Sizzling fireworks zoomed and popped overhead, flashing bright blue and purple, but Tender Taps only had eyes for the performer on the stage. Like a lot of young stallions, it wasn't the spectacle of Trixie's magic tricks that drew him to her performances – rather, it was something alluring about the mystery created by her flashy cape. It didn't hide her completely, but it teased the eye with glimpses here and there, especially for colts brazen enough to get close to the stage and look.
And that's exactly where Tender found himself. Again. After his special somepony, Apple Bloom, left him lonely again, so she could go help out on the family farm instead. He knew it was important work, but he couldn't help but resent that it always seemed more important than him.
So there he was, staring up under that blue unicorn's cape, all the while trying to not be too obvious about it ... and trying to make sure he didn't get a boner right there in the middle of the meager crowd where everypony would be able to see it. Trixie had already been in town for three nights, and this was starting to feel like a routine.
Trixie whirled around in a flourish and produced a bouquet of flowers from nowhere. Well, not from nowhere. Since Tender was so close, he'd been able to catch a glimpse of it before – just a little hint of white up under her cape somewhere. Not that it mattered to him. Since he hadn't really come here for the 'magic', he didn’t mind seeing the trick ruined a little. What he did care about was the way he was able to catch a little glimpse of Trixie's supple blue teats as she stood up on her hind legs and shouted out to the audience, “The Great and Powerful Trixie will now need a volunteer from the audience! Somepony brave enough to face the dreaded Coffin of Bisection!”
The few ponies watching went quiet, and things stayed so for several moments while Trixie's eyes darted over them with increasing desperation. Maybe she overdid it with playing up how dreaded her 'Coffin of Bisection' was. When nopony else raised their hooves, Tender did. Why not? Maybe if he was lucky, he'd get a really up-close view of what Trixie was hiding under that cape...
Trixie helped pull him up onto the stage with her hoof, and once he was up there, she showed him off to the audience. “A big round of applause please for Trixie's new assistant!” She held his hoof up. “What's your name, lucky colt?”
Ponyville was a fairly small town, and everypony watching already knew his name, but he told them anyway, “Tender Taps.”
“If my assistant would please get into the terrifying Coffin of Bisection,” Trixie said theatrically. But as she helped him wiggle into the box – and made sure he scrunched up his legs inside the top half – she said much more quietly, “Tender Taps, hm? Trixie thinks you do look tender.” She looked down at his cutie mark as she subtly pushed his legs where they were supposed to go. “And that's a nice little cutie mark you've got there. Are you trying to be some kind of performer?”
As his head popped through the hole in the top of the box, Tender smiled a little. “Thanks! Actually, I'm—”
“Obviously not a performer of the Great and Powerful Trixie's caliber, but it's still endearing.”
Tender's smile faded. He'd danced for crowds a lot bigger and a lot more appreciative than the meager dozen or so ponies watching Trixie's latest show.
As Trixie went through the motions of her performance – Tender had seen this trick twice already on the previous nights – she grinned down at his face knowingly and whispered, “You young stallions are all the same. I bet you came up here just to get a closer look at Trixie's magnificent flank, didn't you?”
He rolled his eyes a little, but he didn't bother denying it, especially when Trixie used the flourish of producing a giant saw to almost give him a flash right up her cape. He saw her flowing tail, her shapely legs, and even a little bit of her butt cheeks, but the cape didn't go high enough to show him what he really wanted to see. It was weird that he'd gotten so obsessed with her. He could just walk around town and probably see glimpses under the tails of half a dozen different mares, some of them nearly as hot as Trixie herself. But something about the way Trixie's body was hidden, the taboo of seeing what was denied to him, made him oddly fascinated with the blue unicorn mare.
Trixie came up to the box and laid the saw across the top of it. Even though Tender knew that his legs were tucked up safely, he couldn't help but worry slightly at the illusion of Trixie about to cut him in half. She began sawing and took a small break from her audience to wink at him. “Don't worry. Trixie promises that she probably won't do anything naughty with your bottom half while it's in the other box.”
Even though he knew perfectly well that the only thing in the other box was a collection of different-colored fake pony legs, he still couldn't help but blush a little at the thought of Trixie doing things with his lower half while it was separated off in the other box. Would he be able to feel it? He sure wouldn’t be able to stop her from doing whatever she felt like with his—
“Don't look at Trixie like that,” she chided under her breath as she pulled the two halves of the box apart. “Please. As if a silly colt like you had any chance with the Great and Powerful Trixie.”
That only made him blush even harder, his cheeks heating uncomfortably ... or was that just her stage lights?
She pulled the two boxes side by side, finally allowing Tender to see 'his' legs sticking out from the other half. They ... weren't terribly convincing. She obviously didn't have the right color of orange to match his coat, and the pair she'd used were a much lighter shade, something more like Apple Bloom's older sister than Tender's own darker orange.
As the audience halfheartedly cheered, she smirked at him. “You're no match for the Great and Powerful Trixie, anyway. Probably still a loser virgin, aren't you?”
“No I'm not.” He snorted a little. “Just ask Apple Bloom.”
She spun both box-halves around, dizzying him. “Applejack's little sister? Pfft. Rolling in the hay with some bumpkin farm filly. That hardly counts.”
“Hey, you take that back! Apple Bloom is great!”
Trixie scowled at him. That last outburst had been almost loud enough for the audience to hear. But, strangely, the corner of her mouth twitched and her nose scrunched as if she was trying to hold something back. A moment later, her reserve broke, and she mumbled out, “Trixie takes that back.”
Well ... that was weird. She obviously didn't want to give in, but for some reason, she'd eventually decided to do just what he'd told her to do. It wasn't like her to be humble ... not that he really knew her that well, but it seemed like she was the kind of pony it didn't take long to know. And for some reason, she still seemed mad at him. But who could blame him for standing up for his special somepony?
For the finale of the trick, Trixie pushed the two halves of the box back together and covered the gap in the middle with a star-specked cloth. Tender peeked at her around the corner of his side of the box. “Um, Trixie ... what was that about? Did I hit some kind of a nerve when I—?”
“Don't worry about it,” Trixie snapped. “I'm not—” Taking a deep breath, she composed herself. “Trixie is not offended in any way. Maybe if you’re nice to her, she'll give you an autograph to take home to your Apple bumpkin.”
An autograph, seriously? What did she think he was, some starry-eyed fan?
With a flourish of fireworks and smoke, Trixie finished her trick, popping him out of the box, “As good as new.” She patted him on the back. “What a wonderful volunteer, everypony!”
Some perfunctory applause came from the disinterested audience.
“You really were a fine volunteer,” she said as she began to usher him off the stage. “Maybe you deserve a quick peek as a thank-you.”
His eyes went open wide, and he nodded as vigorously as he could without tipping off the audience too much.
Trixie whirled back toward the audience, but her eyes stayed on Tender. As she turned, her cape flared out wide, rising just high enough to— Her magic yanked the hem of the cape back down, just before it would reveal herself to him. “Not!” She grinned at him. “The Great and Powerful Trixie isn't that kind of showpony!”
Tender stopped, one hoof still on the stage. “Hey! Oh, come on, don't be a tease like that. Show me!”
Freezing in place, Trixie trembled and even groaned a little. Then, to Tender's shock, she reached a hoof back and flipped the edge of her cape up, raising her tail underneath it. For one precious second, he saw everything she had to offer, on full display. He could even see a slight gleam of wetness on her pert blue pussy lips – was this turning her on somehow?
As soon as the moment passed, Trixie went right back to her show as usual, though she did seem a bit flustered. Tender went back into the audience. He was under a bit of a conundrum... He really needed to think about what just happened up there, but every time he did, he remembered the sight of Trixie's cute little pussy nestled between her ass cheeks, with her silver tail lifted high above. And, of course, that memory made his cock bulge ... every time he thought about her, it slipped out of his sheath a little. If he let himself get a boner right in the middle of this crowd, somepony would be sure to notice, so he had to try and keep his mind off of her as much as he could... But why had she flashed him like that when she already said she wasn't going to? It didn't make any sense...
After the show, instead of going home like he usually would, Tender went around the back of Trixie's portable stage-wagon, where the showmare always pretentiously signed autographs for her fans. The line was meager, far more so than the crowd for her show had been. When he got there, only three ponies were ahead of him in line, and nopony behind. There was one very elderly mare who didn't seem to know what was going on. She kept asking Trixie to fill a prescription. Once Trixie managed to get her to leave somehow, it was Snips and Snails up next. They rushed to Trixie's little desk and desperately begged to get almost a dozen autographs each, “For our collection!”
Why they needed so many was a mystery to Tender. This wasn't their first show, either. He knew they'd been in the audience every night Trixie performed. Probably even more infatuated with her than Tender was. Sheesh, they could at least try and have some restraint and dignity about it, though. Watching them made him embarrassed for the dumb colts ... and for Trixie, though the showmare herself seemed to actually enjoy all the attention.
Once she finally managed to get those two to leave, she looked up at him. “Oh, you again.” She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks also blushed a little. “Should Trixie make it out to 'Apple Bloom', then?” Picking up a photo of herself, she started scrawling on it with a feathered pen.
“Sure.” A devious thought came into Tender's head. Maybe it was time to figure out what was going on with her. “And also, flash me again.”
Trixie gasped, jumping back from her signing table. But a moment later, she was turned around, lifting her cape and presenting her pussy to him – it was winking now, and dripping down her leg. It only lasted for a second, and then she smoothed her cape back over her still-raised tail. She ripped up the half-signed picture on her desk and rushed back toward the door of her wagon. “Show's over! Trixie is leaving right now!”
“Stop.”
Trixie froze in place instantly, her hoof on the doorknob.
“Somehow, you have to do everything I say, don't you?” He approached her, coming up close alongside and watching her carefully.
She scoffed, but she still didn't move. “The Great and Powerful Trixie answers to no one!”
“Tell me the truth: do you have to do everything I say?”
“No. Trixie is not compelled to follow any commands that would harm another pony.” Her eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth with her hoof, but it was too late. She let out a muffled curse from behind her hoof.
Wow, so there really was some compulsion acting on her ... probably something to do with magic. A lot of questions and ideas began flooding through his mind. How had this happened to her? Was it a curse somepony else had put on her, or was it due to some magical mistake she'd done herself? Could he use it? The idea of a sex slave compelled to do anything he said had a certain appeal ... but could he really take it that far? What if Apple Bloom found out? Well, it would only be fair revenge for that time she had Diamond Tiara eat her out behind the schoolhouse, but he'd supposedly already forgiven her for that...
Trixie struggled to move, to open the door and retreat inside her wagon, but it was as if her hooves were glued to the ground. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t pick up any of the three legs she was standing on. She glared at him. “Now that it is settled, could you please release Trixie and let me get some much-deserved rest?”
“But, why? What happened? Did somepony do this to you somehow?”
“Ugh!” Trixie flicked her tail under her cape and tried to go into the wagon again, but she was still stuck in place by his command. “It's none of your business, stupid colt. Just let me go already!”
Tender wasn't about to let her go that easily, though. He wanted to know, and one way or another, she was going to tell him. There was no way he was going to go home and end up spending all night regretting not getting to the bottom of this when he had the chance. “Hey, are you going to make me order you every step of the way, or are you just going to tell me? It'll be a lot quicker and easier if you just cooperate.”
Trixie gave out a long, tired-sounding sigh. “Fine.”
“So...?”
“After that time when I used the Alicorn Amulet to take over the town of Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle publicly forgave me for it once I apologized, but—”
“Huh? You're that Trixie?” Tender blinked at her. That whole thing had happened well before his family moved to town, but he remembered hearing ponies talk about it. Somehow, it didn't seem possible that this showboating mare could possibly be the dreaded Trixie, who took over and basically enslaved the entire town.
“Yes, I am. Now will you let Trixie finish her story or not?” Once he nodded, agreeing to let her speak, she continued, “Twilight Sparkle publicly forgave Trixie, but in private, she said that it would still be necessary to punish Trixie. Twilight used some strange combination of her magic and that zebra's potions to put an enchantment on Trixie. They enchanted her so that for ten years, Trixie would do anything that anypony directly orders her to do, unless it would harm somepony. And now, finally, her ten years are almost over.”
“Wow...”
“It's ... usually not a big deal, really. Ponies don't actually give direct orders very often.” She glared at him. “It's only a problem when somepony figures it out ... such as certain annoying orange colts.”
Tender rubbed the back of his neck, his hoof through his mane, feeling a little sorry for the mare ... but only a little. If the stories he'd heard about her reign were true...
“So will you please just let Trixie finish her night in peace?”
He almost did, before he remembered the way she'd been acting with him while they were on stage together. “Just one thing...”
“Ugh! What is it?”
“Tell me the truth: were you attracted to me when I was up there on stage? And does being ordered around like this turn you on?”
“No!” she yelped, “I—” But the words caught in her throat. Her face went red, and she nearly choked herself before giving up and letting the true answer spill out: “Yes and yes! Trixie thought you were very cute, and she was sneaking glances between your legs while she was tucking you into the box! Ever since she was put under that enchantment, Trixie has grown more and more excited by the idea of being a willing sex slave, doing whatever her mistress commands! She is especially fond of it when that mistress is—” She covered her mouth with both hooves, preventing the muffled name from coming out. Her cheeks burned a bright crimson, and she squirmed in place, trying to cover herself with her hat and her cape.
Tender leaned down and lifted the brim of her hat, so he could look her in the eyes. “Tell me the truth: do you want me to take you back inside your wagon and order you to do absolutely anything I want?”
“Nnn— Yes! Yes, Master!” She trembled in place, her eyes only occasionally daring to glance up at him. Quietly, she mumbled to herself, “I can't believe I just called him that. She's going to be so mad at me.”
Grinning, Tender rubbed her back through her cape. Yes, it was definitely time to make up for that time Apple Bloom went off with Diamond Tiara. He wasn't about to miss an opportunity like this. But just as he was about to give the order, two young stallions came running up.
It was Snips and Snails again. Snails held up a paper-mâché version of Trixie's magician hat, and Snips was clutching a body pillow with an embarrassingly lewd picture of the showmare on it. The picture stopped just shy of being outright pornographic, and the paper hat had a very suspicious hole in the front, too big for a unicorn's horn. It looked like Tender wasn't the only young stallion who had a thing for Trixie ... but he was thankful that he wasn't so gripped by the obsession. Having Apple Bloom probably helped with that.
“Oh good, phew,” Snips said as he came up, catching his breath. “We made it in time. She's still here.”
“Here, Great and Powerful Trixie!” Snails held out the hat. “We brought those things we were talking about for you to sign. Will you please please please sign them?”
Snips held out the pillow. “I love you Trixie! I have to have your autograph!”
“No, I love you more!” Snails insisted. “Mine first!”
Trixie pushed them both away with a none-too-gentle wave of magic. “No! The Great and Powerful Trixie is done for tonight, and she will not be signing any more autographs. Be gone with you! Both of you!”
As the two young stallions reluctantly began skulking away, Tender whispered into Trixie's ear, “Hey now. That wasn't very nice...”
She jumped away from him a little. “No... Oh sweet Celestia, you couldn't possibly do that to the Great and Powerful—”
“Call them back over here and sign their stuff.”
Trixie gagged on her own name. She almost looked like she was going to vomit... But in just a moment, she did as she was told, calling both Snips and Snails back over to her. Though she very obviously kept as much distance as she could between herself and the ... items, staying at least a pony-length away, she used her magic and the marker they provided to quickly scrawl her signature on each one. “There,” she said to Tender, “happy?”
Oh yes. But he was only beginning to toy with her... “Show them your pussy.”
“What?” Her magic faltered and she dropped the marker. “How could you tell Trixie to—?” But the compulsion was already on her. She turned around and flipped her cape out of the way. Both colts' eyes went wide. Trixie struggled and strained, as if resisting a great force, but after just a couple seconds, she couldn’t resist it any longer. Her tail flicked to the side, just for a moment, before clamping back down.
But Snips and Snails had definitely been paying attention. Their jaws dropped and their eyes went starry.
“Woah... The magic vag...” Snips said slowly.
Snails pointed at Trixie's clamped-down tail excitedly. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I just saw the Great and Powerful Pussy! Totally for real!”
Tender grinned at the mischief he'd done, but Trixie hadn't quite done what he wanted. “No, really show them – touch it, pull it open a little, wink at them.”
Trixie gulped, but this time, she did what he said without much struggle. Her tail lifted up and she reached one of her front hooves around behind her rump. For a moment, Tender was actually jealous of the view Snips and Snails must have been getting, but he knew his turn would come soon enough. The night wasn't over yet, not by a long shot.
Well, not for him, at least. For Snips and Snails, though... Tender shook his head as he watched both of them collapse, drool leaking from their mouths into the grass and their legs twitching. It seemed that 'the Great and Powerful Pussy' was just too much for them to handle. Even though both of them still had their eyes wide open, it was obvious that they were out cold.
“How dare you abuse the Great and Powerful Trixie this way? How is Trixie supposed to live with herself, knowing that those unworthy cretins have seen her most—”
“Take me inside your wagon.”
She turned and opened the door, going inside before looking back at him. She scowled at him furiously, but her cheeks were still red, and her tail was still raised, causing a bump in her cape behind her. “Trixie is going to tell your precious Apple Bloom about this! You'll regret every messing with—”
“Never tell anyone about what happens this night, ever.” Tender grinned at the look that came over her face. “Ha! You're not very good at this, are you?”
She looked like she was going to give him a sharp retort, but then she was quiet, stopping herself. Only when he started up the short steps behind her did she speak again, “The Great and Powerful Trixie is ... is, um...” She stammered and backed away as he came inside the wagon and shut the door behind him.
It was cramped on the inside, but cozy and very functional. It would have to be, if she traveled around and lived in there full-time, wouldn’t it? Most everything inside was focused around her magic show or just the bare necessities of comfort ... except for one little thing. On the star-patterned bedsheets, there was laid out a tiny pair of panties with Twilight Sparkle's cutie mark on the front and four matching lavender socks.
Seeing where his eyes went, Trixie hastily covered them with a blanket, but it was too late.
“Whose are those?” he asked.
“None of your business!”
“Tell me the—”
“Fine! They belong to me. They were a gift from my mistress.”
Tender smiled at her. He was starting to have a very good idea of who this mistress of hers was. “So they're yours, huh? Put them on.”
“But, but, I can't! Not until she's here! Mistress will be angry with Trixie if she finds out that Trixie wore her gift for somepony else!” Even as Trixie moaned and complained, her hooves and magic worked, slipping the thin cloth pieces from the bed one by one and awkwardly donning them while hiding as much of the process as she could with her cape.
Now that he was starting to feel a bit more comfortable in his role, Tender came up behind Trixie, wanting to get a better look at her. When he began to lift up the back of her cape, she let out a startled “eep!” and used her magic to yank it back down. As he tried again, coming around beside her, she turned and kept her cape in the way.
“No,” she said. “Nopony else is supposed to see Trixie wearing this. It's only for Mistress. She's going to punish me!”
“And you think I won't?”
Trixie shuddered at the tone in his voice, and her tail lifted her cape up even more.
“You're being a very bad slave, Trixie. Do I need to punish you?”
She softly moaned, just barely loud enough to hear, and her back legs squeezed tighter together as her back arched like she was humping against some invisible pony. Looking back at him, she blurted out, “The Naughty and Disobedient Trixie needs to be punished, Master!”
Tender's eyes went wide at the unexpected show of submission ... and his cock slipped further out of his sheath. “I... I, um...” When Trixie looked back at him again, the look in her eyes somehow told him exactly what he needed to do. “Bend over. Put your face on the floor.”
She did so immediately, with no struggle, laying her front hooves out in front of her and sticking her rump up in the air behind her. The cape pulled upward a little, revealing more of her sock-clad legs; the hem of it came to rest halfway up her thighs. He could almost see the top of her socks, but not quite.
Even this much showed the beginning of her juicy curves, but Tender wanted more ... much more. He hooked his forehoof under the bottom of the cape and began lifting it slowly upward, gradually revealing more and more of Trixie's upper thighs, the tops of her socks, and then...
Trixie tried to scooch away on the floor, until Tender ordered her to “Hold still.”
She froze immediately, and he lifted the cape the rest of the way. The purple panties looked even skimpier when they were wrapped tightly around Trixie's luscious curves. They barely covered the width of her pussy bulge, and until the point where the fabric reached her tail and branched off to go around her hips, it hugged her so closely between her ass cheeks that he wouldn't have been able to see it at all if he was looking at her from the side. But he wasn't. From directly behind her, he got a perfect view of her crowd-drawing ass. He reached his other hoof up and rubbed the soft, supple bulge in her panties. Her breath hiked as she felt the contact, and he could feel her wetness already beginning to seep through the thin cloth.
“M-master, I can't!” Her tail clamped back down, blocking his view and pushing his hoof away from her pussy. “It's only for Mistress!”
“Raise your tail,” he told her.
With a whimper, she lifted up her tail, again showing him everything. Her pussy winked inside the panties, making her mound visibly twitch underneath the fabric as it began turning a darker, damper shade of purple.
With both hooves now, he explored her delicious rump and her curvy flanks. He traced up and down her legs enjoying the transition between the soft fur of her cheeks and the silky-smooth sock just beneath. With his other hoof, he grabbed a generous portion of the showpony's ass cheek, eliciting a little moan, and then he slid it over her soaking panties, down between her legs, which she spread a little farther apart to allow his hoof in easily. The front of her panties covered half her teats, its hem stopping just above her nipples, but the fabric was so thin and silky he could feel them perfectly through it. He massaged her shapely teats, reveling in the feel of her nipples through the panties and the soft, warm skin of the upper half of her teats, which bulged out beyond them.
Trixie was breathing heavily now. “Master, are you going to... Are you going to fuck Trixie?”
He stroked her pussy through the soaked panties. “Maybe if you're really good.”
That earned a slight whimper, and her pussy winked fervidly under his hoof, as if begging to be set free and then filled.
When he pulled back from her and sat on the bed, she whimpered again. Her tail quivered high above her rump. But she'd soon get what she wanted – he just wasn't going to waste this kind of opportunity by rushing it. They had all night, after all. “First, give me a striptease. The better you are, the sooner I'll give you what you want.”
She was up in an instant, but just as she began to strike an alluring pose in front of him, she froze in place. Her eyes were locked onto his cock, which jutted proudly up in front of him as he sat on the bed. She licked her lips.
“Go on, dance for me, and maybe I'll let you.”
His command broke through to her – possibly because it worked through her enchantment – and she began dancing for him. At first, she kept herself mostly hidden behind her hat and cape as she moved her body underneath them, only occasionally giving him titillating glances ... but she soon started getting bolder, letting her cape slide across her flanks and showing him the waistline of her panties, pulling the cape tight against herself so the outline of her curves showed through it, standing up on her hind legs as she writhed and covering her Twilight Sparkle panties with her hooves. The hat was the first thing to go, flung up on a hook as she spun with a dramatic flourish.
“You're really good at this,” Tender said as she began to unclasp her cape. “You've done it before, haven't you?”
Trixie had turned away from him, shimmying her cape back and forth as she began to take it off. She looked back at him with an odd little smile, blushed, and then went back to dancing. Her cape slid over her body, slowly lowering, its clasp held in Trixie's magic. It caught on her tail for a moment, but then sprung free, dropping almost instantly to show off her amazing ass and those purple panties again. His cock twitched at the sight.
As she danced again – discreetly hanging the cape up on a peg with her magic – she worked her way closer and closer to Tender. Oh, the way she moved those hips of hers! It was like she was made of pure sex and just wanted to let it flow out from her ... or maybe into her. She went low down to the floor, only to slowly slide up his body. Her cheek bumped against the side of his cock as her belly slid up over his legs. As she went higher, she almost ran her tongue up his chest, and she ended up nuzzling against the crook of his neck, her warm breath tickling the hairs there. Her soft, fuzzy belly was pressed against his cock. “You want to see it, don't you?” she said. “You want Trixie to take these panties off...”
“I, uh...” Tender felt hot, almost sweaty. He let his hooves trace up Trixie's legs, up the sides of her ass, to rest on her hips as she straddled his hind legs. “Yeah, I do!”
Grinning in a self-satisfied way only Trixie could, she pulled back from him a little, standing up and showing off her long, smooth belly. The tops of her teats showed above the hem of her panties, with just a little cleavage between them. Slowly, teasingly, she used her magic to pull that hem down. The glowing fabric slid; first one nipple popped free, then the other. Trixie watched him smugly as he stared, slowly lowering the front of her panties even more, until she'd entirely exposed her supple blue teats.
As Trixie kept pulling her panties lower, Tender couldn't help himself. Trixie's teats looked way fuller and softer than Apple Bloom's. He had to touch them, to find out what they felt like. Just as Trixie lowered her panties enough to show a little hint of her pussy, Tender lost the last scraps of his self-control and touched her lovely teats.
Only for a moment, though. The instant he touched her, she snapped the panties back into place and jumped off his lap. “No no no,” she said. “Not yet. Trixie is going to toy with you a little more before she—”
“Take the panties off.”
Trixie gasped at the enchantment's effect on her ... and then she shivered. She did, however, spin around before beginning to pull them down, letting him watch the thin strip of fabric slide down her ass. She rocked her hips side to side as she exposed herself, showing him how those gorgeous ass cheeks of hers could move. Before long, the panties slipped down her legs onto the floor – where her magic quickly whisked them away to a safe place, up on a shelf above her bed.
Tender stared, almost drooling, at Trixie's glistening-wet, winking pussy. She was backing up toward him as she danced now, giving him a closer and closer look at the treasure she'd been hiding under her cape and under her tail.
Trixie's pussy was a little small for her size, but it was smooth and shapely, tiny at the top and curving out to flare wider at the bottom. More importantly, it was backing up closer and closer to Tender's cock as Trixie danced backward toward him, her hips swaying and her tail swishing back and forth. He stopped breathing when her back legs touched the inside of his thighs. She was so close now. If she backed up any farther, the tip of his cock would be rubbing against her teats as she rolled her hips back and forth. Her pussy winked at him and dripped a little. He could just reach out and touch it...
Would she dart away and rebuke him again if he did? Would that even matter? He could always tell her to come back... He raised his hoof to do so, but she pulled away just before he touched her there. Probably not even trying to – she couldn't have known he was reaching for her; she was looking away.
Trixie turned around and slid her belly against him again, sliding over him and not being shy about rubbing his cock. She even reached down and stroked it a couple times. His hooves grew even more free with her, stroking her back and her sides, brushing over her flanks.
Pulling closer to him, Trixie rose upward a little. His cock pressed in between her teats ... and then she slid a little more, and he felt her warm wetness just above his sheath. The feeling of it made him squirm, made his breath catch in his throat. Sure, he was already doing all kinds of things with Trixie, but to actually feel her pussy against his cock ... that took it to another level and made it seem so much more real. Somehow, everything before that felt like some kind of sexy game, but that soft, slick touch against the base of his shaft suddenly solidified the idea in his mind that he might actually be inside Trixie soon.
With one sock-covered hoof, Trixie held his cock against her belly as she gently humped against him, rubbing it along the soft fur of her underbelly, between her teats, and rubbing her pussy against his base. She came in as if to kiss him, but he turned his head at the last moment. Instead, she kissed his cheek, nuzzled his neck, and came up to whisper in his ear, “What's the matter? Doesn't Master want to kiss his submissive and sexy slave? Are you worried about little old Apple Bloom? Well, if you don't want kisses, what about...” She lifted her hips upward, sliding her pussy up his shaft, spreading her juices almost all the way up to his tip. “... This!” Her pussy winked against his cock, kissing it and begging for it to find its way into her.
Before he could collect his thoughts enough for an answer, she got off of him and turned herself around. Now she rubbed her ass up against him, stroking her pussy up and down his cock as it slid between her cheeks. “Trixie knew you didn't have what it takes to please a real mare. Maybe you should go back to your filly and beg her to—”
“Freeze.”
Trixie obeyed, freezing in place exactly where she was, her ass stuck out and pressing against his cock. Her hooves trembled with the effort of keeping herself perfectly still in the difficult position. Or maybe she was trembling in anticipation of what he was about to do to her. Her feverishly winking pussy suggested the latter, but the strain in her breaths suggested the former.
“Stay right there,” he told her. Tender pulled back just enough to line his tip up with her pussy, smearing it in her hot juices. Even though she was otherwise perfectly still, her tail twitched and spasmed ... even the enchantment couldn't give her enough self-control to stop that. “Now, do you want it?”
“Ugh, don't play games with Trixie, colt! If she wanted to—”
“Tell me the truth: do you want my cock inside you?”
Trixie gulped, and she squeaked out a tiny “Yes...”
“I don't know...” He teased his tip across her entrance, eliciting a flurry of winks as her pussy desperately tried to let him slide in. “That didn't sound very convincing. I'm not sure you really want it very much. Maybe I should just go over to Apple Bloom's house...”
Trixie let out a strangled moan. “Enough! I can't take it anymore! Just fuck me already!”
“Is that how you speak to your master? No. I want you to beg for it.”
“If you think the Great and Powerful Trixie is going to belittle herself to some small-town colt with delusions of—”
“Beg for it.”
She started quietly at first. “Please, Master, I didn't mean what I was saying before. Please put it inside me.” But her pleading soon grew more intense. “Oh please! Oh please! The submissive and sexy Trixie needs this so badly! She's going to collapse if she doesn't have your cock inside her! Please give it to me! Please!”
“Like this?” Tender nudged forward just slightly. His tip pressed against her entrance, spreading her lips open a little. She was so warm inside ... he could already feel it, and he wasn't quite inside her yet.
“Yes! Yes! Oh please, please give it to Trixie! Give her all of it, fill her with every inch of your glorious cock! She needs it so badly! Oh please yes!”
He pressed a little more, and with a slight pop, the broad tip of his cock slipped just a little bit inside her pussy.
Trixie gasped. “Oh yes! Yes, Master! Please make Trixie your mare! I'll do anything for you!”
But Tender stayed right there, only letting himself slide a tiny bit farther in. She was tight, tighter than he would have expected, somehow tighter than Apple Bloom, even Apple Bloom's first time. And warm, so warm. Every time her pussy lips winked around the top of his shaft, he felt a fresh wave of hot juices wash over his tip.
He wasn't done messing with her yet, though... Without any warning, he pulled out of her, leaving her empty and winking, her pussy dribbling down onto her lavender socks.
Trixie moaned pitifully. “Master?”
Tender had never really gotten a blow job before. The idea of it always disgusted Apple Bloom, even though he'd been fascinated by the idea ever since he saw pictures of it in those magazines his dad hid under the bed. “You can have this, but you have to suck it first.”
That must have been close enough to a command to work, because she was finally unfrozen. Without wasting even a moment, she whirled around, got down on the floor, and held his cock with both sock-covered hooves. Moaning slightly to herself, she pressed her lips against his tip, spreading her own juices over her mouth as she opened up and let it slip inside.
Tender watched Trixie's beautiful face in rapt attention as she wrapped her lips around his shaft, beginning to bob up and down as her silky hooves stroked the rest of his length. Each time she went down, she went a little deeper, taking a little more of him inside. It wasn't quite as warm and soft as her pussy, but she definitely knew what she was doing. Her tongue slathered him in slow circles as she took him deeper and deeper. His heart nearly stopped when she looked up at him with her oh-so-innocent violet eyes.
After just a few moments of taking the top of his shaft into her mouth, she pulled it back out and started licking up and down instead, stroking her tongue over his most sensitive places. She lavished herself on him, kissing and slurping all along his shaft, hugging his cock against her cheek as she pumped it with her soft, sock-covered hooves.
When she made her way all the way down to his sheath, she didn't stop there. She traced her tongue around the rim of it, and then went lower still, planting warm, sloppy kisses on his smooth balls, all while her hooves kept on stroking him. He gasped at the new sensation. He'd never even dreamed of any mare doing that to him, but it felt, it felt...
“Do you like it, Master?” she said, her nose still nuzzling his sack.
“I, um—” He choked on his words as he felt her warm tongue on him again, tracing up the cleft between his balls. It tickled and tingled, but in the best possible way. “Yes!” he finally managed to squeak out.
Humming to herself in satisfaction, Trixie slathered just a little bit more love on his balls before working her way up again. He shuddered as her lips slid higher and higher on his cock. When she reached the top, she took it fully inside again, without the slightest hesitation. The attention she'd paid to his shaft and his balls had been electrifying, but it couldn't match the utter satisfaction of having his tip deep inside her warm, welcoming mouth.
Tender groaned as Trixie began fellating him in earnest, slurping her tongue over him as she gulped down his cock over and over again. Each time, she went just a little bit deeper, and the deeper she went, the better it felt. As his tip began to enter her throat, he could feel the amazing softness there, and he wanted more. He grabbed her horn with his hoof and began helping her go just a little deeper.
Trixie's eyes went wide. She yanked herself up off of him, glaring up at his face. “Hey! Take it easy! You can't treat the Great and Powerful Trixie like some—”
“Like some kind of sex slave?” Tender grinned.
“Oh no. You wouldn't dare...”
Reaching forward, he grabbed her horn again, pulling her closer. She resisted, but he managed to get her close enough to boop the tip of his cock against her nose. She turned her head, and it slid across her cheek, spreading a little of her own spit over her face.
“Trixie...”
She glared at him, his cock pushing her cheek up against her infuriated eye. But her tail was twitching like mad, and a little puddle of her juices was forming between her hind legs.
“Take it deeper – all the way down.”
“You can't do this to Trixie! I'm— Mmph!” His cock filled her mouth, leaving her with only slurping sounds as she bobbed up and down on him more eagerly, more purposefully than before. She took him recklessly deeper, quickly sliding his shaft into her throat and standing up on all four legs so she could get the angle right.
Tender grunted in satisfaction as he watched more and more of his cock disappear between the showmare's lips. Now when she looked up at him, her eyes weren't innocent. They pleaded with him with some strange mix of 'Please make it stop!' and 'Please give me more!' He was bathed in her warm spit as his cock went deeper and deeper. His medial ring disappeared inside her mouth, and he reached down to stroke her mane.
She was halfway between his medial ring and his base when she started to gag, but Tender didn't rescind his command. Her only option was to keep going as her throat convulsed around the cock deep inside it.
Only when she finally pressed her lips up against the rim of his sheath did he release her: “Okay, good job. You can stop now.”
Trixie yanked her mouth off of his cock, and she sucked in deep breaths as gooey strands of spit dripped down. She'd barely caught her breath when she dove down on him again, taking most of his length back inside her throat in one rough shove.
Tender gasped at the unexpected pleasure. He brushed her mane out of her face as she threw herself down on him again and again. “Trixie ... you don't have to do that. I mean...”
She went all the way down again, swallowing him to the hilt, and one of her hooves came up to gently massage his balls as she choked on his cock. Now there was no mistaking the pleading look in her tear-filled eyes: 'Please give me your cum!'
It was tempting, but Tender wasn't ready to be done yet. “Give me your pussy,” he told her.
In a flash, Trixie's mouth was off of his cock. She took just a moment to wipe her mouth and eyes with a swipe of her sock-covered hoof, and then she was climbing up onto his lap.
Tender looked down in awe at Trixie's spectacular body, at her lithe belly and her just-plump-enough teats. Trixie's tingling magic enveloped his cock, guiding it up between her legs as she sat down on his lap. This time, she didn't give him the opportunity to tease her. She planted her dripping pussy right onto the tip of his cock and let herself slide downward.
Her hot, tight pussy enveloped his cock. Tender couldn't breathe as he felt himself sliding into only the second pussy he'd ever had. She was so wet she didn't have to go up and down at all, just slowly glide down his shaft, letting more and more of it inside her, and she was so warm Tender thought he'd found a little piece of heaven.
Trixie didn't stop until her hips met his, taking his cock all the way inside her steamy depths. Once there, though, she did stop for a moment, just reveling in the sensation of being filled. She wrapped her front hooves around the back of his neck, pressing him against her chest.
Tender was the first to start moving, just a little at first, but Trixie soon joined in. She caught his rhythm easily and started bucking her hips back and forth at the same pace ... but with a lot more energy. He leaned back and let her do the work as she rode his cock, contenting himself with running his hooves along her beautiful body. Her velvety legs, her voluptuous ass, her thick thighs ... when he got to her teats, he reveled in the supple softness and the hard, excited nipples poking against him. But his eyes shot open in shock when he felt her belly. There was the lithe smoothness he'd expected, the little dimple of her belly button ... but just below that, he felt a slight bump pulsing in and out with her every movement. It took him a little while to realize that was the tip of his cock, moving back and forth inside her as she rocked her hips.
Trixie held onto his withers as she moved, and she moaned as she finally had free rein to give herself what she wanted. Her pussy churned around his cock, barely letting any of it slide out as she rocked her hips back and forth. Her winking clit kissed the edge of his sheath, and a steady trickle of her warm juices dribbled down his shaft and onto his balls.
Tender did his best to hold himself in place as she rode him faster and harder. He was still trying to process the fact that the 'world famous' showmare was riding his cock ... and loving it.
Her eyes squeezed shut, and her breath coming in sharp gasps, Trixie used her magic. It wasn't immediately obvious what she was doing, until Tender saw the slight blue glow down around her clit. “Master!” she said. “I'm— I'm close!”
He'd never seen anything sexier in his life. “Cum for me,” he said, watching her intently.
Instantly, Trixie froze in place, her pussy clenching around his cock. A warm wash of her juices flowed down over him as she shuddered in place, her belly convulsing as she squeezed him tight.
Did her enchantment work for that, too? Or was it only a coincidence? She had already been close to getting off anyway. Tender wondered, stroking the back of her mane as she shook, then as she slowly caught her breath.
Trixie leaned back just a little and looked into his eyes. There was no mistaking the tired, satisfied grin on her face for anything but post-orgasmic bliss. Slowly, she began moving her hips again. She was buttery soft on the inside now, completely relaxed, and she could move so smoothly...
But Tender wanted to find just how much the enchantment could do. “Cum again.”
Trixie stopped. Her eyes shot open wide, and she stared at him, mouth gaping. A moment later, her pussy squeezed around his cock again, and she squealed out her pleasure and shock loud enough for half of Ponyville to hear it.
As soon as her muscles stopped convulsing, she collapsed against him, resting her head on his shoulder and panting for breath. Her legs twitched, and her fur began dampening with a slight sheen of sweat. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” she slipped in between gasps for air. “How did you...?” She shuddered again, in a little aftershock. “What did you do to Trixie?”
“Seriously? Your 'Mistress' has never done that with you?”
Trixie shook her head slightly, which made her mane rub against the side of his head.
“Well, then, why not a little more? Trixie, cu—”
“No more! No more!” Her hooves clenched around his back. “Please! Trixie needs to breathe.”
“Oh...” He patted her back with his hoof, and he felt her pussy still clenching and un-clenching a little around his cock. “Well, in that case, why don't you work on cleaning up the mess you made on my lap, okay?”
Trixie instantly moved to do as he said, even though it might not have been enough of a command to trigger her enchantment. But she couldn't quite do it. She rose up a little, and then her trembling legs gave out, dropping her back onto his cock and making her gasp. Her pussy clenched again, and then her body melted against his. She held him tight, inside and out, as she soaked in the feeling of his cock once again filling her.
When she kissed him, his eyes shot open wide. He wasn't expecting it at all, to feel her soft, pretty lips against his. He was stunned into not knowing what to do at first, but when she opened her mouth a little, he gave her his tongue and began making out with her in earnest, holding the back of her mane as she slowly began to move on his cock again, sending the pleasure of her warm inner walls shooting through him.
She pulled away from the kiss and smiled at him enigmatically, still slowly moving her hips a little. “Do you still want Trixie to clean you up?”
Tender nodded enthusiastically.
Pressing herself particularly hard against his lap, taking his cock just a little deeper, she moaned and leaned in close so she could whisper into his ear, “No, not like that, Master. Order Trixie to do it. Make the Great and Powerful Trixie your helpless slave.”
Oh, this one had issues, Tender was sure. That didn't stop him from reaching a hoof down and grabbing her ass, though.
She wiggled her rump against his lap and whimpered. “Please, stop teasing!”
Tender hadn't intended to tease her with the delay ... he'd just wanted to feel her juicy ass cheeks again. But now that she brought the idea up... “Are you ... telling me what to do? I'm supposed to be the one giving commands here.”
“Well, then give them!” Trixie pulled back a little to look pleadingly into his eyes.
He just sat still and grinned at her, enjoying the feeling of her pussy twitching on his cock.
“Master!”
“What's the magic word?”
“Please, Master!”
He smiled. “Trixie, get off of me and then lick me clean. Clean up the mess you made on my balls.”
At first, from the way she moaned and shuddered, he thought Trixie might have misinterpreted the part where he said 'get off' ... but a moment later, she was getting up, letting the wet length of his cock slide out from between her hind legs and rushing to kneel down in front of his spot on the bed. She moved like an automaton, obviously just letting herself drift and allowing the enchantment to take total control of her actions. It forced her muzzle right up into his crotch, where she dutifully licked his balls with slow, firm strokes of her tongue. Despite the seeming unwillingness of her actions, though, she hummed and moaned to herself like she was in the utmost bliss – it was almost too quiet to hear, but he felt the soft vibrations of her voice through his balls giving him even more tingling pleasure.
“Clean up my dick, too,” he told her. The attention to his balls was electrifying and invigorating, but it wasn't like the heady pleasure of having her service his cock ... which was feeling cold and lonely right about now, neglected and with her juices slowly drying on it.
Trixie moved up instantly, sliding her tongue slowly along the underside of his cock, looking knowingly up into his eyes as she made her way up to the tip. She teased him a little by pressing her lips against the top, spreading them open and almost taking him into her mouth, but then she worked her way back down, licking the left side, then back up along the right side, dutifully licking him clean as she'd been told to do.
And she was looking all too confident about it. As much as he was enjoying her tongue, it was time to put her back in her place. “Trixie, turn around and present yourself to me. Ass up, and face on the floor.”
The command caught her totally unaware, and she stopped for a moment, her eyes blank and her outstretched tongue still held against the tip of his cock. The enchantment only gave her that moment, though. It forced her to do exactly as she was told, turning away from him, planting her face on the floor and sticking her ass up, her tail raised high above and her pussy ready for the taking.
Tender came up behind her, but he didn't mount her immediately, as much as his throbbing cock wanted him to. He instead traced the tip of his hoof up Trixie's soaked inner thigh, and farther up, enjoying the fine curves of her ass, but never quite touching her madly-winking pussy.
“M-master?” She turned her head – still keeping her face on the floor – to look back at him.
“Yes, Trixie?”
“You aren't going to finish inside ... are you? Trixie is great and powerful, but she isn't ready for the responsibility of a—”
He touched her pussy, making her gasp and making her eyes lose focus. It winked again, and a gooey-clear strand of her wetness connected his hoof to her slit for a little as he pulled away. “Don't worry. I won't.” Applebloom always made him squirt his load into the dirt or into a rag, whichever was handy. But with Trixie... With Trixie, he could do something more interesting, something only the lewdest of those magazines had shown. “When I say I'm close, you get out from under me, turn around, and take me as deep as you can inside your throat again. Once it starts squirting, pull it out and take it on your face. I want to see it.”
“Yes, Master,” Trixie said, her pussy winking again.
Tender gave her ass one more appreciative squeeze, then hopped up with his front legs, beginning to mount the showmare.
She moaned a little when she felt the weight of his chest on her rump, and she gasped when she felt the tip of his cock prod against her pussy lips. Her slit winked open, welcoming him inside, but when he thrust forward, his cock slid down between her legs, against her teats.
Trixie's pussy winked feverishly from the stimulation and the anticipation of that near-miss. Her silky juices dribbled down onto the top of his shaft as he pulled back for another try.
This time, Trixie's tingling magic took hold of his shaft and helped guide him to just the right spot. Her pussy winked open again, and she pressed back against him. His tip, already beginning to flare wider, stretched her entrance on the way in, making her moan as he began short, slow thrusts, each one going deeper than the one before. Rather than letting her magic dissipate, she instead used it on her own clit again.
Each little thrust brought Tender deeper and deeper into the warm heaven that was Trixie's pussy. This position finally let him take her exactly as he wanted to, thoroughly enjoying every inch of her soft tightness. The angle of her back let her pussy swallow his length in perfect comfort, and her trembling, upturned ass cheeks slid against the side of his cock as he fed more and more of it into her.
Finally, after what felt like it took far longer than it should and yet not as long as he would have liked, his thighs bumped up against her ass. Her tail was pinned under his belly, and every last bit of his cock was hidden inside her eagerly winking pussy. His balls pressed comfortably against her inner thighs. Goddess, this felt so perfect! As he began slowly moving, pulling out and pushing back in, every little part of his cock was adoringly caressed by her slippery-soft inner walls.
Trixie's breaths came in the same rhythm as his motions, with a little “unf” at the end, each time he bottomed out inside her. She pressed back against his thrusts, not giving in at all, letting him give her everything he had, squeezing against him to get as much of his cock inside her as she could.
As he increased his pace, though, Trixie grew less controlled. She was barely able to gasp in any breath at all, and she just constantly pushed back against his crotch, bouncing forward and backward every time his hips slapped against her ass.
“Master!” Trixie cried out through clenched teeth. “Master, I'm—” She squealed, freezing in place as her pussy clenched down around his shaft, making it almost impossible for him to move.
Tender held tight onto her flanks as her body twitched and spasmed underneath him. He felt his own orgasm coming on to match hers as her pussy milked him. His tip flared out wide, ready to lock his cum deep inside her. But he held himself back – just barely. He knew that there was no way he'd be able to pull his flared tip out of her while she was squeezing down on him like this, and he was even less prepared for parenthood than Trixie was.
The moment her pussy relaxed, though, he gave the word: “Trixie, I'm close!”
Trixie wasted no time. She yanked herself out from underneath him, almost painfully fast, and before Tender's front hooves even touched the floor, she was under his belly again, somehow squeezing his flared cock into her mouth and down her throat. Gagging instantly on the much-wider girth, she nonetheless swallowed every bit of his length, aided by her own juices that still clung to him.
He rested his hooves on her lower back and shamelessly fucked the Great and Powerful Trixie's face. Normally, he'd never think to treat any mare like this, and even if he did, he'd be too shy to ask. But he'd gone too far to turn back now. He couldn't help himself.
Luckily for Trixie's ability to breathe, the tightness of her throat and the glurping sounds of her struggling with the shaft inside it quickly brought Tender Taps to his climax. As soon as the first thick jet of cum shot down into her gullet, she did what she was ordered to do: she slid his cock out of her mouth and held it in front of her face with her magic, waiting for the approaching gushes of cum.
Tender groaned, his limbs trembling as he began to unload himself onto Trixie's waiting face. So caught up in the moment, he almost forgot to look down at her and watch. By the time he leaned back far enough to see, Trixie already had two thick ribbons of cum draped across her muzzle and her horn. Her mouth gaped open as she gasped for breath, a mix of her spit and her own pussy juices dripping from her outstretched tongue. As the next pulse splattered onto her, that soon wasn't the only thing dripping from her tongue. More and more came, thick white ropes plastering themselves against her face, forcing one eye shut, pooling inside her open mouth, and Trixie willingly – almost eagerly – took every last bit of it.
As the spurts died down to the last little dribbles, Trixie wrapped her lips around his flare, gently suckling and coaxing the final drops of his orgasm into her mouth.
She deserved a reward for that, didn't she? Tender smiled down at her. “Trixie, cum.”
“Mmmm!” Trixie's whole body jerked as Tender got off of her and sat back down on the bed. He watched, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the unexpected orgasm plowing through Trixie's mind and body. She clamped her lips shut and held her sock-covered hoof against her mouth, but she couldn't hold it back. She cried out into her hoof, forcing his cum out of her mouth, where it splattered against her hoof and back against her muzzle. Thick tendrils of it draped between her hoof and her nose when she pulled her hoof away, panting and dazedly looking up at the ceiling. That sock was going to be very, very stained now.
When she finally caught her breath again, her horn lit up. A rag, glowing in her magic, pulled itself out of a drawer and floated toward her.
“No,” he said. When she looked at him quizzically, he swatted the rag out of the air. It landed in a corner of the wagon. “Swallow all of it.”
A slight sound of disgust and disdain escaped her, but she couldn’t help but do what he said. First, she swallowed what little remained in her mouth, then she licked her sock clean, pulled it off, and began using her naked hoof to wipe his cum into her mouth. The whole time, she glared at him, but he just smiled back until she'd cleaned every last drop off herself.
She looked over at him and forcibly swallowed the sticky goo one last time. “Ugh, there. Trixie has finished it.”
“No you haven't.”
“Yes I—”
“Lick it off the floor, too.”
Trixie's eyes went wide. “You can't be serious! The Great and Powerful Trixie isn't some—” Her tongue planted itself against the messy floorboards a moment later, licking up any stray drops of white she could find.
“Isn't some kind of sex slave? Isn't some kind of dirty slut who will do anything her master tells her to?” He laughed a little, for effect, not because he actually thought it was all that funny. “That's exactly what Trixie is.” Wait ... why was he talking about her in the third person now? Was it contagious?
When she finished with the floor, she glared up at him. “There. Done.” She grimaced and softly added, “Trixie wishes she hadn't procrastinated about sweeping her floor this morning.”
“Not quite done,” he told her. “Come over here and clean up this last little spot.” He pointed to his limp, half-shrunken cock lying against his thigh and the little bead of white that was oozing from the tip of it.
She crawled over to him and dutifully licked up that last little drop.
The moment she looked back up at his face, he impulsively decided to reward her. “Trixie, cum again.”
The showmare moaned deeply and collapsed against his lap, her whole body trembling as she clutched onto his hind legs with her hooves. A fresh wave of mare cum splattered onto her freshly-cleaned floor, and Trixie looked up at him, her eyes wide in some mix of desperation and utter bliss. It went on ceaselessly, for much longer than he'd thought a mare could. Every time he thought she'd finally relaxed, another wave hit her and she convulsed all over again.
Eventually, she did relax, though. Utterly. She deflated against his legs, flopping against him as if she was completely boneless. Her face pushed up against his limp cock, which draped across her muzzle and blocked his view of one eye, but she made no move to change that. Maybe she didn't mind it there ... or maybe she was just too worn out to do anything about it.
Even though seeing her like that had nudged him a little closer to having another erection, it wasn't until long after Tender's cock had fully retreated back into its sheath that Trixie finally showed some signs of life.
She first just twitched a little, but soon she was standing up – a little woozily – and beginning to take off the other three socks.
Tender watched her pull the back two socks off, his cock bulging out of his sheath just a little bit at the sight, even though he was pretty sure he didn't have another round in him. Not after how thoroughly she'd emptied him.
“You secretly enjoyed it when I told you to clean the floor, didn't you?”
“What?” She tossed her head, flicking her mane away from her eyes. “Don't be ridiculous, you perverted little—”
“Tell me the truth: Did you enjoy cleaning my cum off the floor?”
She twitched. “Mmm— Yes! Oh sweet Celestia, yes! Even Mistress has never degraded Trixie like that, and Trixie has never had an orgasm as amazing as the one that came after! Never!” She covered her mouth with both hooves, but it was too late. He already knew her secret now, and he could only grin at her as she blushed furiously.
When she'd put all four soiled socks into her little laundry basket, Trixie looked over her shoulder at him. “Well, are you going to make more unseemly demands, or is Trixie finally done?”
If he was supposed to feel shame at that, it didn't work. “For today, sure.”
“What do you mean, 'for today'?” She whirled around to face him. One of her eyes was twitching.
“Go out and find another mare to share me with, and bring her back here by this time tomorrow.”
She gasped and took a step back. “How the heck is Trixie supposed to do that? The enchantment doesn't work on anypony else!”
“Not my problem.” He absently twirled a bit of his mane with his hoof. But then he looked up at where she'd put the Twilight Sparkle-emblazoned panties away. “But I'm sure you'll think of something.”
Trixie got his hint, obviously. He was hardly being subtle with that pointed glance of his. But the thought of Twilight Sparkle gave her a wonderful idea for a little revenge. Twilight was still a mare, so she would satisfy Tender Tap's orders and the enchantment's compulsion to follow them, but what Tender probably didn't know was something that only a pony who addressed Twilight Sparkle as 'Mistress' would know: the ascension to being an alicorn had given Twilight more than just wings. Something she normally kept carefully hidden. The Princess of Friendship, Trixie's mistress, also sported a breathtakingly lovely purple cock, one so big that it would put this teenage colt to shame.
Trixie grinned back at him, taking on her more-accustomed look of smug superiority. “Yes, Master. Trixie will think of something.”
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