Chapter 119

“Come on, it’s for a couple friends of mine. It’ll be fun,” I insisted.

Trixie stood opposite me with her hands on her hips, which were shifted to the side, one leg bearing most of her weight. I had flagged her down after she finished her act and moved on to circling the club, looking for clientele to sell a more ‘close up and personal’ experience to.

The club’s floor thumped with the bass of yet another insufferable dance song, giving the stage’s current occupant a beat to move to as she slipped out of another article of clothing, bathed in the white intensity of the spot light. Everywhere else was flooded in black-lighting, giving Trixie’s white hair and skimpy, light silver top and bottom a luminous glow while the rest of her was shrouded in darkness. This gave the appearance that I was talking to a floating wig and bikini—to which I was about to offer a generous sum of cash for an evening of personalized entertainment.

“Did Mr. Magnet talk to you?” I asked, stepping back to let someone pass between us. Steven Magnet, being the owner of the club, was of course her boss—who apparently hadn’t been above personally serving drinks to Starlight and the princess on my behalf.

“He did,” she replied, her hips swinging the other way when she shifted her weight to the other leg.

“And what did he say?”

“He said that the Lavish and Sultry Trixie can, in the champagne room, take things as far as she wants—with you, that is. And only you.” She raised a finger suddenly, pointing at my face with a painted fingernail that glowed like a radioactive pebble. “But know this: such services from the one-and-only Trixie are not cheap; and she does not provide top notch entertainment to just anyone, even if they are long-time acquaintances with Mr. Magnet! One must also be in Trixie’s good favour if they expect those services. Now, if you’ll excuse m—”

I nodded and looked downward, prompting her to wait while I produced and thumbed through a thick wad of cash, squinting to see it in the dark as I counted out a good-sized amount. She folded her arms, making her cleavage bulge upward as she watched impatiently.

This made me count a little faster.

“OK,” I announced, holding a fanned-out sum of cash to her. “I’ll give you five-hundred just for talking to me right now, and five-hundred more if you give my friends a private show.”

I could see the glowing whites of her eyes when they widened at the sight of the money. She quickly snatched it from my hand and leafed through it to confirm the amount. After a short pause, she faced me again, her expression smoothly shifting to one of artificial lust.

“Well… lucky for you,” she said with a flirtatious smirk, “Trixie just happens to be having a slow night, so… perhaps she could make your dreams come true—just this once.”

I rolled my eyes. As much as I disliked third-person speakers, Trixie could be forgiven, considering how fantastic she looked, not to mention what she claimed to promise. “It’s not my dreams you’re gonna fulfill,” I pointed out. “I’ve got a couple ladyfriends from out of town here, and I wanna make sure they go home with an experience they’ll never forget.”

She paused. “Ladies, you say?”

“You OK with that?”

She grinned mischievously while stuffing the rolled-up cash between that curvy hip and the glowing waistband of her thong. “Of course! While Trixie does love watching a grown man squirm and ultimately go home with messy shorts, at the end of the day, female customers are among her very favourite.”

“Perfect! Lead the way,” I said, gesturing to the far side of the room, where there was a short hallway lined with openings filled with curtains, hiding whatever sinful acts that may or may not have been going on behind them. I followed the hip-swinging stripper, watching that floating, luminescent bikini bounce its way between the tables, her glowing hair swaying side-to-side as it hovered along.

Halfway through the hall, Trixie turned and faced me. “Which room?”

I pointed to a curtain on the right, just past where she stood. “There.”

“Ah.” She began to turn away to continue, but her eyes clung to me for a moment before she turned back suddenly, squinting under the dim lights in the low ceiling. “Wait… you look familiar to Trixie; have you been here before?”

I hung back, looking at her sideways. “Uh… I used to come here. Sometimes. To watch you dance.”

She raised a brow.

“But I’ve never actually talked to you before,” I continued quickly. “This is the first time I’ve approached you for a private dance.”

“Why’d you stop coming?” she asked. “Was Trixie not titillating enough for you?”

I shook my head quickly. “No! No, it’s not that. I uh… actually really hate bars. But Mr. Magnet is an old friend of mine, and I liked watching you dance… er, I mean…” I rubbed the back of my head, drawing a breath. “I, uh… I was kinda lonely back then, so I was willing to put up with the bar scene just to see some… well, you know. But then I met someone, so…”

She folded her arms and tapped her chin, eyes narrowed. “Hmmm…”

“What?”

After a short stare, Trixie shrugged and spun around to approach the curtain. “Nothing. Trixie was about to say something next-level brilliant… but instead, to show her appreciation for your return after losing your little ‘someone,’ she’s going to put on a show that you and your ladyfriends will remember forever.”

I raised a hand to correct her. “I didn’t lose her, I’m just—“

Trixie had already turned to approach the room and was no longer listening, so I just rolled my eyes and followed along.

*****

Inside the tiny room, Princess Twilight and Starlight Glimmer sat together on a padded bench that lined the right-hand wall. Across from them was another bench, empty, and surrounding that were black walls decorated appropriately with glow-in-the-dark stars and moons. The ceiling was lined with coloured LED lights, alternating in pink and light-blue, giving the room a quiet-looking ambiance—though it was hardly quiet. Equipped with a speaker in the ceiling, the space was pumped full of the same song that was playing in the main room, albeit at a slightly more modest volume.

Twilight sighed, and after yet another scan of the seemingly oscillating room, she turned to Starlight. “Hey. Do you… feel kind of strange?”

Starlight’s eyes moved from the coloured lights above to her friend, her eyelids drooping slightly. “Feel? No. Well… yeah, actually. But… I kinda like it, to be honest.”

“Mm,” Twilight mumbled as she looked around again. “Same here. It feels... rather interesting.” Her eyes returned to Starlight. “Those were definitely not normal drinks that Steven Magnet brought us, but… I, um…”

“You feel adventurous,” Starlight finished for her, and Twilight nodded to agree. “I feel like I have a ton of energy, and, like…” she took a deep breath and looked down at herself. “I don’t know. I feel like I want to explore this world more… and this body.”

Twilight, only half-listening as she stared at a particularly interesting-looking moon on the opposite wall, rolled her lips together in contemplation. “Mm-hm… I know what you mean. Also, I’m kind of wondering why Golden Arrow put us in this room. What do you think he has planned?”

Starlight shook her head slowly. “I don’t know, but I’m sure it’s gonna be a—”

She was interrupted when a blue hand tore the curtain aside, and the scantily-clad Trixie sauntered into the room. “The Sexy and Sultry Tr-r-r-rixie hopes you ladies are ready for a mind-blowing experience; one that can only be—“

Twilight sat up straight and gripped the edge of the bench. “GAH! Trixie!?”

The dancer stopped mid-sentence and gasped; her jaw nearly hit the floor, eyes wide as can be. “Twilight Sparkle!?” she exclaimed in a sour tone. “What are you doing here?”

“Er… uh,” Twilight rubbed her arm, trying to think of the fastest way to explain herself, but the alcohol in her blood had her mind circling in a vacant loop. “Hi?” She said, followed by a nervous, toothy grin.

Trixie reminded silent, leaning closer with narrowed eyes. “Are you wearing contacts?” she asked, cocking her head.

The princess, still gripping the bench, looked over at Starlight, and then back at Trixie. “Wwww... what type of contacts? Electrical?”

“Elec—!” The stripper crinkled her face at the response. Then she leaned even closer, studying the lavender girl. “Wait a minute... why do you look so young?”

Twilight squirmed, pressing her back against the wall to add some distance between her and Trixie. “Young? Uh...”

Trixie glanced over her shoulder at me as I slipped past her to enter the room, suddenly remembering that I had mentioned that these friends of mine were from ‘out of town.’

“Wait a minute,” she said, slowly returning her eyes to the lavender girl. “You’re not our dweeby Twilight…” Pointing a finger, Trixie gasped dramatically. “You’re the princess!”

“Uhh… heh. That’s me,” Twilight said weakly, forcing a nervous chuckle as she played with the hair next to her ear.

Unsure of what to say, Trixie looked at me, frowning. “How do you know her? Trixie demands to know!”

I raised my hands in defence. “Whoa. I just met them tonight.”

She put her hands on those bare, blue hips and leaned closer. “They’re from a different dimension; you don’t just ‘run into someone’ who’s even not from this world!”

I gave her a sideways look. “How do you know about that?”

Trixie stood straight again. “The Brilliant and Well-informed Trixie knows everything about Princess Twilight Sparkle! Trixie went to CHS. She was there when Sunset Shimmer tried to take over, and when Princess Twilight here came to our ‘rescue.’” She said this with a smugness that made it sound like she, in particular, didn’t need rescuing. “And again, with the battle of the bands—which Trixie should have won! It was all a sham! You Rain-butts should never have gotten picked over me!”

Twilight shook her head, scowling with disagreement. “That wasn’t our fault and you know it! The sirens were the ones controlling everything; they made it so the Rainbooms went on to the finals so that—“

“OK-OK!” I cut in, waving my hands at them. “This isn’t why we’re here.” I turned to face Trixie. “Look, I met the princess through a friend, OK? And I invited her here to have a good time—which is why I just handed you that huge wad of cash, remember?”

Trixie paused, rolled her jaw, and then raised a dubious brow at me as she folded her arms below her breasts. “Fine.” Her eyes settled on the princess once more, but then they ventured into new territory: the good-looking pink-skinned girl who sat farther down the bench. “Hmm… and who’s you’re little friend, princess? Trixie does not believe she’s seen her before.”

“Oh,” Twilight glanced at Starlight and then gestured to her, facing Trixie again. “This is Starlight Glimmer. She’s… from Equestria, like me, and actually… funny story,” —she chuckled nervously— “she’s actually best friends with the Trixie from that world.”

Trixie’s brows went up. She made eye contact with Starlight, grinning smartly. “Is that so?” she gloated. “Well, at least someone from there has good taste.”

Twilight rolled her eyes and looked away.

After stepping past Twilight, which allowed me to take a seat next to her, Trixie bent at the waist and positioned her face close to Starlight’s, a sly smirk plastered across her lips. “Hm. Trixie certainly hopes she can live up to her own greatness. What do you think?”

Leaning back, Starlight gulped. Her eyes inadvertently dropped below Trixie’s chin, where that pair of marvellous, azure bulbs teetered on the brink of dumping out of that silver top. “I… th-think so?”

“Hm.” Trixie stood suddenly and spun on her heel, giving the pink-skinned girl a full view of her backside, which was essentially bare, other than a thin silver strip that stretched across her hips, from the centre of which ran and a thin, vertical strip that disappeared between those plump cheeks. “Well then, showmaster,” she said to me, “how would you like the Great and Powerful Trixie to start?”

I gave a quick wave toward the girls. “However you want. You’re the professional here; show them a good time.” I was about to face Twilight, but then I brought my eyes back to the stripper, finger raised. “How about this: you’ve already been promised a thousand bucks, right?”

Trixie faced me, listening.

“If you give us a good show, I’ll bonus you another five-hundred.”

Trixie placed her hands on her hips. “Consider it done! Make no mistake: Trixie WILL be walking out of here with every one of those fifteen hundred bucks—which can only mean good things for the three of you.”

With that, she faced Starlight, and although it looked as though she was going to approach her first, she unexpectedly side-stepped in front of Twilight and came forward to place her knees on the bench on both sides of the princess, straddling her lap.

Twilight gasped and threw her hands above her head to avoid touching the stripper’s skin, that ample cleavage now hovering barely an inch from Twilight’s face. “Oh my gosh! Trixie!”

“Shhh… now-now, princess,” Trixie said with a syrupy voice. “It’s all part of the show. Just sit back and relax; let Trixie work her magic.”

“This is not magic! This is not magic!” Twilight protested. Her hand reached to the side and clawed at my shoulder, grabbing at my sleeve as Trixie’s hips spiralled and gyrated above her lap.

That curvy, blue figure slithered and slunk, grinding the inner sides of her thighs against Twilight’s, which caused her skirt to ride up, allowing Trixie to share the heat of her womanhood through that thin strip of fabric by rubbing it firmly along those toned, lavender thighs. Her breasts brushed the princess’ cheeks and nose more than once, prompting her to pull back and turn to the side, eyes shut tightly.

“You need to loosen up, princess,” the dancer teased. “Maybe Trixie should move on for now; she’ll come back once you’ve had some time to warm up.”

Without warning, Trixie rolled off of Twilight’s lap and landed on mine, facing the opposite direction. She drove that round, blue derrière straight into my lap, a move that was quick to rouse the attention of the already half-erect member hiding inside my pants. Leaning on my knees with her palms, she slid up and down my lap, her right cheek grinding directly against my length through my clothes and causing a surge of sensation that made my eyelids flutter with delight.

She continued to grind her backside against me as she leaned back, letting her soft, white hair brush against my face. Her perfume smelled wonderful; clean, like nature, but with a fruity undertone that was difficult to identify. As I was wondering what it could be, Trixie centered herself on my lap and pressed backwards, which caused my bulge to jab firmly between her cheeks and into the warm softness between—quite intentionally, it seemed.

“Mmmm…” she moaned, biting her lip as she looked over at Twilight. “You see? This handsome young fella is having a good time. Trixie can feel it.” She threw her head back and cranked her hips to stroke herself against me; rest assured, if we hadn’t been separated by clothing, this movement would undoubtedly have driven me deep inside her.

I drew a breath, trying to ignore the throbbing down below as I gathered my thoughts to speak. “You’re, uh… doing a bang-up job here,” I said, prompting her to turn her head and smirk at me. “But… this was supposed to be for them.” I gestured to the other two girls, who were both frozen in place, staring in shock.

Trixie’s eyes locked onto Starlight. “Hmmm… Alright. Maybe it’s time to pay Trixie’s ‘best friend’ a little visit then.” She glanced back at me again and, with a jiggle of her hips, sparked a sensation that made my breath hitch sharply. “Unless you’d rather have Trixie suck you off while they watch?”

Wow. She was bound and determined to earn that bonus.

The offer sent a wave of goosebumps up the back of my neck, and the mental image of those lovely, azure lips wrapped around my knob made my fists clench like vices. But this wasn’t about me, and it took every ounce of will-power I had to stay on course. “That is a riDICulously tempting offer —believe me— but this show is supposed to be for my guests… if you don’t mind.”

Trixie could tell I was torn, as was evident by the devilish giggle followed by the little wink she gave me. “Suit yourself then, Mr. Tentpole,” she said with a shrug as she left my lap, which suddenly felt rather chilly in the absence of that warm derrière. She approached Starlight and stood with her weight on one leg, running her index finger through the pink girl’s bangs to move them aside so she could have a better look at her. “Trixie’s afraid she is bad with names; what did you say yours is again?” she asked as she moved her fingertips to Starlight’s chin, forcing her to look up to make eye contact.

“S-Starlight Glimmer,” she gulped.

“Hm.” With a smirk, Trixie bent at the waist and put her face very close to Starlight’s. “And you’re best friends with the Trixie from your world?”

Starlight nodded. “Yes, for many...” —she cleared her throat— “um, for quite a few years now.”

That vivid, blue figure slowly lowered itself onto the other girl’s lap; her knees came to rest on the bench, and her backside settled onto Starlight’s tense thighs. “I see.” She gave a slow, sly nod. “So, has that Trixie ever told you how good-looking you are?”

Face-to-face with the other girl, Starlight’s jaw hung open, her search for words a hopeless one. “Uhhh…”

“What’s the matter?” Trixie giggled, placing her hands on Starlight’s shoulders. “Cat got your tongue?”

“I…” Starlight closed her eyes. “This is so weird.”

Trixie raised a brow. “What’s weird? That your ‘best friend’ is sitting on your lap, telling you how good you look?”

“No. Well, yes. You actually are my best friend, only... not. I don’t even know how to explain how this feels.”

Trixie ran the back of a finger down Starlight’s cheek, causing her to smirk reflexively. “Well, make no mistake: after tonight, you will never, EVER forget this Trixie.”

The dancer stood suddenly and spun around, running her fingers through those silvery-white locks. She swung her hips from one side to the other, mesmerising Starlight with those round, azure cheeks before she shifted her stance, standing with her feet far apart and bending forward at the waist, giving the pink-skinned girl a view of everything, covered only by a narrow strip of silver fabric. All three of us stared like dummies; even in the dim light, we could clearly make out the bulge of her soft labia beneath the garment, separated by the indent of her slit, leaving very little to the imagination.

She stood slowly, sliding her hands up her thighs and then along her waist until they reached her breasts. She cupped and kneaded them, rolling their soft, heavy-looking mass between her fingers. Trixie had a spectacular rack, especially given her small-ish stature; her breasts were roughly the size of Sunset’s, which, on her shorter and curvier frame, looked quite massive.

Then, unexpectedly, Trixie backed up and drove her ass into Starlight’s lap. The purple-haired girl gasped in shock, her face red as a beet. She threw her hands into the air, unsure of what else to do with them as that backside ground against her with a rhythm synched with the thumping of the music.

A giggling Trixie swung her hair around, her movements fluid and seductive. Looking back, she noticed the raised and idle hands of her client, and she reached back to grasp Starlight’s wrists and placed those warm, pink hands on her hips as she swung them in a circle, making Starlight’s arms follow the movements.

Amused by the pink girl’s reaction, I nudged Twilight, who took a few seconds to peel her eyes away from the scene. She turned to me, mouth open.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I… I don’t…” She paused. Then her eyes travelled downwards, and she lowered her head to look at herself. “Um… something’s happening.”

This was a weird thing to say, so I cocked a brow in response. “What do you mean?”

She placed a closed hand on her lap and pressed it against her abdomen. “Down there. But… this shouldn’t be happening. It’s not the right time; the season is all wrong.”

What did she mean by this? Perhaps some kind of heat cycle they have in their other bodies? Whatever the case, she was a human right then, and here on Earth, all of that stuff goes out the window.

I shook my head. “We humans don’t really have ‘seasons’ quite like that,” I explained. “Here in this world? The night time… is the right time.”

“Wait... you mean…?”

I nodded. “Whenever you want.”

“Wow.” The princess took a deep breath and bit her lip. “This is crazy… no, fascinating, actually; I can’t believe how quickly these bodies react to this type of stimuli.”

Meanwhile, next to the princess, Starlight had a tight grip on Trixie’s hips, feeling that hot skin against her hands—which, in and of itself, was a strange sensation compared to having hooves. Her breath elevated as she watched that azure figure wiggle and squirm before her, brushing against her, stunning her, thrilling her. Her mind buzzed, partly from the alcohol, and partly from the euphoria brought on by having this alien body pressed against hers; her skin tingled with each movement, causing an enticing heat down below, which surprised her, much like it did the princess.

Her eyelids fluttered, her breaths long and deep. She didn’t know how to react or what to say; all she could do was watch this version of her best friend press its beautiful self against her, sharing its enticing heat. She thought about her friend back home: what she was like, how she behaved, what her interests were, what she did for a living—and without thinking, the slight intoxication she felt volunteered a question that she normally would not have asked right then.

“Why... are you doing this?”

Trixie stopped suddenly. She turned to look over her shoulder at Starlight. “What did you say?”

Starlight gulped, realising she might have framed the question in a way that she probably shouldn’t have. Like most people with alcohol in their system, she tried to dig herself out, but only wound up going deeper. “Uh… it’s just… our Trixie does magic; she does a show, with tricks and… stunts…”

She trailed off when she saw the look she was getting.

Trixie stood suddenly and spun around, folding her arms. “You think Trixie can’t do magic? I can do magic! Probably just as good, if not better than YOUR Trixie!”

Starlight shook her head and raised her hands. “No, I… that’s not what I—“

“You think that because I do this, because I had to take this job just to make ends meet, that I… I-I mean, Trixie… isn’t the best magician this world has ever seen? Just because she’s still doing this… … three… years… later.”

She trailed off, wondering if her venting just then had gone too far. Then she stepped back and folded her arms, scowling crossly at the purple-haired girl.

Unsure of what to do, Starlight took a moment to stare at the stripper, chewing her lip. After blinking rapidly a bunch of times, she lowered her eyes to the floor. “I, uh... I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I didn't mean for it to sound bad.”

“Then how was it supposed to sound? Hm!?” Trixie asked, leaning in with a sideways look. “It sounded an awful lot like you think this is beneath Trixie. Not like the Trixie from your world! Oh, she’s SOOOOO great, isn’t she? She would never do anything like this, right?”

After staring open-mouthed for a moment, Starlight shook her head. “No,” she said softly.

The look on Trixie’s face suggested she was rather stunned by the admission.

“She would never do this,” Starlight continued, “but that’s what makes it so exciting.”

The princess and I exchanged glances, and Trixie simply replied with a cocked brow, waiting curiously to see where the purple-haired girl was going with this.

“That, what you were doing just now,” Starlight explained, “I’ve never seen my Trixie do that, and she’s never made me feel like that, either.” She sighed and looked down at the floor. Then she faced the stripper again, cocking her head. “This whole thing: being in a strange place, living in a strange body, seeing people I know in strange bodies; it’s a lot to take in all at once. It’s like a weird dream, a vivid fantasy. You... you’re Trixie. You look like my Trixie, except you don’t. You act a lot like my Trixie, but you aren’t her. The things you were doing just now, the way you were touching me...”

Starlight exhaled and shook her head. “It was exciting. My heart was racing. I felt dizzy, like I was floating. This place, this room... it’s like a secret space where I can explore curiosities I never thought I could, where I can learn the answers to all the ‘what ifs’ I’ve ever thought about asking, without it affecting anyone in my ‘real world.’ I didn’t ask you that because I was looking down on you; it was more like... ‘how did we get here?’ How did I end up with you here, in this body, doing these things?’”

Trixie was rubbing her chin, brows furrowed thoughtfully. Then she moved her hand to the side, rubbing her fingertips in the air as she watched Starlight. “You... liked what Trixie was doing?”

Starlight nodded quickly. “I liked it a LOT. I felt like you were awakening something inside me, inside this body, like you were about to take me on a tour of it—which I would very much like you to finish. I never wanted you to stop.”

“You don't think Trixie... is worthless?”

Starlight scowled and shook her head. “What? No. Why would you think that?”

Trixie looked down at the floor, her hands fidgeting. “Sometimes... lately, Trixie feels that way.”

“No,” Starlight repeated. “You’re not worthless. You have value, even if you don't do magic. I’ve said this to my Trixie many times: it doesn't matter what you do, whether its magic, or playing music, or even something like this. It’s not any one of those things that make you great; its you. You are an entertainer. You’re a natural at capturing the imagination of your audience, no matter what you're doing.”

To this, the dancer smirked and looked down at the floor, arms folded.

I brought my hands together loudly, leaning forward. “OK, good talk! Now can we, uh, get back to the show now, maybe?”

Ignoring me, Trixie faced Starlight again. “If you think Trixie has worth, then prove it to her.”

“How?” Starlight asked.

“Two thousand. Or Trixie walks.”

Enraged, I bit my lip, threw my head back and clenched my fists when I heard this. “FFFFFFFFFFF!”

Seeing the reaction, Trixie shrugged and headed for the exit, pointing her nose up as she went. “Fine then. Trixie will entertain someone else instead.”

“Wait!” I barked, reaching out to stop her. That whole exchange between Trixie and Starlight might have been a beautiful thing if it hadn't been for the fact that it’d become a total grift. Admittedly, however, I had to admire Trixie’s confidence and quick thinking; even though I could see exactly what she was doing, I was also a sad and lonely man that week, and I was reluctantly willing to fork out the dough to see her naked body up close, to interact directly with her. After a short pause and then a huff, I reached for my wallet, much to Trixie’s delight. “Way to go, Starbright,” I grumbled quietly, with a glance toward the purple-haired girl.

Starlight cringed. “Sorry,” she whispered. Then she faced Trixie again. “And I'm sorry for what I said to you. I didn't mean to spoil the moment.”

There was a short pause as Trixie finished counting the wad of cash she’d been handed, then she shifted her eyes onto Starlight. “Hm? Sorry, Trixie was a little distracted. You were saying?”

“I was apologizing for the thing,” Starlight replied flatly, quickly coming to the realisation that her gaffe had been shamelessly capitalized on.

“Ah, yes.” After a pause and a deep breath, Trixie slipped the cash into her top and quietly approached the purple-haired girl. She looked down upon her, solemnly, and then placed a hand on top of her head while Twilight and I watched anxiously.

“Trixie… forgives you,” she said quietly, closing her eyes.

It was weird. And expensive.

Starlight cleared her throat and nodded, lips pursed. “Um... thank you.”

“Hm…” Smirking, Trixie removed her hand from Starlight’s head to retreat a step. “And you’re right,” she declared, “Trixie is much more than just a magician, or a musician… or an exotic dancer…” She raised a hand into the air, looking up at it. “She is an entertainer! She is the great and powerful, the talented and in-tune, the desirable and nubile Tr-r-r-r-r-rixie! She is not some cheap, ‘one-trick’ pony!”

“Watch it,” Starlight warned.

A small cringe flashed across Trixie’s face. “Sorry,” she said quietly, before returning to a grandiose volume. “Nevertheless, Trixie is simply the most spectacular, astonishing, and mesmerising entertainer this world has ever seen!” She turned and pointed at me next. “You! You came here to spend your hard-earned dollars to see the best show that money can buy, did you not? So who am I to keep you from it?”

“You can’t,” I replied, but Trixie wasn’t paying attention.

Instead, she lunged toward Starlight, catching her by surprise by grabbing her shoulders and pushing her back to pin her against the wall, which elicited a gasp from the pink-skinned girl.

“Mark my words,” Trixie hissed, face-to-face with Starlight. “You wanted to see what your new body can do? You wanted Trixie to take you on a tour of it?” She smirked provocatively and nodded once. “Well… Trixie hopes you’re ready, cuz she is gonna take you on the most unforgettable fucking tour you’ve ever had.”

And with that, Trixie released the other girl and backed up a step, plucking the folded-up wad of cash from her waistband to add it to her top. Then, without warning, she spun around, hooked her thumbs under the straps on her hips, and bent forward. Those silver bottoms slid down her legs to the floor, leaving that bare, blue backside in full view, spread apart less than two feet in front of Starlight’s face.

Embarrassed, she turned away to face Twilight. “OOOOOO-K then… so that’s what that looks like,” she chortled nervously, closing her eyes. It was too late, however; she’d already gotten an eyeful, and that image of Trixie’s hindquarters was already burned into her brain like a Polaroid snapshot: her round derrière, her smooth thighs with those plump, azure lips peeking out from between, along with that darker blue asterisk just above, staring her down from the valley between those full, round cheeks.

I bit my lip and gave the princess a nudge. “Now we’re gettin somewhere,” I said, although I was quite certain she didn’t hear a word I said.

She was too busy watching Trixie, who had stood upright and was turning around to face us. When she did, both Twilight and I automatically locked eyes with her womanhood: a small cleft created by those smooth, azure lips, pinched between her thighs and decorated nicely by a small tuft of silvery-white hair that lived just above.

More details of her anatomy were soon presented when she raised one knee to set her foot on the bench next to Starlight. This position opened her slit ever-so slightly, allowing a pair of pink, fleshy petals to peek out at us.

“Look,” Trixie said confidently, reaching down to use two fingers to part herself, spreading that delicate, pink lotus wide open. She was, of course, speaking to Starlight, but when she moved her eyes onto the pink-skinned girl, she was disappointed to see her still looking away, eyes closed.

With a quick sigh, Trixie reached out with her free hand to place her fingertips on Starlight’s chin, turning her back to face her. “Look at Trixie’s pussy,” she commanded.

After a slight hesitation, Starlight first squeezed her eyelids tightly to prepare herself, then she opened them slowly.

Trixie smiled wickedly when she saw the other girl’s eyes lock onto her nethers. “See? That’s not so bad. What do you think?”

Starlight stared for another moment and then licked her lips, trying to think of how to respond. “Umm… that’s uh… a lot of flaps. Is it supposed to be like that?”

The white-haired girl let out a giggle. “What makes you think yours is any different?”

“Uh…” Starlight was at a loss for words. Admittedly, this was something she hadn’t yet checked.

“Here,” Trixie said as she released her crease and took Starlight’s hand in both of hers. She folded all but two of those slender, pink digits down, leaving only the index and middle fingers extended. Then she brought them up and slowly, tantalizingly, wrapped her lips around them.

Starlight’s eyes widened when she saw her fingers disappear inside Trixie’s mouth. This was truly an alien feeling to her; in her own body, she had hooves—which were hard and had no feeling. These human appendages, on the other hand, were soft and extremely sensitive, letting her feel every detail of the inside of that mouth as it slurped and sucked on them: the warmth, the moisture, the soft texture, the suction—she could feel that wiggling tongue licking her fingertips as Trixie slowly drew them from her mouth.

Her lips made a tiny squip sound when Starlight’s fingers exited, covered in a thin layer of saliva.

Trixie raised a brow. “So, you like magic tricks, do you? Well…” She pressed the back of Starlight’s hand to her midsection, just below her breasts, and slid it downwards. “Has Trixie got one for you,” she continued as she moved the other girl’s hand down, past her navel and over that little patch of coarse, white pubic hair. “Watch in amazement, as Trixie makes these fingers… disappear!”

Starlight’s breath locked in place as she watched, dumbfounded, when Trixie placed her extended —and moistened— fingertips against those thick, moist lips and then slipped them in between. From there, the sensitive appendages of Starlight’s sank deep into Trixie, whose hot depths squeezed gently with a texture that was indescribable, soaking her with a slick coating of moisture.

The pink-skinned girl sat up straight and gripped the edge of the seat with her free hand, her body stiff as a board. “Hoooooh! Wow,” she gasped. “That is… very, very warm.”

“Nice, isn’t it?” Trixie giggled. “SO much better than being out in that nasty cold weather, Trixie bets.”

On the far side of Twilight, I covered my mouth and tittered incredulously. I can’t believe she just did that, I thought to myself as I looked down at my lap, making sure the tent I was pitching wasn’t horrendously obvious.

As I was doing this, Twilight snapped around to face me, her hair whipping my cheek before settling on her shoulders. “What is she doing? Is this normal? Is this some sort of custom here?” she asked, brows furrowed with concern.

I looked up at her and paused. “Uh, in here? Yes. At Arby’s? Not so much.”

In the meantime, Starlight watched with a thumping heart as Trixie guided her hand downward, withdrawing her fingers partway before slowly pushing them back inside. They both exhaled through pursed lips; Trixie, because of the pleasure she felt as those soft little fingers stroked her; and Starlight, because she simply couldn’t fathom the idea of feeling the inside of someone with an appendage that she didn’t even have until a few hours ago.

Again, craving another wave of sensation, Trixie drew those pink fingers free and then stuffed them back into her steadily moistening interior. “Oooh,” she cooed, closing her eyes. “Just like that.” Her breath hitched. “Mmmm… if Trixie lets go, do you think you can you keep going?”

A shaky exhale preceded an answer. “U-u-u-uh… maybe. I think?”

“Let’s see,” said Trixie, and she looked down as she slowly released Starlight’s hand.

For a moment, Starlight was motionless. Her mind was still short-circuiting from the sensation of her fingers being gripped by that soft, wet heat, and she looked up to lock eyes with the alternate of her best friend, who was grinning salaciously, brow cocked.

“Don’t stop,” Trixie reminded, causing Starlight to blink more than once.

She drew a deep breath and focused, studying the soft, pink petals wrapped around her fingers. After gently clamping her bottom lip with her teeth, she held her breath and pulled downwards, watching her fingers glisten as they slid free of those folds, then, after a moment to gather herself, she pressed upwards to watch them disappear back into the confines of that warm, moist tunnel. Then she did it a second time, slightly faster.

With a soft gasp, Trixie tipped her head back and drew her lips into her mouth to bite down on them. “Mmmmmm… mm-mm-mm. That’s nice,” she said encouragingly, placing one hand on her knee while raising the other to twirl her fingers in a circle. “Don’t be afraid to try different things; why don’t you give Trixie a stir?”

Starlight gave the white-haired girl a daring glance, and then, surprisingly, she smirked just a little. After bringing her attention back to that enveloping warmth, she sat forward slightly for leverage and then moved her fingers in a spiral—slowly at first, and then gaining speed as her dexterity fine-tuned itself to the task.

Evidently, this pleased Trixie. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was uneven and her body jerked, causing her breasts to bob inside that white top. “Ooooh yes,” she gasped, opening her eyes and leaning closer, putting her hand in front of Starlight’s face. “Now go like this,” she instructed, waving her fingers towards herself in a coaxing manner.

Starlight complied. She curled her fingers towards her palm and stroked the front wall of Trixie’s interior, the heel of her hand inadvertently pressing against that soft, pink hood, putting pressure on the buzzing clit beneath.

Trixie responded with a yelp, her voice crackling slightly as she fought to keep her balance on a wobbly leg, which had nearly sent her to the floor. “Wow,” she panted, licking her lips as she removed her foot from the bench and replaced it with her knee, bringing herself down to Starlight’s level. “Oooh-wee! Trixie LIKES you,” she smirked as she leaned closer, placing her fingertips on Starlight’s cheek to hold her in place while she brought their lips together.

Princess Twilight and I observed from the side, unblinking, watching intently as the two girls shared their first kiss. It was tender at first; blue lips met pink ones for a few gentle pecks, gauging one another’s softness and warmth, but it wasn’t long before Trixie’s hunger for a taste took hold, and she opened her mouth to poke Starlight’s lips with her tongue.

Without a thought, Starlight followed Trixie’s lead, and she opened her mouth to probe back. Despite finding this an odd custom, Starlight was excited by it, and her heart began to race as their tongues quickly became entangled, mixing their saliva into a smooth cocktail of lust and faint traces of alcohol.

I could see it all happening through the little opening where the corners of their mouth hadn’t quite met; their tongues wrestled each other for dominance, sliding, swirling, licking, all the while their breathing intensifying as Trixie’s hand moved down to cup one of Starlight’s breasts through her clothes. She kneaded the soft mound firmly, blowing air from her nostrils against the other girl’s face as mind-numbing waves of pleasure shot through her, brought on by the swirling, stroking fingers inside her.

In the midst of it all, I peeled my eyes from the spectacle to look at the princess. All I could see was the back of her head, that long, navy hair with the single strip of pink hanging perfectly straight and still, making me wonder what she was thinking.

Starlight and Trixie continued; small moans and gasps emitted from their throats each time the kiss was broken, pink fingers squipping in and out of those soaked folds. Eyes closed, Starlight nuzzled her face into the crook of Trixie’s neck, nipping on her soft, blue skin after she’d thrown her head back and reached behind herself to unclip the last remaining garment.

Before anyone knew it, Trixie’s top fell away, revealing those bulbous, blue tits of hers. They dropped free from her chest, swaying heavily as she reached for the pink girl again, a fluttering of loose dollar bills raining down between them. Cupping Starlight’s cheeks, Trixie guided the other girl’s face between her breasts, giggling when she felt soft lips tickle her breastbone.

After a moment of this, the dancer used her hands to adjust the other girl’s position so her face was lined up with her nipple and then pulled her forward, burying it in Starlight’s mouth.

The princess and I watched on as the purple-haired girl’s lips closed around that throbbing, blue bud. Starlight let instinct take control, and she sucked and flicked it with her tongue, her fingers still stirring up a concoction of sensation and pressure deep inside Trixie’s loins. She switched to the other breast before long, causing the white-haired girl to toss her head back with delight.

This left the first nipple visible to me and the princess. Soaked in Starlight’s saliva, it glistened under the coloured lights; the areola was a shade darker than the rest of her, and it was large in diameter, though not unsightly so: perfectly circular, with that rock-hard hub standing tall and proud from the center, kept erect by the cooling effect of the moisture that coated it.

Trixie herself was also quite busy. By then, she had placed both knees on the cushion, surrounding the other girl with her thighs while trembling with ecstasy as slender, pink fingers continued to coax pleasure from her. She groped at Starlight’s breast while Starlight sucked and nibbled on her own; eventually, she found a hard nipple under the fabric and gave it a pinch before cupping the entire thing, gauging its modest weight and warm softness against her palm.

This did not keep Trixie occupied for long, however, and her hand ventured onward. Fingers pointed south, she ran her palm down Starlight’s midsection until she poked her nails under the waistband of those stylishly torn pants, and then she paused to gauge the reaction. Starlight hardly seemed to notice; her mouth and tongue continued to tease that breast: flicking, sucking, nibbling. Her hips spoke for her, though, by tilting forward ever so slightly—a silent invitation for Trixie to continue.

So she did.

Her fingers wiggled under the first waistband, then they met the second, which belonged to of a pair of lacy panties. This did little to slow her ingress, and she smiled when she noticed Starlight’s knees subconsciously drift apart—quite telling of what she really desired. Her fingertips raked over the pink girl’s mound, through a mass of coarse hair before her middle finger plunged into a hot, slippery valley that hid between a pair of soft lips.

Immediately, Starlight responded with a sharp gasp. Her mouth opened wide and she threw her head back, a string of saliva the only remaining connection between her bottom lip and Trixie’s nipple. Her chest heaved, her moans ragged; her frame stiffened, thighs quivering uncontrollably when Trixie’s fingertip hooked its way beneath her hood and found her clit. She tapped at it —gently at first— but then she pressed the hyper-sensitive button firmly, following with a series of rapid spirals that sent Starlight reeling into a wondrous realm of flashing stars and random colours.

“OHH! Holy sweet CelesitaaaAAAHH!” Her cry elevated as did the pleasure, her eyelids fluttering as she reached blindly, searching for the other girl with her free hand to hold onto.

“Ooh, you like that, don’t you?” Trixie teased, leaning close to flick the tip of Starlight’s nose with her tongue.

“It’s… f-f-fantastic!” Starlight gasped, hardly able to concentrate on stroking the other girl’s nethers.

“Aren’t these bodies great?”

Starlight nodded quickly. “It’s so… s-so sensitive! I can barely han—MMM!”

Rather than let her finish, Trixie dove in for another kiss, sending her tongue between those soft, pink lips for another taste of Starlight’s mouth. Down below, blue fingers stimulated quivering, pink flesh; they stroked that sensitive little bud, sending shockwaves throughout that foreign body—foreign to us, as well as its owner, whose appreciation of it grew exponentially by the second.

When Trixie’s fingers slipped inside, Starlight was truly in heaven. She howled with delight, a squeal that was muffled by the dancer’s mouth.

I watched the pair squirm as if their fingers controlled one another like puppets, and I noticed Twilight —whose back was still facing me— moving. I leaned closer to speak into her ear.

“You OK?”

She turned suddenly. Her face was much different than it was a few minutes ago; her eyes were wide and intense, her pupils dilated. Her lips were parted slightly, warm air moving between them in synch with her breathing. Her brow was marked with desperation.

Seeing this, my eyes were drawn to her lap, where she was pressing her fist into her mound, grinding it in the same way one would put out a cigarette.

“I can’t believe this,” the princess whimpered, placing her free hand on her brow. “These bodies; the way they react is so… intense. It’s so warm down there, and… I just wanna touch it. It’s like an uncontrollable urge. I can’t help it. Is this normal?”

Admittedly, I was no expert in the field of how beings who cross over from a different dimension and end up with a different body experience sexual pleasure. “I’m not sure,” I replied. “It might just be that it’s normal for us, and you’re just not used to it; but who’s to say that you two aren’t a little… different, because of your situation and where you’re from.”

She leaned forward and pressed her thighs together, biting her lip as she pressed her fist into her lap. “Nnnnngh,” she groaned. “It’s so… grrr! I feel like... i-if I could touch myself down there, like that” —she tipped her head toward the other two girls— “it would feel really good. Amazing, even. It’s just…” She held both hands up to appraise them. “I don’t know what to do with these.” Then she looked down at her lap. “Or that.” She shook her head and met my eyes with hers. “Do you think you could, I dunno… help me?”

When she said this, it triggered a prickling sensation that went up the back of my neck and into my scalp. Every nerve ending fired with simultaneous excitement and terror.

I threw my hands up. “Whoa! Princess, that’s against the rules—I think.”

Desperate, she reached up to grab at my hands, pulling them downward. “No-no-no; it isn’t, I swear! Please help me.”

Is… the princess seriously asking me to finger her? I closed my eyes and gave my head a quick shake to dismiss the thought. No. That’s crazy, I told myself as my eyes settled on the empty bench opposite us, staring blindly as my thoughts droned on. But… I mean, she’s horny—and in a weird body, to boot. She just told me this; she said she wanted to touch herself, but can’t, so then she asked me for help. What else could it mean, you dumbass?

I took a deep breath, not noticing the clumsy grip on my wrist as I remained busy pondering the proposal. OK, say she wants it. That’s great, but… is this a good idea? What will Sunny think if she finds out about this? Or Rare and Flutters? They won’t be jealous, per se, but would they condone doing this to a friend —a FOREIGN friend— and to the princess, at that? I rolled my eyes at myself. Ugh. This is dumb, Golds. You brought her here. You got her horny. All she wants is to get off, so just DO IT! I mean, obviously you’re not gonna fuck her. No WAY are we going there; we can’t risk giving her my power and then send her back home with it. Who knows what kind of shit that might cause! That’d be like introducing an animal from a foreign land into an eco system that can’t handle i—

I stopped suddenly when I realised my arm was being fucked with, and that it’d been put someplace warm. I looked down at the princess’ lap; she had taken it upon herself, while I was distracted, to take my hand and slip it under her skirt. Her warm, smooth thighs hugged my hand, and my fingertips were touching the hot, moist crotch of her panties.

!!!#?@!&?!

Shocked, I instinctively began to pull away, but she gripped me by the elbow, feeble but desperate to keep my hand where it was. “No, wait! Please… please,” she panted as she leaned closer, her breath warming my neck. “You need to help me with this. I can’t stand it! Please, Golden Arrow.”

It was impossible to refuse her. The urgency in her voice, the hunger in her eyes, the intense heat inside that purple skirt, that young, young body—all of it was calling to me at once. I was helplessly snared by it, and if the bulge in my pants and the constellation of wet dabs inside my shorts was any indication of my mood, not much convincing was needed beyond this.

I drew a breath and faced her, our noses only an inch apart. “OK. I’ll do it, but only as a friend, because I—“

“Yeah-yeah, don’t care,” she panted, her breath warming my face. “We’ll just say we’re doing it for science—or something. I dunno.”

Surprising as the shift in personality was, I shook it off and focused. To make access easier, reached past Twilight’s thighs and hooked my fingers over the top of her panties. She took the cue to lean on her hands and lift her backside from the bench, letting me draw the light-pink garment from inside her skirt. Since her boots were too big to take them right off, I simply left them at her knees. I paused briefly when I noticed there was no tag in them, making me wonder where they’d actually come from, but I quickly dismissed the thought and proceeded to run my fingertips along the inner side of her left thigh.

She shuddered with anticipation, her eyes closing as she licked her lips, readying herself for whatever might happen.

At the apex of her thighs, her slit waited for my touch, soaked with slippery fluid and pulsing with need. My fingers dipped into it with ease, her moisture covering them as I slid my way between those soft, warm layers.

The princess gasped and threw her head back, following up with a breathy moan. “Oohhh! Wow, that is…” She swallowed and licked her lips, keeping her eyes closed. “Mmm… it’s so sensitive!”

I ran my middle finger from the base of her slit, giving her entrance a shallow poke as I passed over it before pressing on her hood to tease her, using my index and ring fingers to hold her majoras apart.

Princess Twilight quivered violently and threw her arm around my shoulders to hold on tight; she buried her face in my neck, pressing her parted lips against my throat, panting her hot breath against my skin as she endured the strange, but intensely wonderful sensation that rang out from between her legs. “Ahhh… ahhh! It’s almost too much,” she gasped, her body trembling. “It’s… it’s amazing!”

“You know,” I said as I teased her hood with my fingertip, “Sunny’s the same way. Like, all you gotta do is ring the devil’s doorbell once and she’s all like, ‘OOOOOOH!’”

The princess lifted her head to face me, her eyelids fluttering as if the pleasure had swept over her like a warm breeze. “Whose doorbell?”

I glanced down to her lap as I switched to stroking the full length of her crease, my thumb brushing through a patch of course hair at the top of each pass. “Oh… the devil, he’s uh…” I faced her again. “He’s like an evil deity here. He tempts people into doing ‘sinful’ things so they’ll get banished to his lair after death.”

“Ooooh?” she breathed, her jaw hanging open.

“Don’t worry, he’s not real,” I assured her. “It’s just a story they used to control people, but it doesn’t really work that much anymore.”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand, why…” —she paused for a breath— “why would you bring that up?”

“What do you mean?”

“The devil. Why would he have a doorbell if he’s not real?”

“Oh… heh!” I chuckled. “That’s just slang for this thing.” I peeled her hood back and then pressed directly on her clitoris.

She tensed up instantly. A gasp rushed into her lungs and she threw her head back with a high-pitched yelp. “AAH! Oh my gosh!”

“You like that?” I asked as I pressed her clit again, giving my finger a rapid wiggle this time.

“AAAAAHH! YES! AGAIN!”

“For science, right?”

”YES!”

“Ok, how about this?” I reached down and placed my middle and ring fingers at the lower end of her crease and slipped them inside her, then I brought the heel of my hand down and ground it against her hood while I stroked her interior.

The princess gripped me tightly and buried her face in my neck again, her hot breaths blowing down the front of my shirt. She shook and moaned loudly, her fluids soaking my hand as I worked her womanhood, feeling her interior pulse in preparation for its first explosion.

I glanced over at the other two girls to check their progress and found myself surprised by what they’d gotten up to: Starlight’s pants had been peeled midway down her thighs, revealing a purple bush streaked with a thin ribbon of turquoise. Trixie’s fingers were still buried deep inside her, and conversely, Starlight’s fingers were lodged inside of Trixie, who was kneeling with one leg on the bench, having peeled Starlight’s shirt and bra upward to free her breasts.

They were modestly sized, similar in size and shape to Rarity’s, but differing in their radiant, pink colour, with mauve nipples that pointed stiffly into the stripper’s fondling hands as she kept their lips locked firmly together.

Wow, I thought as I wrapped my free arm around Twilight’s back. I held her close, listening to her squeak and moan while I pleasured her with my nectar-soaked fingers. The excessive tightness of her womanhood squeezed down on them, and after a silent chuckle, I shook my head, marvelling at just how identical she and our Twilight really were—in every single detail.

*****

It was close to 4:30am when we returned to the schoolyard. The night had gotten even colder since the previous evening when the pair came through the portal, but the bitter sting of the cold air went unnoticed by the otherworldly girls —especially the princess— after partaking in an unknown number of beverages in the aftermath of our session with Trixie.

Starlight Glimmer remained quiet and reserved since leaving the club. While visibly tipsy at times, she more or less kept herself in check, unlike the princess, who was sloshed to the point of slurred speech and barely any ability to stay upright. While it seemed like they had both enjoyed themselves well enough, something in particular seemed to hang in Starlight’s mind, keeping her from letting loose like the princess had.

If I had to guess, it may have had something to do with the fact that an alien version of her best friend pleasured her in ways that she didn’t think was possible, and now she was wondering what it was going to be like when she got home and had to face her actual best friend.

Or maybe she was just cold.

Regardless, it had been a long night, and they needed to return home. So there we were, standing next to the statue, bidding our farewells.

Or trying, at least.

Wearing Sunset’s coat, Princess Twilight traipsed up to the pedestal and spun around to face me with eyelids that were visibly ‘Paris Hiltoned.’

“Eh… dis, dis wassa bes’ night, Gurds; yer da bes’!”

“Yeah, totally.” I replied, catching her by the arm after she tried to rest her hand on my shoulder and missed. “We should do this again sometime—but maybe with a bit less drinkin, eh?”

Twilight narrowed her eyes and raised a hand to point both her index and middle-fingers at me, waving them like a pair of running legs. “Totes… tally toooooo!”

I chuckled at the non-response. “And thanks for the help with Dashie, by the way. I’ll try your idea with the soccer game, aaaaand... I dunno. I guess we’ll see what happens. I’ll let you know either way.”

She let go of me, letting her arm flop to her side as she attempted to stand on her own. “Eh you got it buddy iss all good. Heh, Dashie. YEAH! Iss gonn’ work, trus’ mah.” She raised her arm to try to pat my shoulder again, but this time the windup caused her to teeter backwards, and she fell on her ass on the cold, snow-dusted sidewalk.

Starlight and I stepped in to help her up. Once she was back on her feet, Starlight —who seemed remarkably stable in comparison, leading me to conclude that she’d had fewer drinks than I thought— kept a firm grip on Twilight’s arm.

“Ha! Daysh…” The princess rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand. “I… I ca’ harlly walk.”

I gave a shrug. “Well… to be fair, you could barely walk before, so…”

Her expression disappeared suddenly, and she spent the next few seconds staring vacantly at me before squeezing her eyes shut and bursting with laughter. “Pppppppfffftt… HAAAAAA! HAHAHAHA!” She tipped her head back and pointed to the left of me, unintentionally. “Poneh, y’ are sho… aweshum!”

I smirked and swung a finger her way. “No, YOU’RE awesome!”

“Blah…” She waved me off and rolled her eyes, looking off in the other direction while Starlight leaned back to counteract her tipsiness.

I shifted my attention to the purple-haired girl. “How about you, Starbright? Did you have a good time?”

Once she had the princess stable, she sighed and faced me. “Go buck yourself. And yeah, I had a great time, actually.”

I chuckled. “Glad to hear it. Thanks for joining us, by the way; I wasn’t expecting the princess to bring a guest, but… I’m glad she did. You were a fun addition tonight—which I’m sure Trixie would agree with.”

She forced a smile and looked downward; I’m sure she would have blushed if her cheeks weren’t red from the cold already.

“Hey, did you get her number, by chance?” I teased.

Starlight cocked her head. “Her number?”

I pulled out my cell phone. “You know, her phone number.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “We don’t have those in Equestria. And even if we did, I doubt they would work between dimensions.”

By now, Twilight was facing Starlight, her eyelids drooping as she wagged a loose finger, smacking her lips noisily as she prepared to speak. “We’ll getchu guys a book; then you can… y-you can, you can, you can… y-you can, you can CHAT.”

Starlight gave the princess an exasperated look, but then she closed her eyes and shook her head.

I chuckled quietly, bringing my hand up to stroke my chin. When I did, however, my nostrils inadvertently picked up the husky scent of female arousal. I was quickly reminded of our activities from earlier, when the princess enjoyed her first orgasm as a human. Those very fingers had the privilege of witnessing the event from the inside, and aside from our memories of it, the scent she’d left behind was the only remaining evidence.

Without thinking, I brought my index finger up until it touched the bottom of my nose and inhaled slowly, drinking in more of that enticing musk.

Somehow, even in her state of inebriation, Princess Twilight picked up on this, and for reasons unknown, she seemed to take exception to it.

“HEY!” Her voice was gruff, catching my attention just in time to see her jab her finger into my chest. “WHADDAYA THINK YER DOIN, HUH!?” she growled. “R’ YOU SNIFFIN THE ROYAL… er…” she trailed off and rubbed her tired, drunken eyelids. “What is word?” she muttered after turning to face Starlight.

“Uhh…” Starlight’s eyes shifted side-to-side. “It’s, uh… pussy, I think.”

Twilight threw her fists into the air, almost losing her balance in the process. “PUSSY! Yeah, pussy!” She let her arms drop and leaned into Starlight. “Arn’ dose sings great?”

Starlight forced an awkward smile, and I looked around the school yard after hearing the word echo around it, clear as a bell.

“Uh, you might wanna keep it down, there,” I warned. “We’re at a school, you know.” There was no one around, though, so I’m not sure why I actually cared.

Starlight, however, nodded in agreement. “Yeah. I actually think it’s about time we head back.” She turned Twilight around to face the pedestal. “Come on, princess; let’s get you home.”

She and Twilight stepped up to the edge while I watched. “See ya around, princess,” I said, waving.

She didn’t look back; instead, she pointed her finger into the air. “See ya, pussy smeller!”

“OK. Just go,” Starlight ordered, abruptly shoving Twilight through the portal before she could cause anymore ruckus. The yard was bathed in a silver light as she passed through, and then the darkness returned, save for the street lights.

With a loud exhale, the purple-haired girl turned and faced me.

I pointed at the pedestal. “She took Sunny’s coat with her.”

Starlight glanced at the concrete block and then at me again. “Oh… Well, don’t worry, I’ll send it back. Oh, and by the way: here.” She hooked her fingers inside of the coat she was wearing to slip it off her shoulders.

I put my hand up to stop her. “Nah, it’s OK. Keep it. Sunny’s too; I’ll just buy her a new one.”

She stopped and looked at me, surprised. “Really?”

I nodded.

Starlight put her hands down to her sides. “Um… thanks. To be honest, I’m not even sure if these things’ll exist on the other side; heh, I guess I’ll find out soon enough.”

“Yeah.”

We stood awkwardly for a moment, silent.

Finally, I rubbed the back of my neck. “Um, so... thanks for looking after her. Make sure she drinks lots of water.”

She nodded and smiled. “I will. And thank you, for showing us around. It was fun. Really.”

“No problem.” I smiled.

Another pause. She looked distant.

“You OK?”

Starlight glanced at me and hesitated. Then she smiled. “Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just… a lot. Tonight. All at once, you know?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Another pause later, she drew a breath. “Well… I’d better go. Thanks again, Golden Arrow. I hope things work out between you and Rainbow Dash.”

“Same here.” I put my hands in my pockets. “Oh, and can you say thanks to the princess for me?—once she’s coherent enough to understand it, that is.”

She turned for the portal, looking back at me as her foot passed through the concrete, wrapped in a bright ring of energy. “I will.”

I nodded and gave her a quick wave. “Thanks, Starlight.”

She stopped once more to glance back at me, followed by a smile.

Then, Starlight disappeared through a field of shimmering light and vanished from this world, leaving me alone in the cold, dark schoolyard in the wee hours of the morning.