Life's Left Hook

She dances around and flaunts her girth, swaying it back and forth to the music.

It's almost hypnotizing.

You look to your right.

The doctor is practically drooling.

Would it even fit?

Is it even practical?

Hell, you still don't even know if it's real.

You look back at it.

She's still showing it off, doing hip thrusts and dangling it dangerously close to the mares in the audience.

The floor is now gold.

Literally.

There are bits on practically every square inch of the floor.

And mares are lining up to touch that monster...

Finally, she hits her knees, front and center.

The thing hangs out in front of her, stealing the attention of everyone in the crowd as it bobs and pulses.

Even from up in the booth, you can see one of the veins bulging out...

All you can do is mouth the word 'wow' in silence as Trixie carries on with her show.

Suddenly, a strong smell assaults your nose.

You look to your right.

Oh. Yup.

That's the doctor all right.

She's sure enjoying the show...

Hmm...

After a few more minutes of Trixie grasping, caressing, and playing with her new cock, the show comes to a finish, she slides her hat back on her (southern) head, and she trots behind the curtains and to the dressing room.

The crowd woops and hollers as she exits.

So does the doctor, who has one hoof in the air, and the other idly prodding her crotch.

The thought of helping her with her issue comes to mind, but you decide against it.

You stand up off of your shitty, metal chair, and look at the doctor.

"Well. That was... Something..."

"...Mmmhmm," she finally replies, her gaze still out in the distance.

"Uh, think we should... Go see Trixie?"

"...Y-Yes..."

She nods, finally getting up off of her wet seat.

Shit, the smell was strong.

Yes, you've been in the room with 3 mares in your bed, but...

Holy shit, the doctor must drink something to make it smell like that.

It's not a bad smell by any means - it's just overpowering.

You can hardly smell the smoke in the air.

Finally, you get your attention off of her musk, and start walking down the stairs.

"Ve have to cut through an antechamber to get backstage. I know ze vay. Follow me."

You nod, letting her step in front of you to take the lead.

"Uh, Doctor?"

"Ugh, drop ze formalities, Anonymous. Call me... Something else."

"Cuore fine, then?"

"Mmhmm."

"Fine then. Cuore, were you..."

"Vas I vhat?"

"Expecting that?"

She shakes her head, chuckling as she opens a door.

"Oh, Celestia, no! I vas just as surprised as you vere!"

"Well, you... Really enjoyed the show."

"Y-You noticed, hm?"

"You kiddin'? You could smell that shit from a mile away!"

"Erm... Mi dispiace."

mYou can only assume that's an apology.

"Eh, don't be sorry. It's totally called for. ...And I don't really mind the smell, either."

She rolls her eyes, smiling. "Vhatever you say, Anon."

Once you reach the changing rooms, you find the only one that's occupied.

Room B.

The doctor knocks on the door.

"It's us, darling."

Darling?

"Come on in. ...And close the door behind you."

Cuore nods, turning the doorhandle and sliding the door open.

You see Trixie in her robes, everything covered up.

The two of you step in, and you close the door.

It's fairly roomy in here - big enough for four to sit down.

There's a nice mirror, too.

But the place is a mess.

Marks from pens, keys, and markers litter the walls.

The seats and floors are filthy.

That's probably a cum stain on the floor, too.

"Enjoy the show?"

"...I..."

You chuckle as the doctor tries to find words.

"I thought it was great. This one here was -really- into it," you say, taking a seat."

"Yes, I can smell that," Trixie says, taking a seat across from you.

Cuore sits next to her.

"Did you ever plan on telling me you were a dude?"

Trixie looks at you, a sinister grin on her face.

"Who said I wasn't a mare?

"Well, you kinda have a dick."

She chuckles, shaking her head.

"Yes, I do now. Anonymous, I take it you don't know exactly who I am?"

"Yeah, yeah, Great and Powerful Trixie, I know."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Take it it's some sort of illusion, then?"

Trixie chuckles again, reaching into her robe.

You think she's touching her new tool, too.

"Not an illusion. It's real - it's flesh and blood. I can feel everything."

As fucked up as that sounds, you could just about imagine what you could do with that power...

"It's actually just a half-baked gender switch spell. I still have all of my parts, just plus one."

"Unfortunately, it doesn't last long."

Cuore peers at Trixie's crotch, curious.

"Vell, how long vill you have it?" she asks.

Trixie grumbles a bit in response, looking down.

"Welp, last time, it wouldn't go away, and I panicked. But, finally, I figured out what I have to do."

"I have to... Use it."

The doctor's eyes fixate on the bulge in Trixie's robe.

"And, well, as amazing as it looks, it's... Not optimal for use, since it's so cumbersome. It doesn't fit in any orifice any pony could have, so... It's not easy."

You know, she has a point.

It must not be easy waving a 5 lb. cock around.

"Really? ...Zat's..."

"Actually, I'm just pulling your leg. It takes about an hour for the spell to wear off."

Trixie chuckles for a moment. Said chuckle is shared by noone else.

After she realizes she's laughing alone, she stops.

"But, erm... Seriously, this is getting fairly uncomfortable."

The doctor looks a little flustered.

"V-Vell, I'd help, but... I don't think it'd fit in my mouth."

"You have hooves, don't you?"

"Fair point..."

With that, she slowly reaches down into Trixie's robe.

You see the magic mare suddenly jolt up from a shock.

"AAaah! Ah! Ow! Careful! Don't squeeze too hard! Trixie isn't used to this!"

Cuore grimaces at the interjection, and complies, slowly gliding her arm up.

"...Erm, I'd help, but..."

Trixie looks up at you, her eyes starting to flutter closed.

"You... Aren't one for... Dangly bits, are you?"

She takes a small gasp, looking down for a moment before turning her gaze back to you.

"...Yyyeah, no..."

"I... I still have my mare parts... Give me a hand. ...Or, a tongue, if you'd rather..."

...uh

You hesitate for a moment.

...Is it gay?

You're not sure if it would feel quite right eating something out while a sack squishes on top of your head.

But, it's Trixie.

She's a mare.

She just has a temporary dick.

Your mind is torn in two at this.

Suddenly, the robe slides down, revealing all Trixie has to offer.

Her shaft rests on her belly, stretching up past her belly button and almost to her chest.

It shines like a coin under the dim lighting, and you can see it pulsing.

It's just as impressive as it was before, if not more so up close.

The tip was wet with precum -- likely from the rubbing it was receiving.

Her sack was loose, dangling low over her...

Very red and puffy mare parts.

Those were still as they were.

At least there was some familiar ground here...

"Uh, Anonymous? Are you going to help me, or what?"

Well, you...

Fuck it.

Bracing yourself, you move forward between Trixie's legs.

Her sack is in the way.

You gingerly take a hand and scoop it up, making way for your face to get to her cunt.

You never thought you'd ever hold someone else's balls in your hand.

Much less a mare's.

Shaking the thoughts away, you finally get to work, carefully pressing your lips against Trixie's.

The scent is...

Very, very weird.

It's the mix of ballsweat, maremusk, and precum, alongside Trixie's typical smell.

It makes you snarl a bit, but you keep going.

You slowly run your tongue along her folds, flipping at them as Trixie quivers.

You can feel her ballsack jiggling a little bit as it rests on your head.

It seems the doctor's picking up her pace.

Fuck, that feels weird.

But, for some odd reason, it makes you want to go harder.

You slide your tongue in deeper, and catch one of her petals between your teeth.

You gently nip at it and pull back, snarling.

"-Bwaah! Anonymous! Stop that!"

You run her flesh through your teeth and let it slide out with a little pop, looking up at Trixie past her sack.

"A-Actually, keep going..."

"The Fickle and Indecisive Trixie..."

"Sh-Shut up and keep going!"

You chuckle and oblige, lowering back down.

That fucking sack keeps getting in your way.

You shove it to the side, and it rests on your temple as you start kissing her marehoof.

You can feel Trixie shaking and shuddering as you go at it again, running your tongue along her wet walls.

Her sack bounces against the side of your head as her length is tugged at.

Her hips are bucking, too, and pressing deeper onto your face.

You push back the best you can, trying your best to ignore the bouncing blue pair of bongo balls on the side of your head.

"...Hnn--... Oh, no, it... Auooh..."

You know why she's making those sounds.

Getting good treatment on two ends can't be easy to control.

You turn your head to the side, forcing your tongue in deeper as her hips move along.

You can feel her taking deep breaths as she gets closer and closer.

She reaches down and places a hoof on the back of your head, helping you move along.

Thankfully, she did you the favor of moving her sack out of the way, as well.

That ought to help you.

You run your tongue up and down, in and out of her nethers, reaching up to grab her inner thighs with your hands.

You splay her legs, making things easier to reach for both you and the doctor.

Trixie brings her hoof back up to grasp at her chest, her sack flopping right back next to your head.

Finally, Trixie's back arches, and she lets out a groan.

She gasps out loud, and you feel juices assault your face.

You ride out the storm, mopping up whatever of the mess you could with your tongue.

You can feel her sack squeezing itself dry, and you could just about imagine the unholy load the doctor must be recieving.

"AUUUGH! AAH! OWOWOWOW! MY EYES! IT'S IN MY EYES!"

Well, there's your answer.

Immediately, you pull back, looking up at what's happening.

The doctor's face is completely white, covered in goo.

So is Trixie's chest, face, mane, and forelegs.

There are splatters everywhere else, on the doctor, on the bench, and on the wall.

The doctor is screaming bloody murder, at this point.

She's grasping at her eyes in futility to make them clean of the fresh baby batter.

In her panic, she stands up on her hind legs, trying to move away.

You watch in horror as you see her hind leg reach to step on a puddle of goo that had found its way onto the floor.

She steps, and, as you feared, slips.

*CLONK*

Her head hits the corner of the bench with force, and just like that, she’s out cold.

She flops down on the ground, splayed out.

There’s shit everywhere, and the scene looks absolutely horrible.

You honestly don’t know what to do.

You can’t just… Take her out like this.

There’d be too big of a mess to clean up, and you can't let others see this.

You can’t just leave her there, though.

That’d be terrible, and she’d probably get raped.

But you can’t stay here all night.

You have places to be, and Cadance will kill you if you don’t get her animal crackers.

Trixie looks down at her with concern.

"Uh…”

“Uhm…”

"Anonymous?”

“Yeah?”

"Get a mop before she wakes up…”