A Great and Powerful Chapter!
“Goodnight, Phillydelphia!"
Trixie's magic closed the stage curtains. She'd been fined for her possession and use of the Alicorn Amulet, but she received part of the reward for turning it over to Zecora and Twilight Sparkle. She had no idea why, but didn't want anyone muddying the issue with fancy mathematics.
“You’re nev-er gonna bring me down…” Trixie sang as she worked the mechanisms that retracted the stage. Since the city hadn’t granted her a permit to camp, she’d had to close her show a bit early and retire to a secluded campground outside West Phillydelphia, where she’d been born and raised.
Trixie's magic levitated a scroll and teleported it away. “OK, homework’s done, now dinner and some ‘advanced’ practicing.” Dinner consisted of leftover Chineighse takeout, which disappeared like, well, magic.
Illusion magic was both an art and a science. She was working on an elaborate series of new acts involving herself apparently in peril, only to escape at the last minute. The secret was that she was never IN peril at all. Or she wouldn’t be. It was a tricky combination of props, hyper realistic illusions, and dramatic timing that was proving very hard to nail down.
Oh, she had the drama already, which was easy. The props were masterworks of deception. Now, she had a water tank escape to build. Her trick was to take off her trademark cloak and hat, place manacles around both sets of hooves, and then, to really wow the audience, put on a magic inhibitor ring that she’d had an audience volunteer test. It was genuine, of course.
She’d get in the tank, and a sheet would separate her from her audience. She’d backlight the tank, so her shadow could be seen trying to get free, only to gradually grow frantic, and then stop moving altogether. The backlight would go out, and the sheet would drop – revealing an empty tank. She’d then canter on stage left, dripping wet, to thunderous applause, and use her hooves to remove the magic inhibitor ring while taking a well-deserved bow.
Of course, the whole time that Trixie was preparing for the act, she was really backstage, with a bucket of warm water handy. It was her most cunning illusion yet, one of perfection, that was getting into the tank.
One of herself.
Trixie’s true talent for illusions was starting to shine, as she sat on the bed and cast the spells, making realistic illusions of the props. They had to fool the most discerning ponies, after all. Then, she focused on her masterpiece. This time it would be perfect. She'd dreamed of tricks like this since she was small.
The illusionary Trixie was so realistic, Trixie could scarce believe it. She’d made sure to seamlessly turn a patchwork of old photos into a stunning replica of herself. It could fool every sense, including cursory magical scans.
As she walked around her ravishing duplicate, she grinned. “Yes, you look quite functional.” And she cast one more spell.
“The Great and Powerful Trixie is fully functional, Trixie assures you.” Both mares giggled. Then the one wearing the hat smirked impishly.
“Prove it.”
The hat-less Trixie licked her lips eagerly and embraced her hatted counterpart, leaning the pair back onto the bed, “Doesn’t this just feel so wrong?” she asked with a grin, even as she moved her hooves all over the hatted mare. "Yet it feels so right..."
“Are you kidding? It’s with someone I respect,” replied the hatted mare, taking advantage of her counterpart’s lack of headgear to begin licking that elegantly spiraled horn she was showing off.
Several things occurred to show Trixie just how powerful the linked spells at work here were. First off, her tongue felt every polished groove and flute in the horn. Second, her own horn registered the sensations, as if someone was licking her. She became acutely aware that she was feeling sensations from both points of view – a useful feedback effect for future shows. Second, she wasn’t having to direct her counterpart with anywhere near as much work, so the limited Come to Life spell was handling the mechanics of running the illusionary body. And lastly…. That felt so damn good!
Trixie’s hooves wandered as the horn job continued, rubbing her counterpart’s teats and teasing her nipples. Her doppelganger followed suit, still more or less autonomously, both mares making lewd noises. Trixie felt both the direct stimulation of her nipples and hooves, and the indirect echoes of the sensations of her mirror image.
All this teasing was making her marehood wet, but eve more surprisingly, she felt something wet with her knee as she shifted position. Somehow, her illusionary counterpart was getting wet just as she did. That in turn triggered an awareness of a secondary lust building inside her, nearly equal in intensity to her own. THAT was unexpected. There was really only one solution. Trixie grinned at Trixie, as the same idea occurred to both of her.
Trixie ran a hoof across her mirror image’s outer lips, and both mares moaned. The doppelganger did likewise, and the second fire flared inside Trixie from a throb to an inferno. Soon, both mares were eagerly rubbing each others sopping slits, using magic to hold open their lower lips, and alternating horn jobs, the hat unceremoniously discarded to a corner of the trailer floor.
Trixie rolled her double’s clit with her hooves, and felt the bliss explode inside her twice with a spray of glitter from their horns and liquid from their pussies. Yes, the orgasm had been doubled!
They collapsed in each others arms, and their eyes closed in unison. A heartbeat later, the doppelganger began to fade into motes of pale pink light, and the real Trixie began to snore in a great and powerful slumber, tangled in her cape and bedding.