"Well, you look a deal happier since I last left you!"

Twilight observed Trixie swaggering into her bedroom, a wide smile on her face. Her mane had once again been brushed out to lenght, and it flowed down her sides. Her frilly outfit also appeared to have been washed and pressed.

"Those spa ponies have magic hooves," Trixie replied, her voice no longer heavy with a combination of irritation and suspicion.

"Indeed they do, but I hope you weren't enjoying your pampering so much that you didn't pay a little attention."

"Attention to what?" Trixie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Twilight climbed up onto her luxurious four poster bed, and spread herself belly down on its silken sheets.

"Attention to them working, because I have your next order of business, I want you to give me a massage."

"What?!" Trixie shrieked. "Why?! You have a bunch of perfectly good masseuses downstairs who are absolute professionals, why would you want me to do it?"

"Because I want my personal servant to massage me," Twilight coo'd, throwing another half lidded gaze in Trixie's direction.

Once again Trixie's cheeks abandoned their usual blue colour for a bright red hue.

"I... but...," Trixie sighed. "There's no point in arguing is there?"

"I don't think so, a massage is supposed to be relaxing!" Twilight giggled.

"Well, its going to be difficult with that bed, it's pretty high up. How am I supposed to reach?"

"Why, you get up here with me of course!"

"...that is NOT how the ponies downstairs did it!" Trixie argued, her blush intensifying at the thought of massaging the princess in her bed.

"Well, we don't have the same equipment in here do we? So up you get!"

With another defeated sigh, Trixie jumped up on the bed beside her princess.

"There are some oils over on the cabinet there," Twilight motioned with a hoof.

"Of course there are..." Trixie groaned.

"Why don't you get yourself into position?" Twilight suggested.

"And what position would that be?"

"Well I think the best position to massage me would be sitting over me wouldn't it?"

"Of... of course it would..."

Trixie raised her back leg and placed it over Twilight, lowering herself onto the small of her back. The princess released a satisfied groan as Trixie placed herself over her.

"Do you have to keep making those noises?" Trixie complained, her voice pained.

"What's the matter Trixie? Feeling a little... distracted?"

"Shut... shut up..." Trixie stuttered, failing to prevent her voice shaking.

"That's no way to speak to your princess Trixie!" Twilight responded in mock anger. "Now get to work before I decide you need to be punished!"

Trixie held no desire to discover what Twilight's 'punishment' would have been, considering her current situation was already a form of mental torture. Twilight's soft, supple body was warm against her thighs, her curvy backside sitting right between her legs.

"Trixie?" Twilight called.

Trixie snapped out of her daze. "Relax I'm working on it!" she snapped back, shaking her head. She gripped one of the bottles of oil in her magic, and levitated it over to her princess. She opened the bottle, and poured some of the thick, sweet smelling substance over her hoof. It dripped down off her hoof and onto the princess's back.

"Ooh!" Twilight exclaimed as the scented liquid reached her skin. "Tingly!"

Trixie could only think of how she also felt tingly, despite there being no lotion on herself. She placed her hoof on Twilight's back, and began to rub the lotion along her, moving her hoof in circles like the spa ponies had done for her. She bit her lip as Twilight hummed in satisfaction to her work, each noise from the princess only making her more excited.

"Don't be afraid to go a little lower," Twilight whispered.

"Yes... princess..."

Trixie shifted her weight down so that she could reach Twilight's backside, and rubbed some more of the lotion into the cheeks and legs.

"Ooh you're better at this than you gave yourself credit for Trixie!"

Trixie only grunted in response and continued her work.

A few moments later, an extremely red-faced trixie spoke up.

"There, satisfied?"

"Hmm, I suppose, for now. It is getting pretty late."

Trixie felt a wave of relief.

"It is! Does that mean I can go now?!"

"Not quite, I have one more thing I want you to do for me tonight."

"What..."

"Well... this bed is awfully big for such a small pony like me, I'd like you to keep me warm in it tonight."

Trixie's jaw dropped. "Your kidding..."

"Nope," Twilight rolled over and grabbed the duvet of the bed, throwing herself under it. "Take that outfit off and get under here with me."

"What... what exactly is it you want me to do?"

"Just what I said, get under the covers with me!"

Once again Trixie found herself shrugging out of the frilly outfit. Nervously, she shuffled underneath the covers beside her princess, who cuddled up to her, wrapping two hooves around her waist.

"P-princess?" Trixie stuttered.

"Yes Trixie?"

"I..." without warning, Trixie suddenly lunged forward, throwing her two hooves around her princess's neck and pulling her into a deep kiss on her lips. Twilight responded with enthusiasm, ecstatic to have arrived at the destination she had hoped for all day. She opened her mouth to allow Trixie's tongue to enter, which wasted no time in seizing the opportunity. Twilight relished the taste of her crush in her mouth, her heart thumping with excitement.

"Well, that took far longer than I thought it would," Twilight panted when the pair eventually parted.

"I knew you were up to something," Trixie responded, equally breathless.

"And you said it wouldn't work."

"It's not very common when I'm wrong about something, but when I am it still turns out well."

Twilight giggled at Trixie's cocky attitude, one of the many things she liked about her.

"I think the rest of your 'sentence' should be quite interesting." Twilight predicted.