A Hint of Sparkle in the Eyes of Lulamoon

Chapters

Chapter 1 - Public Displays of Affliction
Chapter 2 - Don't You Ever Knock?
Chapter 2.5 - Tough Love
Chapter 3 - Room Service

Chapter 1 - Public Displays of Affliction

Trixie never really liked the fact that she was always being upstaged by every other pony that happened to be a unicorn. Of course, with SOME discretion, she tried to keep herself from being shown up, but that always flopped. Her old boastful show attitude always showed up and like a reoccurring nightmare, there was another unicorn on standby, just waiting to shut the periwinkle show unicorn down. But each time this happened, Trixie had an inkling of a pleasurable sensation from this constant ridicule. No, it wasn’t the jeers and boos of the crowds, nor was it the being outclassed by another unicorn of greater skills and talents. Actually, it was EXACTLY that, being dominated and rendered helpless against another that wants to deem themselves better than the Great and Powerful. She found it odd but increasingly satisfying as each little “incident” occurred. This masochist hunger, the need to satisfy this…raw emotions, emotions Trixie hasn't felt in, well, the Rise of Celestia. She has never gotten herself to the point of experiencing true pleasure no mere stallion has ever graced her with the honor of obtaining. She also found it odd that she herself couldn’t pleasure the Great and Powerful Trixie.

“I, the Great and Powerful Trixie, simply cannot indulge herself in the magical pleasures of her own sexual prowess?”

Deprived, unsatisfied, and alone: these words described the once well-known showmare Trixie Lulamoon, still in infamy. And this all pointed to the one special precious little student, the one who had caused this little curse to fall upon her, the curse of sexual deprivation and endless torture…

“Though I like the sound of THAT idea….at the hooves of the right pony for job, of course” Trixie wistfully mumbled with lust, eyeing every bit of plot, flank, and body she could lay eyes on in Ponyville. Walking the streets with so much potential, so many unsatisfied mares and stallions Trixie could see in this little hoe-dunk of a village. Trixie knows that none of these little roaming horses can’t satisfy the hunger she has for one particular mare she has in mind to quell this sexual beast writhing in her nethers, squirming at the lack of attention not being given by its master. “Now now, Trixie….nnnnngg…just a bit further…..you’ll get your heart’s desire soon enough”

And as if this wasn’t figured out already by the ever-plot-thirsty mare, there stood her victim, soon to be Master: Twilight Sparkle, right outside the library. Oh, there’s my little dominator, the Smarty-Hooves, Goody-two hooves…”Wow, I really need to let this go…” And speaking of letting go, Trixie turned a greater shade of the Tartarus fires, horn bursting with raw magic, moaning deeply at the sudden wave of unexpected attention from behind, as though somepony had dared to mount Trixie when she didn’t expect it! The sudden burst of pleasure surmounted a sizeable climax from the mare, sending short spurts of pre-cum as the foreign object was yanked from the moisten tenderness from below, firing Trixie into a Grand Finale, sending laborious spurts of orgasm out into the open air. Such a violent removal fatigued her instantly, dropping her to the ground. Trixie rolled over onto her back by the Tree Library, presenting her still pulsating body to whatever had flipped her switch….

“Wow, I never knew how handy cucumbers can be, especially when they can ‘come-and-go’ as they please!! They just disappear!! Like magic!!” said the only pony alive in Equestria that could attempt a pun as such besides the writer himself…

“So Trixie came back and came all over the place too!!” giggled the pink party planning pony, pushing the perplexing amounts of polished alliterations allowed for one possible sentence.

“How exciting! Except-the-fact-that-you-tried-to-banish-Twilight-from-Ponyville-and-enslaved-all-of-Ponyville-to-do-your-evil-nasty-deviously-attractively-lustously-amazing…..” Pinkie ranted before finally burying her muzzle into Trixie’s marehood, replacing the large fruit (yes, it’s a fruit) with her swirling, wet tongue.

The one time Trixie enjoyed Pinkie’s quick-paced banter was for this and this alone: Pinkie’s tongue was the fastest in all Equestria, fast enough to rival the Most Athletic and Fastest flyer in Equestria, as well as the most flexible tongue too. Every wet swirl of Pinkie’s tongue shot a spark of magic from Trixie’s illuminated horn, about every few seconds. The lapping tongue wormed its way through Trixie's folds, making its way to the hotspot, just outta reach for many standard tongues. “Mmmmm……yes…..Ohhh yesss……….Bake my Cupcakes, you wondrous pink horse!!!” Trixie shrieked, sparing no room for decency or restraint.

Grabbing Pinkie by the back of her head, Trixie tried bucking to every swirl from the Celestial Gift of Glory, ramming herself into Pinkie’s face, bucking with as much force as her body could muster with much success, surprisingly. Each buck slid the tongue further and further into her, rubbing Trixie’s inner walls. Overcome by the ecstatic pleasure of nearly orgasmic proportions, Trixie got off her back and pushed Pinkie to the ground, causing the lolling Gift to pull out of her vagina with a pleasing *slurp*. Trixie shuddered at this and craved more, more of this feral instinct to be satisfied.

Now in command, Trixie pulled some her moxie back to get the show going, right there outside of the Tree Library. She was going to get her wish, no matter how it would happen, even if it meant face-bucking the living shit outta the pink one.

“Mmmmm, you did well my faithful and sweet servant, but now the Heated and Illustrious wants to get what she wants, and she’s going to make sure that I get EXACTLY what I WANT” Trixie moaned lustfully.

She sat on Pinkie's chest, Pinkie's forelegs spreading Trixie's hindlegs. Seeing Pinkie's bright face in-between her legs, Trixie moaned and stroked her face. She then delicately traced a hoof down her entire body length, rubbing Pinkie’s tongue in circles around the little pink swollen knob between her legs.

“F-f-f-fuck me GOOD …...ohhh……Yessss…” The tangy sparkling sensations building up within herself was absolutely remarkable. Trixie was heaving more and more air in every scream of pure pleasure, now on all fours, bucking harder and harder, nearly breaching unto a full body convulsion of orgasm until…….

*THWACK*

“What in the wide world of Equestria do you think you’re doing, Lulamoon?!”

The love for that purple unicorn just grew tenfold for bucking her off Pinkie and denying her absolute pleasure. Looks like I’m going to get my wish at last…

For a mare that values hard book studying over physical activity besides running, Twilight had a surprisingly strong kick. But, Trixie was so unfocused and exhausted from *ahem* face-bucking Pinkie Pie, who was now tending to herself with that same cucumber magic trick with passionate aggression. “Even when sexually oriented, Trixie always leaves with a rather impressive impression.” Trixie moaned, picking herself up from being ejected from the Pink Carousal.

"Well, Trixie?" Twilight demanded, scouring her eyes down upon Trixie.

"I suppose coming back to say 'Hello' is out of the question?" said Trixie.

"I'm not playing with you, Lulamoon. Why were you face-bucking my friend in front of all these other ponies!?"

Little did she pay attention to the fact that most of the "innocent" bystanders were circled around the three, some dripping wet with anxious interest at the once despised mare. The show they just got from just standing around was, and by far, the Best Show Ever Performed by Trixie, and it was for free, too. Pairs of wide anticipating eyes reflected the common thought between each of the ponies: ‘Which one of these mares is gonna fuck next?’, but of course, Twilight thought otherwise.

"Trixie, I was just helping out Applejack with some side project she had setting up at Sweet Apple Acres with Big Mac and Braeburn..."

A faint twinge of red flushed below Twilight's cheeks at the end of that phrase, as she knew what exactly why Applejack needed certain "items" and "permissions" for later on today, but she maintained the same expression of disgust towards Trixie. Keeping a straight face, completely opposite from what lies within each other behind closed barn doors, Twilight glared at Trixie for defiling the public eye with her pleasure escapades. Over half of the on-looking mares and stallions were watching Pinkie finish herself off. Along with a sizable fit of giggles, she sprawled herself out on the ground, legs thoroughly soaked wet and body collapsed.

“…when I heard you screaming” Twilight urged, blushing even more seeing one of her closest and dear friends just give herself such a good time in front of her. What made it worse for Twi was that Pinkie had squirted while staring right at her the entire time, panting and eyes seemingly begging Twilight for extra fun and excitement. She stood there, thinking to herself all the possible ways to get out of this circle, away from the two sex-driven mares exposed on the ground before her, and try to get the situation under control before Celestia finds out about this ordeal.

But then again, since when was Twilight not in the heat of the moment?

Chapter 2 - Don't You Ever Knock?

Just the simple life of normalcy was all Twilight wanted for herself: Nopony trying to take over Equestria, defending palaces against crazed dark leaders, nor watching two mares she knew get themselves off in public while others watched. She also didn’t want to know about the secrets held by some of her friends and their family members that were rather taboo in decent society. All these bits of info just teased her more and more with the knowledge of one thing: she craved sex just as much as the next mare, which in this case would be Trixie and Pinkie Pie.

Being the gifted student of the Princess took its toll in other ways for Twilight, staying rather uptight and sometimes unbearable when that special time of heat came. Unable to really take care of her extra needs, though Spike tries to be her #1 assistant as best as he could, Twilight had that same hunger growing in her, shared by more mares she believed hadn’t in Ponyville. Trixie’s sudden outburst and appearance couldn’t be just another coincidence, something had to be up with Trixie to make her want to come back to Ponyville again and start face-bucking Pinkie Pie in public with no regards to any common decency. It irritated her mind dwelling on all these thoughts as Trixie fully recovered from the fatigue of expending herself.

“So, I assume you want an explanation as to why I face-fucked your friend here, huh Twilight?” She said that so bluntly, you could blaze that phrase for a good 20 minutes. Twilight cringed at that sentence, eyes shrunken and twitching at the mere thought of such actions and possible sky-highness.

“I….I really don’t want to hear your explanation as to why you……. *gulps* ….copulated with Pinkie’s face, but why’d you come back to Ponyville and did that in front of everypony?!”

Trixie smirks and gives everypony around her a pleasant view of her body, reared up on her hind legs. “Well, Trixie couldn’t just arrive in Ponyville without giving the other ponies a show to remember my arrival…”

One of the stallions twitched and slowly backed away from the rest, eyeing the mare at her open stance.

“If Trixie just shows up for business, then what fun would that be if nopony else had some entertainment in the meanwhile?” showboating herself to the crowd. A few whistles, woots, and quiet moans heard from the on-looking ponies. Pinkie yells and “Woo-hoo!”’s from Twilight’s side, jumping and prancing in place.

"Now that would be awfully rude of Trixie, now wouldn't it, Twilight?"

Twilight caught a slight glimpse of Trixie's glistening pussy, slightly tinged red and wet. Twilight stood there, frozen in place, relishing in the moment she could to observe what she always saw on herself. To see another mare like that, all lustrous and wet in the light, marehood tantalizing in the open air, beckoning onto Twilight to make its acquaintance.

"Oh Trixie, if only you knew what I had to deal with..." she thought to herself before she noticed that Trixie gave her a wink. Twilight was caught off guard, jumping back slightly in surprise. Did Trixie just.....wink at me?!

Seeing Trixie so open teased Twilight, taunting her with her lustrous body. Her glistening coat and dripping wet pussy distracted Twilight. Of all the things she had on her mind, Twilight fought every urge in her body to shove every inch of her horn into Trixie’s vagina. Every warm and wet fold tenderly sliding down my hard, sensitive horn……. Oh, why did she have to be such a tease? Twilight shook off the lusty thoughts and gave Trixie another stern look. "Okay Trixie, I don't know what game you're playing at this time, but for Celestia's sake, keep you........mmmm.....to yourself, okay?"

Trixie gave Twilight a sly side-glance, walking on all fours and slowly sashaying her plot around the large ring of the horny, wet, and panting crowd. Before making her exit, Trixie gave one of the on-looking mares a blown kiss and a wave goodbye. The cream-coated mare blushed and waved back, turning aside to shyly hide a snicker.

“Ohh sure, Twilight Sparkle. Trixie will keep all of Trixie to her lovely and exotic self…… at least until somepony decides they're worthy enough to join her little ‘performances’, if you ponies catch my drift...”

The crows greeted her with loud cheering and hollering, nearly similar to how ponies holler for teases at the Manehattan Gentlecolt’s Club late at night, every week from 10 p.m. until Celestia breaks dawn. As she left the crowd, Trixie brushed up against a younger-looking stallion at the back of the crowd sporting a full, poorly concealed cock in between his legs, letting her dual-toned tail flick his tip lightly. Trixie kept walking away from the group, but she smirked smugly to herself when a collective “Ooooooo!!” of fascination suddenly swelled behind her, followed by the sounds of 1000rpm fapping.

Twilight couldn’t see the stallion jerking one out from behind the mass of ponies, but she knew all too well what was happening just by distinction. She heard quite enough of it back at the Library when Spike thought she was either deep asleep or not home for the day. But not here, she wasn't going hear another stallion pleasuring himself out here. As the crowd started dispersing, few staying to watch a compassionate mare deciding to lend a helping hoof (or mouth), Twilight angrily huffed, sticking her nose into the air and turned away from the sounds of new found passion and social ambiguity and, with a flash, went back home. Teleporting to the Library’s main lobby, Twilight let off a frustrated sighed, glad to be met with nothing but sanity.

Nothing but books, peace and quiet….

…and the faint sounds of vigorous fapping.

“SPIIIIIKKKKE!!!!”

Chapter 2.5 - Tough Love

From upstairs, Twilight heard Spike yelp and a loud *THUD*, followed a series of thumps and grunts growing louder and louder, until the little purple dragon appeared at the top of the stairs. He kept running with his claws in-between his short legs until he was at Twilight’s presence. At her feet, Spike stood at full attention with all three salutes, in which two of them sprung up red and dripping with seminal pre-cum. Twilight gasped and reeled back from the sight of Spike’s unfinished business cropping back up in front of her, the topmost one throbbing achingly at her disgusted gaze.

“You know Twilight, you really should stop popping in like this without knocking.” Spike scolded her, slightly embarrassed. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot, trying his best to hide his undercover business from Twilight’s lawful presence. Unfortunately for Spike, Twilight’s disgust was as swift as her punishment. With a pincer-like magical vice, Twilight grabbed Spike by his cocks and pulled him into another room.

“Oww! Hey!! That really, REALLY hurts Twilight!”

Spike’s protest earned him another sharp tug.

Twilight kept her rough vice on Spike’s cocks until they both reached Twilight’s study area. She released her magical grip on Spike and magically slammed the door shut. Owlicious, who was quietly sleeping peacefully on his stand, flew up awkwardly at the slam and out the window, frighteningly hooting all the way. Spike fell onto his back, letting out a groan of pain. Twilight shut the window of Owlicious’s hasty escape and drew all the curtains of every single window in the study with her magic, plunging the pair into near darkness.

“”Uh, Twilight… what are you doing?”

Without a single word, Twilight lit a candle on her desk with her horn, filling the room with a warm, dim candlelight. Spike sat up and saw Twilight levitate a quill and start writing on a piece of parchment swiftly. He sat there, slowly falling into sadness as she stood there silently writing. Twilight put down the quill after making a short note and wrapped up the letter, turning around to face Spike. She floated the wrapped letter in front of Spike’s face.

“To Celestia. Now.”

Spike looked at the neatly wrapped letter floating in front of him, then looked up at the deadpanned face of Twilight Sparkle, leering down at him. He started tearing up slightly when he saw her face and realized what she was doing. “But… Twilight, I…”

“Now. Send it to Celestia now, Spike”

Twilight kept the same sternness in her voice, unwavering, and did not budge an inch. She held the letter right in Spike’s face without making any gesture. Spike sighed, and with a deep intake, he took the letter. He turned aside to burn it, sending the emerald wisps of magical smoke in the air, teleporting the letter to Princess Celestia. Twilight quickly turned around and sat on the ground, back facing Spike. Spike stood up, tears quietly rolling down his cheeks, senses of arousal fully receded. He took a step towards Twilight, raising a claw out to her.

“T-Twilight? I’m sorry… I-I didn’t mean to…”

She sat there, unresponsive like a statue. Spike took another step towards her and timidly placed his claw on her back, feeling the warmth emanating off the purple coat. Suddenly, Spike felt himself being hoisted in the air and floated away from Twilight. He just sat in her levitation field, watching his caretaker float him away and out of the room. Twilight set Spike down just outside of the study room and closed the door. Spike raised his claw once more to the door, making a last attempt to portray his apologies to Twilight, but his claw found a magical force field in front of the door. Letting his arm drop, along with a few tears, Spike walked away from the door.

Spike sat in his bed for a couple of minutes in his bed in the corner of the bedroom, wrapped in his blankets. He laid there shortly after leaving Twilight alone downstairs in her private study. About 5 minutes later, Spike felt his stomach burning and grumbling. He burped and a golden laced letter with his name scrolled across the lace dropped in front of him. Spike looked at the parchment, confused. “Wouldn’t the Princess want to send her orders labeled to Twilight? Why me?” he pondered, opening the letter. If he was in trouble, why’d did he have to read his own punishment?

Spike read the letter:

“To my dearest little dragon,

It seems to me that you’re finally growing up in Ponyville and have been ‘experimenting’ with self-gratification. Twilight has told me that she has a solution to your adolescent needs and has asked permission to assist you in this matter. She has been preparing a potion and spell for the past couple of weeks and has been visiting Canterlot’s library archive for background research. I do understand that Twilight may not seem as though she’s the type of pony to be ‘sensual’, but she did want to use herself to help her #1 assistant. Spike, Twilight put herself in her study to make the final preparations for you. She asked that you receive this letter so you may participate in this solution. You’re growing up Spike, and Twilight doesn’t want to see you grow up too fast and leave her. She’s taking it upon herself to be your first true sexual encounter and not without having the same thoughts within her own mind. Go to her, Spike, and let the magic of friendship flow freely between you two.

Your sexual fantasy and loving Princess,

Princess Celestia

P.S. – Don’t let it flow too much, she’s still a virgin and you have two dragon dicks.”

Spike quickly sat up on his bed, holding the letter close to his face. He re-read Celestia’s letter again, completely shocked at the ‘…to be your first true sexual encounter’ part. He dropped the letter and hopped out of his bed, sporting a very euphoric smile. Quickly running down the stairs, Spike hastily ran for the private study housing his first carnal counterpart. His excitement barely contained, evident by the first of the pair of sexual appendages breaching its scaly plating, he reached the door and knocked on the door. The force field was gone and the door was cracked open.

“Come in, Spike. I assume you got Celestia’s letter of approval, since you came running down here so quickly without my permission.” Twilight purred from inside the room. Her silky voice struck a chord in Spike’s heart, spurring excitement in his body. Spike felt as though his body took over his mind, moving into the room without any further thought. ‘If she’s going to give herself to me, that means she’s MINE…’ Spike subconsciously thought to himself, greedily moving towards his valued prize. In the faint candlelight, Twilight’s figure was silhouetted in front of the light, leaned up against the desk. She held a glistening bottle in her mouth containing an opalescent blue liquid that sparkled like a clear night sky full of stars. She walked over to Spike, eyes full of passion and arousal, and set the bottle down next to Spike.

Bending down, Twilight put her nose on Spike’s belly, softly poking and nuzzling him. Her soft fur brushing against him made Spike start panting, both of his cocks now growing in length. As she kept rubbing his stomach with her nose, one of his dicks grew just enough to start rubbing against Twilight's chin, tracing her chin with his excitement. Twilight felt Spike’s first member brushing her and giggled, leaning lower to rub his top dick with her face.

“Ohh, does my little Spikey-wikey like it when I rub him this way?” Twilight purred slowly, laying her entire body down. Spike clenched his teeth and claws, fighting urges to grab his cocks and finish all over Twilight’s face.

“Urrghh….. Twilight, I….I really can’t……..hold on….much longer…” Spike groaned, slowly reaching down to take ahold of himself. Twilight raised her head up and opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out and caress the tip of the bottom cock. She licked the cock with long and warm strokes before closing her eyes and putting the whole thing in her mouth, sucking it lightly. Spike couldn’t hold back anymore, grabbing the dick not getting sucked and jacked it off quickly. He gasped as he came right on Twilight’s forehead, horn, and closed eyelids, warm jets of cum spurting in long, thin streams. His second cock followed suit with larger results, filling Twilight’s mouth partly.

Twilight sucked on Spike a bit more, pulling as much cum from his second cock as it came. She pressed her lips on the base of his dick and pulled away from Spike, mouth full of semen. She opened her eyes, strings of cum dripping over her eyelashes and off her horn, and gave him a sly smirk. Spike fell on his back from the initial exhaustion, propping himself up to find Twilight dripping a few drops of his cum into the bottle from her mouth. The liquid in the bottle started glowing and fading into bright green, bubbling lightly. Twilight turned back to Spike and smirked. She swallowed the remaining mouthful of cum with a soft gulp, then slowly licked her nose for the other strings of semen on her face.

“Whoa……… that’s very hot….” Spike marveled at her expertise. Twilight batted her semen-coated eyelashes and picked up the simmering bottle with her mouth. Raising the bottle, she drank out the liquid carefully, leaving nothing behind. Emptied, the bottle was placed onto the desk.

“What does that potion do?” Spike asked, scratching the back of his head.

“That potion….. prevents any possibility of becoming pregnant by whoever’s sperm is in the potion.” Twilight chided, standing up. Twilight turned around and sat down again, her full rear facing towards Spike. She presented herself to him, marehood gaping and dripping with sex. “So, if you wanted to…. *ahem*…. ‘cum inside’ me, you could have intercourse without worrying about getting me pregnant…” She craned her neck to look at Spike meekly, face flushing with red.

“Twilight, I….. you really want… to do this for me?”

Twilight nodded her head and smiled.

“You’re the Best, Twilight Sparkle…”

Chapter 3 - Room Service

Ponyville Stable Hotel, a quaint local hotel on the far eastern section of Ponyville, quietly sitting next the road in the evening sunlight. The Ponyville Stable Hotel isn’t the fanciest of hotels, but it’s a close as homely as can be for anypony dropping by for a visit of Ponyville. Two stories high and plenty of room, the hotel was welcoming to all, no matter how bad of a track record they carried. The VIP rooms were sometimes given to special ponies of high prestige, favors of Princess Celestia, or ponies that gave a spectacular show in the middle of the street.

Trixie had no problem obtaining one of the more exclusive rooms on the second floor of the hotel, its light-cafe walls decorated with fine decor and paintings. She walked down the hallway with the hotel concierge carrying her two luggage bags, hotel key in his teeth. The pair approached a nicely gold and olive painted door with a small silver plaque that read:

"Reserved: Trixie Lulamoon, Eccentric Visual Performer"

Trixie stared at the little silver plaque designating her own private room. Hiding her joy, she turned around and gave the concierge a courtesy smile, levitating her bags from his side. "Though I appreciate the assistance, I believe I can handle myself from here..." Trixie politely spoke, stepping into the beautifully furnished room. The concierge tipped his hat and started heading down the before Trixie caught the collar of his shirt with her magic. "Now now, let’s not rush off just quite yet... Are you sure you don't want any payment for your services?"

“Uhh….. I-I really don’t mind not…. getting anything for now. Its fine…. s-servicing you enough, Miss Lulamoon. Though I appreciate the offer….”

Trixie snickered as the stallion tripped over his words, sweating nervously before her. She let go of his collar and turned around, smiling slyly. “How generous of you to be such a gentlecolt and provide Trixie with such excellent service. Trixie will make sure that you will be paid handsomely once she has gotten freshened up and rested. Trixie has had a long day and is very exhausted from her……. prior performance.” She backed into the room and closed the door, leaving an awkwardly aroused stallion outside her door.

Trixie faced the lavish room: furnished with a princess-sized bed large enough for Celestia herself, paintings crafted exactly like famous pony artisans, a large oak dresser with a wood finish, and a white door that led to the bathroom. Trixie’s eyes sparkled with glee as she pranced around the room, shutting the drapes that plunged the room into a somber, lowlight atmosphere. Trixie then stood at the foot of the large bed, covered with lovely lace white sheets. She put a hoof on the sheets and let out a low gasp at the soft, yet firm, feel.

“This bed…… will make lovely acquaintance for Trixie” she growled seductively, slowly rubbing her hoof alongside the bed. She slowly walked around the bed, sizing it up and tracing its long rectangular shape before she looked back at her luggage. The two bags laid right next to the door, stacked neatly. Trixie walked over to her luggage, levitated the first bag into the air, bringing it across to the bed. She set it down and opened it up…

Her cape, an extra set of hats, three dress cuff links for her capes, more brushes than necessary, 2 sets of shampoo and conditioner (one for her mane, one for her coat), an 10-inch thick black dildo, some mints, toothbrush, toothpaste, and 3 liters of lubricant. All neatly packed away. She picked up her toothbrush, toothpaste, dual sets of hair care, and the impressive false cock and walked to the bathroom, brightly lit. A smaller bathroom with a decently marble shower, Trixie grabbed a towel off the rack and prepared herself for a nice, long, warm shower.

“Ahhh…….” She sighed as the steam poured out from the shower. “…… just me, Trixie, and this lucky little mate to give Trixie a surely pleasant cleaning…..”

She floated the impressive cock in front of her face, admiring its wide girth and drooping length, the flared tip just dangling before her nose. Trixie opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue fall out, pressing her tongue against the tip of the dildo. The sound of the shower drowned out her quiet moaning as she closed her eyes and licked around the tip, slowly wrapping the pseudo-dick with her lips. She sucked the head for a little bit before pulling it out again, giving it a devious look. “Ohh yes……. We’re going to have plenty of time getting me cleaned……. And satisfied.” Trixie floated all of her items in the shower and pulled the shower curtains shut again. Over an hour and a half later, she walked out of the shower, clean, dried off and partially frustrated. Trixie draped the towel back on the rack and brought her items back to the awaiting baggage.

You naughty ponies thought I was going to fill you in on the shower scene, weren’t you? How silly of you to not imagine how she held the large black dildo against the wall and rode that sucker so hard and long that she practically broke the wall tiling. How she laid on the shower floor and crammed herself with it, pretending to get rutted into the ground by an extremely horny stallion as the water cascaded onto her drenched body. Or how she moaned and shrieked as she slipped that whole thing right up her…… oh, I guess I kinda told you anyways. Shit……..

Trixie set down her bath ‘toy’ and bottles on the bed, panting slightly from her hot and steamy shower. She looked at the dildo again and moaned to herself, fidgeting. She hadn’t gotten off in the shower…

She picked up the dildo again, grabbing a liter of lube from her baggage, and walked over to the main door. Trixie magically adhered the cock against the door, just below her hips’ height, and looked at it. Her imagination led her to believe that she was going to please another awaiting patron at her stall, sticking his thick member through the hole for her to have her way with it. She turned around and stooped below it, backing up into the door. The cool touch of the wooden door greeted Trixie’s admirable rump. Trixie brought her rear up the door, rubbing against the door as the cock laid along her backside. She shivered as she felt the cock’s entire length lay across her back.

“My….. what a generous patron we have tonight….. Trixie will happily oblige your great and powerful generosity with her indulgence of sensual rearplay.” She leaned forward and stuck her rear into the air, balancing her full body on her forelegs alone, almost like she was performing pushups with her body sticking straight up. Trixie spread her hindlegs and let her body drop slightly, concentrating on maintaining her balance, and walked backwards a bit more on her forelegs. She reached out with her magic and found the wall cock hanging below her stomach. Magically, she erected it, arcing it up like a giant meat hook. Trixie bit her lip as she did a split in the air and slowly let her body fall back down…

“Ohhh ffff-FUCK!!”

As Trixie gymnastically brought her body down with a thump on the door, the cock penetrating her sore pussy with absolutely no lubricant to ease the entry. She bit hard on her lip as her upper body fell to the floor, fighting the pain as her lower body stood with the huge dick in her pussy.

The cock held her lower body against the door as she laid her chest and face against the ground, forelegs pressed into the ground next to her head. Trixie spread her hindlegs once more, planting both of them against the door, hindlegs standing against the door. Her body arced like a banana against the door. She pushed her lower body away from the door with her backlegs, pulling the cock out of her slightly wet pussy. Trixie moaned into the carpet as she squatted again, pushing the dildo back in. She squatted, then lifted, over and over again against the door, letting the imaginary stallion take her in this extraordinary position as she rode him.

The dry cock pulled and spread her marehood wide, each fold successfully grabbing ahold of the cock as she rode it, making it rough for her to slide onto the hard dildo. Trixie kept wall-squatting on the cock as she grabbed the lube she dropped earlier next to her with her magic. She gasped and moaned into the carpet as she magically opened the bottle and poured it over her pussy and dildo. She stopped for a moment, leaving the hard cock halfway in her, and spread her ass. Trixie blushed as she stuck the bottle’s nozzle into her ass’s tight sphincter and squeezed lube right into her anus. She wiggled the bottle’s nozzle around in her butt, playing around with it before pulling it out and pouring more lube on her ass itself. Trixie pushed off from the door and stood up, pulling the dildo out of her pussy, halfway lubed. She magically lifted the cock again and backed into it, feeling the tip pressing against her tight lubed butt. Trixie gasped as she rammed the cock straight up her anus.

“Gahhh!! Trixie absolutely ADORES this patron’s generosity!!” she shrieked, the tip of the dildo hilted her rectum, coated in lube. Standing straight up with her ‘partner’ balls deep in her ass, she rocked back and forth on the dildo. Trixie failed to stifle her sexual growls of pleasure as she slammed her ass against the door.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

“Ohhh……. Mmmmph….. Yesss….. Take me…. Right in Trixie’s tight lubed ass!!”

Trixie rocked faster and faster, taking the full length of the 10-inch cock straight into said tight ass.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMPTHUMPTHUMP!!

“Ahhhh… Yesss! Yess!! Nyaaaahh…..ffff-fuck me, stallion!! Rut my ass like the horny fucking stallion you are!! Fill my lovely tight ass with your generous donations of hot cum!!”

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP!!

Trixie reached in between her legs with one of her forehooves and started clopping herself as she screamed and moaned inside the hotel room, her plump rump beating against the door. She dripped with glee, feeling how tender she was in-between her legs as her ‘patron’ plowed her from behind. Trixie shrieked and squealed, looking up into the ceiling, just imaging the large stallion bearing over her as he had his way with Trixie’s plot. Completely ignoring the fact that she’s banging the door with unrestricted aggression, Trixie knelt on the carpet and arced her back onto the equipped stallion. Increasing her angle of attack, she rammed upwards into the door, pushing with all of her legs. She slammed into the door with passion, letting her tongue hang out and give into her inner most desires.

She levitated the lube bottle from the ground and inserted it into her already wet pussy, dripping warm pre-orgasmic fluid down her legs and stomach. She positioned the bottle’s nozzle just enough to penetrate her while she got butt-fucked by the cock on the door. Just good enough to entice her to feel as though she’s being taken by two ponies at on go. She rode the two soaking wet, dripping madly with sex and aggression, begging for more and deeper.

With a few more bangs on the door, Trixie rode her ‘patron’s’ cock in wide circles, moaning passionately. With all the lube pouring from her hindquarters, the thumps became loud and wet smacks against the door. Trixie was in her sexual bliss, zoned out to anything else. It was just her, her two faithful imaginary lovers, and…..

“I guess I won’t be needed tonight for Room Service right now, right? Miss Lulamoon?”

Trixie yelped and fell over onto her face, yanking the dildo off the door with her magic (yet, it was still in her ass). She dropped the lube bottle, quickly stood up straight and fought back another squeak of pleasure. Her ‘generous patron’ found its way all the way in her butt, completely engulfed by her still-throbbing sphincter. Trixie quickly threw aside the bottle of lube, shaking from her wild ride and sudden shock. She straightened up and faced the door, meekly opening it slightly. She poked her head out to find the hotel concierge standing in front of her door with a towel cart. He gave her a nervous look, standing behind the cart. She returned a sheepish grin.

“I-I do believe that…… Trixie is going to need some of….. those towels….” Trixie whimpered. The concierge stood very still, holding the cart in front of him. “Are… you okay in there, Miss Lulamoon? You don’t have any company over that is…… too rowdy? Sounded as though you may have needed somepony to help you….” he asked carefully, raising his head to try and peer into Trixie’s room.

“Nooo, nooo….. Trixie is alone and is currently in dire need of extra towels…… *squeak!*”. Trixie leaned forward and grabbed the cartful of towels, dragging it to her. The concierge reared up and planted his forelegs onto the cart, sweating nervously. “No!! I mean….. that is not necessary to take the whole cart, Miss…” he pulled the cart back. “I assure you that I can just give them to you as needed…”

Trixie winced and nodded quickly, breaking out in sweat. She raised a shaky hoof towards the towels and started snatching the piles of towels with her magic. “It’s-fine-I’ll-just-take-these-and-be-on-my-merry-way-back-into-the-room-and-deal-with-an-extremely-important-matter-to-Trixie-right-now!!” Trixie grabbed so many towels so quickly with magic that the concierge barely had enough time to grab one for himself. Trixie froze when he snatched one of towels from her mass stockpile, staring down at his exposed cock. She whimpered doggedly as he quickly covered himself from her prying eye, blushing furiously.

“I guess….. hearing all the noise coming from your room, I figured you might need the extras… it sounded like quite a performance..”

Trixie scrunched her face, darting her eyes around in a panic. “You heard me?! When Trixie was in private session?! Why didn’t you knock first to announce your presence to Trixie!!”

“I did knock….. many times, but you couldn’t hear me. You were banging on the door and screaming, so I thought…… that you might have been-“

Trixie quickly floated the towels into the room, sweating. “Never mind you, you weren’t supposed to of heard Trixie at the moment. Now, if you will excuse Trixie, Trixie must remove this huge ass cock from within Trixie’s tender and sore plot!” She rushed the concierge and shut the door quickly, before falling to the floor and letting out a sharp moan.

The concierge stood there in the hallway, absolutely astonished from what he heard coming from behind Trixie’s door earlier. He brought the cart earlier, but he just hung around the door, listening to Trixie getting hot with herself. And now, he stood there even longer, hiding his shame and erection in the middle of the hallway underneath a towel. He couldn’t of taken care of it in the hallway while Trixie’s moaning and screaming could of helped him get off, didn’t want to take the chance somepony would catch him jerking on the job. He grabbed the cart and wheeled it down the hall, trying to find the nearest closet while the memory of Trixie’s squeals of pleasure was fresh in his mind.

Trixie spread half of the towels underneath her lower body and laid down on them, panting heavily. She focused her magic as best she could, trying to grip the large cock inside of her anus. She covered her back with some towels and dabbed her forehead with another one, trying to clean herself up while she pulled the dildo out of her ass.

“Mmmmmm-nnnnnnghh-Nyaaah!!”

She pulled the 10-inch dick out of her ass with a long wet squelch. Trixie panted heavily but slowly, levitating the large cock back in her view. She laughed weakly as she wrapped a towel around it and cleaned it off.

“That’s…….quite enough…. For one night…. I can’t keep getting you stuck inside me….. like this too often. Trixie prides herself in having a tight ass and…..Trixie mustn’t ruin her beloved possession.”

After cleaning her toy, herself, and the door (which was splattered halfway down with sex and lube), Trixie limped her way back to the bed and flopped herself onto the sheets. The afternoon was still present, but Trixie was exhausted. She pulled the sheets over herself and her 10-inch companion, snuggled comfortably in her grasp. Trixie held the dildo close to her, rubbing its tip with her face.

“You performed extraordinarily for Trixie and she is forever grateful for you charity….but now, Trixie is exhausted and must catch up on her much needed beauty sleep. She has other performances to attend to, and a special one for our beloved Princess of Friendship….”

Trixie smiled deviously at the cock and yawns, resting into the pillows.

“….……but that will have to wait for another day…… goodnight, my beloved plot-plower…”