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