Author's Note

Second One-shot of the three, taken from the poll.

Kinks: M/F pairing, Plot worship, Cunnilingus, Hotdogging, Big Butt, Anal, Exotic Dancer/Stripper

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Trixie's Moneymaker

The pulsing beat that echoed in the wide-spaced room was a vibration that could be felt in every denizen within. It was a driving beat, one that invited all in its range to dance and feel free to relish the movement. Of course, those that danced here were certainly more enticing to watch dance than most. That’s what one gets when you’re a visitor of the Shady Stable, a tucked away club in Canterlot’s darker alleys that could easily be mistaken for a mere back entryway to one of the more proper, distinguished looking office buildings.

The owner of Shady Stable, unknown to most save the staff, had invested a fairly good deal of wealth in insuring the safety and security of his or her business. Soundproofed walls and ceilings, enchanted windows that portrayed only a dimly lit storehouse from outside, and various other devices were all in use to keep the naughty mischief out of sight. The insides were also secure and safe, especially for his staff of dancers and bar attendants. Bodyguards were kept at key positions inside and behind the scenes, many hand selected for diligence versus pure beefiness. It wouldn’t do for business to be compromised because a guard got frisky, after all.

“I’m telling you, you’re going to love this. We’re not pulling the wool over your eyes here.” One stallion could be heard telling another, his arm around his shoulder as the pair wandered down a hidden hall, guided by one such bodyguard clad in black and an earpiece plugged in to his right side. “I couldn’t just let your 21st go by without giving you a little fun.”

“B-but I can’t just…I mean, what if somepony talks? You’re sure nopony knows we’re here?” The other stallion, a spectacled and nervous looking grey pony with a light blonde mane, cast a glance over his shoulder before being tugged on by his cohort.

“Naaaah. Come on! They all think I took you off to Rainbow Falls for your 21st. Ain’t nopony gonna blab about this place anyway. That’s the beauty of it.” He assured. “Brisk, come on. Have I ever done anything to hurt you? Intentionally?”

“Well, no, no you haven’t. But how will you know I even like this girl?” Brisk questioned, adjusting his glasses. The lighting of the hallway wasn’t overly bright, but every room was marked with a pair of lights to highlight the doorway. The guard came to a stop finally, making the pair of them stop as well. Knocking on the door twice, the guard listened for any indicators of the mare within being occupied. Instead, he heard an affirming voice call back.

“I am ready!” Came the sing-song tone reply, and the guard stood at attention.

“Whenever you’re ready, mister Brisk.” The gruff remark made the stallion blink before he gulped and eyed the doorknob. He gave one last look to his friend, but received only a mischievous wink in response. With a sigh of resignation to his fate, Brisk opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. Star Path, realizing his job was done, looked to the guard.

“He’s a lucky man.” No response came from him, and Star sighed. “Right, right. Back to the bar for non-paying clients.” The guard smirked and nodded, the pair leaving back down the way they came.

Inside the room, Brisk Shine was looking about in amazement. It was an entirely different parlor than he expected to enter compared to the hallway outside. Instead of a shoddy small room, the entire space was well-kept and furnished. The plush carpet under his feet gave no sound of his steps, the room carrying a blue hue about it as much of the furniture was similarly colored. If anything, it struck Brisk as a little intriguing: blue chairs, a blue sofa, a darker blue for the carpet. Even the bed in the corner was touched up with the blue motif, though the sheets were an almost silvery shade. He came to a stop, however, as he became preoccupied with just whom was on the bed waiting.

“So this is the next client for The Great and Seductive Trixie?” Posed on her side facing him, her head was propped on one gloved hand, eyes peering at him with a hunger that made him stop in his tracks. She was a beauty, to be sure: Long silvery-white mane that draped over her shoulders and down to her middle, an azure coat that looked immaculately groomed and soft to the touch. Her choice of dress made Brisk’s cheeks burn, consisting of only a one piece outfit that clung to her impressive figure like a glove. Her breasts looked full and perky, swelling behind their cloth confines and giving an arousing jiggle motion as she slowly rose up. Even her walk was sensuality come to life; her wide, thick hips swayed with each step as she approached him. When she came up before him, he was captivated by the violet eyes staring back.

“I-I am, yes.” He finally spoke. His stammer made her smirk, yet she gave no harsh remark.

“Don’t worry, dear boy. I know all about you. The Great Trixie never takes a client without learning about them.” She assured, resting a hand on his chest. Internally, she grinned at the racing heartbeat the boy had. “Your friend tells me you appreciate a mare with a little extra on the side, hmm?”

Brisk’s face burned hotly at the open admission of his private desire. Star always was a sly one, and must’ve caught him eyeing the plumper and larger mares in town when they caught a meal together. “Y-yes ma’am. You look…a-absolutely beautiful, if I may.”

Trixie grinned wider at his response. “A gentlecolt indeed and one who appreciates beauty when he sees it. Trixie is glad she accepted you.” She said before guiding him to a seat nearby. Expecting her to either stand before him or take the seat next to him, he gave a small gasp when she instead placed herself in his lap, leaning up against him as those violet eyes stared up at him. He could smell the fragrance of her mane, and had to resist sniffing again as she remained close, a hand daintily resting on his shoulder. “Now, business before pleasure; just how much did you bring to Trixie tonight?”

Brisk recalled just how much was within the bag of coins sitting in his pocket. He tried to reach for it without brushing against the mare in his lap, but could find no method other than to slip his hand into his pocket and against the butt cheek pressed into his lap. Retrieving it, he held it before her eyes. “1,000 bits. Counted in 100-bit coins.” He answered.

Trixie’s eyes lit up at the amount spoken, color coming to her cheeks. “Yes, Trixie is definitely fortunate to have chosen you tonight. I am sure by tonight’s end; Trixie will have you coming back for more.” She promised, and added a small peck to his cheek for good measure. Brisk gave no comment, setting the bag on the nearby stand out of the way as Trixie slowly rose up and away from him. Her tail gave a casual, but deliberate brush against his chin, drawing his eyes to her form as she watched him over her shoulder, back facing him.

“Tell me, Brisk: Does Trixie not match what your heart desires?” The question prompted the stallion to look her over again, and his eyes became transfixed on her most prominent feature. With the way her rear jiggled and bounced with each step, formed by the sensual mix of her lean legs and wide hips, her plot was assuredly large to meet his wishes. Seeing him nod, Trixie smirked in satisfaction.

Horn glowing alight, there was a small click from the side as music similar to that of the main club showroom began playing, although less resounding and more low-key. Brisk would hardly give it thought; his attention was much more focused on the swaying figure of Trixie as she began dancing before him. Her tail would give a hinting shimmer of her direction as she swayed left and right, spinning to turn her front towards him. The showmare could tell she had his full attention, and spoke as she approached.

“Trixie always hears such kind words about her figure from her patrons. Some say she is divine, even. I wonder what you might have to add?” her question came with a shake of her hips while her hands slowly danced up and down her sides, caressing her body as she moved. Brisk wracked his mind for a proper way to answer, but had trouble communicating. Trixie, taking it as him needing a little push, acted on instinct and moved to straddle his waist, laying her thick thighs on either side of him as his face came up to her bosom.

“Perhaps you should…try it for yourself, to see what you think of Trixie?” She suggested. Her hands came down to hold his, pulling them up until they came to rest just shy of her mounds.

“B-but…a-am I allowed?” Brisk whispered.

Trixie smirked and leaned close to whisper in his ear. “Trixie welcomes you to indulge yourself. Trixie knows you have wanted so long to touch a mare of my beauty. And now here is your chance.” Brisk’s control over his burning lust came loose at that, and he cupped her covered mounds in his hands with a gentle, but firm grip. It drew a moan out of Trixie, making her wiggle her hips in approval as she ground against him.

“By the Sisters, you’re amazing.” Brisk murmured. “I-I’ve never seen anypony like you.”

Trixie’s cheeks went pink at the honesty in his tone. “And there is much more to see, for sure. If Trixie may…” she trailed off as she brought her hands up and unfastened the straps straining to withhold her figure. With them giving way, her one-piece slid off with ease to her middle, allowing Brisk to get an eyeful of her bare, full breasts. His hands continued to squeeze and began to knead them, feeling their hefty weight and savoring the sensation. Likewise, Trixie too enjoyed his motions, his fingers and hands surprisingly soft compared to her usual clientele.

Letting him be awash in the feeling of her breasts was just the beginning of the fun. With a delicate pull, she brought him into her cleavage as she continued to grind in his lap, already feeling a tell-tale bulge pressing back against her. Inspired by that reaction, she let out a soft coo as Brisk sniffed and nearly moaned at the smell of vanilla on her skin. The feeling of her fur brushing his muzzle made him nuzzle closer, an intimate motion that Trixie encouraged as she pet his head slowly.

Eager to move forward, Trixie carefully extracted herself from him and took his hand in hers. “Come…we can both relax more comfortably over here.” She urged, and he followed as if entranced, lying on his back as Trixie slinked up beside him. She shrugged off her one piece and cast it aside, leaving her nude before his vision. Her silvery-white mane hung like a curtain over her shoulder, adding to her allure as she rested a hand on his chest. “Why don’t we get these off of you, hmm?”

If Brisk had any idea to protest – stars above no idea why he would – it was dropped as Trixie’s horn glowed, his clothing vanishing with only a small puff of air. His face burned as literally every piece of clothing was gone, revealing his eagerness from her show thus far. Trixie’s eye looked on his arousal and grinned. While certainly not a muscular stallion, he wasn’t lacking where it mattered to her.

“Trixie sees that you’re enjoying the show. This pleases Trixie.” She remarked before leaning down and kissing him fully on the lips. He welcomed it, and timidly poked his tongue back at her exploring muscle while it danced within his muzzle. When she withdrew, his tongue drew back into his maw, letting him taste her as she licked her lips.

“Before we go any further, Trixie would love to warm you up a little further…but she requires your aid for that.” Confusion crossed Brisk Shine’s face as she lifted herself up before swinging around above his head. With wide eyes, he could feel his arousal give a throb as she hovered her now bare plot above his head. The sheer size of her rear was immense from this view, her puffy nethers glistening lightly as she held there. It was wedged between the powerful cheeks of her ass, her tail lifted up to give him an unobstructed view which he gladly soaked up.

“Worship Trixie’s plot, and Trixie promises to return the favor.” She promised before lowering her rear onto his waiting face. Becoming the makeshift throne for her plot left Brisk to groan in desire. The plush cheeks pressing against him were like two pillows of sensual, sexual fluff that he had envisioned in his most private of moments. His hands came up and caressed and squeezed her from the sides as his open mouth began to lick and kiss at whatever skin he could find. Trixie let out an approving moan as he found her nethers, pink tongue slipping and rubbing against her outer folds before finding the treasure within them. In response, she pushed her hips down harder, grinding herself against his face as her tail brushed over the top of his head.

“Y-yes…Trixie approves of this. More, please!” She called to him, which he was happy to oblige. Brisk had become lost to his desire as he relished every smell, taste, and touch he could experience while buried beneath her immense butt. His own arousal was throbbing painfully, erect and stiff as steel whilst listening to her moans and whines. He could taste her own arousal as it dripped down onto his chin from her nethers, her marehood reflecting her enjoyment as his eager tongue swirled about it. Growing bold, he even braved a flick of his tongue along the curve of her ass towards her puckered star beneath her tail, but didn't approach further out of fear of upsetting her. He instead returned to her marehood, giving the swollen lips an eager tasting as Trixie panted above him.

He remained there for only a short while before Trixie pulled up suddenly with a hitched breath. She looked over her shoulder and down to him with an approving smile. “V-very well done. B-but Trixie must focus on you now.” Her legs were slightly shaky as she moved down along his waist and lifted herself up, before planting her rear square against his member. Brisk watched with half-lidded eyes as the valley of her rear swallowed up his length, leaving him engulfed save for his tip that poked out and into her tail just above.

“Now…watch as the Great and Seductive Trixie shows what she can do!” The showmare declared before slowly beginning to rock her body back and forth, her motions displaying the jiggle and weight of her rear as he was hot-dogged by her buttocks. With every complete motion, Brisk felt as if he was being immersed in a heated, soft pool of flesh that welcomed him with every stroke. Already, droplets of pre-cum escaped him to fall onto the cleft of her butt cheeks, staining them with his scent as she continued to rock against him.

“Trixie’s plot is the greatest of all, is it not? Do you not enjoy having your hot cock between her plot?” she questioned.

“Y-yes, Trixie. Trixie’s r-rear…oh goddess…” Brisk trailed off as she pushed more of her weight into him, the action making him buck his hips in want. She continued onwards, working and playing with his length as she switched to rapid motions to simulate him bucking her valley as she rode. With the way he was twitching against her skin, she knew he wouldn’t last for too much longer.

“T-Trixie, I can’t…I-I’m gonna!” He tried to warn her.

“Let it out. Shower Trixie’s plot with your adoration! Trixie wants you to!” She called to him, grinding herself against him moreso. With a strangled cry, Brisk’s muscles locked up as his climax loosed itself out of him, hot globs of his seed squirting out onto her plot in white streaks that splattered onto her blue fur. Trixie cooed at the feeling of the hot, wet jizz landing onto her skin, slowing her motions to let him ride it out before he went slack. Extracting him from her plot cleavage, her hand slowly stroked his length, still at half-mast as he panted beneath her.

“That was…intense.” Brisk breathed out, idly noting Trixie’s stroking hand over his length. “I-I hope you’re not disappointed.”

Trixie giggled lightly. “Oh, Trixie is hardly displeased. If you had fired that quickly in lovemaking, perhaps. But Trixie knows you will last longer now.”

Brisk’s face shone like a tomato, he turned so red. “L-Lovemaking?! I-I thought…I-I wasn’t sure i-if you’d e-even consider…”

Clicking her tongue, Trixie continued to slowly jack his member, feeling it begin to stir. “Trixie would be sad to let such a courteous gentlecolt like yourself go without a proper finish. And with how much you paid, along with your attentiveness, Trixie is certain she can enjoy it.” Releasing him for the moment, the mare’s horn lit up as she levitated over a bottle from the nearby nightstand. Popping its top once it reached her hand, she began to liberally apply a sweet-smelling lotion to his length.

Brisk was at first confused before he groaned as he felt his member begin to grow back to being stiff once more. “W-what is…”

“Trixie knows that some clients are too nervous around her in the bedroom. Trixie believes it’s due to their inability to cope with her loveliness.” She replied as she continued to slowly stroke him, rubbing in the lotion that left his member slick and shining in the candlelight. “So Trixie invested in an aid to help those needing a little boost. You have pleased Trixie, of that there is no doubt. Trixie simply is ready to go ahead.”

“You’re certainly eager.” The stallion remarked with a sheepish grin.

“It has been some time since Trixie has had a client she could enjoy. Especially one that worships her features as much as you. You have Trixie’s thanks for that.” She replied before grinning up at him. “Now…shall I show you Trixie’s greatest trick?”

Brisk nodded, admittedly excited for more. Smiling, Trixie flipped her mane back over her shoulder and turned her back to him again. Only this time, her tail lifted up high to reveal her most private of depths. “Trixie would normally use her front for this…but knowing your unique tastes, she has a more delightful idea in mind.” A blue glow surrounded his length and Brisk flushed red as his tip was aimed at the puckered star that was Trixie’s asshole.

“A-are you sure? I know that…i-it might hurt if you’re not careful.” Brisk asked.

“Trixie appreciates your concern, but rest assured, Trixie can handle this.” The showmare promised as she ground her butt against him again, the aid of the lubricating lotion allowing him to rub smoothly against her fur. Inhaling softly, Trixie lifted herself up and aligned his tip at her rear entrance. Feeling Brisk’s hands on her rear to aid her, she smiled and began to lower herself, his stiffness pressing against her anus and finding resistance as they met. Only a few moments later did he manage to enter, drawing a gasp from them both.

Brisk’s mind was blasted with pleasure as he was lavished in the tightness of Trixie’s ass. His hands gripped her tightly, squeezing her cheeks enough that the plush thickness overflowed his fingers, yet he could only feel her as bit by bit, he sank further into her depths. Trixie certainly was feeling it as well, letting out a small high-pitched gasp as his medial ring stretched her further. It took several tries to get it in, but once she’d adapted enough to allow him entry, it allowed her smooth movement to take the rest of him.

“T…Ta-da! I-It is gone!” She declared for the stallion, internally trembling at the hot rod of pleasure penetrating her depths. It would be a lie to deny how much she enjoyed this part of her act. Having done so enough with toys for practice or to show off for a client, it had become a fetish of hers to be plundered via her rear entrance. With the way Brisk was filling her, she would need a hot bath by the time their session was done.

Rising up, she slowly extracted herself off of him, panting when she paused with only the tip inside before slamming herself back down again. The shock of pleasure that coursed through her was echoed by Brisk Shine’s moan as her tunnel hugged every wet, lubed inch of him she could cling to. Lifting again, it started a slow and steady rhythm of her riding his cock deep into her ass, her rear causing a light smack to sound as she bounced on his lap. Getting into it, she began letting out a series of moans and whimpers as she basked in the pleasure.

“It’s so good…you’re amazing, Trixie!” Brisk declared. His hands, clenched at the bed sheets, reached up and grabbed for her rear, squishing the cheeks together and kneading them as she rode harder.

“Trixie…is…glad – oh~! – that you…approve!” the showmare declared as she bounced, her breasts making a rhythmic slap against her chest as they heaved with her breaths. The professionalism she usually maintained had been loosened much like her currently filled rear end, Trixie’s hands coming up to grope for her mounds and squeezing them as she relished each stroke.

Brisk’s mind was reeling as he did his best to keep himself from finishing early again. Even though he’d released earlier, he was still an inexperienced stallion. Doing everything from deep breaths to mental images, he stemmed his climax from coming too quickly. Yet his kind nature reminded him that to finish without letting his partner finish would be far too cruel. “T-Trixie? Can we…urg…c-change position?”

“T-Trixie can. D-does this displease you?” She asked as her rear slapped into his waist, her butt jiggling in a pleasant motion that danced before Brisk’s eyes.

“N-not at all. Just…wanting to…not leave you out.” He explained. Trixie smiled and shifted back, leaning back against him, with Brisk winding up with a face full of her scented mane as her hand steadied her on his side. “T-Trixie?!” He called out. The change in position had made her body grip him much more tightly, due to her stretching herself over him.

“P-please go as you wish to! Trixie is close!” She told him. Out of his sight, her other free hand was busy fiddling with her open marehood, fingers diving into her depths rapidly as she closed her eyes. “Oh, Trixie is so close!”

Nodding to himself, Brisk began to buck his hips up to match her bouncing rhythm, letting his balls slap lightly against her skin as they became lost in their pleasures. It was Brisk who hit his climax first, pounding away at her plot with fervor before he came. With a strangled grunt, he buried his muzzle into her mane as his body spasmed, hilted into her ass with his seed splashing against her tunnel walls. Feeling the hot seed coursing into her very depths pushed Trixie over the edge likewise, and she climaxed with a cry. Spurts of her femcum squirted from her depths out onto her thighs and the bed, her legs shaking as stars danced before her eyes.

When the pair of them came down from their collected highs, Brisk was the first to move, keeping an arm around her so he could better balance her. Trixie gladly allowed it, more or less leaning against him as she lied there atop him, his length still wedged inside her.

“This was…the best time ever.” Brisk declared, smiling as he watched Trixie turn to face him, panting likewise.

“Never worry, dear Brisk.” She said softly, giving him a light kiss on his nose. “Was there ever any doubt?”