A Two Bit F*ck Hole!! (Base Chapter)

You trot somewhat uneasily into the bizarre carnival set up on the outskirts of town. You’re not exactly lacking in knowledge on circuses and carni fairs, especially considering that your home town is a large hub for travellers to stop and rest stop between long trips between major destinations like Canterlot, Fillydelphia and Manehatten, meaning that many groups liked to take advantage of the influx of tourists with lots of cash at the beginning of the holiday season, most notably the traveling circuses that just about stalked the tourists across Equestria.

In short you’ve seen your fair share of fairs and they’re all pretty wacky in one way or another.

What strikes you as truly weird at this one however is what a lot of your friends have been saying about it, namely the “Star flanked attraction”.

But of course whenever you try to press the matter they just give each other knowing looks and be infuriatingly vague about it even if it’s obviously inclined towards the perverse.

The most you managed to get out of them was to get to the fair first thing in the morning and go straight to the tent with the “weirdo dressed up in a wizard’s get up” sitting at a booth outside.

And so with that in mind and the very high possibility of a saucy dance or some such you move amongst the forest of tents before anypony else other than the carnival ponies are up and waltz on up to the unmistakable blue mare in a wizard’s hat and cape looking surprisingly smug for being up so early in the morning. She makes eye contact with you as you approach and her smirk stretches into a grin.

“Ah, would you happen to be Trixie’s lucky first customer?” She enquires in a haughty tone once you’re within range for her to use a civil volume of speaking. “And Trixie must assure you it’s best being first... Being anything after can be a little... Sticky.”

You raise an eyebrow at her tone and the possible implications of what she had just said.

“I might be.” You say cautiously. “But what is it exactly you’re selling?”

“A two bit ride of course.” Trixie stated placing a hoof on the flat surface of her stand. “Two bits you get one go four bits you get two goes and six bits you get four goes. Last one’s a pretty sweet deal huh?” She wiggles her eyebrows at you in a very suggestive manner.

You furrow your brow and frown, no less confused.

“I think I know what you’re selling but I’m still not quite sure.” You step right up to the booth and look at the perfectly plain surface before looking back up to meet the hat wearing unicorn’s gaze. “So how about you stop beating around the bush and just tell me.”

Trixie adjusts her star-spangled hat momentarily before giving you a lecherous grin that should never be possible on a young mare’s face.

“Better yet. How about Trixie shows you?”

You purse your lips and think for a moment about what exactly you’re getting yourself into then nod.

Trixie hops around the edge of her booth to the entrance of the large violet tent next to the plain wooden stall and parts the entrance flap ever so slightly with her magic and motions with her head for you to look inside.

You cautiously approach eyeing the somewhat creepy mare, deciding to disregard your personal safety for a moment and stick your head into the tent.

The light inside is dim, lit only by scented candles, filling the room with a very heady aroma, dark silk cloths drape the walls giving everything a very sensual and romantic appearance.

However the centrepiece of the room is anything but romantic even if a little sensual.

A simple set up of straps and clamps hold a lavender unicorn mare in place, standing with her hooves in some sort of stocks attached to the ground, her rear legs spread wide and her fore hooves almost awkwardly close together. A ring of metal covered in small glowing symbols are wrapped around her horn and attached to a modified harness and bit that are holding her mouth wide instead with a clamp of sorts whilst a pair of blinders cover her eyes. The harness then attaches to a saddle which has another clamp on it, this one holding her tail well out of the way of her flank, no doubt exposing her hidden treasures completely. Her cutie mark is mostly covered up by a crumpled piece of paper taped over it that appears to say “2 bit fuckhole” but a few points of what must be a star and a few small white stars poke out from around the square bit of paper.

It’s quite obvious what the “star flanked attraction” is now and you pull your head out of the tent and look at Trixie, the sudden cold feeling on your face making you realise how warm it is in the tent compared to the crisp morning air.

“So I take it that’s what you’re selling.” You say matter of factly.

“Well Trixie suppose renting is probably a more appropriate term for it.” The odd blue mare replies with a slight scowl. “That bitch owes Trixie bits and Trixie is making her work for them.” She trots back over to her booth and smiles at you. “Now. Are you interested in Trixie’s merchandise?”

You take one more moment to consider what to do then nod.

“Excellent.” She smiles wide, disturbingly happy to sell another mare’s body. “Now I must first tell you the terms of use.” She gives you a very sudden stern look. “You must not damage the merchandise under any circumstances. You will not hit it any harder than a light smack, you will not rough it up too much, in other words use the lube where necessary and do not choke the merchandise. You will not urinate or defecate in any way on the merchandise and you will not cause the merchandise to do the same, hygiene is very important!” Why would she even need to say that? “You may however verbally abuse the merchandise if you see fit.” She nodded sagely as she rattled off the rules. “A ride is one orgasm on your part.” You wince at her bluntness. “So pretty much the length of the ride is up to you.” Another wide smile splits her face. “However Trixie can sell a longevity elixir for ten bits which I guarantee will make you last three times as long as you would normally and will make you come three times harder than normal too. Trixie even sells six packs for you to take home.” She winks at you. “You’ll be bound to please any lover, Trixie promises it.”

You give Trixie a calculating look. She’s definitely a salesmare come the bottom line.

“I’ll think about the elixir... But I’ll take the ride.”

Trixie clops her forehooves together with glee.

“Excellent! How many rides will it be then?”