>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."