In the corner of Sugarcube Corner, Trixie sat alone at a table without her signature hat and cape. The mare stared blankly at her half-empty milkshake, letting out a heavy sigh.

Gilda strolled in, looking around for Pinkie Pie to get something to eat. Her face lit up once she saw Trixie dejectedly eating a cupcake in the corner.

“Yo! Trixie!” Gilda chuckled as she started to approach. “Just wanted to say, loved the show last night!”

“Trixie doesn’t wanna talk about it…” Trixie muttered, burying her head in her hooves.

“Hey, I thought it was great!” Gilda smirked. “You were right! That show was unforgettable!”

Trixie groaned, planting her face on the table. She didn’t even want to go out after last night’s show, but she was hungry, and was hoping that the sugary sweets would be enough of a pick-me-up.

Gilda kept going on. “Sure, I think the show peaked right at the start, but hey, it’s pretty hard to top The Wonderbolts, right? Well, I guess not if you’re Coloratura!”

Trixie’s only response was an even louder pathetic groan.

Gilda decided to ease up on the teasing and try to cheer her up. “...If it’s any consolation, out of all the shows I’ve seen where Coloratura has a sloppy makeout sesh with somepony on stage, yours was definitely the better of the two.”

Trixie did manage to chortle a little at the absolute absurdity of Gilda’s statement. “Heh…thanks…”

“Yeah yeah, don’t mention it. Why are you so down, anyway? I mean, yeah the show started like THAT, but it’s not like anything went horribly wrong or anything.”

Trixie let out another sigh before picking her head back up. “It’s not just that the show didn’t go like rehearsal. Aside from that, the routine went almost exactly as planned! But it’s like you said, nothing is going to be more unforgettable than that start!”

“Sure, but didn’t you want it to be unforgettable?” Gilda asked. “I mean, yeah Coloratura and Spitfire kinda stole the show-”

“Exactly! The biggest show of Trixie’s life and I’m not even going to be remembered for the most memorable part of it!” Trixie pounded the table in frustration.

Gilda put a claw on Trixie’s shoulder. “Your face was everywhere on that stage, I’d be surprised if you weren’t being mentioned whenever they talk about those two screwing.” She pulled her in closer. “Just imagine those headlines: Coloratura and Spitfire sharing a heated moment during The Great and Powerful Trixie’s show!”

Trixie started getting sucked into the idea that she would still manage to find some fame out of it. “Yeah…yeah!”

“Hell, they might be asking for a whole tour of performances like that!” Gilda teased. “You might be heading for a different kind of entertainment industry.”

“Please,” Trixie scoffed. “Trixie was lucky that those two even agreed to perform with her in the first place. They’d never agree to start doing that for a show in front of hundreds!”

“I dunno, they seemed pretty eager to me…”

“...Well, that’d be their decision,” Trixie giggled. “Still would’ve been nice to be more involved in what made the show unforgettable than just being on stage when it happened.”

Gilda lightly punched Trixie’s shoulder. “Maybe, but they’re now out, and you’re still in. And getting it on all night still sounds like a pretty good time to me. That first round bonus is gonna be sweeeeet…!”

“That’s only if Dash’s team wins,” Trixie reminded Gilda. “Applejack’s team still has the numbers advantage…for now, at least.”

From the kitchen, Pinkie Pie strolled out, holding a tray of freshly frosted cupcakes. “Trixie! I got your order ready for-Ohmygosh, hiiii Gilda!” Her excitement doubled upon seeing the griffon.

“Hey Pinkie…” Gilda rolled her eyes.

Pinkie put her tray in front of Trixie, leaning against the table to wink at Gilda. “So? Didja wanna order anything?”

Gilda’s eyes shifted over to Trixie’s cupcakes, then over to Pinkie. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she smirked. “Yeah, gimmie a banana split.”

“On it!”

With Pinkie leaving to whip up Gilda’s order, the griffon turned back to Trixie. “That’s…a lot of cupcakes.”

“Trixie needs to eat her feelings away,” she grumbled, wiping some of the frosting off the corner of her lip.

In almost no time at all, Pinkie Pie came back with a freshly made banana split. “There ya go, Gilda!”

“Yeah, thanks…” Gilda looked down at her treat, not digging into it quite yet.

As Gilda stared down at her banana split, she heard Pinkie start giggling.

Gilda looked up at the mare, squinting her eyes with suspicion. “...What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing, I just realized that both of you are dating my sisters, that’s all!” Pinkie pointed out.

Trixie and Gilda exchanged looks, the realization not hitting quite as hard for them as it did Pinkie, but it was at least something notable that they didn’t think about before.

“...Yeah? That a problem or something?” Gilda asked.

“Oh no, of course not! I’m just glad that they found their special someones that are keeping them happy!”

Even though Pinkie had a bright cheery smile on, there was a brief flash in her eyes that both Gilda and Trixie recognized as pure protective sister energy.

Trixie recoiled from Pinkie’s sight, slowly leaning away in her seat. “Riiiight, well, Trixie was planning on visiting Maud later on after the whole competition ended…Trixie enjoys her company, obviously, but she can’t risk another mishap.”

“Mmm, that makes sense,” Pinkie nodded. “I know just how much Maud’s poetry does a number on you. Last time I visited, she said she was whipping up a book just for you if you made it this year!”

Trixie shuddered, jostling the table as her shivering made her kick her hooves upwards.

As Gilda stifled her laughter at one of Trixie’s apparent turn-ons, she soon found Pinkie leaning in closer to her.

“And what about yoooouuu, Gilda?”

“Me?” Gilda was baffled at how this conversation quickly swerved into an interrogation. “What, you don’t think I’ve been keeping your sister happy or something?”

“I dunno,” Pinkie said with a coy tone. “I haven’t really heard her say much about you recently other than it’s ‘fine’…”

Gilda rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that’s cause she kinda sucks at talking about her feelings,” she scoffed. “Most of the time, she’ll cover it up with sarcasm or bitterness.”

“Sounds familiar…” Trixie scoffed.

“Stuff it!”

Pinkie for some reason grinned even wider. “Heehee, that just tells me you know her so well!”

“Great, we passed your test or whatever, can we just eat-”

“You know, I’m really glad Dashie helped you hook up with Limestone,” Pinkie continued, ignoring the daggers that Gilda was visually shooting at her.

“Yeah, me too, now let-”

“And I mean, even though she wasn’t saying it out loud, she was neeeeeeedy! I tried to help out, but it was so hard because she wanted to stay on the farm, and anypony nearby was already scared of her when they were foals. And so any possible candidate would have to be willing to at least travel all the way to the rock farm…”

As Pinkie went on and on, Gilda growled, clenching her spoon in her fist.

Trixie put her half-eaten cupcake down, covering up her ears. “Well, Trixie’s appetite is being ruined…Does she have an off button or something? Trixie doesn’t have the magic to remove her mouth again.”

After a very reasonable double-take at Trixie’s last comment, Gilda smirked. “I might have an idea, but you’re gonna have to help me out, though.”

“As long as it works.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure she’ll stop talking after this.”

“Marble’s another story, though, I’m sure she’s just as lonely as Limestone, I think she’d want someone strong like Big Mac, maybe I can ask Cadence to-MMMPH!?”

With one swift motion, Gilda grabbed one of Trixie’s cupcakes, and shoved it into Pinkie’s open muzzle. The sudden feeding and Gilda’s follow-through caught Pinkie off-guard, making her fall down onto her back.

With Pinkie down, Gilda took another cupcake and started smearing the frosting all over the mare’s crotch.

“Uhh, what are you doing?” Trixie asked.

“Helping to even things out for Dash,” Gilda smirked, presenting the prone Pinkie Pie to Trixie. “And hey, she’s shut up now, isn’t your appetite back?”

Trixie had a spark in her eyes as she caught on to Gilda’s plan. “You know, now that you mention it…” Trixie grinned, getting off her seat and licking her lips. “Trixie is feeling hungry for more…”

“Mmmph? Hnnn! Mmm nnmm mmmpppph!” Pinkie was trying to eat the whole cupcake in order to speak. Why waste a perfectly good cupcake after all? Though with Trixie already lapping at her inner thighs, it was proving to be a difficult task, even for her.

Trixie grabbed onto Pinkie’s haunches, keeping them down as her tongue slowly licked up the frosting, the flat of her tongue grazing against her marehood along the way.

“Mmmmphh…Hnnnmmph…!” Pinkie was shuddering as she tried to keep taking bites. Trixie’s tongue was teasing the poor mare to bits.

Just as it seemed like Trixie had licked Pinkie’s crotch clean, her magic brought another cupcake to her just so she could make another mess and start all over again.

Pinkie’s eyes started to roll to the back of her head with pleasure the longer Trixie kept licking.

“Hey Gilda, you know Maud absolutely loves it when Trixie does this?” Trixie pressed her lips against Pinkie’s pussy, kissing and sucking on her clit.

“HNNNNNGH!” Pinkie’s hind hooves slammed the ground, her eyes widening as Trixie started hitting her sweet spot.

“Oh yeah? I might have to try that on Limestone later,” Gilda chuckled, grabbing her banana split. “Speaking of, I’ve also wanted to try this with her, too.”

Pinkie started to shudder and shiver, not just from Trixie’s tongue, but from the cold ice cream that Gilda had dropped on her chest and belly.

“You don’t mind if I practice on you first, right, Pinkie?” Gilda said just before taking a long lick up Pinkie’s chest. “I just wanna make Limestone happy, after all.”

“Mmmm…mmmmfff…Unnnfff!” Pinkie was almost done eating the cupcake shoved in her mouth, but the other two were clearly not done with their meals.

Trixie kept it slow, with deliberately placed kisses and sucks to Pinkie’s clit, occasionally deviating away to lap up some of the frosting on her inner thighs.

Gilda lapped at Pinkie’s sides, making sure to get as much of the melting ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup that was drizzling down the mare’s body as she could before it hit the floor.

“Mmm! Mmmhmhmhmhmhmhm!” Pinkie started to giggle, Gilda’s tongue tickling her just as much as Trixie’s tongue was pleasuring her.

“Hmm, not as tasty as Maud, but still satisfying,” Trixie mused right before she probed Pinkie’s pussy with her tongue.

Gilda nodded in agreement, gently nibbling on Pinkie’s neck, even though there wasn’t any food spilled on there. “Yeah, it just feels nice to have a sweet treat every once in a while, right Pinkie?”

“Hnnn…Mmmhmm…Hhhhnnngghh!” Pinkie moaned, her mind melting from all the licks and kisses, plus the taste of the cupcake sent even more sweet, sweet pleasure throughout her body.

Hearing Pinkie’s moan getting louder, Trixie started to focus on Pinkie’s clit, kissing and flicking the tip of her tongue against her precious button.

With Trixie busy eating her out, Gilda had her hands free. She decided to reach over to gently ease a claw into Pinkie’s ponut, sticking a pinky into Pinkie’s ass.

Pinkie finally managed to swallow the cupcake shoved into her mouth, finally able to speak again, she let the two know exactly what was on her mind. “Aaaah! M-Moooooore!”

Trixie and Gilda exchanged a glance and nodded, cleaning up all the sticky sweets they poured on her body, then following up with kisses, licks, and sucks.

“Aaaah! Eeeheeheee! Yes! YES! YEEEEESSS!” Pinkie squirmed, gasped, giggled, squealed, and moaned.

Trixie pressed her lips up against Pinkie’s, greedily lapping away at her marehood, feeling a little buzz from the sugary frosting she ate up.

“EEEEEEE! AH! Y-YES! OOOOOH! OHHH JUST LIKE THAT!”

Gilda sat down next to Pinkie’s head, cupcakes in her claws. She carefully set them on the floor and gently stepped down on them, getting the frosting all over her paws and between her toes. “You know, I think I like it better when you have your mouth full…”

“Hmmmphhh!” As Trixie kept working her tongue, Pinkie found her face covered by frosted paws, with Gilda slipping a sweet toe in her mouth. It took the mare by surprise, but Pinkie was never one to turn down a sweet treat.

“Khh…hehehehe…” Gilda tried to stifle some ticklish chuckles as she felt Pinkie sucking and lapping at her paws. Dash usually took her time indulging with slow licks and kisses, but Pinkie was going all-in with horny and needy laps and sucks.

Trixie could feel Pinkie’s hind hooves kicking. The unicorn internally smirked as her tongue started to sign her own name against Pinkie’s inner walls.

“NNNFF! HNNNNGH MMMMPHH!” With Trixie tasting Pinkie and Pinkie tasting Gilda, Pinkie Pie was overwhelmed, screaming with delight into Gilda’s paws as she hit her climax.

As the scoreboard quickly updated, Pinkie Pie’s face was now covered by a pair of frosting-covered griffon paws, much to Applejack’s disappointment and Rainbow Dash’s envy.

Trixie and Gilda stood up, licking their lips with satisfaction.

“Wonderful service as usual, Pinkie Pie,” Trixie chuckled.

Gilda bumped her fist against Trixie’s hoof as a show of appreciation for the assist. “Yeah, always nice to have a different slice of pie every now and again.”

Author's Note

Losing's never tasted so sweet!

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