suddenly, your leg is caught in a sizzling blue magic field and you’re held in place on the grass. You comply by sitting and giving the death stare to her as she approaches.

“Anon, I’m sorry,” she apologizes with a couple of small laughs. “Take your bits. I just wanted to mess with you a little.” You’re floated a sack of bits with the old-timey draw string and everything. Grabbing it from her magic, you turn your head and choose to look at Ponyville instead of her in defiant reluctance. “C’mon, Anon.” Trixie bumps your chest with her hoof a few times to get your attention again.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you ask, trying to add as much disgust as you can muster. Trixie purses her lips and rolls her eyes. She sighs and sits next to you.

“Anon, you’re not actually quitting are you?” Trixie seems to be genuine this time. You finally look at her again and choose to say nothing, wanting to remain angry.

“Maybe messing with me a few times is okay, but that was really strange of you. I’m getting sick of it,” you admit.

Trixie, smirking, looks at the ground and says, “Fine, I won’t mess with you while you help me out anymore.” This is a pretty impressive showing of sympathy from her usual objectionable self.

“What the hell did you want to know about that anyway, besides you just being a creep?” you ask.

“The Horny and Curious Trixie couldn’t help it, you see. Starlight has told me what she did to stallions before you came along,” Trixie explains, making you break the remaining angry facade you were putting on with a bewildered smile at the goofiness that came out of her mouth. "It finds my fancy too, but It looks like she isn't such a bad girl anymore."

“You mean… Like,” you’re not sure how to address this.

“Anon, Starlight has really changed. I’m surprised she never told you anything about it.” Trixie is explaining. Maybe you should ask her about her past. You never had because you didn’t want to offend her, but you have been in a relationship for a while, and it seems like it’s time. Whatever exactly Starlight used to do sexually must really turn Trixie on too, so you're betting on it being weird and ego driven. It does sound fun though...