Catch and Release

by PunkRoctorok

Rating: mature
Tags: Rainbow Dash, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life, Twilight Sparkle, Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2397

Twilight and Trixie. Romantic clop.

Twilight and Trixie are back in Ponyville after reuniting, enjoying their new found feelings for one another. But some insecurities lie behind their union, and not everypony, it would seem, wants to see them together. How will Trixie show Twilight exactly what she means to her?

Published 2012-02-07 00:09:58 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-07 00:09:58 UTC

Catch and Release

It was a warm afternoon and Twilight and Trixie were blowing bubbles. In her bedroom’s cozy atmosphere, Twilight and her former adversary were nestled up to their furry chests in a blanket. All eight of their respective legs were adorned in fuzzy pony socks, courtesy of one Rarity. Twilight’s warmed with their cordiform patterns while Trixie’s flashed the stitched pattern of vibrant cosmos. The former giggled playfully.

“My, my Trixie, these bubbles sure are proving to be your deadliest opponent yet. Hahaha.” She chirped out, lifting a hoof to stifle more giggling.

The blue unicorn hardened a flustered glare at the one who levitated the bubble bottle and its wands over the sheets. “You would do well to hold your tongue, Miss Sparkle.” Closing her eyes and raising her face haughtily, she continued. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will vanquish your foaming, flying monstrosities as one smashes a pest. Watch in awe.”

And Twilight, eyes wide and full of glee as she bit her hoof to suppress the pent up laughter, did watch. Focusing as she had before, Trixie faced forward. “Time to get a’poppin.” At that, Twilight blew into the dripping circular hole of the scepter and a flurry of bubbles spilled into the air.

Immediately, Trixie began swinging both forelegs willy-nilly, swatting her airborne targets. Some of those swings connected with them, while others whooshed past, sending the bubbles flitting off into the room. Leaping from the warm blanket, Trixie landed on all fours on the bed as she stepped up her game.

By now Twilight Sparkle was roaring with laughter, encouraged more so when Trixie began, most comically, tossing her head about in attempts to pop bubbles with the tip of her horn. The purple pony was gasping for breath as Trixie shot a victorious pose, having burst all the bubbles without magic or stepping a hoof off the mattress. Turning, she boasted.

“Once again, Trixie has proven…”

“Nuhu, you missed one.” Twilight said in an expectant tone. Turning to face her, the showmare spotted the final bubble and snickered at the irony presented. Walking back up to Twilight, she knelt down to her knees. Some way or another in her frantic lashings a foamy ball had found rest on the purple pony’s nose. Inching her tongue ever so slightly from her lips, she popped it, its clean, soapy taste tingling the tip.

Twilight giggled at the action and looked earnestly into Trixie’s eyes. A brief gap in time later and their lips met, perking to mingle before pulling apart. The standing pony slipped once more into the covers and leaned her head against Twilight’s. Closing her eyes, she spoke her thoughts calmly into the bedroom air.

“Trixie is very content, in her accomplishment, to lie like this for some while, that is unless, you wished to something else.” At that, she felt Twilight’s throat swallow and her shuffle a bit toward Trixie, facing her more directly. Trixie breathed deeply. “One moment, I…”

“Trixie,” the other mare interjected. “I…need to get something off my chest…” her eyes peered down at Trixie, who opened hers but did not make contact, instead staring forward toward a purple coat.

“Yes? What is it Twilight?” she was a bit tense.

Glancing off to the side a moment, Twilight began. “Well it’s just, my friends, I don’t think they like you very much. Well I think actually, I think, even more than that, they don’t like us. As in you and me…together like this.”

By then, Trixie had sat up and was giving Twilight full attention. She tried to appear level headed. “What makes you say that?”

Shaking her head a bit, Twilight breathed out and continued. “I don’t know. I mean they seemed all smiles at first, well not Rainbow, but she’s not easily convinced. But then…” she paused a bit.

Trixie pried. “But then?”

“Well, they started acting off. Like…like they are waiting for something. Something to happen. As if this whole you-me idea hasn’t clicked yet. AS if…I’m making some horrible mistake…” She couldn’t meet Trixie’s eyes, instead gazing into her blue coat.

Trixie felt her face heating up. She delved deeper, conscious of the fact she might not like what she found. “Did they say anything?”

“Well, when I picked up our socks from Rarity’s, she asked me odd questions, like how we were getting along and if you were going to be in town in the near future. She seemed uneasy and awkward about it…”

Now it was Trixie’s turn to gulp. She had her suspicions, but then…

“The worst of it is, I heard Dash and Applejack talking together in the orchard at Sweet Apple Acres. Rainbow she…” her frown was apparent. “She said that she thought you were using me. Like it was some sort of revenge for, well, the whole thing with the Ursa…that as soon as I was at my most vulnerable, you’d leave…”

Trixie just looked into Twilight’s eyes, from one to another, her mouth slightly agape. The words spoken were a heavy blow, but summoning all her willpower she deflected it in order to formulate her response. Her next question was as neutral as she could manage:

“Do you believe it?”

Twilight’s head slumped and in seconds tears winked at the corners of her eyes. This was it, Trixie knew her heart was about to break. But the words she anticipated never came. Instead, like the angelic voice of heaven, her lover answered.

“Of course not. Trixie…I love you.” The tears meandered like streams down her purple cheeks and Trixie felt a slight tingle at her lips and her heart skip a beat as glimmering, dazzling pupils of purest amethyst met her own.

She managed to speak. “You know, it had been years since Trixie dated, before you…” she smiled and blushed a bit. “Once I got enough support to start traveling, I didn’t try to get involved with anypony. I moved around too much. That and well, bopping with whoever isn’t Trixie’s-my style.”

Twilight allowed a grin. “Haha, me neither.”

Trixie scooted closer and with a socked hoof dried up those salty rivulets. “Let me show you, Twilight, what exactly all this, this crazy, stupid, messy, confusing, scary, beautiful thing called love means. What you mean. To me.”

Her emotions let loose, galloping as a free mare far into the distant sun, Twilight melted into Trixie’s arms.

At first, their lips clashed, meeting like two moths high around a street lamp on a summer’s night. They intertwined, mixing, molding, feeling the moist warmth of one another. For Twilight, it was like the promises of tomorrow bore on a dove, forever flying toward the fringe of dawn.

Trixie pulled away, and with the nudge of a playful filly pushed Twilight onto her back. The latter’s mane splayed onto the pillow in all its grandeur, Trixie inched over her lover. Folding legs onto that fluffy belly, she returned to her smooching, lifting her neck each time to stare at Twilight’s eyes.

With a smooth grin, Twilight reached a hoof up and over the blue mare and rested it atop her neck. She stuck out her tongue, moving the pawn forward on the chess board. Trixie played to take it, moving in. Her lips grasped the mouth muscle and played along its length, massing, sucking, tasting once again that flavor of blackberries.

A moment passed, and mouths opened finally got reacquainted. If love had games, this was the sparring match, for each tongue wrestled and tangoed with the other, a blissful duel of passion. Twilight felt spectacular; Trixie’s mouth was sweet like icing and her mane, she could swear, had the pleasurable tingle of firework smoke. She pulled away to breath.

“Mmmmmmmm” was her exhalation, her affirmation of a performance well done. With a quick motion, she licked hastily along the blue horn above her. Trixie shut her eyes briefly and grinned.

“Oh no, Twilight, I believe it is my turn to tease.”

Giddy with anticipation, Twilight asked, “Yea? What do you have in mind?”

Rising off Twilight’s purple belly, Trixie nudged her to lay the opposite way, her head close to the edge of the bed. Tossing a pillow down to her, Trixie placed her blue flank atop the other. She took one of Twilight’s rear legs into her hold, nuzzling its soft sock. “I want you to watch this.” Trixie was ready to treat this beautiful, delicate mare to something special.

Reclining, the impending receiver leaned on her cushion and was all eyes. Delicately, tenderly, Trixie nipped the end of the cotton pony sock, feeling its fabric brushing her tongue while simultaneously dampening from her saliva. Her teeth clamped down and tugged a bit, causing it to come off about an inch. Twilight gasped at this. All Trixie needed as motivation.

With more force, she unslipped the sock ever so slowly until about half its length dangled off the hoof. Then she stopped, maw still holding it, to meet eyes with Twilight. The unicorn’s cheeks were red; this was obviously heating her up. Trixie shook the sock around a bit before removing it completely.

What remained was one glorious, beautiful leg and hoof, like some classical example of ideal feminine beauty. Twilight’s tail below swished over Trixie’s belly. She wanted more. Ever so slowly, while simultaneously caressing her gorgeous leg, Trixie slid her tongue from the back of the hoof to the tip. Twilight moaned out. A few licks later and she was panting and the tongue of the Great and Powerful prodded that little purple hoof.

After some time the second rear sock was removed and both legs were placed in line and the showmare, delighted by the squeaks and rushed breathing of Twilight Sparkle, lapped at their curved bases. The same purple pony had placed a forehoof down in between the closed legs, trying to get at the heat inside. But Trixie wouldn’t have it. A glow of magic and those front limbs were restrained. Lick after lick, Twilight got hotter and hotter, whimpering beggingly for the teasing to stop, all the while loving it. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyelids together.

Ready to progress, Trixie lowered the rear hooves and released her magical grip. Time for the main act. Twilight rose and wiggled forward, eagerly meeting Trixie’s lips halfway up the bed. They kissed for a few moments when Trixie placed a hoof on Twilight’s cutie mark.

“Are you ready to light the spark of the grand finale?” she asked Twilight with promise.

“Oh, please. I’ve loved the show so far. Send me out with a bang!” Twilight pleaded.

Trixie nodded, then turned around her lover in her arms, facing her toward the open room. Simultaneously while lying back, the blue mare gripped those back legs once again and hoisted Twilight toward her. Of roughly equal length, both ponies lay posed opposite one another’s most intimate areas. While blushing but ready, Twilight sank to her knees.

It was like the breath of life when Trixie leaned up, just an inch away from Twilight’s swollen flower, and breathed a hot breath. Cascades of tingles burst like summer lightning up her spine and echoed like thunder down legs. She bit her lip and Trixie tasted her.

Prodding along the eager lips, Trixie carefully and passionately tasted and rubbed everything. Her receiver moaned cutely, then looked down, noticing the neglected tulip the was Trixie. Eagerly, she pushed her face inward. Caught off guard, the lower mare gasped out of her own exploration, thankful for the attention she was being given. She allowed a few seconds of pure bliss before continuing.

Minutes passed and Twilight removed her two remaining hoof socks, using her hoof tips to rub around while she licked. On the other end, Trixie was poking around with her slick tongue tip, searching for the treasure she so sought. Sliding her probing tool into a fleshy groove, she instantly felt the twitch as well as the gasp of her lover, and knew she’d found it: Twilight’s bud. Slipping around it deftly, she dared a nip.

The purple pony lurched her head into the air to scream while also lowering her supple bottom farther toward Trixie. The latter began her assault, flicking and swirling that little nub so tenderly, so lovingly that the sounds from Twilight’s mouth could have been mistaken as cries of pain, thought they were of intense pleasure. Realizing Trixie was still slippery with her saliva, the purple mare went back to returning the favor.

And before either of them knew it, the finale came. Trixie hugged Twilight’s purple belly tightly while the same mare dug her hooves into the mattress and they both moaned audibly as the explosions synchronically shook their tense bodies. Tears ran from Twilight’s eyes, both in sheer ecstasy and that of the immaculate passion she had just experienced. Both still slick and sweating, Twilight crept up to her lover’s face.

Once more, the moths collided in the glow of streetlight, and if in those serene moments a bat tore them out of the night, neither would mind. They had ended the very world and rebirthed it before dawnlight, remaking it a place where the trees were always green and the leaves never died.

Outside, in the waning sun of afternoon, a Rainbow maned pony stood perched on a branch of the library. Knowing of her deftness, the others had sent her to spy, to observe the new couple, and to report her observation. Expecting the worst from Trixie she listened to them. But then, through the circular library window, she saw what it all meant.

At least part of it. She respected some things were private and left for periods, returning to see if they had finished their dance. Secrets like these were best left untold. It flapped like a finch in her heart when their intimacy played itself out in her head. This was their special moment; nopony else needed to know. She felt a bit of guilt at her former mistrust, but would not let herself go unredeemed. Ready to make things right, she took flight into the sky. Her silhouette against the sun, she smiled and felt her heart at rest. The light would soon fade across the horizon, and soon the moths would flutter amongst each other in the Twilight.