One of Shining Armor’s days off found him wandering around Canterlot all by his lonesome.

The last few weeks had been rather hectic, with Sunset’s heat, that encounter with Rainbow Dash, the return of Cadance, and so on. Knowing his luck, that was far from the last uneventful thing that was going to happen to him, so days like today were more than welcome.

Sunset and Twilight had both gone with Princess Celestia to San Franciscolt for some apprentice business, leaving him here, and Cadance in charge of the castle. And with Cadance in charge of the castle, she was kept busy, meaning that Shining Armor’s free days had to be spent alone.

It wasn’t terribly often that he got an afternoon on the town these days. Which meant he was looking forward to enjoying himself immensely.

The day started off well enough. He had gotten breakfast at Donut Joe’s, just like old times. Future Shining was probably going to be puking them up during training tomorrow, but that was Future Shining’s problem.

As he trotted about the streets of Lower Canterlot, licking the leftover glaze from his right hoof, he found one of the many posting boards around the city. He needed something to do, and this was probably the place to find it.

As he took his place next to the several ponies looking at the large board, stuck on a random street stand, the multitude of multicolored bulletins all stood out to him. There was a hoofball game that afternoon at Canterlot Stadium. There was an advert for a Wonderbolt Tryout at the Derby Grounds in a few days’ time. There was even some kind of poster with a giant black equal sign talking about something to do with cutie marks and equalization, but it was just so poorly organized and dull that Shining ignored it almost immediately.

But crammed away in a corner, on a crumpled sheet of paper, pinned to the wall, and depicting a poorly-drawn stick pony with a blue triangle on its back and some kind of hat…? Whatever it was, it got his attention.

“‘Scuse me,” he said, squeezing his way through the crowd until he made it to the corner of the board.

COME ONE, COME ALL! TRIXIE’S MAGIC SHOW! 12:00 PM AT CANTERLOT PUBLIC PARK

A magic show, eh? Sounds interesting, he smiled. He hadn’t been to see a proper magician in years. Not since Twily was little.

With a relaxed, sigh, he pushed his way back through the crowd and started a leisurely trot toward the park. It was only about 11:15 now. Maybe he’d get to see who this Trixie was.

Rather surprisingly, as he trotted into the large expanse of grass, trees, sidewalks, and stone fencing, the park was almost completely devoid of ponies. Which on a Saturday was almost unheard of.

Frowning, Shining trotted into the park, searching for this “Trixie” mare. It seemed likely she was at the stage, preparing for her show. The signs pointed to a rather underused corner of the park, over a hill, past a grove of trees, and toward the west end. Said stage was a simple wooden construction, with a backdrop hanger, curtains, some simple flood lights controlled by a switch box on the side, and a few seats for an audience. What wasn’t a part of the usual arrangement was a large wooden dais that had been put up, with several magical props sitting around.

There was a top hat, a small black wand, the box that undoubtedly contained the dummy legs for the “Saw a Pony In Half” trick, several decks of cards, and a long cloth.

But on the stage, currently pacing and apparently hyperventilating, was a light blue mare, with pale blue, almost white mane.

“Okay, Trixie,” Shining could hear her saying to herself. “It’s just some m-minor stage fright. That’s all. Y-you’re going to nail this show. And then you’ll go on to be the best magician in all of Canterlot!”

Despite her mantra, she didn’t seem to be getting any more confident. Nor did the seats seem to be filling. But then again, it was only 11:20.

“Are you Trixie?” Shining strode forward.

“GAH!” the blue mare leapt about a mile in the air, twisting and turning in an attempt to see who was talking to her.

Reflexively, Shining’s horn glowed pink and the flailing mare was caught in his aura, allowing her to straighten up, regain her composure, and be lowered to the ground.

“Th-thanks,” the mare said, bowing her head as her cheeks went very pink.

“No problem,” Shining smiled politely at her. “Are you Trixie?”

“I… I am, yes,” Trixie nodded. “I guess you are here for the m-magic show?”

“I am, yeah,” he smiled politely. Taking the opportunity to look around, he noticed that the stage wasn’t even close to being set up yet. The show wasn’t supposed to start for a while, but wasn’t there supposed to be a lot more equipment set up than this?

“Sorry about the mess,” she apologized, her head sinking. “I, uhh… it’s hard to set up by myself.”

“No problem,” Shining smiled encouragingly at her. “I can probably help you out, if you’d like.”

The mare brightened. “Y-you would?”

“Sure!” Shining nodded. “What needs to go where?”

“W-well,” that seemed to just confuse Trixie more, as though she didn’t know what needed to go where first, but it didn’t take her long to order her thoughts.

“L-let’s start with the lighting,” she said.

With that, it was almost like doing several inane tasks for Sergeant Grit. However, these could all be performed by one stallion, and his “sergeant” was considerably more nervous about the whole affair. She had him hang special fixtures from the lip of the overhead cover, which she explained would add some pizzazz to her spells when she fired them off. She had him prepare several fireworks fixtures to go on her command. She even had him prepare several typical magician’s tools, such as vanishing cabinets and the “Saw a Pony In Half” box.

It didn’t take long before the stage had taken shape and the curtain had been closed. And not a moment too soon. Apparently several ponies had seen her advertisements, and now there were several of them eagerly awaiting the show. There were several foals, but just as many adults, probably parents taking these foals to see this show.

Meanwhile, inside, Trixie was panicking.

“Everything okay over there?” Shining asked as he finished peeking outside and turned to see her hyperventilating.

“No everything is not okay!” she snapped, eyes wide. “I d-didn’t prepare for this many! I was expecting maybe one or two, not twenty-seven!”

“Trixie, calm down,” Shining instructed, kneeling down in front of her, just as he had done for Twilight many times during her own episodes. “Take a deep breath, okay? In… and out. Just like that. Now again.”

Little by little, Trixie got herself back under control, though she still seemed to be a bit terrified.

“Wh-what if I mess up? My magician career will be over on my very first performance,” she whined, burying her face in her hooves.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Shining ordered, feeling his own inner drill sergeant start to shine through. “Trixie, stand up.”

Perhaps it was the bark of his order, but she complied immediately, seeming to forget all of her fear to stare up at him in surprise.

“Repeat after me, okay?”

Trixie nodded weakly.

“‘I am great.’”

“I… I am great.’”

“‘I am powerful.’”

“I am powerful.”

“‘I can do this.’”

“I can do this!” she seemed to be gaining confidence at each syllable.

“Say it again,” Shining ordered, internally pleased at the progress.

“I am great. I am powerful! I can do this!” she recited.

“One more time,” Shining grinned, and Trixie grinned right back. “Maybe in third-pony!”

“Trixie is great! Trixie is powerful!” she was shouting now, her voice no doubt carrying beyond the curtain outside, which had gone rather quiet. “Trixie will do this!”

At once, Shining threw the lever that opened the curtains, and the lights shown down. But rather than shine down on a timid mare with no idea what she was doing, the lights shone down on a mare that oozed confidence, who had conjured a cape and a hat, both covered with stars, and was staring at the audience with the smug sort of swagger of a performer, ready to wow their audience.

“Behold, the Grrrrreat and Powerful Trrrrrrixie!” she shouted, horn glowing pink and fireworks going off to the side.

“The trills were a bit much there,” Shining couldn’t help but observe of her new moniker.

“Are you ponies ready for the show of your lifetimes!?” she asked, throwing her cape aside and revealing her, ready to go.

The audience cheered in response, which seemed to only add to her confidence.

And it was a downhill coast from there. Trixie seemed to be the type of pony who just fed off of the crowd. With every cheer, her grin would broaden. With every “ooh,” she should play up the mystery of her next trick even more. With every gasp, she would increase the dramatics.

And in no time at all, they were eating up every word she said, on the edge of their seats. Even the adults were transfixed by some of her card tricks.

Shining had seen those tricks before. They weren’t necessarily the hardest to do, but the flair with which she did them made it all the more entrancing.

“And for my final trick, I am going to call out my handsome assistant!”

She flourished to the side, where he was waiting, having dutifully wheeled things out or taken them back as she had asked. Now, he trotted out to meet her, a little puzzled by what was coming. She had done everything.

No, she hadn’t sawn a pony in half yet.

...uh-oh.

“My final trick will be sawing this handsome pony in half!”

The foals all gasped in horror. The adults’ eyes widened, and Shining could only stare stupidly as Trixie’s horn shone pink again and something hit him from behind, scooping him up and nestling him inside.

He was now effectively trapped in the box, feeling his hooves stick out the other end.

Wait a minute, where were the dummy’s legs at?

...uh-oh!

“You forgot the dummy’s legs!” he hissed to her as she trotted around, conjuring a magical saw right in front of all of them.

“I’ve done this trick plenty of times, relax,” she smiled sweetly down at him. “It seems my assistant is a bit nervous. Let’s give him some encouragement, shall we?”

Shining could only gulp as the crowd cheered and Trixie brought the saw to rest on the divider.

But before she started to saw the box, she swooped down and gave him a long kiss, right on the mouth. Shining could now only blink just as stupidly as before, until she backed off. “For luck,” she whispered as the crowd started to “D’awww…”

And then she began to slice.

...UH-OH!

Goodbye Sunset, goodbye Cadance, goodbye Twilight, I’ll remember you all in heaven, Shining thought miserably to himself while he watched the saw descend closer and closer toward his midsection…

...except wait a minute. It was cutting right through him and he didn’t feel a thing.

“What’s going…?” he asked, just staring right ahead as best he could, given his rather obstructed view.

“And… BEHOLD!”

Trixie yanked the saw free and pushed both halves of the box away, sending Shining’s top half wheeling away a couple of meters, and his bottom half-- which he could still feel-- the other direction.

The crowd instantly gasped, with some children outright shrieking in fear.

“Someone call a doctor!” one stallion screamed.

“You are a doctor!” a mare shouted back.

“Dammit mare, I’m a doctor of music, not a doctor of medicine!” he retorted.

“Have no fear, my fine audience!” Trixie called over the rabble, which had grown rather large. Word must have gotten out. “My lovely assistant here is perfectly fine, see?” and with that, the boxes were turned to display their sawn halves.

Shock gave way to confusion.

“A magical spell, passed down through the Lulamoon family for generations, that allows me to separate one pony from another! Shining, be a dear and kick your legs for me, would you?”

Shining did as he was asked, and kicked his lower hooves. They did still feel intact. His butt was still very firmly planted on the wooden surface of the box. And over across from him, he could see his legs moving up and down just as he kicked.

Whoa… this mare is good.

“And now, I will put him back together again!” Trixie announced, wheeling the box halves back together again, before covering the sliced section with her cape.

“One!” she shouted, drawing the foals to the edge of her seat. “Two!” The adults could only watch with rapt attention. “No, no, I fear it is beyond me,” she swept a hoof up to her brow, milking the dramatics for all they were worth, “but I must!” finally bringing in the big finish.

“SHAZAM!”

Her horn shining and a bolt of lightning lancing off if it and hitting her cape as it covered the box. Shining felt as if electricity were shooting all through him. Trixie swept the cape off of the box to reveal it was completely whole once more, and she even popped open the top, allowing Shining to step out, whole and unharmed.

On shaky legs, Shining returned to solid ground, doing his best to keep himself breathing normally despite the fear from moments ago.

The crowd erupted at once. The foals were stamping on the ground, the adults were cheering, and Trixie, through it all, couldn’t stop beaming. Just knowing how mere minutes ago, Trixie was hyperventilating and afraid everything would fail, and now seeing her on top of the world, Shining couldn’t help but grin too.

As he stepped away, Trixie’s magic pushed the cart away, leaving the two of them alone on the stage, as the faces in the crowd cheered for them both. Trixie took his hoof in hers, raised it up high, and then brought it down and the both bowed, the crowd cheering all the more. And then, as they stepped back, her magic threw the lever, and down the curtain came.

It was over.

For one long breathless second, they continued to listen to the cheering outside, before Trixie squealed and practically jumped up on him.

“DIDYOUSEEMETHATWASAMAZINGICAN’TBELIEVETHATWENTSOWELLTHANKYOUSOMUCH…!” she screamed into his ear, before letting go and falling onto her back, eyes half-lidded and a dreamy smile crossing her face. “I can’t… can’t believe it…”

“Come on, now,” he helped her stand up. “We gotta pack it up, right? Not to mention, we gotta go celebrate.”

“Y-yeah,” she nodded, now sounding very breathless. It sounded as though all the work was all catching up to her. “I don’t live far from here… just a small little apartment.”

“Here, I’ll get all the stuff,” Shining said, and his magic quickly brought down all of her gear, disassembling it and stowing it neatly in a cart she had hidden in one of the corners.

“...and when I nailed the magical sawing, it was like… poof!” she threw her hooves out from her head as she continued to lay on the ground, still basking in her glory. “Everything was spectacular!”

“You nailed it,” Shining praised, now using his magic to lift her up and place her atop the cart, where she continued to relive the past several minutes of her glory, babbling away as he navigated through the city toward her apartment. Several ponies that had seen the show congratulated the two of them as they made their way around, with Shining giving them a polite wave, and Trixie still babbling away and giving out the occasional instruction on where her apartment was as he got closer.

Until, finally, he found it. A small flat not far from the park, into which he wheeled the cart with Trixie on it, before setting her down on her bed where she continued to stare dreamily up at the ceiling.

It was a modest flat. Her bed was just a rather large mattress set straight on the ground, there were a few typical apartment fixtures like a kitchen section, but otherwise, it was rather small. Just a studio. Shining had to wonder what she did for a living if this was what she could afford and showmareship was her hobby.

“Well, that was a lot of fun, Trixie, but I had some errands to run today,” Shining said, starting to make his way back to the door, smiling at the mare still laying down on the bed with a dopey grin on her face. “Keep it up, I’m sure you’ll go far.”

But before he could step out, her door was bathed in pink magic and was shut, locking with a click. He had forgotten to light any candles or lighting fixtures, so now the only light filtering in was through the windows, which were currently hidden behind tilted blinds. It was dark, but not so dark he couldn’t see.

“You can’t go yet!” Trixie suddenly squawked as the door clicked. “I have to give you your rew-ward!”

Reward?

“You don’t need to reward me, Trixie,” Shining chuckled.

“No, no, I insist,” Trixie replied a bit more forcefully. “Without you, m-my show would have been ruined, but with you helping me, I did everything better than usual! I want to reward you.”

“Umm, okay,” Shining just decided to accept it, whatever it was, and sat down on the bed. “Reward me with what?”

“Reward you with… m-me.”

Shining just stared down at her. She was still sprawled on her bed, her mane everywhere around her head, but she was looking up at him with that same, excited smile she’d worn when she had bowed to the crowd.

“I’m sorry, say what now?” Shining asked, his tone guarded.

“Look,” Trixie sat up, now sitting next to him on the bed, “what you did for me today… it means a lot. Like I said, I think I would have completely bombed without your help. And as you can see,” she gestured around her sparse apartment, “I don’t really have all that much. So I’d like to… to reward you with something I can give. Something I think you d-deserve.”

Shining stared at her, and she stared back. biting her lip nervously.

What did I do to deserve all of these mares? he thought to himself.

And then he just sort of shrugged, and slid back onto the bed to sit against the wall.

“Well, alright then,” he smiled at her. “If you’re sure.”

“The Grrreat and Powerful Trrrrixie has never been more sure of anything,” she smiled, the smile now turning rather predatory as she tossed her cape and hat away, and crawled beneath his legs, where his sheath was exposed for her to see. “Trixie will put on a good performance, just like you helped her to.”

And with that, she gave his sheath a long lick. Shining could feel his breath hitch. While not quite as sensitive as what it concealed, it was still a bit on the sensitive side, and it wouldn’t take long for Trixie to coax his cock to come out to play.

Indeed, it didn’t take long. A few short licks later, and out it poked. She observed it for just a moment, before smirking up at him and then diving right in, taking what little had exposed in one quick gulp.

“Ugh!” Shining grunted, clutching at the sheets as more of him pushed out and back into Trixie’s throat while she bobbed herself up and down.

She’s… decent, he thought. Certainly not quite as good as Sunset was, but she was doing her best, and her enthusiasm made up for it. It kind of reminded him of how Twilight had done it before she had bitten off more than she could chew.

Once he was fully extended, she slowly slid her lips up his shaft, sucking it as she went, before finally coming off of it with a satisfying pop!

“Impressive,” she observed, staring down at his spire, standing tall and proud. “A worthy sword for the Great and Powerful Trixie’s cavern.”

Shining scrunched his face up at that. “Uhh, that line’s not you.”

Trixie shrugged at that, seemingly indifferent to his critique. “Trixie had to try it once.”

With that, she lifted herself up, aligned Shining’s cock with her folds, and brought herself down on top of it.

“Are you ready?” she gave him a half-lidded, sultry smile.

“As ready as anyone,” Shining said back, restraining his hips from bucking upward reflexively.

On seeing his struggle, she smirked, and then allowed herself to lower down, inch by agonizing inch as she took him into her.

Like Sunset, like Rainbow Dash, and like Twilight, Trixie’s depths were still some of the most amazing things he had ever felt. While she was a bit less tight than either his sister or marefriend, she was still tighter than Rainbow had been. But regardless, she certainly knew how to work her hips and thighs to her advantage.

As she slid herself up and down, she would occasionally give his dick a squeeze with her thighs, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine as it stimulated a sensitive spot. Other times, she would roll her hips to add a little bit of movement on the X-axis in addition to the Y, which managed to hit a few spots that he normally didn’t feel with Sunset either.

She’s definitely done this before.

“Oh fuck yes,” she sighed, her breathing starting to get heavy as she started to pick up the pace. It hadn’t been terribly long; maybe she was pent up. “Oh yeah!”.

But all too soon, she seized up, her thighs squeezing him hard, and screamed “OH FUCK YEAH!” as she came.

What amazed him was that despite her seizing up, she still tried to continue bouncing on his lap. She really was taking this whole reward thing rather seriously.

As she came down, she stared down at him with half-lidded, tired eyes, her mane glistening with sweat.

“I’m gonna m-make you scream my name,” she promised breathlessly, before suddenly redoubling her efforts, her butt meeting his thighs with meaty slap after meaty slap. “You’re gonna scream the Great and Pow-oh!-owerful Trixie’s name!”

For whatever reason, Shining was kind of liking this more dominating side of her, and he started to feel his orgasm approaching, deep down.

“You’re gonna--fuck yes!-- gonna jerk yourself off to-- ah!-- to Trixie every night for the rest of your life!”

She was now driving herself up and down with reckless abandon, and Shining could feel the end approaching, feel the pressure at the base of his shaft as it raced upward, leaving him ready to explode.

“T-Trixie,” he grit his teeth, trying to hold it in.

“DO IT! GIVE TRIXIE YOUR GREAT AND POWERFUL CUMSHOT!” she screamed. “SAY MY NAME!” she added, before driving herself down into his lap one final time, sending him over the edge.

“TRIXIE!” Shining shouted, finally feeling himself go over the edge, and exploding inside of her.

Bliss. Pure, white bliss, all around him. He could barely see. All he could do was feel, feel the undulating in his dick as it shot rope after rope of his cum deep into her, feel her continuing to slide up and down, further stimulating his sensitive shaft and trying to eke out every last drop.

“Ugh,” he groaned as the whiteness in his vision faded, and he finally came to. Trixie was still sliding up and down, though she was doing so far more slowly, trying not to overwhelm him. Down underneath, he could see his cum leaking out of her pussy and trickling down his dick as she went. “Th-that was…”

“Magnificent,” Trixie finished for him, grinning down at him. “But that was only Act 1. Prepare yourself, Shining Armor, for there are still many acts to go!”

“J-just give me a minute,” he sighed. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. For now, anyway. “Gotta… recover…”

Trixie rolled her eyes. “Stallions,” she sighed, before slowing to a stop, with him still inside of her.

“Y-you know,” Shining grinned, “I think my sister would really like you if she ever met you. She’s always been a big f-fan of magicians and performers.”

“Your sister sounds like a mare the Great and Powerful Trixie should keep an eye out for,” she smirked. “If she’s anything like you in bed…”

“You have no idea,” Shining sighed, before taking a deep breath. “So, what was that about Act 2?”

Trixie brightened at that, and in no time at all, the two of them were performing their way through the rest of that particular five act play for the rest of the afternoon.

Author's Note

Fucking finally.

Got something out. Same day as promised. Hopefully this will be more in the short term. Got some plans on where to go next in the story, and really looking forward to it.

May your pants stay dry, may your dreams be wet, and may flights of angels sing thee to thy sleep-- wait, no, fucked that one up. Sorry.