Trixie
If there’s one thing Rarity was good at from fashion, playing a piano, and saving the world countless times with her friends; Interrogation. Yes, with the bedazzled boot missing for the Fall Play, she needs to put her interrogation skills into use to retrieve it.
And her first and possible suspect is Trixie.
The atmosphere went gray when Trixie strutted into her office with a smug grin on her face. Rarity eyed on her with an intimidating look.
‘The moment she strutted into my office I already knew she was guilty,’ she thought, ‘Only guilty people strut like that, and that’s a guilty person strut.’
Trixie thought as she took a seat in her chair, ‘The moment I strutted into her office, I knew I could outsmart this Bethune.’
Rarity crossed her arms and thought, ‘The game wasn’t talking and that was fine I did not talk to, I did not talk for hours I’m not even talking right now!’
Trixie lay her chin on her folded hands, ‘Me neither.’ That sounded like she’s reading her mind at the last part.
Rarity knew she was making herself comfortable to keep this up, ‘Looks like Trixie picked up a record in the side of the play!’
‘Little did she know, two can play this game.’ Trixie laid back into her chair and relaxed.
Two hours went by, and none spoke a word. Rarity kept her bored eyes on her while Trixie made herself more comfortable than earlier.
‘Oh, she’s good,’ Rarity thought with a smirk formed on her lips, ‘But I had something big to prepare; my secret weapon.’
What Trixie never saw coming was Rarity placing a small purse on the table. This makes her anxious and her sweat formed on her head. No, she can’t sweat.
Rarity placed her purse sideways and rolled out a few makeup materials. Anxiety built in Trixie as she watched, ‘Makeup? You gotta be bluffing.’
Rarity smirked as she held one lipstick, Trixie’s eyes widened, ‘We could be here…’
‘For hours,’ Rarity finished while wearing her lipstick on her lips.
But there are more tricks in her sleeves that Trixie never expected than what she has seen, Rarity stood up and walked over to her side of the table rather seductively. She swayed her hips as she approached the magician with that devilish, and yet, a hot smirk on her face.
Trixie just stared at her and her anxiety was replaced with something… something burning inside her. ‘Okay… not only she wore makeup just to make me talk, which was not her intention, but she just came to me with that… smile of hers. And why am I suddenly feeling this way??’
Rarity kept her seductive glare as she ran her fingers underneath her chin, ‘If there’s one thing to make your suspect squeal was seduction, and you’re my first suspect to fall for my spell.’
The heat intensified in Trixie as she felt her face warming up with those soft fingertips touching her chin. Trixie now realized what she was doing and maintained her confidence as best as she could and slapped a hand away, ‘Now I know what you’re doing, you weirdo! But unfortunately for you, I ain’t gay,’’ She turned her head away despite the warmth feeling in her face.
Rarity placed her hands on her hips and thought, ‘Deny all you want, Trixie. But your body language says it all, I shall take advantage of your interest in girls.’
Trixie made a big mistake for taking a glance at Rarity leaning on the table in front of her and lying on her stomach. She gives her a wink to make her suspect on the verge of breaking.
‘Jokes on you, Rarity. The Great and Powerful Trixie never fell for such temptation!’ but she was wrong when the sight before her was… was… indescribable. Wait, did she just see her being indescribable?
Rarity felt a little proud of herself that her suspect was sweating at this point, she can see the slight shade of red on her face, ‘My, my, this was going well as I thought. Let’s turn up the heat!’
Rarity crawled up and her nose met hers, Trixie froze when their noses met. At this point, she should’ve given up since Rarity put on her lipstick but there's something holding her back from resisting. They used the term ‘desire’.
‘I have to admit that Rarity is… pretty… that doesn’t mean I like her that much. That was only a compliment, but her looks are nothing to the Great and Powerful Trixie!’
Trixie turned away while keeping her eyes shut, but deep down, she knew she couldn't get away from this. Even if she thought of trying, she just can’t.
Rarity thought, ‘She’s resisting but not any longer. As much as I’m doing this for the missing boot, a part of me wants her. Well, then, let’s share our desires.’
Rarity grabbed her right cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. Trixie was shocked at the sudden feel of her lips. First, being suspected for something she never did, being leered, and now this. If that wasn’t bad enough, the heat in her face was telling her she needed this. No, she’s not into girls. She’s not into Rarity.
She fought the temptation and shoved her away from her mouth and she stood up with a disgusting look, ‘Your spell was nothing to the Great and Powerful Trixie! She always prevailed!’
Her body language was crystal clear to Rarity, all she needs is to make Trixie accept her desires. So she stood up from the table while keeping her seductive glare, ‘Yes, sure, deny too much. The fact that your body language doesn’t hold you down from this.’
Much to her disbelief, Rarity lifts her dress over her head and she’s now wearing her underwear. Trixie’s eyes widened and her heart was thumping hard. Her slender legs, curve hips, and her big soft breasts being covered by a black lace bra. And a black panty covering her bottom.
She backed away and gulped when Rarity swayed her hips as she followed. She stepped back away from the fashionista. A big part of her likes girls but she refused to come off as a bi, and Rarity used that against her.
She stepped back and back, her emotions were split into two, one wants to embrace her desires while the other says otherwise. But she can’t help it and her feelings say the former option. Her back met the wall behind her, and it’s at this moment that she knew, she’s trapped.
Trixie completely lost her confidence now that Rarity has the upper hand. Rarity herself is no longer doing this for the missing boot, but for herself and Trixie.
She’s just now two inches from Trixie, she can see the slight shaking of her legs and her face is red as Applejack’s apples. She’s getting close, she needs to tame her and she’s all hers.
She ran her fingers over neck and to her chin, Trixie shuddered as the warm fingertips contacted her skin, and the intensity of her desires grew stronger. The more she tried to deny it, the more Rarity using it for her advantage, the stronger her feelings outweighed her denial.
‘Trixie is not gay, Trixie is not gay…’ she turned away again but Rarity held her cheek before she does so.
‘No point of denying now, Trixie,’ Rarity thought as she reached her back for her straps, ‘I have you where I need you. This is my secret weapon, and no one has ever stopped. Well, unfortunately for you, you’re first.’
Trixie went pale, knowing exactly what she’s doing. And the moment she pushed her loose cups away from her breasts, those soft big pillows were in her sights. Now this drove her mad.
Without thought, Trixie clasped Rarity and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. The sensation was something no one can escape, nor wanting to escape. It’s something the two girls longed for, the only thing they never thought is sharing it together.
Rarity pushed her in the wall, mashing her lips with hers. They didn’t want to breathe, only caring for the feel of their lips. Trixie raced her hands over her exposed backside, reaching for her ass and pulled them closer.
Rarity worked her hands to unzip her jacket and let them fall from her torso, to reveal her purple crop top with her cutie mark on the chest part.
Trixie suddenly pushed her away for a quick breather and said, “Wait a minute, what do you want from the Great and Powerful Trixie in the first place?”
Rarity formed a sly smirk and replied, “You know what, darling? It doesn’t matter now. It’s just you and me.”
Trixie wore a smirk of her own and took her top off, she’s also braless. And her breasts are impressively big as Rarity’s. Without a thought, she tackled Rarity to the ground and drilled her lips with all the strength she could muster.
Few minutes later, they rolled over with Rarity now on top, she grudgingly broke apart and began pulling down her skirt to see she's wearing a matching blue panty with stars on it.
****
Few minutes later, both girls are now naked apart from their socks as they heatedly kiss on the cold but refreshing concrete with Trixie now on top. They both moaned as they massaged their breasts, their desires deep inside them burst filled the atmosphere with their long-last lust.
Trixie moved her right hand from Rarity’s breast and for her wet pussy waiting for a finger to make its entrance. When she buried her finger deep, Rarity broke their lip contact with a scream. “FUCK DARLING!”
Trixie quickly mashed her lips to maintain her screams as she thrust her finger a few inches deep and slowly for the first couple of minutes, and then faster and harder.
Rarity screamed in her mouth as she tried to hold their kiss, she then ran her fingers over Trixie’s nipples, even pinching them a little.
Trixie’s body gasped at the sudden pinch of her nipples. She kept her lip lock with Rarity to fight hard against the pain building on her breasts.
Next thing she knew, Rarity pulled her down so they could roll over with the Fashionista now on top, Trixie pulled her finger out and pulled her in for another long kiss. Rarity decided for a little payback and shoved her two fingers deep into Trixie’s clit. The magician screamed her lungs out at the sudden thrust, but her screams were soon neutralized by another contact of Rarity’s lips with hers when Rarity pinned her against the ground.
‘You know what? I considered this case closed,’ Rarity thought as she held Trixie in her embrace.
And Spike who was watching all of this from the dark left corner with his head sticking out from the missing boot. He froze in shock. ‘How long are they’re keeping this up? And why is no one talking?’
The two girls continued kissing and touching each other, never wanting to stop the sensation of their lust, if someone wants them to stop, in their fucking dreams.
This is the moment they’ve been waiting for, a chance to embrace the desires even if it happens to be the two of them.
‘The Great and Powerful Trixie has submitted,’ she slyly smirked at the last part before resuming her lip contact with Rarity.
‘This is how you get your suspect to squeal, even if it’s becoming tempting but who am I to complain?’