Indecent Trix

by Quandary

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Human, Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sex
Length: 12405

You're on a mission to buy a gift for your marefriend. Unfortunately for you, The Great and Powerful Trixie has other plans.

You're on a mission to buy a gift for your marefriend. Unfortunately for you, The Great and Powerful Trixie has other plans.

Warning: Contains *gasp* clop. Fabulous, shame free clop.

You (Anon) x Trixie. Submission, domination, mind control, facesitting, and butt stuff. Sexy butt stuff.

The kind-of/sort-of sequel to Indecent Dash. No prior reading necessary.
(But always recommended)
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Image courtesy of TheShadowStone (deviantart)

Published 2014-12-11 03:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-22 21:01:34 UTC

Just Another Shopping Trip

Now...which street was it again?

Trotson. Clydesdale. Proudhoof. Ah—there it was. Whinny street.

You sigh as you nod to yourself, kneading your brow with a free hand. No matter how many times you made your way through Ponyville, all the road names still seemed to have an uncanny way of blurring together in your mind. It was almost a talent, really.

You shrug, dismissing the thought. Not the time to be worrying about it.

Today, you were on a mission.

Pulling a crumpled piece of note paper from your pocket, you glance down at the hoofwritten scrawl for the fourth time in so many minutes. You had to make sure you got this right. Sure, you and Rainbow had only been "seeing" each other for a couple of weeks now—you weren't even sure if you could call it dating at this point—but with her birthday coming up, you had wanted to get something special for her. After some asking around, you'd stumbled across a surprising tidbit of information:

Rainbow Dash liked bath soaps. Sudsy, flowery bath soaps.

At first, you'd been skeptical. Sure, Fluttershy had been Rainbow's friend since flight school—the cyan mare talked about her all the time—but bath soaps? It hardly sounded like the Dash you knew. However, the yellow pegasus had been so insistent that, against your better judgement, you'd found yourself convinced. It wasn't like you had anything better to go on, anyway. A couple explanations and a hoof written note later, you'd found yourself here, scouring the streets of Ponyville for the specialty shop that Fluttershy had recommended.

After taking a few long strides down Whinny street—that, at least, was one perk of being a human in a pony sized world, short commutes—you find yourself at the the address.

324 Whinny Street, Suite B.

Slowly, you raise your eyes, arching your neck to take in the full image of the billboard-sized letterhead posted over the door.

The Great and Powerful Trixie's Aromatic Perfumatorium!

You raise an eyebrow as you look over the signange. The gaudy neon billboard sticks out like a...well...a gaudy neon billboard, against the simpler shops around it.

You scratch your neck. Fluttershy had warned you that this place might seem a little...intense. But this...

You watch as a couple of timed magical fireworks shoot up in front of the doorway, startling some nearby ponyfolk as they begin sparking and whizzing by with dazzling ferocity.

...this was a little much.

Shaking your head, you push the thoughts away. Stay focused. This was for Rainbow. Get in, buy soaps, get out. You could at least do that much for her.

The thought seems to restore some of your confidence. Swallowing your hesitation, you press your hand against the door, swinging it open on its hinges.

Without warning, another display of fireworks launches up to greet you, casting shower of brilliant multicolored sparks over your all-too-non-fire-resistant form.

“Son of a bi—“

You curse politely as the sparks immediately begin to singe your skin—the red hot motes leaving tiny patches of black where they touch down. Your gentlemanly utterances, however, are quickly lost on your ears as another—much louder—voice breaks over the room.

“Welcome to the Great and Powerful Trixie's Wonderfully Magnificnet Aromatic Perfumatorium—”

Fanning the acrid haze of smoke from your vision, your eyes take in the image of a cocky, azure coated mare, her forelegs windmilling in the air before her. You blanch. In the about the same gaudy taste as the storefront, it looks like she's dressed up in some sort of magician's outfit, her blue-white mane peeking out from beneath the purple folds of a star-studded cape and hat.

"—the one an only home of The Great and Powerful Tr-r-r-r-rixie!"

You feel the sudden urge to slap a hand to your forehead.

No. Be nice. You need this. You manage to restrain yourself, deciding to give the mare the benefit of the doubt. You shake your head. The whole thing was probably just some act she put on for the customers anyway, there's no way a pony could be so conceit—

"Thank you! Thank you! Please hold your applause. There's plenty of the Great and Powerful Trixie to go around! Thank you!"

Eyes closed, she continues to wave to an imaginary audience, tossing her long mane nonchalantly over her shoulder.

Your expression falls.

—aaand benefit of the doubt gone.

You sigh, steeling yourself for the impending conversation. Taking a curt step forward, you clear your throat, trying to get the mare's attention.

"Eh-ehm, excuse me?"

The mare doesn't seem to notice you, her eyes still shut as she basks in the glow of her own fantasy.

Oh boy. This was going to be a delight.

"Uhm, excuse me?"

You step forward again, this time giving the mare a light tap on the shoulder. Immediately, her eyes snap open, purple irises going wide as she jumps backwards as if bitten. Her hoof immediately reaches to brush off her cape as she returns your confused look with a glare.

"How dare you interrupt the Great and Powerful Trixie when she is being adored by her many fans!"

Again, you fight the urge to facepalm. How did this store even stay in business?

Deep breaths, Anon. Deep breaths.

"My apologies, Miss...Great and Powerful...but my name's Anon and I was hoping..."

You scratch your neck, giving the store a quick once over with your eyes. For as much as the storefront tries to advertise, the shop itself is fairly modest, a simple wood floored room with a few shelves of perfumes lined up in the center. There's a small checkout desk at the far end of the room, next do a curtain-covered doorway leading into the back.

You wince as your eyes complete their circuit, catching the mare's cross stare once again.

"...I was hoping I could pick up some special bath soaps for my marefriend. Her friend said that you carried the one she likes."

Stooping over, you hold out the crumpled note a few feet in front of her. Nonplussed, the mare holds your gaze, giving you a quick once over before before shifting her attention. A few moments later she rolls her eyes, letting out a puff of air as her expression falls from annoyed to bored.

"Oh alright. Trixie supposes she can take time out of her schedule to get you what you need."

She swivels on hoof, her cape billowing with the flourish.

"Stay here, human. Trixie will be right back."

Giving you a curt nod, the mare trots off toward the back of the shop. Though you didn't intend to, you can't help but notice the curve of her hindquarters shifting back and forth beneath her cape as she leaves.

You shake your head, waving the thoughts away as she disappears behind the curtain. Definitely not the time for that.

Hmmm-hmm-hmm.

You wait for a couple minutes, lacing and unlacing your fingers like a puzzle as you wait for her return. It had been a long time since you'd seen another pair of hands. With all the hooves in your life, you almost found your own digits as intriguing as everypony else these days.

Your eyes trail toward the curtain as sounds of rummaging echo from the back room. For such a remarkably small shop, it sure was taking her a while.

You shrug. It could be worse. At least this mare didn't freak out when she saw you. Although you'd been old news in Equestria for months, there was still the occasional pony who was surprised to see a human walking through their door.

But this Trixie character—

You pause for a moment, your ears picking up the sound of humming from the back room.

"Hmmm, hmmm, hmm, Trixie-is-so-great, hmm, hmm."

You shake your head.

—this Trixie character seemed to be too caught up in herself to even care.

With that thought, the mare finally emerges from the back room, head held high as she proudly trots in your direction. At first, you're confused by the basket of bath soaps hovering beside her figure. How did an Earth pony—

Ohhh.

Your eyes slide up to the pointed hat fixed atop her mane. Sure enough, you can see the pale blue glow of magic emanating from within.

Ahhh, a unicorn, you think to yourself. That made much more sense. With the whole magician's getup and all.

Reaching you waiting form, Trixie halts in front of you, lifting a proud hoof toward the bundled of boxed soaps and bottles.

"Here it is! One order of The Great and Powerful Trixie's Lavender Heaven Bath Series, Super Bubble Complete!"

She swings her hoof in your direction, her expression suddenly deadpan.

"That will be forty bits."

"Forty!?"

You're taken aback, jaw nearly dropping to the ground. Forty bits? That was nearly half your weekly paycheck! Granted, helping Twilight man the library wasn't the best paying job in the world (that was the Equestrian government for you) but still...

You shake your head, focusing back on the situation at hand. Maybe she had something else.

"Uhm, forty bits is a little more than I was looking to spend right now." You scratch your neck. "Do you have anything like this in a...smaller size?"

Trixie smirks, shaking her head.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie only sells the fiiiinest sets of products. There are no 'smaller sizes.' If you want to get something that your marefriend will like, it's going to be forty bits."

Of course.

You lift a hand to your face, pondering your options. Maybe another store would have—

As if reading your thoughts, Trixie taps a hoof to the ground.

"And it's a matter of fact that The Great and Powerful Trixie is the only one who carries this scent. You won't be able to find it anywhere else."

You groan, hands inadvertently reaching to shield your wallet. You didn't want to believe it, but the mare was probably telling the truth. You doubt Fluttershy would have sent you here if you could have picked it up from anypony else.

Beaten, you slowly pull out your wallet, carefully counting out four of the bigger ten bit coins. With painful effort, you stretch out your hand, dropping them into Trixie's waiting hoof.

The mare grins as they clink against one another, the lighthearted tune tearing at your heartstrings.

"Trixie will accept your deal."

Without warning, the mare spins around, the blue glow of magic immediately disappearing around the basket of soaps. Your eyes widen as you lunge forward, snatching the basket of from the air just as its about to reach the ground.

"Ooomph."

You grunt, landing heavily on your ribcage. That was going to hurt in the morning. Good for nothing unicorn.

Rising to your feet, you brush yourself off and head toward the door. At least you could finally leave now.

As your about to reach for the handle, however, Trixie's voice suddenly calls out behind you.

"You know, Anon..." the mare's words come slowly, as if they were an afterthought. "...Trixie has a special new product that is guaranteed to make your special somepony jump through hoops for you."

You turn, flashing the unicorn a forced smile as you shake your head.

Yeahhh, not happening, sister.

"Ahh—no thank you! This is really all I need." You give the bundle of soaps a little jostle to make your point.

The mare, however, doesn't appear convinced. Dropping your bits into a jar behind the counter, she trots back in your direction, tossing her mane back over her shoulder.

"Oh, but she'll love this. It's The Great and Powerful Trixie's own special formula."

You continue to shake your head, shrinking back as the mare continues toward you. She offers you a coy smile, her eyebrows arching suggestively. The sudden look throws you for a loop.

Was she flirting with you?

You shake your head, stumbling over your words.

"Uhm, like I said, I think I'm—"

"Trixie gives one trial away free with every purchase."

The mare stops short of you, just close enough to keep the front door from swinging open. You can almost hear the debate raging in your mind. On one hand, you really didn't want to spend anymore time around this particular mare. One painful transaction had been enough.

You fidget with the basket in your arms.

On the other hand, it was supposed to be free...and you did want to get your money's worth...and here she was blocking you...and man-you-really-weren't-good-with-confrontations-like-these....

"Uhm, on second thought, sure. I'll take some."

You cave, eliciting a flash of satisfaction in the mare's eyes.

Oh boy. Here we go again.

With barely a moment's hesitation, the mare spins around once again, lifting her chin in triumph.

"A wise decision. Follow The Great and Powerful Trixie's lead."

Your shoulders sag as you trudge after her. No going back now.

You follow Trixie to the far end of the room, watching her disappear through the curtain ahead of you. Pausing for a moment—why did she even want you to come back here this time? couldn't she get it herself?—you follow her through. You're surprised to see that the back room is set up more like a lab than the storage area you'd imagined, strange vials and flasks lining the tabletops in front of rows and rows of sparkling crystal jars.

Your eyes travel back down toward the trotting unicorn as you tilt your head in thought. Despite her unpleasantness, you had to admit, she seemed to know what she was doing.

Continuing forward, the mare leads you to a small, wooden table in the center of the room, a single, green, crystal perfume bottle laid out on a pillow in its center. Taking post beside it, she glances back in your direction, once again presenting her hoof in a proud flourish.

"Here it is! The Great and Powerful Trixie's most wonderful perfume line, Trixie!"

You can almost hear the crickets chirping as you regard the mare with a blank stare. On the bottle, you can see the thin, cursive lettering of her name, complete with an image of a wizard's hat and stars as if her point wasn't clear enough.

The fantasies she must have playing through that head of hers...

Trying to avoid any further issue, however, you nod your head, trying your best to seem enthused.

"Ah, yes, what a—what a wonderful name."

Trixie cracks open her eyelids, shooting you a no-duh sort of look.

"Well of course it is. Trixie named it herself."

No, really?

Again, you bite your tongue, nodding away your weariness.

"Haha, my bad. Of course, of course."

You lean forward, reaching out toward the bottle with a free hand.

"I'll just be taking this, then, and heading on my—ouch!"

You stumble a half step back, rubbing your head where the mare's hoof had landed. What in the hay was she doing?

Glancing up, you can see Trixie staring crossly at you once again, hoof pointed in your direction.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie did not say you could have the entire bottle!" She shakes her head, making a tsk-tsk sound with her tongue. "Trixie said you could have a free trial."

Oh, so that's what she'd meant by "free." You sigh. Should have seen that coming. Time to cut your losses.

You glance back in the mare's direction, setting your basket of soaps to the side to talk with your hands. It was, public speaking 101, right? Use your hands for effect.

"Listen Trixie, I think I'm actually going to get going." You shrug your shoulders, eyes surveying the room for the exit. "Thanks for the offer and everything, but I—"

Pshhhhhht!

You stop mid sentence as you suddenly feel your face enveloped by a cloud of bluish mist, the strong, flowery smell burning your eyes and nostrils. You immediately fall into a coughing fit, dropping to one knee as you as your stinging eyes search for the mare.

"Celestia-fucking-Christ, what th—*cough cough*—what the hell, Trixie?"

Before your blurry vision, the mare steps forward, a wide smile on her face as she levitates the glass bottle back to its position on the pillow. Stopping just in front of you, she holds out a hoof, pointing toward your form.

"Quiet, Anon. Like Trixie said, one free trial with every purchase." She nods her head, explaining it to you like you were a child. "Trixie let you make a purchase, so now you're going to help her with her trial."

You grit your teeth. Like hell you were going to be doing this mare any favors. Letting out a last, deep cough, you shake your head and begin to raise a hand of your own.

“What are you thinking? I'm not just going to—”

“Trixie said silence!”

Your eyes widen as your lips suddenly cease their movement, the words stopping on their own accord. Your muscles tense as you try to continue speaking, but its as if you've lost control of them. They don't respond to your thoughts.

Before you, Trixie takes another step forward. She prods a hoof in the direction of the floor, her pointed hat bobbing with the sudden, sharp motion.

“Trixie says kneel.”

To your surprise, your body seems to move on its own accord, accepting the command as its own. You bend your legs, coming to rest on your knees against the floor.

What the...what was going on?

The azure mare smirks, a devious look lighting her eyes.

“Trixie says roll over.”

Again, you move, your actions not your own. With a grunt, you fall to the ground and obediently spin to the side, coming to rest on your stomach.

The sight seems to please Trixie immensly. She trots forward until she reaches your side, your eyes straining to meet her gaze from your awkward position against the floor. The unicorn's smirk breaks into a full-fledged grin, her eyes narrowing as she glances predatorially over your prostrate form.

The confusion continues to rise in your muddled thoughts.

What the hell was she doing to you?

“Hmmm...Trixie sees that her new suggestion elixir is working magnificently.”

The mare's voice is smoother than it had been just a moment ago. More...sultry. She leans in closer, the brim of her hat brushing against your forehead.

“But Trixie thinks that additional....trials...are in order. Just to make sure.”

You tense. Suggestion elixir? Additional trials? What was she talking about?

The mare takes a step back, spinning her hoof lazily in front of her.

“Get on your back for Trixie.”

Your body obliges once again, and you soon find yourself looking up at the ceiling, arms flat at your side. From this angle, you've lost sight of the blue mare, but you can still hear her hoofsteps as she trots across the floor above your head. You narrow your eyes a bit, trying, not to look directly into the light illuminating the small room.

Your mind continues to race as you try to regain control.

Get up! Get up!

You fire off a series of commands, none of which seem to register any response.

Stupid body, why won't you just mo—

Without warning, a black silhouette hovers over your vision, pulling you from your thoughts. It takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust. When they finally do, you inhale sharply at the sight.

Stars-and-swirls cape tossed asunder, your eyes can make out the smooth contours of a plump, silhouetted flank positioned before your gaze, a long tail swishing coyly behind it. Your sudden intake of breath is met with a rush of musk as the sweet scent of mare reaches your senses.

Your stomach flip flops as your brain tries to make sense of this turn of events.

What the what?

But the words don't come. The spell continues to hold fast, leaving you immobile on the floor. Your efforts are only known to yourself as Trixie straddles you from above, hooves tapping against the floor beside your ears as she moves into position.

Wait, position?

“Is Anon ready for Trixie?”

The mare's tail flicks in front of your face at the coy remark. Your eyes widen as you catch a flash of pink.

Was that her—

Ohhhhh nope-nope-nope-nope-nope-nope-nope.

You roll your eyes frantically, trying not to focus on the sudden stirring in your midsection. The whole point in coming here had been to get something for Rainbow. You shouldn't be seeing another mare like this, spell or no spell.

Despite the thought, your eyes are drawn back upwards towards the sight of the mare's plot hovering above you. As much as you try to fight it, you can feel your excitement beginning to heighten.

Trixie's smug voice rolls over you once again.

“Trixie will take your silence as a yes.”

The tail flicks above you a second time, exposing another flash of pink.

“Remember, no moving unless Trixie tells you!”

Wait, wha—mmph!

Without warning, Trixie drops, enveloping your face between her thighs. The intensity of the mare's scent increases tenfold as you find your face buried in her marehood, the thin slit already slick against your lips.

This could not seriously be happening.

Another sharp inhale on your part draws a yelp from Trixie. You can feel her tense as she lifts back up a fraction of an inch.

“Ahh~<3—No! The Great and Powerful Trixie demands you stop that!”

Despite the situation, you can't help but furrow your eyebrows at the ridiculous demand.

Stop what? Breathing? How did she expect—

You can hear the mare's hooves tap against the floor on either side of your head as she regains her balance. Her words are firm—confident—almost mocking.

“Let's try this again. You will now lick Trixie until she tells you to stop. No funny breathing this time. Understood?”

You try to open your mouth in protest, but—unsurprisingly—the words remain stuck in your throat. Without hesitation, Trixie drops a second time, the musky scent of her marehood once again filling your senses as the weight returns to your face.

Mmmph!

Still subject to the mare's spell, you feel your body obey, your tongue snaking up to penetrate the puffy blue lips pressed against your own. The response from the mare is immediate. She grinds herself against your face, an approving moan vibrating from the back of her throat.

You continue your assault, the sweet taste of marecum filling your senses as your tongue travels along the inside length of her slit. Trixie begins to rock against you—short, firm movements that push your pseudo-member deeper into her folds with every thrust. It's all you can do to keep from gasping. The weight on your face is making it difficult to breathe.

After a few, stressful moments, the mare's voice drifts down from above—a seductive, teasing tone that plays against your ears.

“That's a good peasant. Does Anon like the taste of Trixie's pussy?”

Shit. Dirty talk. You try to shake your head in vain.

No—resist! Don't think about it!

Despite your resolution, however, you can't help yourself. You can feel your member beginning to harden beneath your jeans.

Above you, the mare speaks again, raising her voice in mock irritation.

“Trixie can't heaaar you.”

All at once, the mare ceases her movement, dropping her weight fully onto your face. You're all but blinded, unable to breathe between the cushy backside pressed against your mouth and nose.

Seconds pass. The mare's scent is overwhelming.

Your body tenses as a faint burning sensation begin to light in your lungs. Oxygen. Need it. Now.

“Mhmmmmm.”

Cursing your weak willpower, you hum an affirmative—the only “speaking” that your spellbound body can manage. Pausing for another half moment to make her point, Trixie finally lifts her backside from your face, allowing you a much needed lungful of air. Your face is warm, slick with marecum.

A flush of heat reaches your cheeks as you feel your member twitch forcefully. You're already at full length, pitching one hell of a tent beneath your jeans.

Good God. Were you some kind of masochist or something?

You can sense Trixie shift above you—momentarily pulling you from your embarrassed thoughts.

“Oh? What is this that Trixie sees?”

Shit.

Your eyes widen in alarm as the mare's dripping pussy disappears from your vision. The clopping of hooves fills your ears once more as you see Trixie trot around at your side, her eyes trailing seductively toward your belt.

You wince. Your excitement is undeniable. Even from this position, you can see the outline of your aching member pressed against your jeans.

Feigning a look of surprise, the mare reaches out with a hoof, trailing lazy circles on your inner thigh.

“My, my, my. What does Trixie have here?”

Trixie's gaze slowly works its way back toward your own, a wisp of her white mane falling coyly over her eyes beneath her hat.

“Did Anon get excited from eating Trixie's pussy?”

You watch, muscles tensing, as the mare inches her hoof forward, stopping just shy of the bulge beneath your pants. You fight back a groan, willing yourself not to give her the satisfaction.

Trixie seems to take notice. Pouting, she puffs out her full blue lips, narrowing her brows as her voice takes on a fake air of innocence.

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

For some reason, her tone strikes a nerve. Up till now, your feelings had been a mix of shock and embarrassment. Shame for your own part even. But that voice. That tone. She wasn't even trying to be sincere.

Despite your position, you can feel the irritation crawling beneath your skin.

Here she was, essentially date-raping you with magic silly spray and she was just going to feign innocence? Act like this was just a game to her?

You can feel a strange sensation building in your chest, a mix of disgusted angst and lust.

God you wanted to fuck her.

The mare's eyes flash, as if picking up on your thoughts. She offers you a wide, fake, innocent smile—that hint of arrogance still twinkling in her eyes.

Another spike of irritation lances through your chest.

God did you want to. So, fucking hard.

Trixie's continues, her voice suddenly dripping with suggestion.

“...or did you just like being smothered by Trixie's great and powerful plot?”

Despite your bitterness, your determination falters for a split second at plot. Unable to hold back, your eyes flit back toward the curve of her rump.

Trixie's grin widens.

“Oh, is that it then? Does Anon like Trixie's ass?”

Turning, the mare swivels in your direction, flicking her tail to the side as she presents her waiting rump. As much as you hate yourself for it, you can't take your eyes away. The mare's wide plot is incredible—a plump pair of squeezable, spankable, slappable blue cheeks just begging to be torn apart.

Your eyes widen. Above her still-dripping slit, you can make out the pucker of her tight little plothole, winking as she flexes. Teasing you. Taunting you.

You can feel your member twitch at the sight.

Trixie takes notice of this, grinning as she draws her hoof back from your straining member. The sickeningly sweet tone in her voice hasn't faded.

“Oh? Does Anon see something he likes?”

You grit your teeth. So fucking hard.

Drawing back her foreleg, Trixie swings it back, smacking it firmly against her plot. You watch as the her curvy backside ripples, bouncing with the impact of her hoof.

Your member jumps again.

The mare's smile widens. She begins to sway from side to side, shifting the weight of her thighs closer and closer to your face.

“Does anon want to rut Trixie from behind?”

Your member jumps a third time. You watch as Trixie's eyes play over it like a cat's.

“Hmmm....Trixie will take that as a yes.”

Still grinning that irritatingly smug grin, you watch as the mare saunters forward, stepping over your legs to straddle your midsection. Glancing back over her shoulder, she lifts her hoof in mock-embarrassment, draping a foreleg along the seam of your jeans.

You grit your teeth as her firm hoof lazily caresses your spire beneath the fabric. You tense as she inches forward, stopping just short of your head before trailing back down your length.

As much as you hate to admit it, she knows how to work you.

She draws her hoof back a moment later, clicking her tongue as she nods toward your jeans.

“Oh? How silly of Trixie. We can't have these getting in the way.”

A faint hum fills the air as Trixie's magic envelops your belt buckle. With a soft click it comes undone, quickly followed by your zipper. You can feel your pants and boxers slide off beneath you a moment later, allowing your member to spring free.

The mare's eyes flash again as she takes in the sight of your erect manhood, throbbing shamefully in the open air. She gives her lips a long, slow lick as her gaze travels across it.

“Ah, much better. This should suit Trixie quite well.”

Taking another step back, she swishes her tail back toward the ground, the long, fine hair running teasingly over your exposed member. You flinch at the silky sensation.

Trixie's tilts her head to the side, a look of amusement crossing her face beneath the brim of her hat. You can feel your muscles tense under the spell.

Princess-fucking-Celestia. The urge to slam her to the ground and start pumping away spikes within you, your manhood bobbing before her.

“Ooh. A little impatient, aren't we, Anon?”

The azure mare grins and flips her mane, the movement sending her tail dancing across your member a second time.

“I bet you'd like to rut Trixie's magnificent pussy right now. So nice and tight...”

Trixie's hips begin to sway back and forth as she speaks, her obscured backside lowering itself closer to your waiting member. Your eyes widen, straining to find sight of her marehood through the curtain of tail.

Her voice continues to trickle in. Sickly sweet and soft.

“...so warm...”

You grit your teeth as you suddenly feel your head press against her swollen lips. The mare is radiating heat—a silk lipped furnace begging you to ram her down to the hilt. If only you could see...

“...so wet.”

You inhale sharply as Trixie drops sharply, your member suddenly parting the outer folds of her marelips. You can feel yourself throb as she teases herself against your shaft, the slickness of her arousal dripping out to coat your member. You can feel you heartbeat start to quicken, the urge to pounce—to rut her—gripping at your limbs.

After a few moments, the mare pauses, her grin twisting into an outright smirk. Without warning, she arches forward, your member running through the silky strands of her tail as she returns to a standing position.

You fight back the urge to growl, your hips bucking inadvertently as her warmth leaves your shaft. Ignoring you, the mare tosses her head back, lifting a foreleg to her brow with dramatic flourish.

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

You stare forward, pinpricks of irritation running up and down your spine. Your dick throbs in objection, your mind wracked in pent up lust.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You can see the Trixie's eyes glinting as she watches you beneath her feigned gesture of indignation. You can see the look of delight in her eyes. She's enjoying every minute of this. Making you squirm. Making you suffer.

That damn cocktease!

You grit your teeth. If only this damn spell wasn't holding you back...

Trixie finally removes her hoof from her forehead, once again meeting your gaze from beneath the brim of her hat. She sighs deeply—fakely—glancing at your twitching member with a look of pity.

“Buut, since it seems you are so absolutely obsessed with her, Trixie will allow you show your appreciation for her great and powerful plot.”

Before you can process her words, Trixie's tail swishes back out of the way, once again revealing her plump ass in its entirety. Your attention comes into sharp focus as she lowers herself against your midesection, the two, pillowy cushions pressing firmly against the underside of your shaft.

“Gahh...”

Your breath responds to the sensation in like, a grunt of pleasure escaping through your lips.

Trixie flashes you another knowing look. You can feel another spike of irritation in your blood. Seriously? Was this just going to be another tease? Christ, this mare was insuffer—

A half second later, your eyes fly open as her fat plot suddenly envelopes your entire member from tip to base—your shaft all but disappearing between the taut mounds of flesh.

Holyfuckinghell.

You can feel your member give another firm twitch, springing up another half inch at the sensation of being sandwiched between Trixie's ass cheeks—the barest hint of her pucker pressed firmly against your member. Only the very tip of your head manages to protrude between her cleavage, the rest of your shaft utterly smothered by her bulging backside.

Before you can start to make sense of things, the mare begins to rock in slow, even strokes against your midsection. Your mind immediately goes blank, waves of lust washing over you as the tug of her firm flanks swallows at your cock.

“F-fuck.”

The curse leaves your lips quietly, the first word you've managed to utter in the past fifteen minutes. You're only vaguely aware of this, however, too focused on the sight of your cockhead disappearing and reappearing in Trixie's plot. The thin sheen of marecum coating your dick only adds to the sensation, squelching lewdly as she pumps against you.

Trixie doesn't seem to notice your voice over the sound, her judging gaze too fixated on your expression to hear. She smirks as your heartbeat thunders away in your chest, causing your hotdogged member to twitch obscenely between her cleavage.

“How does that feel, Anon?”

You feel your eyebrows narrow at her tone. Her harsh, nasally voice is condescending as ever.

You grit your teeth, straining not to give in. You can feel yourself getting closer.

As if sensing your resistance, the mare lowers her eyebrows—her half lidded gaze meeting yours as she gives her lips another, slower, lick.

“How does it feel to have your cock smothered by Trixie's perfect plot?”

Not giving you time to answer, Trixie turns back forward and slowly lowers her forelegs to the ground. The motion swallows your cock even deeper into her crevice as she arches toward the floor, bending your dick as she begins to twerk her ass along your length.

“S-shit.”

Despite the firm grip of her cheeks on your aching cock, you notice it this time. You had spoken. Shit. That was definitely your thought.

Behind the wall of lust flooding your senses, a fleeting ray of hope flits through your mind.

Was the spell...was it finally starting to wear off?

“Are you ready to come, Anon?”

You grunt, trying to hold back as the mare's plot lifts again, tugging at your cockhead.

“Are you ready to blow that pitiful little load of yours on to Trixie's waiting plot?”

Before you, Trixie begins lengthening her strokes, each firm slap of her cheeks sending ripples through her plot as it engulfs your cock.

"Ehrg."

Another grunt. The mare smiles lewdly, her half-lidded gaze meeting yours beneath the brim of her hat. You can feel a tightness beginning to grasp the base of your shaft. If she kept going like this—

“Do it. Cum on Trixie's tight little ass."

You oblige.

With a groan you can feel your sandwiched cock release into Trixie's plot. The first heavy, rope of cum arcs straight up between the mare's cheeks, spattering wetly across her lower back and tail. The second goes even further, plastering the back brim of her pointed hat with thick strands of white. She continues to ride you through climax, your spurting member squelching obscenely as you unload the rest of your hot essence between her cheeks—a steady stream of white leaking out around your cock as you fill her tight little crevice to the brim with your spunk. You watch, dumbstruck, as it trails out in streams out across her taut blue flanks, clinging tightly to her coat as she finally begins to slow her pumping.

Fuck...that was...fuck....

You shake your head—or fail to, rather—unable to think straight. Your member is still twitching, your head still sensitive to her every subtle movement. You hadn't cum that hard in a while; at least not since—

Rainbow.

A pang of guilt bites at your chest as you remember the whole reason you'd come to this whacked out store in the first place. Damn this mare! If only you could figure out how to get around it and get out of here.

Your vision still hazy, you jump as bit as your gaze barely manages to pick out the sight of purple irises staring into your own. Trixie lowers her eyelids as you take notice of her stare, flashing you a small, irritatingly triumphant grin.

You strain again, feeling the slightest movement in your limbs as a result. Though her suggestion potion is still weaving its influence over you, you can feel it waning—your own impulses struggling to break free.

Fighting in the only way your body will let you, you return Trixie's look with a glare. She snickers in response, swaying her hips as she continues to play with your deflating member.

"That's a good Anon. That's right. Give Trixie all of your cum."

Despite the haze around your vision, you almost hear the whirr of your thoughts as you processes the command. As her words echo around, in the farthest reaches of your mind, a small, waiting lightbulb fizzles to life.

She said to give her your cum.

She never said how.

As your mind registers the loophole in the suggestion spell, you can feel the tenseness in your limbs disappear. Your eyes widen in realization. Enough of the charm's potency must have worn off to let you exploit her vague command.

You can feel the adrenaline burst into your system. You had to act now. Before she noticed.

You lunge forward, arms reaching forward to cover the mare's mouth before she can issue another command.

“Hey! What are y—” You see the mare's eyes widen as you jolt forward, her smug look turning to one of shock. As the realization hits her, she starts to splutter, the first words of another command forming on her lips.

"Trixie demands that you—mmph!"

For once, you're grateful to hear the mare's self-praising speech pattern.

Your right hand clamps down over Trixie's mouth without a moment to spare. At the same time, your left wraps around to grip her waist as the two of you pitch forward, sailing headlong onto the floor.

Thud—KARASHHH!

There's a shower of glass as something falls free of the tabletop next to you, shattering against the ground below. Head spinning, you glance up—still grasping Trixie—eyes trying to make out the blurry image before you. As your vision finally focuses, your right hand shoots up to cover your mouth as a familiar plume of blue begins drifting up from the broken shards.

The struggling Trixie takes advantage of your reflexive movement, her harsh shouts filling your ears.

"What do you think you are doing to Trixie, you primate? Trixie demands—huh?”

Trixie's eyes widen as the blue mist passes over her face. Her gaze darts between the table, the floor, and you, another command immediately forming on her lips.

“Trixie—”

“Quiet!”

Your shout—practically a yelp—beats Trixie to the punch. Immediately, the mare clams up, her lips snapping shut mid-shout. Her eyebrows narrow as she starts to squirm in your grasp, trying her best to break free.

“Don't move.”

The second command escapes your lips a bit more calmly. As expected, you can feel the mare go still in your grasp.

You exhale, a sense of relief washing over you.

Too close. She'd almost gotten another word in.

You flex your fingers, taking a moment to revel in your renewed sensation of freedom. Celestia did it feel good to move for yourself again. Now if you could just—

You pause for a moment.

Glancing down, your eyes widen as your realize your cock is still sandwiched in between Trixie's tight plot cheeks, the mare's entire backside a sticky mess of fur and cum. To your disbelief, you can see that your member has started to harden again, despite your sudden struggle.

Or...rather....

Your raise an eyebrow as strange haziness begins to work its way across your mind. You study Trixie's form, her eyes meeting yours in a frozen scowl beneath the brim of her hat. You can see an errant strand of your cum hanging from the back of it, threatening to drip down onto her fine blue coat.

In fact...that struggle...if anything...

You reach forward, almost absentmindedly, causing the mare to flinch as your fingers trail down toward the small of her back. You can see her eyebrows furrow in surprise, a look of disgust straining to appear on her otherwise frozen face. Her body tenses reflexively—her plot inadvertently tightening its grip against your shaft in the process.

Give Trixie all of your cum.

...all of your cum.

As if posessed, you reach out with both hands, tracing the Trixie's flanks with your palms. Reaching her cutie marks, you squeeze firmly, kneading her pliant cheeks as they sandwich against one another around your cock.

"Mmmph!"

You glance upward as the mare lets out a surprised grunt, her eyes going wide. You meet her gaze with your own, a predatorial heat welling up within your chest.

A small, sly grin slowly forms on your lips.

Your turn.

***

Compensation

Author's Note

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

Compensation

***

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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