Trixie vs. Octavia (Archive 2014)


                                            >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."