PonySuck Adventure

A: Take the left path

[OPTION A SELECTED]

*You decide that the left path leading towards a series of hills looks slightly more appealing than the other options. Perhaps staying away from the forest entirely is the safest path, and it is with this logic that you make your way along the dirt trail. The hills off in the distance certainly look promising, and you're glad to finally be away from this dark and dangerous part of Ponyville.*

*After a relatively short time of moving around the outskirts of Ponyville, you spy something that seems to be sparkling with a starry color in the corner of your eye. You want to ignore it, but your natural curiosity drives you to get closer. You see it move behind a nearby tree and follow it, only to find that there's nothing there. You scratch your head briefly before an unfamiliar voice calls to you from behind.*

"The great and powerful Trixie thinks you look a little lost, human!"

*As you've come to expect, the voice is feminine. You've been found by another mare, it seems, but you can at least tell her name by the way she introduces herself. When you turn, she's already closer than her voice let on, standing on all fours mere feet away from you looking quite regal in her getup. This so-called "Trixie" wears a magician's hat and cape over herself, both covered in stars and what appears to be a generous amount of glitter. Aside from that, her pristine light blue coat and silvery mane imply that she is youthful and well-groomed, despite finding her near a forest.*

*She gestures at your crotch with a silent, almost knowing smile as she leans towards the loincloth covering your manhood. Smiling back, you readily allow the pony to nuzzle her cheek into your groin, blushing at the sudden affection she shows even as she speaks with a know-it-all tone.*

"Mmn, Trixie knows of your plight. You're the one Trixie has been thinking about all day. For some reason...she wants to feel your filthy dick... oozing semen down her throat..."

*Clearly this boastful mare is not one for subtlety, pointing out the obvious from the get-go and tipping you off that she's being affected by whatever is making mares attracted to you as well. Of course, to you, there's nothing more arousing than such a mare between your legs, dutifully sucking for every last drop of seed stored within you. At every pause, Trixie nuzzles deeper, inhaling your scent before finally looking up at you, a menacingly seductive grin appearing on the unicorn's face.*

"Trixie might be feeling generous enough to help you along if you solve a little curiosity for her."

*Her hooves hook around your waist, gripping your buttocks from behind as her horn glows a bright blue to match. You feel your loincloth being loosened, but in her haste, you notice that this mare's attempt is more desperate than all the others. Grabbing her by the shoulders, you lightly nudge her away to get a good look at Trixie, her hat falling off in the process.*

*You're taken aback by her surprising beauty, despite her arrogance. Her surprise at your actions only lasts for a moment before she stares into your eyes with clear desire and a hint of innocence to her. You doubt you would have been able to have seen this side of her in any other circumstance, but she quickly notices this and shies away from you, clearly embarrassed. Her voice is quieter, speaking in hushed tones after clearing her throat.*

"I'm offering you an exchange of favors. I can get you to where you need to be if you... satisfy me. Do you accept?"

*You ponder this for a few brief moments. On one hand, you'll be getting closer to your eventual goal (hopefully), and also receive another blowjob (and possibly more) from this attractive mare... yeah, both of those sound good to you. However, you *could** make it to Canterlot on your own two feet. Who ever said you needed magic to get there?**

*From here, you choose to...*

OPTION A: Allow The Great and Powerful Trixie to taste your delicious and nutritious jizz. (turn to page 10)

OPTION B: Refuse her offer and get to Canterlot on your own two feet. (turn to page 3)