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                     Paying Them Back                      
                    -by TheTiredQuill-                     
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                       Training Day                        
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Training Day
Paying Them Back
"Mmm,You look absolutely delicious in those panties my little cash-cow" Trixie slurred, the fetid stench of alcohol on her breath making Snips nearly gag on his tongue. The colt in question shifted uncomfortably in his new attire, the unfamiliar feeling of cloth on his usually bare form making him feel unnaturally burdened.
"It doesn’t feel very delicious" Snips remarked offhandedly, craning his neck to inspect the material that clung tightly to his rear.
"I don't think you can feel delicious Snips" Snails stated rather pointedly, his own recently acquired clothing causing him to feel just as odd and incongruous as his friend.
"Well you better learn" Trixie remarked, now circling the two young colts with a critical and serious expression. "I want you two to be so delicious that every Stallion in Equestria will practically be begging to just eat you up! She punctuated the end of her sentence with such effusiveness that it made both Snips and Snails shiver; and upon seeing this, Trixie moved to embrace both colts in a way that was as matronly as it was unctuous.
"Don't forget" she started, her voice dropping to just below a whisper with harsh undertones peppering her usually soft but duplicitous tone. "You owe me."
Snips and Snails shot each other uncomfortable glances that went completely unnoticed by Trixie as she flitted around the room, excited at the prospect of her two new money machines. However her sudden flouncing stopped almost immediately when she realized that her new "employees" were more than likely not at all versed in the ways of pleasing other stallions. She took a curt moment to herself to think, her eyes looking to the ceiling in thought before a devious smile crept its way onto her face, making the already uncomfortable duo in front of her gulp audibly.
"But first" she started deviously, her horn sparking to life, "we'll have to make sure you two are ready for everything those built, handsome stallions can dish out."
A shudder ran up the light blue unicorn's spine as she finished speaking, as though she wouldn't have minded trading places with her two little prospects in a heartbeat, but she had bills to pay and with the poor excuse of a salary she was making as a traveling performer, she could barely afford to feed herself, let alone pay for a permanent place to stay. She couldn't let herself be swept up into her sexual desires until she had a roof over her head at the very least. That was why it was so imperative that her two little "fillies" were properly prepared to rake her in some serious bits.
With her horn aglow, Trixie used her magic to rummage through a set of drawers, the clatter of opening and closing drawing Snips and Snails' attention to the large dresser behind them. Trixie spent the better part of a minute searching every drawer with her magic, an irritated scowl decorating her lips as each drawer was slammed shut and another was wretched open. Eventually, she found what she was looking for and shut the final drawer much more gently, two long, green, cylindrical objects in the thrall of her magic.
"What the heck are those things?" Snails questioned, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"They're obviously cucumbers" Snips chimed in, looking proud that he'd known what the strange objects were and Snails didn't.
"No, they aren't cucumbers you dolts, they're uh..." Trixie floundered, trying desperately to find the right words to persuade her two little admirers that the objects currently within her grasp were not to be feared by the two young colts. However those same young colts were growing more and more skeptical the longer Trixie stumbled over her words. She realized that if she didn't come up with something quick that they were eventually going to realize that she was lying to them, or they'd lose interest in her all-together.
But she was sure the two young colts wouldn't abandon her that readily, they were her biggest fans after all. And with the prospect of a magic show she'd promised to perform just for them and nopony else if they followed her exact instructions looming just over the horizon, she reasoned there was no way the two impressionable young colts would simply up and leave her. Plus there was also the undeniable fact that they both owed her big time for the Ursa Minor incident she could use for munitions should things begin to go south. With such heavy assurance backing her, Trixie gained a much needed clairvoyance, a devious thought coming to her mind as well as an impish smirk to her face.
"They're......for.....uh......check-ups" Trixie confirmed. "The kind doctors give you, only these are for....uh....personal use."
"Check ups?" Snips asked, looking entirely too skeptical for Trixie's liking.
"That's right, check ups" Trixie declared, her words and stance gaining her practiced authority. "I have to make sure that anyone who works for ME is healthy and in pique condition."
"Work?" Snails whined, "But what about the magic show?"
"You'll get your show" Trixie huffed, levitating the phallic like objects so that each one was sticking straight up from the floor in front of each of the distressed colts. "But first you have to do me a little favor." The mischievous tint had returned to her voice, Snips and Snails both looked to each other in confusion.
"What kinda favor?" Snips queried, tilting his head to the side.
"Oh nothing major" Trixie said with a dismissive wag of her hoof. "I just want you to make friends with some nice colts that I do business with is all."
"Whaddya want us to do with these thingies then?" Snails asked, pointing a hoof down at the svelte object pointing back up at him. Trixie had to use all of her willpower to keep the sly grin she felt jabbing at the corners of her mouth from fully forming.
"It's quite simply really" Trixie answered, absently tossing a lock of her mane out of her eyes with a hoof. "All you have to do is sit on them."
"Sit on them?" Snips echoed, prodding the supposed medical instrument curiously and making a face as it wiggled back and forth. "How the hay are we supposed to sit on these things? They're all wobbly."
"I think I get it!" Snails announced, pulling both Snips and Trixie's attention to the colt who turned the object sideways and was sitting on it as though it were a bench.
"Not like that you numbskull!" Trixie barked, ripping the toy out from under the yellow colt. “Here, let me show you what I mean.” Once again her horn is alight, snatching up Snails and the pseudo phallus underneath him. She lets Snails down so that he’s standing on all fours and levitates the object so that it’s sticking straight up on the floor behind the confused colt. She is about to grab the colt with her magic and ease him down when she suddenly stops, her horn fizzling out.
"Oh, I almost forgot" She admitted, the glow of her horn coming back almost immediately as she goes to rummaging through her dresser again. A scant minute later a strange bottle floats across the room and into her vicinity, both Snips and Snails regard the oddly shaped container with intrigue.
"What the hay is that for?" Snips squeaks, his eyes trained on the cap as it slowly unscrews.
"Lubricant" Trixie states flatly, beginning to spread the slick liquid across the entire surface of the object.
"Lubricant?" Snips asked, wearing an expression of clear confusion. "What in Equestria could you possibly need that for?"
Trixie could've sworn that that particular evening she'd smirked more than she ever smirked in her entire life; and even though her cheeks ached from doing so, Trixie let that familiar impish flick of a smirk to crawl its way back onto her face again as she turned her head toward the inquisitive colt.
"It's the only way to..." Trixie paused as she searched for a sufficient explanation. "Begin the examination." Snips still seemed skeptical in the wake of Trixie's answer, and was about to open his mouth in protest when the pony in question put a hoof to his muzzle.
"Just be quiet and watch Snips" Trixie snapped rather sharply, effectively squelching any complaints or inquiries Snips might've had right there on the spot. The little colt lets his mouth flap closed uselessly before plopping onto his rear in a huff to observe.
Once Trixie feels that the object is sufficiently lubricated, she places it back down on the floor, splitting her focus to simultaneously pull the panties Snails had been wearing down his legs, exposing his rump.
"Take some deep breaths Snails" Trixie advises. He does so without question, taking several slow, deep breaths through his nose and out his mouth. At this Trixie steps up behind him, planting either one of her fore hooves on each one of his cutie marks and leans over top of him. Snails tries to turn his head to see exactly what it is that Trixie is doing, but she stops him with a hoof.
"Just relaaaax" She coos into his ear, gently massaging each of his cutie marks in with both of her hooves.
"Gee I've never had to relax so much just to sit down before." Snails mused. Trixie just smiled, the massage she was giving now centered around the small of the colts back at the crest of his butt cheeks.
"It's OK Snails, let me handle everything else, all I need you to do-" she pulls the colt the few inches needed so that the muscles of his backside begin to part for the girth of the object; "-is relaaaax"
Immediately the muscles under Trixie's hooves become taught and stiff, the lower half of her temporary employee lurching upward with surprisingly powerful force. Trixie is prepared for this though and as soon as she feels the body underneath hers begin to buck and struggle, it is quickly wreathed in a gelatinous layer of magic rendering the pony inside more or less immobile.
However, Trixie is a particularly harsh pony, one that revels in the feelings and emotions that ponies would rather hide away or try their hardest to repress; such as fear, embarrassment, and more coincidentally, pain; so the veil of magic that she had currently encased her employee in only restricted movement from the neck down. This meant that Trixie was free to bask in the utterances of fear and pain that she thought were oh so delectable; but on the other side of the coin, it meant that her captive was now free to make such noises; noises that she was sure would upset the other pony in the room greatly.
"Ah...Trixie...s-stop!" Snails squealed, his face depicting intense, searing pain more clearly than the usual emotion that usually graced the lanky colt's features.
"I already told you" Trixie started, the sultry lilt of her voice doing nothing to ease the white hot jolts of pain currently assaulting the colt's rear as she continued to feed the colt small increments of the pseudo-penis. "Just relax, take deep breaths, and soon you'll be begging me to give you more."
"Trixie stop, you're hurting him!" Snips interjected, a fierce look in his eyes.
"He's fine" She drawled, rolling her own eyes as the suspended colt's friend stared daggers at her. "But if he keeps tensing up like that its gonna be a lot more uncomfortable for him."
"I'm serious Trixie!" Snips warned. "If you don't put him down right now I'll-"
"You'll what?" Trixie interjected, her eyebrow raised in intrigue.
"I'll go get Twilight!" Snips stated, the air of finality about the statement coupled with the smug grin he was suddenly sporting made Trixie  take a slight step back in surprise.
"You wouldn't" She dared, her eyes narrowed  in challenge.
"I would" he stated firmly and concise, his determined eyes locking with the incredulous, open mouthed stare of Trixie. However Trixie was not one to be intimated easily, and once she saw the callow, inexperienced pipsqueak of a colt standing before her, attempting to essentially strong-arm her into disassembling her carefully thought out plan, she took action.
The light blue unicorn's horn sparked to life once again, but what she had done with it Snips was unsure. He was about to question her motives when he noticed a sort of drowned out buzzing noise that had previously been absent from the tense, silent atmosphere of the room. He whipped his head this way and that way, trying fervently to discern the source of the noise, but to no avail. He looked to Trixie for some sort of explanation only to find the mare in question smirking at him for the umpteenth time.
"What'd you do?!" Snips demanded.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head." She murmured, patting the frowning colt's head. "All I did was switch it on."
"Switch it on?" Snails asked, circling back to confusion.
"The thing that's going to inspect the both of you."
"You didn't tell us it would hurt!" Snips retorted angrily, stomping his hoof. Trixie simply smiled at him, pointing a hoof in Snails direction.
"Does he look like he's in pain to you?" Snails followed Trixie's hoof to the sight of his friend, lying flat on his back, his member stiff and leaking, the object she'd stuck into him minutes ago now buzzing violently. Snips glances up at his friend's face and notices how tightly his eyes are screwed shut and the grimace that was etched into his features and he felt concern bubbling up in his gut. But something felt...odd to the young colt. His friend seemed oddly content for someone who was supposedly in intense pain.
"What's wrong with em'?" Snails asked, turning a curious ear to Trixie.
"Nothing’s wrong with him, he's just-" Trixie pauses, once again struggling to find the right words"-reaping the benefits of being employed by the Great and Powerful Trixie."
Snails looked back to his friend and made a face. Trixie couldn't decide if the look that crossed the young colt was intrigue or disgust, but she had already baited the line, the only thing left for her to do was cast it.
"He looks like he's enjoying that" Trixie remarked offhandedly as the two watched the yellow colt writhe and squirm on the floor of her caravan. Snips said nothing, he simply stared at his friend in a state of both awe and confusion, wondering if what Snails was really feeling felt as good as he was making it seem.
"You could be feeling the same thing right now" Trixie commented, waving the instrument that was meant for Snips in front of herself nonchalantly with her magic. Snips seemed to ponder her offer for a long minute before responding.
"Well...I guess I could give it a try..." He confesses, a deep rose red blush seeping through the fur on his cheeks and giving his face a slight purple tint.
"Excellent" Trixie practically hissed, proceeding to dip the object in the small container of lubricant.
The procedure with Snips went relatively the same way it had with Snails. He was told to turn around and take deep breaths, which he did, albeit with a steadily mounting reluctance. The panties that Trixie has so graciously provided for him were shimmied down his legs and the unicorn placed her hooves on his flanks, much like she had done to Snails not five minutes prior.
"You know the drill Snips, relax and leave everything to Trixie." The statement did nothing to ease the pit in the colt's stomach, in fact, Snips reckoned she'd just made it worse. And not only did the unctuous way she whispered in his ear make him jittery, when she moved both her hooves to the small of his back and began to apply an ever so gentle pressure, attempting to ease him onto the object she no doubt had placed underneath him, he nearly lost his footing on account of the shaking in his legs.
"Just relax Snips" She breathed in his ear, the pressure she was applying becoming a bit firmer.
"T-trixie, I'm not so sure I wanna do this anymore" the little colt stammered, attempting to scurry his way out from under Trixie's hooves.
"You don't want to do this anymore?!" Trixie gasped, putting a hoof to her snout in faux incredulity. "But what about the poor ponies whose houses were destroyed by the Ursa Minor YOU led to Ponyville? Snips caught the eye of the guilty colt and decided she needed to press further
"Don't you feel like you owe them?" Trixie continued to stare the colt down, a grin of  triumph flashing across her face when the colt's face sours even more.
"But what does this have to do with-" Snips attempts; however he is cut off once again as Trixie grabs him by the flanks.
"Leave all the technicalities to Trixie." She whispers dangerously into his ear, resuming where she'd left off with his rear end. "Just be a good colt, do what you're told and who knows-" she trails off, suspending his rump mere centimeters from the tip of the fake penis; "-you may get more than just a magic show." And with that she closes the remainder of the distance between his rump and the tip of the toy, a shiver of delighting surging through her body as she hears the young colt groan as the tip spreads open his virgin backside.
To his credit, Snips doesn't struggle nearly as much as Snails had done. In fact, Trixie doesn't even have to use the restriction spell, he simply soldiers through each inch until his rump finally meets the wooden planks beneath him. (not without the occasional pained groan or whimper however)
"See, was that so hard?" Trixie asks, a panting Snips, his face contorted in pain and his chest heaving. The only answer she receives is a groan of discomfort, which is a feast for her in and of itself.
"Take it out Trixie!" Snips moans, finally putting up a fight to try and relive himself from the new and excruciating pain radiating from his backside.
"But it's already all the way in, and you've been such a good boy so far" Trixie murmured, rubbing his flanks tenderly.
"It hurts" Snips whined, shifting uncomfortably.
"All you need to do is relax and it will resolve itself eventually."
"I can't" Snips complained; "it hurts too much."
"You catch more flies with honey..." Trixie sighed, her horn alight once again. Seconds later the same grating buzz that had been causing Snails such extreme pleasure was also now emanating from Snips' behind.
"Ah Trixie whaaaaa-"  Snips gasped, his back arching sharply, a sudden moan of pleasure effectively cutting off his sentence.
"Trixie-" he tries again to question his assailant,but amidst the mounting pleasure, he can do nothing but utter a discordance of noises and utterances that sound almost like words.
"Shh" She pats the colts head as he stewed in the pleasure now assaulting his young body. "Just let it happen."
She feels a harsh shiver rip through his body, his breath coming out in shuddering gasps as the vibrations from the toy beleaguer his sensitive prostate. She can feel his knees shaking and wobbling underneath him, almost sending the colt (and the mare latched to his backside) to the ground; so she gently lays him onto the floor next to his friend as both the colts are inundated by the ripples of pure pleasure engulfing their bodies.
She then steps back and takes a minute to really appreciate the sight before her, having to once again keep her libido in control as she watches as both colts writhe and spasm in paroxysms of ecstasy from the exquisite sensations.
Trixie's bout of voyeurism goes on for quite some time as the two colts continue to bask in the feeling of extreme stimulation; and it's only when Trixie feels the familiar pangs of sleep prodding at her eyes does she decide to end the ride. However, being the braggadocios, show-offy mare that she is, she decides that she should end the “show” with a bang.
"Well, it's been fun boys," Trixie chuckles, her horn spurring to life, the magical energy surrounding both the buzzing rods lodged in the backsides of the two incapacitated colts. The Unicorn's horn flares brightly for a fraction of a second before diminishing somewhat, the sharp crescendo of a pair of moans following in its wake.
The light then carries over to the leaking protrusions in between each colt's legs, cradling each shaft in a pale blue sheaf of magical energy.
"You boys ready for the finale?" She purrs, getting to her hooves and rearing back in concentration as her horn glows ever-brighter, along with the magical energy around their shafts and the dildo's in their butts.
It takes a fair amount of effort on Trixie's part to even get the spell going and in the midst of the straining and exertion she wonders how in the world it is that that purple unicorn that insists on showing her up at every turn can make doing complicated spells look so easy.
Trixie spends the better part of two mintues exerting herself, and is on the verge of giving up when images of herself sleeping another night in her caravan while the wind  made it teeter on its axis or a  freak thunderstorm made the roof leak gave her the extra motivation she needed, and with one final grunt of exertion and a flourish of magic, the spell is cast.
She hears her two employees each heave desperate, high pitched wails of rapture as the duo is pushed over the edge and they finally cum, making an absolute mess of themselves, each other, and a good part of Trixie's caravan.