The Revised Version.

I still don't understand why I have to do this,” Trixie stated gruffly.
“Look,” said Hoof Washer, “Lemme lay it straight. Ponies want to see celebrities that do charity work every once in a while.”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie does not babysit little kids on Nightmare Night- or ever! Not since that one time, anyway…” Trixie shuddered before refocusing on the matter on hand. “Just- no!” she said, making it as clear as possible to her manager.
“Trixie, you know you’re pretty unpopular as is. That scuffle in Ponyville got you a lot of negative attention. Even your fans just sneak to your performances. Do you want everyone ravin’ about you or not? Face it, Trixie- y’could use the good publicity.”
“Well maybe The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t need to be loved by everypony. She could fix her reputation a-another way!” protested Trixie. She felt the hollowness in her own words. It was time to face it, just as Hoof Washer said.
“Well maybe next time you’re at a ‘special performance’, don’t turn down da cash. Now that place ain’t gonna take you.” he said in response.
Hoof Washer and Trixie were at the Ponyville Foster Home for Unprivileged Foals and Trixie, like most celebrities, she wasn't made to babysit little fillies and colts. Unfortunately, her manager decided that once XXX didn’t work, they should go down the opposite road. But helping the foals to go trick-or-treating on Nightmare Night was not going to be fun. Still, she managed to suck it up and look around for some little guys, then tell the manager that she’d be helping it out with that group on Nightmare Night. “I guess you’re right,” said Trixie. “I need to fix my reputztion around here to get things done.”
“I know,” said Hoof Washer, cockily. “Anyways, a few rules for ya.” He took a piece of paper out of his satchel and handed it to Trixie, who looked it over.
1. Wear a costume (You can't wear your ordinary outfits on the stage while performing or what you wear on a day-to-day based)
Trixie had worn the same look-hat ‘n’ cape- for the past six years and hadn’t changed her look one time- but she would have to tonight.
2.Everypony is going to call you just Trixie. No great, no powerful.
3.You must treat the foals like you’re their cool aunt or something.
After the manager gave her the rules for the charity event she was to do that evening. Trixie signed the contract and promised the manager she’d be there. Trixie got ready and made sure her costume was well-fitting.
And what a costume it was. It was a flowing black gown with purple accents and a sheer purple covering on the skirt. The chest was lace-up and the crisscrossing went with the dress perfectly. On her head was a silvery crown with three fake onyxes on either side and a deep purple fake amethyst in the middle. She looked queenly and regal in it, which satisfied Trixie. It may have been a little much, but Trixie already had the dress. It was just a matter of some inexpensive adjustments and the purchase of a crown. Trixie decided to say she was going as a princess of darkness, which was fitting in light of what event it was for.
Trixie arrive at the Orphanage in a fancy carriage. Despite not being able to call herself great or powerful tonight, Trixie still couldn’t resist the dramatic entrance. After trotting past the sparse paparazzi, she was in. Upon entering she was given four foals to take care of. “And here’s a bag for you,” said the lady who was looking after the foals. “Just to keep up appearances.”
As the foal chatted excitedly, Trixie was receiving a map of Ponyville- specifically prime candy routes and attractions. It was finally time to leave.
The foals that came with her-an earth pony, a unicorn and two Pegasus twins- had some interesting costumes. Cattail (the earth pony filly- who seemed quite interested in animals) went as a werepony. It wasn’t a particularly complex costume, but she seemed to already look the part with her naturally long-haired brown coat. Perhaps it was just her heritage calling to her through costume, thought Trixie. Blackhoof (the unicorn colt) was dressed as a king of the sun- like if Celestia were a stallion. King of Equestria perhaps? It didn’t go particularly well with his black coat and dark purple mane, but it would do. The pegasi twins- Snowy Dawn and Blazing Dusk- went as Celestia and Luna. They actually had pretty good costumes that went with their colors. Snowy Dawn had a cream-colored coat and a fiery orange mane, while Blazing Dusk sported the same mane with a bluish, almost-black coat.
The sun had just finished setting and the festivities had begun. With each step, Trixie wished that the night would be over already. The foals that Trixie were taking care of had no problem rushing from house to house and still staying with sight of Trixie, who they very much respected. Trixie quite liked these sweet little foals, but it did little to ease her boredom. At least the paparazzi were there in the background, so this wasn’t all for nothing. She sighed and went after the foals. The least she could do was give them an awesome Nightmare Night.
After a few hours of trick-or-treating, Trixie took the kids to the festival to play some carnival games and hear the story Nightmare Moon. Blackhoof had fallen into the apple-bobbing bucket, but Trixie pulled him out and dried him off with her magic. When Snowy got scared from the story, Trixie comforted her. Trixie was finally starting to enjoy herself as she assumed the role of den mother.
Of course by then, it was already midnight and it was time to take the foals home. Trixie hugged the kids goodbye and promised to visit at some point. At the beginning of the night, such a promise would have been hollow, but by now it was genuine. Finally, it was time to leave.
“Here are yer bits, Trixie,” said the manager, offering her a bag as they entered the agency building.
“I’m good,” said Trixie. “Besides, isn’t this not-for-profit?”
“You’re turning down the money? Very well,” replied Hoof Washer. “I was simply offering compensation for yer miserable night.”
“Didn’t turn out as bad as I thought it would,” Trixie divulged. “Don’t tell anyone,” she added. But the manager had already turned his attention to some clop movie on the TV. Right there in the background was Trixie, sucking a dick.
“Ya little whore, y’were lying when ya said ya had no experience,” spat Hoof Washer. “Makes me wonder why y’were so nervous at that triple-X event, I jus’ wrote it off as you bein’ green.”
He stroked his chin for a second. “You know, if you’re not too much of a pussy, I have an offer for you…” He gave Trixie the information, and Trixie was on her way.
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Trixie entered the Caretaker room and she saw Twilight Sparkle + wings- damn those wings! - watching the clop video with her jaw wide open. It seemed that all of the TV’s were connected, which Hoof Washer forgot about. Trixie was shocked that Twilight was an Alicorn. “Hi… Trixie?” said Twilight. Disgusted, Trixie turned around and was ready to head back to her house, but the caretaker walked in and convinced her to stay. After a few embarrassing moments, Trixie start to feel… interesting. A good interesting. The caretaker started to tell the two rivals her problem.
“My breasts have been pretty swollen for the past two days and the mare that usually helps me is out of town. Now I asked Princess Twilight here, but… I dunno, something sounds weird about ordering a princess around.”
“So you want me to-“ Trixie did a double take. “-you want me to do something about it? I don’t know the first thing about- I dunno- boobhealing.”
“Oh Princess Twilight offered to help out anyways, just instruct from the sidelines. You’ll be doing the actual work, though.”
Twilight began to show her where to start. The caretaker lay on her back with her breast showing and Twilight start to rub it, pushing down gently. “Can’t help yourself, eh?” the caretaker moaned. “Oh Trixie, I forgot to tell you, the milk comes out easier when paired with sex. Is that okay with you?” Trixie sighed and started to play with herself as she rubbed the caretaker’s full jug some more.
“Step two is licking, okay Trixie?” said Twilight in a sweet voice. Trixie gave the caretaker’s boob a few tentative licks, only to lose herself in it and begin sucking with just too little force to take out any milk.
“Hungry little whore, just like that,” said the caretaker between moans.
“I’m not a whore,” stated Trixie defensively.
“You’re getting ready to fuck me and you don’t even know my name,” said the caretaker. “Sounds like you’re a little slut to me.” Cheeks red, Trixie went back to sucking. “More tongue, whore,”
After a few more minutes of licking and sucking, Trixie began to squeeze the breasts with her hooves as Twilight started using her magic to levitate the milk over to a bucket. “This is heaven,” sighed the caretaker happily.
Several minutes passed as they milked the caretaker. “Alright,” said Twilight. “time to play!”
Twilight brought out some dildos and butt plugs for everyone. Trixie and Twilight put the butt plugs in they asses and they both put a dildo in the caretaker’s cunt together. They thrusted slowly and in tempo, pleasing themselves as they did so. It was not long before Trixie and Twilight attached strap-ons. The caretaker was on cloud nine with Trixie in her pussy and Twilight in her ass. Still, the two managed to outdo themselves as Twilight shoved her tongue in the caretaker’s mouth and Trixie massaged her now-smaller breasts. The three were hornier than they had ever been. With the last few thrusts, Twilight and Trixie came at the same time. Of course, these were no ordinary strap-ons. As they came, their cum was funneled through and gave the effect of semen to the caretaker. This was enough to send her over the edge, and moans of ecstasy could be heard throughout the room. Trixie dived in, greedily licking up the caretaker’s orgasm. Twilight got her taste after making out with Trixie.
As their libido faded, Twilight and Trixie realized what they did. “EW!” they said in unison before walking out. A few minutes later, Trixie snuck back in.
“What is your name, anyway?”