Author's Notes:

Sorry to say that this hasn't quite been passed over by my editor just yet, but I felt I've teased this chapter long enough, and because it is a bonus chapter I can always fix it up later. Hope you enjoy (and that my grammar isn't so horrid that this is far past unreadable.)

Twilight kept her edge.

She should have lost it on multiple occasions by now. When her eyes had dashed across every corner while she walked the halls. When she barely suppressed her reflexive twitches as the shadows crept closer. When the swirling, subtle energy in her palm, stayed volatile by her ever draining mental focus. When Celestia had seen fit to rest the sun away after the days tribulations. When she had locked herself within the confines of her own room, sweet silence whispering promises of what every muscle in her body was tensing for. She should have lost it, or at least walked away from her dance with paranoia as her friends assured her of her safety.

But she didn't lose her edge.

How could she, when her whole body ached to remind her? The pain was an ally; it kept her senses sharp as time worked to erode them. Every second ticking by would have made her more tired, until she was complacent in her safety. But the constant, dull reminders that riddled her body cut through the haze of fatigue, and allowed her to keep focus.

Even still, she grew impatient. She was unmoving, but she wasn't idle. The effort would take its toll, regardless of the strength her mind held. Someone should have seen her by now, she knew she wasn't mistaken in her calculations. It had been two weeks of peace, not even the universe, which had seemed to conspire against her, had seen fit to break the solitude in those days. A uneventful monotony of studying, paperwork, and small meetings with her friends. experience told her that such things were never meant to last in the walls of the university. Such times where simply heralds for greater storms.

Twilight’s hand found it’s way to her neck again. She rubbed at bite mark that lay open on her nape. The act became something of a nervous habit. Even when she was sure that her enemy was no where to be found, her neck burned, making Twilight uneasy. Trixie Lulamoon was a crafty pony, she could have popped up early from her distant show, returned and ambushed her when she was off her guard.

After four months, Trixie and Twilight were still at ends with one another. It didn't matter that their fights would end in passionate sex, they were still battles between the two, both fighting for a definite victor. Trixie lacked her raw power, but was a prominent threat, regardless. She was clever, cruel, and shameless in her tactics. She would do whatever necessary to have the purple, little alicorn under her hand to suffer her ire.

Her scars served as tutors. Every small wound a piece of history that let her understand the devious mind of Trixie a little better. She knew in both mind and body that Trixie would come for her on the night of her return, the black hunger that desired to see Twilight defeated was too strong for Trixie to resist. She would be ready to answer in kind, to face down Trixie when she appeared.

She shivered, feeling all too often the eyes on her back, malicious intent caressing her skin like that of a lover. Trixie was close, so close, too close. She wanted to spring up and unload her tension into a powerful blast that would fell her enemy, but she had to wait. She couldn't discern the difference between the shadows that plagued her mind, and the real evil that lurked within them until the last second.

She couldn't do this. She wouldn’t do this. She wanted to wait no longer. It wasn't a matter of if, but when, so why play this sick game? Another tactic of Trixie to get at her? she wouldn't let her get away with it.

“TRIXIE!” Twilight jumped up from her chair, knocking her books and pens to the side. “I’m tired of waiting. I know you’re here, so come out and show yourself!”

The darkness that bared her eyes held no immediate answers. Twilight noticing seconds too late that her candles had been snuffed, the meager starlight left as her only means of to stave off utter blindness.

Without so much as the pitter patter of Spike’s little claws, the room was deafeningly silent. The only sound was her own heart, pounding away in her ears. She was even painfully aware of how loud her breath was, wishing profusely that she could quite it. But she knew Trixie was here, she only needed to wait.

"Darn it, Trixie," Twilight swore under her breath. "Just come out and attack me already..."

“...Suit yourself, Sparkle.”

The breath that tickled her ear was her only warning before searing energy blasted her spine. Twilight lost all sense of orientation as she left a purple streak through the air, only stopping her momentum when she crashed up against her shelves. Books and wood came falling down, burying her underneath.

She blasted back in a blaze of light and magic. Her hand poised to attack, but eyes lacking a target.

“Over here-”

She reacted to the words, but her swipe found nothing but air. It didn't take long for her to adjust as she kicked behind her, and found solid resistance at the side of Trixie's ribs. The showmare was pushed back a bit, before re-aligning and standing back up.

Twilight ran at her, using a blast of magic to serve as buffer for her rush. Trixie deflected the blow of magic, leaving herself open for the physical charge. A strong punch across found Trixies mouth, but the next blow was stopped short as her wrist was snagged. She didn't waste time asking questions. She raised her foot to deliver a kick instead, but found the limb unresponsive. She only just found out that her hand was trapped in magical snare as air left her lungs, a strong punch to her abdominal robbing her of the ability to breath.

She charged her horn. The bindings of teleportation crafted themselves in her head, but she went no where as she released her spell. What she felt next was her magic leaving her as the cold metal of a inhibitor ring found the base of her horn. She thrashed, finding the rest of her limbs bound in magical snares. Even her wings lacked the room to spasm.

Left with nothing more than a defiant glare, that was more out of reflex than conviction, Twilight met the eyes of her attacker.

“Ambushing me in the middle of the night, setting up snares before hand, putting a inhibitor ring on my horn. I got to admit, this is low, even for you, Trixie.”

Trixie stood across from twilight, leering with the contemptuous joy of victory despite the blood trickling down her face. She licked it away, not even seeming to care if she was in any pain.

“Your snarl is cute, Sparkle. But your anger is completely misplaced. I simply wanted to drop by and say hello, see if you missed me after all this time away.”

“Hello. I didn't miss you. Now go away.” said Twilight dryly.

“Really? You seemed so anxious to see me throughout the day. You were so adorable, running around trying to find me.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Do I even need to mention how creepy you watching me all day is?”

“You know what they say about friends and enemies, and which ones you need to keep closer in the end.”

Twilight felt a blush bloom on her cheeks as Trixie’s hands made to undo her clothing. Magic tickling her skin as a telekinetic grasp pulled away her suit pants and underwear.

Trixie's horn cascaded light down her form, giving Twilight a pleasing show of naked curves barely teasing out of the shadows. Twilight was undressed in moments, and Trixie stepped back to circle around her captive.

Trixie’s gaze was hungry, primal, intense. It seemed to cut through everything, leaving a truly naked Twilight before her eyes. Stripped of clothing, secrets, and innermost thoughts, there was nothing she could hide. Twilight felt herself wither under the stare, but she kept the defiance strong in her voice, and burning in her eyes. Even when bound and beaten, she wouldn't let Trixie win.

Trixie ended her inspection, face to face with Twilight. The smile left her mouth, but still could be seen twinkling within her eyes. “Your hurt.”

“Tends to happen when someone blasts you in your back.”

“Thats new. These little scars all over your body,” Trixie ran a hand over the torso of Twilight's body. “These are old, I even seem to remember giving you them during our last encounter before I left.”

“I still have other problems to deal with you know. You're not the only one with a ego so big they think the own the world, and are willing to prove it.”

“Liar. I remember very well to what I do to my little pet Sparkle. This is my handy work.”

“I’m not your pet!” Twilight yelled, infusing her voice with the little power she could muster.

“Are you not? Then explain to me Twilight, tell me why it is that despite the amazing healing magic I know you have at your disposal, your hurt all over.”

“They're not big scars, they're hardly noticeable even without my clothing on. Its not a big deal. They’ll heal on their own naturally.”

“Fair enough. But then you have another thing to explain,” Trixie took a hold of Twilights hair, tugging it so that Twilights neck lay bare on its side.

“You haven't healed the bite mark I put on your neck.” Twilight shivered as breath danced along her old wound. Trixie’s voice came out as husky as it was curious. “Why is that?”

Twilight felt herself averting her eyes to the side. She stuck to silence, not wanting her voice to betray her. Trixie ran her nails along the soft flesh of Twilight's stomach, forcing out little mewls of discomfort.

“Do you need a reminder?” Trixie Continued. “Is what I do to you not memorable enough without some mark to parade around like a shameless, little whore?”

Trixie gripped the side of Twilight's cheeks, her breath ran down a purple ear. “Do you like letting others know that you’re my slutty little Sparkle?” Twilight flushed as Trixie's naked body pressed up against her, she could hear the moan in Trixie’s voice.

She willed the conviction stayed strong in her voice. “My body is my own. What I do with it is none of your business.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Her finger ran circles around the tip of Twilight’s nipple, pressing harder as the tip rose against the movement. “But it’s that honesty of yours that I love about you.”

Trixie stepped back, Twilight thankful that she could now breathe air that wasn't heady with Trixie’s dizzying scent. “I can only assume that my little pet Sparkle hasn't been taking proper care of herself, and that she needs me to do such things for her.”

"You want to heal me rather than hurt me more? Trixie, what's gotten into you?"

“I always want to hurt you, Sparkle. But I think this time I’ll be the one to tend to your wounds.”

As her horn lit up, so to did her tongue in tandem, mouth buzzing with the low hum of magic.

“Is that an ancient healing ritual?” Twilight asked. “How long did it take you to even find that spell, let alone learn it?”

“You’re not the only one who actually uses the university's library. Now be a good girl and relax,” She let her teeth show as her smile reached the corners of her eyes. “You're going to enjoy this.”

Twilight groaned as the tongue made contact, the gentle flowing of magic making its way through the skin, and seeping into the muscles underneath. Trixie traveled up the fresh scars her nails had made, and watched with satisfied interest as the wounds quickly closed, healing completely.

Twilight stayed as still as her body would allow, But she was unused to Trixie being so delicate without an immediate follow up of pain. She jerked under the licks, a perverse sense of pleasure spreading around as she was indulged in a completely primal method of bathing. She could feel magic and wetness trail over every inch of herself. Trixie, meticulous in her care, didn't neglect anything.

Twilight wanted to cross her legs against her bindings. The magic felt invasive, and left her smothered in a serene warmth of pleasure that was almost neurotic in its buzzing. She was only dimly aware of the pain melting away from her body as her muscles let go of their tension against her will.

“T-Trixie.” Twilight slurred.

“Hush, little pet. Let the Great and Benevolent Trixie take care of you.”

Trixie now raised herself up to Twilights breast, nipples standing on end, awaiting their own attentions. Twilight’s chest heaved as Trixie suckled at the succulent tit flesh, lazy, purposeful strokes mixing with the electrical stimulation from magic. It was good, insanely so, but Twilight was still waiting for it, that habitual cruelty that Trixie always displayed within the heat of passion, It never failed to make itself known. And yet after long moments, it never came.

The licks stop short of her neck, Twilight could feel Trixie’s sight bare down into her scar. “I’m still very curious about why you’ve kept this. Are you in more talkative mood?”

She had to fight to keep the words contained, but Twilight held true to her silence.

“That won't do, Sparkle, I want to hear an answer.”

There it was, the sadism and cruelty.

Nail met sensitive flesh as Trixie flicked her finger over the aroused button of Twilight’s Flower. Twilight barely bit back a confused yelp as the pain ran sharp, leaving a hollow ring to echo within her loins. Twilight was fearful, but kept to her silence. Anticipation growing within her as she counted the beats before another one came.

Flick.

There It was again. The same sharp pain before leaving a shallow sting that could be felt by her whole body. A half moan, half cry escaped her. Twilight was now quivering as her legs started to weaken. She still held her tongue, and told herself she did so out of conviction rather than anything else.

It wasn't a flick the next time, but a quick spank with the flat of Trixie’s fingers over the whole of Twilights pink flesh, wetness splashing everywhere with a reverberating smack. Trixie bit her lip as Twilight wiggled against her bindings, slowly parting her legs and sticking her hips further forward.

Her spine arched as two smacks came with little pause. Twilight wasn't able to hold back her gleeful moans this time, she could barely make out the rhythmic drips of her wet marehood over her voice, complimented with the slightly off timed beats of Trixies own arousal. A lull in the moment, Trixie let her fingers tickle the parted, abused lips of Twilight.

“Is this what you wanted?” Trixie asked. She slapped her hands around Twilights perfect rear, kneading the plump flesh. She gripped the flanks to help grind their clits against one another, Trixie thrusting her hips as if fucking the mare before her, jolts of pleasure sparking up their spines. “Me abusing you like a two bit whore, is this why you keep that mark on your neck? Because you want me to fuck you like the slut you are?”

The fever grew in her voice as Trixie rambled on. Both of them were short of breath, panting hard as Trixie spanked her rear. Despite the headstart, Trixie sounded as if she was the one about to cum. She broke the grinding, giving three good slaps on wet flesh for good measure. Twilight was left winking as her body begged for another.

She nearly nuzzled into Twilights neck, tongue threatening to rake across the bite mark. “Tell me why Twilight, I want to hear you say it, I need to hear you say it!”

Twilight couldn't keep the desperation out of her voice, it was almost a pathetic sob, but she had no pride to protect at the moment. “T-Trixie...Please, dont...dont make me say it.”

“Wrong answer.” Trixie licked, magic piercing into Twilights throat, fueling her whispering cries. Twilights whole body quivered, she was so close to a body wracking orgasm, her whole core shook in anticipation for it. But the licking wouldn't be enough, she needed to feel teeth, she needed Trixie to be the cruel, unrelenting, remorseless pony she knew she was. She needed only the pain that Trixie could bring her. But it never came.

She whimpered, begging for it with every octave in her voice, pushed her neck into it. She wanted it, she wanted it more than she wanted to breath. But it never came.

“All healed up, Sparkle," Trixie started to back away. “I suppose I should stop myself for today, wouldn't want to hurt you again after I just got you all prettied up.” After planting a kiss on Twilights horn, Trixie started to saunter away.

Twilight screamed, Inhibitor and snares breaking under the wrath of her magic. Purple and white light slaying the shadows of the night, unable to manifest under her glorious fury. Trixie barely had time to be surprised before a purple mass of angry alicorn tackled her to the ground, pinning her to the hardwood floor by the shoulders.

“Damn you Trixie! Damn you for being the sadistic bitch you are! You know what I want, why must I say it, why do you want to make me say it!” Her voice whinnied, cracking as anger and arousal fought for dominance in her tone.

Twilights body still ached all over, it was a trivial matter for Trixie to reverse the position, placing Twilight underneath her.

“Because I want to know that you want it!” She started, voice no less crazed than the panting alicorn. “I want you to completely submit, to hear you admit your defeat. I won't give it to you until I hear you say you want it from your own lips!”

Twilight hesitated, eyes darting around the room as if the resolution to her problem was simply at a corner out of reach. When she finally found her words, the truth had felt awkward on her tongue. She was barely able to manage a whisper, but it was enough to pierce the silence of the room.

“...I kept the scars, because I love it…”

“Love what?” Trixie asked, voice mirroring Twilights low volume and heavy pants. “Love the pain I give you? Love the way I hurt you? What kind of sane pony would even think that?”

“Yes, yes... You hurt me, but you hurt me so good.” Twilight purred.

“And what do you want me to do about that then?”

“I…” Twilight swallowed, but the still burning need within pushed her to continue. “I want you to dominate me, to put me in my place. I want you to show your slutty little Sparkle that she's no match for the Great and Powerful Trixie. I want you to mark me, so that every second I draw breath I remember who owns me.”

Trixie went slack, almost falling on top of Twilight. She bit her finger to suppress the noises emanating from her. Submission was always the hottest thing Twilight could ever do for her, it turned her from an aroused mare, to a bitch in heat, driving her wild with lust.

Twilight craned her neck, exposing it completely for Trixie.

“Please.” she murmured.

“Why my little Sparkle, all you had to do was ask.” Trixie smiled with heartfelt joy, then bit down with a vengeance.

The screams from Twilight where shrill, guttural, and agonized, slowly melding it to a shameless moan. Twilight clawed her fingers into Trixie’s mane as she repeated the name of the mare that brought her pleasure. Trixie moaned into the bite, feeling a tidal wave crash over her. It was everything Trixie ever wanted, she felt ready to cum from the moment alone.

"I-I've been waiting for y-you to do that for t-two weeks." Twilight Rasped.

Trixie licked away the blood from her teeth. "My slutty little Sparkle, what I’m going to do to you tonight will make you regret those words."

Trixie grazed her tongue across the fresh bite, healing the scar. The lick left Twilight dizzy, arching her spine as a heavy bliss smothered her senses. She had enough of her mind to whine about her precious, new mark being healed away.

Twilights senses snapped back to her as another bite came. But this felt harder, harsher. She realised in the back of her lust addled mind that Trixie's healing had made her neck more sensitive. She strained, body seizing as she tried to give more of her neck. Trixie started her licking again, fingers finding twilights entrance and leaving a tickling pleasure.

When teeth found flesh again, it was mixed with the maddening sensation of g-spot stimulation, the sensitive mound of Twilights upper walls were ravaged with the same vigor of her nape. Twilight was left with no air to scream, and only found her breath again when the biting had receded back into licks. Even once she regained her voice, it was used to mutter sweet nothings in Trixie's name.

Trixie herself was descending into madness, twitching while Twilight broke down into hysteria. Trixie loved to have twilight underneath her, cherished the moans that carried her name, basked in the complete submission that her life long rival presented her with. Twilight loved her for the monster she was, wanted the pain only she could give, and that in of itself made Trixie flow over with ecstasy.

Trixie at some point noticed that her arm was drenched, and that Twilight’s eyes were fluttering as she came again, fingers still sending her into rapture. Trixie didn't care that she lost track of how many times she bit and licked, all that mattered is that she wanted to do it more.

She spanked Twilight's nethers, making sure to catch her clit in the slap. Twilight jumped back into focus, giving that oh so delicious look of confused anguish and pleasure.

“Wake up you Slut, I want you to use that mouth of yours before I fuck you senseless.”

Trixie slided back and spread her legs open, dragging Twilight's head down forcefully. “Do a good job, and maybe I’ll fuck you like the whore you are.”

Twilight was too blissed out to be anything but compliant. She sloppily lolled her tongue out into the waiting pussy of Trixie. She normally had faith that her tongue would be enough, but lacking the mind for any graceful movements, Twilight devised a delightfully perverted idea. she slid her head down further, and found her new target, the awaiting rosebud.

“OH SPARKLE! YOU NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY BITCH!”

Trixies weakness was her ass, Twilights favorite punishment was to pound away with her magical endowment while she spanked Trixie into a slobbering mess. For the first time, her tongue was squirming within the inner cavern, and the new sensations were proving to drive Trixie to a mind shattering end.

Trixie maliciously tugged on Twilight's mane as she dribbled out of her marehood with a torrent of girl cum. Despite its complete neglection it dripped and winked rampantly, her body mirroring her marehood in its state of euphoria. The purple alicorn could tell Trixie was trying her hardest to deliver cruel words of sexual encouragement, but was robbed of the ability as she squirted violently all over. Twilight always enjoyed her victories, even if they were little, so she strengthened her efforts, now thrusting in and out as arousal poured down onto her head.

The wetness slithering around her forbidden hole bypassed even the need to breathe. Trixie couldn't help but squirm as her whole body felt wonderously violated by the prodding, amazed and turned on even more by the fact her Sluttly little pet would induldge in such a taboo, even if she did keep her anus immaculately clean for ever such an occasion.

By the time Twilight was pulled away, she had already drowned in cum, hair sticking to the sides of her face with the scent of Trixie making her drowsy all over again. She would have felt pathetic, if not for Trixies still vibrating form, every breath coming out of her a strident whine as climax ran through her. Her eyes focused on Twilight long before she could speak with words again. They carried the same, strange, look of a mare who was trying to figure out rather she wanted to beat down, or make love to the pony in front of her.

In Twilight’s experience, it had always been both.

She knew what was coming next, so when Trixie let her head fall to the floor, Twilight wasted no time squirming around to present her flank. Pristine, perfect, pony rump, sheathed in a gleam of arousal and sweat, swayed enticingly through the air. Marehood winking between the soft cheeks, ready and wanting for what was to come. Trixie stumbled through the incantation required to craft a magical endowment to match her own blinding heat. When it finally came to creation, it was already twitching in time with her breaths, veins bulging and flesh bursting with enough energy to be no different from a ravenous stallion.

Twilight was left to guess at its length, only able to hear the magic fizzing itself together in her state of prostration. Her first hint came when the flared tip rubbed itself on her entrance. So big in its girth that Twilight could make out every anatomical detail of the head in great detail, even past the electric joy the friction left.

Fear for the unknown came when Trixie slid her length under the tuff of her pelvis, throbbing cock flesh heating her all the way to her belly button. Yet she was unable to feel Trixies stomach against her rear, signalling that there was an unknown length yet to go. Trixie kept her teasing going for a few more thrust, enjoying the way Twilight’s body pleaded for her to penetrate.

Finally, the tip started to push its way in. Trixie slowly increased the pressure of her hips against the breaking resistance of flesh that was not fully ready to accommodate. The overflow of fluids made sure the tension didn't last long, and Trixie made her way in. There was a wet pop, overshadowed by the cries of the two mares as the head entered ever so slightly. So little flesh had made its way past the threshold, and already the two were spasming on the edge.

Twilight regained her breath in time to feel thick girth inching its way in. So massive was it in size that Twilight would have feared literal impalement, if she didn't welcome the sweet pain-turned-pleasure brought along by the fierce stretching. Her inner walls reported every detail of the phallic texture invading her bit by bit. Her hips bucked back in reflex when she felt a twitch inside of her, moan accompanying the newly gained distance every time.

Nails dug into Twilight's cutie marks, and her ears twitched towards the labored grunts. When Twilight chanced a look behind her, Trixie was a delirious mess. Eyes rolled back, neck hanging weightlessly as her lips mouthed the words ‘So tight.’ like a silent mantra. Twilight felt her heart flutter, knowing that she still had such a strong effect over the mare. She bumped her rump more, and Trixies hips jerked forward in a way that made Twilight almost regret her teasing.

Trixie came down from her insanity once her hilt had finally found its way in. Two mares sweating, mumbling, and cumming from the simple act of entry. Twilight wasn't even sure she could go on, but the decision was robbed from her once Trixie had withdrawn herself just as slowly as she came in. Velvet inner folds clenched down, trying to tug the retreating member back in. Twilight feeling hopelessly empty as more length left her.

Twilight did not receive the hard thrust her body had futile tensed for. Instead, Trixie pumped languidly, like that of a sensual lover, delivering pleasure with soft, masterful motions. Twilight could feel the whole body of Trixie twist as the cock rocked her too and fro. It was amazing, and made her vocalize a song of approval, moans a continuous hum through the air. But it wasn't what she wanted.

“Isnt this nice...Hnfh...Sparkle?” Trixie grunted out.

Twilight managed to pull enough of her mind together to form words, and after several failed attempts to speak rather than moan, her voice finally obliged her will. If only barely.

“Trixie… Pleaaase…. Moooooore.”

“What... You d-dont… Like me making love to you like a good girl?

Twilight forced herself to reply, the blatant, eager, purr in her voice betraying her words. “Noooo….hnng… Not enough.”

Trixie’s voice was slow, deliberate, every syllable reminding Twilight of the gentle rutting she was receiving.

“Then tell me Sparkle, and do it in detail...what exactly do you want from me?”

Again she would be forced to say it, this time with a dick working her over and a moan in her voice. Even after everything that had happened tonight, she would still be forced to beg like a dog. Trixie’s sadism really knew no end.

Twilight almost hated how much it made her wet.

Almost.

“P-Pull my hair! Claw at me a-all over! F…. Fuck me raw! Hard, fast, and raw! A-And dont stop, Oh please T-Trixie, just don’t stop!” Twilight whined out every word, just confessing her desires sent micro orgasm cascading down her spine.

All she heard in confirmation was a long, wistful sigh, that seemed to play out forever in the silence.

“You make it so hard to hate you, Sparkle. You really, really do,” Trixie sang, before nipping at the ears of the shuddering, lavender alicorn. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for fucking you like I hate you.”

Twilight had all the signs to prepare. Trixie biting down on a mass of her hair, to tug with her teeth. The shift of her body weight as she pulled her member all the way back. The maniacal grin plastered on Trixie that nearly stretched her face as she poised to rocket in.

Yet the first orgasm still hit her hard, and out of no where, as Trixie Lulamoon’s full erection crashed into her.

“HAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNFGFFFF!”

The very world went white. Time didn't so much as lose meaning, as it simply failed to exist. Her eyes did not perceive anything about the world around her. Her brain had shut down, handing direct control to the bundles of nerves shooting a white inferno through her loins to her body. The only things she could comprehend were the only things that mattered. Trixie’s Teeth tugging her hair, endorphins dancing from her scalp to the tips of her spine. Nails edging into her body, stimulation screaming from the scratches. And a big, huge, throbbing cock, so deep inside her that she swore her very body was melting around it.

And yet she still wasn't prepared for the next thrust either.

The only sound that could be heard was the roaring fall of liquid as Twilight bursted with a fountain of cum. Even Trixie was overloaded, rather from the sense of penetration, or seeing Twilight in all ending bliss, her female nethers came, adding their own sloppy secretion to the mix, almost showing the two’s lower halves.

And still unprepared for the third.

Every thrust was just another orgasm to add on top of the already constant flow of them. Trixie came early than she wanted, but so deep into hysteria that she no longer cared. She poured hot magical seed into to Twilight, jetting streams of the ethermal jizz to coat every spot inside. She didn't stop her rutting though, she only increased in speed . Moaning into the mane of the mare who had enraptured her so, holding her close so that she couldn't slip away.

It was hard, fast, guttural, primal. Two animals that once bared the name Twilight Sparkle and Trixie Lulamoon, slapping there genitilia together without shame nor inhibitions. The silence of the night had no place to hide from the grunts, moans, slaps, and screams that reigned chaos in the air. The two of them rammed into one another as their horns dripped mana, emotions and minds so out of control that even there magic needed to find release.

Every muscle in their bodies had the sole purpose of fucking harder and faster. The small fibers throbbed with pain, but the need to rutt over ruled, and forced them to fuel on the night of debasement. Even if the sun and moon came crashing down onto them, they wouldn't stop. They hoped the entirety of Equestria could hear their them for the perverted ponies they truly were.

The stars faded away one by one, each carrying away a uncounted number of orgasms in their leave, until the sun could be made out from the horizon. They ached, they hurted, but they still kept fucking. It was a pool of fluids, every movement causing a splash to echo along with it. The room reeked of their filthy act as their musk was etched into the very walls. They only needed to hold out for one more orgasm, one final peak to put an end to a night of unaccountable bliss.

Their lips locked as the final wave came over them. It wasn't a harsh rise like the others had been, but a slow, low, building climax, that went so deep as to touch their very soul. It lulled over them and flowed out their pleasure in a constant intimate moment that only the two of them could share. They stayed frozen there for what felt to them longer than the whole previous night of fucking. And when they finally came down, their eyes met each other, before lips met in a loving embrace.

The two of them seemed to have lost the ability to speak, breaking away their kiss to try and talk, only for words to spill out in low, husky mewls. They kept restarting their kiss, until their mouths were capable of basic

speech again some time later.

“I missed you, Trixie.” The first coherent words coming from Twilights mouth, Trixie soon to follow.

“Not as much as I missed you. Celestia’s bloody sun, I never thought just two weeks away would make me crave you so bad.”

“Is that why you such a sadist last night, You miss my voice that much?”

“I was practically ready to cum on the spot when you shouted my name and got this all started.”

They kissed again, hugging eachother onto the floor. Soft giggles bubbling between them as they enjoyed the closeness of their snuggling.

“Gods this room reeks of us, I just want to lay in your scent for the day.” Said Trixie.

“The way I see it, its Saturday, and after all of that, I don't think I have the energy to move.”

Trixie moved to nip at Twilights neck again, a love bite rather her normaly carnal marking.

Twilight hummed in appreciation.

“You know, I really was shocked to see you totting around that bite mark on your neck, I knew you liked me nipping you, but I didn't know you were such a submissive little bitch that you needed my teeth to brand your skin.”

“Hey, I’m only your submissive little Sparkle. besides, it helps remind me to pay you back with interest the next time I win over our little fights.”

“Fair enough, I cant wait to see what vindictive justice you have instore for your naughty little Trixie.”

“Later. Right now I need sleep, and so do you.”

The two hugged up against one another, content to lie amongst their mess and rest. Trixie nuzzling into Twilight, while Twilights wings caressed over Trixies body. The birds singing the praise of morning only helped lull the tired mares closer to sleep.

“...I hate you, Sparkle." Trixie sighed.

“I love you, Trixie.”

“Hey, you're suppose to say ‘I hate you’ not, ‘I love you’.” Trixie laughed.

“Am I not allowed to do both?”

“I suppose our relationship is weird enough to allow for it...Then I guess I love you too.”

“You guess?” Twilight said, arching a playful brow.

“Okay, dammit, I do love you, I love you so much I can't stand it. Now stop being such a cutie so i can go back to hating you.”

“Thats what I wanted to hear.”

“Thats my shtick, Sparkle. Don't start stealing it.”

“No promises.” where her final words before she was left with a snoozing Trixie in her arms. She smiled, and quickly joined her in.