The Great and Powerful Ship
Common ruffians, you think as you peek out from the pile of hay you've hidden yourself in. To think they would mock The Great and Powerful Trixie. Checking once more for any witnesses and finding none, you spring from your hiding place and gallop to the shattered remains of your wagon. At least none of these plebeians had the gall to rifle through the Great and Powerful Trixie's things. The coach was a total loss. I'll have to con some other lesser pony out of theirs.
Your ears twitch as you hear a mumbling from behind you. "...And that one goes to the mons..." Whirling around to face the interloper you are confronted by the strangest sight ever. A medium sized bipedal form stumbles over a piece of a shattered wheel, falling to the ground. It makes no movements save to bring a glowing box back before its face.
The appearance of a human is not such a rare thing nowadays. Having heard of the Great and Powerful Trixie's exploits, the simple minded creatures pop in and out of Equestria all of the time, though usually they are not dressed in such a magnificent fashion. While it is, of course, normal for fans to dress as their idols--your hat and cape are quite distinctive-- the undergarments with your cutie mark on them, which are the creature's only other clothing, are a bit much. Only a very great and devoted fan would go this far.
"...Only half done with teh drawfrand..." The creature mutter, its pinkies, no wait, thumbs repeatedly tapping a small glowing box and paying you no mind at all.
You draw yourself up. Even if The Great and Powerful Trixie took pains to hide herself from the ponies of this village in order to avoid being swamped with love and adoration, that is no call for the young male to ignore you. "You there. Human," you say. "Why have you disturbed the Great-" You stop in shock as the beast waves a hand at you.
"One sc, almost done with this psot," he says.
Nopo- Nobody silences the Great and Powerful Trixie! Stamping your hoof, you shout, "I said, what-"
"Oh!" he says, his head jerking away from his glowing box in surprise. "I though Cereal shut teh pratol down." He looks around in awe at the tiny little village--Horseytown?
After a minute, the human still has not focused his attentions on you. You clear your throat, causing him to jump and finally focus his weak and meager mind where it belongs. "Whoa, Trixie!" Your looks and magnificent mane have clearly stunned the brute. "I'm-" His needy box makes a dinging sound and his attention is ripped from you.
Your eyes narrow as you contemplate the glowing box. You need to do something to pry his attention away from that devious magical device. No one should be able to ignore The Great and Powerful Trixie like this. Trixie must have adoration!
Walking forward, you poke the creature in his flank, or whatever. "You. Tell Trixie your name," you command.
"I just need to post thing email ral quik," he says, thumbs tapping away at that attention stealing box. While he is enraptured with the box, it dings again.
This magic device has quite a hold on him. You realize that it will take far more than your usual tricks to win the praise you so rightfully are due. Quailing a little bit in the face of this realization, you summon up all of your courage. No pony, griffon, or donkey has yet not given Trixie her due, you think. This human shall too!
Mind firmly resolved to win back the attention of the weak willed subject in front of you, you stand over the enthralled human. Slowly you lower your muzzle down to his bared chest. Glancing up to the still distracted beast's eyes, you realize you simply will have to carry the plan out in full.
Your tongue snakes out of your mouth and touches the creature's belly, just above a small hole in his abdomen. Dragging your tongue upwards, leaving a thin film of saliva behind, you finally get him to react.
"...And sunned!" he says.
You continue upwards over the slight bump of his nipple. Such a strange place for them, you think. Extending your body fully, you press your head between the bend of his arms. The creature absentmindedly raises them further so your magnificent mane does not obscure his cursed box.
Continuing to move forward you feel your sensitive nipples make contact with the human's sole undergarment. The depiction of your Great and Powerful cutie mark was made from wholly different material. The edge catches your nipples for just the barest fraction of a second and you let loose a small "oh" at the feeling. The smooth material is slightly tacky, and it grips your small nubs as you slowly slide over it, eliciting yet another moan.
The creature's stubby muzzle-- No wait, nose-- is mere inches from yours, but still he has eyes only for his magical box. If he's not paying attention... You reverse course, catching the edge of the tacky material a second time. You groan as your nipples are dragged along the rubbery material and your eyes roll up as you stop trying to stifle the sounds of your enjoyment.
As you thrust yourself forward again, you begin to feel a dampness in your nether regions. You press yourself more fully against this annoying human. Your nipple's loss of contact with the great and powerful garment is sad indeed, but the tacky, grippy substance begins to work its magic on your swollen marehood, dragging at your exposed lips.
As you slide backwards, you squeeze your thighs together, gripping the material and pulling it with you. The warm poking sensation along your belly proves that at least one part of this maddening imbecile has been paying attention. Pressing forward once again, you feel his stiff stallionho- manhood press between you wet and gaping lips.
A small cry escapes your lips as his adequate member strikes your pleasure nub. Your legs tremble and you press harder, sending shivers throughout your body.
"To the pre-readers!" he gasps.
Shut up! You don't want to hear his inane ramblings. Sliding up a bit further, you feel his member press against your opening. Anticipation makes you quake; your legs are shaking so hard, it's a wonder you are able to align everything properly. Without giving heed to the small thoughts that intercourse outside of your species is wrong, you thrust backwards, impaling yourself upon the fool’s...
Not so great and powerful rod. You grunt in frustration and and jerk backwards harder, striving to feel him inside you. Twisting a little, you are finally able to rub his member against your aching need.
Everything properly aligned, you begin slowly rocking once more. Pressure builds quickly as your nipple begin to slip and rub over the oblivious human's stomach, sweat and your own flowing excitement making them slick.
Your ears twitch as you hear him mutter "...Trixie." You yelp, feeling the oncoming, unstoppable quivering begin deep with your loins. Raising your eyes to gaze adoringly into your newest fans', your realize he was still only muttering to his magical box. Past the point of no return, you bury your muzzle in his chest. If only he had a mane... The incomplete thought floats through your mind.
You slam home your haunches one final time, squealing as your climax overtakes you. You try desperately to pump, determined to bring your soon-to-be--greatest fan to his climax as well.
"To the queUEueEUeu!" he groans as you feel him fill you with his love. His hands seize, dropping the magical box as his eyes swivel to meet yours. "Trixie?!" he gasps as you explode into a second, greater, more powerful orgasm.
"But Twilight is best pony today!"
Congratulations! You just got fucked by Seth!
Thanks to Shivered Timbers for the descriptions. Thanks to everyone for editing. If you actually WANT your name associated with this fic, let me know.
