Anything You've Done, I've Done Better.by overlord-flinxChaptersPrologue: Sitting around, talking about sex.Nightmare Moon- A Daring Do. (By Chaotic Note)Trixie- The Great and Powerful Performance (By Naughty_Ranko)Prologue: Sitting around, talking about sex.From distant lands, far and near. We hold our oath, as well our beer. Discriminate not wings, magic, weird crooked horn, or size of breast. Save our hate for wings, magic, weird crooked horn, that belong to pests. Our acronym spells nothing, and we blame that on Chrysy. This is the anthem of the E.C.D.F.V.. "Surely we can remove my name from the anthem..." Queen Chrysalis sat back, clicking her green painted nails listlessly against the ornate throne custom made for her. All at once, five pairs of eyes latched onto her with malice. The most senior of the group, Nightmare Moon, shook her head and waved a dismissing hand to her fellow villainess. "We would consider your request... Sadly, you are an initiate. Therefor, we certainly have no reason to consider it." Nightmare Moon smirked at her own comment. The other senior members, Gilda and Trixie, both snickered to themselves while they watched Chrysalis stew in her frustration. It was like any normal meeting of the E.C.D.F.V., or the "Evil Council of Deprived Female Villains". The older members waving their seniority over Sunset Shimmer, Chrysalis, and Nightmare Rarity. All a part of the monthly meetings. Each villainess was made their own custom throne suited to their personality... Except for Gilda who, for whatever he reasons, decided on perching herself up against a wall and leaning against it all throughout the meetings. No one really minded; after all, it freed up more room for Trixie's highly decorative 'Trix-a-Throne', the only throne in the room with a cup-holder. Nightmare Rarity and her fellow 'junior member', Sunset Shimmer, sat in near mirrored positions. Cheeks resting upon a balled fist, and eyes lazily glaring at the other girls across the room. Even still, Sunset shook her head and sat up in her seat, fixing her gaze to look at Nightmare Moon. "Mmm, yeah. Hah-hah. Can we just get to the first order of business?" Brunt as she was, Nightmare Moon waved her on to start the meeting as she saw fit, "Good. Now... Has anyone had any successful plans in taking over anything?" Silence. Every villainess in the room anxiously shifted away from looking Sunset Shimmer head on. Trixie started to twiddle her thumbs together, Gilda made a 'nonchalant' whistling, Nightmare Rarity opted to start checking her nails, Chrysalis even started poking at her horn as if it had suddenly became interesting to her. Nightmare Moon, however, huffed and ran a hand down her arm, trying to think to herself before she spoke. "...Really... We will take anything," still, no one answered even when Nightmare Moon urged them to say something, "...Not even a deli? Nothing at all?" Just like every meeting, no progress was made in their main mission. As evil as they were and as powerful as they were... They never actually did anything truly productive for any of their 'evil agendas'. On record, the last evil act they ever did was when Gilda kicked the pizza guy in the crotch and Sunset Shimmer stole his car. It was pretty evil... Until the police came and charged both of them with grand theft auto and assault. But, up until that point: pretty evil. Really, none of them wanted to say it out loud, but it was something they all were frightfully aware of. As long as there were six girls with a rainbow shooting God Tool, they reeked as villains. But... There was something they all could agree on and talk about with a great ease at their meetings. Nightmare Moon slid back in her chair, letting her slender legs roll out on the floor at the balls of her feet before rolling her shoulders. Then, slowly, she addressed the group into the topic they normally fell into no matter what. "...At least we're gorgeous." Everyone perked up when they heard Nightmare Moon bring that up. Gilda joined in on Nightmare Moon's tail and laughed to herself. "Try sexy. Dead sexy," She dipped her thumbs into her jacket pockets as a swell of pride came back to her. "Lets not forget we are queens of the bedroom tango as well, dears," Nightmare Rarity brought up, a momentary bite to her lip causing the other girls to start to give giddy giggles. Suddenly, everyone of them was thrown into a tizzy about their latest 'adventures' exploiting their feminine wiles; or, in Gilda's case, brute force typically. Each of them was getting into spinning yarns of this and that, all but Trixie. Trixie had pulled her legs up onto her seat, crossing them and sinking herself into a moment of thought. Everyone was too consumed with their own discussions to notice Trixie as she was thinking; that is why when she spoke a question to all of them, they were thrown off the rails. "But... Who is the queen of queens?" Though Trixie quietly mused the question, each and every villainess couldn't stop themselves from snapping their attention to the girl, "Who is indeed to best slayer of men and or women? Who is truly the greatest in sexuality? Who is the queen of queens?" A pause. Not a pause of people thinking, mind you. But a pause for everyone to glance at the other with narrowed eyes. When that pause finally settled, all at once in a chorus of hands being thrown into the air followed by voices to suit, "I am!" Before a rift between the girls could be drawn, Nightmare Moon stomped her foot firmly against the floor and stood out of her chair. "Hold, my sisters! We have many troubles already without us arguing amongst each other!" Many mouths closed before they could let loose ready insults, "Instead... Allow us to do it the old fashion way... We each get one try to regale the rest of our cavalcade of evil about a time they took part in a sexual endeavor. Whoever has the best tale, we will crown the queen of queens. Are we all agreed?" Not one voiced a complaint. If it meant showing up each other and proving they were better, they were all willing to throw their lots in. Everyone sat back in their chairs, or against the wall, and nodded to Nightmare Moon. "Very good... Who would like to start our little sordid game of delights?" Nightmare Moon- A Daring Do. (By Chaotic Note)"Feh," Nightmare Moon remarked, casually tossing the DVD behind her and dismissing the stunned look she once had, "A... Cute effort, to say the least... The very least. But allow me to tell you of a real story of lust. Then we shall see who the queen of queens true is." *~*~* Brittle twigs screamed as they were snapped in half underneath Daring Do’s boots. The cold, howling winds did not stray her away as she braved on in her trusty vest, tight white t-shirt and shorts. The crazy shrubs and vines were desperately trying to impede her progress, brushing her exposed legs, but were no match for the bite of her keen machete. The Everfree Forest was on the spirited explorer’s agenda tonight, specifically the old, ruined castle of the Royal Sisters that made its home in the chaotic jungle. Many explorers before her had told tales of the ruins, their reports detailing many of its floors. However, news of a strange tree underneath the castle whispered into Daring’s ears, and it birthed new theories inside her scholarly mind. Research papers dictated that the castle primarily had only four floors; three of them above and one below the surface, but what if there were secretly more? If there was a hidden chamber found underneath the castle, certainly there should be more hidden. It was one question that was stuck on Daring’s mind for the week since the tree’s discovery, and the mare wasn’t willing to let it befuddle her thoughts any longer. The trees soon gave way to a spacious view of the castle. Pressing down on her hat, she took one flight down the stone stairs and through the gates, entering the olden ruins. The weathered environment and moth-eaten tapestries were nothing new to her. She had made a friendly visit to this area quite a few times before, just like her mother before her, and her mother as well. The mares of her family were all adventurers, and the castle was the destination that they all journeyed to at least once in their life. It was their holy pilgrimage, their rite of passage, their traditional exam. So naturally, Daring knew all of the nooks and crannies that the Everfree Castle had to offer. Or so she thought. Daring walked down the dim halls with only the moonlight providing vision through the exposed holes of the roof. The smell of the old rugs and curtains were like flowers to Daring. It gave her a sense of the history that grew up here. She ran the fingertips of her hands across the rough surface of the stone walls, feeling the chalky texture of its dust. Grey imprints colored her fingers, making them grubby; just the kind of feeling that Daring craved for. She felt just right at home. Daring entered upon the threshold of the Grand Organ Room, home of the titan instrument itself. She had scoured this room only a couple of times before, but she knew its secrets. The organ itself was a remote control of the castle. It controlled all the hidden trap doors and mechanisms in the stone walls. Her ancestors have documented many combinations of musical keys that offered its surprises, but Daring never really paid much attention to it. She was never really the type of mare to appreciate aged music, and at this point she was starting to have regrets. But there might have been something missed by her family here. Something significant and important to her current search right now, her adventurer’s intuitive told her that. However, there was something new on the organ keys. A post-it note. “What’s this?” Daring mumbled as she picked it up. There were rough scribbles written on the small, sticky parchment as if a hyperactive foal had taken hold of a crayon and attacked the note with it. However, it was clear that there were musical notes. “Shortcut to the kitchen, super-secret hiding spot, and forever-sugar pantry?” Daring said as she listed the notes off. These combinations didn’t seem to lead to anywhere incredibly interesting to an archeologist like Daring, but they were pretty interesting regardless of their nature. However, there was a set of words on the bottom of the list that caught her attention. “Super Bad Doorway to a Big Meanie? Well isn’t this interesting?” It seemed pretty far-fetched, but it didn’t mean that she shouldn’t give it a chance. She played the piece on the organ, and grimaced at the screechy rhythm of it. The combination was easily comparable to that of cats tearing their claws at a chalkboard, a very unpleasant sound. It was very unforgiving to her poor ears, but she didn’t let the horrid music place a halt on her progress. She was already halfway in the combination, so and it would be wasteful to let it all go to way. With the final note pressed, a hidden passageway was revealed to her left as a part of the wall slid open. “Well that’s new,” Daring chuckled. “Thanks, kind stranger.” Leaving the organ behind, she delved deep into the depths of the new hallway. It was tall enough for Daring to walk through comfortably, but compared to the rest of the castle it was incredibly small. Cobwebs littered the low ceilings with their sticky appendages, and a seemingly dark fog clung to the ground like carpet. The torches holstered in their metal nests on the side of the wall provided Daring with enough light, so naturally she took one with her. Unfortunately as she walked further into the passageway, the flame suddenly fled. There was no wind. It was a sign of magic. Her vision was wiped away when the flames disappeared, forcing Daring to use the walls as a way to trudge forward. Deeper on, the chilling air around her was suddenly dropped down like an elevator with its supports suddenly snapped. She usually liked to leave her vest unbuttoned, but the unnatural coldness forced her hands. Perhaps shorts and a t-shirt were not the best choices she could have made for this journey. The frigid atmosphere embraced her body like an unwanted lover, feeling every inch of her curves. Her nips shivered and tingled as the chill closed in on her, and her lips felt like they were kissed by Death. She tried to shoe it away by partially hugging herself for warmth, but the air did not stay its hands. Every once in a while, a mouthful of spider webs would become present by splashing upon Daring’s face, causing her to sputter in disgust. The minutes of walking were seemingly turned into hours of hiking. How long was Daring in the hallways? Was night already turning to day up on the surface? Sooner or later, this darkness would blind her eyes if she didn’t get any light soon. As the hallway turned left, her wishes were answered as a faint blue glow appeared at the end. Her slow walk suddenly paced up to a sprint. At the end of the hallway was a large, circular chamber lit up with blue torch flames. The walls and floor were littered with runes and faded images, and the enormous support pillars were black and smooth to touch like glass. In the center was a circular platform with stairs flowing downward from it like water ripples. Decorating to top of the platform was a strange altar of some sorts. A tall, black pedestal with three horns surrounding a blue crystal cut in the shape of a crescent moon on top. Daring inched towards the treasure with caution. This was obviously a shrine dedicated to Luna, and Daring knew that from the scriptures about the Moon Mistress, the Alicorn loved secret passageways and traps. Especially traps. She tested the stone tiles around her, carefully avoiding the runes themselves. She could never tell if magic was lingering inside them or not, and she didn’t want to find out by accidently tapping into them. With enough time and patience, Daring finally reached the crystal moon. Close inspections revealed that the crystal was embedded in the pedestal, but it looked like it could be pulled out. Normally, Daring wouldn’t be so rash and just grab whatever she can, but there was something about the crystal moon that made it important to pull out. She tried to shake out the temptation, but the moon. The moon had to be pulled! Holding a tight grip on its curved body, Daring thrust it skyward. Everything happened so quickly. The cracks in the walls were suddenly pouring out dark smoke and were soon clouding around her body, trapping Daring in their surprisingly tight grip. Her arms and legs were spread far apart from each other, holding Daring in the air in a star-like position. It was a situation that she had been in repeatedly for so many times before, yet this time it felt way more invasive. Her breasts were being handled, being cupped and squeezed a lot. She could feel the crotch of her shorts being cuddle by the dark mist, which was considerably impossible if it wasn’t for magic. Daring could feel her clothes being tugged on, and her ample ass cheeks were being slapped by passing streaks of coldness as if she was being whipped there. She cried out with red warmth in her cheeks each time it happened. “Hey quit it!” Daring angrily yelled with shame clearly etched over her face. Weren’t you expecting this to happen though? You, the Daring Do? Daring craned her head around, searching for the source of the new voice. “Who’s that? Are you the one holding me against my will? Show yourself, coward!” The voice, dark and alluring, chuckled with amusement. If that is how you prefer your cup of tea to be, then so shall be it. In front of the pedestal, some of the fog began to swirl around, most of them pouring from the object itself. A column rose high from the smoke, and a figure could be seen inside it as if it was there all along. The unidentified shadow stepped out from the dark veil, her left hand on her hips. Her skin was pale as moonlight, and her dragon-like eyes were ghostly green. A pair of dark wings extended from her back, and her mane looked like it was weaved the vast vacuum of space, capturing the images of the stars. Her cutie mark was very unique, being a purple blotch with a silver moon, but the features that caught Daring’s attention the most were her exposed curves. Breasts the size of full sacks of gold had adorned her chest with dark blue areolas decorating them, and her butt looked full and supple like packed pillows. The very definition of a Goddess of Sex, but Daring knew who this mare really was. “Nightmare Moon,” Daring Do said, putting on her best smirk. “I thought you were defeated.” Nightmare Moon prowled around Daring as the fog lowered her down to eye-level. “Yes I was, but that loss was only temporary. Did you not recall the tale, Daring? Didn’t your mother tell you the stories of these decrepit ruins?” “Sorry to say that I don’t. Maybe you can remind me?” Daring asked politely, although clearly with sass. As the dark Alicorn made another pass around her, her eyes couldn’t help but draw towards her ass. Nightmare Moon let out another amused huff. “How charming you are. You see, the story goes that a thousand years ago, I was banished to the moon. Everypony assumed that Celestia had won, but that’s not the entire pie. Not every part of me was seal away on the moon back then. I still had a piece of me here, kept safe here in this very room. This allowed me to keep tabs on the progress of Equestria as I had a link, a way to continue watching the world as I spent my time on the moon.” Daring analyzed the story carefully and glued together the pieces. She smirked as a hypothesis formed. “So I’m guessing this piece of you held quite a bit of your powers? Is that why you were defeated a second time?” Nightmare Moon signed. “Regrettably, yes. Upon my return, I have planned to retrieve the part of my soul I left here. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to get it back as those accursed mares were almost near the Elements of Harmony.” “And let me guess, you left this part of your soul here to bide your time again?” Nightmare Moon nodded, although staring at her as if she was some sort of animal that performed a trick correctly. “How clever you are. Yes I planned to use this soul as a fail-safe plan. The Elements of Harmony may have snipped me away from Luna, but a part of me was still here, thus allowing me to slowly regain my powers once more.” She stopped behind Daring to look at her hands, making a gripping motion with them. She was able to make fists, but a puff of smoke came out of them every time she closed her fingers. “However, it seems that you have interrupted my regeneration a little early. I’m not quite powerful enough to take on Celestia now… ” A high-pitched yelp escaped Daring’s throat as she suddenly felt her ass slapped. It felt like a million metal paddles had crashed upon her poor posterior. A deafening clap bounced around the chamber, “but I’m still quite strong enough to tame a silly filly like you.” Daring Do managed out a weak groan. The cold grip of the fog was draining her. “Hey, don’t do that.” Nightmare Moon cooed. “Aww, what’s the matter? Where was that fire that was inside you earlier?” “I still got some fight left in me,” Daring insisted, struggling against her cloudy bonds. They failed to yield. “Don’t you worry, my little filly. I’ve got big plans for you,” Nightmare Moon said, circling around to the front of Daring. “What do you mean?” she frowned. “Well as you can already tell, I’m still going overthrow Equestria. The problem back then was that I didn’t have an army with me, so this time I’m going to gain some underlings. And you, Daring, are going to be my right-hand mare.” “Not even in your dreams, Nightmare,” Daring growled. “We shall see,” Nightmare smirked. Daring flinched as the Alicorn suddenly wrapped her arms around her hips, the bountiful breasts pressed against hers. Her dark hands greedily groped Daring’s round butt cheeks. “After all, I know everything there is about you.” “How?” Daring demanded, biting back a dirty moan. “I’ve already told you, Daring. Weren’t you listening? I kept tabs on Equestria through here, and your fantastic feats were enough to make it on my book.” Nightmare Moon’s lips closed in Daring’s right ear. “In the process, I also happened to learn where your weaknesses really are.” A small squeak escaped Daring’s lungs as Nightmare Moon suckled on the tip of her ear and bit her lower lips to prevent a stupid smile growing on her face. It didn’t block the growing redness on her face though. Down below, she could feel Nightmare’s hand tucking underneath her shorts, lovingly rubbing her wetting slit. It was cold down there, but with Nightmare’s touch it was growing warm again. “F- fuck… ” “Such dirty language. I’ll have to clean your mouth with soap later after this,” Nightmare Moon whispered. “Go die in a pit,” Daring uttered. Nightmare clicked her tongue, disappointed with Daring’s choice of words. “I’ll have to punish you for those words.” Before Daring could dish out another sassy remark, her tongue was shushed by Nightmare’s sudden kiss. She tried to pull back, but the fog ushered her deeper into her lips and tongue. Their tongues wrestled for complete control of the situation, but Daring was no match for the Mistress of Nightmares’ masterful performance. Like a snake, Nightmare’s tongue curled over and under Daring’s, coiling around the adventurer’s senses. Just before Nightmare pulled back from the kiss, Daring felt something hot slide down her throat. “What did you do to me?” she weakly coughed. “Just a little bit of magic,” Nightmare mischievously smirked, “a way to keep your rude tone under check.” “What do you mean?” “Well let’s test it out, shall we?” Daring protested a little as she saw Nightmare move a pointed finger down towards the crotch of her shorts once more. Her gripe soon turned into a loud moan, a web of electric pleasure shooting out from where Nightmare Moon made indirect contact with Daring’s clit underneath the thin layers of cloth. “Gaahaah! What the Tartarus did you put in me!?” Daring growled, although it was under her loud moan. “Do you want to take a guess?” Nightmare smirked. “I would rather you tell me right no– Ah ha ha!” Nightmare suddenly placed her foot on her crotch, sitting back on a dark throne of fog. A shocking wave of heat flooded over Daring’s body, her senses suddenly multiplying through the roof. Daring gritted her teeth to block out the sensual messages, but even that proved useless to the barrages. Absolute exposure. “If you really wish for a goddess to spill her secrets, then so shall be it. In laymare’s terms, I have triggered deep portion of your body’s senses. Primal needs and all.” “You pushed me towards my heat cycle!?” Daring bellowed, receiving a slight rub on her crotch from Nightmare’s toe. A scream tore through Daring’s throat as she experienced brief heaven. “Not only that, but I also gave you some essence with aphrodisiac properties.” “F- fuck you,” Daring breathed. “And that’s exactly what you’re going to be doing.” Nightmare revealed more of her precious garden to Daring’s view, parting her lower lips with two fingers. A trail of liquid leaked down from her pink clams. “You’ll begin by tending to my needs. It has been a thousand years since I had to pleasure of partaking procreative activities. While you’re not a stallion, you’ll have to do for now.” A sting of discomfort struck Daring. “Hey! Just because I don’t have a cock doesn’t mean I’m good in bed.” A small grin graced Nightmare’s lips again. “You want to prove yourself?” “If it means making you wrong, then yes!” The foggy bonds around Daring’s limbs let go, letting Daring drop her bum on the cushy mist. When she looked up, her eyes were met with Nightmare’s delicious-looking pussy. Nightmare didn’t say a word as Daring stared at it. The explorer talked big, but now free from her restraints, she suddenly felt a little nervous. Nightmare Moon may be an enemy to Equestria, but the idea of pleasing a goddess was daunting. Daring also hadn’t slept with anypony in years. She dreaded that her skills may have traces of rust on them if they fully weren’t already. However, this was a whole new challenge to Daring, and was as big as any other she had to face before. No turning back from this Rubicon now. Tongue first, Daring thrust her head into Nightmare’s leaking marehood, sliding the tip of her mouth muscle up and down the trench. Nightmare didn’t utter a single sound, but Daring could see an unexpected soft smile on her face. Daring continued to coat her flower with her slimy tongue, tasting the salty waters. The stench of sex was clearly present, filling Daring’s nose with its desirable smell. The heat from her cunt was very uncomfortable, so Daring drifted a hand down to pleasure herself. If Nightmare Moon had any objections to it, she didn’t voice them, but the Alicorn looked more than okay to let it happen. Time was difficult to judge with her senses whacked, but her tired tongue suggested that at least a good half an hour had passed by since she started licking. Her neck felt stressed, the heat was growing more and more unbearable, and she needed to rest. Sleep was tempting until she felt a hand caressing the back of her head. From there, a pulse of energy showered over Daring’s body, revitalizing her senses. “Continue. I’m almost ready.” Ready? Ready for what? Nightmare Moon’s comment made Daring think a little, but the heat cycle pushed that out of the way faster than a train to a bale of hay. Daring moved to suckle on Nightmare’s clitoris while her other set of fingers stroked the insides of the inner pink halls. A small victory was achieved a slight moan came out of Nightmare. Somehow, Daring was happy to have that reach her ears. “You’re doing good, Daring. Doing very good,” Nightmare smiled as if she was Daring was a pet who performed a trick well. A couple of long moments passed before she softly patted Daring’s head away from her pussy. “Enough. You did very well. I believe you deserve a small reward.” Daring panted with her tongue limped out, her clothes sweaty and sticky. She could feel her teats clinging onto her shirt, and her shorts and undergarments were a very wet mess. Nightmare could see hunger in Daring’s eyes as she stared at her plentiful, bouncing tits. By Nightmare’s will, a gothic bed with bat-themed posts arose behind Daring from the fog and she held her in a princess carry to it. Daring sputtered as Nightmare’s breasts were suddenly shoved into her face. When Nightmare dropped Daring onto the mattress, the fog began to pull off Daring’s ruined clothes gently while its mistress drew closer. With the thin shields gone, Nightmare pinned Daring’s arms to the bed, licking her lips as she eyed the explorer’s vulnerable curves like a wild cougar. “Ready for the fun part?” Nightmare asked with half-lidded eyes. Daring would have normally retorted with back talk, but her clouded mind said otherwise. “Y- yes mistress. I’m ready.” A long series of loud moans were drawn out from Daring’s lungs as Nightmare Moon traced her fingers around the sensitive parts of her body, mainly around her breasts, the sides of her belly, and ears. After a while, Nightmare’s hands went to prioritize keeping Daring’s legs spread while Nightmare began feasting upon her drenched marehood. The fog assisted with the love making by taking hold of Daring’s breasts, a part of it shafting through her chest buns. It interestingly felt warm despite it being… well fog. Another fog cock slid down her throat, and Daring greedily accepted it. After a good amount of suckling, she could feel warm water running down her throat and across her belly, but the fog’s riding on her mouth and body didn’t cease. The nature of magic was confusing, but the fact that a fog shaft was hotdogging her breasts was a definition of absurdity. Daring had heard of tentacle erotica, but she never thought she would experience from thin clouds. She had almost forgotten about Nightmare until she inserted her fingers in her delicate wetness. Daring arched her back with another loud call as her naughty cunt received a partial prize of what it truly wanted. No, what she needed. “Is my little pet enjoying her reward?” Nightmare cooed as she continued to explore Daring’s wet caverns. A long, low moan was the only response she received, and that’s what she wanted to hear. Obedience. Nightmare Moon suddenly stood up and snapped her wet fingers. The fog tentacles withdrew their touch from Daring, causing the explorer to whimper slightly. “H- hey. Why did you stop?” Her fingers drifted towards her drippy, hot marehood, but Nightmare placed a stop to it with her magical grip. “Don’t touch yourself in front of me unless I allow it. Understand?” “B- but I need thi– ” “Understand?” Daring’s ear wilted back at the sudden demand and pouted, her eyes forming large puppy eyes. Nightmare Moon didn’t sway. Resigning, Daring surrendered with a nod. “Good. Your last task before I can truly give you the reward you desire is to make me cum. Do this and I shall reward you greatly.” Daring nodded again. Nightmare darkly smirked as she lied next to Daring with her head on the pillows, conjuring something else out of thin air in her right hand. It was a great, black strap-on with the length of a very healthy stallion. Much larger than any of the other stallions Daring had been with before. Her mouth watered with anticipation. The strap-on was then tossed into her hands. “You are to wear this device and please me, your mistress, until I reach climax. Are we clear?” Daring inspected the inside of the strap-on to see if there was anything on the other side. Nope. The pleasure tool was only one-sided. Through the thickness of her heated, lust-addled mind, Daring could tell what the challenge Nightmare Moon was urging her into. Buck Nightmare Moon before Daring lost her mind to her early heat cycle, which was ruining her marehood like the sweltering sun to an ice bowl full of ice cream on a hot summer day. With no time to lose, Daring equipped the weapon and faced towards Nightmare, her plastic dong standing tall. Nightmare Moon parted her lower lips once more. “The Temple of Shadows awaits you, Daring Do.” With a brief grunt, Daring placed her hands on Nightmare’s knees and positioned the head just above her entrance. Swift as a coursing river, Daring plunged the toy deep into Nightmare, earning a short cry of delight from the Alicorn. “Ah yes! A great start!” Nightmare shouted, satisfied with Daring’s initiative. “But can you maintain your fight?” Daring drew the toy out halfway. “Yes I can,” Daring replied before roughly digging back in again. The task was long and hard, and the heat inside Daring was growing stronger and more stressful with each moment. It was sexually painful to Daring, but also served as a great motivation to succeed her test. Daring started out with missionary, but soon it became clear to her that Nightmare wanted more from her. Daring pulled out before sitting upright, legs stretched out and forward before pulling Nightmare’s marehood closer to her tool. Nightmare leaned her back against Daring’s thighs as the explorer extraordinaire pounded her hips into her, feeling a great amount of the mortal’s might. Daring then leaned forward to massage Nightmare’s teats with her lips and tongue. A foxy smile was on Nightmare’s lips. “Mmmh, I can see you’re live up to your name.” “What can I say? I’m full of surprises, lady,” Daring breathed between her licks. Daring began to mix in a few gentle nibbles with her licks, earning a couple bonus cries from Nightmare. When several more long minutes have passed, Daring decided to switch tactics and unhooked from Nightmare before getting her knees. She lifted Nightmare’s left leg high in the air with she threw her plastic cock into her wet cave in a scissor-like position. Doggie-style came after that, as well as the Wild Bull Rider. As Daring desperately bucked her hips, sweat rained down from her body like a storm, contributing to Nightmare’s own pool of salt water. She didn’t know how long it would take until Nightmare’s climax but if she can’t finish soon, she will pass out like a burnt-out light bulb. Her head felt light as a cloud, and she could feel her breathing getting shallower. Just as she was about to lose all hope, Nightmare Moon suddenly booped her nose. “W- whut?” Daring tiredly mumbled. “You know what? I like your determination. It’s as strong as a dragon. To be honest, I’m quite impressed you have actually lasted this long. You’ll make a great general of my army,” Nightmare smirked. “What does that mean?” Nightmare Moon removed the strap-on from Daring as she stood up. Nightmare’s horn glowed once more, bathing her drenched marehood in a dark glow. “It means you finally get what you’ve worked for. Behold, your treasure!” Daring watched in awe as a long, titanic shaft grew out from the depths of the Alicorn’s pussy, stopping at a whooping fifteen inches. A powerful tingling sensation erupted from downstairs as well as fright. “There’s no way that’ll fit in me,” Daring concluded. But the godlike cock was what she was exactly craving almost the entire night. “Oh don’t worry.” Nightmare Moon pulled Daring’s cunt up towards her mammoth cock. She could feel it throbbing on her poor slit. A perverted grin grew on Nightmare’s lips. “It will.” It all happened so fast, but Daring’s body was soon invaded as Nightmare drove her W.M.D. into her cunt. It was intolerably painful at first, but soon became a shocking span of sensual sensations of the century. At least, that’s what it felt to Daring as her senses were pounded senseless. Nightmare was ruthless with her iron-like dick, drilling her cock deep into Daring’s depths. Daring knew that if Nightmare wanted to, she could tear a new hole into her body, but the Alicorn was benevolent enough to not impart such a punishment to her. In the process of Nightmare dominating her, Daring was bent down like a dog, had her back held up against the wall, dangerously fucked in the air, and most of the time, had her teeth clenched down on a pillow hard. Nightmare wasn’t going to let her go. She had plans for her, and Daring felt they were going to be more than long-term. She could see herself working overtime a lot in her future. Nightmare had returned back to missionary position with her above Daring, relentlessly attacking Daring’s pussy long and hard. Bellows and screams filled the air as they fucked. Daring was nearing her limit before Nightmare howled at the top of her lungs, “I’m going to cum!” “Me too!” Daring cried back, her lungs feeling abused. Daring should have felt concern if Nightmare came inside of her, but honestly she wanted nothing more than for her mistress to do the dirty deed. Cum was all that occupied her mind for the past hours. She wanted to cum, wanted cum inside of her! “Cum inside me, Nightmare!” With one last shout, Nightmare shoved her cock as deep as she could in Daring and hosed the inside of Daring’s womb, filling it to the brim. Daring’s heat was soon drenched by the new hotness, and it felt as if she was being enveloped by a star. It was a gorgeous moment of euphoria, and boosted the roof of elevated pleasure. The two mares panted out their exhaustion, with Nightmare collapsed on top of Daring. As Nightmare pulled out, the bed was soon flooded by excess cum. Daring could feel Nightmare pressing her lips against the side of her neck, and a burning sensation was imprinted on there. As Nightmare parted her lips away from her neck, a purple mark of Nightmare’s cutie mark was birthed on there. “Welcome to my ranks, Daring Do. We’ll do great things together, you and I.” *~*~* “And that’s how we got our funding.” The other ladies in the room blinked at Nightmare’s last statement. “Wait what?” Sunset Shimmer spoke up first. “Funding? You mean our operations so far were single handedly provided by this Daring Do?” “She’s a fantastic author of literature. A very famous and rich one.” Nightmare held up glass of wine to her lips, slaying the thirst that had grown in her throat while recounting the tale to her fellow villainesses. “She’s the only reason why we have our base, and I’m grateful for that.” “Wow,” Trixie whispered, loud enough for the others to hear. “You scored big.” Nightmare emptied the rest of the content down into her stomach and settled the glass down. A great laugh was released from her. “You got that damn right.” Author's Note Chapter written by the stupendous Chaotic Note. Let's hear it for him once you stop drooling! Trixie- The Great and Powerful Performance (By Naughty_Ranko)Trixie- The Great and Powerful Performance (By Naughty_Ranko) “Ha!” Trixie proclaimed. “Your conquests are nothing. Let the Great and Powerful Trixie dazzle you with her adventures and sexual prowess.” “Groupies don't count,” Chrysalis said flatly. Trixie blinked and coughed uncomfortably. “Well, no matter. Trixie has many tales to tell. In fact let Trixie regale you with the story of her greatest conquest. You can boast of coupling with lesser species all you want, but Trixie has been with someone who is more than just a man.” “Oh, great,” Nightmare Rarity rolled her eyes. “Here comes the Ursa Major story again.” “Ew, don't be revolting,” she protested. “No, Trixie speaks of the awesome sexual might that is a Minotaur!” * * * It was some time after her … unlucky encounter with Twilight Snarkle that the Great and Powerful Trixie journeyed to the city known as Fillydelphia. “Hey, check it out,” Gilda said. “Her third person narration is actually useful for something for a change.” Be quiet, you Griffon buffoon! As Trixie was saying before she was so rudely interrupted, she had scheduled a spectacular comeback show. It was to be the event of the year for the citizens of Fillydelphia. With money acquired through hard work on a rock farm … Stop snickering, Moon Child! … she had procured all new props and stage backgrounds. She was just about to finish setting up the fireworks display, uh, I mean checking that the Theatre of Living Arts was up to code, so her awesome magic powers wouldn't set it aflame, when they entered the hall. Three stage hands began removing the backgrounds. Trixie approached them with unruffled calm of course. “Excuse me! What in the flaming hoof do you think you're doing?” Then he came to the stage, a Minotaur so large he even dwarfed members of his own species and well-muscled, too. You could see as much, because for some strange reason he never wore a shirt. But the necktie on his muscular chest did have a spectacular effect. He stood there like a demi-god and spread his arms wide. “Get rid of all this crap! We have to set up. Oh, but keep the fireworks. We can use those.” “What is the meaning of this?” Trixie demanded to know, crossing her arms in front of her chest, which had the effect of amplifying her already voluptuous bosom. “Who are you?” He pulled out a brochure and handed it to her. Iron Will's Assertiveness Seminar! Tonight 7 p.m. Theatre of the Living Arts. “I know Iron Will's charisma is overwhelming, but you are not dreaming.” He looked Trixie up and down, licking his lips and then pointed at her breasts. “Want me to sign those for you? I get that a lot.” Trixie slapped the quickly drawn pen out of his hand. “Don't you dare mess with perfection! I am the Great and Powerful Trixie! And Trixie has booked this venue for tonight!” He frowned and took out a small pocket calendar. “Not according to Iron Will's schedule.” He actually had the audacity to wave Trixie off. “Shoo, little girl. You can do your strip show some other time.” “Strip show?” Trixie's new costume was tailor made. True, it showed off a lot more skin than the old one, but to be mistaken for a stripper. “The Grreat and Powerrful Trrixie demands an apology, for she is the most talented magician in all of Equestria!” The Minotaur grunted and got right up in Trixie's face. “Never apologize, when you can criticize! Why didn't you check with your agent? Irrron Will will perform tonight!” “The Grrrreat and Powerrrrful Trrrrixie doesn't make mistakes. It's you who is in the wrong. And one other thing: Trixie doesn't like people who continually refer to themselves in the third person!” “Well, Irrrrron Will doesn't like people who rrrrroll their 'r's!” They stared at each other for an intense moment. “Draw!” they said in unison and then turned their backs on each other, getting out their phones and pushing the speed dial for their agents. “They double-booked us,” Trixie said in annoyance as she hung up the phone. “It would appear that way,” Will agreed grumpily. “Well, Iron Will isn't giving up his performance! Never step back, when you can charge ahead.” “Trixie is not backing down either! So what are you gonna do about it?” He blinked. “Huh. Normally that line settles it.” But then he pulled himself together and waved a finger in Trixie's face. “There's only one way to do this. Iron Will challenges you to a Stage-Off!” “Fine. Trixie accepts! You're going down tonight, Copper Phil!” “Hah! Iron Will pities the fool who thinks they can beat him in a Stage-Off! You might wanna put on some clothes, little girl, or the crowd will have to bleach their eyes after the show.” “HAH! You might wanna try breath mints or the audience will pass out from the smell before the fun even starts.” The stage was set. That night Fillydelphia would have the great honor of seeing The Great and Powerful Trixie curb stomp Iron Will in the Stage-Off of the decade. * * * “Hang on,” Sunset Shimmer said with a raised hand. “As much as I enjoy a good trash talk, but what in the hoof is a Stage-Off?” “It's a sacred tradition amongst performers to work out their differences,” Trixie explained. “They both take the stage and try to outperform each other. The ultimate winner as well as the challenges are decided upon by the audience.” “Wasn't there supposed to be sex in this story?” Nightmare Rarity asked in a bored voice. “Trixie was getting to that, before Twilight Snarkle Mk. 0 here interrupted her,” she contested. “Now do you want to hear this or not?” “Hmm,” was the unanimous answer from the other five. * * * That night the biggest crowd Fillydelphia had ever seen turned up for the ultimate showdown. “The Great and Powerful Trixie vs. Iron Will.” Of course Trixie looked gorgeous on the posters. Though admittedly the photo of Iron Will emphasized his … size. Every spectator was asked to fill out a questionnaire upon entering the event hall, putting down which spectacular feats they wanted to see performed by the two rivals. Then the show began with a spectacular fireworks display, of Trixie's making least you forget, and the announcement sounded. “Good evening, Fillydelphia!!! Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we bring you the Battle of the Sexes. The Last-Minute Stage-Off between two of Equestria's top performers. In the red corner with a height of 6 feet 8 inches and a fighting weight of 220 lbs. The Lean, Mean Assertiveness Machine. The indomitable … IRRRON WIIILLLL!!!” He did a silly little routine of walking the entire length of the stage, showing off his muscles and putting a hand to his ear to fish for more applause. What a pathetic act, but he did get some applause. “And in the blue corner with a height of 5 feet 5 inches and a bra size of 34D. The Mystical Mistress of Magic. The Great and Powerful … TRIXXXIIIEEE!!!” Trixie put a hand on her hip and sauntered out onto the stage, showing of her generous curves. Of course the crowd went wild immediately. She walked along the edge of the stage, pausing once to wink at her adoring fans and went on to conjure up a light breeze that made her cape flutter out behind her to the applause of the onlookers. The skin-tight dress and pronounced cleavage did what they were supposed to do to the male demographic. The announcer went on. “The votes have been tallied and three performances have been selected. We will now start with the first competition!” At the top of the stage a large electronic billboard began to display random symbols until it settled on a single set of words: ROUND 1 – STRIPTEASE! “You gotta be kidding me,” Trixie said. “You're the one who didn't want to put any restrictions on the contest,” Iron Will argued with a grin. “Getting too hot for you? If you can't cut it, beat it. Cause Iron Will is serving the beef!” Trixie had tried for a while to attract more mature audiences to her shows and this seemed like a good way to do it. But she graciously allowed her opponent to begin. The Minotaur didn't really have a lot to strip, so for the most part his performance consisted of doing exercises to the beat of 'Eye of the Tiger', punches, kicks and generally showing off his biceps. Of course the female audience members swooned over that and Trixie had to admit to herself that his torso, covered in sweat, did make her feel hot. For the grande finale he walked right up front, ripped off his pants and did some hip thrusts with his hands held behind the back of his head. With the black thong he was wearing there wasn't a lot left to the imagination. “Really? Tear-Away Pants?” Trixie harrumphed, when he passed her after he was done. “That's so 90s.” “Well, Iron Will wants to see you do better!” “Trixie certainly will,” she said confidently and moved forward to the beat of 'Call On Me'. Using her magic, she conjured up a metal pole in the center of the stage and threw herself vigorously against it. As she whirled around, the hard shaft firmly pressed between her thighs and one hand on the pole, her cape fluttered out behind her once again. She used her free hand to take off her magician's hat and with impeccable aim threw it right in the Minotaur's face. She got on all fours and slowly crept forward towards the audience. She could see the men pushing and shoving to get to the first row and bit her fingernail to egg them on even more. Getting up on her knees, she shook her head, so the glitter in her light blue hair caught the stage lights perfectly. Then she reached behind her back and loosened the straps that held her dress behind the neck. She stood up and turned around. Holding her cape away from her body, she gave them a good view of her shaking hips as the dress slipped down inch by inch, finally revealing her perky cheeks beneath her panties. Leisurely she kicked the dress into the audience, several men diving after the piece of clothing. She intended to keep her panties on, along with the garter belt, stockings and corset that went along with it. Men liked that sort of thing more than a fully naked body most of the time. But she was prepared to lose one more piece of fabric to clinch this first round. Facing the crowd again, she smiled and drew the cloak about her shoulders, denying the view of her gorgeous body once more. She could see the pain on the faces of the men. But after a moment her hand emerged from inside the cloak, holding her bra. Loud clapping and whistling ensued as she let the bra circle over her head and then let it fly as well. Farther this time, after all the cheap seats should have the chance to bask in her glory as well. Then it was time for the finisher. She twirled around again. So far she hadn't revealed her full glory and Iron Will would be the first to get the pleasure, she decided. Making the cloak disappear with her magic there were only two star-shaped stickers covering her nipples. He gulped at the sight. Satisfied with her rival's reaction, she spread her arms wide and let herself fall back, off the stage and into the crowd. Many cupped a feel as they carried their goddess on their hands around the whole arena, before returning her to the stage. But that was fine. The music was over and Trixie stood on the stage, basking in the lustful gazes of the men and the jealous looks of the women present. The roar and the whistling spoke for themselves. When it finally started to die down, she blew one last kiss at them and stood next to Iron Will. The announcer's voice filled the hall once more. “The applause for both performances has been measured. The winner of the first round is Trixie!” “Ha!” she laughed. “Was there ever any doubt?” “This ain't over yet. You make me lose, I blow my fuse! The game has just begun.” “Alright, folks,” the announcement came over the speakers. “Get ready for Round 2!” Once again the billboard sprang to life and our next contest was revealed. ROUND 2 – BLOWJOB! * * * “Hang on,” Nightmare Rarity interrupted again, covering her eyes with one hand. “I thought this audience was made up of people going to see a magic show and an assertiveness seminar. How did they come up with such ridiculous contests?” Trixie coughed. “Well, what neither of us knew at that point was that the reason we were double-booked, was because there was some kind of erotica convention happening in town. Thus the scarceness of venues. Also the posters with the tag-line Battle of the Sexes may have been a bit misleading.” “This is starting to get interesting,” Chrysalis said. “Sex in public. Kinky.” “Yes, well,” Trixie replied, after having a drink to wet her throat and replacing the cup in her cup-holder. “Perhaps this time Trixie will be allowed to finish without further interruption.” “By all means, continue,” Nightmare Moon said. * * * “You're joking.” Trixie hadn't expected this turn of events. Iron Will on the other hand seemed more than happy to oblige. Due to his enormous strength it was an easy task for him to grab Trixie by her shoulders and push her to her knees. “You don't wanna disappoint your fans, you lick my glans.” “Spare Trixie the rhyming. Let's see what you got.” And he did have something, let Trixie tell you. The entire audience gasped, when he pulled out his thing. Minotaurs were known for their massive size of course, but seeing the giant instrument dangle in front of her face, even Trixie had to gulp. “No way she can take that,” she could hear someone in the crowd say. Of course Trixie has never in her life backed down from a challenge. She would show them how great and powerful she really was. She carefully took the shaft in both her hands and began to knead it. It was so long that the tip was still sticking out and so thick that her fingers were unable to reach around the entire width of it. Sticking out her tongue, she teased him by circling around the entire tip. Will grunted in response and Trixie could feel the blood veins throbbing underneath her fingers, making the member stiff and hard. Her hands deftly moved up and down and soon she wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck while still moving her tongue in a circular motion. The audience was stunned into silence from her skill. The directional microphones picked up and amplified the slurping sounds. A strong scent rose to her nostrils as the Minotaur started to excrete precum. “You better keep yourself in check. Being too fast will cost you points,” Trixie said with glee. She gave it another lick and then repositioned the giant cock between her breasts, coating her cleavage with the sticky mixture of saliva and clear cum. She pressed her breasts together with her hands and began moving her upper body up and down. Soon Iron Will was no longer able to withstand the pleasure and began to move his hips in rhythm. Then he grabbed on to Trixie's head, forcing her to look up at him. “Don't be shy, look 'em in the eye.” “Oh, you haven't seen anything yet,” Trixie said seductively, rubbing one finger over the tip of his dick and then took it into her mouth again. Will grabbed her boobs and now really began to grind his hips now, losing himself in Trixie's excellent technique of a combined blowjob and titjob. Her hands free, she began to fondle his balls, each one fitting perfectly into one palm, all the while keeping eye contact as he had requested. Trixie's look was triumphant. She knew she was on her way toward winning this round and so did he. His grunting turned into an angry growl and he began to shift his position. Pushing Trixie's face against his groin, he pressed his hips forward. Trixie's eyes went wide and she gagged as he hit the back of her throat. Was he really going for it? “Deepthroat! Deepthroat! Deepthroat!” the audience chanted. Trixie looked up at him with tears standing in her eyes, hoping to convey to him that it was just not possible. But the Minotaur simply grinned and spouted another one of his catchphrases: “If it doesn't fit, never quit!” Then he gave a mighty push and his member was past the resistance within her. It was so far in that she wasn't even gagging anymore at this point. The crowd cheered wildly at the accomplishment, but he held up one hand for silence. Trixie's head was beginning to swim from the lack of oxygen. “And now, friends. The Machine Gun!” The sweet relief of him pulling back out only lasted a moment for Trixie, enough to gulp in some much needed air. Then he grabbed her head again and began hammering rapidly past her lips, fucking her mouth as though it was a pussy. Every time he pushed it all the way in, Trixie began to choke and a surge of saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, hitting her tits and soon washing away the stickers covering her nipples, which were stiff despite everything. She could feel him throbbing inside her mouth, he was almost there. So Trixie pressed her lips together in an attempt to make a seal. The amount of hot liquid rushing into her mouth was enormous, but she was determined not to be upstaged and tried to gulp everything down. But it was a losing battle, after several spurts he showed no sign of letting up and Trixie's cheeks were filled to the brim. Finally the torrent of baby batter broke free and rushed past her lips, splattering down on her breasts and staining her beautiful lingerie. Iron Will withdrew and raised one fist to the cheering audience, while Trixie could only sit there and gasp for air. “The second round goes to Iron Will!” the announcement sounded. Trixie had lost too many points by not being able to swallow it all. The Minotaur was doing a victory round, slowly circling around her and lording his victory over her. “To show 'em that you rock, choke 'em with your cock!” Trixie was on fire now. This would not stand. Being tied after the first two contests, it all came down to the final challenge. ROUND 3 – SEXUAL ASSAULT! Not losing any time, Trixie stuck out one leg and tripped her opponent. With a loud thud Iron Will landed on his back and Trixie immediately mounted him in a cowgirl position. “Fillydelphia!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “Do you wanna see Trixie take this bull by the horns?” “YEEAAHH!” one particularly excited spectator shouted. “Hmpf,” Iron Will grunted in response. “Treat me like a pushover, and you'll get the once over.” “We'll see who gets the last laugh,” Trixie replied with a malicious grin and dug her fingernails deep in the Minotaur's chest, drawing some blood in the process. He winced, but she could feel the unmistakable stir beneath her. “Ha! Trixie knew it. You're just a pathetic little excuse for a performer.” She licked the blood from her fingers almost sensually and ground her soaked panties against Will's groin. She had been wet for a while now. His animalistic nature and brute strength excited her and the experience was even more heightened by the hundreds of people staring at her exposed body. Slowly and deliberately she raised her hips. With one hand she shifted her panties to the side, with the other she took Will's once more erect cock and aimed it for her dripping hole. “Behold the awesome power that is Trixie's Great and Powerful Pussy!” Trixie moaned as the monster cock entered her fully. Biting her lip and smiling for the audience, she began to grind her hips. The feeling was incredible. Never before and never again had she been so full. The slightest movement sent an electric shock through her brain, all of her insides being stimulated at once. Will grabbed her cheeks with his huge hands and pushed her down even further with every stroke. Her pussy was on fire. Trixie bent forward and leaned in for a kiss. To his credit Will didn't even recoil from the cum that was still covering parts of her face. Instead their tongues intertwined, fighting like two panthers in the jungle for dominance. Then his strong hands moved to her breasts. “Ahhnn!” Trixie yelled in surprise as he pinched her nipples and began pulling and twisting. “Don't!” She protested. “You'll stretch them out.” With a grin he moved his face in to suck at them. At first he gently rolled her nipple around with his tongue and then without warning he bit down. It wasn't enough to leave a mark, but the mixture of pleasure and pain made Trixie scream in ecstasy nonetheless. “Oh no, Trixie has been holding it in for so long … Trixie … I … can't.” She slung her arms around Iron Will's shoulders and arched her back, her face raised to the heavens. “I'M CUMMMINNNNG!” As a wave of pleasure rushed through her from head to toe, she wasn't even aware of the gigantic cheer from the audience. She could feel her insides squeeze the minotaur cock and coat it with her love juices. Panting, she leaned against Iron Will's chest. “That was a mistake, you know,” he whispered gleefully. “You shouldn't have cum by yourself.” “Huh?” Before she could even realize what was happening, Iron Will had already pushed her off and she landed hard on the floor. “Cut in line,” he said, eyeing her magnificent rear. “I'll take what's mine.” He hooked her panties with a single finger and ripped them apart. “Wait, you can't mean,” Trixie said, seeing his throbbing cock coming closer. “No!” She tried to get away and made a dive for the front of the stage, but he caught her, grabbing her ass firmly with his strong hands and holding her in place in a doggy style position right at the edge of the stage. The tip pressed against her ass. The audience began another chant. “Drill her! Drill her! Drill her!” “Maybe, … “ she said fearfully. “Maybe if we take it slowly and use lots of lubricants.” “Maybes are for babies!” Iron Will shouted and hilted himself into her ass. “Aargh,” Trixie screamed with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Although it did hurt, lubrication was actually not too much of a problem. His member was still covered in her love juices and he still seemed to be putting out above normal amounts of precum. As he was pumping away, Trixie's eyes fell on one particular member of the audience in the front row. He was staring right at her, but that wasn't what caught her eye. He was panting heavily with one hand buried inside his trousers, the jerky movement of his hand unmistakable. He was masturbating while watching her. For some reason this thought excited Trixie. Hundreds of people were watching her getting fucked in the ass by a Minotaur. The men lusted after her and the women wanted to be in her place. Trixie turned her head to her partner. “Come on, is that all you got? Let's give them a real show!” Iron Will laughed. “Can do.” He pulled her back and grabbed her by the inner thighs, sitting back and letting gravity help in sliding his cock even further in. Trixie moaned in pleasure and slung one arm over her shoulder, holding on to his neck. She was exposed for all the world to see now, her dripping womanhood plainly visible as well as the huge cock up her anus. She had an expression of pure joy on her face as Will thrust his hips again, shaking her up and down, sending her breasts jiggling for the pleasure of the audience. Trixie couldn't help herself, so she brought her free hand down to her pussy and eagerly plunged two fingers in. With each sloshing motion, juices spilled out and lubricated Will's cock even further. Her fingers pleasured all the right spots and Will's thrusts set her mind alight, but most of all the hot gazes of the spectators gave her a sense of fulfillment she had never known before. This was the true height for a performer. “Ready for the grande finale?” she asked breathlessly. “Am I ever! In or out?” Will panted. Obviously he had been holding himself back. The tightness had almost brought him over the edge as soon as he had entered her. “What do you think?” Trixie shouted at the audience. “Cream Pie!” somebody shouted. “Paint her insides white!” another agreed. Will was only too happy to oblige and sped up for the finish. He shuddered and with one last heave pushed it in all the way, cumming with grunt. The spurts seemed even more massive than before and Trixie screamed in delight as the hot load poured into her and overflowed her ass. That feeling spurred her on and her fingers went wild inside of her, as if they had a mind of their own. She spotted her special friend in the front row again. Bringing audience participation to a whole new level, she aimed straight for him. “Ahhhhnnnn!” When she came, her juices squirted out over the front row. In appreciation he pulled out his cock fully and Trixie watched in joy as the sperm burst free in a high arch that actually reached the stage. With a smile she scooped some of it up and put it in her mouth. Then she raised her arm to wave with her last bit of strength, since Iron Will was far too spent to say anything. “Thank you, Fillydelphia! Have a good night, everybody!” She basked in the afterglow of a spectacular stage show as the standing ovations lasted for a full ten minutes. By then Will had recovered somewhat and they both took a bow together, exiting the stage arm in arm. * * * There was a moment of silence after Trixie had finished her tale of debauchery. With a silly grin on her face, she silently enjoyed the memories of the after-show-party. “So, who won?” Nightmare Moon asked with a cough, her face a little flushed. “Huh?” “The Stage-Off! Who won?” Trixie shrugged. “Why, the audience of course. That's the point of any Stage-Off. Both performers working together to increase their fan base.” “Yeah, right,” Gilda scoffed. “I'm calling bullshit. You just made that up.” “On the contrary, you neigh-sayer,” Trixie maintained. “Trixie even has proof.” She rummaged through her bags for a moment and produced five DVD cases. “We recorded the entire event. Here, you can each have a copy, courtesy of the Great and Generous Trixie herself. Obviously the title Queen of Queens belongs to her.” As the five other villainesses looked over the DVD cover, some of them showed bemusement, others incredulity and one outright shock. Trixie's eyes darted around the room nervously. “The goats had nothing to do with it. They just stood there. I swear!” Author's Note Chapter done by the beautiful Naughty_Ranko. Give her a round of applause once you clean your hands. Hah-hah... Zing.
Prologue: Sitting around, talking about sex.From distant lands, far and near. We hold our oath, as well our beer. Discriminate not wings, magic, weird crooked horn, or size of breast. Save our hate for wings, magic, weird crooked horn, that belong to pests. Our acronym spells nothing, and we blame that on Chrysy. This is the anthem of the E.C.D.F.V.. "Surely we can remove my name from the anthem..." Queen Chrysalis sat back, clicking her green painted nails listlessly against the ornate throne custom made for her. All at once, five pairs of eyes latched onto her with malice. The most senior of the group, Nightmare Moon, shook her head and waved a dismissing hand to her fellow villainess. "We would consider your request... Sadly, you are an initiate. Therefor, we certainly have no reason to consider it." Nightmare Moon smirked at her own comment. The other senior members, Gilda and Trixie, both snickered to themselves while they watched Chrysalis stew in her frustration. It was like any normal meeting of the E.C.D.F.V., or the "Evil Council of Deprived Female Villains". The older members waving their seniority over Sunset Shimmer, Chrysalis, and Nightmare Rarity. All a part of the monthly meetings. Each villainess was made their own custom throne suited to their personality... Except for Gilda who, for whatever he reasons, decided on perching herself up against a wall and leaning against it all throughout the meetings. No one really minded; after all, it freed up more room for Trixie's highly decorative 'Trix-a-Throne', the only throne in the room with a cup-holder. Nightmare Rarity and her fellow 'junior member', Sunset Shimmer, sat in near mirrored positions. Cheeks resting upon a balled fist, and eyes lazily glaring at the other girls across the room. Even still, Sunset shook her head and sat up in her seat, fixing her gaze to look at Nightmare Moon. "Mmm, yeah. Hah-hah. Can we just get to the first order of business?" Brunt as she was, Nightmare Moon waved her on to start the meeting as she saw fit, "Good. Now... Has anyone had any successful plans in taking over anything?" Silence. Every villainess in the room anxiously shifted away from looking Sunset Shimmer head on. Trixie started to twiddle her thumbs together, Gilda made a 'nonchalant' whistling, Nightmare Rarity opted to start checking her nails, Chrysalis even started poking at her horn as if it had suddenly became interesting to her. Nightmare Moon, however, huffed and ran a hand down her arm, trying to think to herself before she spoke. "...Really... We will take anything," still, no one answered even when Nightmare Moon urged them to say something, "...Not even a deli? Nothing at all?" Just like every meeting, no progress was made in their main mission. As evil as they were and as powerful as they were... They never actually did anything truly productive for any of their 'evil agendas'. On record, the last evil act they ever did was when Gilda kicked the pizza guy in the crotch and Sunset Shimmer stole his car. It was pretty evil... Until the police came and charged both of them with grand theft auto and assault. But, up until that point: pretty evil. Really, none of them wanted to say it out loud, but it was something they all were frightfully aware of. As long as there were six girls with a rainbow shooting God Tool, they reeked as villains. But... There was something they all could agree on and talk about with a great ease at their meetings. Nightmare Moon slid back in her chair, letting her slender legs roll out on the floor at the balls of her feet before rolling her shoulders. Then, slowly, she addressed the group into the topic they normally fell into no matter what. "...At least we're gorgeous." Everyone perked up when they heard Nightmare Moon bring that up. Gilda joined in on Nightmare Moon's tail and laughed to herself. "Try sexy. Dead sexy," She dipped her thumbs into her jacket pockets as a swell of pride came back to her. "Lets not forget we are queens of the bedroom tango as well, dears," Nightmare Rarity brought up, a momentary bite to her lip causing the other girls to start to give giddy giggles. Suddenly, everyone of them was thrown into a tizzy about their latest 'adventures' exploiting their feminine wiles; or, in Gilda's case, brute force typically. Each of them was getting into spinning yarns of this and that, all but Trixie. Trixie had pulled her legs up onto her seat, crossing them and sinking herself into a moment of thought. Everyone was too consumed with their own discussions to notice Trixie as she was thinking; that is why when she spoke a question to all of them, they were thrown off the rails. "But... Who is the queen of queens?" Though Trixie quietly mused the question, each and every villainess couldn't stop themselves from snapping their attention to the girl, "Who is indeed to best slayer of men and or women? Who is truly the greatest in sexuality? Who is the queen of queens?" A pause. Not a pause of people thinking, mind you. But a pause for everyone to glance at the other with narrowed eyes. When that pause finally settled, all at once in a chorus of hands being thrown into the air followed by voices to suit, "I am!" Before a rift between the girls could be drawn, Nightmare Moon stomped her foot firmly against the floor and stood out of her chair. "Hold, my sisters! We have many troubles already without us arguing amongst each other!" Many mouths closed before they could let loose ready insults, "Instead... Allow us to do it the old fashion way... We each get one try to regale the rest of our cavalcade of evil about a time they took part in a sexual endeavor. Whoever has the best tale, we will crown the queen of queens. Are we all agreed?" Not one voiced a complaint. If it meant showing up each other and proving they were better, they were all willing to throw their lots in. Everyone sat back in their chairs, or against the wall, and nodded to Nightmare Moon. "Very good... Who would like to start our little sordid game of delights?"
Nightmare Moon- A Daring Do. (By Chaotic Note)"Feh," Nightmare Moon remarked, casually tossing the DVD behind her and dismissing the stunned look she once had, "A... Cute effort, to say the least... The very least. But allow me to tell you of a real story of lust. Then we shall see who the queen of queens true is." *~*~* Brittle twigs screamed as they were snapped in half underneath Daring Do’s boots. The cold, howling winds did not stray her away as she braved on in her trusty vest, tight white t-shirt and shorts. The crazy shrubs and vines were desperately trying to impede her progress, brushing her exposed legs, but were no match for the bite of her keen machete. The Everfree Forest was on the spirited explorer’s agenda tonight, specifically the old, ruined castle of the Royal Sisters that made its home in the chaotic jungle. Many explorers before her had told tales of the ruins, their reports detailing many of its floors. However, news of a strange tree underneath the castle whispered into Daring’s ears, and it birthed new theories inside her scholarly mind. Research papers dictated that the castle primarily had only four floors; three of them above and one below the surface, but what if there were secretly more? If there was a hidden chamber found underneath the castle, certainly there should be more hidden. It was one question that was stuck on Daring’s mind for the week since the tree’s discovery, and the mare wasn’t willing to let it befuddle her thoughts any longer. The trees soon gave way to a spacious view of the castle. Pressing down on her hat, she took one flight down the stone stairs and through the gates, entering the olden ruins. The weathered environment and moth-eaten tapestries were nothing new to her. She had made a friendly visit to this area quite a few times before, just like her mother before her, and her mother as well. The mares of her family were all adventurers, and the castle was the destination that they all journeyed to at least once in their life. It was their holy pilgrimage, their rite of passage, their traditional exam. So naturally, Daring knew all of the nooks and crannies that the Everfree Castle had to offer. Or so she thought. Daring walked down the dim halls with only the moonlight providing vision through the exposed holes of the roof. The smell of the old rugs and curtains were like flowers to Daring. It gave her a sense of the history that grew up here. She ran the fingertips of her hands across the rough surface of the stone walls, feeling the chalky texture of its dust. Grey imprints colored her fingers, making them grubby; just the kind of feeling that Daring craved for. She felt just right at home. Daring entered upon the threshold of the Grand Organ Room, home of the titan instrument itself. She had scoured this room only a couple of times before, but she knew its secrets. The organ itself was a remote control of the castle. It controlled all the hidden trap doors and mechanisms in the stone walls. Her ancestors have documented many combinations of musical keys that offered its surprises, but Daring never really paid much attention to it. She was never really the type of mare to appreciate aged music, and at this point she was starting to have regrets. But there might have been something missed by her family here. Something significant and important to her current search right now, her adventurer’s intuitive told her that. However, there was something new on the organ keys. A post-it note. “What’s this?” Daring mumbled as she picked it up. There were rough scribbles written on the small, sticky parchment as if a hyperactive foal had taken hold of a crayon and attacked the note with it. However, it was clear that there were musical notes. “Shortcut to the kitchen, super-secret hiding spot, and forever-sugar pantry?” Daring said as she listed the notes off. These combinations didn’t seem to lead to anywhere incredibly interesting to an archeologist like Daring, but they were pretty interesting regardless of their nature. However, there was a set of words on the bottom of the list that caught her attention. “Super Bad Doorway to a Big Meanie? Well isn’t this interesting?” It seemed pretty far-fetched, but it didn’t mean that she shouldn’t give it a chance. She played the piece on the organ, and grimaced at the screechy rhythm of it. The combination was easily comparable to that of cats tearing their claws at a chalkboard, a very unpleasant sound. It was very unforgiving to her poor ears, but she didn’t let the horrid music place a halt on her progress. She was already halfway in the combination, so and it would be wasteful to let it all go to way. With the final note pressed, a hidden passageway was revealed to her left as a part of the wall slid open. “Well that’s new,” Daring chuckled. “Thanks, kind stranger.” Leaving the organ behind, she delved deep into the depths of the new hallway. It was tall enough for Daring to walk through comfortably, but compared to the rest of the castle it was incredibly small. Cobwebs littered the low ceilings with their sticky appendages, and a seemingly dark fog clung to the ground like carpet. The torches holstered in their metal nests on the side of the wall provided Daring with enough light, so naturally she took one with her. Unfortunately as she walked further into the passageway, the flame suddenly fled. There was no wind. It was a sign of magic. Her vision was wiped away when the flames disappeared, forcing Daring to use the walls as a way to trudge forward. Deeper on, the chilling air around her was suddenly dropped down like an elevator with its supports suddenly snapped. She usually liked to leave her vest unbuttoned, but the unnatural coldness forced her hands. Perhaps shorts and a t-shirt were not the best choices she could have made for this journey. The frigid atmosphere embraced her body like an unwanted lover, feeling every inch of her curves. Her nips shivered and tingled as the chill closed in on her, and her lips felt like they were kissed by Death. She tried to shoe it away by partially hugging herself for warmth, but the air did not stay its hands. Every once in a while, a mouthful of spider webs would become present by splashing upon Daring’s face, causing her to sputter in disgust. The minutes of walking were seemingly turned into hours of hiking. How long was Daring in the hallways? Was night already turning to day up on the surface? Sooner or later, this darkness would blind her eyes if she didn’t get any light soon. As the hallway turned left, her wishes were answered as a faint blue glow appeared at the end. Her slow walk suddenly paced up to a sprint. At the end of the hallway was a large, circular chamber lit up with blue torch flames. The walls and floor were littered with runes and faded images, and the enormous support pillars were black and smooth to touch like glass. In the center was a circular platform with stairs flowing downward from it like water ripples. Decorating to top of the platform was a strange altar of some sorts. A tall, black pedestal with three horns surrounding a blue crystal cut in the shape of a crescent moon on top. Daring inched towards the treasure with caution. This was obviously a shrine dedicated to Luna, and Daring knew that from the scriptures about the Moon Mistress, the Alicorn loved secret passageways and traps. Especially traps. She tested the stone tiles around her, carefully avoiding the runes themselves. She could never tell if magic was lingering inside them or not, and she didn’t want to find out by accidently tapping into them. With enough time and patience, Daring finally reached the crystal moon. Close inspections revealed that the crystal was embedded in the pedestal, but it looked like it could be pulled out. Normally, Daring wouldn’t be so rash and just grab whatever she can, but there was something about the crystal moon that made it important to pull out. She tried to shake out the temptation, but the moon. The moon had to be pulled! Holding a tight grip on its curved body, Daring thrust it skyward. Everything happened so quickly. The cracks in the walls were suddenly pouring out dark smoke and were soon clouding around her body, trapping Daring in their surprisingly tight grip. Her arms and legs were spread far apart from each other, holding Daring in the air in a star-like position. It was a situation that she had been in repeatedly for so many times before, yet this time it felt way more invasive. Her breasts were being handled, being cupped and squeezed a lot. She could feel the crotch of her shorts being cuddle by the dark mist, which was considerably impossible if it wasn’t for magic. Daring could feel her clothes being tugged on, and her ample ass cheeks were being slapped by passing streaks of coldness as if she was being whipped there. She cried out with red warmth in her cheeks each time it happened. “Hey quit it!” Daring angrily yelled with shame clearly etched over her face. Weren’t you expecting this to happen though? You, the Daring Do? Daring craned her head around, searching for the source of the new voice. “Who’s that? Are you the one holding me against my will? Show yourself, coward!” The voice, dark and alluring, chuckled with amusement. If that is how you prefer your cup of tea to be, then so shall be it. In front of the pedestal, some of the fog began to swirl around, most of them pouring from the object itself. A column rose high from the smoke, and a figure could be seen inside it as if it was there all along. The unidentified shadow stepped out from the dark veil, her left hand on her hips. Her skin was pale as moonlight, and her dragon-like eyes were ghostly green. A pair of dark wings extended from her back, and her mane looked like it was weaved the vast vacuum of space, capturing the images of the stars. Her cutie mark was very unique, being a purple blotch with a silver moon, but the features that caught Daring’s attention the most were her exposed curves. Breasts the size of full sacks of gold had adorned her chest with dark blue areolas decorating them, and her butt looked full and supple like packed pillows. The very definition of a Goddess of Sex, but Daring knew who this mare really was. “Nightmare Moon,” Daring Do said, putting on her best smirk. “I thought you were defeated.” Nightmare Moon prowled around Daring as the fog lowered her down to eye-level. “Yes I was, but that loss was only temporary. Did you not recall the tale, Daring? Didn’t your mother tell you the stories of these decrepit ruins?” “Sorry to say that I don’t. Maybe you can remind me?” Daring asked politely, although clearly with sass. As the dark Alicorn made another pass around her, her eyes couldn’t help but draw towards her ass. Nightmare Moon let out another amused huff. “How charming you are. You see, the story goes that a thousand years ago, I was banished to the moon. Everypony assumed that Celestia had won, but that’s not the entire pie. Not every part of me was seal away on the moon back then. I still had a piece of me here, kept safe here in this very room. This allowed me to keep tabs on the progress of Equestria as I had a link, a way to continue watching the world as I spent my time on the moon.” Daring analyzed the story carefully and glued together the pieces. She smirked as a hypothesis formed. “So I’m guessing this piece of you held quite a bit of your powers? Is that why you were defeated a second time?” Nightmare Moon signed. “Regrettably, yes. Upon my return, I have planned to retrieve the part of my soul I left here. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to get it back as those accursed mares were almost near the Elements of Harmony.” “And let me guess, you left this part of your soul here to bide your time again?” Nightmare Moon nodded, although staring at her as if she was some sort of animal that performed a trick correctly. “How clever you are. Yes I planned to use this soul as a fail-safe plan. The Elements of Harmony may have snipped me away from Luna, but a part of me was still here, thus allowing me to slowly regain my powers once more.” She stopped behind Daring to look at her hands, making a gripping motion with them. She was able to make fists, but a puff of smoke came out of them every time she closed her fingers. “However, it seems that you have interrupted my regeneration a little early. I’m not quite powerful enough to take on Celestia now… ” A high-pitched yelp escaped Daring’s throat as she suddenly felt her ass slapped. It felt like a million metal paddles had crashed upon her poor posterior. A deafening clap bounced around the chamber, “but I’m still quite strong enough to tame a silly filly like you.” Daring Do managed out a weak groan. The cold grip of the fog was draining her. “Hey, don’t do that.” Nightmare Moon cooed. “Aww, what’s the matter? Where was that fire that was inside you earlier?” “I still got some fight left in me,” Daring insisted, struggling against her cloudy bonds. They failed to yield. “Don’t you worry, my little filly. I’ve got big plans for you,” Nightmare Moon said, circling around to the front of Daring. “What do you mean?” she frowned. “Well as you can already tell, I’m still going overthrow Equestria. The problem back then was that I didn’t have an army with me, so this time I’m going to gain some underlings. And you, Daring, are going to be my right-hand mare.” “Not even in your dreams, Nightmare,” Daring growled. “We shall see,” Nightmare smirked. Daring flinched as the Alicorn suddenly wrapped her arms around her hips, the bountiful breasts pressed against hers. Her dark hands greedily groped Daring’s round butt cheeks. “After all, I know everything there is about you.” “How?” Daring demanded, biting back a dirty moan. “I’ve already told you, Daring. Weren’t you listening? I kept tabs on Equestria through here, and your fantastic feats were enough to make it on my book.” Nightmare Moon’s lips closed in Daring’s right ear. “In the process, I also happened to learn where your weaknesses really are.” A small squeak escaped Daring’s lungs as Nightmare Moon suckled on the tip of her ear and bit her lower lips to prevent a stupid smile growing on her face. It didn’t block the growing redness on her face though. Down below, she could feel Nightmare’s hand tucking underneath her shorts, lovingly rubbing her wetting slit. It was cold down there, but with Nightmare’s touch it was growing warm again. “F- fuck… ” “Such dirty language. I’ll have to clean your mouth with soap later after this,” Nightmare Moon whispered. “Go die in a pit,” Daring uttered. Nightmare clicked her tongue, disappointed with Daring’s choice of words. “I’ll have to punish you for those words.” Before Daring could dish out another sassy remark, her tongue was shushed by Nightmare’s sudden kiss. She tried to pull back, but the fog ushered her deeper into her lips and tongue. Their tongues wrestled for complete control of the situation, but Daring was no match for the Mistress of Nightmares’ masterful performance. Like a snake, Nightmare’s tongue curled over and under Daring’s, coiling around the adventurer’s senses. Just before Nightmare pulled back from the kiss, Daring felt something hot slide down her throat. “What did you do to me?” she weakly coughed. “Just a little bit of magic,” Nightmare mischievously smirked, “a way to keep your rude tone under check.” “What do you mean?” “Well let’s test it out, shall we?” Daring protested a little as she saw Nightmare move a pointed finger down towards the crotch of her shorts once more. Her gripe soon turned into a loud moan, a web of electric pleasure shooting out from where Nightmare Moon made indirect contact with Daring’s clit underneath the thin layers of cloth. “Gaahaah! What the Tartarus did you put in me!?” Daring growled, although it was under her loud moan. “Do you want to take a guess?” Nightmare smirked. “I would rather you tell me right no– Ah ha ha!” Nightmare suddenly placed her foot on her crotch, sitting back on a dark throne of fog. A shocking wave of heat flooded over Daring’s body, her senses suddenly multiplying through the roof. Daring gritted her teeth to block out the sensual messages, but even that proved useless to the barrages. Absolute exposure. “If you really wish for a goddess to spill her secrets, then so shall be it. In laymare’s terms, I have triggered deep portion of your body’s senses. Primal needs and all.” “You pushed me towards my heat cycle!?” Daring bellowed, receiving a slight rub on her crotch from Nightmare’s toe. A scream tore through Daring’s throat as she experienced brief heaven. “Not only that, but I also gave you some essence with aphrodisiac properties.” “F- fuck you,” Daring breathed. “And that’s exactly what you’re going to be doing.” Nightmare revealed more of her precious garden to Daring’s view, parting her lower lips with two fingers. A trail of liquid leaked down from her pink clams. “You’ll begin by tending to my needs. It has been a thousand years since I had to pleasure of partaking procreative activities. While you’re not a stallion, you’ll have to do for now.” A sting of discomfort struck Daring. “Hey! Just because I don’t have a cock doesn’t mean I’m good in bed.” A small grin graced Nightmare’s lips again. “You want to prove yourself?” “If it means making you wrong, then yes!” The foggy bonds around Daring’s limbs let go, letting Daring drop her bum on the cushy mist. When she looked up, her eyes were met with Nightmare’s delicious-looking pussy. Nightmare didn’t say a word as Daring stared at it. The explorer talked big, but now free from her restraints, she suddenly felt a little nervous. Nightmare Moon may be an enemy to Equestria, but the idea of pleasing a goddess was daunting. Daring also hadn’t slept with anypony in years. She dreaded that her skills may have traces of rust on them if they fully weren’t already. However, this was a whole new challenge to Daring, and was as big as any other she had to face before. No turning back from this Rubicon now. Tongue first, Daring thrust her head into Nightmare’s leaking marehood, sliding the tip of her mouth muscle up and down the trench. Nightmare didn’t utter a single sound, but Daring could see an unexpected soft smile on her face. Daring continued to coat her flower with her slimy tongue, tasting the salty waters. The stench of sex was clearly present, filling Daring’s nose with its desirable smell. The heat from her cunt was very uncomfortable, so Daring drifted a hand down to pleasure herself. If Nightmare Moon had any objections to it, she didn’t voice them, but the Alicorn looked more than okay to let it happen. Time was difficult to judge with her senses whacked, but her tired tongue suggested that at least a good half an hour had passed by since she started licking. Her neck felt stressed, the heat was growing more and more unbearable, and she needed to rest. Sleep was tempting until she felt a hand caressing the back of her head. From there, a pulse of energy showered over Daring’s body, revitalizing her senses. “Continue. I’m almost ready.” Ready? Ready for what? Nightmare Moon’s comment made Daring think a little, but the heat cycle pushed that out of the way faster than a train to a bale of hay. Daring moved to suckle on Nightmare’s clitoris while her other set of fingers stroked the insides of the inner pink halls. A small victory was achieved a slight moan came out of Nightmare. Somehow, Daring was happy to have that reach her ears. “You’re doing good, Daring. Doing very good,” Nightmare smiled as if she was Daring was a pet who performed a trick well. A couple of long moments passed before she softly patted Daring’s head away from her pussy. “Enough. You did very well. I believe you deserve a small reward.” Daring panted with her tongue limped out, her clothes sweaty and sticky. She could feel her teats clinging onto her shirt, and her shorts and undergarments were a very wet mess. Nightmare could see hunger in Daring’s eyes as she stared at her plentiful, bouncing tits. By Nightmare’s will, a gothic bed with bat-themed posts arose behind Daring from the fog and she held her in a princess carry to it. Daring sputtered as Nightmare’s breasts were suddenly shoved into her face. When Nightmare dropped Daring onto the mattress, the fog began to pull off Daring’s ruined clothes gently while its mistress drew closer. With the thin shields gone, Nightmare pinned Daring’s arms to the bed, licking her lips as she eyed the explorer’s vulnerable curves like a wild cougar. “Ready for the fun part?” Nightmare asked with half-lidded eyes. Daring would have normally retorted with back talk, but her clouded mind said otherwise. “Y- yes mistress. I’m ready.” A long series of loud moans were drawn out from Daring’s lungs as Nightmare Moon traced her fingers around the sensitive parts of her body, mainly around her breasts, the sides of her belly, and ears. After a while, Nightmare’s hands went to prioritize keeping Daring’s legs spread while Nightmare began feasting upon her drenched marehood. The fog assisted with the love making by taking hold of Daring’s breasts, a part of it shafting through her chest buns. It interestingly felt warm despite it being… well fog. Another fog cock slid down her throat, and Daring greedily accepted it. After a good amount of suckling, she could feel warm water running down her throat and across her belly, but the fog’s riding on her mouth and body didn’t cease. The nature of magic was confusing, but the fact that a fog shaft was hotdogging her breasts was a definition of absurdity. Daring had heard of tentacle erotica, but she never thought she would experience from thin clouds. She had almost forgotten about Nightmare until she inserted her fingers in her delicate wetness. Daring arched her back with another loud call as her naughty cunt received a partial prize of what it truly wanted. No, what she needed. “Is my little pet enjoying her reward?” Nightmare cooed as she continued to explore Daring’s wet caverns. A long, low moan was the only response she received, and that’s what she wanted to hear. Obedience. Nightmare Moon suddenly stood up and snapped her wet fingers. The fog tentacles withdrew their touch from Daring, causing the explorer to whimper slightly. “H- hey. Why did you stop?” Her fingers drifted towards her drippy, hot marehood, but Nightmare placed a stop to it with her magical grip. “Don’t touch yourself in front of me unless I allow it. Understand?” “B- but I need thi– ” “Understand?” Daring’s ear wilted back at the sudden demand and pouted, her eyes forming large puppy eyes. Nightmare Moon didn’t sway. Resigning, Daring surrendered with a nod. “Good. Your last task before I can truly give you the reward you desire is to make me cum. Do this and I shall reward you greatly.” Daring nodded again. Nightmare darkly smirked as she lied next to Daring with her head on the pillows, conjuring something else out of thin air in her right hand. It was a great, black strap-on with the length of a very healthy stallion. Much larger than any of the other stallions Daring had been with before. Her mouth watered with anticipation. The strap-on was then tossed into her hands. “You are to wear this device and please me, your mistress, until I reach climax. Are we clear?” Daring inspected the inside of the strap-on to see if there was anything on the other side. Nope. The pleasure tool was only one-sided. Through the thickness of her heated, lust-addled mind, Daring could tell what the challenge Nightmare Moon was urging her into. Buck Nightmare Moon before Daring lost her mind to her early heat cycle, which was ruining her marehood like the sweltering sun to an ice bowl full of ice cream on a hot summer day. With no time to lose, Daring equipped the weapon and faced towards Nightmare, her plastic dong standing tall. Nightmare Moon parted her lower lips once more. “The Temple of Shadows awaits you, Daring Do.” With a brief grunt, Daring placed her hands on Nightmare’s knees and positioned the head just above her entrance. Swift as a coursing river, Daring plunged the toy deep into Nightmare, earning a short cry of delight from the Alicorn. “Ah yes! A great start!” Nightmare shouted, satisfied with Daring’s initiative. “But can you maintain your fight?” Daring drew the toy out halfway. “Yes I can,” Daring replied before roughly digging back in again. The task was long and hard, and the heat inside Daring was growing stronger and more stressful with each moment. It was sexually painful to Daring, but also served as a great motivation to succeed her test. Daring started out with missionary, but soon it became clear to her that Nightmare wanted more from her. Daring pulled out before sitting upright, legs stretched out and forward before pulling Nightmare’s marehood closer to her tool. Nightmare leaned her back against Daring’s thighs as the explorer extraordinaire pounded her hips into her, feeling a great amount of the mortal’s might. Daring then leaned forward to massage Nightmare’s teats with her lips and tongue. A foxy smile was on Nightmare’s lips. “Mmmh, I can see you’re live up to your name.” “What can I say? I’m full of surprises, lady,” Daring breathed between her licks. Daring began to mix in a few gentle nibbles with her licks, earning a couple bonus cries from Nightmare. When several more long minutes have passed, Daring decided to switch tactics and unhooked from Nightmare before getting her knees. She lifted Nightmare’s left leg high in the air with she threw her plastic cock into her wet cave in a scissor-like position. Doggie-style came after that, as well as the Wild Bull Rider. As Daring desperately bucked her hips, sweat rained down from her body like a storm, contributing to Nightmare’s own pool of salt water. She didn’t know how long it would take until Nightmare’s climax but if she can’t finish soon, she will pass out like a burnt-out light bulb. Her head felt light as a cloud, and she could feel her breathing getting shallower. Just as she was about to lose all hope, Nightmare Moon suddenly booped her nose. “W- whut?” Daring tiredly mumbled. “You know what? I like your determination. It’s as strong as a dragon. To be honest, I’m quite impressed you have actually lasted this long. You’ll make a great general of my army,” Nightmare smirked. “What does that mean?” Nightmare Moon removed the strap-on from Daring as she stood up. Nightmare’s horn glowed once more, bathing her drenched marehood in a dark glow. “It means you finally get what you’ve worked for. Behold, your treasure!” Daring watched in awe as a long, titanic shaft grew out from the depths of the Alicorn’s pussy, stopping at a whooping fifteen inches. A powerful tingling sensation erupted from downstairs as well as fright. “There’s no way that’ll fit in me,” Daring concluded. But the godlike cock was what she was exactly craving almost the entire night. “Oh don’t worry.” Nightmare Moon pulled Daring’s cunt up towards her mammoth cock. She could feel it throbbing on her poor slit. A perverted grin grew on Nightmare’s lips. “It will.” It all happened so fast, but Daring’s body was soon invaded as Nightmare drove her W.M.D. into her cunt. It was intolerably painful at first, but soon became a shocking span of sensual sensations of the century. At least, that’s what it felt to Daring as her senses were pounded senseless. Nightmare was ruthless with her iron-like dick, drilling her cock deep into Daring’s depths. Daring knew that if Nightmare wanted to, she could tear a new hole into her body, but the Alicorn was benevolent enough to not impart such a punishment to her. In the process of Nightmare dominating her, Daring was bent down like a dog, had her back held up against the wall, dangerously fucked in the air, and most of the time, had her teeth clenched down on a pillow hard. Nightmare wasn’t going to let her go. She had plans for her, and Daring felt they were going to be more than long-term. She could see herself working overtime a lot in her future. Nightmare had returned back to missionary position with her above Daring, relentlessly attacking Daring’s pussy long and hard. Bellows and screams filled the air as they fucked. Daring was nearing her limit before Nightmare howled at the top of her lungs, “I’m going to cum!” “Me too!” Daring cried back, her lungs feeling abused. Daring should have felt concern if Nightmare came inside of her, but honestly she wanted nothing more than for her mistress to do the dirty deed. Cum was all that occupied her mind for the past hours. She wanted to cum, wanted cum inside of her! “Cum inside me, Nightmare!” With one last shout, Nightmare shoved her cock as deep as she could in Daring and hosed the inside of Daring’s womb, filling it to the brim. Daring’s heat was soon drenched by the new hotness, and it felt as if she was being enveloped by a star. It was a gorgeous moment of euphoria, and boosted the roof of elevated pleasure. The two mares panted out their exhaustion, with Nightmare collapsed on top of Daring. As Nightmare pulled out, the bed was soon flooded by excess cum. Daring could feel Nightmare pressing her lips against the side of her neck, and a burning sensation was imprinted on there. As Nightmare parted her lips away from her neck, a purple mark of Nightmare’s cutie mark was birthed on there. “Welcome to my ranks, Daring Do. We’ll do great things together, you and I.” *~*~* “And that’s how we got our funding.” The other ladies in the room blinked at Nightmare’s last statement. “Wait what?” Sunset Shimmer spoke up first. “Funding? You mean our operations so far were single handedly provided by this Daring Do?” “She’s a fantastic author of literature. A very famous and rich one.” Nightmare held up glass of wine to her lips, slaying the thirst that had grown in her throat while recounting the tale to her fellow villainesses. “She’s the only reason why we have our base, and I’m grateful for that.” “Wow,” Trixie whispered, loud enough for the others to hear. “You scored big.” Nightmare emptied the rest of the content down into her stomach and settled the glass down. A great laugh was released from her. “You got that damn right.” Author's Note Chapter written by the stupendous Chaotic Note. Let's hear it for him once you stop drooling!
Trixie- The Great and Powerful Performance (By Naughty_Ranko)Trixie- The Great and Powerful Performance (By Naughty_Ranko) “Ha!” Trixie proclaimed. “Your conquests are nothing. Let the Great and Powerful Trixie dazzle you with her adventures and sexual prowess.” “Groupies don't count,” Chrysalis said flatly. Trixie blinked and coughed uncomfortably. “Well, no matter. Trixie has many tales to tell. In fact let Trixie regale you with the story of her greatest conquest. You can boast of coupling with lesser species all you want, but Trixie has been with someone who is more than just a man.” “Oh, great,” Nightmare Rarity rolled her eyes. “Here comes the Ursa Major story again.” “Ew, don't be revolting,” she protested. “No, Trixie speaks of the awesome sexual might that is a Minotaur!” * * * It was some time after her … unlucky encounter with Twilight Snarkle that the Great and Powerful Trixie journeyed to the city known as Fillydelphia. “Hey, check it out,” Gilda said. “Her third person narration is actually useful for something for a change.” Be quiet, you Griffon buffoon! As Trixie was saying before she was so rudely interrupted, she had scheduled a spectacular comeback show. It was to be the event of the year for the citizens of Fillydelphia. With money acquired through hard work on a rock farm … Stop snickering, Moon Child! … she had procured all new props and stage backgrounds. She was just about to finish setting up the fireworks display, uh, I mean checking that the Theatre of Living Arts was up to code, so her awesome magic powers wouldn't set it aflame, when they entered the hall. Three stage hands began removing the backgrounds. Trixie approached them with unruffled calm of course. “Excuse me! What in the flaming hoof do you think you're doing?” Then he came to the stage, a Minotaur so large he even dwarfed members of his own species and well-muscled, too. You could see as much, because for some strange reason he never wore a shirt. But the necktie on his muscular chest did have a spectacular effect. He stood there like a demi-god and spread his arms wide. “Get rid of all this crap! We have to set up. Oh, but keep the fireworks. We can use those.” “What is the meaning of this?” Trixie demanded to know, crossing her arms in front of her chest, which had the effect of amplifying her already voluptuous bosom. “Who are you?” He pulled out a brochure and handed it to her. Iron Will's Assertiveness Seminar! Tonight 7 p.m. Theatre of the Living Arts. “I know Iron Will's charisma is overwhelming, but you are not dreaming.” He looked Trixie up and down, licking his lips and then pointed at her breasts. “Want me to sign those for you? I get that a lot.” Trixie slapped the quickly drawn pen out of his hand. “Don't you dare mess with perfection! I am the Great and Powerful Trixie! And Trixie has booked this venue for tonight!” He frowned and took out a small pocket calendar. “Not according to Iron Will's schedule.” He actually had the audacity to wave Trixie off. “Shoo, little girl. You can do your strip show some other time.” “Strip show?” Trixie's new costume was tailor made. True, it showed off a lot more skin than the old one, but to be mistaken for a stripper. “The Grreat and Powerrful Trrixie demands an apology, for she is the most talented magician in all of Equestria!” The Minotaur grunted and got right up in Trixie's face. “Never apologize, when you can criticize! Why didn't you check with your agent? Irrron Will will perform tonight!” “The Grrrreat and Powerrrrful Trrrrixie doesn't make mistakes. It's you who is in the wrong. And one other thing: Trixie doesn't like people who continually refer to themselves in the third person!” “Well, Irrrrron Will doesn't like people who rrrrroll their 'r's!” They stared at each other for an intense moment. “Draw!” they said in unison and then turned their backs on each other, getting out their phones and pushing the speed dial for their agents. “They double-booked us,” Trixie said in annoyance as she hung up the phone. “It would appear that way,” Will agreed grumpily. “Well, Iron Will isn't giving up his performance! Never step back, when you can charge ahead.” “Trixie is not backing down either! So what are you gonna do about it?” He blinked. “Huh. Normally that line settles it.” But then he pulled himself together and waved a finger in Trixie's face. “There's only one way to do this. Iron Will challenges you to a Stage-Off!” “Fine. Trixie accepts! You're going down tonight, Copper Phil!” “Hah! Iron Will pities the fool who thinks they can beat him in a Stage-Off! You might wanna put on some clothes, little girl, or the crowd will have to bleach their eyes after the show.” “HAH! You might wanna try breath mints or the audience will pass out from the smell before the fun even starts.” The stage was set. That night Fillydelphia would have the great honor of seeing The Great and Powerful Trixie curb stomp Iron Will in the Stage-Off of the decade. * * * “Hang on,” Sunset Shimmer said with a raised hand. “As much as I enjoy a good trash talk, but what in the hoof is a Stage-Off?” “It's a sacred tradition amongst performers to work out their differences,” Trixie explained. “They both take the stage and try to outperform each other. The ultimate winner as well as the challenges are decided upon by the audience.” “Wasn't there supposed to be sex in this story?” Nightmare Rarity asked in a bored voice. “Trixie was getting to that, before Twilight Snarkle Mk. 0 here interrupted her,” she contested. “Now do you want to hear this or not?” “Hmm,” was the unanimous answer from the other five. * * * That night the biggest crowd Fillydelphia had ever seen turned up for the ultimate showdown. “The Great and Powerful Trixie vs. Iron Will.” Of course Trixie looked gorgeous on the posters. Though admittedly the photo of Iron Will emphasized his … size. Every spectator was asked to fill out a questionnaire upon entering the event hall, putting down which spectacular feats they wanted to see performed by the two rivals. Then the show began with a spectacular fireworks display, of Trixie's making least you forget, and the announcement sounded. “Good evening, Fillydelphia!!! Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we bring you the Battle of the Sexes. The Last-Minute Stage-Off between two of Equestria's top performers. In the red corner with a height of 6 feet 8 inches and a fighting weight of 220 lbs. The Lean, Mean Assertiveness Machine. The indomitable … IRRRON WIIILLLL!!!” He did a silly little routine of walking the entire length of the stage, showing off his muscles and putting a hand to his ear to fish for more applause. What a pathetic act, but he did get some applause. “And in the blue corner with a height of 5 feet 5 inches and a bra size of 34D. The Mystical Mistress of Magic. The Great and Powerful … TRIXXXIIIEEE!!!” Trixie put a hand on her hip and sauntered out onto the stage, showing of her generous curves. Of course the crowd went wild immediately. She walked along the edge of the stage, pausing once to wink at her adoring fans and went on to conjure up a light breeze that made her cape flutter out behind her to the applause of the onlookers. The skin-tight dress and pronounced cleavage did what they were supposed to do to the male demographic. The announcer went on. “The votes have been tallied and three performances have been selected. We will now start with the first competition!” At the top of the stage a large electronic billboard began to display random symbols until it settled on a single set of words: ROUND 1 – STRIPTEASE! “You gotta be kidding me,” Trixie said. “You're the one who didn't want to put any restrictions on the contest,” Iron Will argued with a grin. “Getting too hot for you? If you can't cut it, beat it. Cause Iron Will is serving the beef!” Trixie had tried for a while to attract more mature audiences to her shows and this seemed like a good way to do it. But she graciously allowed her opponent to begin. The Minotaur didn't really have a lot to strip, so for the most part his performance consisted of doing exercises to the beat of 'Eye of the Tiger', punches, kicks and generally showing off his biceps. Of course the female audience members swooned over that and Trixie had to admit to herself that his torso, covered in sweat, did make her feel hot. For the grande finale he walked right up front, ripped off his pants and did some hip thrusts with his hands held behind the back of his head. With the black thong he was wearing there wasn't a lot left to the imagination. “Really? Tear-Away Pants?” Trixie harrumphed, when he passed her after he was done. “That's so 90s.” “Well, Iron Will wants to see you do better!” “Trixie certainly will,” she said confidently and moved forward to the beat of 'Call On Me'. Using her magic, she conjured up a metal pole in the center of the stage and threw herself vigorously against it. As she whirled around, the hard shaft firmly pressed between her thighs and one hand on the pole, her cape fluttered out behind her once again. She used her free hand to take off her magician's hat and with impeccable aim threw it right in the Minotaur's face. She got on all fours and slowly crept forward towards the audience. She could see the men pushing and shoving to get to the first row and bit her fingernail to egg them on even more. Getting up on her knees, she shook her head, so the glitter in her light blue hair caught the stage lights perfectly. Then she reached behind her back and loosened the straps that held her dress behind the neck. She stood up and turned around. Holding her cape away from her body, she gave them a good view of her shaking hips as the dress slipped down inch by inch, finally revealing her perky cheeks beneath her panties. Leisurely she kicked the dress into the audience, several men diving after the piece of clothing. She intended to keep her panties on, along with the garter belt, stockings and corset that went along with it. Men liked that sort of thing more than a fully naked body most of the time. But she was prepared to lose one more piece of fabric to clinch this first round. Facing the crowd again, she smiled and drew the cloak about her shoulders, denying the view of her gorgeous body once more. She could see the pain on the faces of the men. But after a moment her hand emerged from inside the cloak, holding her bra. Loud clapping and whistling ensued as she let the bra circle over her head and then let it fly as well. Farther this time, after all the cheap seats should have the chance to bask in her glory as well. Then it was time for the finisher. She twirled around again. So far she hadn't revealed her full glory and Iron Will would be the first to get the pleasure, she decided. Making the cloak disappear with her magic there were only two star-shaped stickers covering her nipples. He gulped at the sight. Satisfied with her rival's reaction, she spread her arms wide and let herself fall back, off the stage and into the crowd. Many cupped a feel as they carried their goddess on their hands around the whole arena, before returning her to the stage. But that was fine. The music was over and Trixie stood on the stage, basking in the lustful gazes of the men and the jealous looks of the women present. The roar and the whistling spoke for themselves. When it finally started to die down, she blew one last kiss at them and stood next to Iron Will. The announcer's voice filled the hall once more. “The applause for both performances has been measured. The winner of the first round is Trixie!” “Ha!” she laughed. “Was there ever any doubt?” “This ain't over yet. You make me lose, I blow my fuse! The game has just begun.” “Alright, folks,” the announcement came over the speakers. “Get ready for Round 2!” Once again the billboard sprang to life and our next contest was revealed. ROUND 2 – BLOWJOB! * * * “Hang on,” Nightmare Rarity interrupted again, covering her eyes with one hand. “I thought this audience was made up of people going to see a magic show and an assertiveness seminar. How did they come up with such ridiculous contests?” Trixie coughed. “Well, what neither of us knew at that point was that the reason we were double-booked, was because there was some kind of erotica convention happening in town. Thus the scarceness of venues. Also the posters with the tag-line Battle of the Sexes may have been a bit misleading.” “This is starting to get interesting,” Chrysalis said. “Sex in public. Kinky.” “Yes, well,” Trixie replied, after having a drink to wet her throat and replacing the cup in her cup-holder. “Perhaps this time Trixie will be allowed to finish without further interruption.” “By all means, continue,” Nightmare Moon said. * * * “You're joking.” Trixie hadn't expected this turn of events. Iron Will on the other hand seemed more than happy to oblige. Due to his enormous strength it was an easy task for him to grab Trixie by her shoulders and push her to her knees. “You don't wanna disappoint your fans, you lick my glans.” “Spare Trixie the rhyming. Let's see what you got.” And he did have something, let Trixie tell you. The entire audience gasped, when he pulled out his thing. Minotaurs were known for their massive size of course, but seeing the giant instrument dangle in front of her face, even Trixie had to gulp. “No way she can take that,” she could hear someone in the crowd say. Of course Trixie has never in her life backed down from a challenge. She would show them how great and powerful she really was. She carefully took the shaft in both her hands and began to knead it. It was so long that the tip was still sticking out and so thick that her fingers were unable to reach around the entire width of it. Sticking out her tongue, she teased him by circling around the entire tip. Will grunted in response and Trixie could feel the blood veins throbbing underneath her fingers, making the member stiff and hard. Her hands deftly moved up and down and soon she wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck while still moving her tongue in a circular motion. The audience was stunned into silence from her skill. The directional microphones picked up and amplified the slurping sounds. A strong scent rose to her nostrils as the Minotaur started to excrete precum. “You better keep yourself in check. Being too fast will cost you points,” Trixie said with glee. She gave it another lick and then repositioned the giant cock between her breasts, coating her cleavage with the sticky mixture of saliva and clear cum. She pressed her breasts together with her hands and began moving her upper body up and down. Soon Iron Will was no longer able to withstand the pleasure and began to move his hips in rhythm. Then he grabbed on to Trixie's head, forcing her to look up at him. “Don't be shy, look 'em in the eye.” “Oh, you haven't seen anything yet,” Trixie said seductively, rubbing one finger over the tip of his dick and then took it into her mouth again. Will grabbed her boobs and now really began to grind his hips now, losing himself in Trixie's excellent technique of a combined blowjob and titjob. Her hands free, she began to fondle his balls, each one fitting perfectly into one palm, all the while keeping eye contact as he had requested. Trixie's look was triumphant. She knew she was on her way toward winning this round and so did he. His grunting turned into an angry growl and he began to shift his position. Pushing Trixie's face against his groin, he pressed his hips forward. Trixie's eyes went wide and she gagged as he hit the back of her throat. Was he really going for it? “Deepthroat! Deepthroat! Deepthroat!” the audience chanted. Trixie looked up at him with tears standing in her eyes, hoping to convey to him that it was just not possible. But the Minotaur simply grinned and spouted another one of his catchphrases: “If it doesn't fit, never quit!” Then he gave a mighty push and his member was past the resistance within her. It was so far in that she wasn't even gagging anymore at this point. The crowd cheered wildly at the accomplishment, but he held up one hand for silence. Trixie's head was beginning to swim from the lack of oxygen. “And now, friends. The Machine Gun!” The sweet relief of him pulling back out only lasted a moment for Trixie, enough to gulp in some much needed air. Then he grabbed her head again and began hammering rapidly past her lips, fucking her mouth as though it was a pussy. Every time he pushed it all the way in, Trixie began to choke and a surge of saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, hitting her tits and soon washing away the stickers covering her nipples, which were stiff despite everything. She could feel him throbbing inside her mouth, he was almost there. So Trixie pressed her lips together in an attempt to make a seal. The amount of hot liquid rushing into her mouth was enormous, but she was determined not to be upstaged and tried to gulp everything down. But it was a losing battle, after several spurts he showed no sign of letting up and Trixie's cheeks were filled to the brim. Finally the torrent of baby batter broke free and rushed past her lips, splattering down on her breasts and staining her beautiful lingerie. Iron Will withdrew and raised one fist to the cheering audience, while Trixie could only sit there and gasp for air. “The second round goes to Iron Will!” the announcement sounded. Trixie had lost too many points by not being able to swallow it all. The Minotaur was doing a victory round, slowly circling around her and lording his victory over her. “To show 'em that you rock, choke 'em with your cock!” Trixie was on fire now. This would not stand. Being tied after the first two contests, it all came down to the final challenge. ROUND 3 – SEXUAL ASSAULT! Not losing any time, Trixie stuck out one leg and tripped her opponent. With a loud thud Iron Will landed on his back and Trixie immediately mounted him in a cowgirl position. “Fillydelphia!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “Do you wanna see Trixie take this bull by the horns?” “YEEAAHH!” one particularly excited spectator shouted. “Hmpf,” Iron Will grunted in response. “Treat me like a pushover, and you'll get the once over.” “We'll see who gets the last laugh,” Trixie replied with a malicious grin and dug her fingernails deep in the Minotaur's chest, drawing some blood in the process. He winced, but she could feel the unmistakable stir beneath her. “Ha! Trixie knew it. You're just a pathetic little excuse for a performer.” She licked the blood from her fingers almost sensually and ground her soaked panties against Will's groin. She had been wet for a while now. His animalistic nature and brute strength excited her and the experience was even more heightened by the hundreds of people staring at her exposed body. Slowly and deliberately she raised her hips. With one hand she shifted her panties to the side, with the other she took Will's once more erect cock and aimed it for her dripping hole. “Behold the awesome power that is Trixie's Great and Powerful Pussy!” Trixie moaned as the monster cock entered her fully. Biting her lip and smiling for the audience, she began to grind her hips. The feeling was incredible. Never before and never again had she been so full. The slightest movement sent an electric shock through her brain, all of her insides being stimulated at once. Will grabbed her cheeks with his huge hands and pushed her down even further with every stroke. Her pussy was on fire. Trixie bent forward and leaned in for a kiss. To his credit Will didn't even recoil from the cum that was still covering parts of her face. Instead their tongues intertwined, fighting like two panthers in the jungle for dominance. Then his strong hands moved to her breasts. “Ahhnn!” Trixie yelled in surprise as he pinched her nipples and began pulling and twisting. “Don't!” She protested. “You'll stretch them out.” With a grin he moved his face in to suck at them. At first he gently rolled her nipple around with his tongue and then without warning he bit down. It wasn't enough to leave a mark, but the mixture of pleasure and pain made Trixie scream in ecstasy nonetheless. “Oh no, Trixie has been holding it in for so long … Trixie … I … can't.” She slung her arms around Iron Will's shoulders and arched her back, her face raised to the heavens. “I'M CUMMMINNNNG!” As a wave of pleasure rushed through her from head to toe, she wasn't even aware of the gigantic cheer from the audience. She could feel her insides squeeze the minotaur cock and coat it with her love juices. Panting, she leaned against Iron Will's chest. “That was a mistake, you know,” he whispered gleefully. “You shouldn't have cum by yourself.” “Huh?” Before she could even realize what was happening, Iron Will had already pushed her off and she landed hard on the floor. “Cut in line,” he said, eyeing her magnificent rear. “I'll take what's mine.” He hooked her panties with a single finger and ripped them apart. “Wait, you can't mean,” Trixie said, seeing his throbbing cock coming closer. “No!” She tried to get away and made a dive for the front of the stage, but he caught her, grabbing her ass firmly with his strong hands and holding her in place in a doggy style position right at the edge of the stage. The tip pressed against her ass. The audience began another chant. “Drill her! Drill her! Drill her!” “Maybe, … “ she said fearfully. “Maybe if we take it slowly and use lots of lubricants.” “Maybes are for babies!” Iron Will shouted and hilted himself into her ass. “Aargh,” Trixie screamed with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Although it did hurt, lubrication was actually not too much of a problem. His member was still covered in her love juices and he still seemed to be putting out above normal amounts of precum. As he was pumping away, Trixie's eyes fell on one particular member of the audience in the front row. He was staring right at her, but that wasn't what caught her eye. He was panting heavily with one hand buried inside his trousers, the jerky movement of his hand unmistakable. He was masturbating while watching her. For some reason this thought excited Trixie. Hundreds of people were watching her getting fucked in the ass by a Minotaur. The men lusted after her and the women wanted to be in her place. Trixie turned her head to her partner. “Come on, is that all you got? Let's give them a real show!” Iron Will laughed. “Can do.” He pulled her back and grabbed her by the inner thighs, sitting back and letting gravity help in sliding his cock even further in. Trixie moaned in pleasure and slung one arm over her shoulder, holding on to his neck. She was exposed for all the world to see now, her dripping womanhood plainly visible as well as the huge cock up her anus. She had an expression of pure joy on her face as Will thrust his hips again, shaking her up and down, sending her breasts jiggling for the pleasure of the audience. Trixie couldn't help herself, so she brought her free hand down to her pussy and eagerly plunged two fingers in. With each sloshing motion, juices spilled out and lubricated Will's cock even further. Her fingers pleasured all the right spots and Will's thrusts set her mind alight, but most of all the hot gazes of the spectators gave her a sense of fulfillment she had never known before. This was the true height for a performer. “Ready for the grande finale?” she asked breathlessly. “Am I ever! In or out?” Will panted. Obviously he had been holding himself back. The tightness had almost brought him over the edge as soon as he had entered her. “What do you think?” Trixie shouted at the audience. “Cream Pie!” somebody shouted. “Paint her insides white!” another agreed. Will was only too happy to oblige and sped up for the finish. He shuddered and with one last heave pushed it in all the way, cumming with grunt. The spurts seemed even more massive than before and Trixie screamed in delight as the hot load poured into her and overflowed her ass. That feeling spurred her on and her fingers went wild inside of her, as if they had a mind of their own. She spotted her special friend in the front row again. Bringing audience participation to a whole new level, she aimed straight for him. “Ahhhhnnnn!” When she came, her juices squirted out over the front row. In appreciation he pulled out his cock fully and Trixie watched in joy as the sperm burst free in a high arch that actually reached the stage. With a smile she scooped some of it up and put it in her mouth. Then she raised her arm to wave with her last bit of strength, since Iron Will was far too spent to say anything. “Thank you, Fillydelphia! Have a good night, everybody!” She basked in the afterglow of a spectacular stage show as the standing ovations lasted for a full ten minutes. By then Will had recovered somewhat and they both took a bow together, exiting the stage arm in arm. * * * There was a moment of silence after Trixie had finished her tale of debauchery. With a silly grin on her face, she silently enjoyed the memories of the after-show-party. “So, who won?” Nightmare Moon asked with a cough, her face a little flushed. “Huh?” “The Stage-Off! Who won?” Trixie shrugged. “Why, the audience of course. That's the point of any Stage-Off. Both performers working together to increase their fan base.” “Yeah, right,” Gilda scoffed. “I'm calling bullshit. You just made that up.” “On the contrary, you neigh-sayer,” Trixie maintained. “Trixie even has proof.” She rummaged through her bags for a moment and produced five DVD cases. “We recorded the entire event. Here, you can each have a copy, courtesy of the Great and Generous Trixie herself. Obviously the title Queen of Queens belongs to her.” As the five other villainesses looked over the DVD cover, some of them showed bemusement, others incredulity and one outright shock. Trixie's eyes darted around the room nervously. “The goats had nothing to do with it. They just stood there. I swear!” Author's Note Chapter done by the beautiful Naughty_Ranko. Give her a round of applause once you clean your hands. Hah-hah... Zing.
