Your Run of the Mill Twixie Fic

The evening proceeded into the wee hours in a bit of a haze, a sort of smooth, mental fog that came over the two mares as they practically melted into one another’s grasp. Twilight and Trixie soon found themselves drifting off in each other’s arms, surrendering to sweet, sweet oblivion as their eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Twilight was the first of them to stir that morning.

Blinking her disbelieving eyes against the somewhat rude, incessant glare of the rising sun coming through the bedroom window, the purple unicorn mare angrily directed her magic at her traitorous curtains, drawing them shut in a hurry. With a sigh of relief as the pressure behind her eyeballs died down just a bit, Twilight rolled over in her bed, straight into her new pony-sized and shaped pillow.

…oh. Right.

Twilight slowly – very slowly – lifted her head from Trixie’s side; the light blue unicorn mare was still dozing, as it happened, still blissfully unaware of the full, worrying implications that complete (or in Twilight’s case, still a bit incomplete) consciousness would and could bring on. The memories – hazy, at best – from the evening previous came rushing to the forefront of her mind, hot, adult-rated portraits of two lusty mares caught up in the throes of their passion –

Twilight looked down.

“Celestia damn it.” To Twilight Sparkle’s growing dismay, the bi-folded nexus of potential pleasure betwixt her hind legs had grown moist, even with those fleeting, half-remembered memories of the night before. Rolling her eyes, Twilight set to put the thoughts out of her mind… until she smelled a particularly familiar smell. The purple fur on the back of her neck stood on end as she slowly turned her eyes on the still sleeping Trixie, her gaze starting at the tip of the unicorn’s horn, sweeping down the mare’s luscious curves before ending in the valley of her –

Yep. Trixie too.

Quite frustrated with the lack of her normal reaction – which would, incidentally, be immediate panic followed by an intense round of accusations followed by rigorous questioning – Twilight sank back into the still warm embrace of her twice-occupied bed with a huff, unsure of what to do with her hooves. Mentally shrugging after a few moments of internal debate, she decided upon swinging her forelegs under and around Trixie’s shoulders, cradling the mare, assuming the tried and true role of ‘big spoon’.

The decidedly naughty librarian tried her best to ignore the strong, yet still somehow intoxicatingly delicate smell of Trixie’s sex, a part of the surprisingly agile showmare with which Twilight Sparkle had become well acquainted as of late. Even now, she could picture the practically perfect pussy in her mind’s eye – the soft, smooth outer lips, pert yet firm enough to grasp between one’s teeth, should one feel so inclined; the swollen, needy looking nub at the top; the way the whole ensemble twitched together when the blue mare was really ready to go, having been finally fed up with teasing and false pretense; Twilight could remember it all, and found herself becoming wet again, despite her previous intentions to avoid such an outcome.

“Celestia damn it,” she again said, this time in a whisper; Trixie stirred in her grasp, rolling onto her other side in her half-slumber.

“Sparkle? Why’re you talking this early?” Trixie asked, still refusing to open her eyes.

“Oh, uh – g-good morning, Trixie! Sleep well? Who’s talking? Not me!” Twilight offered in response.

“…Sparkle?”

“Yes, Trixie?”

“…we’re both wet again, aren’t we?”

Twilight gave pause. “…yeah. That’s a big yup.”

“Guess we’d better take care of this before either one of us freaks out and ruins the mood, then.”

“Affirmative, Captain,” Twilight breathed, already leaning into the kiss that Trixie’s quivering lips so desperately begged for.

When the two mare’s lips met for the first time that morning, sparks flew. Well, not literally – that would be somewhat cause for concern, were that to actually manifest itself in a cruel situational irony. No, the sparks there were that of the mind and of the body; with each mare’s errant touch – a hoof here, a nip there, a bite on the neck, a suck on a hoof, whatever may have gone down – they only served to drive themselves further upward on this new high that they had discovered between themselves.

Trixie, now more or less fully in control of her faculties, took what she wanted before she even got breakfast for the day – wordlessly rising from the mare whom she had been so passionately kissing not moments ago, she offered the purple unicorn a sly, sexy smirk as she came to her hooves, stepping to the side a few steps before turning a full one hundred and eighty degrees. Already, Twilight could see in her admittedly fantastic view that Trixie’s tail was already lifted and held out to the side, allowing full access (visual and otherwise) to her moist, puffy lips. Trixie lowered her rump to Twilight’s already eager lips, said purple mare absentmindedly running her tongue back and forth, moistening them. Trixie likewise sized up her surrogate ‘meal’ for the morning, taking note of Twilight’s already engorged clit, wondering how best to service the sensitive nub.

Twilight gasped, taken off guard by Trixie’s sudden initiative. Even though the round, shapely flanks of her soon-to-be-oral partner were the sole occupants of her two wide, staring eyes, Twilight knew that Trixie was grinning her signature grin as she dove her muzzle forward, running her tongue along the librarian’s labia in rough, broad strokes. Twilight bucked her hips upward, moaning loudly enough to perk up her blue partner’s ears, encouraging her to a certain extent. Feeling the now familiar, yet still so welcome waves of pleasure coursing through her body, Twilight gasped once more before lunging forward in turn, not even bothering with foreplay as she roughly jammed her wild, flailing tongue inside Trixie’s dripping cunt, causing the blue mare’s inner walls to clench spasmodically around her tongue.

Trixie moaned into Twilight’s marehood, brushing stray locks of mane out of her eyes as she swirled her tongue up and down the quivering, purple furred sex, pursing her lips together in a sudden kiss as she took in Twilight’s clit, sucking hard enough to make the mare’s eyes roll back into her head, the only sound escaping her mouth a sort of hitching, thread shriek as her hind legs twitched and moved on their own.

“Something tells me that somepony likes-“ Trixie teased, kissing Twilight’s nub once, grinding her firm, light blue ass down on the purple mare’s muzzle “-breakfast in bed.”

“Y-yes-…” Twilight gasped, trying her best to give as well as she was receiving, her body quavering with every new twist and turn Trixie’s talented tongue took to her taint. It continued like this for several minutes, their bodies grinding shamelessly against one another, each mare moaning into one another, the vibrations from their often muffled moans sending shocks of rippling pleasure through their sensitive, excited flesh. As Twilight worked Trixie’s pussy over, and in turn had her own slit serviced, her mind fell into a sort of bliss as she recounted the encounters of the previous evening, as well as present morning. She had enjoyed Trixie’s versatility in that she could act both dominant and submissive… truth be told, Twilight was no stranger to the subject herself, having read many books on the subject. And… maybe through experimentation with certain Ponyville residents – a story for another time, no doubt.

In any event, there was now something that Twilight wanted.

“Trixie…” Twilight breathed, running her hooves against the sides of Trixie’s smooth, blue flanks.

“Yes?” The blue mare responded, now dedicated to planting soft, warm kisses on the hood of Twilight’s still engorged clit.

“Come up here.”

“Up there, eh? What makes you think that Trixie-“

“-wasn’t really asking, hon,” Twilight cut in, her purple horn flaring to life. In an instant, Trixie was encompassed in a light purple aura, her body suddenly afloat as Twilight turned the mare around, bringing her somewhat shocked visage in line with her own. As Twilight’s magic abated, the showmare quite literally fell atop her partner, stunned with the smooth, sudden display of magic – and so, so incredibly turned on. With a grunt that sounded a mixture between longing, surprise and desperation, Trixie swiftly grabbed either side of Twilight’s head, leaning into one of the most intense oral exchanges the two mares had shared up until that point.

Twilight’s breath caught in her chest as Trixie moaned, unrestrained, into Twilight’s mouth, the blue mare’s lower lips practically aflame as she ground her sex on Twilight’s svelte, purple thigh, dampening the soft, fine fur. Twilight moaned in response, reaching outward with her forehooves, grasping each of Trixie’s supple, rippling flanks as she muscled the panting unicorn into a straddling position, their marehoods hovering atop one another, nearly touching. Twilight shuddered as she relished in the sight and feel of a large dribble of Trixie’s marecum leaking from her sopping hole and splashing dead center onto Twilight’s throbbing clit. Twilight gasped, instinctively bucking her hips upward, causing the two sets of dripping lips to meet for the first time, the contact driving the scissoring mares wild with a burning, fiery sensation.

“A-ah! Twilight, I- Trixie-“

“Just shut up and buck me, ok, Trix?” Twilight snapped in response, her eyes screwy before shuddering shut as the two mare’s sensitive nubs slid past one another, the sensation doubled by Trixie’s sudden, shrill moan as she shuddered atop her. Trixie, temporarily robbed of her ability to speak, sought only to recreate that motion, finding Twilight’s hips more than willing to accommodate her motions. Twilight continued to buck her hips upward, grinding their pussies together, soaking both mares with each other’s excitement as they kissed and bit at each other. Twilight, keeping one kneading, grinding hoof on Trixie’s jiggling flank, placed the other on the back of Trixie’s head, diverting her muzzle to the side, allowing access once again to the mare’s sensitive neck. Not even bothering with foreplay this time, still shuddering with the burning satisfaction of Trixie’s nub sliding past her own.

Twilight bit the side of the showmare’s neck, causing Trixie to let out one of the more voluminous shrieks Twilight had ever heard, regardless of setting. Trixie locked up, still straddling Twilight’s cunt, as she came, harder than any of the times she had in the previous night, her wet slit twitching as Trixie fell backwards, splaying her hinds legs on either side as she licked one hoof. She then attacked her still inflamed clit, rubbing back and forth fiercely as Twilight watched hungrily, silently knowing but still hoping for what was in store. Trixie gasped as her entire body went into spasms, her pelvis bucking outward as she sprayed stream after stream of hot, wet ejaculate from her urethra. Twilight soon found herself the sole occupant of an unexpected Autumn shower.

“G-gah!” Twilight gasped, her body shuddering as she felt the result of her partner’s pleasure. Not caring about the sudden mess in the slightest, now more turned on than she could possibly have fathomed previously, Twilight dove upon the gasping, still twitching mare, planting kiss after longing kiss on the blue mare’s muzzle.

“Trixie, that-“

“I know, I’m sorry, it just happens sometimes, Trixie doesn’t know when-“

“-no, I mean, it’s fine! Trixie, I, uh-… I kinda think it’s hot. Like – really, really hot.”

“…you do?”

“Damn straight.”

Trixie grinned. She was glad to finally manage to sleep with somepony who didn't make her feel self-conscious or reprehensible when her orgasms got a bit...wet.

“Well then. Trixie supposes she’s had her fun… but Sparkle didn’t get to cum yet, did she?”

“Spar- oh! I, uh… no?”

Trixie batted her eyelashes, already getting up from the bed. She wiggled her flanks seductively at the still stupendously aroused purple unicorn mare, beckoning.

“Trixie supposes she’ll just have to clean you up, then. Bathroom is… two doors on the left, yes?”

Twilight could have done backflips.