Comforting the Mare of Magic
Chapter I: Rubbing the nub
"Great,” Twilight yelled at Snips and Snails. "You little buckers managed to chase her away!"
Trixie's figure, who had just failed to chase away the Ursa Major, was disappearing in the night, her cloak wafting after her.
"I'll go comfort her", Twilight called out over her shoulder and galloped after the Mare of Magic.
She found her on a cliff overlooking Ponyville, staring out into the night that lay over the Everfree Forest.
There was no doubt she was crying.
Trixie’s chest was heaving and falling in heavy contractions. Then, those subsided, and Trixie sat there totally motionless, her eyes still closed, her head bent towards. Twilight simply looked at her. After a few minutes, she realised that Trixie was crying. It was not a loud kind of crying; it was very subtle, and the small trickle of tears was not discernible among the rain that was swirling in the air, but still, Twilight realised that this was Trixie’s way of crying. She had never seen Trixie cry before.
Twilight didn’t know what to do. She wanted to comfort Trixie, but she didn’t know how; so she just sat and watched and waited if Trixie would stop.
But Trixie didn’t stop. In her quiet, subdued way, that was so different from her usual loud and obnoxious self, she continued crying.
Twilight got up and slowly approached her. Something had flicked a switch in her mind; she felt the compulsion to share her love with this sad, sad pony. She went up to Trixie and slowly, gently, laid her head on Trixie’s shoulder.
Trixie’s eyes opened in surprise, but she didn’t say anything; neither did she do anything to push Twilight away. She just shivered slightly at the unexpected touch, before staring on into the night. Yet Twilight could tell that Trixie wasn’t unaffected. Trixie’s breath had become too calm, too deep, too regular; she was trying to overcompensate something.
Twilight felt how their bodies exchanged warmth where they touched. She, too, breathed deeply, consciously; something about this felt just right. A while, they stayed like this, motionless, fur against fur, with Twilight standing behind Trixie, and as they did so, their breathing seemed to sync up. Twilight pressed herself closer against Trixie’s back. Immediately, she felt her own heartbeat amplified tenfold.
Trixie’s ear flicked; but she let it happen. Her breathing accelerated slightly, and so did Twilight’s. It was as though they were becoming one. Twilight was soon unable to tell whether it was her or Trixie that was responsible for the deeply felt lifting and lowering of their chests.
Twilight, who felt so courageous, put a hoof in front of Trixie, effectively embracing her. She pulled herself even closer; now, they were incredibly tightly linked. Then, slightly lowering her eyelids, a faint outline of red appearing on her cheeks, Twilight lightly licked Trixie’s eyes from behind. Trixie’s breathing grew faster. After a few moments, Twilight started to bite Trixie’s ears, very, very lightly. She wasn’t sure what had made her do this, but for some reason, she wanted to take her affection a bit further. Trixie gave a very low sigh that was as much irritated as it was, Twilight was sure of it, welcoming. Then she exhaled, slowly and very deliberately.
Trixie’s ears were soft and floppy and as warm as the rest of her body. Twilight made sure not to hurt her, but exert just the right amount of pressure. She felt herself getting excited herself, now; there was no denying it. For some reason, she savoured the taste of Trixie’s ear, even though objectively speaking, it actually tasted like nothing in particular.
Twilight pressed herself harder against Trixie. Effectively, she suddenly realised, she was straddling her now; involuntarily, she let off, then pressed again, and fell into a grinding motion that felt just right. Trixie shivered and bit her underlip to keep quiet, but again, she let it happen, skewing her head to drain some of the tension. The tension was indeed quite electric; Twilight felt excited right now, and she knew that Trixie did, too. She bit her ear harder, and this time, Trixie’s low moan turned into an angry hiss.
At this point, that only spurred on Twilight. “You know what I like about you right now, Trixie? That you’re keeping your mouth shut for a change...”
Trixie gave an angry howl. Twilight slowly let go of Trixie’s ear and moved her head further down Trixie’s. Her hooves now enveloped Trixie’s body completely from behind, and their embrace was airtight. Twilight gave the mare a soft kiss on the cheeks. Her cheeks tasted strangely sweet. Trixie drooped her eyelids, her breathing slowly becoming more erratic.
A moment they rested like this, looking out over the nocturnal Everfree Forest. Twixie puffed.
Twilight moved to the front and pinned her hooves on Trixie’s chest, gently pushing her down towards the ground. Trixie looked at her.
To be continued...
Twilight huffed and panted. There was something incredibly hot about the position she found herself in; on top of Trixie; interlocked with her fiercest rival yet. There could be only one, it bolted through her head, only one to win in this merciless fight for pleasure. And she was going to make sure that it was her who would win. That it would be her to gain all the satisfaction, while leaving her rival helplessly writhing under her touch, exploited, with Twilight taking everything she wanted from her and leaving nothing for Trixie.
It was a power play, and it was all or nothing. An all-in battle of lust.
Twilight bit down hard on Trixie's nape, and the mare of magic ejaculated a loud, painful cry. In this compromising position, tightly straddled atop Trixie's body, Twilight started to squirm a bit, savouring the feel of Trixie's sleek fur against every part of her body. She ground back and forth, very slowly and forcefully at first, heaving and lowering her body whilst pushing it forward against Trixie's. But as she kept holding Trixie down, her hoofs atop the blue mare's, she got faster, swifter, and soon found a smooth rhythm of movement. Trixie responded in stride, apparently involuntarily, by countering Twilight's moves. When Twilight forced herself forward, Trixie pressed back; when Twilight forced herself down, Trixie pressed up.
So their game continued for a while, a back and forth of increasing intensity. Their huffing and panting, imperceptible and first, quickly grew louder and louder, until everything around them was a crescendo of barely muffled lustful breaths. And in spite of their initial regularity, their breathing soon became very erratic and frantic.
Trixie exhaled forcefully, her horn sending off a thin shower of bluish sparkles. She closed her eyes and chuckled to the extent that was at all possible amongst her huffing.
"Sparkle," she managed to say. "Getting... getting wet... are we? I can feel it on my ... on my fur..."
Twilight pressed down harder on her, in the process biting herself on the lips, too, searching desperately for a means to divert all that pent-up lust inside of her. She laughed breathily. "You like that, don't you?"
Now it was Trixie's turn to groan-laugh. "I didn't -- didn't start this. Are you sure that we ... I don't think we should..."
"I don't care what you think," Twilight grunted and ground harder. "Shut up."
Twilight kept her left hoof pinned over Trixie's, but when she felt Trixie give in, she decided to become a little more adventurous with her right hoof. She tentatively put it in Trixie's face, finding her muzzle, and probed at her mouth; Trixie, her jaw slack, her mouth already half-open, willingly accepted the hoof inside. It fit in easily. For a moment, they stayed like this.
Then Trixie started to gently suck on the sensitive hoof, which was a welcome feeling to Twilight; the comfy warmth of the mare's mouth did its part, too. Trixie salivated until the fur on Twilight's hoof was completely soaked, while Twilight took a break from any movement so as to catch her breath. Her heart was palpitating wildly; she knew this was improper, this was naughty, but the thought of what they were doing excited her to no end. Yes, now she was finally going to show Trixie who the real mare of magic was! That Trixie was heartbroken and thus exploitable at this point only spurred her on. Guilt has no place in pleasure.
Twilight looked down at Trixie. "For once," she managed to say between her puffs, "for once, that big mouth of yours is good for something, Trixie..."
Trixie whimpered in response. Her mouth was still opening and closing, first tightening, then loosening, then tightening again around Twilight's hoof. But Twilight was growing impatient. When she was sure that Trixie would not try to resist and throw her off, she let go of her other hoof. She was now sprawled tummy-down over Trixie's back. Clumsily, she pulled back her right hoof from Trixie's mouth and retracted it over her face, leaving a thick trail of Trixie's own saliva behind.
Below her, Twilight caught Trixie's vividly purple gaze. She returned the look and met Trixie's eyes; they were wide and anxious, anticipatory, in a sense. Yes, Trixie's gaze was as questioning as it was waiting. Both were perfectly still at this point.
After a moment, Twilight slowly grabbed Trixie's hoof and led it to her mouth. She opened it, and ever so slightly, just with the tip of the tongue, caressed the hoof's underneath. Without breaking eye contact, she gave it a long, drawn-out lick. Twixie couldn't contain a moan, and her eyelids drooped in involuntary pleasure. Yet she, too, did not break eye contact with Twilight; she understood that Twilight was doing her a favor, and wanted it to be understood as such.
Trixie's hoof tasted like the soft grass underneath them. But there were other tastes on it, too, Twilight quickly realised. All too easily identifiable tastes. She smirked at Trixie, who blushed and turned a deep shade of scarlet.
Then Twilight's small favor was over. She took Trixie's hoof out of her mouth and let go of it; it dropped limply to the ground. Trixie complained with a soft moan, but Twilight hushed her and lead her own hoof to her face. She wanted something from Trixie now, and all she had to do to get it was idly point at her own mouth - or so she thought.
Trixie jerked upward, her tongue lunging into Twilight's unsuspecting mouth. Surprised at the force of the intruding tongue, Twilight struggled to accommodate it: Trixie's hot tongue was violently curious, probing around every corner of Twilight's mouth, and incredibly eager, as much with pent-up rivalry as with excitement. Twilight tried to use her own tongue to fight back, and when they made contact, a violent shiver ran through both of her bodies. Twilight's stated purpose was to tame the all-too gung-ho invader in her mouth, but that proved difficult. She helplessly tried to put a hoof between their mouths, to get a bit of distance, but to no avail; too fierce, too greedy was Trixie's hunger.
They started to roll around in the grass, their mouths still interlocked, Twilight hoofs wrapped around Trixie's face to keep it close. For a moment, she wondered where Trixie's hooves were, but not for long. She flinched when she felt them probing around her nether regions.
"No," she muttered, barely discernible through her thick breathing. Removing a hoof from Trixie's head, she led it down her own body, clumsily poking around to try and fend off Trixie's. Trixie's brilliantly purple eyes lit up.
"Turning the tables, aren't we, Sparkle?" she hissed during a break from kissing. Twilight suddenly realised that she had somehow, during their tussle, ended up below Trixie, who was now on top. "Nnnnn-uh", she moaned angrily.
"Pardon, what -- was that?" Trixie sneered, her breathing laborious and excited. "Can't... can't hear you through all your... your ... lechery."
"Whipping -- whipping out the big words now -- are we, Trixie?"
"Oh Sparkle, that's so cute," Trixie exhaled, a drip of sweat on her forehead. "I really had no idea you'd be such a corrupted whore."
She was still probing around Twilight's nether regions, and Twilight tried to fend her off; but her defensive efforts became weaker and weaker. Trixie smirked as she made contact with Twilight's teats, gently rubbing them. Involuntarily, Twilight gave a jerk when the hard hoofs made contact with her sensitive, hard nipples.
"My, my," Trixie whispered. "Somepony's excited." She rubbed harder, and Twilight couldn't contain a small scream; too intense was the feeling against her most responsive teats. Trixie started to move her hoof about in a circular motion, soon over the one mound, soon over the other, effective kneading them.
"Ah." Twilight bit down hard on her lip, which Trixie acknowledged with another sneer. She leaned in to whisper something in Twilight's ear.
"You know, Sparkle, it's cute, really. I always thought you were a virgin. Had no idea - that you could - hold a candle to me when it comes to sheer assertiveness -"
"Conceited bitch," Twilight managed to groan in between moans of pleasure.
"Now, now." Trixie puffed out something akin to a chuckle. "Your body is telling otherwise, Sparkle. Your body finds me very likeable, it appears..."
Trixie suddenly stopped rubbing, a challenging glare appearing on her face. She used her free hoof to silence Twilight, who whimpered in protest; as much at the gagging as at the sudden lack of rubbing. Twilight's eyes grew wide. For a moment, they looked at each other.
"I've stopped rubbing, haven't I?" Trixie asked maliciously.
Twilight nodded and mumbled something indistinct into Trixie's hoof.
"You don't like me stopping, do you?"
Twilight gave up on trying to say something and slowly shook her head.
"Do you want me to continue?"
"Mpf," made Twilight, and after a moment of glaring hesitation, she eagerly bobbed her head up and down. There was no mistaking what she meant to say: yes, yes, yes, a hundred kinds of yes.
But Trixie wasn't having it. A spiteful grin spread over her face. Just to tease Twilight, she lightly touched the unicorn's engorged, moist nether lip. A convulsive jerk ran through Twilight's entire body, and her eyes were wide with something akin to supplication. But Trixie quickly pulled back her hoof and guided it to her mouth; ever so slightly tasting it. A curious smile spread over her face. "Cotton candy," she said amiably. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" And she mildly looked down at the willing mare so lewdly exposed below her.
"God, you're so needy, Sparkle," she reproached with a thin smirk. "Did you like it when I touched you down there?"
Again, Twilight whimpered a yes. Her gaze was full with need and yearning, but Trixie just sneered. Then, she quickly became serious again and gave Twilight, now fully at her mercy, a long, hard look.
"If you want more of that, Sparkle," she breathed, "you'll have to do something for me first."
She slowly pointed towards her forehead, where her obscenely large, blue horn stood resplendent. A malicious grin spread over her face.
"Suck it, Sparkle."
To be continued...
Welcome back. I hope you liked this chapter. Eventually, I'll probably collapse chapter one and two into a single chapter, for convenience's sake... if you know what I mean, nudge nudge wink wink.
Edit: lesson learnt: always make a new story for exposure. Hmm. Maybe I should abandon this one due to lack of interest....we'll see.
