The Great and Powerful Snails

Snails popped his head up as he heard a small ding. He glanced back and smiled as he heard the clang of the dumbwaiter. He opened it and pulled the dishes out, barely any remnant of the stew he had made last night still clinging to the china. He placed the dishes into the large sink and quickly got to scrubbing.

He only had Trixie for a couple more days, but these last few had been more then enough to make himself feel better. She had always called him master, always was willing to smile if he asked, and then there was the sex. Snails couldn’t help but blush as he thought of how willing she had been. Not that she is the one initiating it or anything, but everytime she places those manicured hands on her thighs, it sends chills down my spine.

Snails breathed in deeply, staring at the soft purple wall paper of his kitchen as his mind ran away with him, enjoying thousands of different scenarios with his beloved at once. The two of them dating, settling down, and having children was definitely amongst his favorites. However, these thoughts were interrupted by a rough cough from a familiar voice.

“How have you been?”

Snails swallowed hard as he looked down at Snips. He knew what he had to do for Trixie, but it almost didn’t help. Almost. “You can’t see Trixie.”

Snips stepped back and furrowed his brow. “What?”

Snails stepped forward and frowned before hardening his gaze. “You can’t see Trixie again. You’ll hurt her.”

Snips blinked a few times before giving a small chuckle. “What makes you think I’m here for that… woman?”

Snails faltered. He hadn’t thought about that. “Oh, I’m sorry. Um, I’m doing well. You?”

Snails put on a false smile as he tried to contain his rage. He had been expecting to get what he deserved today. “Hurt, actually. My best friend gives me the best gift on the planet and then says nothing for two weeks. When I finally get back, the ungrateful dick decides to buffalo-give on his gift and protect the person who has made both of us–”

Smack!

Snails was breathing hard and stared at his hand for a moment. he hadn’t meant to, but at the same time it felt so right. He straightened the arm with one finger pointing. “Leave, Snails. Trixie and I talked about how you lie to me. How you think you can use my ignorance to your advantage, and keep me as your own assistant. I won’t listen to it anymore, and I want you to leave. Now.”

Snips gazed into the blurry eyes of his “best” friend. This orange man who now stood between him and what he wanted, and yet had always been there before to help him get everything that he wanted. If it weren’t for Snails, he wouldn’t even have the job at the mint. However, Snips only saw the obstacle, just as he had always seen Snails as the lesser of two henchman. A tool, and now that tool was broken.

Snips horn started to gently glow as he stated, “Snails, you don’t want to do this.” Snails’ own horn’s light grew in intensity as Snips spoke. “She lies and tricks–”

The two spells fired at once. A gash opened up in Snails side as he was thrown to the side while Snails’ spell caught Snips right on the horn.

Snips tried to stand up, but everything spun. The purple in the room, his own gray fur, all of it was absolutely fascinating. I didn’t know there were this many shades of wood. His attention immediately switched to the harsh blow to his back, and then the pull on his coat. Wait, I know what this is! This is Snails’ house. No! Focus!

Snips turned back to the orange man. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt that read “Go Cops!” on the front in large, glorious, yellow letters. However, the side of it was torn up the side and stained red. I got to turn off the stove when I get home! Stop succumbing to this damned Tourette’s spell!

Snips was actually impressed. He knew this was Snails’ signature spell, one that made you see the world in his retarded state of mind. However, it took a lot of concentration, and the pain in his side would normally have broken it. Snips planned to soon fix this.

Snails collapsed as a harsh fist slammed into the side of his kneecap and a spike of pain flooded up his body. However, the spell stayed, and they were finally at the back door. As Snips was pulled up, he firmly headbutted Snails.

The spell broke and Snips felt a spasm of pain run through his head as his mind tried to slow down. The pain was amplified as he heard a crack when Snails swung back and slammed his skull back into the gray unicorn’s. The two stumbled, Snips out the back door, Snails back into the house.

With a weak kick, Snails closed the door. His horn glowed for only a moment as it dead bolted. Snips was on the other side, and he hadn’t seen him move. However, Snails couldn’t really care at the moment. Sorrow ate at his soul and pain at his body. He wanted sleep, and the trickle of blood down his face made the option all that more tempting. His eyes slowly closed, the world starting to fade with each moment.

“Master! Master!”

Snails’ eyes flew back open as he heard Trixie’s screaming. He bent and winced in pain. He placed a hand on his side and thanked Celestia. The cut bled a good bit, but it still felt shallow. Though maybe I shouldn’t have tested the depth with my fingers. Snails got up and limped over to his medicine cabinet. Once a rough dressing was applied and the bleeding stopped, at least for now, he wobbled his way upstairs.

Trixie almost screamed when the orange mass slammed onto the floor. She held her breath, a deep fear setting in that the red stain on his side was fatal. Freedom didn’t cross her mind, at least, not freedom like this. She rushed over to him and could just brush his cheek when the chain stopped her. “Snails?”

He turned and gave her a slight smile. “I’m okay. A little woozy is all.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at the higher than normal pitched voice. It faded quickly though as Snails tried to get up and then collapsed again next to her. She placed a hand against his face and then moved it down to the bandage. There wasn’t nearly enough pressure for the type of wound he had received.

Trixie started the hazardous process of undressing as she noticed the head wound. She swallowed hard and remembered the small medical class she had taken to make sure she could take care of herself on the road. Keep him talking. If he sleeps, he will be as good as dead.

“Did this happen because of me?”

Snails took in a shaky breath as he tried to focus his eyes. The dizziness of blood loss made it difficult, but that shining blue face gave him great motivation as it tried to smile at him. “I… I guess. Snips and I had been growing apart anyways. I guess I just had grown complacent as he asked me to do weirder and weirder things, never questioning it because he was my friend.”

“That… that is a real shame.” Trixie pulled tight the redone bandage and put her hands to her sides. She felt a small grip on her left hand and turned to see a small smile and lowering eyelids looking at her.

“Thank you Trixie. For everything.”

Fear filled her as he tilted his head back. She had to do something, anything to keep him awake. To keep him there with her. She bent low and breathed gently on his lips before slowly pressing hers against him.

He first allowed the tender lips to lull him further into the kind, gentle, world of sleep. However, the tender kiss demanded more of his attention when the mouth against him widened and a wet appendage slid along his lips. He allowed it access and opened his eyes back up, wondering why his dream was so sudden, or so vivid.

Trixie held his head as her tongue shot into the back of his throat. She slid her tongue back and got a small moan out of Snails as she tickled his mouth. The two stayed there for a few moments, Snails trying to please her. She almost laughed at the wild flailing movements and wrapped her tongue around his to calm him.

The two finally parted from the deep kiss and Trixie gave him a small smile as tears filled her eyes. “You… you did this for me. No one does anything for me. Please, let me show you how grateful I am for all that you have done for me this month. You just have to stay awake.”

Snails swallowed hard but still nodded. Trixie slowly undid the front of her blouse, each button undone very slowly. She slipped the shirt off and pushed up against her large bra. She closed her eyes half-way and licked her lips while her hands removed themselves and started removing his pants.

Snails let out a small moan but also a hiss in pain as his large member was slowly pulled out. Trixie had a small moment of panic, but was quickly distracted by the large, twitching appendage in front of her. She no longer feared it, but she knew she should love it. That was his intention right? For me to become addicted. Trixie glanced past it and felt a flutter in his chest as the two made eye contact.

She pushed the thought out of her mind. It wasn’t a part she could enjoy, a part she had to fear above anything else. It didn’t leave though, merely hid while Trixie refocused on her task.

Snails tensed as one of Trixie’s soft fingers traced slowly up the throbbing dick. The velvety touch that he had wanted for so long now was gently brushing against it and he never had even suggested it. Trixie smiled as she heard him start to moan. Her fingers curled slowly around him, barely getting back to her palm as her hand tried to fit the thick trunk.

Slowly the fur rose and fell. Each movement brought more moans from Snails and Trixie could feel liquid running down her thighs. However, she had no intention of that. Not today, nor ever would she be the one to mount him. But why?

Trixie barely registered the thought as one hand undid itself and moved down her smooth stomach. She let out a small, delighted moan as a single finger poked her inflamed clit. She circled the sensitive node before continuing lower into the damp pond of her pussy. She panted as her fingers teased the pink folds that resided there, not caring that she was showing her active want for her master.

Trixie’s eyes locked on the glistening tip of the cock. She licked her lips as she brought herself closer to it. She could feel her breath bouncing back as her tongue started to reach out to the raging beast.

Slurp.

Snails’ whole body tensed; he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. This white fluid flowed out of the tip and splattered Trixie’s mane and face. However, it didn’t even attempt to go down in Trixie’s light grip. It wanted more, and Trixie found out quickly that the taste was one she wanted more of too.

Snails moaned louder as Trixie gave the side of his pecker a peck. It slowly grew to be more as Trixie’s tongue ran along one of the pumping veins. Snails started to shiver and shake as Trixie’s saliva coated the the entire appendage as he gave a small squeal of pleasure from a light kiss on the tip. He made eye contact with her as she gently licked the tip, her lips pursed against it.

Slowly Trixie sunk down. Her tongue curled around the thick cock, and she immediately found it pushing against the back of her throat. The smell was intoxicating to her though, as the taste of him filled her. She knew she was close to coming, all off of the thought of pleasing the man that made her happy. She tried to push the thought out of her mind as she forced more of Snails’ cock into her mouth.

However, when she gurgled from the blockage, she felt two hands land on the side of my head. He’s going to force me. Make me take it. Make me devour all of him. Why is this thought making me so damned horny? Tears filled her eyes as her head started to hurt, but it also gave no resistance as Trixie was slowly dragged off of the now glistening penis.

Trixie gazed into her master’s eyes as he said, “Don’t hurt yourself. You don’t have to take it all.”

She let out a shuddering breath as a final wave of pleasure coursed through her. She slowly lowered herself, the soft pitter patter of her pleasure juices causing her to blush. Her greedy lips quickly closed on the member again and immediately she went low. She forced herself further and further, not wanting to let go of her wondrous lover’s wanting cock.

Snails wailed as the tight throat squeezed and writhed around him. He knew Trixie was probably in pain, but she seemed to want this no matter what he had said, and he honestly didn’t want to stop her. She reached his hilt and he couldn’t take anymore. He gave a small warning, but it was too late as the large load exploded into Trixie’s throat.

She gagged. It tasted wonderful, but there wasn’t a mare alive who could have taken a full load of Snail while choking on the full length. She flung herself back, coughing hard. She threw up a large pool of white and shuddered for a few moments. Strong arms wrapped around her and she looked back at Snails and smiled. “I’m okay. I promise. I have just one last thing, one last thing to take away the pain.”

Snails nodded, even though he was exhausted and felt a little dizzy. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and this was the proof he needed. She liked him, at the very least liked him. He bent in for a kiss, and for a moment Trixie hesitated. The moment continued further and she lowered herself, knowing she didn’t dare submit to a kiss again.

However, she was more than willing to unhook her bra. More than willing to lower herself and put the thick member between her breasts. She needed to thank him one more time for caring about her, even though she was a bitch.

The soft mounds surrounded the throbbing cock, easily consuming it within the large bosom. She slowly licked the tip that persisted to protrude, even out of her massive rack. The heavenly flesh slowly rubbed against him as she squirmed and tried to figure out the best way to do this. He smiled as Trixie’s blush continued to grow. “I’m sorry it’s taking a bit.”

“I can–ung!” Trixie smiled, taking it as a grunt of pleasure. Her tongue licked up more of his delicious precum and finally Trixie put her hands to her breasts and squeezed them tight against his cock. Slowly she let out lustful moans, slowly grinding the mountains against log. She gripped her nipples and slowly dragged them upwards.

Snails heard a small smack as Trixie’s breasts slammed back down and started making their way back up. He could see the small pink nubs inflamed to a light red while they were being stretched. Trixie slowly started changing the pace on each breast until one would be slowly sliding down while the other was held high in the air.

It quickly became far too much, but this time, his warning came in time. Trixie smiled as her breasts were pressed tight against his crotch. Her lips wrapped quickly around, and her cheeks puffed out as the climax rolled through Snails. He watched as Trixie slowly swallowed each and every drop, only letting go once his cock was clean. He got to admire the glistening, liquid covered, cleavage and satisfied smile on Trixie for a moment before collapsing in exhaustion.

Trixie crawled over and collapsed against him. Her arms slowly wrapped around him, and she was about to go to nod off when she heard something. Something that terrified her.

Knock, knock!

“Ponyville Police, open up.”