Equestria Girls Gone Wild!

A mostly male audience sits in a chilly, dimly lit auditorium, awaiting the start of the evening's entertainment. The hardwood stage above is lit by a row of soft white lights set into the front of the stage and two narrow blue spotlights up in the rafters. Dark purple curtains hang behind the stage; matching curtains are held open at the front. Presently, the stage is empty.

The lights in the audience section dim, and the two spotlights on stage cut out, replaced by a single, bright lavender spotlight shining on center stage. From offstage, a drumroll begins.

"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to be amazed!" a female voice echoes out into the audience.

A flash of blue fire and colorful sparks erupts in the center of the stage. A cloud of glittery blue smoke rapidly expands upward and outward from the flashpoint. After several seconds, the smoke clears to reveal a young woman with light blue skin and long, wavy platinum hair. She's wearing a backless navy blue corset teddy that emphasizes her modest but alluring bust, with matching high-heeled shoes, as well as a tuxedo collar with a black bowtie, buttoned white sleeve cuffs, and a navy blue top hat with a powder blue band.

Offering the audience a dazzling smile, she sweeps the hat from her head and holds it aloft; several doves explode from the hat, flying up into the rafters.

"Witness the show-stopping, awe-inspiring magic of THE GRRRREAT! AND POWERFUL! TRRRRRRRIXIE!!"

Showers of sparks explode from the edges of the stage as spotlights in various colors swim around and a musical fanfare plays. The audience applauds politely.

"Please give a round of applause for Trixie's assistant—" Trixie pulls a large blue satin sheet out of her hat and tosses it into the air. She then reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a slim black magic wand. As the sheet falls, one well-manicured blue hand reaches out and snatches it, then whips it around her body in a flash of fabric. The hand holding the wand curves up and waves.

The sheet falls away, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered, well-muscled man with deep bronze skin, smoldering grey eyes, and long, windswept black hair. He's dressed in a loose pair of black silk pants, suede boots, and an open white poet shirt which bares his oiled chest. Trixie steps out from behind him and waves her hand at him in a grand, sweeping gesture. "—the handsome and incomparable Iznabadda!" Trixie lays a hand on Iznabadda's muscular chest and leans up, giving him a light kiss on the lips. "And now, thrill and DELIGHT as Trixie begins with a dazzling illusion!" She turns to Iznabadda. "Iznabadda...the box, if you please."

Iznabadda walks stage left, returning a moment later with a tall blue box on wheels, decorated in sparkly stars and moons.

"Watch and be amazed as the GREAT and POWERFUL TRRRRRIXIE! makes her stunning assistant...DISAPPEAR!" Trixie throws her arms wide and high, sending a shower of playing cards into the air, which rain down on the stage. "Iznabadda, into the box, if you please."

Iznabadda opens the front panel of the box and steps aside, gesturing with his arm to show the audience that the box is empty. He then steps into it, ducking slightly. Trixie closes the box, spins it around three times, then covers it with the satin sheet. "And now, Trixie will say the magic words:"

Trixie clears her throat, takes a deep breath, and kicks the box with her right foot.

"YOU'D BETTER NOT BE IN THIS THING WHEN I OPEN IT OR YOU'RE FIRED!"

The audience laughs.

Trixie bows, taps the top of the box with her wand, then strips the sheet away. "And...VOILA!" she cries as she opens the box with a flourish, stepping aside.

The audience erupts in snickers and cat-calls.

Iznabadda has...mostly disappeared. Except for a large, disembodied, rock-hard cock that's hanging disconcertingly in mid-air at around waist level.

Trixie blinks comically, peers into the box, and facepalms. "Oh dear," she says. "It would appear Trixie's magic box just isn't powerful enough to make all of Iznabadda disappear." She turns to the crowd and grins. "But never fear! Trixie has other ways of making things disappear."

Trixie taps the top of the box with her wand. The top drops open and the sides fold down; she steps out of the way as the entire box falls flat against the stage. A bright white spotlight trains itself on the open box and the floating dick. Trixie smiles winningly at the audience, then kneels down in the center of the box and wraps one hand around Iznabadda's disembodied cock. The audience cheers wildly as she lolls out her tongue and swirls it around the twitching tip, then slowly, deliberately takes the length of her assistant's "magic wand" into her mouth. For several minutes, Trixie sucks, licks, and strokes the floating cock, moaning and grunting as she works. The audience cheers her on, making lewd suggestions about removing her clothes. More than one patron asks if she's taking volunteers.

Iznabadda finally comes; strands of jizz cling to Trixie's hair and face, with some splashing on her chest just above her breasts. Trixie rocks back on her heels, panting.

The invisible dick still hangs there, limp and wet.

Trixie stands up, rubbing her chin with her hand. "Hmm," she says. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, it would appear my assistant simply refuses to cooperate tonight. I suppose if Trixie wishes to complete her illusion, she will have to resort to her most powerful and mysterious magic!"

The box reassembles itself, then tips slowly over onto the side. Trixie picks up her wand and taps the box twice, and it unfolds into a table with the flapping dick hanging in midair above it.

Another drumroll sounds from offstage as Trixie stands in front of the table. "And now," she says grandly, "you will witness the full, unbridled, show-stopping talent of TRRRRIXIE!"

With a flourish, she pushes down the top of her corset, allowing her breasts to bounce free. She then unhooks the hidden closure in the crotch, spreading it open and folding it back to bare her sex. The audience hoots and claps wildly. Trixie takes a bow, then levers herself up onto the table and straddles the invisible Iznabadda, seizing his cock with one hand and stroking it. Slowly, it rises to attention. With a smile, Trixie slides forward, rubbing her slit against the stiffening mast. Once it has returned to its full, rock-hard glory, she steadies herself and takes it inside her, arching her back as she thrusts her hips forward and down.

The table slowly rotates as Trixie fucks her invisible assistant, moaning as she kneads her breasts. Over and over again, she bears down on him, groaning and moaning low. With the table rotating, the audience gets to see Trixie's spectacularly trim, toned, sexy body from every angle as she bucks, thrusts, and grinds, faster and faster, harder and harder. Her moans become loud, harsh cries of rapture.

"YES! YES! TRIXIE IS COMING! AAAAAH!!"

A dozen doves explode out of Trixie's pussy as angelic harp music fills the auditorium. She sags forward against empty air, then slowly dismounts the table, standing beside it with her own love juices coating her thighs and sex.

Except for a sheen of slick moisture, Iznabadda's dick has finally vanished.

"VOILA!" Trixie exclaims, throwing her hands high and wide, causing her breasts to bounce fetchingly. The audience claps and cheers. "Thank you, thank you! You have been a spectacular audience!" Trixie takes a deep bow, her eyes and broad smile never leaving her fans. "The Great and Powerful Trixie bids you adieu!" With that, Trixie places her hat atop her head and taps it with her wand. A great puff of glittery smoke erupts; when it clears, Trixie is gone, leaving nothing but her costume hanging in midair. After several seconds, the empty garments fall to the stage. The lights go out, and the curtain falls.