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- >here you are
- >the great and powerful Trixie
- >you haven't gone down yet, despite having been laying it low for the past few months after that awful alicorn amulet incident
- >you still had little bits of resentment and anger towards Twilight Sparkle, but you had thought you had put it behind you
- >until you heard that she had become a princess
- >for whatever reason, new rage had bubbled up inside of you
- >when you heard she was entering this competition, you knew that you had to sign up and best her
- >it was the only way possible for you to sate your unnatural anger
- >one victory for Trixie, just one
- >you were not so lucky as to be put in the same starting bracket as Twilight, but this you knew was no big issue
- >it'd be all the sweeter when you finally battled her after taking down those before you
- >yes, this was going to be grand
- >right now, you were being led to where you were to battle Octavia Melody
- >somewhat of an honor, really, you had two of her solo records that you liked to listen to often
- >perhaps you could get one of them signed later
- >but there was no room for groveling or kissing ass now
- >at least, not metaphorical ass-kissing
- >now was the time for action, and to fight your way to Sparkle herself
- >you were being led through some trees into a small clearing, about the size of normal living room
- >the trees were tightly condensed on either side, with cameras mounted on the branches in choice spots
- >you saw Octavia on the other side of the arena
- >she raised an eyebrow at you
- >almost condescendingly
- >however, she was quite beautiful in person
- >oh, you are going to ENJOY ravaging this
- >you lick your lips and smile deviously, and she simply turns her snout up at you
- >oh ho, haughty mare
- >she is SO going down
- >the announcer's voice crackles over a hidden loudspeaker
- "That was incredible, ladies and gentlemen! What a turn of events! I think I found the cure for my Viagra dependency. We have Butterscotch moving on to the next round!
- Now let's move on to our second bout of the night: Trixie Lulamoon versus Octavia Melody!
- This one could go either way, folks.
- Let's introduce our third contestant in this sensual showdown. Trixie is the-ah, sorry. The "Great and Powerful" Trixie is a traveling magician who performs feats and tricks. Though, she was known for being bested and residing to menial work on a rock farm for a time she has since resumed her act in a humbler light.
- Our fourth contestant is none other than Lady Octavia Melody of Canterlot Philharmonica! This lovely mare is a professional musician and is among the most recognizable faces in entertainment. This reserved socialite survived the chaos of last year's Grand Galloping Gala and seems to have gotten a taste for a little madness.
- But who will cum out on top? It's the musician and the magician; the jester versus the bard!"
- >the light flips yellow
- >distant cheering from somewhere beyond the treeline
- >you narrow year eyes and bend down into a primed leaping position
- >Octavia mimics your position, but her expression hardly changes
- >the light's green, and you're off!
- >you leap up with the powerful springing of your hindlegs, toned from many empty and lonely nights and all that time on that stupid fucking rock farm
- >you see several sex toys hidden in the grass, but you're not going to have to rely on those
- >your horn lights up as you smirk and dive right for Octavia, who hadn't really been able to spring like you
- >she's paused and ducked to the side, going for something in the grass
- >a bad decision on her part
- >you slide behind her, catching a glimpse of her glistening snatch from behind her tail and part of her... oddly shapely flanks
- >wet already? this would be a cinch
- >your horn flicks her tail to the side, and you lick your lips, going in for the kill
- >your muzzle buries in deep into the plump pussy before you
- >no subtle licking, no buildup
- >Trixie has no time for this, not now
- >you've got to be fast and furious
- >your mouth has pressed her nether lips open, and your tongue is thrusting deep inside
- >you feel Octavia's whole body shudder around you
- >her back leg kicks at you, but you deftly move to the side
- >she's not catching THIS mare off guard
- >you've trained for this
- >the instant you found out Sparkle was in the ring, you spent as much time as you could practicing agility
- >and pleasuring techniques
- >due to the lack of a romantic partner, willing or otherwise, you had to settle for the solo pleasure cruise
- >well, at least you're limber as fuck and able to sate your lust on your own pussy
- >got a loose spine, that's for sure
- >you twist around and grab her legs, holding them together and nibbling on her inner labia
- >she tastes rather sweet, oddly enough
- >you yourself are a stronger, more brash flavor
- >like bbq hayburger sauce
- >fits your personality, you like to think
- >Octavia's juices are much like she is--sweeter, more refined, and lighter
- >you'd usually be mildly upset at being bested out in something so personal, but that hardly matters here and now
- >in fact, it was only making your business of fucking her three ways to sideways Sunday all the easier
- >your tongue explores downward, settling on her little nub
- >ah, the prize jewel of the vagina
- >your were going to go to town on this, and win in a matter of moments
- >this would be too easy
- >at least, so you thought
- >a blinding pain on your flank accompanied by a loud *crack* snaps you back to your senses, and actually causes you to jump so that your muzzle slides from Octavia's precious puss
- >your tongue darts out and gets one last lick in, but that's about it
- >you glare at Octavia, and search her for the source of your pain
- >your eyes fall on the leather handle clamped in her jaws
- >a whip
- >she got a fucking whip
- >shit's getting real in here
- >she rear back, hiding your crotch with your tail
- >bitch is not getting to you, not with that thing
- >there's no way she could have known you were a masochist ahead of time
- >*CRACK*! Again down on your flank
- >oh fuck
- >you can feel it dripping down the inside of your leg
- >of course, this wouldn't be enough to get you to cum, but if she got to you in this state
- >you'd go down faster than a house of cards in a hurricane
- >you've got to get back to her snatch
- >you've still got the upper hoof
- >if you can get back to her pussy, you've got yourself made
- >you clamp your eyes shut and charge at her
- >as you open one eye tentatively to make sure you're actually charging *at* her, and you see her own eyes open wide in fear
- >ahah, yes
- >fear me, haughty bitch
- >you tackle her headlong, and the two of you roll in the grass
- >something hard, probably the whip handle, smacks you in the bridge of your snout, but that blunt pain is nothing to you right now
- >you're face to face with Octavia, who is red-faced, blushing and gasping
- >you give her a predatory smile, and kiss her full on the mouth
- >like
- >FULL ON
- >you're really getting in there
- >your powerful tongue pushes into her mouth, and you open up her teeth to get into there
- >the tongue wrestling continues as your back leg strokes against her inner thigh
- >your hoof reaches her nethers
- >and you're not going to be gentle
- >you start rubbing vigorously, your back hoof and leg twitching and convulsing like you've got parkinson's
- >Octavia gets no luxuries from her
- >you hear her moan-scream into your own mouth, and your tongue smacks the roof of her mouth
- >she feel her shudder, and your hoof gets very met
- >success!
- >fucking winner, baby
- >fucking winner
- >"And what an ending! Tavi's poor pussy's gonna be purple for at least a week! Good show for both of you, good show!"
- >you roll off of Octavia, who simply lays there, gasping, her eyes wide
- >you curl up and press your head down onto your belly, while you bring your hoof up closer to your snout
- >you lick your damp hoof in a very feline manner
- >once all of Octavia's wine-worthy puss juice in safely consumed, her roll up next to her
- >she slowly turns her eyes to look at you, nothing else moving your changing
- >you're right at your ear
- >you lick your lips, and whisper
- >"I loved concerto 22."
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