Author's Note

This one gets a little kinky, fellas. Hope she satisfies.

Compensation

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Give Trixie your cum.

The words echo through your mind as you massage the flanks of the mare lying on her side before you, enjoying the feel of Trixie's taut backside against your member. You can feel patches of your essence clinging to her fur—still slick in some spots—easing your motions as you continue to pump your sensitive cockhead between her plump cheeks.

Schlup. Schlup.

You can feel yourself crack a smile as you enjoy the circumstances that brought you here. Just moments ago, you'd been the helpless one. Her victim. Her toy. But now...

On a whim, you pull back and cup a hand, landing a soft slap against Trixie's plot. Your smile broadens as you see her eyes widen, her rump jiggling from the unexpected impact.

This was more like it.

You continue to play with Trixie's wide plot, stretching your palms across its smooth contours. It was your turn to make commands. Your turn to be in control.

Give Trixie your cum.

You give the Trixie's ass another slap—firmer this time—eliciting another satisfying eye flare from the spellbound mare. This one, however, is accompanied by the slightest of gasps—more of a whimper, really—passing through her parted lips.

The airy sound sets off another flare of excitement in your chest. You lean to the side, locking your gaze with Trixie's beneath the brim of her hat. Her brow twitches, straining to scowl through the effects of the perfume.

Time for a little payback.

Holding her gaze, you lean in, watching as her distrustful eyes follow your own. Her body stiffens as you draw closer.

“Do you like it when I slap your plot like that?”

You smack her flanks a third time, this one leaving a slight sting on your palm. Trixie's eyes widen again, letting out another whimper in the process. However, it's not a pained sound like you'd first mistaken it for; if anything, it actually seems to be the opposite. Light. Needy. Almost pleading, in a way.

Your blink as the realization hits you. Whether or not she'd ever admit to it, Trixie was getting off on this.

You narrow your eyes, as if seeing your prey for the first time.

Give Trixie your cum.

Wordlessly, you reach around the mare's barrel, lifting her from her side and onto all fours. Her breath quickens as you position her before you, tail brushing teasingly against your abdomen.

“Bend down, Trixie.”

Though you can't see her face, your grin returns as the blue mare stiffens. Slowly, mechanically, her front hooves start to slide forward across the floor, arching her wide plot into the air. With a light thump, she bottoms out, her chin coming to rest on the floor.

Your eyes widen a bit at the sight. Plot up. Back arched. Chin to the floor. You shake your head.

Ponies were surprisingly flexible.

Your dick throbs in agreement.

Inching closer, you wrap your hand around the base of Trixie's tail, lifting it up onto her back as your palms once again begin tracing the shape of her smooth, heart shaped plot.

"Nnnh!"

The mare lets out a surprised grunt as you give her flanks a firm squeeze. She tenses again, hindlegs shifting uncomfortably in her exposed position.

You stifle a chuckle. Too easy.

Releasing your grip a fraction, you take the initiative, spreading the mare's cheeks wide. The sight of the Trixie's exposed sex once again meets your eyes, eliciting another weak bob from your member. You can see her getting wet already—a thin trail of arousal dribbling from her puffy, blue lips.

Give Trixie your cum.

You draw back with one hand, reaching forward to trace her slit with a finger. She shudders at the sudden contact, the pace of her breathing picking up at the same time. The sudden reaction draws a memory to mind, sparking an idea in your thoughts.

Let's see how she likes it.

You breath deeply, allowing a calm dominance to seep into your words.

“Is the Great and Powerful Trixie getting excited? Presenting herself like this?”

Beneath her pointed hat, the mare's ears shoot up at the sound of your voice. Another tremble runs through her hindlegs.

Dirty talk.

You apply a little more pressure with your finger, tracing the inner lip of the mare's slit. You can hear Trixie inhale sharply, her breathing suddenly heavy as her marehood twitches at the stimulation. You continue to tease her, working your finger deeper at irregular intervals, smiling at her uneven gasps. Tight. You can feel her body heating up before you, the warmth of her love hole growing fiercer at your touch.

Slowly, you draw your digit back, pulling free of the mare's grip. Trixie stifles a moan at the loss of contact, her sex winking in the open air.

You slide your palm back onto Trixie's flanks, admiring your handywork. The mare's slit is slick with her own arousal—the patter of marecum hitting the floor in uneven spurts.

“Tell me what you want, Trixie.”

Still facing away from you, you can feel the mare tense against the palms of your hands, the question taking her by surprise. She remains silent for a moment. You can almost sense her mind working before you, trying to tease out a loophole like you had.

Not this time.

You smirk, spreading your hands so that the your thumbs trail against the unicorn's outer lips. You can feel her shudder as you begin to knead her cheeks, the motion splaying and closing her marehood in a slow, even rhythm.

“Listen to me, Trixie. Tell me what it is you want.”

You give Trixie's rump a particularly tight squeeze, prompting a low moan from the mare. You can sense her internal struggle, watching as the tips of her ears twitch beneath her purple hat.

Finally, you hear her mumble a response.

“...want you to...rut Trixie.”

Your eyes widen.

Gotcha.

“What was that, Trixie? I couldn't hear you.”

The mare mumbles again.

“Trixie...Trixie wants you to rut her.”

You grin, slowing down to emphasize the sensation of your hands on her wide plot.

“I'm sorry, one more time, please?”

You can see a flush of red fill Trixie's cheeks. With a growl she squeezes her eyes shut, her usually smug voice cracking with frustration.

“Rut Trixie's pussy right now, you stupid human!”

Now that's what you wanted to hear.

You close your eyes, nodding your head in mock defeat.

“Well, if that's what The Great and Powerful Trixie wants.”

Shuffling forward on your knees, you position yourself behind the mare, your member bobbing with anticipation as you line up behind her. You can feel her small body tense in anticipation, the quickness of her breathing picking back up as you slide your palms to her sides. However, as you're about to guide yourself toward her lips, you pause, your gaze drifting up another half inch above the mare's dripping slit.

You can hear another snippet of Trixie's voice play over your mind, drowning out even the thumping of your heart.

Trixie doesn't simply allow mere commoners the honor of mating with her. Trixie has her reputation to think of, you know.

You can feel another idea coming on.

Moving back an inch, you resume the kneading motions with your hands, perking up as you hear Trixie let out another frustrated grunt.

You smile. You knew exactly how that had felt. Falling back into your dominant tone, you speak up again, continuing to massage her flanks.

“However...if I remember correctly, Trixie doesn't let just anypony 'mate' with her, does she?”

Trixie twitches before you, another exasperated sigh passing through her lips. You can see the muscles in her neck twitching, straining to turn and shoot you a dirty look.

Patience, Trixie.

You resume your thought, pausing your motions as you pretend to mull over the idea.

“No, especially not commoners like me.”

You remove your hands entirely, lifting a hand to your chin in ponderance. Trixie lets out a sharp breath at the sudden loss stimulation, her flanks bucking pitifully in the direction of your hands.

"Nnnh...An...you..."

You ignore her words, smiling as you see her ears twitch in frustration.

“Hmm. What to do then...what to do....”

You trail off, reaching out with a single finger to trace the mare's inner thigh. Trixie's body responds quickly, her marehood winking in the empty air. She lets out a light moan, bucking slightly at the return of your touch.

Another flash of excitement flares in your chest. You lean in closer, speaking in low tones as you draw your finger along the length of her slit.

She tenses again, her breathing uneven.

“If only there was something else we could do. Somewhere else we could..."

You trail off, your finger sliding up just shy of her tight pucker.

Trixie's tail shoots up instantly, her body going rigid. However, the spell continues to hold fast, her eyes fixed firmly forward as a single bead of sweat rolls down the side of her brow. Her sex winks again, sending a few drops of marecum pattering against the floor.

You grin. You had the power now.

Give Trixie your cum.

“Trixie. Look at me.”

The mare turns at your voice, her half-lidded gaze staring up at you from the floor. Despite the glare she tries to shoot you, her cheeks are flushed red, tongue poking out as she pants through parted lips.

Your dick bobs at the sight.

“Tell me where you want it.”

Your tone surprises even you as the words flow from your mouth. Firm. Demanding. It didn't even sound like you anymore. Despite the feeling, however, you find yourself repeating the same words again, edging closer to the mare's tight hole with your finger.

“Trixie, tell me where you want it.”

Before you, Trixie winces, her hindlegs twitching as she struggles to keep her plot in the air. You can see her pupils dialate, her panting growing heavier as you increase the pressure at the edge of her ring.

P-t-t-t-t-t....

You grin as a fresh patter of marecum dribbles down from her leaking pussy. You place hand on the small of Trixie's back, prompting her attention as her eyes slowly focus back on yours.

“Do you want it in your ass?”

Despite the lust gripping her form, you can see a hint of indignation in Trixie's eyes as they widen, her inner thoughts struggling to gain control. She attempts to turn away, but fails, her face only growing redder in the process.

“Do you want it in your ass?”

You repeat the phrase a second time, this time sliding your finger squarely onto the tight pucker of her plothole. The mare gasps in response, lips parting as she inhales sharply. Her hindlegs begin to tremble again, the small vibrations bouncing through her plot cheeks as you apply pressure to her exposed hole.

With visible difficulty, she forms a response, averting her eyes from your own.

“...y-yes.”

You nod, removing your finger from her tailhole.

“As you wish, Trixie.”

With that you, slide your palms over the contours of Trixie's flanks, eliciting a surprised yelp from the mare as you pull her back in your direction. With a quiet slapping sound, you once again find your cock wedged between her flanks—her plot cheeks enveloping your member from tip to base. You give a couple slow pumps, your shaft twitching at the sensation of her pussy grinding against your member.

Still turned in your direction, Trixie screws her eyes shut, breathing heavily at the stimulation. You can feel her marehood wink against you, your dick squelching as its coated in a thin sheen of marecum.

"That's it. Nice and wet."

Again, the words and voice don't seem your own. It's as if you've been possessed by a different person, a different Anon, using your body and limbs in your stead.

Give Trixie your cum.

The thought fades, overtaken by the sensation of the mare before you. Grunting, you slide your member back out, spreading the mare's cheeks wide. Wasting little time, you position yourself, pressing the tip of your dick against her star shaped pucker. You see Trixie wince at the sensation, letting out another series of uneven pants.

Shit.

Your eyes widen as you prod against Trixie's tailhole. Tight. Barely any give.

You bite your lip. Despite the slick layer of marecum coating your member, the way things were, this wasn't going to be pleasant for either of you.

You pause for a moment, weighing your options before nodding.

Looks like you'd just have to loosen her up, first.

Sliding your palms across Trixie's flanks, you position your thumbs at her back entrance. She lets out an uncharacteristic squeak as you tug, stretching out the rim of her tight little pucker.

"Ahhh...what...you—"

The spell holds her words back before she can continue. Slowly, gently, you begin to massage her, stretching her rim in a circular motion. You can see her shudder at the foreign feeling, marehood winking as you toy with her asshole.

Gradually, you can feel Trixie's muscles begin to relax, the tension easing away under your fingertips. You position yourself at her entrance a second time, speaking slowly as you press your member against her.

"Ready?"

Still looking away from you, you can see Trixie's cheeks flush red. Furrowing her eyebrows, she gives a slight, begrudging nod. That said, you place your hands on her cutie marks and slowly start forward.

Damn.

Despite the efforts of your fingers, you can feel your dick start to bend as you press against Trixie's tight hole. So. Damn. Tight. You can hear the mare exhale sharply at the sensation, your cockhead prodding against her. With a grunt, you give a last little push, bridging the gap.

"..ahhh-AHHH!"

You can hear Trixie let out a yelp as your cockhead slips past her outer ring. Your eyes widen as the tight hole immediately clamps down on the tip of your dick, clenching at your cockhead like a goddamn vice.

Shit!

It's all you can do not to cum right there, your shaft pulsing like mad in the death grip of Trixie's tailhole. The mare's insides are like fire, a hot, tight cavity burning your shaft as it tries to force you back out.

With a grunt, you ignore its attempts, forcing another half inch of your cock up Trixie's ass.

"Fuck!"

Your dick throbs as Trixie lets out a curse, her anus clamping down on your member as you press farther inside. She screws her eyes shut before you, biting her lip as you start to draw back.

A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling. You can feel Trixie's ass pulling at the tip of your cock—the constricting motion creating a sharp, tugging sensation at the base of the head. Gripping more tightly onto the mare's flanks, you press forward again, starting up a slow rocking motion as you ease your way deeper.

Before you, Trixie's expression slowly starts to lighten, the furrows in her brow disappearing one by one. Her breathing—though still quick—begins to even out, mane falling over her face as you begin to work up a slow rhythm.

Despite the tugging on your member, you can feel a small grin appear on your face. Removing a hand from her cushy rump, you slide your fingers to the inside of her thigh, trailing them along her puffy lips as you continue to loosen her ass with your cock.

"Ahhh~<3"

The blue mare lets out a surprised gasp, her blush deepening as you trace the inside of her slick entrance. You can feel her body tense as you start up a slow, stroking motion, the sensation only adding to the tug of her tailhole on your cock.

"Tell me you're a naughty pony, Trixie."

The words escape from your mouth without thinking, your lust taking on a voice of its own. Trixie's ears perk up beneath her hat at their sound, brows raising in a look of shock. Meeting your eyes for only a brief moment, she quickly looks away, red faced as ever.

"Trixie."

You take the opportunity to slide another digit into her marehood, prodding further into her warm depths.

"Nnnnh!"

Trixie's ears flinch again, eyes fixed squarely on the floor. You grunt as you feel her plothole constrict again.

"Trixie...Trixie is a naughty pony."

Your eyes widen. Quiet as they were, the words send another twitch through your shaft. You continue to tease her marehood with your fingers, increasing the rate of your prodding.

"Again."

Trixie lets out another sharp breath at the stimulation, her hindlegs struggling to stay straight. Shaking her head, her nasally voice comes out more clearly this time.

"Trixie...is a naughty pony."

Another pang of excitement flares in your chest. You pick up the pace of your rocking, the mare's ass accepting more and more of your member.

"Again."

Trixie's eyes widen as you begin to pump your middle and index fingers into her pussy, the movement producing slick schlup-ing sounds as her juices drip around you. With a start, she bucks her rump backwards, another inch of your dick disappearing down her ass as she lets out a frustrated shout.

"Trixie is a naughty pony!"

That does it. Without warning, you withdraw your fingers from Trixie's marehood, grabbing a handful of her plot with both palms. With a grunt, you thrust forward, impaling the mare's asshole on the length of your shaft.

"Fuck!"

Trixie lets out another curse as you pull her onto you, squishing against her plump cheeks against your waist as you feel her tight hole clamp up around your dick.

Goddesses-damn-it!

You slide your palms down to the inside of Trixie's thighs, spreading her legs apart as you push your way deeper into her passage. Grunting, you quicken the pace of your thrusting, rutting her pony style for all she's worth. Already, you can feel yourself approaching your peak, Trixie's gasps and grunts only spurring your motions.

"One...more...time."

The words leave your lips with effort, your waist slapping against Trixie's wide cheeks with every thrust. Her tight hole continues to tug at you cockhead, milking your dick further and further into her ass. With one last moan she buries her head in the floor, shouting as you pound her.

"Trixie is a naughty pony!"

Your eyes widen.

Shit!

With one last grunt, you hilt, your cock bottoming out as you unload into Trixie's ass. The first rope of cum immediately fills the tight space around your dick, the next two spurting thickly from the ring of her stuffed hole as your continue to shoot off into her ass. With a pathetic-sounding whine, she pitches backward, tailhole clamping down even harder on on your member. You can hear the heavy patter of marecum as she spasms around you—your combined fluids splashing to the floor in a lewd puddle of spent sex.

"Gah!"

With a groan you let out one last rope and slump forward, your palms meeting the floor as you fight to maintain your balance. Trixie, spent, simply slides forward, rolling onto her back as your member slides from her rectum with a slick sounding plop. You can see her blank face twitching, eyes screwed shut as the last few waves of orgasm shudder through her form.

Fuck. That was...

You pant heavily, blinking away the haze of climax out of your vision. Your heart continues to thunder in your chest, skin flushed warm in the midst of all the excitement.

That was...

You settle back for a moment, closing your eyes as your breathing returns to normal. You can feel fatigue starting to gnaw at your limbs. Two rounds. It wasn't everyday you could go two rounds in such a short time.

Your mind starts to wander at the thought, a sense of confusion growing in the wake of your lust.

Speaking of time...why were you here again? Wasn't there something you were supposed to be doing?

Cracking open your eyes, you glance at the back of your hands, as if looking to them for answers. Not surprisingly, they offer no reply.

You bite your lip.

There was something you were supposed to be doing here. You knew there was.

It just....it just...

You shake your head, opening your eyes wide as you glance toward the floor. Trixie continues to breathe heavily between your outstretched arms, cheeks flushed red as you straddle her form. Without thinking, you run you eyes down the soft fur of her exposed chest and stomach, your gaze coming to rest on the tight hole you'd just withdrawn from.

Your breathing slows as you take in the sight of Trixie's asshole, still stretched wide from your pounding. You watch as the mare's body twitches again, sending a thick dribble of semen trailing out from the gaping “o.”

At once, the niggling thoughts dissipate before you. In their stead, you feel your focus start to sharpen, eyes carving lustily over the image before you.

Give Trixie your cum.

Despite your fatigue, you can feel the smallest vestige of excitement in your chest. An earlier observation harkens back to your thoughts, fueling the sensation.

Ponies were surprisingly flexible.

You push back from the floor, sitting back on your calves as you glance over mare's splayed out form. You can feel the other Anon slipping back behind the reins.

“Trixie.”

At your voice, Trixie's ears twitch beneath her pointed hat, eye's cracking open just enough to meet your gaze. You stare back at the mare for a moment, voice low and dominant as you finally address her.

“Trixie. Clean yourself up.”

The mare's eyes immediately widen, a look of shock settling over her face at your request. You return nothing but a deadpan stare, nodding toward her dripping hole as you repeat yourself.

“Clean yourself up.”

You can see the disgust in her eyes as Trixie's expression hardens, brow twitching as she stares at you with contempt. Mechanically, she raises her shoulders from the floor, body unable to resist your command.

You can feel a small grin crawl onto your face at the sight.

Who was the plaything now, Trixie?

Without thinking, your hand slides down toward your tired member. Despite your fatigue, you can feel the slightest stirrings of lust rise inside you as you begin to stroke yourself lightly.

Give Trixie your cum.

Your eyes widen as Trixie arches down like a cat, her flexible figure bringing her muzzle between her splayed legs with ease. She offers you another disgusted look, nostrils flaring at the potent smell of sex before her.

That's it.

With a grimace, Trixie leans in, positioning her mouth at the base of her leaking tailhole. Your blood runs hot as you watch her wide, pink tongue snake forward, a thick dollop of spunk pooling onto her outstretched tastebuds.

"Mmmguph!"

Trixie immediately makes a gagging sound as the viscous liquid makes contact, her throat convulsing at the taste. Cradling your load as far away from her mouth as she can, she shoots you a poisonous glare, her purple irises full of loathing.

First time tasting human sperm, huh, Trixie?

Despite yourself, you feel a grin work its way onto your face. Tightening your grip on your member, you can feel the first hints of excitement come back to you as your tired shaft starts to harden.

"Take it into your mouth, Trixie."

Her outstretched tongue still white with your load, the mare narrows her eyes beneath the brim of her pointed hat. She holds your gaze a moment longer, then draws her tongue into her mouth, your load disappearing wordlessly.

"Uuurk!"

Trixie makes another gagging sound, eyes screwing shut as her cheeks turn the slightest shade of green. You can see one of her cheeks puff out to the side as she tries to avoid contact between your semen and her tongue.

You begin to pick up the pace of your stroking, eyes taking in every detail as your dick starts to rise.

"What are you waiting for, Trixie?"

The mare cracks open a single eye, doing her best to shoot you an angry glare through her grimace. You ignore it.

"Keep going."

Slowly, the mare opens her other eye, giving you a last, cold stare before averting her gaze. Begrudgingly, she leans forward again, positing her tongue at the edge of her leaking tailhole.

Your eyes widen as Trixie draws another wide tongue-full of your sperm into her mouth. Then another. And another. You can see her cheeks start to bulge a bit with the volume of your spent load, trails of white leaking out from the corners of her lips as she tries to keep from swallowing the viscous fluid.

Holy. Shit.

You can feel your dick give a fierce twitch, a testament to how hard you've already managed to become. All that you can focus on is the image before you, the sight of a mare that loathed you cleaning your spunk from her own outstretched plothole.

You increase the rate of your stroking, burning the image into your mind.

That's it, Trixie.

You can feel your vision starting to grow hazy again. You let out a deep breath, voice heavy with lust.

"Deeper, Trixie. Get it all out."

You can see Trixie's cheeks grow red, her eyes narrowing as she tries to avoid meeting your gaze. She obliges with the command, however, her pink tongue disappearing into her outstretched hole. With a grimace, she draws out one last, thick pool of white into her mouth, a thin thread of saliva trailing from her muzzle.

Your dick gives another twitch as Trixie rolls back onto her back, her cheeks bulging slightly from the volume of your essence. She continues to turn her eyes away from you, cheeks flushed red as she fixes an angry glare at the ground beside her.

You slow the pace of your self-minstrations, changing things up a bit as you begin to apply a twisting motion around the head of your cock.

"Look at me, Trixie."

You see the mare's eyes narrow again. Her muscles twitch as she fights the command. It's useless. Her purple irises meet your own with a look of frustration.

"Swallow i—"

Wait.

You pause for a moment, your cock twitching as you suddenly halt your stroking. Your mind races, images of every smutty Playmare and Clop magazine you've seen since coming to Equestria running through your mind.

That's it.

"Open your mouth, Trixie."

A muscle in the mare's forehead twitches. Her glare drops from yours as she tries to look away, muscles jerking as she struggles against your words.

"Show it to me, Trixie."

Brows furrowing beneath her pointed hat, the mare finally obliges, opening her muzzle wide. The sight adds another inch to your erection. Your spunk is pooled in the back of Trixie's mouth—thick, white strands stretching from the inside of her cheeks and tongue as the mare fights to keep from gagging.

Fucking...

You fall back to your original stroke pattern, gripping your dick more tightly as you feel yourself coming to full mast. Your eyes are fixed on the mess of white pooling in Trixie's muzzle, all other thoughts flung to the wayside for now.

Without thinking, you scoot forward on your knees, widening you stance as you position yourself up against Trixie's flanks. The mare's eyes dart between your eyes and your jerking member, a trace of confusion mixing in with the disgust already evident on her face.

"Gargle it."

Trixie's eyes widen, a fresh flush of red reaching her cheeks as her eyes once again dart back to meet yours. You can feel her body twitch in surprise.

No? Didn't Anon like the taste of Trixie's pussy?

She'd done the same to you. It was her turn, now. You continue to pump away at your shaft, meeting the mare's gaze without flinching.

"Gargle it."

With a shudder, Trixie's body obliges to your command, tilting her head back so that your slime collects in the back of her throat.

"Glehuck!"

Immediately the mare makes another gagging sound, her eyebrows shooting up as your taste floods her senses. You can see her eyes start to grow watery as she squeezes them shut, a few tears running down the sides of her cheeks as her throat starts to contract.

"Ggh—gghhlluuurrrrggghhh..."

Your cock twitches in your hand as the obscene sound meets your ears—a thick, wet, gurgling noise more visceral than you could have ever imagined. You watch, wide eyed, as Trixie starts to roll her tongue around, your thick load bubbling in the back of her open muzzle.

Virgin-cocksucking-Luna.

You jack off faster, the sight of Trixie at your knees only fueling your rapid stroking. With a grunt you can feel yourself start to waver, an all-too-familiar tightness gripping at the base of your shaft.

Give Trixie your cum.

"Shit!"

Unable to control yourself, your thrust forward, your hands reaching around the back of the mare's head beneath her pointed hat.

"Ggghhllluuu-mmph! Mmph!"

Trixie's gurgling is immediately cut off, replaced by a thick gagging sound as you stuff your cock into her open muzzle. The mare's eyes flare open, irises widening in alarm as she gags around the head of your shaft. With a groan, you unleash a torrent your seed, plastering the back of her throat with your sperm. You can feel her begin to convulse as she coughs around your member, flecks of your previous load dripping out the sides of her muzzle. Tensing at the sight, you thrust even further, Trixie's red eyes watering as you release another flood of cum directly down her throat.

Glump. Glump. Glump.

You can hear Trixie swallow thickly, gulping down your essence to keep from choking. You watch as the bulges disappear down her throat, carrying your pent up lust into her stomach.

You groan, closing your eyes as you empty the last few spurts from your member. Three times, now. Three. You were amazed you still had this much left.

Give Trixie all of your cum.

"Mmmph."

With a grunt, you pull back, releasing your grip on Trixie's mane as you fall back to the floor. The mare immediately falls back and rolls onto her stomach, coughing as she tries to expel the last few strands semen from her throat.

The sound and sights quickly seem to fade, however, growing fuzzy in your mind. You roll onto your back, a feeling of lightheadedness suddenly overtaking your senses.

What the...what...why...huh?

A sense of disorientation sets in as the room begins to wobble around you, the lights and darks swirling, the outlines of objects losing their shape. You vaguely hear something that sounds like somepony gagging beside you, but it sounds...off, almost echoey—increasingly quiet next to the high pitched whine growing in your ears.

What was...what was going on again?

Your mind blanks as you try to grasp the situation. You begin to stumble forward, drunkenly, your outstretched hand falling on a pair of jeans cast haphazardly at your side.

My..clothes?

The revelation seems strange to you, the swirling lights and sounds preventing you from thinking too hard on it.

Why were my clothes here?

After a few moments of struggling, you somehow manage to pull your jeans back on and rise shakily into a low crouch. Raising your arms for balance, you train your eyes forward, vision swimming as the wobbly outline of a doorway catches your attention. Cautiously, you stumble forward, confusion still muddling your senses as you inch toward the threshold.

Where—

You stumble, falling onto your backside as your foot meets something on the floor beside you. Holding you swirling head steady with one hand, you glance at the object, holding your gaze as your vision strains into focus.

Bath soaps?

A confused look lights your face.

Why in the world was there a basket of bath soaps he—

Your clarity returns like a jackhammer.

Presents. Store. Perfume. Trixie.

You whip around, incidentally slamming your head against the door frame as you glance back into the room. Beyond your reeling vision, you can see an exhausted Trixie on the floor, panting heavily in a pool of your combined fluids. The broken glass bottle lays beside her, the last remnants of blue mist dissipating into the open air.

Rainbow.

You can feel your face go pale, an icy cold settling into your veins.

What had you just done?

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