Trixie gave a weak groan, trying to focus her eyes as the world swam into view. A brightly lit room with a big crimson door on her right. It looked heavy and dreadfully so. No, there was no way she was getting through that without a key. She tried to sit up, only to find her hooves were securely fastened on the far side of the table above her, leaving her fore legs strapped well overhead and trapped in steel, cold cuffs. Her hind legs too, we strapped down underneath her, leaving her laying horizontally across the cold silvery table she'd awoke on. Atop her horn? Something uncomfortable and tight. An inhibitor. She'd always heard of them, but never thought she'd actually get to experience one first hoof. A frown twisted across her muzzle and she closed her eyes.
Normally a spell was cast through the use of the horn. Latent magic in the air was drawn in- like breathing in a heavy breath- and then held. Once you had what you needed for the spell, you put the glyphs together. Runes studied and memorized. Of the fifty five alphabets of runes there were, Trixie had memorized seven- which was far more than most unicorns for accomplish. In her head she could see the runes for Light. Then 'Tiny" then 'Float" A ball of witch light. A simple spell, one the most mundane of unicorns could learn to cast. Hardly fitting for the great and powerful Trixie, but in the situation, she simply wanted to test the constraints of her spell use. She focused her minds eye on the spell, the words phonetic and pronounced by novice users clipped past her thoughts. Solmicroareo!
Nothing happened. The magic Trixie had drawn into her horn didn't leave in the form of a spell. It simply started to dissipate. The unicorn frowned. A tiny device, but the fabric was covered in runes to prevent spells. And the locking mechanism kept her from prying it off without a key. Genius in it's own simplicity. She sighed.
"Well...this is a fine way to start a vacation..." She groaned, trying to piece things she could remember. She didn't have time. A sharp whirl of mechanical gears forced her ears to perk and her eyes to widen. The table was being lifted- hoisted up with the pressured hiss of a mechanical piston and raised until Trixie was trapped vertically against the table. Now, in front of her she could see a large, black tinted window, and the curious motions of figures just behind it. Like some strange sort of audience, with all eyes glued on her. She gave her limbs a futile struggle to free herself again, and snarled, swishing her tail in irritation.
"What do yo-"Her voice cut off by an explosive sound of a loud speaker over her.
"MARES and GENTLECOLTS...Welcome to tonight's main event. Please take your seats and finalize your bets. We shall be starting momentarily!" Then it was gone. The room was silent again, other than the low murmuring of voices behind the glass. Trixie narrowed her eyes, straining her ears to try and hear what they were saying. The table jerked again, raising her up a little bit higher, drawing a shiver from the trapped little pony.
Another mechanical hiss and whirl, and Trixie whimpered. The table started to pry itself apart, pulling slowly and segmenting away. The bottom portion, where her legs were cuffed began to split apart- one leg being forced to the right, the other being forced to the left. they continued this until they were wide apart, and Trixie felt herself pulling being displayed. She bit at her lower lip, feeling a new sensation of worry beginning to creep in, and panic starting to take place. Modesty was a myth now, and try as she might, she couldn't free herself from the table's diabolical clutched. Her sex was totally exposed- lewdly thrust forward ever so slightly for everyone in the room to see. To stare at. To watch.
Hopelessly, Trixie started to blush, the idea of so many eyes staring at her pudgy little mare sex was making her squirm. Another hiss of steam caught her ears, and the sound of something raising up from the floor caught made her gasp. She could see it- clearly. A fat, silvery looking dildo, polished to a perfect gleam and pointed right at her vulnerable little cunny. It was covered in large bumps and vertical ridges that forced a shiver through Trixie's spine. She bit her lip, and the image of Twilight popped into her head. How would her adorkable marefriend get out of this. Twilight was smart, she'd figure something out. She'd just- The dildo twitched.
"W, wait a minute! " She called out- the the metallic monster didn't care. It roamed forward with a pressurized hiss, and nuzzled itself against the lips of her cobalt little pussy, pressing in ever so gently. Gods, it was cold! Trixie squirmed against the table, feeling another shiver ripple through her, and the machine sparked to life. The dildo lurched forward, gently taking it's time entering her tunnel, and stopping only when Trixie was nice and full. From there, it started it's recline, pulling out with a few strands of Trixie's juices clinging to it.
The loud speaker crackled to life. "ONE"
The booming number was a mystery solved with the second, when the machine thrust in again, taking it's time and pressing into Trixie's twitching sex.
"TWO" She could see others in the room behind the tinted glass. Talking with others, sharing drinks, all watching intensely. Trixie couldn't help but to blush. It might have been different, if she were in some form of distress-, the machine violently taking her without any regard for her enjoyment, but that wasn't the case. It was methodically slow, tugging itself out, and pressing itself back in with a gentle, almost loving caress. Trixie gasped out loud, giving a whimper as more and more of her juices could be seen clinging to the mechanical menace as its strokes took her.
"THREE!" She wriggled, biting at her lower lip. No...no no no this does not feel good, this does not feel good, this does not feel good... The machine was taking her faster now. Finding her pace, pushing to match it. The metal was no longer cold, the shiny service reflecting her dewy little lips with every stroke it made.
"FOUR...FIVE ...SIX..."
The tinted room was a buzz of excitement now, the machine falling into it's pace, taking Trixie with long, slow relaxing strokes. Like a lover over seas, finally coming home. She arched her back and sobbed out a moan of enjoyment. Damn it this thing knew what it was doing. The bumps and ridges lovingly caressed her inner tunnels, and drew forth more little girlish squeaks of pleasure.
"MMmmh...T, this isn't fair..."Trixie whimpered, blushing furiously as the machine openly masturbated her- taking her in front of an audience watching it's every movement. Her every movement. Watching her squirm and be penetrated and taken and loving it. She tried to turn her hips away from the window, but she was held tight, and they got to see every naughty little droplet of her juices starting to trickle down her inner thighs, turning her fur a darker shade of blue. As if to frame her own arousal. Oh, she was a horny mare, she really was and this was turning out to be all to much for her.
The loud speakers numbers melted away as the machine drew in and out, in and out, caressing her body with those wickedly sinful strokes, until Trixie couldn't help herself. She was squeaking with every thrust now, gasping out loudly until, one last thrust pushed her over the edge. With an embarrassed squeal, Trixie came, right in front of her audience.
"Ooooo, she's a gusher folks, just look at that!" The voice boomed over the loud speaker. Indeed, Trixie had squirted, splashing her juices all over the tinted window, while the machine kept it's slow and steady pace, driving her to more hot squeaks of pleasure. Her hips bucked forward, helpless to the sensations that wickedly flood through her, turning her vision to bright white stars and driving her limbs to tingling levels of numbness. The mechanical dildo slick and soaked with her fluids, Slowly came to a stop, pulling out of her soaked little pussy and disappearing back into the floor, leaving Trixie panting and openly displayed to the room in front of her. She could see hooves being shaken figures moving about behind the room, laughter and cursing.
"THE FINAL COUNT WAS TWENTY SIX! Twenty six thrusts until this little cutie creamed for us! Congratulations to all our lucky winners. Remember, if you won our raffle, you get to take home your very own 'special cocktail' Better drink it while it's warm! To everyone else, thanks for stopping bye, we'll see you next time!"
Trixie blushed horribly, and tried to close her legs, but the table kept her pointed at the tinted window. Everyone could see how hard she'd cum from that terrible machine, her juices still gently trickling down the pane of glass. It felt like a spotlight was now on her, hi-lighting her over sensitive sex, and leaving her on display, like some exhibit in a museum. She didn't have to wait long. Soon the last of the guests in the tinted room trickled out, and the lights shut off, leaving her in darkness. The table moved back to it's horizontal position, and Trixie heard the sound of a soft hiss filling the room.
"Oh, buck, snakes?! I hate snakes!" She whimpered before her eyes drooped once, twice, and she fell asleep.
On the other side of the tinted window, a hoof lifted a quill, and gently struck through another name.
~~Trixie~~
Author's Note
Thats right, tune in next time to who our lucky victim is on HIGH STAKES HEAVEN
