Cumming to an Agreement

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Mayor Mare, Trixie, Sex
Length: 1739

Trixie wants something from Mayor Mare, and Mayor Mare needs to get laid. Fill in from there.

Trixie wants something from Mayor Mare, and Mayor Mare needs to get laid. Fill in from there.

Cover art from Kasaler

Commissioned by RK Striker.

Published 2017-09-25 23:40:07 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-25 23:40:07 UTC

A Sexy Case

“But Trixie needs it!”

“And the answer is no!” Mayor Mare scowled as she tried to keep what little of her composure she had left. She’d been arguing with the stubborn, blue mare in front of her for the last hour now, and it had left her more than a little agitated. “The square needs more time to know that someone is coming to perform, setup vendors, and make sure the bleachers regularly used are in a proper condition for use.”

Trixie slammed her hands down on the mayor’s desk, her hat shifting as she did so. Just to show her intent, she had come in her magician’s outfit, complete with tall, thigh high stockings, a button up white shirt, and her normally star dotted cape. All of it outlined her well endowed body, something that had been leaving Mayor Mare further frustrated throughout the discussion. “Please! The Humble and Repentant Trixie needs to show everypony how sorry she is. She will do anything for this. Just name it.”

Mayor mare blinked for a few moments before letting out a sigh. She knew what she now did by moving towards the door wasn’t allowed on several levels. As a bluff, it was manipulative. If the mare was willing though… well, it was straight up bribery, but at this point, she didn’t care. It would get rid of the annoyance one way or another.

So, she slipped the key out of her brown slacks, slid it into the keyhole of her office, and locked the door. She then, with the click of the lock clear in both of theirs ears, asked, “Anything?”

Trixie raised an eyebrow at this. She’d been at this for long enough to know what the tone she used meant. What the body language screamed, and how much others wanted her body. She had rarely taken others up on the offer, but she desperately needed the money a big show might give her, even more than she needed to show her repentant nature.

Not that she would break her standards by fucking some… Well, I’ll be damned. Actually looking at Mayor Mare for such possibilities, Trixie felt her lower lips moisten from the idea of letting this old bird do as she pleased. Mayor Mare had aged well after all, with breasts as large as her head, long, slender legs, and hips that could distract even royal guardsmen, just like Trixie’s.

Yeah, she was very willing for this as she unbuttoned her shirt, letting the other mare see that she hadn’t bothered with a bra, but instead held her chest in with pure magic. It was far more comfortable that way, just like the illusionary mini-skirt and bra that the mayor now watched evaporate. “Does Trixie arou- Yeep!”

Trixie had jumped as Mayor Mare, rushing forward like any Earth Mare could, and pushed two fingers into Trixie’s nethers. Normally, Trixie would have expected this to hurt, and with mares like Applejack who had no idea what they were doing, it would. However, Mayor mare had a wild side at night a country mile long, and Trixie felt a wave of ecstasy flood her system as the Mayor got to work.

Trixie took in a sharp breath as the mayor continued to thrust into her tight lips, and mewled as they twisted and pushed against her insides, continuing the relentless assault on her normally composed and haughty self. “T-Trixie is q-quite supr-I-sed that you are s-s-s-so good.”

The mayor pressed her palm against Trixie’s clit as she got closer, her two fingers thrust all the way to their bases as she got close to Trixie. Trixie twitched at the stimulation, even as Mayor mare didn’t move. Instead, she spoke in the showmare’s ear, whispering, “I’m going to make you prove just how repentant you can be.”

She then suddenly pulled her fingers out, forcing a gasp from Trixie/ She didn’t even understand how, as Trixie considered herself experience with the half dozen mares she’d made scream, but unlike them, this one touched her only in the right places, her fingers finding their way inside of her without any bad pokes, searching, or digging. She just could, and that terrified Trixie.

Mayor Mare wasn’t done though, even as Trixie’s arousal began to drip over the desk that she was sitting on, and dripped onto the floor. No, she saw two supple teats that had taunted her for too long. She wasn’t about to be denied anymore though. No, not while Trixie was at her mercy.

She leaned in, speeding up her hand as Trixie panted and groaned, trying to hold out for as long as she could. This only became harder as first Mayor Mare gave her left nipple a gentle peck, before wrapping her lips around it. Her tongue expertly wrapped itself around it like a snake, pulling and twisting it with the versatile muscle.

Then, as Trixie thought she might simply begin sucking, she felt the slightest pain from Mayor Mare’s teeth, before the older mare pulled back. Her breast stretched the force, and it brought her body sliding forward, grinding Trixie’s crotch against the thoroughly soaked hand of her superior. It was too much at this point as Trixie’s eyes began to roll back.

Mayor Mare let go as Trixie arched her back, her body shaking as her arousal sprayed forth from her sopping wet cunt. Her fold quivered against the older mare’s fingers, and Trixie continued to writhe as wave after wave of pleasure that she’d been holding back raked its way through her body.

When it was all done, she leaned back, panting as she tried to catch her breath. She was utterly stunned by what the mayor had done to her, and her head was spinning as she tried to figure out how to fix this. How to take control back.

That was not an option though as she saw the long, brown slacks fall to the floor beside her, and then her attention was brought to the wet pussy before her. Mayor Mare reached down, placing her hand on Trixie’s cheek, before whispering, “Eat your mistress, and don’t even think to use you magic. It’s what’s caused so much trouble here, so if you’re so repentant, you won’t use it on me.”

Trixie blinked a few times, before sighing in defeat. She wasn’t getting out of this, and, well, she was actually pretty excited to get her muzzle dirty. She only hoped that she was as sweet as the little town she ran.

With the first lick she’d say… close, but not quite.

She didn’t slow down just because of that though. Instead, she pushed herself deeper in, trying to do her best to please the dominant mare that held herself over her. She pulled out all of her tricks and treats that she had learned from her private performances, and smiled to herself as the mayor moaned from the pleasure.

Of course, Mayor Mare was honestly trying to figure out if Trixie was better or worse than her own fingers. This was always the problem with younger mares like this. Sure, their tongues were nice and sticky, but they thought simply flailing their tongue every which way was an effective way to get a mare off. Maybe one with the sex drive of a teenager, sure, but at this point it took a little more… finesse.

Fortunately for Mayor Mare, while Trixie continued to lap at her lips and pushed her tongue in as deep as she could, but with none of the smoothness that the mayor’s fingers had had, she could lower her own fingers to her clit, gently teasing and rubbing it in the way she’d learned all too well she enjoyed.

Trixie felt overjoyed as Mayor Mare’s pants became more desperate, signalling to her that she was coming closer and closer to her own climax. She had been worried of being shamed by how little she might have known, but this was it. She was a master, just like she’d always thought. She just needed to pull out her secret technique.

And Mayor Mare’s eye twitched when Trixie’s teeth tried to ‘gently’ nip her folds. All it really did was make the mayor know she needed to finish this, and soon. One thought made it all too easy though.

Trixie’s eyes widened, not having exactly thought, while in this position, what would happen when the mayor came. So, as a somewhat dissatisfying wave of arousal rolled slowly through the mayor’s body, Trixie began to feel an increased amount of liquid drop steadily on her face, before finally, her whole face was sprayed by the other mare’s pleasure.

“Cough, cough.”

Mayor Mare moved away from Trixie, smiling as the somewhat stuck up mare wiped her juices off of her. She then leaned back against her desk, slowly catching her breath from all of the excitement and work. All in all, it was good, so… “Well, Trixie, it will take some work, but I believe you will have your stage on Friday. Tonight is still impossible though.”

Trixie slowly nodded, wiping the last of the odd liquid off of her. She then re-applied, though a little sloppily, her illusion over her nethers. She then grabbed her shirt, panting a bit herself from the extreme levels of arousal, before turning to Mayor Mare. “Thank you, mayor. Trixie is all too pleased that she was able to give you such excellent services.”

Mayor Mare’s eye twitched slightly at the statement. Trixie hadn’t done terribly, but excellent was pushing it. Even saying she’d been great, maybe good, would have been overstating the showmare’s abilities. It wasn’t her place though to criticise such things, not when she was already breaking the rules by having allowed all of this to happen.

She then glanced at Trixie as she left. How the mare’s hips swayed from side to side. How the mare lacked almost anything on her. How she could see how damp the area between Trixie’s legs were from what she had done.

And still remembered how much she wanted to humiliate Trixie back after the Alicorn Amulet fiasco.

“Oh, and Trixie, if you want to learn how to properly please a mare instead of getting pitied, you can come back next week and cum for teacher again.”

An offer that made Trixie’s head smoke from embarrassment as she ran off.