> Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 4: The Mare of His Dreams
>  by Frocto
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> Trixie Ruins Lunch At Sloppy Joe's. Sexually.
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"Twilight! Hello, dearest!" 

Twilight Sparkle, the cherubic angel in question, froze in place as Rarity bounced on over to him. 

Emphasis on bouncing, two very big emphases! The sweater-clad cleavage of Equestria’s largest, plumpest couturier had its own personal rhythm few could match, inviting drooling onlookers to stare for hours and hours and hours... And if they ever did get tired of those wobbling armfuls of titanic titties, they always had her miniskirt to gawk at. Rarity’s outfit of the hour also came equipped with the shortest of breezy little skirts, and this one constantly fluttered over and around those thick, thick thighs.

What a babe! What a classic Manehattan vixen!

Normally, a stallion like Twilight would brag for days and days about keeping such exquisite company. Yet, in actual fact, Rarity was the one counting herself lucky to know him.

"Well, fancy seeing Ponyville's finest femboy here on Nightmare Night... Now we’ll have the whole night to get caught up on the latest gossip, mm?" Rarity had taken a commanding hold on Twilight the moment she’d seen him. Now she snuggled him deeper and deeper into her cleavage until it looked like even his shoulders might be swallowed up by the burgeoning expanses of Rarity.

When Twilight finally surfaced, it was with a light frown staining those otherwise impeccable features. "Actually, Rarity, Princess Celestia needs me to give a speech tonight! I'm sorry, but..."

Rarity's features fell, her radiance gone dull as a single, forlorn word left her lips: "Oh."

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"Twilight, Twilight, Twilight! My, my, my, you have been busy! I just heard the news about you and Celestia... You sly dog, I would never have known you'd have it in you!"

Rarity was dressed more than appropriately for the high society dinner party in Canterlot: when you tailored most of these people's clothes yourself, fitting in was a snap and then some. She wore a black gown that fit snugly to her own set of immense, childbearing hips, possessing a lower body to rival Celestia's own. The real treat, however, was the thigh-high stockings decorating her thick thighs, covering not-quite everything... They revealed an enticing strip of soft, smooth flesh that naturally drew the eye; couple that with her strappy high-heeled sandals and her butt truly popped out, amply straining the dress's rear.

She wore it with confidence and grace, even if inwardly her stomach was swarming with metaphorical butterflies. It had been a month since she'd last seen her favourite little boy toy and she was just itching to catch up. 

"To think I'll be an aunt soon! Metaphorically speaking, of course. But yes, I was thinking... Celestia's going to be having all sorts of cravings soon, why don't we hit up a few ice cream stores, mm? And I know the most darling little cake shop! I'm somewhat of an expert in..."

Forcibly dragging his eyes from Rarity’s ass, Twilight focussed on her face. "Mm. Uh. Actually... I've been asked by Celestia to go on a diplomatic mission to the Crystal Empire... I'm..." he paused to release a staggering yawn, "I've done nothing but research its customs for the last few days, and I'm exhausted... But, yes, mm, cake when I get back. Whenever that is..."

"Oh."

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Months passed, and Twilight just seemed to grow busier and busier, until he hardly saw her at all anymore. But finally, against all odds, a day was secured for the pair to get together and catch up. Rarity was delighted, of course: nothing would ruin her special day with her pretty young stallion. She checked the schedule front to back and side to side. Twilight had nothing to do on this most special of days, and only the most simple and menial of tasks before and after. 

If he turned her down now, it would have to be on purpose. 

“La dee dum, dee dee… Art of the dress~” She didn’t have an entire song ready for such an occasion, but she did hum some vaguely-musical bars as she glided down the stairs. Why, it felt like she was just walking on air! A delicious lunch at a fine dining restaurant with best-of-friends Twilight Sparkle. What more could she ask for? That one pair of heels she’d been eying earlier, maybe, but besides that? Nothing. 

She’d let him choose the locale - it was a gentleman’s job to treat a lady, after all - but he was a clever boy. She had faith he’d pick something suitably trendy for a day out with Rarity. Twilight was a native to Canterlot’s sprawling urban jungle, and surely knew all the nicest establishments by heart. The restaurants in the kingdom’s capital were renowned for their ability to pamper a patron with food, presuming they could afford it... and she was certainly feeling peckish! A thin trickle of drool snuck its way out of the corner of her lips as visions of a friendly heart-to-heart over risotto danced merrily in her head.

Ding dong! Her eyes lit up and her ears perked. “Oh, that’s him!” She rushed to the door, as fast as her heels would allow, and let him ring just once more. Couldn’t look too eager! Ding- “Hello, Twilight!” Rarity pulled the door open right on the dong. In more ways than one, it looked like. She couldn’t help glancing immediately down toward his beyond-tight leggings, the unmistakable imprint of little Twilight throbbing gently through the fabric. The fat head hanging low by his knee pulsed gently. To round the outfit out, he wore a long-sleeved white blouse.

“Oh!” Rarity’s usually snow-white cheeks blushed a heated red. Goodness, somepony was in a mood to show off today. Besides her, naturally. She had on the latest in her new line: a brilliant scarlet dress that shimmered nearly as much as Twilight’s leggings, with plenty of delicate skin shown off in all the right places. The sapphire blue of her cutie mark played teasingly at the edges where her outfit showed off her luscious hips - a siren call for Twilight to come see more, if he was feeling a little frisky after lunch. “Well, I see you’re all dressed up, Twilight. Come to spirit me away for a bite to eat, are you?”

“Just like we planned!” Twilight grinned, his face full of more energy now than she’d seen him with the whole year prior. “I picked out a great place for us, the best in town. You’re going to love it, I promise.” 

“Best in town!” Rarity’s heart fluttered at that one. Surely Twilight meant to make the most of this time they had together. “What’s it called? Have I heard of it before? Is it reviewed in all of the most high-profile food critics’ columns?” 

Twilight shimmied his frankly enormous hips this way and that, tilting his head back with a hint of nervousness. The pretty pony brayed in the back of his throat as he coiled an errant finger in a silken strand of purple and pink hair. "Mm! Oh, I do hope you'll like it, Rarity! It's my own little hidden gem, and I haven't been there in sooo long..."

In a flash of energy, he vanished, and a pair of spectral, lavender hands seized hers out of thin air, lifting them and clasping them together. A moment later, the rest of Twilight phased in behind them with the familiar puff of magic being released, his teleportation complete. He appeared staring deep into Rarity's eyes, massaging the backs of the curvy babe's hands in his palms. "I'm so excited to be able to share it with someone... and most of all with you, Rarity! My dearest friend..." He clip-clopped a step closer to her, shrinking the foot or so of space between their bodies into bare inches. 

Rarity's eyes naturally fell to Twilight's plump, impossibly-kissable lips, so large and full they'd always given the stallion something of a slight lisp. At the moment, they were clearly pursed in concern, even more pronounced than normal. 

To Rarity, it was not unlike an obvious mating signal from him to her. That stance he was taking, wide-eyed, slightly open-mouthed, rocking his curvy hips... it was all the sorts of signals a cute filly gave her stallion when she was ready to be mounted, and it certainly inspired Rarity to take the lead in their exchange. How easy would it be for her to simply take him by the shoulders and properly assert herself on the little colt as they both knew she should? She could kiss that little minx until his head spun, and he’d be buck-naked in her bed within the hour.

The more Rarity thought about it, the more her heart fluttered. A rare goofy smile began to spread across her face. "Eheh... Eheheh..."

But no! This was dinner, and she was a lady! And ladies waited until after dinner to squat over their slender, narrow-shouldered lovers, keeping those trappy cute-boys pinned under their massively-curvy frames. Ladies waited until after dinner to leer and drool as they lowered their thick, adult pussies down onto pretty, upthrust cocks, slurping them up to the very base and then shaking their hips out like maniacs! 

Yes, exactly. The true way of a proper lady was to mount, dominate, and milk after a full night's entertainment.

"Well!" Rarity said, clutching her purse to her motherly bosom, even as she wished it was Twilight's head instead. "We had best be off, then, mm?"

She extended her hand towards him, adorned with close to a dozen golden bangles, rings and bracelets. Actually, the only part of it that seemed to be conspicuously bare was her ring finger, which looked absolutely naked in comparison. "Shall we?"

Unfortunately, Twilight had already turned and was heading to the door! Rarity suppressed a howl, stamped her high-heeled boot on the floor, then lifted her skirt and hurried off after him!

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The walk to dinner was delightful in how uneventful it was, giving the pair a rare opportunity to simply catch up. A calm before the storm, as it were. 

They didn’t walk in silence - far from it, in fact - but though Rarity’s mouth moved and Twilight’s head bobbed in agreement, her heart was pumping too fast and the blood roaring too loudly in her ears to really hear. It was just aimless patter, or conversational static. 

It didn’t matter to Rarity that nothing was said. Plenty of time to get to the real meat of the discussion once they were at a table… and still later, once they were cozy under the covers. What she wanted now more than anything was only to hear Twilight’s voice. To be seen with him as they walked the streets of Canterlot. Why, she could practically see herself in the next round of paparazzi shots. The photos of the two of them together would doubtless make the cover on all sorts of trashy gossip rags. Amazingly attractive mare with divinely-inspired fashion sense sighted with Princess Pet, Twilight Sparkle. Goodness, how everyone would talk! 

Eventually, however, their journey, and Twilight Sparkle, came to a sudden halt. Obliviously walking forwards as she was, Rarity managed to squish herself a good way into him before she even realized they’d arrived. 

“Soo sorry, Twilight!” she said, fighting the urge to sigh in delight. Mmm, he felt so good where he was she wondered she should ever have to let him go. But let him go she did - the proper and polite thing to do while in public - and she giggled as he gasped for air. Nearly smothered by contact with her own plush curves, what a thought.  

“Where is it?” She put a hand over her eyes to block out the sun, trying to find their doubtlessly palatial dining place. This seemed one of the… less opulent segments of Canterlot, merely twice as nice compared to Ponyville instead of a dozen times over. Still, even Canterlot’s meanest dregs could hide sparkling gems. 

“Across the street? I see a place called… Chez Zee?” She frowned, trying to make out the restaurant of her dreams from what seemed a view of a mid-level bistro. “That’s not it, is it?”

Twilight could only giggle. “No, no, of course not! Chez Zee isn’t worth bringing you out here for. Turn around!” 

“Ah, I see.” Once she was quite sure Twilight wouldn’t take notice, she let out the tiniest sigh of relief. Had she thought for even a moment that Twilight would take her to such a dumpy little restaurant while they were in Canterlot, of all places? A little trust in her friends would do her good! She grinned a guilty sort of grin and spun slowly in place. “Let’s see now…” What could it be, she wondered? A nice French outlet? A family-owned gryphon affair? Or even- 

“Sloppy Joe’s?” 

Twilight thrust the glass double-doors open and stepped inside the restaurant most odious. When in Canterlot, Rarity was used to having her name formally announced by Equestria’s finest serving staff... and now the only heralding either of them were receiving was the ding-a-ling-a-ling of the low-hanging bell overhead.

She followed behind Twilight in a daze as he guided her down to one of the many tables, and the thick-reared pair soon each had their own Double Joe-Burgers with fries and soda to tuck into... much to Twilight's delight. Rarity seized the mayo-oozing buns with her long, elegant evening gloves, already dreading the stains she would doubtlessly pick up before lunch was over. As she lifted it to her lips to take a few wandering nibbles here and there, she wondered if perhaps she were just a mite overdressed.

Then she glanced up and saw the little glutton opposite her was already sucking his fingers dry and ordering another. "Oh, Twilight," she thought to herself with a smile. "You always did have quite the little appetite, didn't you?"

"Sorry to bring you out here, heh..." said Twilight, again running a hand down the back of his mane, smoothing out the silk across and down the chair's cushioned back. "But all I've had to eat these last few months is the fancy stuff prepared by Celestia's personal chef staff... I just had to sneak in some fast food while I was out!"

Rarity laughed, already becoming more at ease with her favourite little dork. That was just so classically Twilight, she could hardly fault him. And the burger certainly wasn't unpleasant! Spying a strip of tomato sticking out the side, she made a show of sinking her teeth into it and pulling it out, slurping it down into her belly. "Mmrgh. I suppose you're right, dear!"

Rarity crossed and uncrossed her long legs under the table. Then she leaned forwards, putting her elbows up and batting her long, long eyelashes. Massive, wobbling breasts spilled out under her elbows, engulfing them fully on either side. The simple motion was enough to smother almost a full third of the table under busty, natural pony-teat, with plenty of chest to spare! "I do so wonder what other charms we can find for you to sink your teeth into, mmm?"

Twilight gasped, leaning back a little bit in his seat... momentarily. "Ah!" Then, he came forwards, as if pulled by an invisible lure. "Rarity... Mm, I..."

The greedy mare's eyelashes beat up and down again, her smile getting a little wider. So much of her cleavage was on the table now she was bumping her Sloppy Joe's serving tray. "Yes, dear?"

He gulped. "I'd really like to..."

Unfortunately for the spot between Rarity's legs that had been throbbing all day, she didn't get to hear the rest of his sentence. There was a great and sudden crash from behind them as one of the diner's windows burst inwards, shattered under the impact of a very large, and very well-developed, body.

A whizzing blur of blue and white rocketed across the room as glass rained down on the floor. The vague shape of a woman with knees tucked into her chest and arms akimbo flew across the room, before coming to a skidding halt atop one of the many four-seater booth's tables, right beside the ball pit. With an extra splash of magic, it came skidding to a halt, the table rocking crazily underneath it.

"Twilight Sparkle! At last!"

Twilight cringed back in his seat, as if trying to hide behind his freshly-delivered second burger. Rarity glanced from him to the feisty newcomer standing over them. "Twilight? Who, ah... Who is..."

Twilight sank a little lower. "Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact..."

Although he really should have! The view was extremely easy on the eyes. Even dressed down as she was, and with her sneakers currently buried in a crying child's burger and shake, the flamboyant cutie standing over them certainly did cut an impressive figure for herself. Tall and shapely in the extreme, and exuding a rare, almost primitive confidence one would expect from a proud lioness... or perhaps a spider crawling towards a fly caught in its web, flecks of drool flicking from its venom-soaked fangs. 

She had come in a fully black, yet very sheer nylon bodystocking that tightened on every contour, shaping and forming her thighs, calves and arms. It particularly did a number on her butt, because where those long, meaty legs ended, a real sexual wonderland began. Those bubbly cheeks practically burst from the garment like a second set of cleavage, the straps of her black thong rising up between her asscheeks like a whale tail from a churning grey sea. 

She had thrown a sky-blue hoodie on over that. But even trapped under such a loose and shapeless garment, a buxom figure still begged to be admired... Where her long, full legs were free to prance about exposed, the hoodie was strained across her breasts to near-bursting, the material thrust out almost a solid foot in front of her. She was absolutely stacked, bearing large, natural breasts fit to make a grown stallion cry, and the slightest movement seemed to set them off wobbling. Rather than demeaning her, or even making her embarrassed of her body, she seemed to carry that rack like it was just one more reason why she was so cool, thrusting it aggressively at Twilight and Rarity, daring them to stare. That the slightest shift of her sneakers was enough to make them bounce was just icing on the cake~

Within the loose garment’s hood, most of her smooth, sophisticated features were rendered camouflaged under a silky explosion of long white hair spilling out of its confines. But what they could see was absolutely pinched with pleasure! She had half shut her eyes, breaking out into a big, amicable grin, teeth flashing as she swayed her hips this way and that. Colossal cocksucker lips drew up the sides of her face, so large it was like looking on at a living cartoon character... but with an unmistakable fullness to them that reminded them both she was very much real. They dimpled just like any other flesh would when she lashed them with her slippery tongue. The artificial light from the bulb overhead made the light play across the shiny blue lipstick she'd applied: slathered on so thick it was a wonder it didn't drip right off. 

"So, Twilight Sparkle!" she continued. "You've finally made the critical error I was waiting for! You’ll regret venturing out from under that Goddess's oh-so-Celestial embrace!"

She waggled a finger, turning another circle with her hips. The child continued to cry around the sloppy remains of a Sloppy Junior. "Well, it will be your last, you naughty little munchkin! Because now I have you right where I want you, right in the clutches of the GREAT..."

"No-no-no-no..." whined Twilight, clutching the table in a white-knuckled grip.

"... AND POWERFUL..."

"Nononononono..." Twilight wished he could disappear, and instead settled for slinking his head further down under the table.

Trixie leapt into the air again, landing on Twilight and Rarity's table this time. Crushing their food, obviously. 

"... TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIXIE!"

Trixie thrust her hoodie down around her shoulders, causing a mesmerizing cascade of flowing white hair to spill down her back. She popped a sorceress's hat into her hand, rapidly affixing it to her head. "Now Trixie can bare herself to you as the true Master of Magic she is! Ahaha!"

Rarity flushed red in the face. “Twilight? Just who is this?”

“Well,” Twilight began, sinking as far down into his seat as his overflowing hiney would allow. “It’s a very long story, you see. It starts with, ah… What’s really important is… Um.” 

Twilight cleared his throat, then finished his thought in a squeaky little whisper: “Anyway, yes, her name is Trixie.” 

“The Great and Powerful Trixie, the Great and Powerful Trixie will have you know,” the Great and Powerful Trixie corrected him. She turned fully toward Twilight, thrusting him into darkness as her immeasurable bust blocked out all light from above, leaning down and looming over him. “And after that humiliation you visited upon her earlier, she has thought of nothing but getting her revenge!” 

With all of her leaning forward, she had also managed to thrust nothing but butt right into Rarity’s face. Though Rarity could admire a rump with such a clear amount of care put into it as the next mare, she had to draw the line at a double-cheek show from the Thick and Fleshy-ful Tushie. 

“Now see here!” Rarity stood up suddenly, the impact of her lush rack with Trixie’s backside enough to send her flopping forward into the booth behind Twilight. “I don’t know who you are, you crazed ruffian, you!”

Rarity drew herself up to her full, not-quite-towering but still considerable, height. “But I came out here for a nice lunch with a very good friend! I’ll not have you interrupting it with these shenanigans!”

It took Trixie more than a moment to recover from her stupendous fall; if only she had studied as hard in acrobatics as she had in magical theatrics, she might have managed it with some grace. But as it was the whole restaurant was treated to an eyeful or two of her rump in the air, legs flailing about as she re-angled herself tits-side-up.

“What rudeness is this!” she shouted, once she had finally managed to orient herself. Her sorceress’s hat was crumpled quite badly, but she looked no worse than winded... and no better than enraged. “The Great and Powerful Trixie’s production will not be interrupted by a mere background character. Why don’t you exit stage-right and leave this scene to the lead actress of the play?”

“Hmph!” Rarity tossed her head to the side, coiling a finger in her mane. She looked every bit the cat about to scritch some eyes out, and with a tongue laced with prodigious venom. “I rather doubt anyone would ever cast a harlequin like you in such a role!” 

In the blink of an eye, Rarity was out of her booth and staring Trixie down. There was a good deal of space left between the girls, but only in absolute terms. It became considerably diminished when one accounted for the enormous amount of room both mares required up top. 

The pair glared daggers at each other, not just with their eyes but those ample breasts as well. The war between them had clearly already begun.  

But it was only when the beginning sparks of magic began crackling on both unicorn's horns that Twilight Sparkle finally stepped in. "Wait, um, hold on a mo - " he started, beginning to slowly rise from the double-seater booth he was fully occupying with his ass. It looked like lightning bolts were about to fly, and if he wanted any chance to put a stop to that, he’d have to step straight into the eye of the storm!

But he was only half-up before Trixie seized his forearm. A web of blue magic appeared connecting both ambitious magician and humble student, granting her the strength she needed to haul him up between the pair of them. And another pair entirely, those wobbling, hoodie-constrained udders bouncing on her chest. Twilight was only a little above head-height on the girl's bosoms, a few inches shorter than Rarity or Trixie, and when she’d tugged him up towards her the little goofball had ended up face-first in the smooth, wooly softness of the slight crease between Trixie's breasts. As if by instinct, her fingers were on the back of his head in mere moments, holding him in place between giant breasts, refusing to let him pull away.

"Trixie will have you know the villain between us more than deserves this! You'd understand completely if you knew what Twilight has done to me!”

Whatever Twilight had done was the least of Rarity’s contentions at this point. She was already bustling her way over on those staggeringly high, glossy black heels of hers. Her giant hips sashayed to and fro, swinging this way and that as she mounted up on the space between her and the other pony. Very unfortunately for Twilight, as it turned out... His efforts to turn away from Trixie were immediately put a stop to as a second pair of pale, wobbling breasts - mostly bare when that low-cut dress of hers was taken into consideration - engulfed his shoulders and wrapped around his neck. He had been reduced to just two frightened-looking eyes and a big mop of pink and purple hair, the rest of him completely buried under the girl's overflowing chests.

"Be that as it may, this is no way to treat anypony! Unbosom Twilight at once! Harlot!" 

Rarity might have continued her tirade against all things Trixie, if a sudden whiff of something peculiar hadn’t caught her delicate nose. She leaned closer, cocked an eyebrow, and thrust her tongue into the corner of her mouth in concentration... only to suddenly let out a bloodcurdling gasp! "You're not even wearing perfume! Your whole bust is just... soaking... in sweat!"

"Trixie smells of the hunt! And so what? Trixie has been too busy stalking her prey to pay attention to such paltry concerns!"

"I'll have you know Twilight has a very delicate nose! Don't you just go burying Celestia’s advisor where they’ll get high off your... filly-fumes!”

"Trixie buries any pony anywhere she pleases!"

"Slattern!"

"Bitch!"

As the argument got more and more heated, the pressure on Twilight’s head mounted still further. A way out between the both of them was unthinkable, and even calming the girls down a bit was looking unlikely... Rarity was positively shaking with anger over him at having her perfect day ruined. While Trixie was sassily swaying this way and that, titty-slapping his ears and occasionally thrusting his whole nose deep into a teat, Rarity occasionally arched her back to shake her fingers accusatorily. It rolled those large, sweaty teats back and forth over his face like twin rolling pins, aggressively mussing Twilight's mane.

But the longer the little sissy was kept there, the warmer and warmer he got between his legs... The first hint the girls had that something was wrong was Twilight squirming, hands massaging his thighs as he tried to keep his calm. "Girls, I... Girls..."

Rarity smothered. Trixie engulfed. More hormones and pheromones wormed their way up his nose, until Twilight's eyes were rolled back. Until the poor cutie was visibly panting, struggling to keep his calm. He was getting stiffer and stiffer, leggings straining to contain a rising new force...

"Twilight belongs to Trixie!" scoffed Trixie, fully gulping up Twilight's face between her breasts, his nose right up against her sternum. 

"This is our date!" scoffed back Rarity, a fat nipple near half out of her dress, prodding directly into his soft little cheek. She would haul it up, but there was so little space between them, that...

Both girl's trains of thoughts were interrupted as they suddenly heard a sharp intake of air from between them, followed by a cute little "Kyun~ ♥". Twilight suddenly went limp, the femboy's whole body sagging as his overstrained member finally lost its cool. It released happy Twilight spunk all down the front of his pants, flowing out in a great wave. Moments later, and a very familiar stink reached both mare’s nostrils... the simultaneously offensively-reeking and yet sooo desirable smell of gallons of dripping semen.

It was as if time had frozen for the three ponies, an effect tempered by the warm, fluid flow oozing from the head of of Twilight’s member as it dripped to the floor, rolling down the plains of both mares’ plentiful thighs in great white waves. Thick streams of the stuff trickled down with the speed and consistency of molasses, building and building with gravity’s help until finally drops hit the floor in weighty splats. 

Trixie was the first to react, and goodness did she react! “Ugh, oh, eek, ah!” Her delicate features shifted through a series of shocked contortions, long legs back-pedaling as she, and her ghetto-class hoodie, were drenched beyond saving by the contents of Twilight’s frothy blasts of seed. Where no brute force in Equestria could have pried her away from Rarity prior, now she scampered away of her own accord. 

“Just what is this!” scoffed Trixie, eyes like saucers fluttering up and down. “Sparkle... Sparkle, just... What is this? What new insult have you...” 

Maybe the gabby filly would have launched into even more confused mewling, but she highly doubted Twilight could even hear her in his current state. At the moment, he looked... braindead

“Aah~” That certainly was the face of a very satisfied pony! Twilight was wobbling on shaky legs, with a goofy grin plastered across his face, still lost somewhere in the afterglow of his unexpected orgasm. His cock, satisfied for now, stirred lazily beneath his leggings. It pulsed gently and a gooey glob of white bled through the fabric, rolling down over his knee on its way to the floor. 

Trixie pointed her most accusatory finger yet. Future generations would whisper of such an objection in hushed tones, it would be spoken of around twilight campfires. “Twilight Sparkle, that obscene… thing swinging between your legs... That... Those are not your natural, Celestia-intended parts!”

Rarity stifled another scoff behind her hand, thinking back to how very rounded Celestia’s middle had gotten in recent times. “Well! Shows what you know...”

Disregarding such trifling comments, Trixie squirmed ever-closer. To Rarity, the magician’s movements put her in mind of a mosquito flitting in for a closer look at a bug zapper... Well, good! Maybe she’d fry her brains on Twilight’s pecker and then Rarity could get her own slice of that filly-breaking magic swaying down there between his thunder thighs.

Starting at his head, Trixie’s gaze travelled down his body, wisps of magic outlining his trickery in blue every inch of the way. “All this time, you were... No!” She gasped. “That silken mane!” 

Twilight shuddered as ethereal fingers tangled in his mane, lifting him up onto his tippy-toes with a single tug. “Nnn...” That powerful hold made the little pony’s mouth water, the commanding grip too much for the slippery-tongued stallion.

Rarity could only watch in silence as her date, the stallion she’d lusted after for years, was treated like a rent boy by this troublesome filly. I cannot believe thiiiiis... I’m so overdue for thiiiiis, Rarity thought, doing her best to keep an amicable smile on her face even with both hands tugging on fistfuls of her velvety violet curls. I’m soooo close to giving that princely pecker a walk down my runway... and this biiiiiiiii - ah - busybody is getting in the way-hay~ ♪

But Trixie was completely on the warpath by now. At this point, it was possible not even the Elements of Harmony could have stopped her.

“These kissable lips!” Trixie lifted a thumb and forefinger, pinched together like a pair of lips... and on cue, the magic swirling about Twilight puffed up into a shimmering mouth just as fulsome and pretty as his own. Trixie thrust her upraised hand forwards and it left glittering wet smooches all around his face, but mostly on his mouth. Rarity covered her eyes behind her hands as an oily, dark tongue materialized out of thin air, and forced its way into Twilight’s mouth. 

It was only when Twilight groaned in arousal that Rarity’s horn finally sparked with magic... but she pulled the plug almost immediately afterwards. The dignified miss forced herself to remain calm. After all, she just had to wait for Twilight to take charge of the situation, surely. He was a man! A little nuisance like Trixie would be well within his capabilities to handle. “Keep calm, Rarity, keep calm... This will all blow over, just wait and see~”

“This flat, girlish chest! These wide, childbearing hips! If anyone had thought you were a filly under all that, they’d be... sorely disappointed!” Twilight was prodded and squeezed and spanked all the more by naughty spectral limbs, while Trixie’s physical hands alternated between resting on her hips and waving exasperatedly in his direction. 

Twilight couldn’t help but blush - much like one of those schoolgirls he so resembled - at a comment like that. Even after effortlessly sweeping up first place at Canterlot’s biggest Crossplay contest this year - and being the centrepiece of the extra-hedonistic orgy that had followed on from having so many cute, slutty twinks in one spot - it just felt sooo gratifying to hear he could flawlessly trap from a bystander like Trixie. Nepotism might have wormed its way into other aspects of his life, but the prissy little bitch with more dick, ass and thigh to himself than a whole mixed dorm knew he could still rock a skirt with the cutest, and the hung-est, of ‘em.

“And this!” Trixie finally scowled, dragging Twilight’s attention back to her. She had reached the centrepiece of the piece of art that was his body, the pole so many other semen-slurping sissies who’d worked his shaft had called “untuckable.” In other words, the mare-taming fuckrod that had been inside half of Canterlot by now, and yet had somehow avoided Rarity’s cooch dozens, technically hundreds, of times.

Trixie raised her own hands as his prick was magically lifted, dragged up and forwards, laid out like a log between them. The immense, veined weapon of a member was still drooling cum, those big fat nuts of his still sloshing happily away. “This is the worst part of all! A single touch and it stiffens up, doubtless with cuties’ cunts on the brain! Why, to any mare in Equestria, it’s as dangerous as an Ursa Major!”

One dramatic pose later, Trixie was looming over the venom-spitting Twi-rod, grinning ear to ear. Unsurprisingly, her moment off-kilter had already passed, and the narrative she lived by had rewired itself in her head. It was easy to change the details around when there was so much unoccupied real estate in that thick skull of hers, it seemed sometimes. “It must be stopped! And Trixie is the one to do it!”

“It’s... It’s not like I didn’t try to tell you, Trixie...” Twilight groaned, almost toppling on the spot. He tried to lock his eyes on her, but his gaze was dreamy and unfocused. “Well... I guess now you know, eheh~”

Twilight gave his hips a little wiggle, but rather than swinging his shaft back to its natural dangling state, Trixie’s magic kept it supported like a hot-dog bun. His shaft wobbled back and forth in the air between them. “So... What are you going to do now, mm? Going to take a closer look?”

“What?” Rarity hollered, her mouth working faster than her musk-addled mind. “Surely you can’t be serious, Twilight! You hardly even know this blow-up doll bimbo of a unicorn!” Her expression softened as she wrapped her arms around Twilight, a warm smile on her lips and pure honey in her voice. “Surely you wouldn’t want to waste such a bountiful gift on a pony like Trixie, mm? Why not m- ah... a good friend, instead?”

She hardly knew what she was saying now. Years and years’ worth of pent-up lust and frustration were bubbling up all at once, as if uncorked by Twilight’s tremendous orgasm. She couldn’t even be mad at him for it! Yes, she was soaked, and yes, the dress was ruined... but oh, what a splendid way for any outfit to go. No wonder Twilight needed such hearty, fattening food to fuel his furnace. It was clear enough now that every calorie down his throat took a pit stop down by his thighs, straight on the way to his overfed sack. She’d heard the stories of Twilight’s productivity, but such a downpour as this she’d hardly dared to imagine! 

And all of it, just from a few minutes’ contact with her. What could she do with an hour in bed? The mind boggled to think of it. She nodded again, half-in and half-out of fantasy. “There are plenty of ponies you know could appreciate such a thorough coating, I’m quite sure.” 

“You stay out of this!” Trixie sputtered out, as quickly as she could manage. “Coatings of cum, and which pony gets them, are precisely the opposite of Trixie’s point!” She turned to Twilight, eyes ablaze with righteous fury. “Because the point, make no mistake about it, is that I want revenge!  You shall pay for your crimes - and Trixie’s laundry bills - Sparkle, mark my words. I challenge you to a magic duel!” 

“A magic duel!” At those words, Rarity did exactly the opposite of staying out of it. She stepped between Trixie and her well-hung prey... accidentally bumping Twilight back over in the process. Curse her generous hips. “He’ll be doing nothing of the sort. I’ll have you know that Twilight is a very important, very busy pony, and he’s already wasted enough of what free time he has talking to a vagabond trickster like yourself.” 

And how dare that Trixie! Forcing her to knock poor Twilight over like that, much less laying even a single spark of magic on her precious little stallion! Rarity turned to Twilight and lit her horn, using careful application of her magic to cancel out Trixie’s own. Now unsupported, Twilight’s tremendous shaft fell to earth like a felled tree, slapping against his leg with a weighty thud! Rarity did her ladylike best not to stare as it throbbed ever so powerfully, trickle of doubtlessly-potent precum oozing in little rivers from its tip...

No, she hardly even glanced in its general direction. “Here, Twilight. Allow me to help you.” Rarity held a hand out to him, which in his lustful daze he hardly seemed to notice. 

Well that had her frumping in no short order! “Alright, alright, well! Just because I’m a lady...” Rarity bat those long, long eyelashes, “... Doesn’t mean I don’t understand what it is you boys need to get the pep in your step.” In a sultry snap, she leant down over her beau, marshmallow-white breasts swaying pendulously before his eyes like a hypnotist’s coin. She scooped up his hand. “And off we go!”

A command ‘little Twilight’ seemed to take far too literally. At the sight of Rarity’s glorious bust, the bottomless canyon formed by her tightly-packed tits jammed together in her scarlet dress, the surging stallionhood between his legs grew so hard and so fat that within moments it was pressing itself insistently against the inside of Rarity’s thighs, drooling and slobbering like a too-friendly puppy. Twilight groaned, his hips thrusting instinctively forward at the touch of such soft, luscious flesh, until that battering ram of a cock was mere inches away from the vulnerable gates of Rarity’s slit. 

“Goodness!” Rarity blushed as she braced her legs and readied herself to pull Twilight up. She was, perhaps, just slightly aware that the arc of motion she was setting him on would bring the bits between his legs and hers on a squelching, wet collision course. It was a shame, it really was, but some sacrifices just had to be made to help out a friend. Oh, well! “On three, Twilight, alright? One… Two…” 

"Three!" bellowed Trixie. She raised her fists and then thrust them down by her sides, sending out a great pulse of magic in a boom that tossed Twilight and Rarity clear through the air.

By dint of her considerable carriage, anterior and posterior, Rarity struck the tiles first, face-down, ginormo ass-up. Her dress made that caboose look like a big toadstool mushroom rising up from the floor, albeit one with coiling purple hair and slutty high heels for roots. She winced, clutching her head, and would have attempted to rise... if not for Twilight coming crashing down directly on top of her, thrown by Trixie's magic.

And just like that, two became one. 

Perhaps it was the way Rarity's dress had hitched up around her midsection... or perhaps it was the stiffness in Twilight's throbbing loins. But either way, when the cute stallion flopped on top of his one-ton-titty chum, he landed crotch-first directly on top of that butt of legends. The huge cheeks swallowed up his whole midsection effortlessly, sinking him face-first into her plush rear end. Twilight seized two great, glorious handfuls of pale bottom, wrapped up in whisper-thin skirts, and dipped immediately into the spot between Rarity's spread legs.

The sticky, sloppy, slurping noise that followed after made both of them turn red as beets.

"OH!" Rarity's eyes shot wide open, at the same time her mouth dropped. What a wake-up call that was! She was feeling the stallion of her heart not just on top of her, but sinking into her from behind. How many times had she dreamt of such a thing? How many times had she lain awake at night in her bed, building fantasy upon glorious fantasy of Twilight Sparkle between her legs?

Too many, too many. 

Rarity tossed her head this way and that, hands crawling across the linoleum, gripping anything that came to her hands. More abrupt whimpers and whines escaping her mouth. "Oh-oh-oh-oh! Twilight!"

An accidental penetration. Who could have imagined such a perverse thing could ever have happened... and yet the proof was plain as day; the veiny, bulging dick jutting out of her pretty pussy with all the subtlety of an invasion force spearing a virgin beach-head. One glance down there could confirm it: the biggest, fattest twink-cock in all of Equestria was helping itself right to her pussy. 

Rarity shuddered as her steaming folds were spread by Twilight's boiling-hot cock, forced further and further apart as more and more Twi-meat pressed in... A few more inches and she'd not only get to try on having her abused belly stretching out, but she'd experience the bliss of Twilight's weighty balls slapping on her pussy as well! 

Oh sweet Celestia! she thought, through frenzied gasps of pleasure. Thank you for letting me be born a mare!

Rarity began to turn her head back to look on her lover, tongue extended, eyes wide, drool flowing down onto her dress-wrapped bust... 

And then she paused. 

The pleasure had stopped. Rarity's brows knit. Her pupils shrank from dreamy bedroom eyes to sinister pinpricks. The thunder clouds were rolling in.

A faint hum reached her ears at the same time she saw a blue glow emanating from where stallion and mare were joined. Rarity was afraid to look, but look she did... her eyes swivelled upwards towards that dastardly showmare. Trixie was just now striking a domineering pose, whirling her hands in complicated, cock-blocking spirals and weaves. With a waggle of her fingers, she abruptly spun Twilight's achingly hard cock like a pendulum, twisting it away from Rarity's pussy and turning it 180 degrees, pointing it directly away.

Rarity caught sight of her ravaged slit finally. Just a few seconds of Twi-time had torn her leggings asunder and split her panties right down the middle... and left the entrance to her womb lewdly gaping and twitching. It was positively drooling, and it looked for all the world as confused as she did. The both of them wanted Twilight back inside, as soon as possible - if not sooner.

But Trixie was working her weaves... and Rarity's chance was over. Venomous words were already rising in the white unicorn's mouth when Twilight suddenly howled: Trixie had darted forwards and seized the most fully-exposed part of him: his cream-filled nuts. Holding them together like pair of bowling balls, fingers digging into the squishy sacks so far they were half sunk-in, she hoisted twinky Twi up onto all fours, positioning him like a dog, and with his dick pulled up and back between his legs! Any further and it would be running down his own back.

"Come here, boy," giggled Trixie, squishing his nuts, the fingers of her other hand gliding up and down his pole. She made him crawl backwards on the floor, smacking his nuts and shaft whenever he slowed down a little bit... and laughing in their ears all the while. "Come on, boy. Good boy, heeheehee...Come to Trixie."

Rarity shot her legs back, hoping to snag her heels around Twilight's neck, but she barely held him for even a moment before Trixie's magic was prising her legs apart, forcing them to spread... and exposing that honeyed love-nest to Twilight all over again. 

Twilight stared directly at Rarity's womanhood, chewing his lip and hyperventilating as he messed Trixie's palm, splattering her fingers with thick goo. And if they'd been expecting her to be revolted again, they were wrong as could be: Trixie seemed to be taking to his cum faster than anyone could have anticipated. Whereas before she had been disgusted, now she slowly and lazily licked and sucked it off her fingers.

"Uho…” laughed a grinning Trixie. “You two are close, mm? I know what I'll be making the condition of our duel, then..." 

"If I win..." She paused to slurp the last of Twilight's cum off her forefinger, lashing her tongue in a slow, steady circle. "How about Trixie breaks up the lovebirds, mm? Ahahaha! Perfect!"

Rarity gasped, forcing herself to roll over. She rose quickly to a sitting position on the floor, legs akimbo, pantyhose a mess of runs and slits now. "We haven't even...! We... haven't..."

Rarity pounded the floor with both fists. She'd never been so upset in her whole life! So denied! Her carefully-laid plans were vanishing before her eyes, fuel for the Bonehead Fire that burned brighter and brighter before her. This imbecile was going to ruin everything. "Nnrngnghhh! Are you completely dense, you... you..."

"Silence, worm! Trixie has spoken! You two had best prepare..."

Trixie planted one of her sneakers on Twilight's bottom, driving him down to the floor. He was so overwhelmed at this point he just let it happen. "Ooogh..."

The showpony grinned. "Or next time you see me... Your boyfriend will be balls-deep in all this! Understand?"

And just like that, Rarity was seeing red. Months of frustration came welling up out of her, rising and taking shape. Her so-often-unused magic was flaring, the well of energy typically reserved for minor levitation tasks and casual magic now glowing brighter and brighter... Something deep inside her was urging her to lash out at Trixie, to strike her...

"Ooh..."

Twilight murmured something on the ground, putting his hand on Rarity's knee. He was trying to talk her down, but the roar in her ears was rising. A rushing river of pure, hot rage, and all of it directed at the Great and Powerful Trixie.

Trixie planted her hands on her hips, leaning over double. She put that smarmy grin level with the devastated, outraged mask of ruined make-up Rarity now wore. "What are you going to do about it? Mm? Does it upset you that I'm gonna take your dick~? Once I've properly crushed him, he'll be the finest notch on the Great and Powerful Trixie's bedpost yet!"

Trixie abandoned all dignity, sinking into a squat and raunchily crunching her hips, thrusting her lower body at the pair. "I'll gobble him up with this! To the hilt! Mm!"

Rarity lost control.

---

Out on the street, dozens of pedestrians abruptly found themselves hurled into the air, or thrown spinning down the street as Sloppy Joe's exploded from the inside out, the roof blasting clean off at the same time the walls exploded outward, leaving a smoking crater where once a fine, family dining establishment had stood. 

A few moments passed, and no further developments took place. Planks of wood came raining down. Smoke continued to coil in the air. One might have expected the onset of the end of days with such an auspicious start, but the sky did not turn blood red and the earth did not crumble beneath them, so… 

For now, at least, it seemed safe to assume the days would continue. 

Abruptly, a coal-black and altogether Trixie-like figure rose up from the rubble. She clambered over a few stone blocks that had survived the explosion, and was half over the wall when she turned back for one final parting shot. “Twilight!” she shouted, pointing a finger at the little unicorn shakily rising to his feet. "Don't you dare forget our duel! Here! Tomorrow! Nine in the morning! I’ll win, too!"

Twilight watched her go, then glanced down to where Rarity lay on the ground. Her dress was in tatters, just a few strips of fabric keeping her modest now, pantyhose and gloves completely exploded off. One of her high heels was hanging off an awning thirty feet away.

This level of magic should not have been possible for her.

After a few aborted attempts to pick Rarity up and carry her back to the castle, Twilight eventually gave up and called for Applejack. He walked alongside her all the way back to Canterlot castle, nodding occasionally and agreeing whenever she paused in her rambling about no-good showmares this and Celestia-darned fast food that. Perhaps it was for the best he hadn't been able to carry her alone. 

Twilight glanced up at Rarity's unconscious form from where she was hanging off of Applejack's shoulder. After that strange, unexpected outburst from her - quite possibly brought about by him - it might be for the best to spend the next few days apart. At least, until he'd taken care of Trixie...

Twilight gulped. Good grief, if anything else went wrong this week, he’d need to plan a vacation from his vacation...
> Rarity Takes Inspiration
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Later that night, under the gaze of great Pale Luna, a fitful Rarity tossed and turned in her bed. For the first time in as long as she could recall, the pony’s usually gentle stream of dreams now seethed and surged into an ugly nightmarish torrent. 

And the handiwork was not Princess Luna’s. In fact it was as far from one of her homespun creations as could be, lacking both her simplicity, and the typical prophetic tellings she was known for. Instead, the visions plaguing Rarity’s mind now were a series of terrible, awful images all flashing chaotically in her mind: a purple cape here, an enormous jiggling bust there. Haughty laughter echoed in her ears, no matter how desperately she buried her head into her pillow. 

“Mm… No, Trixie…” she whimpered into the quiet of her bedroom, an errant leg kicking out from under the covers. “Twilight is... Twilight is... Ooooh!”

Her writhing grew more frantics, hips lifting off the bed. She wildly circled her pelvis in the air, grinding on an invisible love. “He’s all mine!”

But for all its mental soupiness, the nightmare was quite clear about one thing: Twilight wasn’t hers at all. More images flashed in the murk. A fat, floppy cock surging out from a pair of thick femmy thighs, soon to be gobbled up in a moment by Trixie’s plump lips, with a satisfied gleam in her fiendish eyes. It would have been enough to make poor Rarity faint if she were not currently deep in dreams. There, it just brought her to a shocking, startling wake.

“Gaha!” she gasped, bolting upright. A moment of sheer panic took hold of Rarity, her body tensing in wild terror, before she realized she was alone. Safe, sound, and comfortably warm in her own queen-sized bed. 

“Oh…” she chuckled in relief, her chest still heaving while her racing heartbeat pumped the brakes. “A nightmare, of course. Just an odd little dream. None of it was real. Silly, silly me.” 

The unicorn slipped off her sleep mask, a cute little embroidered piece with big pink bows, and tumbled awkwardly out of her bed. Slowly, she came to stand on shaky legs.

“The best remedy for a nightmare,” her mother had always told her, years and years ago, “isn’t to go back to sleep. That just plunges you right back in. No, dear, what you should do is get up and take a little walk round the house. Let your head clear up and settle down before you send yourself back to bed.” 

Well, Mother did know best! Rarity stretched lightly, scratching gently at her stomach through her silk pajamas, and set her legs a-moving. Just a little walk, to let her head clear up and settle down. That was all she needed. Really. 

Thankfully, a breezy piece of lingerie was never too far away for the supremely top-heavy mare. Rarity slipped into something suitably revealing, and suitably strained over the ultimate bustline, and sashayed to the window of her Canterlot apartment to give the night a show befitting a lady. She exited onto the balcony breasts-first, then breasts-second as well... It took another whole step for the rest of her to emerge behind that heart-stopping bust-line. 

Cast against the midnight-blue sky, her pale figure seemed to positively glow. The line between her thick, lush lavender hair, positively soaked in richness (and a few scandalously-expensive hair products!), those deeply-glossy and thickly-browed dairy-cow eyes, blue as her countless suitors’ balls, and the night was murky and indistinct, casting her from the neck-up in shadow. The rest of the statuesque dress-maker, however, was an entirely different story. Delicate, womanly shoulders tossed this way and that as she moved directly under the moonlight's focus. Long, slender arms moved like a dancer's as she traced velvet fingertips across the balcony's narrow rail.

When one's eye came to rest on her body, the head and eyes and shoulders were all cast into the background by the sumptuous, mouthwatering "rest of her" however. Rarity's slender swan's neck drew the eye naturally down to the visual feast that lay waiting, a fertile bounty that stallions and mares craved alike. Her pink lingerie was brief, a little silken teddy currently being dragged apart by the big, heaving melon-mounds of Rarity's chest.

In all honesty, the only thing keeping Rarity decent at all was a pair of ribbons poised over and under her cleavage, looking like clucking mother-hens over their ribald, boisterous daughters. With each bout of wobbling, the ribbons strained and tightened until the sashes binding the garment were whisper-thin, and oodles of pretty, pale tit bulged into the cleavage window formed between their purview. Those two big girls absolutely wanted to be let out to have some fun!

Rarity moved out under the streetlights and came to rest her hands on the balcony's edge. She raised her behind, flashing curves that would have been tastefully clad in a tight purple thong, if it were not mostly devoured by the incredible thickness of her booty. At the same time, Rarity lowered her front, bringing those large, natural breasts down to cushion her against the railing. Of course, it didn't exactly cope with this too well: several solid feet of the metal were swallowed up under a very soft pillowing, looking like it might creak and snap at any moment, in which case Rarity would be the first mare in Canterlot to be able to claim property destruction through bosoming. Maybe that would finally get Twilight's attention, mm?

Shifting her weight caused waves of glowing amethyst mane to come spilling down her front, immersing her shoulders and throat in near-blackness. A tidal wave of cleavage came crashing down across those big, pale breasts, turning them just as smoky as the rest of her.

Rarity cast her eyes out across Canterlot, headlights upturned to the streetlights.

Rarity sighed peacefully as the cool night air embraced her, teasing her skin and giving her goosebumps. It whispered across her cheek in a way that made the mature mare shudder. With further wakefulness would come more doubts and hesitation about Twilight and Trixie, but here, for the moment, she could relax a little bit.

Twilight… By Celestia above, what was she going to do about him?

Was this a sign? Was it time to give up, withdraw her interests and find some other stallion to settle down with? He'd already laid with Princess Celestia... and Princess Luna, and plenty of other ponies, if the rumours were to be believed! How was she, an ordinary mare with hardly more to offer than extraordinary milkers, supposed to compete with all that?

Rarity leaned back, going from resting her elbows on the balcony's strut to gripping it in both hands. Her pretty face had become marred with a scowl. Well, that hadn't stopped this Trixie pony from messing everything up, now had it? That daredevil floozy had more than enough arrogance for both of them... possibly enough for all Equestria! Well, that was only to her benefit in this case. The way she was acting, there was a fair chance that 24 hours from now, that bitch of a Unicorn might just be locking her ankles around Twilight's hips, inviting the little stallion to have a spectacular finish deep inside her.

Rarity gagged. What an incredibly unpleasant thought.

Well, her plan to calm her mind had certainly failed. Maybe relaxation would find its way to her through a tasty chocolate, instead? With fingers already trailing down to rub her pudgy tummy, Rarity might have stepped back inside her apartment about then, if not for a sudden thought that seemed to strike the fore of her mind. 

"If only you could stand out to him."

Rarity touched her fingertips to her forehead, steadying herself. What was this feeling coming over her? 

"If only you were more like them. Imperious."

"What?" Rarity asked aloud, breathless. Her eyes darted this way and that. Was someone speaking to her?

"Powerful."

Rarity finally noticed a curious glow out of the corner of her eye. 

"Big." An image flashed in Rarity's mind of a tiny Twilight Sparkle, barely clearing five feet, if that, having to hurt his neck craning to look up at womanly, giant, staggeringly-huge figures... In fact, he was hardly even breast-level with mares like Celestia or Sombra. With those bulging biceps of hers, Sombra could have bench-pressed ten Twilights at once, let alone what that muscular pussy must have done to his cute, pudgy ladyboy cock.

His lovers were known for their incredible heights. Nine feet, ten feet, and even bigger still! Sizes typically reserved for minotaurs and up were regularly mentioned when the subject of Twilight’s trysts came up. A size king, that pony, if there ever was such a thing!

Rarity groaned. A satisfied sensation settled itself in her belly as she repeated the word. "Big... Enormous..."

She imagined herself growing. Taller and taller. And as she rose higher, so too would Twilight's member. It would be desperate to follow along as she grew to stand astride the world like a fashionable colossus. She drew circles on her belly, just above her womb, as she fantasized about thoughts of a goddess-like Rarity casting great bolts of energy, crushing Trixies underfoot. "Mmmm..."

Before she knew what she was doing, the pretty pony was pleasuring herself in earnest. Anyone behind her would see her thong stretched between her knees, and her hips turning in slow circles as she humped up against her hand. "Hhhhhh... Biiiiiig... Big Rarity..."

Rarity felt strange, as if she wasn’t quite herself. Her mind felt cloudy, and yet she made no effort to clear it. No effort to resist as more visions came into her mind. "Hhh... Mmmn..."

As she grew closer and closer to climax, the fashionista slowly lifted her eyes, face all scrunched up and orgasmic, to look out across the street, casting her eyes upwards... to where a faint glowing object was hanging just a few feet over her head.

It was a crown, of the blackest material Rarity had ever seen. Even the powerful, pulsating glow of magic surrounding it seemed to be swallowed up within the make of the crown itself. Were it crafted from obsidian or onyx, it would shine and gleam in the pale moonlight, but this seemed to be made of something blacker still - as if pure shadow had been gathered and condensed into a symbol of royal authority.

Rarity’s eyes widened, mouth forming a little “O” in quiet awe. Her interrupted pleasure was the furthest thought from her mind as sex-slick fingers reached out toward the shadow crown. Sparkling gold was all well and good for jewelry, but this - an accessory that broached no light whatsoever - was a genuine rarity. It fascinated her. She was bewitched by it. And, most importantly of all, she was in dire need of owning it. 

The glow subsided as soon as her fingers brushed against it, the crown falling into her hand as if her touch had stolen all its power. Rarity shivered just to hold it, goosebumps growing goosier as the shadow crown siphoned away her warmth. Whatever it was made of, it felt colder than Trixie’s heart!

“Lucky me,” purred Rarity, clasping the tiara in both hands, lightly tracing its contours with high-lit fingertips. “It’s not every day such a stylish piece of headwear just drops into a pony’s lap, now is it?”

Rarity’s touches grew yet more inquisitive. Exploring further, and doing her best to keep her breathing even and measured despite her growing excitement, Rarity’s fingers danced towards the headpiece in the centre of the crown. And there she found something that made her heart really pound in her chest.

Rarity sucked in a sudden gasp as she felt out the familiar smooth hardness of the large gemstone waiting for her there. Oh, yes, she knew that shape very well! A brilliant white diamond, just like the one on her cutie mark, was positioned on the crown just so that it would sit directly under the horn when worn. It was like a conduit, of sorts, a wire through which greater magic could flow.

Rarity was not feeling herself all of a sudden. Somehow the thought of such a powerful object falling into her lap seemed more marvellous than mysterious, more delightful than distressing. She had no qualms with its ominous appearance whatsoever!

“I’ll just tuck this little treasure away,” she murmured, turning to head back inside. Such a gorgeous headpiece simply couldn’t be left floating out on open balconies, bothering ponies with its magical glow. “Perhaps Twilight will be able to tell me something about what it is - after he’s finished with his duel, of course.” 

Holding the answer to all her problems, Rarity turned from the balcony and retreated back to the comfort of piled up pillows and oceans of thick, stuffed sheets. She collapsed on her mattress with a thud that made the whole bed creak, and slept like a baby until the cockerel’s first crow.

---

Rap-a-tap-tap, was the wake-up call at Twilight’s door that morning. When no Twilight came to answer, it was swiftly followed after by a more insistent knock-knocky-knock. Finally, the unmistakable call of “Twiiiiii-liiiiiight~” carried through the air. When Rarity took a tone that sweet, every cute stallion in the vicinity just had to take notice.

...Eventually. “Urgrrgh,” Twilight groaned, stirring lazily in his bed. He cracked open a sleepy eye from under his messy morning mane to check the clock. If his sight wasn’t deceiving him - and at this early time it very well could have been - it was six o’clock sharp. Which was decidedly not his usual waking hour. He sat up in a slow, lurching arc, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “Mrr?”

It took a some extra knock-knocking and a dash more rap-tapping before Twilight finally managed to fall out of bed. His fuzzy pajamas, white with an inlaid gold weave, clung tight at the crotch, where his ever-eager cock was busying itself for a fresh new day. Creases by his thigh smoothed out immediately as a slowly-thickening bulge shimmied its way down to his knee. As Princess Celestia so liked to say: “Twilight might not be a morning unicorn at heart, but some parts of him can always be counted on to rise with the Sun.” Little Twilight was more than ready to tackle the morning… even if big Twilight wasn’t quite up to it just yet. 

Twilight lumbered sleepily over to the door of his chambers, still mumbling half-remembered fragments from his dreams. Perhaps, just maybe, he was still dreaming. Surely there was no good reason for Rarity, of all ponies, to come and see him right now. More likely his subconscious mind had been deeply affected by all the kerfuffle with her yesterday, and was now teasing him with an imaginary copy of her lusciously curvy form. 

He wouldn’t put it past himself to think up something like that. After that wildly dreamy tryst he’d had with Princess Luna, it was clear that even his most peaceful nights wouldn’t be safe from beautiful mares making imaginary booty calls. Oh, well~

But the Rarity who met him at the door was very solid, and all too real. He certainly couldn’t have imagined the outfit she greeted him in: a supremely tight grey running shirt, and a pair of black shorts stretched so thin they might as well have been transparent. Her mane, wonderfully styled as always, was kept back by a sweatband imprinted with her trademark blue-diamonds cutie mark. “Twilight!” she said, impatiently tapping at a sporty little watch on her wrist. “It took you nearly two minutes just to answer the door! How in Celestia’s Equestria do you expect to beat that Trixie mare in your magic duel if you fritter away all the time you could have spent training?”

"Mm... Ahh… Hey there, Rarity…" Twilight hemmed and hawed, turning this way and that. He was starting to wake, slowly but surely, now that Rarity was here. Just the sight alone of the long-maned Unicorn was an invigorator for masculinity; any of Celestia's subjects could perform superhuman feats of strength and bravery with that muffin-topped debutante cheering them on from the sidelines.

Twilight's eyes roamed. He took in the sinfully curvaceous form of his friend, and once again thanked whatever God had seen fit to surround him with such sexy ponies. He was a bright boy, after all, and he knew exactly how much other stallions had to fuss and struggle to get the attentions of even a single mare. He’d need a pen and some paper to figure out exactly how lucky he was, but if he had to make an educated guess, Lady Luck had obviously taken a personal interest in him as well. 

"Come inside while I get washed up?" he finally said, before turning to the stallion guard standing by her side. The poor fellow was already beginning to apologize for allowing such a bombastic threat this deep into Canterlot Castle, but Twilight simply shushed him with a gentle wave of his hand. "It's quite alright, Burlap Chafe. I think it would have taken the whole - yawn~ - platoon to keep Rarity out."

Twilight's stomach growled, and he sagged visibly, just about collapsing onto the taller, broader stallion. His soft hands scrabbled against the stud's iron breastplate, working to find a gentle purchase in his current helpless state. "Nnnh... Sorry… It’s a little early for me."

When the other stallion raised those heavily-muscled arms to steady the cutie colt, squeezing Twilight's shoulders in the process, Rarity just about popped a nosebleed. The handsome little magician gave her a sheepish smile, a quiet plea already at his lips: "And, uh, I could really use some breakfast…" 

---

"So, what's the plan for today?" asked Twilight, teeth crunching through a big mouthful of Moonmallows. Rarity glanced a dagger at the bowl of sugary cereal out of the corner of her eye; her personal trainer would have a fit if she ever saw Rarity eating something so sugary. Her eyes fell to the splendid swell of her own pudgy gut, then trailed to Twilight's softly-rounded belly... He was actually just a hair skinnier than her.

Well, that was just to be expected when his ‘personal trainer’ was the Princess, wasn't it? She leaned back in her seat, drumming fingers on her stomach, trying not to feel jealous. "Just a few little warm-ups before we go to battle Trixie, dearest! I’ve been learning some fascinating massage techniques for smoothing out one's chakras, and they could be just the edge you need to beat her. You'll love it, I promise!"

She dipped her gaze down to her handbag, resting on the floor beside her. The Tiara from last night was slightly poking out of the corner, and she soon leant down, driving it down to the bottom of her knick-knacks with a fingertip. There would come a time and a place when she would show it off to Twilight, but that was neither here nor now!

After all, now was the time for something much more important: defeating Trixie! And Rarity, smart cookie she was, had developed a very comprehensive plan for doing exactly that. 

“The first thing we shall do,” she said, snatching up Twilight’s bowl of sugar-frosted Moonmallows, “is get your diet on track. A cereal like this is hardly the breakfast of a champion!”

And then, before the poor unicorn could raise even a single objection, Rarity dumped the bowl’s contents straight out his window - hopefully not onto anything important. She had half a mind to do the same with the cookie jar sitting brazenly on his nightstand, but she’d have to be some sort of nightmarish demoness to deprive him of even those hard-won treats. Instead, she decided to ring the service bell and order him something much more healthier. 

“There!” she said proudly, once Twilight was seated in front of a veritable breakfast feast. “Now this is a spread more suited for a prizefighter such as yourself, don’t you think?”

“Mm!” Twilight nodded, busily sucking down pineapple fruit smoothies in between bites of his omelette. It didn’t quite give the same sugary rush that Moonmallows provided, but Rarity had assured him that his meal contained all of the most important nutrients for his competition with Trixie, and from how good he felt after eating it, he was inclined to believe her! “Thanks, Rarity!” 

“My pleasure, Twilight,” Rarity said warmly, her heart melting already with Twilight’s earnest praise. And to think how much more he would thank her after the rest of her training schedule! She only had a few hours to make Twilight into a lean, mean, magic-dueling machine, and with so little time she would most likely need to forgo the mean part and settle for simply lean. “Now keep eating. Chop chop!” 

While Twilight wolfed down the last of his smoothies, Rarity made her move. She slipped around behind little Twilight in his high-backed chair, casting a single large, lusciously-rounded shadow across the back of his head... and two more, bigger shadows across the length of the table. "Now, relax dearie... and let fair Lady Rarity work her magic. You're not the only one with a magic touch around here, you know."

While Twilight sucked and slurped, Rarity probed and molested, beginning by lightly massaging and rubbing the prettyboy's shoulders, and soon settling in to giving him the full Rarity special. Those manicured hands with the painted nails weren't just for show, and wherever Rarity's gentle touch alighted, Twilight felt aches and pains being vacuumed up out of his body, and a fresh, cool calm taking its place. 

Suck suck. Rub Rub. The Rarity Special was becoming a rapid success, and soon the stallion was sinking back into the depths of his comfy chair, cushioning his head against the almighty swell of his gentle marefriend's pale jugs, his ears engulfed in a warmth only a mare as fabulously stacked as Rarity could provide. "Is that gooooood, darling? Do you feel gooooood~? I know you must feel so amazing being the most handsome little colt in all of Canterlot, mmhmh, but we're going to make you feel even better!"

A little part of Rarity was glad Twilight couldn't see her face at the moment... Up until now, the morning's interactions had been quite platonic, with her simply playing the part of a concerned friend urging her charming young stallion chum to stand up for himself and make a good showing in his match against his rival. But here, with her hands all over him, crawling down his chest and rubbing that slender back of his, Rarity soon felt that heat from last night returning. In her gut and in her womb, a fire was alighting, roaring higher with every second spent exploring her favourite stallion’s body. 

A kiss would be fine. Yes, he'd like that. Just tilt his head back and... and... 

Rarity had already been leaning in when she came to her senses. Again, the urge to force herself on him was flaring up again, pulsing in the back of her mind. It would be so easy to claim him. He might hesitate at first, but once he saw how strong she was... his little heart would just melt, and his cute cock would stand up nice and high and proud. 

Rarity's fingers tensed up in Twilight's jim-jams so tight it felt like the fabric might tear under her fingers. She hyperventilated, huffly puffs and puffly huffs of gasping Rari-breaths blasting hot and heavy on the nape of his neck.

"R-Rarity?" Twilight asked, a note of fear creeping into his voice even as his member began to engorge. Females staking their claim on him, getting rough with him, always had the cute stallion horny and ready to fuck - even when his fight or flight mechanism was squeaking at him to head for the hills. Talk about a silly cutie~

"Hhhh... Hhhh... Mmmnghh... Ahh..."

All of a sudden, Rarity caught a glimpse of her expression in the window: eyes wide, pupils dilated. Her mouth was half-open in something like a snarl, something like a lecherous grin. And her pride and joy, those near-Fluttershy sized milkers wobbling on her front-end, were heaving with each laboured breath. A fleck of drool dribbled from her chin. "Hhnnn..."

It was as if she was already wearing that Tiara. As if the power to take everything she wanted was already inside of her!

"Rarity! You're scaring me!"

And then, the black haze descending onto her mind vanished. Her handbag tipped over, the Tiara almost spilling out. She thought for a moment she saw a black light glowing within its depths.

"A-Ah. I'm terribly sorry, Twilight! I don't know what came over me. Ah, let's continue..."

The Rarity Special resumed, and Rarity put the odd moment out of mind... Or rather, it felt like it was forced down, suppressed beneath all conscious thought. She welcomed the sensation, like someone who had just felt a niggling itch finally pass them by.

Soon, she had Twilight down on the floor, experimenting with a host of body-contorting stretches and poses that would be guaranteed to help him dodge Trixie’s villainous spells. Lots of limbering and toning! Twilight seemed to relax as well, and soon he was often looking to her - or, perhaps more accurately, her ample bust and generous hips - for help in his poses. It was as if their little moment had never even happened... Soon she was even helping him into a perverted Relaxing Swan... not that she'd even meant to in the slightest!

Alas, eventually, the tense moment between the friends who could be more had to come to an end. A chime echoed about Twilight’s chambers as the hour of eight o'clock finally rolled around. It was time for his duel!

And that was where the problems began. Somewhat for Twilight, but very predominantly for Rarity. She was about to have a very bad, yet also very good, day.

---

At first she was happy just to be along with her good chum Twilight, who looked so fetching in one of his nicer dresses. Over the moon, one could say. Having lived in Manehattan all her life, this was Rarity’s first real taste of adventure... and the thought that Twilight did things like this all the time just made her yearn for more! Never before had she so very much wanted to be a part of the handsome little stallion’s life. 

The problems began when they arrived at the wreckage of the Sloppy Joe’s burger joint. That was, after all, where Trixie had asked them to meet her... and yet there was no sign of the cheeky magician anywhere!

Rarity kicked a stray rock, hands stuffed into her skirt pockets. “Now how about that!” she said, quite huffily. “No sign of her at all. I suppose the only trick that troublesome Unicorn knows is how to make our patience disappear!”

A grin spread suddenly across her face, little gears turning busily in her mind. “Well, there’s nothing for it, I suppose. No Trixie means no duel, mm? That just means we have the rest of the day to carry things on at my place! I have a lovely pussy I’m simply dying to show you.” A pause, and then: “Her name is Opal!”

But, at least for the time being, Twilight seemed interested in neither Rarity’s pussy nor her cat. Instead, the pretty librarian was standing on the edge of the wide-open crater, still smoldering with excess burger grease. He took a few hesitant steps forward, and having taken great care not to fall over on his face, began skipping and slipping down to its bottom.

As more and more of the rubble from yesterday’s chaos had been carted off on the shoulders of strong Earth ponies, the blackened and charred crater now yielded up new information to the pair. Parts of the ground had been left unscorched and, amazingly, they seemed to form some manner of magical sigils.

Twilight reached deep into a pocket and flicked out a pair of reading glasses, settling them atop his perky schnozz. He leaned closer, staring intently, while a random Rarity peeped over his shoulder.

“Twilight, darling? Did you find something?”

The ladycolt nodded, squatting down in the dirt. His silken skirts fanned out over his lusciously thick thighs, creeping up over a bottom as thick as any mare’s. “Yes... Look! It seems Trixie is more skilled in magic than we could have guessed.”

“Whatever do you mean, dearest?” she asked, leaning in to resume her earlier massage on his shoulders. “From what I saw of her, she hardly seemed all that much more than conjurer of cheap tricks!”

“Put simply, Rarity, these are Jogarithmic Algorithms, a cryptographic language invented by the great Mathemagician Tracksuit over five-hundred years ago! Once the expressions are decoded, and reduced to their simplest functions, they can be rendered as guide markers for travellers on journeys.”

“Darling, you can’t be saying Trixie came back here after we left. Shifting all this dirt around to spell some letters would take hours without being disturbed.” Rarity’s fingers pressed a bit deeper into Twilight’s slender shoulders, peering at him over the tops of her shuttered sunglasses. She smiled, and one of her mischievous hands rose up to give him a playful bop on the nose. “It’s simply not plausible.”

Twilight pushed his glasses up his nose. “No, that’s exactly it, Rarity! It wasn’t the magical carvings that surprised me so much, it was the method in which they were placed. When you released that - ah - chaotic blast of magic yesterday, Trixie was able to impair the weave slightly. Like tugging at a thread sticking out of a ball of yarn, really.”

He waved his hands towards the sigils. “In the time between you releasing your energy and Sloppy Joe’s collapsing like a Sloppy Joe, Trixie had not only siphoned off some of your spell’s energy, but she’d recalibrated the overall conjuration.”

“...In plain words, pretty please?”

Twilight thrust one fist into his other palm. “She stamped this message on the underside of your explosion. She might not be as powerful as either of us, but the subtlety of this spell speaks volumes about her skills!”

After that explanation, Rarity felt like she had to pick her jaw up off the ground. And this Unicorn was supposed to be Twilight’s stalker? She buried her face in her hands, shaking her head. It just wasn’t fair... Just what sort of pony was this ‘Trixie’?

It was bad enough that her intent to do the horizontal mambo with the femboy of her dreams had been interrupted by some hysterical loon, but to find out she was a dangerous loon on top of that… Nine in the morning though it might have been, Rarity still felt like she could use a stiff drink. 

“Well, anyway!” she finally said, breaking the silence. With a flourish, she magically poofed off her tracksuit. Where it had form-fit previously now she wore a sexy librarian costume, courtesy of a ruffled white blouse, slitted pencil-skirt, gaudy earrings and some very chunky platform stilettos. “I studied Doubles in Algebrayics at Manehattan U., so why not let your good friend Rarity help you out with this little - ”

“Finished!” said Twilight proudly, snapping shut a spiral-bound notebook. The algorithms lead us just a few leagues out of Canterlot, and down the bank of a river. We’d better get going, I don’t know how many more steps there are like this...”

“Oh. Well. Alright, then.” Rarity pouted, bending the last part of her costume, a little wooden pointer stick, between her fingers. She could already feel it, right down to the bottom of her stilettos: this was going to be a long day.
> Japery
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“Three boats? Why would there be three boats?” asked Rarity, exasperation creeping into her voice. Following Trixie’s instructions had indeed led them to a riverbank just as Twilight had predicted, which in turn took them to a trio of identical rowboats tethered by the water’s edge. The walk here had been less than pleasant, and Rarity’s previously perfectly-set mane was now beginning to spring up here and there, errant strands falling out of place. 

“It could be another puzzle?” mused Twilight.

A lesser pony might have scoffed. But Rarity trusted Twilight enough to know better. “Oh, look, it looks like there’s some pictures written on the sterns... A fox, a chicken... And some grain?”

Rarity tapped her chin. “Ah, maybe if we...”

“Finished!” announced Twilight, hopping into the second boat. Rarity grumbled and followed after him, even as the other two boats glubbed to the bottom of the lake on either side.

---

Puzzle after puzzle came the pair’s way after that, and no matter how many times she changed her fabulous wardrobe, Rarity always found Twilight one step ahead of her! Whether it was hitting correct totals on dartboards, navigating fields where a single misstep would see one encased in a big piece of magical chewing gum, or some other third thing, she found her burning desire to be of assistance constantly flummoxed by the pretty boy’s razor-sharp mind.

But not all of the challenges were mental, in the end. And that was when she finally reached her last straw.

They soon found themselves at the foot of a rocky cliff face. Rarity let out a deep, frustrated moan from the very pit of her belly all the way up to the tippy-top of her head.

“Trixieee!” she scowled, even as she flourished (less elegantly than before) into a mountain climber’s outfit that showed endless inches of tantalizingly thick thighs, milky flesh to tease and titillate. She adjusted her lederhosen, then tooted on a big alphorn. “Well, shall we then?”

When Twilight didn’t reply right away, she leaned over. She gave the giant horn another little toot. “Twilight?”

But the pudgy stallion’s jaw was set, both his arms wrapped tight around his belly. He was staring up the mountain with a less-than-pleased look on his face.

“Rarity, I...”

“Yes, dear?” Her voice lost a little of its spark as his tone grew all seriousy-weriousy. It was the very last thing Rarity liked to hear in a man’s voice, and even more last in her favorite man’s voice. Twilight was a stallion suited to playful drinking, dining and even more playful rutting until his legs gave out. Hearing him sound so grim all of a sudden made her squirm in discomfort, as if she had suddenly developed an itch she couldn’t quite scratch.

“It’s not safe for you up there. I have my teleportation magic, but I couldn’t let you get hurt climbing up there... That’s what Trixie is hoping for, I bet.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. “I won’t let you get hurt because of her.”

“Don’t be silly, darling, I’m stronger than I loo - Hey!” Twilight had started preparing a spell, and Rarity immediately threw herself forwards, wrapping her arms around his midsection from behind. She held him tightly, fingers dragging the fabric of his shirt this way and that. “Don’t go! Twilight!”

He looked back at her, a slightly-strained smile on his face. “I’m sorry, Rarity... But I promise I’ll be back before you know it!”

“It’s not about how long you’ll be gone, it’s about you being gone at - !”

A flash of purple light played across Rarity’s porcelain features. She suddenly found herself holding nothing but thin air.

“... All.”

Rarity’s face couldn’t have fallen longer or harder if it had jumped off the cliff itself. Why, oh why, did this always have to happen? After all the time she’d spent searching for Twilight’s heart, after all she’d done to try and swerve him off this dangerous path, he’d still gone on to face Trixie without her!

“Oooh…!” Rarity took a deep breath, readying herself for the disappointed mother of all outbursts, but all that came out at the end was a deep sort of sigh. “Why even bother? If a fashionista screams in the forest and there’s no tabloid reporter to hear it, it hardly makes a sound.” 

Time and time again, this very pattern had played out. Twilight had busy schedules, important duties, bigger women to bother with in his life. If he had ever bothered to spend time with her, from his pick of any number of buxom, bombshell vixens, it had surely been out of friendly pity more than anything. She stared disappointedly down at the ground, a quiet frown on her lips. “Really, Rarity,” she muttered, “why ever did you think you had a shot with him?”

Celestia, Luna, Sombra, and now Trixie! These were the ponies worthy of Twilight’s attention, to say nothing of his overfed monster of a member. Rarity ranked a distant fifth behind such forces of personality, a light shower compared to swirling hurricanes of passion and sex appeal. Oh, woe was her, to compete with such mares for her perfect stallion’s heart!

It was at her lowest moment, when she had all but given up, when the Tiara made its move. It had patiently bided its time for months now, waiting for the right moment to appear before Rarity... and now its plan was in motion.

In the midst of her stewing, while her mind was occupied with wallowing in whatever it was ponies wallowed in, the little crown in her handbag began to glow with a frightfully fierce light. Rarity could hardly see it through her bag’s plushly premium design, but suddenly it felt as if the clouds in her mind were clearing. The sky above them was an endless inky black, a limitless canvas of dark design for her to playwright her script upon. 

And there were so many changes she would have made, too!. Why, if this whole production had been left up to Rarity, she would have written it as a heart-throbbing romance, a rollercoaster of ups and downs as a voluptuous white unicorn sought out the hung purple soulmate of her dreams. There certainly wouldn’t have been a part for a villainess like Trixie - or, if she had deigned to put such a role in, Trixie would have been soundly humiliated by the end of the first act. 

It wasn’t fair in the least!

“Now just hold on a minute!” Rarity said suddenly, speaking as much to the world as she was herself. “Since when does a diamond let itself get outshone?”

“Twilight should be mine! How dare that pompous little Trixie think she deserves him more than I do!” Rarity strode over to wall of the cliff with renewed purpose, carefully measuring its imposing height in her mind. She threw herself at the cliff, hands scrabbling at the dirt, trying to claw even the briefest of handholds out of the mud. She’d climb it if she had to!

“And if Twilight Sparkle thinks he can leave the belle of the ball behind to go out on his own, then… then...” But almost as she soon as she’d begun to try, Rarity felt her grip waning, her strength fading. She was no buckin’ Apple Farmer or infinitely-energetic party planner: she slipped back down to earth.

Rarity pouted, and stomped at the ground with fearsome frustration. “...Then even a lady has her patience! I’ll give them both a rude awakening they shan’t forget!”

--- 

The bright flashes of light bathing the bottom of the cliff in creepy, ethereal lights were lost on Twilight Sparkle, however! With his own little burst of brilliant energy, his teleportation spell came to its conclusion and the cuddly little unicorn appeared with a poof at the top of the cliff. He cast his eyes out across the great open fields of green, eyes settling on the familiar ruined fortification that formed its central focus.

The ruined Castle of the Two Sisters. Once the home of the great Princess Luna, it had fallen into considerable disrepair following her absence. Now it stood empty and abandoned. 

Of course, the castle was still far from anything to sneeze at, and not just because a sneeze or two would risk sending its shaky foundations all toppling to the ground. Even after a thousand years of neglect and disrepair, its masterful stone architecture was still able to leave onlookers speechless. How unfortunate, then, that Twilight had come here for business, and not pleasure.

The little dear found the source of all his woes soon enough: surprise attacks were far from Trixie the Unicorn's style, and of course he found herself out in the open, standing in the grass by the castle’s dilapidated entrance. She looked nearly as cocky and haughty as she did great and powerful.

"Trixie..." Twilight muttered darkly. He came to stand before the villain who'd already caused him so much trouble indirectly, even distancing him from his beloved Rarity.

Trixie smacked her lips together, lazily lashing her tongue across her mouth. "Twiliiiight~ Mm. So glad you could make it, even if you are a little tardy."

She leaned forwards, both hands on one knee, large breasts hanging where they weren't sandwiched between her arms. The action was enough to hoist her hoodie up over her rump, baring a white-and-blue thong in the process just as tight as her body-stocking. "But Mama Trixie forgives you..."

“I hope you have come prepared, Sparkle!” Trixie shouted, bouncing over to meet him. “It will make victory all the sweeter when Trixie defeats you without breaking a sweat!” 

Twilight cracked his knuckles. He felt almost relieved to be facing another Unicorn for once, and one who'd properly engendered his wrath. After matching wits with some of the most powerful beings in Equestria, and being the underpony so many times, it felt almost strange to face someone on equal terms for once. 

Of course, that didn't mean his heart wasn't racing, just for different reasons this time! That glimpse she'd given him of that stripey, cutie thong had made his heart pound, feeling like it might leap out of his chest in a single moment. She noticed, as well, because the pretty pony opposite him was leering openly from underneath that sky-blue hood, and the long white tresses, framing her features.

"Mmhmhm... Twilight... See something you like?" purred Trixie, biting her lip impishly as she closed both hands around the bottom hem of the single garment she'd bothered to wear today. She rotated her hips in predatory circles, as if already itching for something to sink down onto, something to take the edge off her ever-present lust a little bit. For all her posturing and fronting, Trixie had the body of a callgirl, not a battle-hardened mage. "You're staring..."

Twilight felt his cheeks flush. He turned his head, trying not to stare, but his gaze stayed rooted to her lower body, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. He watched as she teased the suddenly precarious hem of her hoodie, which looked as if it could flutter up in a heartbeat and bare everything from her thigh gap to the womanly swell of her mons. 

"Mm... Trixie, no..." Twilight whined, fiddling with his own skirts as something particularly male urged to make itself known.

"Maybe I'll give you a peek, mm? Trixie is not without pity... especially when this is your last chance to ever see them, ahaha!"

“And, and what makes you think you’ll win our duel?” Twilight stammered. He could already feel his wits slowing as precious blood diverted itself from his brain, every thumping beat of his heart feeding Little Twilight’s transformation to Big Twilight. “Maybe I’ll have plenty more chances to… see them?”

Wait. No. That didn’t sound quite right.

“Oh, perhaps you will!” Trixie said in faux-shock, lifting her hoodie ever so teasingly higher. “Why, there’s ever so slightly a chance that you might win, and then what shall Trixie do? She’d be entirely at your mercy, Sparkle!”

“No, I, um…” Twilight was finding it very hard to think with his locked firmly at Trixie’s waist, tantalizing glimpses of her thong peeking out at him from beneath her hoodie. And beneath its thin fabric, dark and wet, he could see Trixie’s puffy pussy, swollen ripe with desire. “I would, of course, take you… I mean turn you, over to the proper authorities.” 

“A boringly dreadful fate!” she continued, her act unbroken. “Trixie will have to bring out all the stops, if she wants to prevent that from happening.” As if she already hadn’t brought out stop number one. Her hands continued their slow, purposeful rise; a clear, unobstructed view of her fattened lips confirmed to Twilight that, yes, she wanted him. Needed him. She shot him a sly little wink, promising her lover-rival without words that it could aaaall be his, if only he’d bow down and submit to the Great and Powerful Trixie. 

“So, Twilight Sparkle,” she whispered huskily. “Trixie is ready to begin. Are you?” 

Twilight wanted to form the words to announce his readiness, but every time he began to, Trixie turned her body this way or twisted her hips that way, flaunting thighs even bigger than his, kicking long legs that looked more than ready to wrap around his little head.

"That one down there looks more than ready to start," giggled Trixie, another sway of her undeniably womanly hips seeing her clothes hiked all the way up to her hips. She was all-but-dancing as she surged on over to him, booty-grinding, squatting, turning her hungry lower body in more elliptical orbits. "Mmhmhm..."

With her hoodie up all the way over her hips, now her mound was fully exposed to him. Trixie's thong was so small and tight, and her lower body so large and buxom, that they sank half-into the shape of her crotch. The waistband pinched into the fatty mounds just above her buttocks, while the crotch hugged her silky nethers tight enough to outline and highlight every inch of her velvety womanhood, a bulge that looked perfectly shaped to take on the largest of pony endowments.

While Twilight still struggled to find the words to announce his readiness in more than just balls-deep fucking, Trixie was already sashaying her way over, crossing her arms over to hoist her clothes a little higher. Now her trim, flat tummy was even exposed, the outline of abdominals shifting under the skin just barely visible... as if he'd needed anything more to drool over, Trixie had a washboard set of abs that hinted towards the idea that her buxom body, fat ass and all, was entirely genetic... She'd be destined to a curvaceous body made for foalbearing regardless of whether she was taut or tubby. "Irresistible" didn't begin to describe it!

"Twilight..." she cooed, skipping over a rock with a sudden burst of athleticism, big melons doing some rocking of their own.

"Twilight..." gasped Trixie, putting both hands on a crumbled section of wall, easing her hips around the corner with two big rotations of her amazing figure straight out of a stripper's playbook.

"Mm, Twilight~" Trixie teased, just inches away now. He could have reached out and honked one of those big, heaving melons if he'd wanted to...

"Gah!" Twilight finally felt his body moving, or more like catching up with his panicking mind. He raised a hand and fired off a lavender bolt of magic directly at Trixie's chest. There wasn't much thought behind the weave of magic than something to drive her back, push her away.

At the last moment, however, jagged turquoise lines shot down the length of his spell, twisting the magic from a buffeting blast of wind into a gentle summer breeze. He could only watch as Trixie leaned into it, the energy not just tossing back the hood of her outfit, but also tousling her hair, piling it up on top of her head. She giggled as she gained a straight-from-the-bedroom fashion sense in her 'do.

Trixie began running both hands through her mane, giving Twilight an appropriately steamy look in the process. "You prefer me like this, mmm?"

Twilight balked again and raised his horn to her a second time, this time preparing to whip up a storm of needles, little prickles Trixie would feel all over her body. He blasted them at her in rat-a-tat waves, striking her form again and again...

But again, Trixie's small, subversive magics seemed to find a backdoor to Twilight's overwhelming power. The arrows jolted and twisted, going from striking her core to slitting and slicing the material of her hoodie, running great furrows up the sides. Bare hip and bosom began to sway temptingly into view, bouncing out obscenely without more clothing to constrain them. Trixie grinned as her clothes were shredded clean off her body, soon leaving her in nothing but that nylon bodystocking... and that tight, juicy thong just begging to be tugged down. Not that it would need the help at this point: those needles of magic had reduced it just a few horizontal blue wisps criss-crossing Trixie’s sumptuous lower body.The small undergarment went from tightly squeezing her puss to half-hanging between her legs, just barely baring a naughty slit and the big, red pleasure-button tucked inside.

"Oh my... Just what are you up to, you naughty boy?" laughed Trixie, stretching both arms out towards him, turning them over each other in lazy circles. “Well, anyway, that’s more enough magic for you!”

“Ready or not...” she said, lashing her chops with a greedy tongue: “Here comes Trixie!”

Like a bolt from the blue, she darted at Twilight, taking long bounding stripes that would have her on him in moments. In comparison, Twilight squealed like a girl, wobbled, and toppled onto his bum with a gasp. On her next step, Trixie left the ground entirely, her magic swooping her over to bring a colossally thick thigh down on either side of his head, pinning his fanned-out mane neatly to the grass. 

The cat had caught her favorite mouse. 

“My, my, Sparkle!” Trixie hummed, shimmying her hips until she had him right where she wanted him: with her plump and beautiful rear in his face, and his delectable-looking cock ripe for the picking. “You certainly do play hard to get. Was all of this just a game? A tricky ruse to get Trixie interested?” She wiggled her rear a little more comfortably onto her fabulous new seat, sighing as Twilight squirmed beneath her. “You can tell me, Sparkle, I certainly won’t mind~” 

“Mmph!” His Royal Thickness’s feeble struggles could make no headway against his captor whatsoever. He simply couldn’t get his arms around those thighs, and with every labored breath he took his senses slipped deeper and deeper into the plush depths of Trixie’s deep bottom. In desperation, he summoned up the last of his magic, horn sparking with built-up energy, ready to blast Trixie off with a final spell… which, in his current dazed state, Trixie found very pliable. It was absolutely trivial at this point for her to modify it into one of her favourite enlargement spells, she did know them all by heart by now after all! 

“Ooh!” Trixie was cooing very happily as her hips stretched and expanded. Trixie’s ass had never needed an introduction beforehand, but now it rose like bread dough in an oven, expanding until the last exposed remnants of Twilight’s head disappeared conclusively beneath Trixie’s curves. 

“What a pleasant treat, Sparkle,” Trixie sighed, giving her rippling cheeks a little pat. Sitting astride Twilight’s cute face, she coyly glanced back over her shoulder at the risen flare topping the throbbing obelisk of his erection, and then darted her eyes back to him, chewing her bottom lip in delight. She was like a kid in a candy store, already imagining all the perverted fun she was going to have with her new toy... she could already imagine the slick, shiny shaft cradled quite comfortably in her endless cleavage. “Now we can really have some fun~”

Trixie wiggled her generous behind happily atop his face, bouncing as if to an invisible tune. She rocked back and forth, alternating between burying just most of his face in the flesh of her beautiful butt... and completely enveloping his head in her splendid, intoxicating assets. 

Although Trixie could tell she needed to tutor him a little bit. It was no good having him just lying there, now was it? But then, this sort of educational environment was exactly where a pony like Trixie thrived best, after all!

Trixie shot both of those generous thighs up in the air, putting the entire weight of her bottom on pretty Twilight's face, before subsuming her entire buxom frame in the sky-blue glow of her magic. With a whoosh, Trixie spun herself around, and slammed both those kickin' sneakers down into the grass on either side of Twi, driving them into the dirt. She lifted her caboose on high, dangling it over Twilight's pretty face, dangling her bouncing rear like a ripe peach hanging tantalizingly within his reach.

"Come now, Twilight, you're not just going to stare all day, are you...?" He really could have. The thin material of the body stocking was biting into her ass splendidly, that criss-crossing mesh causing flesh to come spilling through the gaps. Every little swing of her hips made her ripple and jiggle in dozens of different places at once.

Honestly, ships had been launched in the name of less beautiful sights! "You're a stallion, aren't you? I bet a hunk like you wants to get even with the silly filly who made him look like such a fool with her tricks and traps, mwahaha~"

Twilight’s mind was still reeling, but tricky Trixie’s trained eyes quite easily caught his hands stirring by his sides, as if he were slowly waking from a pleasant dream. A terribly tempting, awfully naughty sort of idea began to form in her head: "And besides... I might just have a little deal in mind for you, hot stuff. Since Trixie so soundly thrashed you in the magic competition, mmmm...? Here~"

Trixie planted her behind back on his face, his nose on top of her butt now rather than jammed directly into her steamy love nest, and plucked his hands up by his wrists, bringing those dangling digits allll the way up to her sweltering-hot fat ass. "Here we go... Good boy, take hold... Get a niiiice, fiiiiirm grip on Trixie..."

His fingers didn't just sink into her ass, more like it swallowed them. Not content with just swelling up in the wake of a magical infusion, Trixie's booty had become softer and more pliable as well, her smooth skin as latex, her butt as squishy as sponge cake. His fingers were soon caught under the body stocking's fibres, pulled along with each roll of her juicy rear-end over his face. "Mmmm... There. We'll make it best two-out-of-three, mm? A big boy like you should have noooo trouble bringing me to my knees. Ah, figuratively speaking. I'm already on my knees."

Twilight was speechless as he began to roll his hands over Trixie's sensational, Diva-like ass, squeezing, slapping, and spanking. Her gaze, rooted to his cock all this time, watched him go from stiff to stiffer, until finally she had her prize: a raging hard-on that triggered her own heat, a sweltering, needy warmth that demanded attention at once! She wrapped her arms around her midsection, sometimes moving back onto his face in faster and faster circles, other times just tilting her head and moaning out loud as his buttplay got too much for her.

In the end, Trixie couldn't handle it another moment. Sometime around her seventh "Ohhhhh!" or her fourth "Yessss~", Trixie glanced back at the beauty diligently working away at her thick ass, admiring the way he was leaving the most perfect little trail of kisses along her big fat butt, and she just snapped! She needed her pussy bare. She needed Twilight's face in her cunt! Trixie just couldn't go another second without showing off her most sensitive, holy part to this hot little stallion, and getting him to show some genuine appreciation for it.

"H-Hold on, stud... Trixie needs a little air." The magician raised her behind again, and slapped both her hands down on her thighs with two titanic cracks. Twilight was held spellbound as she rolled her butt in circles, keeping his eyes fixated on the beat-up material of her sliced-up thong as her fingers played over it, teasing the pussy trapped within. She was so wet the material was sticking to the outline of her plump slit, and she teased it now as he watched.

Then, with no need to draw it out any longer, Trixie slapped both hands hard onto the crotch of her thong, dragging her nails across it. She was in an animal heat now, throwing all modesty out the window in her need to claim her mate. She dragged the thong upwards, pulling the band until it dug into her crotch, moaning as she felt white-hot fire between her legs... And then she luxuriated in the long, drawn-out ripping sound that came afterwards as the tiny, slutty garment was shredded apart by her fingers, overwhelming what little integrity the poor fabric had left. One last tug broke it wide open, and her fat cunt immediately dangled juicily before Twilight's eyes, a glistening trail of womanly fluids immediately drooling out onto his chest. She was half-parted down there already, baring folds as vibrant and sleek a pink as some of Twilight's favourite cocktails. She immediately jammed it up against his mouth, an unmistakable order to her trapped twinky fuccboi that he should acknowledge and worship.

"Suck that pussy, Sparkle.” husked the devilish dame, feeling like the Queen Bitch around here. “Worship Great and Powerful Trixie!" She watched his dick reach a level beyond its previous "raging", wondering if it was finally time to pay that cutie back a little, and give Twilight some much-needed relief.

...A thought interrupted as Twilight’s all-too-talented tongue got to work! Trixie shivered and moaned and groaned as that little pink muscle lapped away at all the right spots. It came light and teasing at first, drawing itself up, down, and around her dripping slit until she was positively wild with want, then came the licks, long and slow. Sensuous, decadent strokes of the tongue that made Trixie melt just as surely as an ice cream cone. She wriggled, she squirmed, she screamed. Oh, it was just too much for her to handle! She would simply have to take Twilight under her wing once she’d won this duel, a personal pussy apprentice to train and refine into sexual perfection. 

It was such wonderful worship, in fact, that Trixie decided she would pay him back for it after all. The Great and Powerful Trixie was a generous goddess indeed, and as she leaned down to envelop Twilight’s monstrously meaty shaft in her heavenly bust, she readied herself to deliver unto him every blessing she had in arsenal. 

“Mm, good deeds are always rewarded in this temple, Sparkle,” she purred, dabbing a finger against the fat, twitching flare of his tip and drawing a strand of thick precum from it. She could only resist a moment before she popped it between her lips, eyes alight as the salty, masculine taste spread itself over her tongue. She gasped with delight. “And offerings doubly so! Now, allow the Great and Powerful Trixie to show you the reward for such stunning devotion~”

Trixie formed her luscious lips into an open, questing ‘o’, kissing daintily at Twilight’s drooling tip. “Mmmwa! Mwa, mwa, mwa!” Each exaggerated kiss came deeper and wetter than the last, her tongue dragging itself teasingly over the slick, pre-soaked flesh of his shaft. No magician started a show with her best trick, and she did so love the way Twilight grew ever more frantic and desperate as she toyed with him Eventually, though, she decided it was time to deliver the coup de grace, her lips coming in for one more soft, romantically sensual kiss to the tip… and rolled right over his flare, her mouth sinking down on that magnificent shaft until it could kiss her hot, wet throat instead.  

For some it might have been an unusual direction for a magical duel to proceed in, but perhaps for these two perverts it was perfectly normal. They were both so horny all the time that this might have ended in a hook-up even if Trixie hadn't been plotting paramour right from the start.

And it wasn't like either of them were showing any decency... Not Twilight, even though any normal stallion would have been horrified at this turn of affairs; the plump pony was by now half out of his dress, his elbow-gloves discarded, his stockings beginning to split and run. And Trixie had never had anything like decency to begin with. Certainly she hadn’t gained any now that she was stripped down to just the body-stocking she'd been positively poured into. Soft, doughy mare-meat was bulging out every which way one looked!

So maybe this came as no surprise, then - the way they feasted on each other's flawless flesh, mewling and moaning equal amounts of satisfaction. Twilight and Trixie were both very sexually liberated ponies, animals who might just find any excuse to fuck! How many nights had the girlish boy and the mannish woman spent slipping in and out of naughty outfits, posing in front of their respective mirrors and drawing extreme pleasure from watching their bodies develop so lewdly? At some point in the past, both colt and filly had come to realization they were sluts with naughty bodies... but by then the thought had only made them grin and feel good inside, more determined than ever to seek greater depravity and stronger pleasures.

Example the first: their ongoing magical duel. Now, Trixie had her fingernails gleefully sunk into her big boobies and was holding them together around a particularly fantastic veined cock. She kept the base warmly smothered in creamy breastflesh while she bobbed her head on the top, hollowing her cheeks and copiously drooling all down the shaft. Just being rubbed up and down by dry boobs had been enough to make Twilight see stars, but when Trixie's bosom became slick and glistening and slid up and down with renewed energy, Twilight felt his mind blanking, his inner slut coming to the forefront.

It was all he could do to keep kissing and tasting the pussy pushed into his face... If it weren't for her bearing down on him, presenting her vibrantly-pink folds to him over and over, maybe the silly little goose would have just rolled his eyes back and focused on being a happy little cumcow for Mistress Trixie. Instead, he peeled her with his fingers, gently pinning those full lips to her thighs, and kissed all around the outside of her pussy. In the end, Twilight pushed his nose up against her and opened his mouth enough to greedily swallow the cartoon-cute mound of Trixie's pussy entirely. His nimble tongue danced in circles on the hot button that had gotten them into this situation in the first place, bringing the seriously messed-up filly the fabulously brain-melting pleasure she craved. Trixie tensed up all over - squeaked once, then twice - then suddenly went limp, stretching her legs out. She crooned like a satisfied little kitten, waggling her tired hips from side to side. "Mmmmm... Twilight~"

Just imagine she's Rarity, Twilight thought. Just pretend it's Rarity! It was an unexpectedly soothing image... Now that all that he could see of Trixie was this big, fat ass in his face, it was easy to imagine she was another, sweeter mare... Even if, in the event of a competition, Rarity's keister was large enough to flatten Trixie's pert, daintily-proportioned behind. He started paying attention to all the spots that made Trixie hiss and squeak, cementing them in his mind to try on Rarity later. Rarity deserved that much. She did, she did! 

But as those slickened boobs continued to massage his lovely member, he heard only Trixie’s voice speaking to him instead of Rarity’s. "Hm-hm, I've admired you from afar for so long, young Sparkle. Long nights of such dreadful heat, tossing and turning under the sheets until Trixie's bed was a mess... I was crazy about playing with myself and thinking about you, long weeks of doing nothing but touching my hot little button... Ahaha~"

Trixie glanced back at him over her shoulder, locking eyes with Twilight as her tongue swirled around his shaft's flared head. "I couldn't stop thinking about you... My body couldn't stop thinking about you... Stealing glimpses where I could, imagining what it would be like to hold your velvety body in my hands..."

She loudly slurped him down, with a sucking sound he'd never imagined a woman's mouth could make. She bobbed down to the base, her throat bulging, then slid him back to the tip. "And now we are here! Trixie has been dreaming of this day... And I'm going to enjoy myself!"

She shuddered with pleasure, satisfied to her core with the taste of his stallionhood. "I might be vulgar and obscene, but... so are you! You'll keep licking unless you want all Canterlot to know about this... that cute friend of yours included, mwahaha~"

Not that cute friend of his! The weight of Trixie’s threat bore heavily down on Twilight, spurring him to continue to please his goddess’s all-needy pussy. It would simply break poor Rarity’s heart if she ever knew he’d been more intimate with such a fierce rival before such a close friend, and if he had to bring Trixie to a mind-blanking, pussy-tightening orgasm to protect her from that dark secret… Well, that was just what friends did!

And he did it well, too. Trixie’s taunting and teasing subsided quickly into a series of moans and groans, her mind sinking ever deeper to its most basic, primal needs as Twilight overwhelmed her with sheer pleasure. It was hard to think of ever more devious ways to toy with her little playmate with such a talented tongue exploring her deepest and most sacred depths. The most she could do was put her open mouth to work in reciprocation, bringing Twilight’s cock inch by inch toward its own peak in long, satisfying slurps. It was a race to the finish for the both of them, and whether Twilight’s mouth would win or Trixie’s was anyone’s guess!

Trixie, however, was never one to play by the traditional rules. As Twilight’s balls rumbled low against her lips, and his shaft twitched and throbbed against her throat, a flash of realization sparked in her mind. She pulled herself away from Twilight’s member with a wet pop, then eased Little Trixie off his face with an even wetter schlurp. 

“Oh, no-no-no, dearest Sparkle!” Trixie giggled, reeling as if from the drunkenness of her own lust. She waggled a finger teasingly in his face. “Trixie wouldn’t dare let you waste such a precious gift!”

In the blink of an eye, she’d flipped herself around, her mouth meeting Twilight’s for the briefest of moments. Her arousal mixed with his as their lips met, Twilight’s precum and Trixie’s own juices washing together in a wave of passion. She pulled away from her poor, dazed victim, and shot him a wink, treating her rival to a vision of her thick blue thighs positioning themselves ever so carefully over his waist. “As magicians, I think we both know how important it is to save the best for last~” 

Twilight gasped prettily as Trixie went from squatting over him to dropping her knees heavily on either side. She sat down on him, sinking her fully-figured weight onto him, then wiggling back and forth until she was comfy.

Twilight, on the other hand, was the very opposite of comfy. He’d been mere moments away from releasing a big, gooey mess all around Trixie’s puckered lips and down her front, and now he was twitching like crazy under her imperious gaze, whining for release. When that steamy pole of male arousal made itself known by bumping against Trixie’s generous bottom, her hands shot up and her eyes widened in a look of purest pantomime... followed by her grinning lecherously, and fluttering her long eyelashes at him.

“Oho! Seems like this one certainly agrees,” she teased, grinding her booty back at the indignant cock, criss-crossing it with the fabric of her stocking, every individual fibre lightly biting into his flesh. She swallowed him up in buttcheeks, grinding the head of his cock against the small of her back. “Ahuhuhu... Naughty fat cock...”

Trixie arched her back for Twilight Sparkle, presenting herself in a display that would have left him absolutely shocked him just a few years ago. Those very plump and heavy - yet effortlessly youthful in their bounciness - breasts of hers were drawn high and proud on her chest, lightly swaying for his eyes only. 

“Take care of these for me, boy,” Trixie laughed, right before taking his hands by the wrists once again. She laid them across her bust as if she were an innocent starlet seeking some cover-up, and then smirked again when he began to squish and molest of his own accord. 

Boys... They did so crave the relief that came with big, soft tits filling their vision and their hands... and Trixie considered herself the most heavenly on both counts. She wouldn’t stop bouncing until he was thoroughly drunk on her chest.

“And while you’re playing with those... I’ll help myself back here, ahaha~”

Relaxing her upper body, letting her beau grope, Trixie reached back behind her and touched her fingertips to that amazing cock. For a long moment, she simply trailed her fingers up and down the shaft, admiring its stiffness, and the virility it contained. A member like this could do some serious damage to an innocent maiden like her... It was one thing to cum on the end of her favourite sex toys over and over, but she could control the thrusting and ease off a little when she was feeling particularly... “lovey-dovey”, but a stallion like Twilight might just keep going further past that point, teasing her with his glans, finding her weakest spots and cruelly grinding on them with his huge cock past the point of no return. Combined with the sheer lovely warmth pouring out of that member, a deep heat that would suffuse into her heart via her pussy, and... yes. It was more than dangerous.

She bucked her hips, smooshing his pole between her buttcheeks over and over. Her cautionary warnings to herself were just driving the silly-filly into heat. Trixie was burning up for a cock!

“Hup! Here I go!” She climbed onto her hands and feet, butt high in the air, arms spread out. Trixie crab-walked her troublemaking slit directly over that steamy cock, lowered herself down, and... joined their bodies together. 

“Hhhhhh...” The pony’s eyes crossed as she felt her lower lips being spread apart by Twilight’s member. It was a very tight fit, ridiculously so, and each and every inch was a pleasurable struggle to fit inside her. Over and over, she turned her hips in circles, worming her upper body back and forth in concentration and cooing in delight as a little more entered her each time... Soon, Trixie had her fingers wrapped around Twilight’s pole, squeezing him, thumbing the veins mapping the shaft... 

But most of all, forcefully feeding him into her pussy. She locked eyes with her captive stallion, daring him to look away as inch after inch of maleness was swallowed up into her tight, womanly folds. She arched her back, made a cute sound of tension as she tightened, then siiiighed it all out as she adjusted to take Twi’s not-inconsiderable size. “So this... This is how things have turned out, eh, Twilight Sparkle? Quite the surprise for you, I bet!”

Now that he was inside of her, and Trixie was able to begin lecherously sliding her hips up and down, she was free to fan her hands out across his belly. A few more inches entered her, and she leaned forwards, unceremoniously dropping her booty in Twilight’s lap with a slap. Trixie repositioned herself into a position where she could really thrust, and planted her hands on Twilight’s flat chest. 

“And rightly so! My ultimate victory... You’re... ahhhn... almost totally devoured... Gobbled up by Trixie!” 

Twilight’s pretty little nipples did not escape her notice, either. Trixie seemed intent on conquering every last part of Twilight, and what better place to start than his svelte, slender chest? She placed a hand each on his pecs and molested them as if they were a girl’s breasts, all the while giving his pole the full - agonizing - Trixie treatment. She was just so tight! “You look like you’re starting to have some second thoughts about taking on Equestria’s greatest showpony, mm? Ahaha!”

Trixie’s dripping pussy fluttered up and down Twilight’s throbbing shaft, laying claim to it just as completely as she’d laid claim to him. She kept him pinned easily under her hands as her tight bottom drove down onto his hips over and over... all while grinning a grin so manic it would have made Pinkie Pie jealous. 

That big, thick booty smothered his lap, luscious blue cheeks smothering his thighs as Trixie packed his entire length inside of her puss. “Would you look at that, Sparkle?” she laughed. “I’ve made your whole length disappear, just like magic! Oh, this might just be Trixie’s best trick yet!”

That bad, bad bitch paused to wiggle her derriere, moaning a very womanly appreciation for such a yummy cock. “Looks like... Mmmn... Another win for Trixie!”

---

And while nice stallion and naughty mare continued to luxuriate in each other’s warm embrace, Rarity remained at the foot of the cliff, without her Twilight. Alone.

And it was starting to rain. Perfect.

Once again, Rarity turned her eyes to look all the way up the cliff’s imperious face. The fact she had been stopped not by a pony, not by magic, but by a simple geographical bluff... that was perhaps the worst part of all of this! In the end, it all felt like a cruel joke.

It was nothing at all for an experienced and powerful Magus like Twilight to fizzle in a flash, blinking to the bluff’s summit in a single heartbeat, but Rarity was known to have trouble so much as simply flashing across a room. Her magical repertoire was sizeable; if one ever needed gems and jewels located, identified and appraised, she could whip up a blast of azure magic in moments... 

But right now, she needed something else.

In all her life, Rarity had never felt so low. And not just because she was sitting at the bottom of a cliff! Her entire journey here had been pointless, her presence completely and utterly inconsequential to Twilight’s fated duel with Trixie. She might have turned back towards Canterlot then and there, if not for a sudden flash of magic from her handbag.

Oh, yes, that was right. She’d stowed the crown in there. The crown she’d witnessed in her dreams, the crown that had been delivered to her at the height of her body’s need. In all the excitement, she’d as good as forgotten about it. 

But it wouldn’t stand to be forgotten a moment longer! Before the unicorn’s spellbound eyes, her handbag whipped open, and the crown emerged, leaving a sparkling trail of lights as it whipped around her buxom body to come and hover before her eyes.

It was glowing, the air itself rippling around it as inky coils of magic twisted and writhed around its golden finish. With mouth agape, Rarity found herself staring directly at the crown, even taking a step towards it, and it was a decision she immediately regretted. Her thoughts slowed the longer she focused on it, sinking deeper and deeper into the idea of the tiara until thinking itself was like forcing her way through fog. 

But where her own thoughts failed to materialize, it seemed someone else’s were filling in the blanks for her. The next time Rarity fluttered back to consciousness - when that ebbing and flowing magic momentarily hit a low point in its cycles - she swore she heard a voice clear as day in her mind.

“Rarity. I can give you the power you seek.”

“Wh-What?” Rarity raised one of her hands, then immediately withdrew it right after. “No... I can’t...”

A sly tone crept into that sinister voice. A thought that felt like her own, but clearly wasn’t - much too jagged and thorny. “Just a momentary boost, nothing more. To get you to the top of the cliff.”

“Just a... momentary...” She sounded the words out, the light in her eyes fading.

“All you have to do is let me in, Rarity.”

“Let... in...”

“Trust me...” purred the voice one final time, and Rarity felt her soft, gloved fingers reaching up and out. She grazed the crown with the very tips of her fingers, drawing them along its surface... and then immediately withdrew them as if she’d been pricked by a thorn. “No, I...!”

But that momentary wavering had been all it had taken. The darkness spread through the air towards her, laced around her brow, and the circlet was drawn towards her forehead as if magnetized. With a soft “click”, it settled into position on Rarity’s brow. 

The little white pony stumbled backwards, clutching her forehead. She might have immediately tried to drag the circlet off, if not for a pair of whipping, whooshing sounds behind her a pair of large, black wings burst from her own back.

“Wings...? No, I can’t... But...”

But, she touched them, and found them real. Her new wingspan was composed of an inky black shadow, with the consistency of a pool of tar. They were only an illusion meant to resemble a pegasus’ wings, crafted from magic taken from somewhere... beyond. It was a brand of mysticism everypony assumed had long since vanished from Equestria.

But still... Rarity beat her wings, unfurling the inky blackness across a span that seemed to go on forever - black tendrils that bubbled and boiled under the thickening sheets of rain. She took off, blasting the air downwards under the force of her new thundering wingspan.

Rarity knew she didn’t have much time. Part of her was fully aware that the crown had deliberately chosen not to teleport her, that flying to the top would take precious minutes more than it would to blink there. 

And that would give it precious minutes more to work on her. Every moment those pools of inky black pools of anti-light were on her back was another opportunity to take a sinister thought that had always lurked in the back of her mind and give it a bit more weight, a little bit more oomph. 

Calling it ‘mind control’ would be wrong. She was aware of that, right from the get-go. The power filling up Rarity’s mind at the moment was doing nothing more monstrous than making the amount of Rarity in the world more considerable, filling up the world around her with Rarity. It was an intoxicating power, one that could be ridden and controlled, and yet constantly whispered that things should be the other way ‘round. 

It would feel soooo good to just let it all come gushing out, for everyone to see. 

Rarity knit her brows as the Nightmare forces seeped into her mind, conjuring up a hundred images of that dreadful Unicorn magician, the one who had made all this necessary in the first place. “Trixie.” Well, Trixie was waiting for her right now at the tippy-top of that cliff, and in her current state, Rarity could exact the revenge she’d been craving since yesterday... She could destroy the girl with a glare! With a few whispered words! What fun!

But no, Rarity reminded herself, Twilight will be there. A lady simply does not interrupt her day out with a gentleman to demolish the stumbling blocks along the way... no matter how boorish.

Rarity finally alighted at the top of the cliff, her mind made up. As rapidly as they’d appeared, her newly-grown wings deteriorated from all up her back, turning to papery shreds that dropped to the earth and broke apart. 

It wasn’t too late for Rarity to remove the tiara, to cast it off and hurl it back into her handbag, but she decided she wanted to keep its power. Well, perhaps at least for a teensy bit longer. Like a well-rounded lass who had just sworn up and down that this delicious cupcake would absolutely be the last one, Rarity found herself dipping into the metaphorical cupcake reservoir once again. 

I’ll admit I might have a tiiiny bit of an indulgence problem. 

The problem is that I haven’t been indulging nearly enough~

Now I do believe I have a Trixie to scare the pants off of! Metaphorically speaking, of course. Rarity doubted that in-heat tramp had even worn pants a day in her life!

---

Rarity arrived at the castle’s door soon afterwards, a roaring fire of righteous fury burning in her breast. She’d come to support Twilight in his duel against Trixie, and by and that was what she was going to do! Her ears pricked ever so slightly as screams and howls echoed from inside, a chorus of indiscriminate voices that sounded like something from a torture chamber…

Or a bedroom, a voice at the back of her mind whispered, but Rarity shook that thought right off. Either those screams were Twilight’s, in which case her help would arrive not a moment too soon, or they were Trixie’s and she would be needed at once to help Twilight celebrate his victory. In either case, she would simply have to make haste.

She threw open the doors and strode in like a mare on a mission… which she very much had been, until the sight stopped her dead in her tracks. She had expected to bear witness to an epic battle between blue and purple. Evil and good. Bolts of magic flying left and right as Twilight and Trixie both waged magical war on each other. She hadn’t even dared to expect that she would find them making the beast with two backs!

And of all the moments Rarity could have chosen to walk in, she’d picked the peak: the climax to their ‘duel’ - if duel indeed was what they wanted to call this. She gasped, eyes widening in disbelief as Trixie’s powerful hips bore her up extra-high, naughty sounds of shared excess reverberating through the stone halls as Twilight’s cock ever so briefly left her. Time seemed to slow, that fateful moment from which there could be no return hanging in Rarity’s mind. These were the consequences, she realized. She had let Twilight leave her side for even a moment, and the scene before her was the destined, deserved result of such carelessness.

These were the consequences.

The sloppy wet meeting of Trixie’s naughty lower lips and Twilight’s throbbing member was catalytic, a quintessential boy-meets-girl moment that set them both over the edge. Twilight’s hips bucked powerfully, heavy balls tensed as they filled Trixie’s spasming puss with a heaping helping of creamy cum. Shot, after shot, after shot of it, in a seemingly endless orgasm, time itself blurring for the both of them as their cries mixed and mingled.

Twilight moaned.

Trixie sang.

Rarity clutched her cheeks, and howled in frustration.

And all the while, Trixie’s belly bulged further and further outward with the spoils of sex. She bounced up and down, milking her love for every last drop of seed, all with a sparkle in her eye and a grin on her face. She had already caught a single, sex-blurred glimpse of her second greatest rival arriving on the scene - her primary competition for Twilight’s affection now frozen stiff in horror - and now, more than anything else, she wanted to put on a show. 

Well, Rarity had gotten a show, alright. Quite an eyeful, indeed! She could feel herself falling back into that familiar black haze, a flickering fire of resentment building in her stomach. How dare that miserable little minx think she could ever stand on the same stage as Twilight, much less share the spotlight with him! 

She surged forwards.

Rarity’s new tiara shone with cold, silver light. Its power filled her, a stream of raw magical energy pouring into her lush, well-padded frame. If this was the kind of performance Trixie was going to put on, then she would simply have to be prepared for Rarity upstaging her. 

The air crackled electric, the temperature in the castle falling by degrees as more and more magic suffused Rarity’s body. Then, when finally it seemed a simple fashion-mare from Canterlot could hold no more, it molded her. Changed her. She was growing, becoming taller, fuller-figured, and more bountiful than ever. Soon her physique could have been mistaken for one of Equestria’s own divine princesses. 

What Twilight’s magic had done to Trixie’s rear before paled in comparison to the greatest, most powerful of expansion spells. Rarity’s mane spilled out, flourishing into dark, starry waves. 

And worst of all, a manic smile spread across her face as every nerve sparked with pure satisfaction, her eyes aglow with power greater than anything Trixie had ever seen in even her wettest dreams. 

Or, no. Not Trixie’s dreams. More like…

Rarity grinned. More like a Nightmare.