Spiking the Punch

“Did we have to get it here?” Spike asked.

He walked next to Trixie in a dark alley in Canterlot, both wearing cloaks as Trixie had insisted. This wasn’t the nice section of town; it was the place that most residents avoided and pretended didn’t exist. They walked past a pony selling magic mushrooms and a blank-flanked colt selling his body, which already looked well-used enough.

“This place doesn’t seem… legal,” Spike whispered.

“What Trixie wants isn’t legal,” smirked Trixie.

“Well, it’s not like it’ll cause any harm,” said Spike. “It’s not like we can get them pregnant or something.”

They wanted one thing: something to spike the punch with at Pinkie’s next party.

The conversation had arisen when the two connected on a problem they had in common. Specifically, they both wanted in somepony’s figurative pants that didn’t want them in back in that way. Together, they came up with a plan: Spike the punch at Pinkie’s party with aphrodisiac. They’d all have a blast, Spike could plow Rarity, and Trixie could get her lick on with Starlight.

Once Rarity and Starlight realized what awesome lays they were, they’d be up for seconds when they weren’t drugged. Trixie believed 100% in her ability to rock Starlight’s world, and even Spike was certain once Rarity got a go at his long tongue and double dragon dicks.

They entered the dusty shop, which contained both artifacts and disturbing things made of bones.

“May I help you traveler?” the shopkeeper asked. “Hmm, something drew you to my shop… something powerful…“

“Trixie didn’t realize that you said this to everypony that walked in,” Trixie said.

“Ah, Miss Lulamoon,” the shopkeeper chuckled. “How did your purchase turn out?”

“Well it led to a chain of events that might get me laid, but I need one more thing to make that happen,” Trixie headed to the counter. “I don’t want a love potion, but more like a fuck potion to spike party punch with and get everypony into the mood. I need to get her to give me a whirl to show myself off.”

“Hm, such potions would not be legal,” the stallion pondered.

“Oh, cut to the chase,” Trixie rolled her eyes. “Trixie knows what sort of things you sell.”

Trixie plopped a bag full of bits onto the counter, much as she had on her last visit. Both her and Spike had been saving for months to make sure it was enough that he wouldn’t refuse.

“Well, I have one thing,” the merchant smiled. “It’s called Aphrodite’s Touch. It sends any pony that tastes it into a ravenous fit of lust.” He searched under the counter and then placed it atop, a bottle about as large as a tea cup.

“Trixie will take twelve,” grinned Trixie.

“Very well,” the merchant grinned himself as he took the bag of bits. “But remember: One spoonful for a gallon of drink and stir well. That’s all you’ll need. Too much can have… unusual side effects.”

“Yes, yes, Trixie knows,” Trixie almost listened, taking the two six-packs and stashing them in her saddle bags beneath her cloak. She turned to leave.

“It’s a good thing we wore cloaks,” Spike commented as they were leaving. “Because I’m hard thinking about what we’re gonna do! I haven’t done this a lot. I mean Ember pinned me that one time as a show of dominance… Garble in my out exit too… okay a lot of the dragons did. And Thorax half a dozen times, his brother once, though never as themselves. Then also the Crusaders when they wanted to try for prostitution cutie marks, and a few of the other fillies and colts at the school house… and that time Gabby got excited and fucked me without meaning to… and Pinkie fucks everyone and everything… huh… guess I’ve fucked more than the average adult pony.” He looked up at Trixie. “But what if they realize we did it?”

“Your experiences dim compared to Trixie. Trixie is among the most oft-laid ponies in Equestria. Ponies come from miles around to plow Trixie’s great and powerful pussy,” claimed Trixie. She’d never admit that she was a virgin other than Pinkie, who didn’t count since she sexed up every new pony she met. “And why would they? It’s Pinkie’s punch, and she’s a rabid fuck-slut. We’ll pretend we’re under the spell too. Trixie will even make an exception to her normal preference and have sex with your nasty reptilian parts if you think it’ll sell it, after we’re done with our primary targets at least.”

“Really?” Spike blinked. “I wouldn’t say no to more, dragons have great stamina! Kinda hoping to get more once I’m done with Rarity anyway, like Twilight.”

“Isn’t she like your mother?” asked Trixie.

“That’s what would make it so hot!” Spike sounded awkward. “She has no idea how often I’ve jacked off watching her sleep. I even came on her face once… good thing she was sleeping deep that night.”

The two grew silent, each imagining what would happen. Spike imagined Rarity being a proper slut with him like she was with so many stallions, and colts, and mares and fillies come to think of it. Not to mention Twilight’s geeky body writhing against him. Trixie just wanted Starlight’s attention, but imagined getting it on with her every night. Maybe Starlight could even use gender magic; Trixie would definitely be up for carrying Starlight’s foal. If she could manage that, Starlight would have to marry her.

“This will be a party to remember,” purred Trixie.