Your Run of the Mill Twixie Fic

As Twilight Sparkle followed her walking, talking ‘breakfast in bed,’ she found her eyes simply glued to Trixie’s flanks – the way they shook and jiggled slightly with ever move of her hind legs was simply intoxicating. Trixie, known to flaunt her own ‘assets’ when the occasion arose, notice Twilight’s wandering eyes with a snort and a grin. Then she began to very purposefully sashay her hips to and fro, wiggling her plot in a series of long, sweeping motions that positively drove Twilight wild.

“Something catching your attention?” Trixie couldn’t help but to ask.

“Hell of a view,” Twilight breathed in response, practically ready to pounce on the mare. As the two entered the bathroom, Twilight flicked on the light switch on impulse, reaching out with her magic to shut the door behind them. She still found it somewhat odd, feeling the need to shut the door even though no one else was home; at that thought, something akin to mild, muddled warning bells went off in the back of her head, but she was too transfixed with the situation at hoof to either notice or care.

The purple mare breathed deeply through her nose, the almost floral aroma of Trixie’s marecum filling her nostrils, strong enough to even make her feel a bit lightheaded. She hadn’t expected Trixie to come so hard, and the squirting as a pleasant surprise as well – Twilight too was known to squirt on occasion, so it was good to find somepony else who was at least familiar with that particular type of explosive climax.

“Sparkle?” Trixie called out in an almost sing-songy voice.

“Mm? What is it?”

“This control panel for the shower, it just has so many dials and knobs… Trixie doesn’t really know where to begin,” she admitted.

“Ah!” Twilight replied, practically beaming. “Well that, my good mare, really depends upon what kind of shower you want. You see, I had this shower especially installed, one of my father’s friends owns a bath and shower business back in Canterlot, so-“

Trixie interrupted, chuckling at bit as she held up a light blue hoof. “Hot and wet, Sparkle. That’s all Trixie wants right now… besides, I bet you’re still ready to go from earlier, aren’t you?” Trixie asked with a seductive waggle of her eyebrows.

Twilight blushed, but felt unashamed. “I, uh - yeah. Let’s just get going, can we?” She leaned in for a brief, but fiery kiss, practically tasting the potential sexual energy exchanging between the two mares. Twilight, almost arbitrarily, reached forward and turned a few dials with her hoof, the three shower heads coming to life in unison as they began to dribble water. Soon, all three were spitting forth pleasantly warm, steaming water that took the chill out of the room almost instantly, replacing it with a pleasant, wet heat.

Speaking of pleasant, wet heat, Twilight found herself practically dripping onto the floor, her still engorged marehood practically crying out of attention, her whole body begging for the release she had thus far been denied. As soon as the shower looked ready, the purple unicorn unceremoniously stepped through the parted sliding glass doors and over the rim of the basin, sighing softly as the first smattering of warm water soaked her mane and her fur. Trixie, no longer content with simply watching the shower’s very cute sole occupant, followed after Twilight, shaking an errant lock of mane out of her eyes as the water plastered it to her head.

“Sparkle, you’re lucky. Trixie is feeling most appreciative of your hospitality, and especially the pleasant surprise of steamy bucking on the side. So, for a limited time only, Trixie is at your complete disposal.”

Twilight blinked. “Disposal?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact. Trixie will perform whatever act upon Twilight that Twilight wishes with great zeal and fervor!” Trixie clarified, with a semi-dramatic flourish of a foreleg. “Your wildest fetish, your greatest sexual desire, perhaps a passing urge…” Trixie leaned in close, her lips tickling the tips of Twilight’s ears as she whispered the rest, “-Trixie just wants to make you cum as hard as you made her.” Trixie took in the pointed tip of Twilight’s ear, nipping at it playfully as Twilight stiffened, then melted into the sensation.

“A-anything I want, huh?” Twilight managed to gasp, her breathing once again becoming shallow.

Trixie drew back, gazing directly into Twilight’s eager eyes.

“Anything.”

Twilight’s mind was soon awash with possibilities; indeed, she was a foal in a mental candy store as her brain worked overtime, kicking into higher gears than she was accustomed to at this hour of the morning, sorting through every vague and clearly defined sexual act that she had always wanted to try, but never had the opportunity to. She knew immediately that it couldn’t be something she’d already done before – that’d be boring, and somewhat trite, as she already knew what to expect. Twilight found herself with a unique opportunity to explore some of her more… eccentric, if not entirely lewd sexual leanings, an opportunity made further enticing by her ever-present arousal as well as the skill of the mare now practically begging to be used by her.

The more she thought on it, the connotation of reducing the stunningly hot blue unicorn mare still staring seductively into her eyes to naught more than an object, a means for Twilight’s own sexual gratification – it turned her on in ways that she didn’t anticipate. It was perverse, and it felt sort of wrong; but, perhaps it only felt wrong because that was what she was supposed to think about it… about domination. The thought of dominating Trixie, of bending the showmare to her will, of being serviced in many, many ways by an obedient servant; Twilight now knew how best to take Trixie up on her offer.

“You can start by washing yourself off of my coat,” Twilight said, motioning toward the rows of shampoos and conditioners to Trixie’s side. “As much as I enjoyed my first shower, I can’t exactly walk around all day smelling like you.”

“Well, of course. Trixie will do as Twilight wishes,” Trixie nodded, accepting her first task. Arbitrarily selecting the closest and fanciest looking bottle, Trixie swept it up in her magical grasp, squeezing the bottle as she drew a few lines down Twilight’s back and sides. The slightly cooled goo felt wonderful against Twilight’s burning hot body; she moaned softly as Trixie elected to work it into her fur with her hooves as opposed to magic, her form leaning into the mare’s delicate, yet firm ministrations.

“That feels wonderful, Trixie…” Twilight breathed, her eyes shutting instinctively as Trixie massaged her whole body with seemingly expert hooves. Trixie worked her way from Twilight’s neck, down past her shoulders and onto the withers, working the shampoo to a rich lather as she ran her hooves along Twilight’s sides, slowly working her way down each leg in turn. Allowing herself a bit of naughtiness, Trixie suddenly diverted her attentions to Twilight’s flanks and tail, lifting the pink-striped appendage with one hoof and massaging with the other. Trixie could see that Twilight was still clearly aroused, if the large, seemingly desperate nub at the tip of her vagina was in any indication. With a quick lick meant more to tease than anything, Trixie swished her tongue once over the mare’s lower lips, flicking her tongue firmly at the tip, drawing a long, breathy groan from Twilight.

“Ooh… d-do that again,” Twilight half-begged, half-ordered. Not wanting to keep the mare waiting, Trixie complied, once again running her tongue over Twilight’s lips in the same fashion, flicking the underside of her tongue several times against the tip of the dripping slit. The heavy scent and delicate taste wreaked havoc on Trixie’s senses, sending them careening into overdrive. Trixie found herself wanting to rub at her own snatch, but mentally shook her head.

Control, Trixie. This is about her, now. Let’s show the purple one what we can do.

Not wanting to get too terribly far ahead of herself, Trixie decided to keep up the teasing for just a while longer. She firmly planted the tip of her tongue at the bottom of Twilight’s slit, pushing it in a fraction of an inch, slowly – so, so slowly – drawing the tip upward. She made sure to take her time in this single motion, relishing in the wanting, needing sounds her partner was making between gasps. Trixie traced circles around Twilight’s sensitive clit in semi-circular, then fully circular motions, alternating between clockwise and anti-clockwise, always switching things up before they became predictable. Twilight’s hips bucked upward in response, the purple unicorn mare nearly losing her footing as the sensation ripped through her body, sending electrifying shivers up and down her spine.

Another low, thready moan escaped her muzzle as she reached backward, roughly taking Trixie in her hooves and planting a series of desperate, impassioned kisses on the blue mare’s lips. Trixie returned the gesture with full bravado, inwardly grinning at her apparent ability to drive the normally level-headed mare practically insane with desire; even though she had come harder than in recent memory not ten minutes ago, her partner’s arousal was indeed infectious, as Trixie felt herself growing damp once more.

Twilight, so horny that she could hardly see straight, lay on her back at the centre of the basin, the steam swirling around her wet form as hot, pleasant droplets of water rained down on her from the shower heads. She spoke.

“Anything I want, right?”

Trixie nodded. “Anything.”

“Then I want you to eat me out like it was your last meal.”

Trixie shuddered, the dirty talk doing wonders for her still growing arousal. Her eyes half lidded, she regarded the meal before her; Twilight had splayed her hind legs outward, her moistened, pink folds glistening through the mist, practically inviting her. A single droplet of moisture – whether it was water or the purple mare’s arousal, Trixie couldn’t tell – had gathered at the very top of Twilight’s clitoral hood, seemingly suspended for the briefest of moments before rolling off to the side, tracing its way down the labia. Trixie bit her lower lip on impulse, nearly hard enough to break the skin and draw blood.

“Well?” Twilight asked, feigning annoyance. “Are you just gonna stand there and look at it?”

“O-of course not!” Trixie stammered, blinking her eyes once with a quick shake of her head. “Trixie was merely sizing up her task, that’s all.”

“Trixie?”

“Hm?”

“Less sizing, more tonguing.”

“…oh sweet Celestia, yes.” At that, Trixie dove in.

Twilight could scarcely recall a time when anything – sexual or otherwise – just felt so damn good. She completely lost herself in the expert workings of Trixie’s amazing tongue, crying out half-completed obscenities that would make a sailor pony’s ears red. The heat of the steam from the shower felt as though it was pressing inward on her, forming a sort of invisible cocoon around her body, making her fur feel damper than it already was. The profane sounds of sucking and slurping mixed in with the constant patter of the water falling from above. Trixie shamelessly licked the purple mare clean, the taste of her arousal thick on her tongue as she swirled around the insides of Twilight’s folds, darting her tongue out every so often to focus attention on her clit.

The blue unicorn mare began working up a sort of rhythm as she continued to explore every possible surface of Twilight’s wet cunt, probing her tongue deeper and deeper with every entry, swirling it about, licking at the sides and tops and bottoms of the twinging, soaking pussy. Twilight could already feel herself coming close to release, but willed her body to hang on for just a bit longer – anything to prolong this feeling, this amazing feeling of her pussy being absolutely ravished by Trixie. Having done some experimentation on just how long she could last while being serviced by her own two hooves, Twilight thought that she was rather familiar with the concept of endurance, of mentally willing the orgasm away, making the release orders of magnitude… well, better. Smirking despite herself, she was confident that she could get Trixie to lick her all day, if she wanted to.

That was, until Trixie started to use her magic.

An idea entered Trixie’s head, something that she had always been meaning to try with somepony else, as she already knew that the spell did wonders for her own pleasure. Without warning, she fired up her horn, the magic probing outward from its tip as she directed it towards the source of her tongue’s ministrations. Already, she could feel the spell taking shape as a magical imprint of Twilight’s marehood formed in her mind’s eye, crafting an invisible, magical surrogate in Trixie’s brain that would act as a means to further pleasure the squirming, moaning purple unicorn.

In other words; anything she did to the pussy she thought of, would happen to the pussy she was already licking.

As the spell began to take form, Twilight felt an odd magical energy that she was not entirely familiar with – it was somewhat difficult to grasp onto, and were she in any other situation, she would direct her full attention to getting to the bottom of what exactly it was. Suspecting Trixie might be feeling the same, she managed to open her eyes, lifting her head and looking downward: she was surprised to see Trixie’s jovial, half-lidded eyes staring right back into her own. She also noted that Trixie’s horn was glowing.

“Five seconds, I think,” Trixie said all of a sudden, temporarily freeing up her tongue to speak.

“Wh-… huh?” was all Twilight could offer in response, the still mounting pleasure from Trixie’s lickings beating her brain’s speech centre into submission.

“You’ll see,” Trixie said, diving in once more. With that, she activated the spell.

The first thing Twilight felt was a jolt, an almost electric sort of shock that caused her limbs to seize and the walls of her vagina to clench together, hard. She felt Trixie’s lips clamp down on her clit, taking the engorged pink nub into her mouth, sucking, flittering her tongue across it in spasmodic, unpredictable movements. At the same time, the lips of her pussy began to vibrate, knocking back and forth like the petals of a flower caught in a breeze; she had never, ever felt anything like it in her life. The vibrations only grew and grew in intensity, spreading ever inward from the labia’s folds as it spread, almost like it was aware of what it was doing. Impossibly, the vibrations then began to oscillate, like a tiny, invisible pinwheel made out of mind-blowing pleasure that spun faster and faster, then a bit faster than that. It felt like the vibrations then coalesced, strengthening as they were compressed onto a single point deep, deep inside her; the g-spot, as it would happen. Twilight felt her brain shut down as her groan grew to a moan, then to a shout, finally ending in a shrill, warbling shriek that practically shook the walls of the bathroom.

As soon as the strange, incredible vibrations reached that spot, it was all over. Trixie released her almost vice-like oral grasp on Twilight’s clitoris as she felt the climax come on – and come it did. The orgasm hit Twilight with what felt like the force of a speeding train, and her pussy was tied to the tracks. Impossibly, her continuous shriek grew louder than ever before, loud enough that Trixie could hear the vocal expression of insurmountable pleasure resonate within the barrel of her chest.

Trixie, knowing that she would not have time to move away (not that she cared in the slightest), was already prepared for the veritable tidal wave of marecum that came shooting out of Twilight’s cunt like a geyser, the warm liquid splashing onto her face. She dove back in and lapped it up greedily, her tongue sloshing against the steady stream of female ejaculate pouring out of Twilight, dribbling down her chin and onto the porcelain below. Trixie deactivated the spell, pleased with its explosive – and rather fast – result: by her own count, it had not taken her five seconds to get Twilight off with her combined physical and magical barrage. It had barely taken three.

“Ha!” Trixie cried out in pseudo-victory. “I do believe I’ve just broken some sort of record – wouldn’t you agree, Twilight?”

Twilight, however, was still in outer space; perhaps even further. She had just experienced what was, without a doubt, the single most powerful orgasm in what felt like the history of everything, least most her own life. Her brain was not just swimming, but practically drowning in endorphins; her limbs, after seizing, went loose, flopping about like wet noodles as her back gave out, plopping her still-heaving form square in the centre of the tub once more.

Trixie took a good look at the gasping, heaving mare before her with a grin on her face. She knew that Twilight would be more or less comatose for the next few minutes – it certainly took her a good bit of time to recover from using that spell on herself, and she couldn’t exactly lick her own clit, either, which probably meant that the experience was all the more intense.

For now, though, Trixie was content to sit by the recovering Twilight, basking in the post-orgasmic glory that she had brought upon her, a blissful, crooked grin adorning the purple mare’s muzzle.