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.