Compact Horse Romance

by JawJoe

The One Named after the Chocolate Bar

Twilight Sparkle lay on her bed, looking at the ceiling. Things just haven't been the same since she became a princess. Sure, other princesses have been nothing but helpful, and her friends were enthusiastic. They had more enthusiasm, perhaps, than the lavender unicorn alicorn herself.

Change, she wondered. Change is the strangest thing. It destroys everything in its path. Its coming is celebrated and lamented at the same time.

Twilight's whole life turned upside down when she sprouted wings. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lie to herself: she wasn't the pony she used to be. She was different now, try as she might to retain herself. Change. She turned the thought over in her head. Ponies change, she thought. That's the way of life.

While she lay alone in the library, her inner turmoil subsided. She liked the simplicity of the Golden Oaks. From the moment she set hoof in Ponyville, and her life spiralled into a cycle of endless battles and victories against foes great and small, the library remained the only constant thing in her life.

She took security in the knowledge that the tree was part of the show's status quo. Nothing bad would ever happen to it.

She turned onto her belly, and pulled closer a book she'd cast aside. “Fifty Bales of Hay” was one of her guilty pleasures, one she could enjoy only when the prying eyes of her friends – or Spike's – weren't nearby.

Twilight liked that book. Perhaps a little more than society would deem acceptable, especially for a princess. Just as she licked her lip and the tip of her hoof slid towards her nether regions, however, there was knocking on the door below.

Twilight froze. She waited silently, hoof halfway down, hoping that whoever disturbed her peace would go away. But then there came more knocking, longer and louder.

With a frustrated groan, Twilight jumped off the bed – wiping her hoof on the blanket along the way – and walked downstairs to the door.

As she opened up, a familiar mare stuck her head in. Her big, pointy hat nearly poked Twilight's eye out.

“Hello there, Twilight!” said Trixie, bouncing inside.

Twilight blinked. “And you are?”

Trixie gasped, slapping a hoof theatrically at her forehead. “What? Don't you remember the Great and Powerful Trixie? We did battle and I apologised and everything.”

“Oh,” Twilight said. “I remember. Sorry, it's been a while. What brings you here? I thought you were a travelling showpony.”

“True indeed,” Trixie said. Her expression quickly changed from jovial to sad – perhaps with a hint of shame. A flush of red filled her cheeks. She sat down and looked at her hoof, poking at the floor. “For the longest time, I didn't want to admit, but... I couldn't deny myself any longer.”

Twilight raised a brow. “Why not? You seemed alright, last time we parted ways.”

With a sudden jump, Trixie turned her head up. She placed her front hooves on Twilight's shoulders, and she leaned close – uncomfortably close. “I love you, Twilight Sparkle.”

“What.”

“I can't explain it,” Trixie explained. “For some unfathomable reason, I cannot stop thinking about you. Your pretty face. Your beautiful eyes. Your amazing magical talents!” Trixie sat back, once again putting a hoof to her forehead. “It's true! The Great and Powerful Trixie is in great and powerful love!”

For Twilight, it was difficult to fathom. A humble, small town librarian Princess of Books, and a boasting, audacious showmare.

“Do you really feel that way?” Twilight asked.

“Hah!” Trixie cackled, pointing a hoof straight at Twilight. “You have fallen from the ruse, Princess Twilight! The Great and Powerful Trixie would never fall for you! How could you possibly imagine—”

Twilight pulled the door open. “Get out.”

Trixie fell to the floor and crawled to Twilight's hooves. “No, I'm sorry,” she said, still on the floor, wrapping her front legs around one of Twilight's. “I really do love you. But it's like, lies and badly concealed insecurity are the Great and Powerful Trixie's defining traits. It's hard, getting rid of them. I need you in my life, Twilight.”

Twilight shook her hoof out of Trixie's grasp. “We met like two times. How could you be in love with me? What makes you think I my barn doors even swing that way?”

“Look,” Trixie said, craning her neck to look into Twilight's eyes. “We've been through this. Everypony swings that way.”

“That is a statistical impossibility because science,” Twilight said. Yet with Trixie on the floor before her, she couldn't help but let her mind wonder. It was cute, in a way, how Trixie changed her ways. How eager she was to learn the magic of friendship. Twilight couldn't deny it: there was a strange magnetism between the two of them.

“But I think you're right,” Twilight said. “I just discovered something very important about myself. I should write to Celestia at once. Spike!”

Trixie got up, dusting off her cape. “It's weird, how ponies change.”

“I was just thinking about that,” Twilight said.

“You're so deep,” Trixie replied.

“Let's not go there,” Twilight responded.

Trixie giggled. “Oh, but I'd like to go there,” she said, biting her lip and batting her brows.

Twilight took a step back. “Trixie, no.”

Trixie pounced Twilight. “Trixie yes!”

The two then engaged in passionate intercourse.

It was that exceedingly satisfying kind of passionate intercourse, where the participants had been ticking bombs of sexual frustration. Once the cap is off, and raw emotion is allowed to burst from its hidden recesses, there is no stopping it. The release is doubly as satisfying when both parties have had a long-standing animosity against one another, like Twilight and Trixie here.

No toys. No tools. Just two bodies, and everything they can do.

It was like that one time where I took the wrong turn home after a night on town, and woke up in an alley with a missing kidney. I had to call one of my old army buddies to track down the perpetrator – and after a whole year devoted to the chase, I finally found the criminal. And that young medical school dropout was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. All I remember is that the morning after our night of passion, I woke up with two left kidneys.

Of course, I didn't traumatise a baby dragon watching me from behind a bookshelf, but you know, whatever floats your boat.

So overall, it was a good sex.

Spent, Trixie placed an ear on Twilight's rapidly pulsating chest, feeling her every gaping breath, every rapid beat of her heart.

“So this is what it feels like to be loved,” Trixie whispered.

Twilight planted a kiss on Trixie's forehead. “I used to wonder what friendship with benefits could be.”

Comments

[Nonagon]

Dammit man I haven't read Twixie in years and you bring it all flooding back.