Turning Trix

After a fireworks display gone awry, Trixie had been given a stark choice: pay society back with a hefty fine, or work it off with a few days of community service. She had chosen the latter. Once she found out that the 'service' involved pleasuring interdimensional visitors known as 'humans' like a common whore, she'd reconsidered. By then, of course, it was too late.

She shifted her weight. Everything ached. Her bonds seemed innocuous enough: merely a metal ring mounted on a pole at neck height, which her head fit through, locking her in place. But she'd been here for two hours now, waiting in the chilly cell, barely able to move a hoof's length either side. Her silver mane was fixed in a braid, her coat had been impeccably groomed, her makeup was perfect, and her wizard's hat rested atop her head. Her 'hosts' had requested it specifically.

The rules had been explained to her. Humans would come in, take their pleasure, and leave. Obedience was not essential - some even preferred resistance - but if she annoyed the clientele, she would find herself placed in more restrictive conditions. Any attempt to harm the humans would void her arrangement, and her original prison sentence would be tripled.

She couldn't tell if the fear or boredom was the stronger feeling at any given moment.

She gasped as the door creaked open. Two humans, naked and unmistakably male, stepped in and shut the door behind them. They both towered over her, the tip of her head barely reaching their hip level. Their bodies were muscular, coated only in a thin layer of dark hair, and their faces were alien and unreadable. They walked up to her, muttering softly as they stroked her cheek and ran fingers through her mane. She shivered.

The human to the left, pale-skinned and fair-haired, was achingly erect. His cock was as thick as Trixie's foreleg, barely shorter than an earth pony's member, and so hard that it jutted directly upwards, the head an inch from his belly-button. It lacked the wide flare of a pony's member, instead it had an acorn-shaped tip, red like a dog's cock, seemingly stuck on the end of a stiff, veiny shaft. A bead of clear liquid oozed from the top.

The other human was a shade darker, his hair black and wiry, and his skin seemed looser on his muscles. This one was the elder, she guessed. His cock was of similar proportions to his friend's, but it drooped down, half-erect, and seemed to be missing a tip entirely. On closer inspection, the tip was covered by a loose, wrinkly foreskin that flowered just off the end, its opening glistening with precum.

Trixie's heart pounded in her chest. She was hyperventilating. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to take a slow, calming breath. Then she coughed, wrinkling her nose.

The humans, to put it mildly, reeked. Both hung heavy with the stink of body odor, sharp and meaty, the cutting smell that comes from sweating just enough to build up a funk but not enough to wash it away, without washing for at least two days. A medley of other unpleasant scents joined that one: unwashed, cheesy feet, beer breath, the fishy smell of dried cum and piss, old garlic and loose tobacco. There was something else too, sour and sickly-sweet, almost like fermented fruit. It seemed strongest coming from the older human.

She cleared her mind, steeled herself, and summoned up every ounce of her bravado. "T-Trixie is at your service," she said. "She will endeavour to pleasure you however you desire!"

The older one stroked her cheek and bared his teeth. "Oh, we know." He giggled. "You ever suck a dick before, pony?"

She blinked at the crass words, and swallowed. "I only -- Yes, Trixie has. Once."

"Did you like it? Don't worry, you don't have to lie."

She saw the younger human walk around behind her, just out of sight. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face. "...Trixie prefers to receive, if she is being honest."

He giggled again. "You'll be giving today, I'm afraid. The better you do, the faster we'll finish."

Trixie gritted her teeth. "I am a quick study."

The human said nothing, but plucked the hat from her head, and passed it to his companion.

"Hey!" Trixie glared at him. "What are you doing with Trixie's hat?!"

"We're practicing magic tricks," came the voice from behind her. "The hat is for later. For now, we're gonna do a trick called 'Make Both Snakes Disappear.'"

Grumbling, Trixie lifted her tail. She could feel a tiny hint of moisture in her sex. It would have to suffice. She heard the sound of the younger human coating his cock in lubricant. He placed his hands on her rump, and she prepared to be filled.

"Gyah!" She cried out in pain and anger as his bulbous cock head pressed two inches too high. "Wrong hole!"

She yelped as the human slapped her cutie mark, and pushed forward until his whole tip had spread her asshole wide.

"Feels right to me, slut," he grunted. Trixie felt tears run down her cheek as the human worked his cock, moving his hips in short, slow thrusts to push his dick further into her bowels.

A hand gripped her mane, and she was reminded of the presence of the human in front of her. "Time for some kissy-face."

The older human's cock was hard now, the foreskin-covered tip an inch from her lips. As he peeled the skin back, Trixie realized where the unpleasant sour-sweet smell was coming from. The tip of the cock was slick and shiny with a mixture of old cum, sweat, and precum. Between the edge of the glans and the ridge of his pulled-back foreskin lay a trench of something white, waxy and mealy. It stunk of spoiled fish and vinegar. Smegma.

"You... want Trixie," she murmured, her stomach turning in disgust, wincing as a cock pushed even deeper into her ass, "to s-suck that thing?"

The human bared its teeth, and Trixie realised it was grinning. "No," he said. "I'd like you to lick..."

Trixie hesitated for a moment, and was rewarded with a cocktip pushing against her nostrils and closed lips. The sour, sickly stench blocked out all other sensations, leaving her stuck between one knob being waved in her face, and another reaming out her asshole. Cold anger curdled with the pool of disgust in her stomach. Her degradation and humiliation were intentional, the man in front of her could make her task a dozen times easier and less foul by merely wiping his the scum from his cock with a hand, but they were intent on seeing her debased.

She unclenched her teeth -- no easy task with the human behind her battering her backside -- stuck out her tongue, and licked.

It felt oily.

Fortunately, the taste wasn't nearly as strong as the smell, and as the slick, slightly mealy coating mixed with her saliva, she steeled herself for another lick. The insistent ramming from behind sent waves of pain through her body, concentrated in her stretched-out asshole and a ringing, throbbing headache. Every noise, light and sensation felt unpleasant now, and the slapping noise of the human's balls against her pussy hurt like firecrackers next to her head.

The older human growled with pleasure as she lapped at his filthy knob. His stink filled her mouth, throat and nose, and she could no longer tell where her saliva began and the slime ended. She grunted as he pushed her head back with one hand and squeezed his cock with the other, the red tip going bright purple and every thick vein pulsing out, and a bead of precum oozed out from the tip.

The human grinned. "Say 'aahh...'"

Trixie stuck her tongue out obediently, and cringed as he wiped the salty precum onto the tip.

"Enough playing. Time for some throat love."

Before she could take his meaning, he pushed his cock forward and filled her mouth. Her eyes and cheeks bulged as the tip battered her tonsils. saliva spewing out from her lips, tears welling up in her eyes. Her struggles only served to egg him on, and after gripping her head with both hands he forced his way in. She gave a muffled moan as the cock slipped into her throat, stretching her jaw wide, inch after inch, until her nose was buried in his greasy, unwashed pubic hair and his balls squished into her chin.

Tears trickled down her cheeks as he held her head in place, luxuriating in the convulsions of her throat. This would be a long day indeed...