Trixie squealed in delight as she felt her climax wash over her, bucking her hips hard enough to feel Rarity’s head smack against the floor beneath her. She arched her back and bit her finger, letting the endorphins flood her mind as she milked every last moment of feeling from Rarity’s horn.

As her orgasm subsided, Trixie fell backwards onto her elbows, Rarity’s horn sliding out of her body with a wet pop. She beamed with satisfaction, looking down at her victim slowly fidgeting on the floor, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see the rest of her captives trapped in their own little worlds of pleasure, her throne, the crystal orb’s pedestal slowly rocking back and forth, the green light glinting off of Rarity’s sweat, the pools of–

… The pedestal rocking back and forth...?

Trixie felt a shiver of panic run down her spine as she looked up just in time to see the pedestal tumble over, the glowing orb atop it rolling off and falling rapidly toward the ground.

“No!” Trixie shouted, throwing all her weight in its direction, but she was too late; With a loud clink the orb hit the ground, rolling slowly away from her.

Trixie’s breath seized in her lungs. It didn’t shatter, which was a good first step. Scrabbling to her feet, she quickly snatched the orb from the ground and turned it over in her hands, inspecting it for any marks or damage.

Trixie breathed a sigh of relief as she determined it had remained perfectly intact. A thin smile crept onto her lips.

Trixie took a step back to admire her handiwork. Rarity hung on the final cross, the tiny pink tentacles poking out of her armor hinting at the terrible truth that lay beneath the garments. She had been tough to break, but not even she had been able to resist in the end.

Trixie gave a wistful sigh as she cupped Rarity’s face with her palm. They could have ruled the world together, she and Rarity… But no. She defied her, and for that, Trixie rewarded her with an eternity of unspeakable pleasure.

It was fitting, though. She had six crosses, after all. It would have been a shame not to use them.

Trixie glanced down the line, seeing all six of her captives at once, each one at the mercy of the creature that had subdued them, each one looking more enraptured than the last.

She’d won.

An unexpected frown found its way to Trixie’s face as she looked down at her watch.

“How is The Great And Powerful Trixie supposed to kill an hour and fifty three minutes?”

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