Author's Note

All characters not my own copyrighted to Hasbro and used for non-profit amusement reasons. Story contains NSFW content and should not be read by minors. In short, sex both implied and otherwise is taking place here. Takes place the day after chapter 3.

Magic Fool

Princess Twilight's Harem
Chapter 4: Magic Fool
by Jonathan “KnightMysterio” Spires

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Ponyville...
Morning...
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Cheerilee was finding herself in an amusing conundrum. With the foals not around, she had nothing to do, so she had picked up one of the pamphlets Twilight had put in the pamphlet rack at the train station yesterday. She had read it over, quite frankly amazed that the previously shy Twilight would do this.

“Well, she obviously wants to keep her crown,” Cheerilee reasoned. “So of course she'd try and go along with it.” Still, it was really a bizarre situation. She looked over the pamphlet again.

The offer wasn't a bad one. She knew Twilight well enough to know that she'd keep her promise and let those who joined her have their possessions back once they had reverted to her ownership. Plus the ability to leave Twilight's service after a year made it not seem as intimidating a prospect as might have been normally.

Cheerilee was considering it, but her issue is that she'd never even considered having sex before. She remained a virgin to this day, having never even pleasured herself. Sex just didn't seem that interesting to her.

The bigger problem was that she had nothing planned for the month. She'd get her teacher's pay, and could work on lesson plans, but she was mostly done with them anyway. And when she thought about it, she realized that the constant pattern of teaching, planning, and working was all she had in her life. After a long moment of thought, she sighed, putting the pamphlet in her saddlebags.

“Well, this wouldn't be the stupidest thing I've done,” she said. “And besides, Twilight's an intellectual. It might be nice to converse with her now and then, since I'm fairly certain she's not the time to molest me in public... I could probably even convince her to tutor the unicorns in my class.” She shook her head, sighing. “And the school could always use more money... I suppose that there are worse things to do than letting a multi-time hero, princess of Equestria, and confirmed nice girl use my body for her pleasure.”

The schoolteacher blinked, and then giggled, shaking her head. “Good heavens,” she said, not really able to fully believe she had actually said that. She walked over to Sugar Cube Corner, catching a conversation between Derpy and Carrot Top.

“So the times with me in college 'can't even compare,' eh?” the carrot farmer said with a smirk, Derpy nearly choking on the muffin she was eating.

“Oh geez, you heard that?” Derpy said, cringing.

Carrot Top laughed. “Don't worry about it,” she said. “We were just foals back then, trying something new. Flash forward to now, and you've got a princess slash genius scientist slash friggin' superhero who's probably VERY knowledgeable about a mare's anatomy either going down on you or having you go down on her nightly, of course a college fling isn't going to compare.”

Derpy smiled. “Thanks for understanding,” she said.

“So... cleaned out her refrigerator yet?” Carrot Top teased.

“I only did that once...” Derpy muttered.

Cheerilee giggled, and went into the store. Mrs. Cake was there, the Cake Twins playing with blocks in the corner. The two foals waved to her, Cheerilee smiling warmly and nodding back to them in greeting. Mrs. Cake smiled.

“Good to see you Miss Cheerilee,” she said as she wiped a cooking counter clean. “What can I get you?”

“Just the usual,” Cheerilee said, sighing. “Quite a situation we've got going in our little town.”

Mrs. Cake giggled. “Oh, it's not so bad,” she said. “For one thing, this is just a temporary thing. For another, it's FUN.”

Cheerilee blinked, and for the first time noticed the ring around Mrs. Cake's Cutie Mark. “...You?” Cheerilee said softly.

Mrs. Cake nodded. “Me, my husband, Big Macintosh, Lotus from the spa, Derpy, and most recently Zecora,” she said. “Carrot and I are just doing this for fun, as is Big Macintosh. Zecora apparently had an accident with a potion or something that upped her... ah...” she lowered her voice so the twins wouldn't hear, “upped her libido to the point where she kinda needed to join to get relief while it wears off. Lotus has a crush on Princess Twilight so I think she'll stay with her after the year's up. Derpy too, but for different reasons.”

Cheerilee nodded. “I saw Derpy here,” she said. “Is Princess Twilight here as well?”

Mrs. Cake shook her head. “No, Derpy's just running some errands,” she said, putting some cornbread muffins in a box and pouring some coffee for her. “Twilight finished the paperwork to make Sugarcube Corner and everything else legally ours again, and Derpy delivered it.”

Cheerilee nodded and looked around. “Nice to know she'll follow through on that promise in the pamphlet, then. Where's Carrot?”

Mrs. Cake's smile became wicked. “As I said, Zecora's little accident makes her... needier than usual. Mistress has encouraged all of us to 'help' her whenever Zecora asks,” she said, gesturing towards the back room.

Cheerilee blushed brightly, understanding the implications immediately.

“It's my turn next,” Mrs. Cake said, grinning. “I've always had a bit of a thing for her anyway, so this is a perfect opportunity for me.”

“I've... never really seen this side of the two of you,” Cheerilee said, more than a little stunned.

Mrs. Cake's smile turned benevolent. “Oh, Carrot and I have a bit of an 'active' bedroom life. We try different things now and then, sometimes bring in different 'friends,'” she said, phrasing things carefully because of the twins. “We always made sure our partners were willing, and if they wanted discretion, we gave it to them. We just never invited you because... well, you never really struck us as the type to be interested in... in bedroom games at all.”

“Bedwoom games?” Pumpkin asked, startling both older mares. The toddler had crawled over to them when they weren't looking. “Like tweasure hunt?”

“Yes, exactly,” Mrs. Cake said, blushing. “Your father always likes to search for pirate booty.”

Cheerilee buried her face in her hooves, trying to hide the sudden onset of giggles as an image of Mrs. Cake in a saucy pirate mare's outfit suddenly appeared in her head.

Pumpkin smiled happily, seemingly satisfied that she understood what the adults were talking about, and crawled back to her brother as he demolished the block tower they had been building. Cheerilee shook her head. “'Pirate booty?' Really?”

The chubby baker flashed an adoring look to her children, and then grinned wickedly. “It's technically true,” she said. “And I do have a pirate outfit.”

Cheerilee buried her head in her hooves again. “Anyway,” she said after her giggle fit had passed, “I was actually hoping to talk to Pinkie Pie. Berry's birthday is this weekend, and I wanted to get her something nice”

“It's nice to do things for family,” Mrs. Cake said, smiling warmly.

Cheerilee sipped her coffee. “My sister's a pain sometimes, and I worry about her drinking, but she's been a great mom to Ruby Pinch. She deserves to have a nice birthday,” she said, smiling.

Mrs. Cake nodded in agreement. “Pinkie's upstairs. I'll warn you now, she's in one of her more bizarre moods,” she said.

Cheerilee rolled her eyes. Like most of Ponyville, she was long used to Pinkie Pie's strange patterns of behavior. “What is it this time?”

“Conspiracy theories,” Mrs. Cake said, shaking her head.

“Huh,” Cheerilee said. “That's a new one.” She nodded to Mrs. Cake and went upstairs. She knocked on Pinkie's door, only to find it partially open. Frowning, she went inside. When she saw what Pinkie had done to her room, she stared.

Pictures, news articles, notebook pages, and, bizarrely, the boxes of action figures covered the wall of the room, taped to the walls and ceiling. A complex web of red lines linked the seemingly unrelated items together in random patterns. The curtains were drawn, and the only light in the room was from a table lamp on Pinkie's desk.

Pinkie herself was wearing a dark blue coat and fedora that clashed badly with her bubblegum pink coat, wearing a mask that made her seem faceless.

“...What in the name of Luna's moon are you doing, Pinkie?” Cheerilee asked.

Pinkie slowly, sinisterly, turned towards Cheerilee, and said in a thick, raspy voice, “That... is the question...”

Before Cheerilee could say anything else, Pinkie 'appeared' next to her (there was no other word for it), her faceless face right in Cheerilee's. “It all fits, Cheerilee. Discord's redemption. The sudden reduction in my delightful craziness. Blueblood's sudden interest in Super Stallio Brothers games. All the fanfictions that erroneously portray me as a murdering psychopath. Luna's love of moon pies. The 'Princess Molestia' rumors. The precise amount of wood a woodchuck can chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. Applejack's secret family recipe that makes her cider so good. The bad grammar on the back of Daring Do action figure boxes!”

Cheerilee had heard of those fanfictions. That old coltfriend of Pinkie's really took their breakup badly. Cheerilee then glanced over at one of the boxes, and saw that the description of the character did indeed have bad grammar. And spelling. She tsked.

Pinkie Pie began pacing back and forth. “The pieces are coming together, Cheerilee,” she said in her raspy voice. “I'm so close. And once I put all the details into place... Then the Pinkwestion shall finally have her answers...”

Cheerilee stared at her calmly throughout her rant, and once she was finished talking, used the time honored, one-hundred percent effective tactic of getting Pinkie Pie to stop being disturbing: change the subject to parties.

“My sister's birthday is this weekend,” she said, pulling a satchel of bits out of her saddlebag and setting it on Pinkie's bed. “Would you set up something for her?”

Pinkie stared at her for a long moment. She then threw off her costume with a delighted cry of “PARTY!” She swept the coat over the room, and in an instant all of the conspiracy pages were gone, the bulletin board of her desk now only baring a single sign, reading 'Pinkie Pie's Pony-tastic Party Planning Services.'

Cheerilee just smiled. “Just a small party,” she said. “I'm inviting a few of our friends over, so nothing fancy.”

Pinkie Pie nodded, grabbing a notebook off her desk. “Karaoke machine instead of a DJ, then?”

Cheerilee shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

Pinkie Pie nodded. “Okie dokie lokie!” she said. “I'll talk to you later about the rest of the details once I work them out!”

Cheerilee smiled. For all her bizarre behavior, Pinkie had an excellent head for business. “Sure thing, Pinkie,” the teacher said. “I trust your judgment.” Most would consider that a dangerous phrase to say around Pinkie, but Cheerilee had never been dissatisfied with Pinkie Pie's efforts, so she felt comfortable saying it.

The two of them said their farewells, Cheerilee going downstairs. To her amusement, she saw a tired-but-happy looking Mr. Cake behind the counter, Mrs. Cake missing.

“Morning Miss Cheerilee!” he said brightly. “Judging by the fact you're coming down from Pinkie's room, I'm guessing you're having a party planned?”

“A very correct guess,” she said. “My sister's birthday party. I'll be here tomorrow to help pick out a cake.” Unable to resist, she asked, “How's Zecora doing?”

Mr. Cake grinned, blushing a little. “Oh... I'd say things are coming along nicely for her,” he said.

Cheerilee snorted laughter and shook her head, musing on the fact that a sudden increase in sexual behavior was hardly the strangest thing to happen in this town. She picked up her coffee and muffins, finishing off the coffee and heading back home with her muffins.

She looked at the pamphlet again, and sighed. She pulled out a notepad and wrote down the various pros and cons of joining Twilight's harem.

PROS: guaranteed money coming in to use for school, potential for intellectual conversation with Twilight, potential for intellectual conversation with Zecora, potential for recruiting Twilight as a magic instructor, will get possessions back from Twilight shortly after giving them up, royal protection, Twilight's kind personality; likely not to embarrass me in public

CONS: actually having to deal with sex, have to initially give her all of my possessions, having to put up with the only legal form of slavery left in Equestria, being a sex slave for a year

She tapped her quill in the table, trying to think of more cons. She found herself mildly amazed when she realized that the pros of becoming an alicorn's temporary sex slave were outweighing the cons.

“Huh...” she said. She looked at the pamphlet again, and noticed a small line at the bottom. 'If you have further questions, seek me out directly' it read. Cheerilee resolved to do just that. As she stepped out of her door, though...

“Oh you've got to be kidding me!” she said, seeing Trixie trotting calmly through town, pulling her cart behind her. Ponies through rotten vegetables and rocks at her, but Trixie, without seeming to even notice them, would magically slash them out of the air.

Trixie blinked, noticing Cheerilee, and trotted over to the schoolteacher, a surprisingly pleasant look on her face.

“Ah, yes! If the Great and Powerful Trixie's guess is right, then you are Cheerilee, the local elementary teacher,” Trixie said.

“Yes...” Cheerilee said.

Trixie beamed. “Twilight Sparkle spoke of you in high regard in the letters we exchanged before Trixie chose to break contact with her for the purposes of Trixie's training journey.”

A rock the size of a pony's head was thrown at Trixie. Without breaking eye contact, her horn flared, grabbing onto the rock and carving the words 'Nice try, losers' into it and throwing it right back. There was a yelp as it hit the thrower, an absurdly muscular pegasus with tiny wings, right between the eyes.

“How...” Cheerilee said. “How did you do that?”

Trixie blinked. “How did Trixie do what?” she said, turning towards where Cheerilee was looking. The showpony turned just in time to see a large, moldy lettuce fly towards her cart, her magic dicing into salad greens without Trixie willing it to.

Trixie whinneyed happily. “HA! Trixie has been training in the Far East, in the mountains of Neighpon, to increase her magical prowess! So skilled has Trixie become, that she defends herself from attacks by simple reflex now!” she proclaimed, the mob that had formed upon seeing Trixie looking dismayed.

Trixie turned back to Cheerilee. “Trixie has become truly Great and Powerful now,” she said. “Trixie seeks to have one more magical battle with Twilight Sparkle. No corrupting amulets, no outside help, no nimrod fanboys bringing is Ursas and ruining everything, just pure magical prowess on display. A single, honorable fight to knockout, unicorn versus unicorn. And win or lose, Trixie shall never return to Ponyville again unless asked to.”

Cheerilee stared at her for a long moment. She could FEEL the added power the unicorn possessed. Maybe she could... Wait, did she say unicorn versus unicorn? she thought suddenly.

A wicked grin came to Cheerilee's face. “Well Trixie, I wish you the best of luck in your challenge,” she said. “In fact, why don't I escort you to her?”

Trixie grinned. “Trixie would appreciate that, yes,” she said. “Trixie would also, in her continuing efforts to be more polite than she used to be, thank you for being willing to take her to her rival.”

“It is a pleasant change, yes,” Cheerilee said. “I was about to go ask Twilight about another matter, but it can wait. This should be quite interesting.”

Cheerilee locked up her house, leading Trixie over to Twilight's treehouse, where two Earth pony royal guards, both mares, stood by the front door, guarding it steadfastly. When Trixie approached, they pointed their spears towards her.

“HALT!” said one of the guards. “We recognize you from the Princess's descriptions, Trixie!”

“Surrender any mystical artifacts you are carrying and leave Ponyville now!” ordered the others.

“Girls, it's all right,” Cheerilee said.

“Trixie means Princess Celestia no harm,” she said, ignoring the guards startled looks, “Trixie merely seeks to challenge her disciple to one last combat, fair and square, unicorn to unicorn.”

The two guards traded confused looks. Giggling, Cheerilee went up to each of them and whispered into their ears, explaining the situation. They both traded grins, and stood aside.

“You may enter, under Cheerilee's escort,” one of the guards said. Trixie nodded, unhooking herself from her cart and casting a protection spell on it so it wouldn't be affected by thrown vegetables or rocks. She then strode haughtily inside the library, a thoroughly amused Cheerilee trailing behind her.

“TWILIGHT SPARKLE!” Trixie declared to the empty lobby. “Come forth! The Great and Powerful Trixie has returned from many long months of training in the mountains of Neighpon, and has come seeking one last battle with you!”

Twilight poked her head out from an upstairs room, blinking. “Trixie?” she said. “Oh, it's good to see you! I take everything's gone well for you, then?”

Trixie grinned. “Indeed. Trixie apologizes for breaking off our contact so suddenly, but she needed to focus on her training! Now the Great and Powerful Trixie is more powerful than ever! Trixie has come seeking one last battle with you, Twilight Sparkle! Fair combat to knockout! Unicorn to unicorn...”

Twilight stepped out of the room, spreading her wings and flying down to meet Trixie and Cheerilee.

“...and oh FUCK ME,” Trixie groaned, slamming her head on a nearby desk in frustration.

Cheerilee giggled. “Very interesting choice of words, Trixie,” she deadpanned.

Twilight just smiled. “I take it you haven't heard the news, then? I'm a crown princess now. Got the fancy harness and horseshoes and everything.”

“An alicorn,” Trixie muttered. “Of COURSE you're an alicorn now. Were you just keeping those wings strapped down the entire time?”

Twilight shook her head. “Nope,” she said. “I invented an entirely new kind of magic. Apparently, such an act was potent enough to make me an alicorn.”

“Wonderful,” Trixie grumbled, pulling her head away from the desk. “Just perfect. All my training and you still jump ahead of me.”

Twilight shrugged. “Things just happened, I suppose. We can still go ahead with the challenge, if you want,” she said. “It'd be a shame for you not to show off your new skills, and an alicorn would be the perfect training partner to go all out on.”

“So you're a goddess now, then?” Trixie asked, scowling.

Twilight shook her head. “I don't think so,” she said. “Celestia said that at the minimum, my lifespan would be doubled. But otherwise I'm still me, just stronger and with royal authority.”

Trixie huffed. “Well... If you are willing, then yes, Trixie would challenge you,” she said.

Cheerilee blinked. “You mean you still want to... after seeing what she's become?” the schoolteacher asked incredulously.

Trixie sighed. “It's... a unicorn thing. Trixie cannot expect you to understand,” she said.

Twilight smiled thinly. “When compared to Earth ponies and pegasi, unicorns ONLY have their magic. Take that away and there's not much there. Historically, dominance in unicorn society was achieved through a show of magical force. To make a challenge and then back down results in a tremendous loss of face, even if the opponent is vastly superior. Not saying that I am,” she quickly added, “I'm just explaining how unicorn culture was in the time before the Princesses.” She thought for a moment, and added, “Before Prin... Before Celestia and Luna, not me and Cadence obviously.”

Cheerilee chuckled. “Still having trouble adjusting?” she asked.

Twilight shook her head, amused. “It's a little difficult at times to remember that I'm their social equal now, even after a year.”

“And yet you still stay here, in this relatively unimportant town,” Trixie said, visibly confused.

Twilight's eyes narrowed slightly. “I hold court in the old Everfree Castle. My official title is Guardian of Everfree and all towns connected to it. Plus, I actually like it here,” she said softly.

“Trixie meant no disrespect,” Trixie said, lowering her head and taking a step back. She thought for a moment, and added, “This time.”

Cheerilee facehoofed. Twilight just stared at her for a moment, and rolled her eyes, chuckling. “So it's settled, then. Challenge accepted. What stakes are you asking for?” Twilight said, smiling.

Trixie blinked. “Stakes?”

Twilight nodded. “What do you want if you should beat me?” she clarified.

Trixie went wide-eyed, a thoughtful look crossing her face. “Trixie didn't realize she could actually ASK for something in return for her victory. Trixie needs time to think...”

Cheerilee quirked an eyebrow, amused. “You haven't really thought this through beyond 'fight Twilight,' haven't you?”

“Well... no,” Trixie admitted. “Trixie was simply thrilled about her new strength and desired to test it.” She blinked, and added. “Come to think of it, Trixie's last sensei gave her a warning, said something about expectations, but Trixie cannot remember it at this time...” She shrugged. “It probably wasn't that important.”

“Uh huh...” Twilight said, smirking. She silently pitied any old master that had Trixie as a student. “Anyway, I have an idea of what the stakes should be.”

Trixie nodded. “Then state the terms, Twilight Sparkle,” she said. “Trixie awaits to see if your offer will be worth her time.”

“If you win,” Twilight said, “then I will do everything in my power to get you enrolled in the Lunaris Academy.”

Trixie flinched as if struck, staggering and falling to her knees. Cheerilee blinked. “The Lunaris Academy?” she asked.

Twilight nodded. “It's pretty much the greatest college in... well, all of Equestria, really. Celestia founded it as a tribute to her sister the first five-hundred years after the Nightmare Moon mess. They take in students of all three pony races, and after some accusations of racism a few dozen years back, started admitting zebras and griffons as well. If you go they're you're pretty much guaranteed to improve in pretty much everything you do. The teachers are tough, but fair, and damn good at what they do. Kinda like you, but at a college level,” the alicorn said, causing Cheerilee to blush and grin. “It's also fairly strict about its entry requirements, so it's a bit of a process to get in. They don't advertise, so I'm not surprised you haven't heard of them.”

“To go to the Lunaris Academy... Trixie hadn't dare dream of such a thing...” she said softly. She briefly lost herself in fantasies of studying under masters of all kinds of magic, before shaking her head to clear it. “And if, unlikely as it is, you should triumph, what shall the Great and Powerful Trixie do for you?”

“You join my harem,” Twilight said simply, smiling. Cheerilee just nodded, figuring it would be that.

Trixie blinked. “Wait... WHAT!?”

Twilight sighed. “The nobles have found a loophole that could possibly strip me of my crown,” she said. “To keep it, in the next two months I need to have a harem of at least twenty-five sex slaves. I'm doing well so far, but I need more. And... to tell the truth...” Twilight's grin turned predatory as she looked over Trixie's body, the showmare blushing and pulling her cape around herself reflexively. “You've always been a rather impressive specimen of mare, Trixie. Before, I was just interested in perhaps some intellectual discussion with you. But now that I've sampled the delights of physical pleasure... Heheh. I can't help but wonder how 'Great' and 'Powerful' you really are, if you get my drift.”

“EEP!” Trixie squeaked, slowly backing away. Has this sudden perversity always been there, but repressed? Trixie has never encountered a gaze so.. so... She couldn't even think of a word for it. She was confused, frightened, and to her dismay, a little bit aroused, too.

Twilight chuckled, pleased that Trixie had been riled up so easily. “I meant my offer, Trixie. If you manage to defeat me in fair combat, I'll help you get into the Lunaris Academy.”

Trixie hesitated. For the first time since she had made up her mind to challenge Twilight Sparkle one last time, she was starting to feel doubtful. There were so many new variables that she wasn't aware of. The whole princess thing, her new status and power as an alicorn...

Trixie cringed inwardly, finding herself looking back over her career and seeing that she had made a habit of not getting all of the facts before diving into a new project.

But the Lunaris Academy... It was too good an opportunity to pass up. And if she actually COULD defeat an alicorn in fair combat, then she could actually JUSTIFY calling herself the Great and Powerful Trixie.

“Trixie will follow through with her challenge, Princess Twilight Sparkle!” she declared.

Twilight smiled warmly. “Excellent! There's a small quarry just outside of town that a pack of Diamond Dogs used to stalk. We'll have our battle there.”

Cheerilee blinked. “Used to?”

Twilight giggled. “They kidnapped Rarity to try and make her their slave. She basically browbeat them into letting her go by being absurdly annoying. They tried to kidnap some ponies again, but by that time I was a princess and... well, let's just say having about a hundred armed, angry guards and an alicorn in a full rage staring you down can convince you to relocate quite easily,” she said.

Trixie gulped. Cheerilee smirked, still remembering the Alicorn Amulet incident. She had been made to create lesson plans detailing the 'glory of Trixie' for her students, and still harbored a bit of a grudge. (A small one. Fluttershy had explained to her over tea one day the corrupting effects of the Amulet. She felt a little bad for Trixie but it didn't change the fact that she actively sought out the Amulet of her own free will.)

After informing the guards of her plans, Twilight's horn flashed, and she teleported the three of them to said quarry, Ponyville visible in the distance ,a mile's walk away. Cheerilee staggered dizzily, leaning up against one of the only trees in the quarry, Trixie and Twilight seemingly unruffled by the teleport, marched to opposite ends of the flat field they were on, caves and small piles of dirt and rocks lining the area around them.

Trixie stretched herself, preparing for battle, as Twilight calmly preened her wings, waiting for Trixie to begin. After flaring her horn a few times, loosening up her magic, she nodded.

“No flying, Twilight Sparkle,” Trixie declared. “I want this to be a magical duel.”

Twilight nodded. “Of course, Trixie,” she said.

Trixie nodded. “Then let's begin. Severing Sectors!” Trixie shouted, her horn flaring pinkish light. Twilight blinked, and then teleported away as a net made of bladed energy shot out of Trixie's horn, wrapping around a boulder and chopping it into perfectly square chunks.

Twilight gave her an incredulous look. Trixie smirked. “Relax,” she said. “It's much less powerful on living things.” She gestured, pointing to a gopher that had been caught up in the net. It was cut in a few places, and looked terrified, but was otherwise fine.

“Still, that was a dangerous spell!” Twilight said, visibly stunned. “What magic have you been studying?”

“Combat magic,” Trixie said, smirking. “Hence the reason Trixie invoked the spell verbally. It's a weakness, yes, but each combat spell must be invoked verbally to trigger them. Trixie discovered the ancient battlemasters of Neighpon, and they willingly taught their arts to her. Something about 'not wanting their art to die with them.'” She blushed a little, and added, “Although a couple of them Trixie thinks just wanted to ogle her flank.”

Twilight grinned,. “But this... this is amazing!” the alicorn said, thrilled at the new discovery. “Trixie, you have to show me this magic! I've never been able to find anything on old combat spells and...” Twilight looked at Trixie's growing smirk, and realized what she had just said.

“You wish for Trixie to show you the combat magic she has learned?” Trixie said slowly. “As you wish. Dazzling Tackle!”

Trixie literally turned into a ball of sparkling energy, colliding with Twilight before she could throw up a shield. Cheerilee gasped as the alicorn flew back, slamming into a large boulder from the force of the blow. Trixie changed back to normal in midair, her horn blazing with pink energy, and shouted “Crystal Rain!”

Crystals of pure magical energy formed and rained down on the alicorn, pounding her down into the ground with such force that the boulder she was lying against was reduced to rubble.

Twilight managed to teleport out of the way of the barrage midway through it, wincing in pain from the beating she had taken, far too aware of the fact that she was a scholar and not a combatant. Feelin' a little bad now that I convinced Shiny to let me skip the combat training Celestia insisted on so I could study more...

Trixie laughed. “Is this the power of an alicorn? Come, oh Princess, Trixie knows you can do better than that!”

Cheerilee frowned. “Twilight, c'mon. You've beaten her twice now...” she said softly.

Twilight, her wings flared, quickly analyzed her situation. Okay. Trixie's the far more skilled combatant, that much is certain. I can't just play around with her or I'm going to lose this fight. The idea of just letting her win crossed Twilight's mind, as she wouldn't really mind helping Trixie get into the Lunaris Academy, but this was starting to be a matter of pride. Plus, she deduced (correctly) that Trixie would protest a forfeit and just challenge her again later. She needed to win, and win definitively.

Time to cheat, Twilight decided.

Trixie smirked, reaching out with her magikentic field in what Twilight guessed would be a grapple attack, only to reach out with her own. But instead of the counter Trixie expected, Twilight 'caressed' Trixie's magikentic field with her own.

Trixie gasped softly, feeling the sheer power in just that gentle caress. Magnificent, the showmare found herself thinking. Like holding the storm itself in your grasp. The power of an alicorn is astounding...

Trixie, blushing a little, leaped away. “You'll not find the Great and Powerful Trixie such an easy opponent to...”

Twilight, smirking, gave Trixie's rump a magical grope. The showmare, caught completely off-guard, eeped and jumped forward again. Before she could recover, Twilight pulled her into a passionate embrace, kissing her deeply. Trixie's mouth found itself stuck open in a shocked 'o' of surprise, allowing the alicorn's tongue easy access.

Cheerilee, watching this tableau, found herself blushing brightly. Twilight was an INCREDIBLE kisser, she could tell that just from watching.

Twilight slowly drew away, a thin line of drool coming her and Trixie's mouth that faded quickly as they separated. Trixie stood in place, her eyes wide and staring at nothing, her mane distinctly frazzled. The only coherent thought the showmare could form was That was the best kiss I've ever had in my life.

Trixie shook her head, trying to clear it. Before she could recover completely, Twilight's horn flared, picking the showmare and levitating her into a vertical position, forcing her lower legs to spread. Trixie blushed furiously.

“What are you planning, Twilight Sparkle?!” Trixie demanded.

“You are truly great and powerful, Trixie,” the alicorn said, smirking. “I admit that I'm relatively untrained in combat magic, and that in a fair fight you'd probably beat me.” Trixie's chest puffed out a little, but Twilight's next words deflated that little bit of ego quickly. “So I'm not going to play fair.”

Trixie gulped nervously.

Twilight licked her lips, grinning wickedly. “Before this, I didn't even think about sex at all, not even as a concept. But now... There's so much to do, so much to try! Sexual fetishes, positions, stamina tests, I love it all, want to LEARN it all! But most of all, I love having ponies, especially strong ones like you, call me Mistress. I've never felt this much power before,” she said, her voice turning husky as she shuddered in arousal, remembering the past few days. “I've tasted blood and I want more. You will give yourself to me, Great and Powerful Trixie. And you will do it willingly.”

Cheerilee blinked, trying to reconcile this speech with the soft-spoken heroic mare who had saved the world so many times that she knew.

Trixie huffed and folded her arms, looking away haughtily as Twilight pulled off her hat and cloak, gently setting them down beside Trixie. She tried to close her forelegs, but Twilight's magical grip was too strong, leaving her marehood exposed to the world. “You will find Trixie not so easily... AH!!” the showmare gasped as Twilight's magic shifted, becoming squirming, caressing tentacles of solidified energy that began to caress and stroke her body, gently teasing at her soft folds.

Cheerilee gasped softly, watching as Twilight molested the showmare in midair. Without her even realizing it, the teacher's hooves began to caress her own body as the scene went on.

“N-NO!” Trixie said. “I won't give in, I W-WON'T...” She bit her lip, whimpering softly as Twilight's magical tendrils slid all over her body, squeezing and caressing her flanks and rump, sliding along the inner thighs of her hindlegs, gently rubbing her chest and sliding down to tweak her teats, which stiffed rapidly underneath this flexible assault. Why does it have to feel so good?

A scene from a book she had read suddenly appeared in Twilight's thoughts. The alicorn smirked, slowly bringing Trixie closer to her. “You like being seen, don't you Trixie?”

Trixie, shivering in pleasure from the tendrils, nodded slightly. “N-Not like this, though,” she said, glancing over to Cheerilee. “T-Trixie thinks such things should be kept in p-private.” A tendril gently probed into her ass, making Trixie squeak.

Twilight chuckled. “Oh, I think you're lying to me,” she said. Trixie found herself being turned so that she was facing Cheerilee directly, her hindlegs spread wide. Trixie, blushing bright red, held her forelegs in front of her face, gasping softly as the tendrils spread her marehood's soft petals, arousal juices flowing out steadily as they began to thrust in and out, rubbing all around. Cheerilee, her face as red as Trixie's, found her eyes drawn to that dripping sex, magical tendrils teasing and probing into the soft flesh.

All right, you have control again, Twilight thought. Time to finish her off. How did it go in that book I read yesterday? Ah, yes. “Let's see...” she said, teasingly running her magical tendrils up and down her marehood's folds, coaxing her clitoris out. She gently began to caress that sensitive little dot of flesh, Trixie squirming beneath her grasp.

“'Great and Powerful,'” Twilight said, shivering in delight at the feeling of control she had over Trixie. “Perhaps. But methinks the Great and Powerful Trixie has a slutty side to her. Don't you agree, Cheerilee?”

The teacher just gulped, staring at the erotic display before her, not trusting herself to speak. Trixie whimpered softly, squirming in Twilight's grasp. It shouldn't feel this good, she knew that. Having a mare fondle her like this, DISPLAYING her for all to see (even if 'all' was just an audience of one), it should have been humiliating. But somehow, knowing that someone was watching her, seeing every moment of her violation... it made it even more pleasurable. The idea of being seen while rutting, letting everypony see every slutty part of her body, it turned her on in ways she had never even thought of before.

“You like being seen, don't you Trixie?” Twilight said, bringing her close and whispering in her ear, her magikinetic tentacles thrusting in and out of Trixie's dripping marehood.

She couldn't help it. It felt too good to lie. “Yes...” Trixie moaned, her hips bucking in time with the thrusts of Twilight's tentacles.

Twilight almost purred, gently running her tongue along Trixie's horn, making the showmare squirm in pleasure. “You enjoy having an audience, enjoy having your body violated where everypony can see you. You enjoy giving a SHOW,” she said, making her magic tentacles thrust deeply on the word 'show.'

Trixie let out a gasp of pleasure. “Ah!! YES!!” she moaned, unconsciously spreading her hindlegs wider as the tendrils of magic thrust in and out of her marehood.

“Then give me what I want, Trixie,” Twilight said softly. “Submit to me. Be my slave.”

Trixie bit her lip, stifling a moan of pleasure. Her resistance was slipping fast...

“We do want to give our audience a show, don't we Trixie?” Twilight asked, her voice almost a purr.

“I-I... I...” Trixie stammered, moaning softly. She was so close, Twilight's magical tendrils keeping her just on the edge without letting her go over.

“Tell me what I am to you, Trixie, and I will let you cum,” Twilight said softly, running her tongue along Trixie's horn again, a surge of pleasure running through the already blissed out mare.

She couldn't take it anymore. The last of Trixie's pride collapsed, and she let out a loud moan, yelling, “Mistress! You are my Mistress, oh please, let me cuuum!!”

Twilight smirked, kissing her on the cheek. “Good girl,” she said. She began to thrust her magic tentacles in and out of Trixie's marehood faster and faster, the unicorn's body quaking as she came. Trixie arched her back, letting out a howl of pleasure as her climax hit, her juices gushing from her overstimulated sex.

Twilight gently set her down on the ground, a satisfied smirk on her face. As Trixie lay there, panting, Twilight placed Trixie's hat and cloak near her. She walked over to Trixie's flank and touched her horn to the showmare's Cutie Mark, a slave ring symbol forming around it.

Trixie huffed, closing her eyes.

“You okay?” Twilight asked, generally concerned.

Trixie laughed wildly. “That... was FANTASTIC!!” Trixie shouted, surprising Twilight. “Trixie has NEVER felt that good before!”

Twilight blinked. “You sure? 'Cause I did sort of smash you around a little,” she said.

Trixie shivered. “Yes. And it felt GLORIOUS!” She practically threw herself at Twilight, kissing her passionately. “Oh dearest Mistress, we MUST do that again! Although perhaps for a bigger audiences...”

Twilight stared. “...You want me to ravish you again like I did just now. In public.”

Trixie nodded happily. “Yep!”

Twilight stared at her for a moment and shook her head. “Why am I surprised at anything anymore? Why?” She sighed. “Well, as I promised, after a year you'll be free again and off to the Lunaris Academy.”

Trixie blinked. “Wait, what? You won!”

Twilight grinned. “I'm not about to deny somepony a chance to learn from the best over something as silly as a duel,” she said. “This way, we both win. You just have to put up with me being a perv around you for a year.”

Trixie blushed, grinning. “If you keep making Trixie cum like that, then perv away oh delicious Mistress,” she said. She blushed, and added in a more demure tone, “And if you keep being nice to Trixie, then she may decide to serve you and service you for longer than just a year.”

Twilight blushed, smiling, and turned to Cheerilee. “Well, what did you think of our little show, Cheeri...” Twilight started, trailing off as she noticed the dazed, stunned expression on the mare's face .

“Um...” Twilight said.

Trixie came over and examined her. She chuckled. “Methinks, Mistress, that we have a virgin on our hands. One who's never even looked at porn, much less watch a mare cum before her eyes,” she said. She then winced a little, noticing that some of her juices had squirted so far as to land on the schoolteacher's muzzle.

Twilight looked thoughtful for a moment, and then leaned in, licking Cheerilee's inner ear. The schoolteacher squeaked in surprise, staggering back a little and blushing.

Twilight grinned. Trixie stared at her in amusement. “Trixie thinks that Mistress is enjoying herself greatly,” she understated.

“My sexual research is the most fun I've had since I first discovered the joys of advanced calculus,” Twilight said, giggling. “Of course I'm enjoying myself.”

Joys? Advanced calculus? Trixie thought, wincing. Celestia help me, I've been enslaved by the Princess of Nerds.

Cheerilee blushed, shaking her head as she recovered her wits. “I'm sorry, Twilight,” she said. “I've just... never seen anything like that before.”

Twilight smiled. “It's okay,” she said. “Was it entertaining?”

Cheerilee nodded, grinning. “Yes!” she said, coughing and calming down before adding. “Yes. And also... also very educational.”

Twilight gave her a confused look. “Educational?”

Cheerilee took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. The sexual display had left her thoughts whirling, as well as Trixie's comments afterward on how good it felt. “You see, I... I also wanted to join your harem. I was going to come see you about it when Trixie showed up.”

Trixie's jaw dropped. Twilight smiled. “Not that I'm complaining, but... why?”

Cheerilee blushed. “Well...” she said, thinking. “...My life's in something of a rut, I realize that now. I never indulged during my party girl years back when I was a teenager, and now my life is just lesson plans, trying to get bored foals to listen to me, constant failed attempts to stop Diamond Tiara's bullying and cleaning up after the Cutie Mark Crusaders.” She blinked, realizing she just said two consistent disasters were nothing more than part of a rut, and then shook her head. “If I were to join with you, I would be able to try new things, experiment and possibly get my life out of its rut. Plus, I've always considered you an intellectual peer, so I feel we could relate well to each other in-between... ah...”

“In between more intimate relations?” Twilight offered, smiling.

Cheerilee giggled nervously. “Yes, exactly. I'd love to get your take on things to teach the children. I'd even be willing to set you up as a magic tutor for the unicorns, if you'd like.”

Twilight gasped excitedly. “You... you'd let me teach!?” she asked.

Cheerilee nodded. Twilight, delighted, hugged her tightly. “Thank you thank you thank you!” she said. “Oh, I've always wanted to be a teacher!”

Trixie rolled her eyes, chuckling. Cheerilee blushed. “So I take it you're willing to let me be a part of your harem?” the teacher asked.

That snapped the alicorn out of her delighted haze. She coughed, letting Cheerilee go, and nodded. “Yes,” she said, a smirk coming to her face. “But let's go back to my place and get you 'properly intiated' first.”

Cheerilee blushed so hard she felt her cheeks starting to bruise.

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Later...
Library...
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Derpy glided down to the library, barely missing several branches on the way down. Her entire body felt relaxed after the massage she had gotten from Lotus earlier, the spa pony insisting that 'Mistress's second-in-command' stay and be treated to some relaxation.

And boy oh boy did that mare know how to give a good rubdown. Derpy shivered in delight as she remembered the feel of the Earth pony's hooves over her back, her rump...

Giggling, Derpy went inside the library, wanting to check to see if her Mistress needed anything before heading home. When she went inside, though, she got a bit of a surprise.

“Mrrrowl,” purred a voice. Derpy looked around the room, unable to find the source of the voice, only seeing a very annoyed-looking owl perched up near Twilight's bedroom.

“Hello?” Derpy said, confused. She eeped when she felt something rub up against her. She jumped back, looking in the direction the rubbing came... and blinked.

Cheerilee, purring, smirked up at her with a sensual gaze in her eyes. The schoolteacher mewled again, and sauntered over to Derpy, nuzzling the walleyed pegasus like a cat rubbing up against her owner, gently licking the side of Derpy's face. The former mailmare stared, catching a glimpse of the schoolteacher's Cutie Mark, which now bore a slave ring around it.

Derpy glanced over to the owl, who just shook his head and gestured with a wing over to one of the nearby side rooms. Derpy, a purring Cheerilee following behind, went over to the storeroom and opened it.

Inside, Twilight was frantically looking through various books, flipping pages and grunting with frustration when she couldn't find something, setting the book aside and pulling out another one. The tower of books behind her had gotten quite tall.

“...Mistress?” Derpy asked.

Twilight, startled, eeped and looked up. “Oh! Derpy!” she said, grinning nervously. “Hello!”

Derpy looked back at Cheerilee, who mewled happily, and said, “...Why is Cheerilee a kitty?”

Twilight grimaced. “I... don't know,” she admitted. “After we made love, she just started acting like a cat and hasn't stopped. I can't find any precedence for this anywhere and...” Twilight gestured wildly, accidentally causing the nearby tower of books to topple down on top of her, the alicorn yelping in surprise.

Derpy ran to help, only for a pink aura of magical energy to levitate the majority of books away. Derpy stared in shock as Trixie came around from behind another bookshelf, sighing as she put the books away, helping the alicorn out of the mess she had made.

“Trixie still thinks that Cheerilee is merely 'going kitty' as a means of expressing her long-repressed sexuality,” the showmare said, shelving books again. Derpy noticed the slave ring around Trixie's Cutie Mark, and her eyes narrowed as a scowl came to her face.

Twilight shook her head. “Maybe,” she said. “But I'd still like to try and find a logical, scientific explanation for this.”

“If you insist,” Trixie said, bowing. She looked over at Derpy and said, “I take it you are also one of Mistress's concubines?”

Twilight blinked. “Oh! That's right, you haven't meant everypony yet. Trixie, this is Derpy Hooves. She's my assistant and, in terms of the harem, my second-in-command.”

Trixie blinked. “Second-in-command?” she asked.

Twilight nodded. “That means she has authority over all the other girls in the harem. My five friends will have the same position if I can convince them to join,” she said.

Cheerilee mewled in amusement. Trixie, noticing the look on Derpy's face, licked her lips, grinning excitedly. “So... So that means she has authority over me.”

Twilight nodded. “Yep!” she said. And then she noticed the look on the former mailmare's face. “...Is something wrong?”

“The Ursa Minor crushed my house when it came,” Derpy said, glaring at Trixie.

Uh oh, both Trixie and Twilight thought at the exact same time, Twilight slowly backing away from Trixie.

“Time Turner was willing to take Dinky and I in, thankfully. But it was six months before we had a place of our own to live in again,” Derpy said.

Trixie winced. “The Apologetic and Contrite Trixie would like to point out that it was those two idiot fanboys that brought the Ursa to Ponyville, not me,” she said. “Although she does take responsibility for her lies that inspired them.”

Derpy fumed. “Well I'm glad you take responsibility, but I still don't like the fact that you're here now...” she said.

“Then perhaps you'd like to take out your frustrations on Trixie,” the showmare offered.

Derpy blinked, her eyes going wide. “H-Huh...?” she said.

Trixie purred, sauntering up to Derpy, pacing around her in a circle, flicking her tail across Derpy's cutie mark. “Come now. Surely you have some pent up aggression that's waiting to be released. Some ruthless, feral desires that need sating. Trixie will gladly be your 'stress ball,'” she cooed.

Derpy squeaked. Her recently awakened sexual side was more than willing to take Trixie up on her offer. And she did have some aggression against Trixie she needed to work out. But what Trixie was suggesting...

“In case you're wondering, Derpy,” Twilight said, smirking a little. “She does seem to like it rough. Feel free to go in a little heavy on her.”

“Trixie loves it when it hurts,” the showmare said to Derpy, turning and raising her tail enticingly. “Mistress Derpy can do anything she likes to Trixie...”

Derpy felt the last of her resistance breaking. “Oh to heck with it,” she said, tackling the showmare and kissing her roughly, making Trixie moan with pleasure.

As Derpy began to molest Trixie, Cheerilee sauntered up to Twilight and nuzzled her. The alicorn shook her head. “Well... I want to say 'things can't get any weirder,' but with my luck it probably will.”

Cheerilee just mewled, smiling.

TO BE CONTINUED...