Breaking the latch on Trixie's magic snatch
Chapter 1: The one and only
It's a warm summer night, the sky clear enough to see stars shining brightly from the center of your small town. The air is a little humid, making you sweat lightly as you stand in the slowly growing crowd. The small ponies around you murmur excitedly, whispering of the magician who wandered into town that afternoon. “The Great and Powerful Trixie,” she had called herself as she stood on her fold out stage, eyes looking over the crowd incredulously. Nobody had heard of her before, nor had your little town ever had someone just appear and take command of everyone's attention like she had.
“Tonight,” she had proclaimed, “you will all bear witness to the marvels only MY magic can bring! One and all will watch in awe, as I, the Great and Powerful Trixie, show you what REAL magic can do!”
Her voice carried far, even through to the cafe a full two blocks away that you'd been eating at. Intrigued, you had wandered forth to hear her out. When your gaze first fell on her, you laughed. Some blue pony with silver mane and tail, wearing a purple cape and wizard hat, complete with stars, was wandering on a fold out stage and shouting how she was the greatest thing to ever come to the town. You were, and still are, inclined to believe otherwise. Being the only human in the entire land of Equestria, to your knowledge, you think the title of “Most interesting” belongs to you. Not some loudmouth unicorn far too into herself.
Regardless, you decided to come back to the town center tonight to watch her little performance. If nothing else, it's a free show.
All at once the stage lights up, small fireworks spinning and spraying fountains of sparks as Trixie suddenly appears on stage. Everyone in the crowd jumps in surprise as Trixie's voice booms once again.
“Welcome to the greatest display of magic to ever grace your town!”
You roll your eyes as she continues, shouting about how great she is and how nobody can surpass her. Though you don't know this pony particularly well, the way she boasts about herself while demeaning everyone around her causes your jaw to clench. “Surely she'll do something worth watching soon,” you think to yourself. But the monologue continues, and you're all but ready to leave before she finally challenges the audience to do something she can't.
Your irritation gets the better of you as you cup a hand to your mouth and shout, “Yeah, I can shut up for more than five seconds!”
The crowd laughs as Trixie narrows her eyes in your direction. She doesn't have to look too hard, you stand head and shoulders over the multicolored ponies that surround you. “Who, or what, dares to insult Trixie?”
You raise your hand like a student in a classroom, the crowd quieting down and spacing out away from you as you and Trixie stare one another down. “Approach the stage!” she commands, pointing a hoof at you with a scowl on her face. You oblige, walking forward calmly and putting your hand back at your side. You're a little nervous as you approach. She has magic, and at best you have your brain and thumbs. Nevertheless you advance, determined to do something about this loud mouth.
You're standing at the side of the small stage, your head on level with Trixie's as she speaks, “And what talent do you have, besides being obnoxious?” You can't help but laugh in her face at the irony of her words, causing her features to narrow further as she growls another challenge at you, tossing her hat aside with her magic in thinly veiled frustration.
Despite your growing anger at her, you find yourself curiously attracted to her. You couldn't tell from across the crowd how her mane flows across her ear, and how it's really a very light blue with silver streaks running through it. She bites her lip for a moment and you finally admit to yourself that she's attractive. Very attractive.
“Trixie grows impatient with you, cretin. What talent do you possess that I, Trixie, will show you up in?”
You shake your head as you snap out of your admiring. Why even admire her? Her attitude is so abrasive you feel you need to wash yourself after standing so close to her. And yet, you can't get the thought of making her bite her lip more sensually out of your mind.
With a flash, you get an idea.
“My talent is not one meant for public displays, oh Great and Powerful Trixie,” you say mockingly, “It is a talent that requires a second person or pony, behind closed doors, where we may make as much noise as we please.” You throw in a wink for extra measure, to ensure she understands.
For all her brazen attitude, her shameless self praise, she still takes a step back and her cheeks tint red as her mouth falls agape. To your credit, you manage to keep a straight face as she shuffles about, mumbling to herself while the crowd whispers amongst itself. You made sure to tell Trixie your “talent” quietly so only she could hear. As she begins to recover you think she'll just tell you off, maybe call you a sicko before continuing her self esteem session that she calls a show.
“The show shall be postponed until tomorrow night!”
It's your turn to have your mouth left hanging open as you hear Trixie announce to the groaning crowd that the show is postponed until the next day. You look at her as she motions you towards the back of the car her stage folds out of, before using her magic to make a poof of smoke, covering her retreat off the stage. The crowd is filled with murmuring and the occasional groan of being denied it's entertainment as it disperses, the ponies casting glances at the cart and at you as they walk back to their homes or to do other things.
You wonder if this is really happening, or if Trixie cast some sort of hallucination spell on you as you walk to the back of the cart. Trixie is at the door, holding it open as she motions you inside with a hoof, her expression stern.
The cart is surprisingly spacious inside, even for you. You can see where the walls fold out to display the horns and stream shooters, how the firework wheel folds inside near the roof. It's efficient, leaving a large center space in the cart that holds a chest on one end, while the other end has a small table and cushioned seat. Nothing too fancy for one so “Great and Powerful,” but still nice. You briefly wonder if this self absorbed pony drags the cart around herself before she interrupts your thoughts with a sharp jab to your chest with her hoof.
“Nopony has ever had the....gall to walk up to me and say something so, so ridiculous!”
“Well if you haven't noticed, I'm no pony,” you say as you bat her hoof away with a hand. Trixie lets out a little gasp as you do so, as though she couldn't have imagined anyone to treat her in such a manner. You take a look behind you and decide to take a sit on her cushioned chair as you raise an eyebrow at her. “So, what did you call me back here for, oh Great and Powerful one?”
She growls once again, gritting her teeth before straightening herself and removing her cape in a single, smooth motion. “I'm going to do what I always do,” she answers, before looking you in the eye with a smirk, “I'm going to beat you at your own game.”
“And how do you propose we do that?” You ask, masking the shock in your voice very carefully. No way, there's no way she's serious.
“Simple: Whoever makes the other satisfied first is the more naturally talented,” she states so matter-of-factually, “And I can assure you, it will be me. Prepare yourself for the best night of your pathetic existence as I make you come with no effort at all!”
With that she trots the short distance to you, using her magic to undo your pants and grabs hold of your legs with her front hooves. The way she just takes charge has got you at half mast already, your quickly hardening cock slipping out of your pants as Trixie positions herself.
“Is that all? How disappointing,” she says while arching an eyebrow upon observing your dick. She leans forward and breathes hotly onto it, making you involuntarily twitch as your erection completes. “Much better,” she says before running her tongue across your tip in a small circle, sending a jolt through your body. She continues with her light licking for a minute, before taking the top third of your member into her mouth, her tongue still dancing across its surface. She's aggressive, sucking noisily and licking mercilessly at your sensitive spots, looking at you for reactions. This is a contest and she's in it to win, not make you happy. Once she feels she has a proper idea of where to hit you, she pushes herself down farther, getting another full third into her mouth before you feel the tip hit the back of her throat. To her credit, she doesn't cough or gag, she just keeps sucking, her tongue never stopping. You breathe heavily, she's good. Very good. A rustle interrupts your thoughts as a magazine floats over to Trixie, being guided by her magic, as she holds it up adjacent to your cock and flips a page.
She's reading a magazine while sucking your dick, just setting her actions on automatic as she slurps and bobs her head up and down, her tongue lazily moving in circles around your dick as she turns another page.
You will not be beaten like this.
You knock the magazine aside, Trixie letting out a noise that causes vibrations throughout your cock, bringing you perilously close to orgasm as you grab her around the middle and pull her off of you. There's a slight sucking noise as her lips part from your dick and you toss her onto the table, lowering your head between her legs. Her demands to know what you're doing are interrupted by an exclamation of surprise as you flick your tongue across her clit. You continue, your tongue running over her moistening folds as you use a hand to tweak her erect nipples. She bites her lower lip, muffling her moans of pleasure as her hooves grip the table edges around her while you work.
“Y-you, uhn, aren't very g-good at t-this, ah!” She squeaks, voicing opinions quite opposite to her body's reactions. This only fuels your desire to win, and you force your tongue inside her suddenly, making her cry out. You run a finger around an erect nipple while you work her insides with your tongue, teasing her clit every now and then to make her squirm against her will. She's panting heavily and you know the end is near, when you suddenly feel light and are tossed back onto the cushioned seat behind you, landing with a small thump as Trixie forces herself to her feet.
She nearly leaps upon you, holding herself upright above your throbbing member. The two of you are sweating profusely, the small cart getting warmer with each second your little competition continues as she gives you a devilish grin and lowers herself onto you. At the last second you thrust upward to meet her, making her cry out again as you invade her depths. Her insides are amazingly hot as she begins to grind on you, doing her best to stifle her moans as she holds onto your shoulders with her front hooves. You place your hands on her flank, grabbing her blue cheeks and kneading them in your grip while you thrust into her energetically. You find yourself moaning alongside her as you go ever faster, the wet noise of your thrusts echoing in the small room.
“You won't, ah! W-won't win! The Great and P-Powerful-” You silence her demeaning speech by kissing her, shoving your tongue into her mouth and caressing her tongue with yours in an aggressive, sloppy kiss that reduces her complaining to muffled whines.
You break the kiss as you suddenly stand, Trixie still attached, grabbing her around the middle as you drop her onto the table and continue to fuck her, using your new position to pull out farther and slam into her harder. The table creaks and shakes, threatening to buckle under the weight of your carnal onslaught. Trixie isn't speaking anymore, reduced to moaning and shaking, her pride the only thing stopping her from crying for more.
You feel yourself peaking, but you have to make sure she goes off first. Quick as a whistle you move your hand from her flank to her puckered ass, slipping a finger inside and thrusting with it, making her scream a higher pitched scream of pleasure as you work in a second finger. It's too much for her and she screams as she orgasms, her insides quivering and tightening, pushing you over the edge. You manage one final thrust into her as you cry out, unloading hot stream after stream into her until you think you'll run dry. She clutches your member the whole time, her snatch only letting up its grip after the two of you lay on the table exhausted for who knows how long. Finally, you feel you can remove yourself from her and do so slowly. Your head comes out of her with a small “pop,” before a thin trail of mixed fluids runs out of the opening, running down her and across her other hole as she lays near limp on the table, breathing heavily. You stand over her, your crotch coated in her juices before triumphantly whispering, “I win.”
For a few moments, she's silent, and you wonder if she's fallen asleep. Then, she leans her head forward, staring at you across her panting, sweaty body, “R-rematch.”
