The day began as any other day in Ponyville: The Apple family was first on their hooves and quick to their chores, while the merchants set up their booths along the cobblestone path that ran throughout the town. The library was open for business, the weather ponies were rearranging the clouds, and a certain cupcake shaped bakery was now open for business.
Through all of the activity on the streets, it's of little wonder how the residents of the cheerful little town of Ponyville managed to miss the star-littered purple cape as its wearer darted from corner to corner and booth to booth to nail or tack posters all around town.
Upon closer inspection, one would learn that the magnificent showmare, one Great and Powerful Trixie, was back in town. Ah, but this was not the same Trixie that the residents of Ponyville had known before. Long gone was the boastful and rude showmare who had lured an Ursa Minor to their quiet town. Long gone was the Trixie who had challenged their librarian to a magic duel, before encasing the town underneath a fish bowl.
Now, there was only a showmare who wanted nothing more than to become famous and entertain her audience. Ponyville was a very forgiving community and, when it was learned that the showmare had returned and set up stage for a 10:00 A.M. show, many of the residents happily crowded around the little stagecart that was Trixie's home.
Ponyville was a very forgiving community, true, but not everypony in Ponyville was from Ponyville...
At the 10:00 A.M. mark, tiny trumpets sounded from within the stagecart before the side unfolded into a stage, complete with a puff of purple smoke that revealed The Great and Powerful Trixie after it had dissipated, standing on two hooves with her forehooves in the air; a wide grin on her snout.
A few ponies offered encouraging cheers, and the showmare began her act.
"Welcome, welcome!" Trixie bellowed, cheerfully, as she addressed the crowd. "Trixie welcomes you all to her show, and hopes you will all have a wonderful time! For Trixie's first trick, she will need a volunteer; preferably somepony who knows how to tie knots!"
Several hooves shot up into the air from eager ponies hoping to help, but it was a bland-looking earth pony with a brown coat and black mane that Trixie called to her stage.
"Now," Trixie began as she pulled a bundle of rope from off-stage with her magic. "Trixie would ask that you tie her hooves together in any way you choose! Make sure Trixie cannot escape!"
Several ponies cocked their heads to the side while several others began to leave, unbelieving that the showmare's first trick was escaping from something.
But Trixie did not feel hurt. She had a card up her cape, and those that would stay would most certainly spread the word of Trixie's feats. When the earth pony had tied Trixie up nice and tight, Trixie began to slowly struggle and squirm as she tried to free herself from her bindings. "It... Er... It would appear that Trixie is actually stuck. Trixie would appreciate it if you could untie her, please."
The stallion on stage gave a little disappointed huff as he reluctantly trotted towards Trixie to untie her. At the last minute, however, when the stallion hadn't even pulled his hoof up to grab the ropes, Trixie threw her card down; slipping one hoof out of the ropes and hooking it under the stallion's before quickly switching places with him.
"Taa-daa!" Trixie exclaimed.
The crowd blinked for a moment in silence before Trixie was overwhelmed with the sound of hoof-stomping as the stallion lay on his side, neatly bound up in his own knots. Trixie gave a quick bow and a smile before untying the helpful earth pony and sending him back into the crowd.
"For my next trick..." Trixie began, not noticing the soft glow of a unicorn's horn from the back of the crowd before she suddenly felt very sick and very, very warm.
The crowd turned to look at each other in confusion as the showmare suddenly stopped speaking and stood there, clutching her stomach with one hoof.
"Trixie... Trixie is not feeling well, all of the sudden..." she announced quietly, before she noticed that her sickness was starting to fade, and that the crowd was staring wide-eyed at something just below Trixie.
Turning to see, herself, Trixie let out a little shriek as the throbbing head of dark-blue stallion cock tried to bump her nose. In response, Trixie hurriedly backed up from the crowd and quickly fell onto her flank, realizing that the piece of meat happened to be attached to her. Trixie flailed wildly, not knowing at all what to do, before grabbing her hat and trying to cover the monster cock.
Most of the crowd continued sitting there in shock, while some of the others had already left, or were squirming slightly and looking around in embarrassment.
Trixie decided that a tactical retreat was in order and quickly crawled into the back of her stagecart; pulling up the side to hide herself from the world.
Trixie was shocked, herself. Not only did she most certainly not remember having a cock this morning, but she had also just revealed it to her entire crowd! Trixie was worried- no, Trixie was scared. Public indecency was a crime! A crime that the showmare could not afford in terms of bits, nor her reputation!
But, her thumping heart didn't seem to convince her newly-acquired meatstick that this was very bad. In fact, it only made it throb harder. Trixie blushed darkly and bit her lower lip as her feelings of fear and shame were replaced with wonder and lust.
Her hat still covered the thing, and every little poke only made Trixie bite back a moan. Trixie knew she had to get her hat off, so she reasoned that the best course of action would be to remove it like a bandaid.
Oh, how wrong Trixie was.
After slowly and tightly grabbing the base of her cock and the hat, Trixie jerked it up to pull it off, but found herself moaning wetly and giving a hard thrust back up into her hat as the soft silk dragged against her meat.
The showmare panted hotly in her dark stagecart as her meat throbbed violently underneath her hat, leaving Trixie with only one other idea on how to get rid of her new appendage: clopping.
Truth be told, Trixie didn't know why she felt so bad about this when it obviously felt so good. A careful grab at the base of her hat while resting her other hoof on top of the head, both rubbing slowly and firmly, made Trixie want to cry out in passion as she gave little thrusts against her soft, silk hat.
Trixie couldn't handle the feeling. She loved it, but it was too much. Every touch felt like her meat was rubbing against the soft fur of a purple unicorn, and Trixie soon found herself leaning against the wall as she gripped her cock with both hooves and began furiously clopping herself into her hat; panting hotly and moaning deeply as the sensations overtook her body.
Trixie felt like time had stopped as she brought her hooves closer and closer back to her body; her stallion meat giving a single hard pulse against her hooves before Trixie bit into the wood of a nearby drawer to keep form screaming as her body spasmed.
When the feeling passed, Trixie lay against the wall, panting and unmoving; feeling as though she had just flown a mile without wings. Something warm sloshed slowly around Trixie's meat, and as she pulled her full hat off of her cock, she realized she had filled it completely with her hot seed.
Trixie gave another little shudder as she curiously dipped her hoof into the fresh sperm. She didn't even see a pair of stallion balls, but they had to have been there, or else Trixie wouldn't have came so much into her beautifully soft hat... She had always wondered what exactly stallion sperm tasted like and, never having been with a stallion, herself, before, now was the perfect opportunity to have a little taste...
Trixie brought her cum-dripping hoof up to her mouth and cautiously flicked her tongue against it to lap up her sticky mess before she began sucking and licking at her hoof.
By Celestia's under-beard, she tasted good! But, Trixie's little feast was soon over after she had cleaned off her hoof. The seed she had pumped into her hat had sloshed out and now either fell between the floorboards of her cart, or risked tongue splinters to lick up.
Trixie couldn't believe what she was thinking, and lightly bumped her head against the wall in embarrassment. While it was true she had never been with another stallion before, she did happen to hang around a few eccentric ponies who enjoyed sharing dirty stories.
One of them happened to be her favorite, and Trixie was about to try it out for herself as she propped herself upside down against the wall, letting her tantalizing meat throb mere centimeters from her snout. With a soft, shy pant against her cock, Trixie slowly opened her snout and pushed her hips forward; sending her thick stallion meat deep into her snout as she gagged slightly.
Trixie felt every brush of her tongue against her own meat, and something about the fact that she could taste herself and feel herself sent shivers down her spine as her meat throbbed hard in pleasure. Trixie grabbed her thighs and began to pull herself forward, slowly, as she tried to take herself deep into her throat; giving muffled moans and pants as her pleasured cock throbbed in response.
Trixie blushed furiously as she realized how she must look- laying on the floor on her back, with her tailhole up in the air in the perfect position as her meat in her throat forced her to gag, and her nose brushing against her big stallion balls.
Trixie wished her little fantasy would come true, but part of her knew that it wouldn't.
Shrugging off a sigh, the showmare began gently thrusting herself in and out of her own throat; gagging each time as her meat passed through. Soon, she felt the same feeling as before building up, and Trixie gently swirled her tongue around what she could of her cock before she squeaked in shock as her stallion meat began throbbing in her throat and pumping its hot horse seed down.
Trixie swallowed all that she could, but it was just too much. Force to pull out of her own throat, Trixie shut her eyes tight as hot, sticky strands of stallion sperm spurted across her face; leaving her laying there to pant.
Trixie didn't know how long she lay there, but she kept feeling tired. She didn't know where or how she had gotten this glorious cock, but she was more than happy with it. All she needed to do was figure out how to hide it in public...
"Trixie?" a familiar voice sounded from outside the stagecart, followed by the knocking off hoof against wood.
"Oh, buck." Trixie whispered in exhausted terror. She was too worn out to do anything. Too worn out to talk louder than a whisper, or to even move.
"Trixie, some ponies told me you might be in trouble. Are you alright? I'm coming in!"
Trixie blushed furiously as she continued to lay there with her own sperm painted across her face; stallion meat laying limp but out against her stomach as Twilight Sparkle opened the door to the showmare's stagecart and took in the scene.
"...I thought only I knew that spell, Trixie..."
