Titty Vixen in: "Spread Em!" By Lil Miss Jay
Titty City! A glorious two-district city that stands as a monument to all of Erotiquestria! From the middle streets of Cleave Edge with its hand-made Milky White Pools and the great towering gates of the city known as The Clasp; to the glorious heights of one of the city's dome-shaped districts, bustling with prosperous urban life abreast the western Brilliant Orb dome or the technologically advanced amusement-park-like Oppai Bubble dome to the east, there's something for everypony, Vixen or not, in Titty City.
What is a Vixen, you say? Well, that's easy enough to explain. A Vixen is a gifted individual of any gender or species, granted a special power that they can use for good or for evil as they see fit. Whether a Vixen has decided to be a Good Vixen, to defend Erotiquestria or at least the city they're in, or a Bad Vixen to attack Erotiquestrians for whatever reasons they may have, they're still categorized as a Vixen.
Speaking of Vixens, the most important Vixen you aught to be learning about is Titty Vixen!
You see, when a city gains its first Vixen, that Vixen is known as the Top Vixen, and is named after the city he or she is part of. Titty Vixen, as you could probably tell, is the Top Vixen of Titty City. See? Easy to understand.
Now then, let's get to the story, eh?
Nopony came here to listen to the ramblings of some zeeb.
CRASH! BAM! WHAM! BIFF! BOOM!
Explosions, fire, crowds of onlookers gasping in horror, their hands taking a brief moment away from their lover's crotch to stare at the carnage of steel and rubber. Smoke billowed from the scene, cars smashed together, flames growing higher and higher, the clouds of former explosions ascending to the sky. A horrified silence fell over the viewers, so quiet you could hear the nervous spurting of pre-nut erupting from an onlooker's anticipating dick squeezed in his special somepony's hand.
WHOOSH!
Suddenly! From the smoke! The familiar rad blue motorcycle of the crowd's favorite daredevil, Dot Ash (Rainbow Dash)! In slow motion, the cycle erupted from the carnage, the blue pegasus atop it holding both hands out to her sides and smiling, eyes shut, as if to say "You thought you'd seen the last of me!?" to her onlookers.
The crowd erupted in cheers and casual public displays of sexuality in excitement that their favorite stunt-driver was not only okay, but also doing a rad hands-free backflip at the same time, a swirl of fiery smoke following her cycle. What a fucking badass. A badass with a really good ass.
WHOOSH! WHAM! POMF! SCENE-CUT!
The outlandishly famous Dot Ash pushed open the doors to the stadium, walking out to meet her adoring fans, one hand to her motorcycle helmet's ear to encourage those cheers to get a little louder. She grinned beneath her helmet's visor, basking in the fame, her ego getting stroked harder than some of her onlooker's cocks. Public displays of masturbation are pretty commonplace in Titty City. In fact, they're encouraged. Especially when you're looking at your favorite pony!
She was an athletic type, her blue fur perfectly coating her chiseled arms, her round shoulders, her fucking rad clavicle that jutted from above her chest like the fuckin' queen of collarbones, her perfectly sculpted ass-kicking legs, and most importantly, her absolutely stellar 100% perfectly round heart-shaped ass.
This particular superstar made sure her ass was the center of attention, never wearing a thing to cover it, even while on her bike doing stunts for her adoring fans. Her cyclist outfit consisted of a rad looking pony-shaped helmet with aerodynamic speaker ears for playing her themesong, a form-fitting latex black top that conformed to her B-cups perfectly (nipples poking out and everything) with a zipper down the middle and rainbows on the shoulders, a pair of badass studded-knuckle leather gloves, an equally amazing pair of half-thigh latex boots with zippers and belts and rainbows up the sides spelling out the words "DOT ASH" vertically, and absolutely nothing covering her body from her belly button to the upper half of her hips.
That's right, she was bottomless, 100% so, and she had a good reason for it. She was equipped with the most perfectly round and tight ass in all of Titty City, with her rainbow tail perched atop it like a banner of awesomeness atop the best ass the city's ever seen. At the front, sure, she had a great pussy to back dat ass up, a little blue slit to make her athletic form complete, but she didn't want that to be the star.
No, the star of Dot Ash's show was her ass, more so than her own face.
Dot walked up onto a pedestal in front of her crowd, held up two hands to calm them down, waited for the silence, and then whipped in a circle and stomped a foot down, holding both hands out at her sides and gesturing for them to cheer by curling her fingers. Only then did the photos start, cameras flashing left and right, fans and reporters screaming in delight, fangirls turning around to yank their bottoms down and bend over to show "DO US DOT ASH" written across their butts, the works.
After a long day of having selfies taken with her ass, having fangirls kiss her ass, and having fanboys bust nuts on her ass while uploading selfies that say "I can die happy now" to their Titter profiles, Dot Ash disappeared into her usual limo and drove off into the sunset.
BUMP! SHUMP! SMUT! SCENE-CUT!
Meanwhile, in Cleave Edge amidst the central district of Titty City, the neon lights of Knockers Out gentlecolt's club lit up, and the bouncers started letting in patrons to fill seats.
Knockers Out was a rather well known club, renowned for its top-tier strippers and escorts hand chosen by the illustrious O-Face (Hoity Toity), who's sense for sexuality was bar to none! Whether a pony was there to meet girls, get some drinks, get a night in bed with a knockout babe, or just bust a nut or three to the dancers or waitresses or patrons or bartenders; there was something for every horny pony in Knockers Out.
But perhaps the number one reason it was so well known was its star dancer, who's name just so fittingly happened to be in the name of the club itself.
"Fillies and Gentlecolts!" Started O-Face, smiling wide as he walked out onto the poledancers' runway, "You've come from afar, you've come from up close, you've come time and time again for her before, and you're sure to come again for her tonight, you filthy animals! A-hawh!" He adjusted his glasses and flipped open a yellow hand-fan as the crowd cheered, spotlights and lasers cascading the center curtain of the poledancers' runway.
"Here she is! You know her! You loooove her! Evie Knockers, darling!" He bowed, he slid back into the side-stage, and the cheers of the perverse crowd filled the room.
The curtain at stage-center opened, and there she stood, a pink haired, yellow furred pegasus with her back to the crowd, her enormous knockers still visible beneath her arms. Her hips cocked, her hands on her waist, clad in a white miniskirt that conformed to her gorgeous round ass, a white twist-tie top with long sleeves, a big white bow on the back of her head, and a pair of thigh-high white boots with high heels to accentuate her lovely leg muscles.
In the back of the club, Rhyda Lott (Vinyl Scratch) put on Evie's favorite song, titled "Knockout Girl" by Rhyda's very own sister, Moana Lott (Octavia). Rhyda gave the yellow pegasus a thumbs up, and it was go time.
The music started, a loud 'Unh!' along with a bass thump, the pegasus holding out one hand to her side while looking in the same direction. Another 'Unh!' from the music, her other hand extending, her head turning the same way, her pink hair flowing behind her, her little wings twitching, her hips cocking in tune with the music and exuding a jiggle from her ass regions. 'Unh!' She turned her upper body, pointed to the crowd with one hand, her gorgeous blue eyes half-lidded. 'Unh!' She turned on her heel to face the crowd.
'One. Two. Three. Four.' The music sang in a pornstar voice, Evie Knockers (Fluttershy) walking down the runway to her pole in time with the counting, grabbing the pole at 'Four' and arching her gorgeous body to snake her way up the pole from tits to tummy, biting her blue painted lower lip. The music serenaded her sultry movements with a bumping, sexy, somewhat dubsteppy beat and the strings of a double-bass.
The crowd cheered, hollered, went nuts, busted nuts as Evie went to town working that pole, never once dropping her synchronization to the music. She turned, she snaked, she swayed, and soon enough, she gave them exactly what they all couldn't stop cumming for, because it was about time she put the 'strip' in 'striptease.'
She turned her back to the pole, running both sets of fingers down her enormous cleavage, grabbing the twist-tie of her top and tugging on it a slight bit, loosening her blouse, the blue areolas the crowd knew and loved peeking out over the top of the cloth. With a few circles of her hips, her hands ran up her sides and brought the zippers at the left and right of her skirt to the skirt's waist. With an arch of her back she moved both hands behind her head and cocked her hips left and right in tune with the music, 'Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!' the band of her panties visible beneath the skirt, the crowd howling and whistling and shouting for her to take it off already.
She wasn't one to tease for too long, and with one twirl and one tug, the skirt was off, held at her side between her thumb and index finger, leaving her lower body clad in a thigh-hugging thong, her hips squishing lovably in the tight cloth. The skirt was dropped, and before it even hit the stage, she was squatted down, hands on the stage, back arched, tail lifted, her heart-shaped ass in the air, her enormous melons squished between her elbows, and the crowd cheering louder than this run-on sentence is long.
Her knees hit the stage, her hands grabbed the pole behind her, her back arched, her chest heaved upwards, and with her eyes shut and her lower lip bit, she gave one 'bump' upwards with her chest to the music and that top popped right open. In slow motion, her huge tits bounced into full view, blue nipples barely hidden at all by heart shaped white pasties. The top fell to the ground, Evie held her hands behind her head, and as her pink hair was slightly lifted up, the crowd got to see the scar on her back, an X shape, right over the middle of her spine, a recent addition to her figure that drove the crowd absolutely wild.
WHAM! KAFOOF! SHORP! SCENE CUT!
Evie bent over extra low for her favorite customer, an oddly pink colored zebra who always tipped her twice while she was working as a waitress in her downtime after stripping, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she handed him his drink. "Hope you had fun, sweetie!" She said to him, before he slipped his second tip of the night into the cleavage of her skimpy waitress top, saying "There you go! Always got two tips for you, Evie!" in return.
"Your tips are always my favorite!" Evie said, running a hand down his cheek, the side without the blue lipstick on it, giving his goatee a little tug before heading off for the night.
"Bye, Evie!" He said, waving and smiling and poking his glasses up his nose.
"Bye, Jay!" She said, pissing off every reader who realizes that the writer self-inserted himself as a ship with Fluttershy.
Evie trotted up to the bar, unclipping her little waitress nametag from her top and setting it on the counter. Her friend, Kokti Sing (Twilight Sparkle) took it and tucked it under the counter.
"Hey Kokti," Evie said, "how's the bar been tonight?"
"Oh, fine..." Kokti replied, with a sigh, the purple alicorn folding both arms on the table and resting her big squishy tits on top of them, blue nipples peeking over her tight leather bartender top. "Everypony's too busy looking at you on stage to realize I'm giving them the cheap stuff when they ordered the pricey stuff. Or care if they do figure it out."
"Kokti..." Evie put her hands on her hips, looking concerned, "I thought our rivalry on the stage was behind us? You know the crowd loves us both, especially when we're both working the same pole! Or, y'know, gettin' it on on-stage like last Friday."
"Psh! Oh, it's fine. I don't mind being second place to you anymore, Evie, I mean the club's basically named after you anyway. If it were named after me it'd just be an erotic karaoke bar called Singsluts."
"Hehehehe!" Evie tittered, hand to her mouth, her melons jiggling adorably. "You'd definitely be the star there, I could never sing on stage!"
"You already get naked and let stallions nut on you on stage, what's the difference?"
"There's a big difference!" Evie said, wiping some nut from one of her onlookers off of her left boob, "I already know I look sexy, I have enough strangers busting on me when I walk home to know that, but singing? I've never sung in front of anypony before, they'd judge me!"
"Heh.. It's not too terribly hard, y'just close your eyes and pretend you're singing in the shower. That's what I do, anyway. Probly why I end up fingering myself every time I do it." Kokti stared ahead blankly for a moment, then blushed, shivered, and said "Anyway, you have a good night, Evie. Be safe, there's apparently there's some new Bad Vixen on the loose."
"..There is?" Evie suddenly looked very concerned.
"Yeah, look." Kokti turned her thumb upwards to the TV behind her, a report being shown of Titty City being attacked by some kind of villainous Vixen.
"What the? Turn it up! What's going on?" Evie grabbed the counter, looking worried.
Click, click, click, click, volume, click.
"To those o' y'all just tunin' in," said anchorcolt Ty Malone (Big Mac), "we got multiple eye witnesses on th'ground sayin' a flyin' blue Vixen's been terrorizin' the city. Goin' live now t'our field reporter, Penny."
The famous Penny Slicker (Coco Pommel) stood just hooves away from the carnage, a bank torn open, fire and money everywhere, her scarf blowing in the wind, her ample cleavage and peeking blue (huh.. lot of blue nipples tonight) areolas glowing amazingly in the orange light of the fires. She looked calm, in spite of her predicament, like any good action reporter in a superhero comic aught to.
"This is Penny Slicker," she started, "at the scene of the most recent crime of our unknown assailant! The blue Vixen came from nowhere, destroying everything with what looks to be materialized hard-light! We haven't been able to get any good looks at her, but we're going to try and get a camera inside to get a closer-"
BABOOM!
An enormous blue explosion emerged from behind Penny, the camerastallion falling over backwards, the camera nearly hitting the ground but being caught just before, slowly floating back up and turning towards Penny, now accompanied by the aforementioned Vixen, at least that's most likely who the rainbow-haired pegasus is.
"Careful!" The blue Vixen said, brushing her rainbow hair aside to reveal her rad reddish magenta-ish whatever color that is-ish eyes, "Wouldn't want to break the camera! How else would Titty City get to see their newest Vixen, huh?"
The camera floated upwards, as if held by some kind of floating object, definitely not a camerastallion, and the blue pegasus tapped her eagle-like helmet, the blue gem eyes glowing, an entire set of lighting equipment appearing around them, made entirely of blue wireframe light.
The Vixen smacked one hand HARD against Penny's ass, making her jump and squeak loudly, before saying "Oooo, NICE. Nowhere near as nice as mine though, but hey, it's a solid B. You should be proud, Penny!"
The somewhat raspy voiced Vixen was quite athletic, dressed in eagle themed armor on her upper body, complete with a skimpy breastplate that had wing-like metal over the upper half of her B-cup breasts, a beaked helmet with glowing blue jewel eyes mentioned earlier, seemingly the source of her hard light materialization, and really awesome looking gauntlets with eagle-like talons over her fingers. Her lower body couldn't be seen at this camera angle, but she had a damn nice athletic tummy. She held her hands out to her sides and said, "Citizens of Titty City! What's uuuuup!? Thought I'd make an explosive entrance into the rogues gallery! I'm the baddest Bad Vixen you've all ever seen! The one, the only... Spread Eagle! Applause, please!"
Her hard-light helmet jewels materialized some airhorns, clapping hands and pyrotechnics to announce her entrance as the camera backed up, showing her lower body, legs spread, not a thing covering her nether regions, as if inviting fellow Vixens to try and lead her to an orgasm, the weakness of all Vixens, Bad or Good.
"I invite every Good Vixen to come at me, on me, or in me to just TRY and make me nut! I've had every shape and size you could possibly imagine up inside of me, hard, fast and merciless; you name it it's been up both holes! If you think you got the balls, tits or clit to stop me, come on! 'Till then, I'll just be redecorating the town. Whaddyou think of calling it Spread Eagle City?"
She laughed, and snapped her fingers, turning around as the camera fell to the ground, breaking, the scene cutting back to the previous red anchorstallion.
"...Y'know, ah'm gonna say it," he started, adjusting his glasses and his tie, "ah only saw it fer like a second an' all, but she had a real nice ass. Eeeeeeyup!"
"There you go, so you should-" Kokti started to say, muting the TV again, looking to where Evie used to be. Evie, however, was gone. "...The fuck does she go? Honestly. Boss?"
O-Face, in passing, shrugged as he walked by, one arm around a pretty southern looking colt's shoulders, that colt tipping his cowboy hat to Kokti.
"Nobody knows where Evie goes?" Kokti said, looking around, eyes landing on a familiar pink zebra who was ushering his way out the front door. "Hey! Do you know where-"
The zebra apparently didn't hear her, Kokti sighed.
WHUMF! BUMF! FUCK! SCENE CUT!
Spread Eagle patted Penny Slicker on the ass one more time, the poor mare reduced to a shivering twitching mess on the ground, cheek pressed against the sidewalk, ass in the air, clothing strewn about, her ladybits quivering from their recent assault from something Spread Eagle liked to call 'Sexcalibur.'
"Toldja it's not as nice as mine," Spread Eagle said, laughing all the while, "Sexcalibur's barely even first base for this ass, sweetie." She formed a hard-light cigarette with her helmet and tucked it between Penny Slicker's pillowy dicksucking lips, then went trotting off, humming to herself.
Suddenly, an enormous erotiquestriashattering thud could be heard, and a heroic voice called out, "SPREAD EAGLE, I PRESUME?" from behind the blue Vixen.
The rainbow-haired blue Vixen's rainbow hair waved in the wind from whoever just landed behind her, and she laughed loudly, knocking her knees together and wiggling her ass, looking over her shoulder with a finger to her lower lip in a mockingly innocent gesture, "Who, me?"
Behind her stood the one, the only, Titty Vixen, valiant defender of Titty City, who couldn't help but give an approving nod at Spread Eagle's butt. It's a good butt, what can she say?
Titty was clad in her usual outfit, that everypony in Titty City knew, a black eye-mask to conceal her identity (which we all know is Evie Knockers but shhh! Fourth wall!), a pair of four-point star pink pasties that let her blue areolas peek with ease since nothing could truly cover those big lovely nipples, a pink heart-pasty over her pussy, a pair of bicep-length white leather gloves and matching thigh-high white leather boots. Her pink hair flowed in the wind like Morning Glory's (Celestia) hair always does whether there's wind or not.
"You think this city's yours, do you?" Titty said, pointing to Spread Eagle, her arm's position squishing one of her big tits against the other. "Well prepare to be busted, nut!"
"Ugh, didn't you listen to my speech?" Spread said, turning around, spreading her legs, hands on her hips, "I said I wanted to redecorate the town first! I'm not gonna just move into 'Titty City'" she did a faux baby foal voice when she said 'Titty City' "and call it mine. It's got YOUR stupid name on it! I just figure these two dome districts could EASILY resemble my perfect ass, and we could rename the whole city!"
"There's already a Booty City!" Titty said, waving a hand dismissively, her boobs shaking like she's a fucking anime.
"Booty City's LAME. Everypony there's so anal!"
"That doesn't mean you can just take MY city just because you don't wanna live in Booty City! What about Ass City?"
"Everyone there's jerks!"
"Rump City?"
"Full'a pigs."
"Butt City."
"Their city is shaped like a GOAT!"
"What's wrong with goats? You got a problem with goats?"
"FUCK THIS!"
Spread Eagle formed a massive hard-light fist and socked Titty through the air, the valiant Vixen taking it to the face like a champ and smashing through several office buildings, her tumble stopping in the middle of a cubicle where a yellow office worker with orange hair was eating a doughnut and jerking off to porn of Hair Trigger (Rarity).
The office colt looked left, looked right, and looked at Titty, blushing deeply and saying in a nasally voice, "Please don't tell my wife."
"..Hair Trigger, huh?" Titty replied, rubbing her head.
"Wh- Well, I mean, I have a folder of you, too!"
Titty stood up, brushed herself off, flicked some drywall out of her mane, and said, "I'm flattered. Nice cock, by the way, your wife aught to be proud!"
With that, Titty flew back out the hole she came in through, and the nasally orange office worker blushed deeply, absentmindedly busting a goopy nut on his computer screen, saying "Titty Vixen just complimented my cock" in a hushed voice, sweating profusely.
Spread Eagle was busy doing a little secret handshake with her hard-light fist, doing a fist-bump and going "Blalalala" as she pulled her fingers back and wiggled them weirdly, when Titty flew in at supersonic speeds and uppercutted the blue Vixen into the sky, rocketing up after her and socking her again, knocking her up further, parting the clouds, sending her past a plane, into the starry night sky.
The pegasus growled, and formed a massive hard-light shield that Titty smacked into with a shockwave, a glowy blue cage forming around her and a massive rocket appearing on top. She rotated the cage, waved to Titty, and then sent her rocketing downwards, right past the same plane, to the ground, where she meteor'd into the street and took out a city block in the impact. Nopony was hurt in those buildings of course, convenient evacuation or something, maybe a company holiday. No time to get blown up by fighting Vixens on Free Blowjobs For Office Workers Day.
The blue pegasus floated down towards the ground again, saying "Oh come ON! Is that all you've-" before Titty Vixen's white-gloved fist met her face in slow motion, a ripple of impact moving from the left cheek to the right before she was thrown through six buildings, smashing through an IFAP Creamcake House, rolling onto the floor, rubbing her cheek and saying, "Son of a BITCH! What kinda foreplay is that?"
She stood up, brushed off her butt, the only part of her she seemed to care about, and growled as Titty Vixen landed in front of her, smirking. An onlooker behind Spread Eagle snapped a picture of her ass and said quickly, "To the fap-folder you go."
"The creamcakes here are delicious." Titty said.
"I know," Spread Eagle replied, "I eat here all the time."
Titty flew forward, clashing with Spread Eagle, who reinforced her arm with a big hydraulic powered robot arm made of hard-light to be able to withstand her force.
"What's your favorite special, then?" Titty said, kicking Spread Eagle's leg out from under her and forcing her onto her knees, dropping down with her and going in to lick the blue pegasus's neck, a hand slipping under Spread Eagle's breastplate to tease a nipple.
"Nnnf, easy, the Bottoms Up Buttermilk Combo, which comes with strawberries or pineapple. I substitute for bananas for no extra charge!" Spread Eagle replied, shoving Titty away and tightly gripping both of Titty's titties in her hands, hard-light tentacles squirming up Titty's legs to rub their tips against her rear hole, the one completely left uncovered by her skimpy costume that could scarcely be called a costume.
"U-uunngh!" Titty squirmed, sweating, blushing, and grabbed Spread Eagle's hands, yanking them away and forcing her to turn around, the motion forcing the tentacles to recede temporarily, running a hand down between her legs and jamming two fingers knuckle-deep into the blue Vixen's pussy, squirming them about, "But for the same low price of $6.99, you can get a Double-Stacked Stacker Special, four of the same buttermilk creamcakes and infinite refills on their bold and delicious coffee!"
"Nnghhah!" Spread Eagle groaned out, spreading her legs wide, inviting Titty to go deeper, as if she's straight up ASKING for her to give her an orgasm, "You think talking about IFAP's amazing deals served 24 hours a day is gonna get me off? Please! I've had everything up in there! Hard, fast, and merciless! You got NOTHING, Titty Vixen! I'll show you what I got, though!"
The tentacles wrapped around Titty Vixen's waist and lifted her up, Titty's fingers exiting the blue Vixen's pussy with a lewd schlup noise and a trail of cunny honey getting thrown haphazardly into the air. Titty got slammed down into the floor of the restaurant, various onlookers gasping and backing away, and one hard-light tentacle lifted itself up, transforming into a studded, twisting, turning, mechanical dildo of sorts with various rotating segments like some kind of fucking sex transformer.
Titty's eyes went wide in fear, that thing was sure to get her off in ten seconds flat!
"Say hello to Sexcalibur!" Spread Eagle said, petting the five-inch thick monstrosity of rotating segments, "Four whole feet of absolutely never-ending pleasure, with sixty-nine speed settings ranging from Fast to Way Too Fast and an infinite number of random generated combinations sure to give players a new experience every time with no paid DLC!"
Titty's irises shrunk in fear, and she squirmed erotically in the tentacles, which wrapped more and more around her to hold her still, "No! You wouldn't!"
"Pfft. Yeah I fuckin' would."
The tentacles turned Titty over, and lifted her ass into the air, and the massive swirling sex machine was shoved into her, the swirling lubricated mass pushing into Titty's tight little bootysnug, forcing her lovely round cheeks apart, just four inches getting into her before she was already groaning and going full ahegao, eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out.
Titty squirmed, struggled, but she could feel herself rapidly reaching an orgasm, her pussy quivering helplessly and leaking cunny honey at record speeds!
Four seconds, five seconds, six seconds, each second adding another three inches of that beast into Titty's poor ass, her mind absolutely clouded with lust, it felt so fucking good that she couldn't even think of a way to break free.
Seven seconds, eight seconds, nine seconds, Titty was completely lost, her stomach starting to bulge from that monster pushing into her, vibrating and pistoning and pulsating and twisting and massaging every inch of her ass's interior.
Ten seconds. Ten seconds flat, and Titty had lost! Her orgasm overtook her and robbed her of her powers in an instant, her knees knocking, her back arching, her eyes rolled back, drool flinging from her lower lip as she screamed up at the lights in never-ending pleasure, her pussy spurting her delectable cunny honey all over her inner thighs, pushing her crotch pasty right off, making something of a puddle beneath her, squirting profusely as Spread Eagle laughed behind her.
The Sexcalibur was pulled back with a long, lewd shlurp, and a pop as it left Titty's ass, the blue Vixen pushing Titty over and standing over her, hands out at her sides.
"There you have it, Titty City!" Spread Eagle said, laughing maniacally, "Your Top Vixen, brought to her knees by.. Oh, wait."
Spread Eagle used her hard-light tentacles to grab Titty, pulling the quivering slut up to her knees before her.
"Where was I? ... Brought to her.. Hang on. Start over! There you have it, Titty City! Your Top Vixen, brought to her knees by the unstoppable Spread Eagle! She thought FINGERING me could get me to an orgasm? PLEASE! I train every day with the Sexcalibur, it's made me immune to the weaknesses of Vixens!"
She pet her hands through Titty's pink hair, the blushing pegasus still heaving and sweating, rubbing her exposed clit helplessly, head still in the clouds, pussy still leaking with nectar.
"I told you, Titty," Spread Eagle said, smirking, "I've had everything up in me, hard and fast and merciless! What made you think two little fingers were gonna get me off? Ha!"
Titty started to regain her consciousness, slowly realizing that her powers were temporarily gone, her orgasm robbing her of them for the next 24 hours. Her blurred vision started to focus slowly, the sight of Spread Eagle's athletic tummy, her perfect hips, her sweet little blue slit out in the open for all to see, like something of a challenge...
Something started to dawn on her... Some realization... Was it a plan? Would it work?
"I think I'll name this city after you after all, Titty Vixen," Spread Eagle said, "I'll call it.. Slut City! You'll be my personal slut, of course, and the posterslut for my mass production of the Sexcalibur! We'll lather you with cum on a daily basis and toss you out in front of your former admirers naked, let them have their way with you to make sure you never get your powers back! I mean, they'll have to, it'll either be that or the Sexcalibur up their ass to the base. Hahaha!"
Titty's vision grew clearer, looking right at Spread Eagle's pussy, her sweet little excited clit standing proud from her accomplishment of defeating Titty.
"Maybe Whore City? Hmm... Doesn't have the same ring to it." Spread Eagle laughed, and pet Titty again, "Whatever, we'll figure it out, we've got plenty of time to-"
Titty suddenly pushed Spread Eagle, knocking her off balance and onto her back with a thud, where she pushed her legs apart and said, "Spread em."
"What the!? What are you-"
Titty buried her muzzle between the blue Vixen's legs, which instinctively knocked together and hugged her head.
"H-hey! Stop! What the fuck are-- O-ohh!" Spread Eagle blushed, putting a hand to her mouth, gasping.
Titty kissed that little perky clit, flicked it with the very tip of her tongue, nuzzled it with her round yellow muzzle, very gently, very teasingly.
"F-fucking.." Spread Eagle spread her legs, panting a bit, sweating, deep blue with blush, her pussy starting to drip its honey down through the crack of her perfect ass, "What the f-fuck are you d-doing? Ff-ooohh--ffuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"
Titty kissed the clit again, rubbed her nose against those slowly moistening pussylips, just gently and locked lips with Spread Eagle's lower lips, her hands slipping up around the blue Vixen's legs to rub her athletic tummy region.
"FFFFUCK ME! What is this!? I t-took your p-powers! OHHH FUCK- RIGHT THERE! NNNFfhghhfff!" Spread Eagle bit her lower lip, going cross-eyed, grabbing the back of Titty's head and falling back with a thud, her helmet falling off, her rainbow hair sprawling out on the floor "I'm.. I'm gonna.. I'm g-gonna c-cum..! F-FUCK!"
Titty showed no signs of stopping, never doing anything too extreme, just teasing, just rubbing, kissing, tongueteasing, never even penetrating those lips, just focusing on the clit, the mound, the lips, the hood, every bit of that blue pegasus's's's ladybits twitching and vibrating and sputtering out delicious nectar that Titty was more than happy to lick up off that Vixen's perfectly round ass.
"NnnnnNNNNGGHHHH--- FUUUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK! I'M-- NNmffmfmffFFFF!" Spread Eagle clawed into the tile floor, squirmed, spread her legs wide, and let out a raspy feminine squeal, her pussy juices spurting all over Titty's face, squirting almost like a cock, spatter after spatter of sweet shimmery cunny honey smothering Titty Vixen's yellow face and her little black eyemask.
The orgasm was long, it was worldbreaking, it was heavenly, Spread Eagle had never before experienced such wonder in all her life. She quivered, she spasmed, and she fell limp, her hands tightly gripping Titty's hair.
There was a lengthy silence, then a roaring cheer from the crowd in the IFAP diner. Titty crawled up beside Spread Eagle, and the two of them buried their tongues in each other's mouths to have a little lesbian makeout session while the Titty City police started in the front door.
WHIP! SHLURP! KISS! SCENE-CUT!
Titty Vixen sat on a stretcher near a Titty City ambulance, a blanket around her shoulders, sipping cocoa, the police chief tipping her hat back and standing next to her.
"How'd you do it, Titty?" said the spitfire of a police chief, Lizzy Bean (Spitfire), "Eye witnesses said she got you off in ten seconds flat, which has to be some kind of record, and you got her off without any powers. How'd you pull that off?"
"I got lucky." Titty smirked, brushing her pink hair aside.
"Whaddyou mean?"
"She kept saying she trained with big toys, hard and fast and merciless, so I wondered if she'd ever had, you know, something soft, and slow, and sensual."
"Huh."
"Guess I was just lucky she hadn't trained herself to resist that."
"You're too good for this city, Titty Vixen. We're all glad to have you." Lizzy patted Titty Vixen on the shoulder, then started to walk off, "You busted yet another nut for us. We'll be sure to get her into the Nut Bank as soon as possible."
"Thanks, chief. You're looking good, by the way! Tell your wife I said hi!"
"Thanks, Titty! Will do!" Lizzy wandered off.
Titty looked around at the scene, and watched as Spread Eagle was put into the back of an armored police vehicle and driven off towards Titty City Nut Bank Correctional Facility. While watching, a nearby billboard caught her eye. A big, fabulous, perfectly round, perfect blue ass with a rainbow tail was printed on it, and lettering saying "DOT ASH, riding hard, fast, mercilessly!" on it, with "Canceled!" written right over Dot Ash's sweet ass.
"Hey, Lizzy?" Titty said, but Lizzy was too far away to hear by now. "Hmm.."
WHOOSH! FROOSH! BOOBS! SCENE-CUT!
Evie sighed, relaxing, her nails being filed by her favorite spa pony, while her friends, Wanda Malone (Applejack) and Kokti Sing (Twilight, in case you forgot!) were there with her, also relaxed. Kokti was getting her feet rubbed while Wanda was getting her enormous worldcrushing thighs massaged.
"Has anypony been able to get a hold of Dot?" Evie asked, eying Kokti and Wanda.
"Ah'v'n't been able t'get a hold'a Dot since she gave me 'er number!" Wanda said, waving a hand dismissively.
"She isn't really known for replying to her texts, especially when she has a show." Kokti said.
"Either of you know why her show was canceled?" Evie asked.
"Beats me!" Wanda replied.
"She canceled it? Huh. Well, that's weird." Kokti replied.
"Huh." Evie said. "Guess I'll just keep texting her."
Suddenly, Evie's phone rang!
INCOMING CALL
Titty City Nut Bank
Evie poked the little green circle with her nose, since one hand was busy having its nails done, and put the phone to her ear, "Hello?"
"EVIE!" Dot said, from the other end of the phone.
"Dot!? Why haven't you been replying to your texts!? And why are you at the Nut Bank!?"
"Oh, uhhhhh.... I'm... Uuuuhhh... Vvviiiissiting, I'm a big fan of Spread Eagle."
"Hmph, you WOULD like that nutcase."
"Come ON, she made Titty cum in ten seconds flat!"
"That IS pretty impressive I guess."
"And she has a perfect ass! Like, almost as perfect as mine! Maybe more perfect. Who do you think has a more-"
"Dot why did you cancel your show?"
"Oh. Hah. Long story. Had other plans that night. Had to do some redecorating."
"Redecorating?"
"Yeah. Like... Around my... House."
"Your apartment?"
"My apartment."
"Huh. So why'd you call?"
"Hey you're still friends with Hair Trigger, right?"
"You mean Connie, Dot. Yes, I am, aren't you, too?"
"Haaaa... Yeah, we got in a fight. Hey could you ask her to pay Spread Eagle's bail?"
"Why would I do that?"
"You're right dumb question bye."
"Wh-"
Dot hung up.
"Wha'd she say?" Wanda asked.
"She wants me to get Connie to pay Spread Eagle's bail." Evie replied.
"Figures." Kokti said, rolling her eyes, "She finally found another blue pegasus who's obsessed with her own ass, they're perfect for each other."
"Hm. Yeah, that's probly it." Evie said.
"Y'gonna ask Connie 'bout it?" Wanda asked.
"Of course not!" Evie said.
The lot of them had themselves quite the titter.
To be continued!?!?!?!
Author's Note
It's probably left as a bit of confusion, but no, Dot Ash and Spread Eagle are not two separate ponies, they're the same.
Titty Vixen is part of a very silly universe where despite the fact that ponies are extremely distinct due to fur colors and hair colors, somehow their secret identities are still kept secret.
Titty and Evie are both just Fluttershy, with the same X scar on her back, the same pink hair, the same body shape, the same nipple color, everything, but a running joke is that ponies still can't tell the difference between the two of them.
As such, I hope y'all enjoyed this, the first actually written Titty Vixen story, and I hope it fills you with anticipation for the upcoming Titty Vixen Issue 1: Feature Presentation digital comic book! :D
~Lil Miss Jay
