It was a crisp and pleasant morning in the province of Ponyville. Celestia had raised the sun just a short while ago, yet already its light roused so much activity from the town bellow. Birds chirped happily in the trees, providing a familiar ambiance to ponies both young and old as they milled about through the gradually busying, early morning streets.
When it came to the township's largest structure, the crystal castle, however, the same could not be said. In stark contrast to what was going on outside, the keep's many halls remained empty and devoid of life, with nary a sound to be heard. The main reason for this was simple: Dusk Shine, one of Equestria's four rulers, still slept comfortably in his bed, the sounds and light from outside unable to pierce his chamber's thick curtains. Sleeping in was very unlike the alicorn; normally he'd be among the first to greet the rising sun. Of course, when taking into consideration what Dusk was doing the night prior, it was perfectly understandable why he was still snoozing.
He would have easily slept past noon, had it not been for somepony who took it upon themselves to wake him. Like a predator on the prowl, they slowly crept forward beneath the sheets, being very careful to avoid rousing their unsuspecting prey just yet. Soon they were in position, a vulnerable Dusk complete and utterly at their mercy. The culprit grinned salaciously at its prize, then got to work.
With his consciousness still off in dreamland, Dusk wasn't aware of what was happening, though his body was. Something had placed itself between his hind legs, something hot and inviting, and incredibly wet. Whatever it was, it had enveloped and formed a seal around the base of his flaccid stallionhood, and a second, more dexterous foreign object soon writhed and slithered around his length. It produced a pleasurable sensation, though due to him still being asleep, Dusk wasn't able to register it as such. Instead, his brows knitted slightly, and he tossed his head listlessly on the pillow as his lower half responded to the muted feeling by redirecting blood to his penis.
Steadily Dusk's organ grew within the confined space, growing longer and stiffer in tandem with the beating of his heart. Seemingly pleased with the expectant outcome, the wet object danced and twirled around his swelling member, further encouraging its growth. Before long, Dusk was at full mast, and only the head of his tool was surrounded by the moist heat.
Apparently pleased with themselves, the miscreant gave a muffled, feminine giggle, causing Dusk's ear to twitch before continuing with their lascivious act. The seal formed around Dusk's throbbing phallus then began traveling downward, the wet, smooth and prehensile object eagerly acquainting itself to the newly introduced flesh. More and more of Dusk's length was drawn in, and it wasn't until the seal brushed against his medial ring that its motion ceased.
Gently, the fur on Dusk's pubic area swayed, in a way that was synonymous with somepony's breathing over it. Dusk stirred at the sensation, prompting the mystery mare to pull back. She retreated until only the first few inches of his rod was trapped within the hot confine, then moved forward again, being much quicker the second time around. The process was repeated, again and again, each set slightly faster than the last. Despite her attempt at self control, she'd gotten too excited, and as a result it was only be a matter of time before...
"H... h-huh?"
Spurred by Dusk's voice, the mare moved even faster.
Groggily, Dusk maneuvered his semi-numb foreleg and managed to bring it over his face. He then began rubbing his hoof over his eyes, and with that action Dusk became more alert and re-attuned with his faculties. It was seconds after that that Dusk felt movement in the bed that wasn't his own and immediately sat up in a panic. Right away he discovered that he wasn't alone, as right where his rear legs were Dusk could plainly see that somepony was hiding underneath the bed sheet.
"H-hey, who--" Dusk's words died in his throat. A fresh wave of unabated pleasure had coursed upwards through his spine, taking him unawares and causing him to instead suck in air through his grit teeth. It was there Dusk realized that he had an erection, and whoever the strange mare was, they had obviously been helping themselves to it for quite some time. Already he could sense himself nearing his climax.
Unable to gather the strength or coordination in his limbs to resist, Dusk could do little more than throw his head back and give out choked gasps in pleasure. It wasn't until the stranger softly ran her hoof along the outside of his thigh, coupled with her forcing herself down on him until his tip all but rammed at her throat, that he was finally sent over the edge. His hoof involuntarily pulling the bed sheet to this chest, Dusk squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth as his hard member began to throb violently before releasing its sticky load in thick volleys.
At the first spurt shooting down her throat, the mare held fast and greedily swallowed what Dusk gave her. Warm drool trickled down the base of Dusk's shaft as she eagerly accepted every spurt, more and more of his seed being coaxed out by her wet, playful tongue curling around his throbbing mast. Despite his heart beating loudly in his ears, Dusk picked up the sound of the pony gagging slightly, and felt the sensation of throat muscles swallowing around his flared head. That only served to bring the alicorn prince to an even higher state of unwitting nirvana, one where he felt as if he were transcending time and space.
Right as Dusk feared that that might actually happen, his rod released the last dollop of his seed, convulsing weakly before growing still altogether. With the surge of endorphins finally slowing to a trickle, the firing synapses in his brain slowly calmed, giving Dusk some reprieve from the intense high he had just experienced. He had only just woken, and already he felt spent. As the mind-numbing pleasure ran its course and began to slowly ebb away, Dusk's eyes fluttered slightly as he laid back down.
After allowing a minute for his pounding heart to settle, Dusk took in a large breath of air, then released it shakily before peering over the rising and falling of his chest. The blanket was still making it impossible to see, but he could clearly feel the mare slowly pull away from his groin, his deflating length sliding free from her throat. The mare kept her lips wrapped around his tip, however, humming contently as her tongue lapped at his urethra while she gently sucked and drew out any remaining cum from him.
With the mare seemingly preoccupied with that, Dusk took advantage of the opportunity. He crept his hoof forward, stealthily inching it closer and closer to the sheet. Once he had slid his hoof under it, Dusk took a breath and silently counted.
"One... two..." At three, Dusk wasted no time and immediately yanked the blanket away, unveiling the mystery mare. Immediately his vision was met with butter yellow and pink and it took him all of two seconds to discern what, or who, he was looking at.
"F-Fluttershy?" Dusk panted.
The jig was up, but that did nothing to deter Fluttershy from slurping happily at the meaty treat still in her mouth. She must have woken up pretty recently, as her mane was disheveled on one side.
Soon producing a low and bawdy hum, the pegasus slowly opened her eyes. Upon meeting Dusk's bewildered gaze, a hint of a smirk became present in the corner of her mouth before she at last pulled away, releasing the stallion's cock head with a lewd and wet pop. Despite his morning wood now being free, Fluttershy wasn't quite done molesting it just yet, as she then nuzzled the saliva-coated flesh with her cheek.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Fluttershy giggled, licking and planting kisses along the side of Dusk's length.
Speechless, Dusk merely blinked at Fluttershy, questioning why she was in his bed. Thanks to both the adrenaline and groggyness of having just woken, it took his brain a few tries more than normal before properly-jump starting. Once it did, his memories began lining up again and he was hit with a realization.
"Oh... right," Dusk breathed, the back of his head resting on his pillow.
Each of his five closest friends were far along into their pregnancies, all five carrying his foals. As is common with mares in that condition, they often had needs and urges, both of which Dusk was more than happy to satisfy. Sometimes they'd call him over to their house under the pretense of needing his help with something, and other times they'd drop by unannounced and spend the night in his castle.
Last night his visitor was Fluttershy, a trend that was becoming all too common as the months progressed. One would think that getting pregnant the first time having sex would dissuade a pony from having it again, but in the shy mare's case, it seemed to have had the opposite effect. Fluttershy was her usual timid self when out in public, but in the bedroom, as Dusk Shine was just reminded of, she became a different, hungry pony altogether.
As Dusk continued to lie on his bed, and Fluttershy showed no sign of losing interest in playing with his privates anytime soon, he pondered on how strange his friendship with the girls must have seemed to those looking from the outside in.
It had certainly developed into a strange and... interesting dynamic, to say the least. Pressured by his mother, Dusk attempted to make honest mares out of the girls, but that only left him feeling insecure when they all laughed at his group marriage proposal.
They made it clear that, as far as they were concerned, their friendship with Dusk was fine at it were and nothing drastic had to be done just because he had accidentally knocked them all up. In their eyes, there was no reason they couldn't remain friends with benefits and have Dusk be a father to their foals. Shortly there after, it was agreed that they would raise their children respectively while pursuing their own individual goals and Dusk agreed to provide support in any and every way he could. Luckily for the stallion, he was then ascended into an alicorn prince by Celestia, so at the very least bits to provide for foals from five different mares wouldn't be an issue.
While initially panicked by the prospect of being a father to five foals at once, that fear eventually gave way to excitement, as Dusk Shine realized that he'd soon have plenty to schedule and plan for. Birthdays, recitals, father-son/daughter time, many of which would require long, well thought out lists and organizing. The more he thought about that, the more he couldn't wait. In the meantime, however, he was more than content with scratching their itches whenever the need arose.
Not feeling up to crawling out of bed just yet, Dusk stared towards the high ceiling, watching dust particles dance in the air above. All the while, Fluttershy continued to shower the stallion's semi-hard penis with affection, steadily returning it to it's full glory in the process. With his libido promptly revived as well, Dusk Shine had half a mind to return the favor with interest. Before he could act on that endeavor, the mare planted one last kiss on the bottom half of his shaft, then caused the bed to shift as she removed herself from it.
Confused and horny, Dusk lifted his head from his pillow and turned to the sound of her hoof steps. There he spotted Fluttershy, her enlarged belly, bearing his progeny, swaying gently beneath her as she made for his private connecting bathroom. Her swollen teats also caught his attention, two glands filled with rich milk that he delighted in sampling the night before.
Leaving the door opened as she stepped in, Fluttershy gave Dusk a come hither glance from over her shoulder, then proceeded to disappear behind the shower curtain. Within moments the shower head then hissed to life, and with it Dusk's drive to hop out of bed.
"You sure you don't want to stay for breakfast?" Dusk Shine asked, a towel draped over his drying mane. After hanging her own used towel on the lance belonging to an empty suit of armor in the foyer, Fluttershy turned to the stallion and smiled at his kind offer.
"I'd love to, but somepony has to give the animals at my cottage their breakfast, and I'm already running late as is."
"Oh... of course. How could I forget?" Dusk put on a brave face, but internally he couldn't help but be a mite disappointed to hear that. With Spike off visiting the Crystal Empire to attend a weekend-long holiday celebrating his heroism, and his student Starlight going along with him to see Sunburst, Dusk had the entire castle to his lonesome for the next day or two. He had plenty of work to keep him busy, but suffice to say, Dusk could have really used the company until they returned.
With all said and done, Dusk took it upon himself to accompany Fluttershy to the exit, even if it was a short walk. Along the way, the buck noticed the gait in her rear legs was a bit bowlegged, and that her tail clung to her rectum more so than usual. No doubt it was the result of their dirty yet clean romp in the shower, though fortunately for the pegasus, she could avoid drawing unwanted attention to it by simply flying home.
"You know," Dusk mused as the two ponies then came to a stop in front of the doors. "I'm still not entirely comfortable with the idea of Discord trapezing around in your cottage, especially while you're... you know, with foal. I mean, I know you two are close friends and all, but knowing how... flamboyant he can be--and how things have the tendency to explode around him--I can't help but worry sometimes."
Wearing a small, reassuring smile on her face, Fluttershy leaned in and planted a kiss on Dusk's cheek. "That's sweet, but you don't need to worry. He may not seem like it, but Discord can be gentle when he wants to be. Honestly he's a lot like a doting uncle, and it seems like he can't just wait to start spoiling our foal rotten."
His foal partially raised by grandpa Discord... Dusk perished the thought. Still, should anything ever happen to his child while under the draconequus's watch, intentional or otherwise, he'd... Well, some time ago Tirek put the girls in a cage, and in turn Dusk put him in a coffin.
A normal and completely sensible response, if Dusk said so himself.
With that at least off his chest, the two exchanged one last smile before Fluttershy surprised Dusk by placing a parting kiss on his lips.
"Thank you, Dusk," she whispered, her forehead resting against his. "It was fun."
"It was a... heh, a pleasure," said Dusk, being the proper gentlecolt by opening the door for her.
And with that, Fluttershy separated from Dusk and took her leave, only to immediately offer her apologies to one Trixie Lulamoon after nearly bumping into her. Being careful to hide her somewhat impaired movement, the pegasus mare stepped around and sped down the short steps. Try as she might, however, Trixie's head tracked Fluttershy's backside, then shot for Dusk with a depraved, proud expression on her face after the mare had taken flight.
After tossing a bit of mane from her face in her typical dramatic flare, the show mare opened her mouth to speak, which was followed almost immediately by Dusk shutting the door and turning his back to it.
"What to do, what to do..." Dusk muttered to himself, walking away from the door nonchalantly. He soon stopped to rub his towel more vigorously over the still wet parts of his mane, at which point a few incessant door knocks resounded from behind.
At first the knocks were spaced far and few in between, but as the seconds ticked by, they steadily grew in frequency and impatience. Dusk tried to ignore them, pretend that he couldn't hear anything past the soaked cloth softly scraping over his ears. Eventually the incessant knocking won out in the end, and Dusk Shine sighed in defeat before begrudgingly deciding to answer the door. Shaking the towel from his head, he turned, then marched to do just that.
Using his magic, Dusk pulled the door inward, leaving Trixie momentarily confused when her hoof struck air.
"Starlight clearly isn't here, Trixie, so whatever you're selling, I ain't buying," Dusk put forth less than amicably.
Right as the alicorn made to shut the door once more, a blue hoof shot through the narrowing opening, preventing its closing.
"W-wait, hear me out!" Trixie pleaded from the other side. "Now I... I know you and I aren't exactly on the best of terms..." That was putting it lightly. The only reason Dusk would tolerate the mare being inside his castle was if she was under Starlight's supervision, and even that was pushing it. "But uh... would you believe Trixie if she said that he had a proposition for you that you might be interested in?"
Oh, this ought to be good, Dusk thought.
"You got thirty seconds to make your case, Trix, otherwise you'll be loosing that hoof."
"WHAT!" shouted Trixie. "I'd--I'd need at least--"
"Tick, tock," Dusk interjected. Unsurprisingly, that succeeded in irking the showmare.
"H-hey! Listen, buster, I've put a lot of thought into this, and I will not have it ruined by--"
"Errr!" Dusk sounded, mimicking a buzzer. "So sorry, contestant, but that unsportsmanlike attitude is gonna cost you some seconds, and after that, other things..." That said, his horn then glowed, materializing a loud, screeching buzz saw out of thin air. Of course he wasn't going to actually use it, but there was no need for her to know that.
Perhaps thinking that the noise of the blade was getting louder, and therefore closer, Trixie panicked. Surprisingly enough, though, either because of brevity or simply because she forgot she could, she did not pull her hoof away.
"Ah!!! I came to... to... Oh, just--just here!" What came after that was what appeared to be a newspaper, surrounded in Trixie's magic as it slid through the door opening. Perplexed by what the periodical had to do with anything, Dusk dispelled the buzz saw and accepted the paper with his own magic. Upon closer inspection of the headliner, the prince's blood turned cold.
"Wh... wha?" Dusk uttered, the door swinging inward and Trixie falling over the threshold. "Pa... paternal scandal of royal proportions?"
As if possessed, Dusk began reading the article in great detail, again and again. Each time his eyes glossed over the words 'alleged unborn foals', his breathing hitched a little more. All the while, his body unconsciously directed him towards the cutie map room, and given what he was reading, the fact that Trixie was following closely behind had become nothing but an afterthought.
"How?" Dusk soon asked himself, eyes still locked onto the newspaper as he sunk into his throne at the table.
Even before he was a prince, Dusk and the the rest of the elements were practically celebrities, so news of him bedding, and subsequently, impregnating them all would have brought unwanted scandal and attention. It was because of this that only a select few outside of himself and the girls' families knew of the foals and who their father was. So far everypony privy to the secret was pretty tight lipped about it, but clearly the article before him proved otherwise.
Cutting off his magic, Dusk allowed the paper to fall lifelessly onto the table, then sulked and buried his face in his hooves as he thought of how tarnished his friends' reputations would be. As he contemplated on how in Equestria he was ever going to be able to make it up to them, Trixie spoke, reminding him of her presence.
"I don't know why you're getting all mopey. If you haven't noticed, none of the 'supposed' pregnant mares were named, so your little yellow friend who left earlier won't be hounded by the paparazzi anytime soon."
Face still in his hooves, Dusk's limp and sullen ears gradually rose. For once, Trixie... actually made a good point. The whole piece was written using conjuncture, meaning somepony may have let something slip, but only enough for some journalist to catch wind and roll with it to possibly drum up newspaper sales. Had Dusk been his original, non-prince self the feature would have likely been nothing more than a footnote in the gossip column. If the press truly knew anything, then droves of reporters would have been knocking at his castle door and not just Trix--
Eyes shooting open, Dusk peered over his hooves and stared incredulously at Trixie laying haphazardly in the throne next to his.
"'Little yellow friend,'" Dusk said, repeating Trixie's exact words in verbatim. He stared at her long and hard--prompting the mare to raise a brow in return--then let out an exhausted sigh as his posture slacked. "So... I take it you know, then?"
"What, that you and your five friends are playing some kinky variant of house? Yup, pretty much." Trixie then moved her hooves to her sides and began motioning them up and down as if weighing something in each of them. "Well... it was just a strong hunch at first, but after seeing your pegasus friend essentially limp out the door after obviously spending the night, I just knew. Oh, and way to go, tiger!" Trixie finished, an impish glint in her eye as she reached over and playfully landed a punch to Dusk's side.
Dusk didn't react, instead choosing to remain straight-faced a spell before speaking.
"I... see. So that's your game, eh? Your silence for, what--bits, and lots of it, I presume?"
"Pfft, hardly," Trixie retorted, much to the prince's bewilderment. "The great and powerful Trixie's sights are aimed far above than that of mere money. No, the deal I came to make with you is more of the... mm, beneficial sort."
Whatever this deal was, it potentially involved Dusk's friends and foals, and because of that he wasn't in the mood for games.
"Trixie, you better start making sense, else Ponyville will be short one hack magician," he warned.
"Oh fine!" Trixie griped, waving her hoof dismissively and rolling her eyes. "I'll put this as plainly as I can so there's no confusion. Trixie," she gestured to herself, "wants to give her foal," her hooves rubbed over her belly, "a shot at," she waved her hooves up and down over the seat Dusk rested on, "the throne."
As Trixie sat back down and smiled triumphantly, Dusk blinked blankly at her, then blinked again before cocking his head to the side. "I... thought you said there'd be no confusion."
Trixie's cocksure expression went sour. "What!? How can you not get it!?"
"Oh, no no. I get it, I get it," Dusk answered meekly, raising his hoof and shaking his head. "Uh... congrats and all, but I'm not letting you give birth on my chair."
"Wh-what!?" Trixie appeared flabbergasted one second, then infuriated the next. "Trixie is not pregnant, you dolt! She came here because she wishes to be, and with your next heir!"
"My next heir? What are you talking abo--" Dusk cut himself of, as his brain connected the dots and reminded of the final tidbit the article had left off on. He had been so distraught believing his friends' secret had been exposed that he failed to give that section much thought. To be honest with himself, Dusk often forgot he was royalty, and therefore overlooked how his children would affect the kingdom. It certainly was a dilemma, but nothing he couldn't remedy with enough time and planning.
"I know what you've been doing, Dusk Shine," said Trixie, tearing the alicorn from his thoughts. The mare was leaning over Dusk's armrest in a predatory manner, steadily invading his personal space.
"Okay... what have I been doing?" Dusk replied, slowly leaning away from her.
Still advancing, Trixie let out a laugh. "Ha! As if you wouldn't know! Knocking up one of your friends I would understand; get two pregnant and it only means that you're not the spineless stallion I thought you were. Have all five expecting, however, and... well, it's clear to anypony with a brain what your aim is." With Dusk having nowhere left to go without falling backward off his throne, Trixie reached a hoof out and tapped the stallion's snout. "You've been breeding them, looking to sire the perfect heir to your throne. Well look no further, for if it's that you seek, then the great and powerful Trixie is more than willing to provide. After all, perfection only breeds perfection."
With her point finally made across, Trixie withdrew though chose to remain seated on the throne's armrest as she shined her hoof coolly against her chest. Still sprawled over his half of the throne, Dusk stared silently at the mare. Trixie's reasoning for his friends' pregnancies was... well entirely fictitious. If she knew even half the truth of what actually happened, Dusk was confident her blue fur would turn red. Nevertheless, she propositioned him, something Dusk never imagined would come from Trixie of all ponies.
Mutual disdain aside, Dusk always suspected Trixie swung the other way, given how often she hung around Starlight.
After a brief pause spent contemplating her proposal, it didn't take long for Dusk to compose an appropriate response.
"Trixie."
"Yeees?" Trixie replied, a confident smirk on her face as she adjusted her mane.
"You make an excellent case, and who am I to turn down a love..." the corner of Dusk's mouth betrayed him by curling upward, "l-lovely mare such as yoursel--pfft!" No, he couldn't do it. He couldn't hold up a straight face any longer. It only took a few chortles to escape his tight lips before the dam burst. Next thing he knew, his forehead was planted on the table and his hoof pounded on its crystal surface as he laughed his heart out.
"I can't believe you... y-you thought!" Dusk guffawed. He continued on like that for a full minute, more then enough to get it all out of his system. Once he was done, Dusk sniffed as he sat up again, then turned to Trixie with aching lungs. "Oh... oh man. You ever thought of becoming a comedian, Trix, 'cause man that was a good one!"
"Hm," Trixie hummed in acknowledgement, her expression uncharacteristically pensive.
Slowly Dusk's chest cavity calmed, though his nerves seemed to be doing the opposite. Something was wrong. It wasn't like Trixie to just take laughter directed at her sitting down; he'd seen the mare saw one of her hecklers in half on stage, then refuse to put them back together after the show was over. No, the mare in front of him didn't retaliate in anyway, not even with her own quips. Instead she just sat there, staring.
Dusk swallowed dryly, then attempted to dispel the uncomfortable silence that was building.
"Uh, you feeling alri--"
"Are you done? Laughing, I mean," Trixie interrupted, her tone even yet cutting.
Thrown for a loop by the mare's change of attitude, Dusk was compelled to nod silently.
"Good." Trixie beamed self-assuredly. "See, believe it or not, I actually predicted this outcome, and as such I came prepared."
The unicorn's horn glowed and her magical aura procured an item from behind the throne she was seated previously. Immediately, Dusk recognized the object to be a storage tube, something he didn't even notice Trixie had brought in with her. Within moments, the capped cylinder was willed over to Dusk and was then all but shoved into his hooves.
Utterly perplexed, Dusk sat still, his eyes shooting between Trixie and the tube. He remained like that for a few seconds longer, and it wasn't until the mare gave him a single head nod that he decided to sate his curiosity. After uncapping the container, Dusk gently tapped its side and was rewarded with a piece of rolled parchment being coaxed out.
"And what, pray tell, is this?" asked Dusk, holding the scroll up with a hoof.
Her gleeful smile not seeming to be going anywhere soon, Trixie leaned back into the throne and kicked her rear hooves onto the cutie map. "What, and ruin the surprise? Why don't you open it up and take a gander for yourself."
Dusk's brows furrowed at her persistence, but nevertheless he did as instructed. Cautiously he unfurled the paper and it crinkled in protest. What he discovered to be on the page was something he didn't expect. It was a bunch of names connected to each other by lines, and after finding Trixie's on the bottom circled in what appeared to be red marker, Dusk deduced that he was looking at a family tree--her family tree.
Peering over the sheet, Dusk turned his attention to Trixie, who looked to be over the moon with herself.
"Alright, so it's your family history," he said. "What, am I going to learn that you come from a long line of failed illusionists?"
Unfazed, Trixie rested her forehooves behind her head. "Keep talking, Dusk. It only makes it all the more funnier when you finally find it higher up the page."
Determined to know what she was on about, Dusk looked back at the paper. Using Trixie's name as a starting point, Dusk began following the branch upward, his eyes skimming past dozens of names that held no real significance or importance. It wasn't long, however, before one particular name had his pupils double take back to it.
"Wait, what?" Dusk questioned at the page. The second his face reflected his confusion, his ears picked up snickers coming from the mare.
Ignoring her, Dusk squinted his eyes and stared more intently at the name, hoping to find an error in its spelling. Try as he might, though, there was none, which left him with only one logical explanation...
"Okay, ha ha, Trixie. Very funny," Dusk remarked with a roll of his eyes. "A forgery this nice must have set you back, what, ten bits? Anyway, it was wasted effort, because there's no way in Tartarus you'd ever expect me to believe that you're the direct descendant of... of..."
"Star Swirl the Bearded?" Trixie finished pompously for him. She stretched like a cat, then gave Dusk a self-satisfied smile. "I know, as if Trixie's lineage wasn't already great and powerful enough.
"Believe what you want, but the evidence to that fact is right there in front of you. See, months back before returning to Ponyville, I received word that some distant relative of mine died and that I was entitled to a share of the inheritance, though first I had to prove we were related. One short trip to the Canterlot archives later and I received my portion, even if it turned out to only be a couple hundred bits." Trixie shrugged, then her smile turned wicked. "Wasn't a total waste, though, because it at least let Trixie learn that her ancestor is the one pony you idolize most besides Celestia--your hero. Learning that it... heh, well it just made my day." With that said, her sinister facade dropped and she returned to her usual self, though not before finishing with, "Oh, and F.Y.I, that record has been authenticated by one of Canterlot's top genealogists and everything, so don't even question if it's fake again."
Just to spite her, Dusk questioned it again--he questioned the hell out of it!
Trixie can spin a yarn all she likes, but Dusk can tell the difference between a real document and a fake one if he looks for the right signs. Fueled by the need to denounce Trixie's 'proof', Dusk ran himself rampant looking for any inconsistencies he could.
Despite his best efforts, however, everything he found resonated perfectly with that of the Canterlot Record Keeping Committee, a government organization Trixie would have had to appeal to in order to get a reviewed, verified, and authenticated genealogy report. It was all there, from the golden seal bearing their insignia on the bottom right corner, down to the type of ink they used and even the smell of the paper. Speaking of the paper, it even... even...
"Uh... did you just lick that?" asked Trixie.
...it even tasted like their brand too!
Besides himself with that knowledge, Dusk reeled from the scroll, though he couldn't bring himself to look away from it. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny it any more. Trixie's family tree, the one with Star Swirl's name clearly on it, was the genuine article. And to make matters worse, it was made doubly so by the fact that Clover the Clever's name was two tiers below Star Swirl's; the truth that the two were grandfather and grandchild as well as master and student wasn't widely known outside of a few historians.
As Dusk questioned how Trixie--a unicorn whose magical feats didn't extend past transmogrifying objects into teacups--was directly related to a great and accomplished sorcerer such as Star Swirl, the mare in question approached him.
"So, what do you think?" she asked haughtily, moseying up to the prince's side.
Ignoring the mare's second breach of his personal space, Dusk breathed in, then out. "A... aside from torturing me, why show me this?"
"Ha, isn't it obvious?" As if they were good chums, Trixie wrapped a hoof around the slightly taller stallion's neck and brought him closer to her level. Dusk didn't have it in him to resist, as he was still whirling from the revelation to care. "As foolish as it is, you didn't want to copulate with Trixie. Heh, but now... " she tapped her family tree with a hoof, "you have a reason to."
With the intent of driving her point in further, Trixie leaned her muzzle into Dusk's ear and began whispering, "Think about it, Dusk: you can be the father to the newest generation of Star Swirl's bloodline. Also, I'm not asking that you outright make our foal your chosen heir, because if they are of my womb, then its practically guaranteed that they'll prove themselves worthy of that position given time."
With that said, Trixie proceeded to plant her hoof squarely on the unresponsive buck's chest, moving it in small circles.
"And... well that's it, really," she confided directly into his ear before giving it a playful nip. "Trixie's cards are all on the table, so what do you have to say now, hmm?"
Dusk's ears folded back, and slowly his strained sight dipped to the crystal beneath his hooves. Star Swirls legacy... Possibly for the first time ever, Dusk found himself envious of the showmare. Still, he was given the offer to build on it, to have a spot in the same family tree as his hero. Not only that, but Dusk Shine was already highly proficient in magic, so having a foal with that of Star Swirl's line held, in the prince's eyes, great potential. It was the highest respect Dusk could pay for Star Swirl, and all he had to do was...
Just as Dusk was about to agree to Trixie's terms, a part of himself deep within his mind objected. It screamed out that everything about the mare's offer was wrong, that he had too much self-pride to ever degrade himself into being her... her royal stud! Tempting as her offer was, Dusk believed he came to the right decision. Dusk took a breath, then steeled himself before slowly breathing out.
"Sorry, Trixie," he said, "but the answer is still no. You and I will not be having relations just for the sake of you having a foal that you can flaunt around as royalty." Swelling with pride of having averting temptation, Dusk then sat up tall and removed the mare's hoof from his chest.
Rejected for the second time, Trixie stepped back and, to the amazement of Dusk Shine, did nothing more than stare at the stallion with a pensive glower on her face. She seemed as if she were considering her next action, and she remained like that for a second or two until finally turning towards the room's exit.
"Fine," she said plainly with a shrug. "Then I suppose Trixie has no choice but to play her last card."
Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Dusk replied with, "Ha! And here you were saying that 'all your cards were on the table.'"
"Yeah, well as a magician I think it should go without saying that I'd keep one under my sleeve," Trixie replied dismissively. Soon opening the door, Trixie took one step over the threshold, only to then stop and look at Dusk from over her shoulder. "Say, that stallion in town who bathes in tubs of jelly... are you familiar with him?
Dusk didn't know where this was going, but already he didn't like it. "Sorta..." he answered suspiciously. "He's a bit of an odd fellow, but alright, I guess. Why do you bring him up?"
"Oh, no real reason," Trixie replied nonchalantly. "Just figured it'd be fun to go introduce myself to him. Who knows, maybe we hit it off so well that I invite him to dinner back in my caravan."
Dusk's eyebrows knit in confusion, followed shortly by his eyes widening in realization.
"You wouldn't!" he exclaimed, pointing a hoof at her.
A bright, wide smile formed on Trixie's face. "Oh, but Trixie would! In over a year's time from now, your hero's legacy will be wading in preservatives with their daddy, and it'll all be your fault!"
Dusk was flabbergasted by the lengths the mare was willing to go to. "You can't be ser--"
"Oh my, look at the time," Trixie interrupted, checking her nonexistent watch. "It's running late and I have an engagement to get to. I think I'll be taking my leave now, so, as they say in Prance--adios!"
Having said all that apparently needed to be said, Trixie threw a parting wave behind her and began making her exit. As she did so, Dusk stared on, his mouth agape from the showmare's audacity. The stallion was conflicted; one side of him wanted to call her bluff and allow her to go through with her self-destructing decision, while the other wanted to stop her from besmirching his idol's memory. Perhaps nopony would ever know what became of Star Swirl's line, but Dusk would. In the end, that knowledge was enough to force his hoof.
"W-wait," Dusk called out, lacking conviction in his voice.
Trixie screeched to a halt, then directed her coy smile to Dusk. "Yeees?" she singsonged.
"Trixie, I..." Biting his bottom lip, Dusk held in his next breath. If he wouldn't do it to build on Star Swirl's lineage, then he'd at least do it to preserve it, Dusk reminded himself. Soon releasing both his lip and his breath, the stallion then sighed in defeat before biting the bullet. "I... accept."
Trixie seemed as if she wanted to revel at that answer, though she at least had the decency to refrained from gloating. Instead she decided to milk the moment for all its worth, much to Dusk's annoyance.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she said, hoof to her ear. "Trixie couldn't quite here you. Could you repeat that?"
Air was sucked in through Dusk's grit teeth, then blew out them. "I said: I accept."
"Oh?" Trixie replied, playing dumb. Hoof still at her hear, she slowly approached Dusk again. "I'm sorry, you appear to be mumbling. It sounded as if you said that 'you accept.'" Upon reaching the stallion, Trixie leaned her ear towards him, saying, "Now accept what, I wonder? For once, Trixie's impeccable memory seemed to have failed her, so could you be a gentlecolt and remind her what you're accepting?"
Ignoring the impulse to bite a chunk of her ear off, Dusk, with great reluctance, complied to the mare's request.
"I'll do it," he groaned, Trixie's ear twitching at his words. "I'll... have a foal with you..."
Saying that to Trixie didn't feel right rolling off Dusk's tongue. As he turned away from the mare to let the bad taste escape from his mouth, that's when Trixie did away with the farce and start celebrating.
"Ha ha, yes!" she shouted, standing on her hind legs before tilting back and throwing a hoof into the air. "Take that, Miss Lecture! You're probably still working your miserable job as a magical school teacher to snot nose colts and fillies while I'm about to be the mother to Equestria's next royal! And you said Trixie would never amount to anything, ha!"
As much as that proclamation provided a small window into the inner workings of Trixie's psyche, Dusk figured it was time they cut to the chase already. After all, the sooner they would do so, the sooner he would be done the whole ordeal.
"Yeah, yeah," Dusk dismissed, causing the showmare to cut her jubilation short. "So how do you want to do this? My itinerary is a bit full at the moment, what with my royal duties and all, but I think I can pencil a... a private conference with you in say, mm... three months time?"
"Three months!" Trixie exclaimed, displaying the same fire she showed at the castle entrance earlier. With great indignation, she began shaking her head. "Oh no no no! Trixie has waited too long to spring this, and she won't be waiting a second more! We're doing this now, Princey!"
"Now?" Dusk reeled. "But... my itinerary..."
Trixie was displeased, a fact she made apparent by producing an irate growl. What she did immediately afterward caught Dusk by surprise. She practically threw herself at him, her hooves securing his shoulders as she forced her lips against his. Stunned by the sudden act, Dusk's eyes went wide as Trixie took the initiative in what was essentially a rough, one-sided make out session.
Time lost all meaning to Dusk Shine, his mind doing loops trying to comprehend what was happening. One second he was just standing there, the next he was on his rear legs backed against the cutie map, breathing in Trixie's admittedly enticing perfume-like scent while feeling every sloppy kiss she made, as well as every attempt by her tongue to invade his lips. Dusk found himself frightened by the mare's tenacity, but there was something else that scared him even more:
He was actually getting him turned on...
Dusk knew that that shouldn't have happened. It wasn't that he found Trixie to be unattractive or anything like that; if it ever came down to it, he'd admit that he actually found her pretty eye-catching. No, what always kept Dusk at bay from Trixie boiled down to a simple matter of clashing personalities.
Conceited, pompous, self-centered, boastful. These were all traits that reminded Dusk of several unicorns he had the misfortune of meeting back when he lived under Princess Celestia's tutelage in Canterlot, only they were all funneled into one blue mare. Regardless of any reservations his brain still withheld, however, one certain part of Dusk's anatomy seemed appreciative of Trixie's efforts.
Bit by bit it stirred to life, rising to the tune of Dusk's heartbeat. It largely went unnoticed by Trixie, who was busy gently tugging Dusk's bottom lip with her teeth. That soon ceased being the case when the tip of his organ then brushed the illusionist's inner thigh ever so slightly.
"Huh?" said Trixie, Dusk's lip snapping back to place upon release.
Trixie averted her gaze down to the space between them, causing Dusk to smile sheepishly and grow red in the face. He stayed like that for a moment or two until finally Trixie gave a response. What she then said he wasn't expecting to hear.
"What, is that it?" Trixie griped, gesturing a hoof to the phallus in front of her. She then looked up to Dusk, barely contained outrage in her voice. "Trixie has been giving you A-material and this is what you have to show for it!"
Dusk couldn't help it. Trixie's 'methods' got him revved up, but it was only enough to get him to half mast. Shifting awkwardly on his hind hooves, Dusk cleared his throat, then informed Trixie of the problem in his own way.
"I'm... I'm a grower, not a shower..."
Trixie blinked, then stared daggers at the half-flaccid stallionhood that dare resist her charms. "Oh no," she then said defiantly, shaking her head. "This won't do--Trixie won't be having any of that today!"
"What are you--"
Trixie plopped onto her flanks and Dusk fell silent. Still slack against the table, the stallion could only look on as the mare reached a hoof forward and committed yet another invasion of his personal space. Before Dusk could react in time, Trixie's blue hoof had already wrapped around his semi-hard member, prompting his body to jolt upright from the unexpected stimuli.
"A-ah~" Dusk moaned in what was admittedly very unstallionlike of him.
Trixie gave no warning. Her hoof had already gone straight to business, stroking up and down Dusk Shine's length. Precious blood was redirected to the kneaded organ, causing it to grow more steadily within the mare's domineering grasp. If Trixie's knit brows were any indication, however, then the pace at which it was doing so wasn't to her satisfaction.
With each of the mare's hoof moments, immense pleasure washed throughout Dusk's body. His legs threatened to buckle beneath him as a result, but so far the stallion was managing to prevent them from giving in. Unfortunately, Trixie then made that task all the more a daunting when she unceremoniously introduced the tip of his rod to the inside of her mouth.
"Sweet Celestia!" Dusk cried, throwing his head up as his erection slid over Trixie's wet tongue and all but rammed her throat. There was no way Dusk could have prepared himself. Everything past his medial ring had suddenly disappeared behind Trixie's lips. As swiftly as it happened, all Dusk could feel was his tool encompassed in the moist, burning intensity that was the inside of the unicorn's maw.
Dusk nearly crumpled forward onto Trixie from the sensation, and instinctively he rested a hoof on the mare's head. He succeeded in preventing himself from falling, but was swiftly reprimanded by Trixie swatting his hoof away. Not paying that much mind, as he was far too distracted by the mind-numbing pleasure coming from his lower region, Dusk instead reaquainted his hooves with the table and focused on breathing.
Dopey-eyed, Dusk stared off at the wall opposite of him. He took in a hitched breath, then expelled it in the hope he could adjust to the bliss. It somewhat worked, as thoughts became less jumbled and more cohesive, but that soon went out the window when Trixie threw a curve ball at him.
She pulled her head back, releasing his throbbing scepter bit by bit. As she did this, she gently sucked on his hard flesh, dexterously writhing her tongue around it all the while. Her efforts were very effective, as she had Dusk squirming on his hooves. The stallion knew he shouldn't have been so flustered; it wasn't the first blow job he's ever had, and certainly not the first one he's had that day. Still, Trixie's technique was precise, and the only other mare he could think of who could potentially rival that skill was Rarity.
That's where the comparison abruptly ended, however, as unlike Trixie, Rarity didn't leave him wanting right when things were getting good. Dusk's cock head slipped free from the blue mare's lips with a pop, at which point the prince was then taken aback when Trixie spat on his now fully erect pecker.
With a look of annoyed concentration overtaking her face, she then used her hoof to spread her saliva down the rest of Dusk's length. A few quick strokes was all that was apparently needed, as she rested said hoof at his base, then began moving Dusk's equipment every which way. She appeared to be inspecting every inch of it while at the same time testing its firmness.
Right off the back Dusk felt uncomfortable being examined in such a way. He didn't know whether to say something, or turn his head and cough. Thankfully, though, Trixie soon released his pride-stick, letting it bob back in place before it suspended itself on its own power.
"There, that's more like it," she stated matter-of-factly in her usual self-satisfied manner. "Now that you're properly lubed and ready to go, we can finally move on to the next step."
"Are you even in heat?" Dusk asked as Trixie rose to her hooves.
"Does it matter?" Trixie shot back. "If I don't get pregnant the first time, then we'll just have to keep going until it takes. No way I'm letting you weasel your way out of this."
Having said that, Trixie nudged Dusk aside, clambered onto the table, then sat on it with her rear hooves dangling off the side. Laying on her back, she lifted her head to smirk at Dusk, threw her mane back, then made a show of spreading her thighs apart, exposing her pink slit. Once spotted, Dusk went wide-eyed at the sight of her marehood. Mesmerized, his mouth watered staring at her rosy folds and his nostrils soon flared after having caught their enticing scent in the air. Dusk knew it was pheromones most likely tugging at his baser instincts, but that didn't stop his wood from slapping wetly against his belly in anticipation.
Dusk didn't know how long he was standing idle, but Trixie made sure to let him know it was too long by her standards.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Trixie chided. "Get on with it already. Trixie does not like to be kept waiting."
"Wh-wha?" Dusk shook his head and blinked. "Oh. Right. Right, of course."
Not wanting to incur the mare's ire any more than he already had, Dusk moved towards Trixie. How found himself in his predicament no longer mattered at that moment; his higher reasoning had unwittingly given up the controls to his stimulated libido. He promptly positioned himself between the stage-mare's hanging legs, reared up, and then planted both his front hooves on opposite sides of her waist. With that done, Dusk looked down between their two bodies and, with a bit of telekinetic assistance, started lining up his shaft with Trixie's entrance.
It didn't take him long finding the optimum angle, but once he did, Dusk began lurching forward. Within seconds he picked up the nearing warmth of a foreign body via his cock head, but sadly that was all he felt before...
"Uh, what are you doing?"
Dusk looked up from his groin, then stared at Trixie inquisitively.
"Um... getting on with it? You... do know how babies are made, right?"
"Funny." Trixie rolled her eyes and scoffed, then reached up and booped Dusk on the nose, making his face scrunch. "No. What Trixie was getting to is that she did you a great service by getting your little buddy wet and ready when it wasn't up to the task, and as compensation she expects you to return the favor with her flower."
Dusk's face went neutral. "You can't be serious..."
"Oh but Trixie is! Just because this is strictly business doesn't mean she's not allowed enjoy herself. Besides, I read somewhere that if a mare gets off, it increases the chances of conception."
Dusk opted not to contest that. It was only fair, after all. He certainly wasn't swayed by the fact that servicing mares down south using only his mouth just so happened to be one of his kinks. Nope, so sirree.
"If I must," Dusk sighed. Aiming for the crook of Trixie's neck, Dusk lowered his muzzle and nipped her.
"Oooh~" Trixie cooed. "A good start, but you'll have to go lower."
And go lower Dusk did. He slowly backed away from the table, his head parting from the mare's neck by leaving a trail of love bites and pecks that led all the way down to her stomach. Not long after passing her belly button, as well as greeting one of her teats by biting and licking it, Dusk found himself staring face to face with Trixie's nethers. Her engorged clit was winking at him, and her scent was more potent than before.
Dusk paused briefly, swallowed dryly, then neared his face to the mare's privates, extending his tongue as he did so.
"Ho-ho, well hello there~!" Trixie encouraged joyously, her body jolting from the sudden contact.
Dusk had pressed his tongue broadly just above Trixie's tail-hole and, in one quick and smooth motion, ran it over the entirely of her vulva. He made sure to swipe his tongue deep between her folds as he did so, as well as flick her sensitive love button upon reaching it. With that done, Dusk then retreated and smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Blueberries... with a hint of whipped cream, that's what Dusk could compare the mare's taste to. It made him lick his lips, and already he was craving more. Unable to help himself, Dusk dove his muzzle back between Trixie's rear legs, lashing her sex hungrily with a constant wash of his tongue. The reception from Trixie was a positive one.
"Oh, mmm--yes!" she screamed when not biting her bottom lip. "Treat Trixie like the queen she is!" While Dusk continued his tongue lashing, Trixie established her front hooves on the back of his head, preventing the stallion from pulling his face away. Not that he wanted to. "Nngh, you love eating out your mistress's cunt, don't you?"
His mouth busy at the moment, Dusk didn't answer.
"Well?" Trixie then demanded, applying pressure to the back of Dusk's head, forcing his muzzle even deeper into her crevice.
Dusk thought the sudden aggressiveness from Trixie was a bit uncalled for, but before he could call her out on that, what then came out of his mouth drew his attention and worry.
"Y-yes mistress!"
Dusk didn't know why he blurted that of all things, that he was playing into her fantasy which she had concocted on the spot. While still introducing his tongue to every inch of her velvet tunnel, Dusk struggled internally, determining if perhaps he had a bit of a masochist streak in him.
Trixie ground her hips against Dusk's face, uttering beneath her breath, "Mm, take it. Eat Trixie's pussy. You better make her cum soon..." she then slapped his head, finishing with, "or else."
Dusk's rock-hard spire slapped his belly, answering his question for him.
Well I'll be damned...
Deciding to address these newfound curiosities later, Dusk returned to the task at hoof. He redoubled his tongue's movements, swiping it along the inner walls of with Trixie's entrance while slurping her sweet secretions. For a time he mainly focused on that area, though eventually his attention was redirected to the clit winking against his snout. Switching over to it, Dusk secured the throbbing nub with his lips, keeping Trixie on her toes by both sucking and nibbling on it.
"Mmff~!" moaned Trixie, kicking her rear legs out. She then ran her hooves through Dusk's mane, saying, "Oh yes, definitely more of that. Keep going."
His ears twitching at her approval, Dusk continued teasing her sensitive organ. He hummed around it while sucking it, then held for a few seconds before releasing it with a pop. After giving it a parting nibble, he returned his maw to her honeypot, soon alternating between the two areas.
Dusk continued the back and forth for several minutes, the fur around his muzzle gradually becoming drenched in his own saliva and Trixie's nectar. As for Trixie, it was clear she was nearing her peak, something she made evident by announcing it.
"Fff--fuck!" she squealed, throwing her head back onto the table. "Trixie's gonna... I'm gonna... gonna..."
With little to no indication that she was going to do so, Trixie caught Dusk unawares when she suddenly pushed down and held his face against her marehood with her fore hooves. Initially stunned by the sheer swiftness of the act, Dusk attempted to squirm free, but ultimately stopped when he felt her waist tremble and her inner passage quiver around his tongue. What happened next, Trixie arched her back, producing a half gasp, half climax-fueled wail while Dusk's muzzle was further bathed in her erupting fluids.
Trixie's voice echoed throughout the crystalline chamber, and most likely carried into the adjacent hallways. Thankfully, however, it began to die down before leaving any lasting damage to Dusk's ears. Her throat relaxed, and with it the rest of her body. The mare's limbs then went limp, which allowed Dusk to finally free himself.
Licking his lips of Trixie's essence, Dusk Shine stepped back, then wiped his foreleg over his dripping chin as he admired what his mouth had brought about. Trixie was lying face up in a heap on the table, her chest visibly heaving and beads of sweat clinging to her forehead. Every few seconds, one of her legs hanging off the table would twitch.
"Okay..." Trixie wheezed. "Things got... a little intense there... but... but I think I'm ready now." She raised her head and looked to Dusk, an act which in itself seemed like a struggle for her to do. "What about you? Are you ready to honor your end of the deal?"
Eyes glued to the mare's sopping wet vagina, Dusk snorted. Of course he was ready. He had been too riled up to stop. His hard member throbbed painfully beneath him, egging him to step forward and jam it straight into the opening before his eyes. Putting a baby in Trixie became a secondary objective at that point, as fulfilling his own gratification became foremost.
Silently, Dusk moved forward with purpose. Seconds later he was standing on his hind legs, his upper half positioned over Trixie as he stared down at her with a deep seated hunger in his eyes. His stiff length rested over the mare's mound, a portion of it nestled between her teats while his orbs brushed against her soaked slit.
"My," Trixie snickered, "while Trixie does admire the sudden enthusiasm, I think I've waited long enou--HEEE!"
No more words. That's what went through Dusk's mind as he cocked his hips back, sparing only enough time to align his stallionhood with Trixie's opening before immediately thrusting forward. There was ample lubrication provided by both participants, so his rod encountered little resistance gaining entry.
The stallion's length delved deeper and deeper into Trixie, setting off every sensitive nerve it came into contact lining her inner walls. The showmare's muscles reacted by attempting to close in on the invading object, but the tightness, coupled with the burning heat encasing his shaft, only served to drive the stallion forward. Trixie wasn't prepared for the ensuing pleasure, and it showed.
Her teeth were clenched, and her eyes looked as if they were trying to roll into her skull. Right at that moment, she was learning first-hoof that a pair of wings and a few extra inches in height weren't the only things Dusk gained after ascending to alicornhood. Letting out a guttural grunt, Dusk let loose and shot his hips forward, his groin impacting violently against Trixie's.
The entirety of his wood, medial ring and all, sunk into Trixie, causing her jaw to drop as if she had had the wind knocked out of her. Her jaw remained slack, and as she tried and failed to produce sound anywhere near comprehension, her trembling eyes looked to the space between their two bodies, where it then lingered. Dusk didn't have to look down to know what she was so focused on; he could feel it.
The head of his pulsating member was pushing at her cervix, so much so that there was a visible bulge protruding from her lower abdomen. Smirking, Dusk flexed his kegels, making his penis lift within the mare. In response, Trixie grit her teeth while her body shook with intensity, a sight that Dusk savored.
Upon witnessing drool begin to run down the side of her mouth, Dusk leaned in and whispered into Trixie's ear.
"Hey, just remember: you wanted this."
"I--"
Not offering her a chance for a rebuttal, Dusk promptly separated his waist from Trixie's, dragging his stallionhood along with it. The bulge in Trixie's belly went flat, and her breath escaped her lungs while Dusk's medial ring scraped her insides on its way out. Once about three-fourths of his mast was withdrawn from her, Dusk ceased his movements. He stared down at Trixie's twisted expression in amusement, allowing her a brief respite before slowly impaling her on his rod again.
"Hurk!" she then groaned, Dusk snorting contently above her the moment their crotches rejoined.
Sucking in air through his nostrils, Dusk prepared to pull back again, making subtle movements that Trixie picked up on due to their union. Desperately, she moved her forelegs and secured them around Dusk's neck, almost as if it would brace her for what was to come. Being mindful of her horn, her face was buried in the stallion's chest fur the moment he began pulling back once more.
Dusk was less cautious, pulling out the second time. Fluid-like, that's how he moved freeing more than half of his spire from Trixie's confines. Following the same execution, Dusk then reversed his penis's direction, driving it back into the mare's warm depths. Trixie shuddered against Dusk as this happened, but then jolted into stillness the moment their waists collided. The bulge beneath her belly button reemerged, and Dusk's hanging balls slapped her puckered anus.
With the chance of a breather off the table, Dusk move back, then forward again. The prince repeated that action, over and over again, though each set was slightly faster than the last. With each forward thrust, he gave in to his urges more and more, and before long he was pounding into Trixie, rendering the unicorn mute aside from a few moans and grunts.
Dusk was being merciless. The physical chemistry in his brain and body directed his actions, but it was years of built up enmity directed towards the mare he was pistoning into that fueled him. All the trouble she ever put him through, every off-hoof remark she ever made at his expense, he was paying back twofold. Being able to finally silence her using only his stallionhood was... cathartic, in a sense.
At some point during his abuse of Trixie's foal-hole, Dusk had lost semblance of the passage of time. He didn't know how long he was copulating with the stage-mare, but what he did know was that he was moments away from delivering the ingredient necessary for him to finalize their transaction. He could feel that all too familiar, glacial crawl run along his spine, coupled with the sensation of his balls readying their payload.
Suddenly afflicted by the same shortness of breath shared by the mare he was mounting, Dusk whipped his sweat-damped mane from his face, then licked his lips before pouring everything he had into one last thrust. Trixie made a sound indicative of surprise, her lower half slowly being held up over the table by Dusk's. With his tip pressed firmly against the mare's cervix, Dusk was at last sent over the edge.
Dusk grit his teeth, his entire length twitching uncontrollably against Trixie's inner walls. After a few hard spasms, his shaft deposited the first spurt of his thick, virile seed directly into Trixie's womb. Trixie screamed something into his chest, but Dusk couldn't make out what that was over the loud beating of his own heart in his ears. His vision turned white, and he could feel the mare wrap her hind legs around his waist, locking him in place. Having her deepest recess filling with heir-batter seemed to have triggered a second climax in Trixie; her inner muscles contracted around Dusk's erupting mast, almost as if attempting to coax and milk him for every last drop.
Whether it was successful or not, Dusk was unsure of thanks to the cocktail of adrenaline and endorphins surging straight into his brain. It wasn't a long high, however. It faded just as quick as it came, and with it his vision gradually returned along with feeling in his body. He soon discovered that he was out of breath, his stallionhood had gone still, and that Trixie was limp beneath him. She was barely moving, and her face was still buried in his chest.
Where there was once deviancy was quickly being replaced with concern.
"Oh geez," Dusk panicked, fearful that he may have gone a little overboard. He carefully set her head on the table, then maneuvered his hips to have hers follow suit.
Once Trixie was safety laying flat on her back, Dusk began the task of withdrawing his member from her. He pulled out with little difficulty, but as his semi-flaccid cock dangled and dripped beneath him, he stopped to then take in the sight before him. He had essentially uncorked Trixie; thick globules of his pearlessent seed began to seep from her entrance, all while she groaned incoherently under her breath. It wasn't an absurd amount, but certainly enough to have Dusk question if that all really came from him.
Trixie continued to mutter, her eyes half open as if in a haze. Seeing her like that, Dusk worried if he truly indeed fucked what little brains she had out of her. Moments into that sate, however, she groggily raised a hoof to her belly and managed to say something somewhat coherent.
"If you got any on my fur... I'm going to be so mad..."
Dusk breathed a sigh of relief. She was fine.
That said, Dusk stood tall and puffed his chest out. "Right, well. Now that business is concluded, I'll be--"
"Ha! Concluded, he says," Trixie interrupted. Dusk balked, which prompted the mare to elaborate. "In case you forgot, this isn't a one-and-done deal. Until it's confirmed that Trixie is pregnant, you and I will continue to go at it. Of course, if you want to secure Stars Swirl's legacy, that is~"
Dusk sulked, his expression souring. He took a breath, then turned and stalked towards the door, abandoning Trixie at the table.
"And where are you going?!" Trixie demanded. "Do you have wax in your ears or something? Did you not hear what the great and powerful Trixie just said?"
Stopping just before the door, Dusk straighten his posture, then said while facing opposite of the mare, "Woman, I have been running on fumes this entire time! If I am going to be doing anything more with you, then I am going to get some breakfast in me first!"
There was silence after that, though it didn't last very long.
"Oh... Well, while you're at it, could you get Trixie something, too? Peanut-butter crackers, if you have them."
Dusk sighed. "I'll... see what I can do."
With that said, Dusk opened the door with his magic. However, rather than immediately taking his exit, he instead stood and looked out into the hallway. He couldn't believe he was going to do this, but...
"Trixie..."
"Hmm?"
Another sigh. "This castle has a lot of rooms. Far too many for me to every really use. Given that it's not mine's, Spike's, or Starlight's, you could... I don't know, take your pick of any of them?"
"Wait," Trixie questioned. "Are you suggesting...?"
"Yeah." Dusk rolled his eyes, still refusing to face her. "If you're going to be the mother of one of my foals, then I'll feel a lot better knowing you're not staying in some beat up caravan."
"Huh," Trixie uttered, astonishment in her voice. Dusk didn't need to see it, he could practically hear her smirk grow from eat to ear. "This is amazing! The foal's not even born yet and already I'm getting the perks of high-living!"
And with that, Dusk stepped out and made for the kitchen, hoping he didn't make a decision he'd later regret.
"I'm going to tell him."
"I see you're still on about this, dear sister."
Celestia did not have the energy for this. Her personal assistant was presenting her with one document after another, each that needed her immediate approval. The last thing she needed muddying up her already busy schedule was another of her sister's interruptions, especially when said interruptions was her griping about the same thing day after day.
"Of course I'm 'still on this'," exclaimed Luna, ever the theatrical one. "How can I not when he is all that runs through my thoughts!"
Leaving her signature on a parchment, Celestia gave her reply. "You know, if you're feeling this pent up, you could always just do that thing you do."
"Can't," muttered Luna, allowing herself to collapse onto one of the throne's throw pillows. "Entire barrack is hospitalized, mare's included. They're all just so soft and spongy, and clearly lack the fortitude seeing as most of them are reduced to tears by the time I'm done with them. They're not at all like him now that he's an alicorn."
"Uh huh," Celestia remarked indifferently, her focus mainly directed towards her documents. "A shame, your dilemma. Stars forbid you focus that energy on your work or anything, but, hey, I'm just the mare who's neck deep in paperwork. What do I know?"
Luna wasn't oblivious to her sister's tone. She eyed her incredulously from her pillow, then raised her head.
"You know, if you're looking to relieve yourself of some stress, then I'd be interested in sharing him with you, sister. Only another alicorn can keep up with the likes of us, so--"
Celestia's eyes widened, her quill pen snapping in her magic.
"You know what, we can finish these another time," Raven Inkwell nervously put it, taking her leave with the papers after having read the room.
Once she was gone, Celestia turned to face her sister.
"Luna," she started evenly enough. "I'd like to remind you that Dusk Shine is the closest thing I currently have to a son. If you want to pursue him, you're more than welcome to, but I ask that you refrain from even entertaining the thought of inviting me in your depraved fantasies."
Luna rolled her eyes. "Fine. Only suggested it because I thought it'd finally get you to be helpful in my situation. More of him for me, then."
"Oh Luna..." Celestia murmured in defeat, pinching the bridge of her snout between two wingtips. "Mother give me strength."
After taking a deep breath, Celestia clopped her forelegs together, garnering Luna's attention.
"Listen," she said, putting on a fake smile. "I know you're deeply enamored with Dusk, and because I care for you, I'm going to give you this bit of advice: You and him aren't happening, at least not for the moment, anyway."
Luna raised her brow, clearly perplexed by that statement. "Odd phrasing. Explain yourself."
"Okay, well... You know how Dusk has five foals on the way?"
"Of course," Luna nodded. "It was mainly the reason why you ascended him, and only serves as further proof of his capabilities in bed."
Celestia winced. "Please stop. Anyway, he contacted me recently and made a secret proposal."
Luna jumped to her hooves, pointing to her sister while shouting, "You hussy! You said you wouldn't--"
"Not that kind of proposal, sheesh," Celestia dismissed. Luna planted her rear back onto the pillow, but her face retained some sternness. "So back to what I was saying. It's a secret between the two of us that I'm letting you in on, but he's planning to throw a festival in Canterlot sometime after the foals are born. A sort of friendship festival, if you will. I'm telling you this because for the next few months he's--"
"Going to be busy planning for said festival," Luna finished, less than ecstatic.
Celestia extended a hoof and placed it reassuringly on her sister's shoulder. "Sorry. Unlike myself, he actually enjoys busy work. Showing up and hounding him while he's busy making painstaking preparations will only earn you his annoyance."
"Drat. This is true," muttered Luna. "I suppose I'll have to be patient, then. Even more so than before."
"Precisely," Celesita agreed. "If you want your shot at him, then it'll have to be right when the festivities are underway. It's foolproof, really.
"I mean, what could go wrong during a simple festival of friendship?"
Author's Note
I have small pink mystery horse. I have.
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