“Seriously Trix?” Glimmer asked, as she watched her friend throw sundry magic tricks and props into her saddlebags. “You’re actually going to this stage magic convention in Las Pegasus?”
The blue unicorn simply giggled in response, currently distracted by the choice of whether or not to pack her deck of rigged cards.
“And why shouldn’t I go, Starlight? They don’t just send these invites out to anypony.” Trixie closed her eyes and turned her chin up, totally self-satisfied, slinging her bags under her cape and adjusting her wizard hat smartly. “Besides, Trixie’s mother will be in Las Pegasus that weekend... I’m sure she’ll be so proud to see that her daughter has become such a famous, invited-to-all-the-exclusive events, beautiful, intelligent, powerful, and great magician!”
Glimmer was not quite so impressed with her friend. “Actually Trix...” Starlight murmured, prodding the invitation envelope which she noticed was addressed to OCCUPANT. She noticed that it looked suspiciously similar to envelopes she’d seen the local mail-mare stuffing into every mailbox across town, “...I think they do send these to anypony.”
“Oh hush, Starlight.” Trixie growled, ushering her friend out of her wagon and locking the door behind her. “In any case, I really do need to go - I need a new suite of illusions if I’m going to kick off my new tour…” Trixie motioned with hooves as if pointing out a sign suspended in the air, “...The No-Longer Humble and Penitent but Appropriately Confident and Still Supremely Great and Powerful Trixie Tour!”
Starlight could only stare, with a dumbfounded deadpan, at her friend before snarking: “Let me guess… it’s a working title?”
Trixie cocked her head, confused. “No. Why would you ask that? I’ve even gotten the merchandise printed already.” Trixie levitated a t-shirt out of her saddlebag over to her friend... a shirt covered in so much text that you could barely see the titular blue mare in the center.
Starlight could only shake her head and roll her eyes. “Well, Trix, I’m sorry that I can’t make it out to Las Pegasus with you - it would have made for an incredibly fun girls’ weekend.”
Trixie sighed as the pair approached the Ponyville train station. “Don’t worry Starlight, I’m sure if you’d come you would have spent half the weekend pining for that orange-haired stallion of yours instead of living it up in the bars with Trixie.”
“H-hey what are you tal-” Starlight’s nascent complaint was cut off by the blue unicorn’s interrupting hoof.
“And as much as I would have loved to have you join me, the Great and UNSATISFIED Trixie would like to make sure that she ends her long dry spell this weekend as well…” The blue show-mare gestured to herself with a hoof and smugly closed her eyes, “Trixie shall bed the handsomest, hunkiest, horniest colt in Las Pegasus... and no pouting best friend will slow her down!”
Trixie paused, her cocky expression faltering a little bit: her lack of confidence beginning to rear its ugly head from underneath her arrogant facade. “...at least… Trixie hopes she’ll find somepony there.”
Starlight grumbled, still angry that her friend was accusing her of being a wet blanket with a crush on Sunburst. She fired back a small shot at the prideful Unicorn, “Bleh… a hook-up weekend? Gross… too much information Trixie.” But Glimmer could never stay mad at her friend for being abrasive; that would be like getting mad at water for being wet. “Well, at least make sure you use protection and be safe.”
Trixie rolled her eyes. “Of course Starlight, Trixie isn’t some inexperienced little filly… or some desperate loner who hasn’t had a date in three whole years!” Trixie paused and nervously looked at Starlight.
“You haven’t had a date in three years, have you?” Starlight deadpanned.
Trixie’s cheeks puffed out and her eyes raced left and right, as if looking for an escape.
Starlight simply cocked her head again and shrugged, not wanting to call out her friend’s longstanding troubles in finding a coltfriend… or really any friend... beside her that is.
Trixie coughed, then continued, “No, Trixie is not looking to be a mother any time soon.” Trixie pondered for a moment then stepped into the open, waiting train-carriage, “though if the stallion is the right one, maybe Trixie could accidentally forget the contraception spell.”
Starlight’s eyes shot wide as the carriage doors closed. She raced up to the window poking her head in to continue her conversation with her friend. “Wh-what do you mean ‘contraception spell’... Trixie, are you not taking your moon tea?”
Trixie grinned from her seat, pausing to let the train’s departure whistle finish its shrill tone before replying smugly, “Oh please Starlight, every little filly knows that rutting is so much more fun when your hormones aren’t being suppressed… particularly after a long dry spell.”
The train began to pull away, as a panicking Starlight trotted to keep up.
“Tr-trixie! That’s way too reckless! If you forget or make one mistake with the spell you could…!”
Trixie chuckled and simply waved at Starlight, “Bye Starlight! I’ll tell you all about my sexy weekend on Monday!”
The train pulled away from the end of the platform , forcing Starlight to scream after her friend on the departing train. “IT’S NOT WORTH IT TRIXIE! A GREAT SEX ISN’T WORTH THE RISK!”
But it was too late, the train had departed, speeding off toward the main line and the desert city.
Starlight sighed, turning around to see a stunned crowd of ponies looking at her with appalled shock, mothers covering the ears of their children, and some young stallions eyeing her with raised eyebrows.
Starlight Glimmer blushed heavily and cringed, suddenly wishing that she could shrink out of sight from everyone.
Granny Smith, who was on the platform nearby taking a consignment of apples, merely chuckled and shook her head, “Ah’d beg tuh differ, sugarcube.”
Trixie groaned as she walked through the halls of the Las Pegasus magic exposition. It was clear to her now that the entire event was just a giant tourist trap. There weren’t really any professional magicians wandering the show’s various booths and stalls. Instead, it was simple Las Pegasus tourists wandering about, snapping pictures and being mildly entertained by the various tricks on display. Like most amateur magicians, the booth performers that Trixie watched fell into the common mistakes of unicorn practitioners of the craft: far too much reliance on magic, and not enough on illusion.
The problem with using real magic to supplant stage magic was that ANY half-baked princess of friendship could snap off a teleport spell or a transmogrification blast, and though that may wow the plebeians present at this little get-together… a TRUE aficionado of magical spectacles would consider such paltry tricks better suited for a unicorn talent show.
No, the true art of stage magic was the misdirection, the distraction, the ingenuity of mechanisms and sleight of hoof to make the truly impossible seem possible… or at the very least, to incorporate some elements of daring and showmanship. Everything Trixie had seen thus far was just… parlor tricks.
Trixie rounded a corner, idly playing with her lanyard, considering whether she should just throw the thing into the nearest trash bin and head for the nearest bar. One half of her goal was already a bust… that left her relationship goal for the weekend…
Trixie had been keeping her eyes peeled for any cute stallions among the crowds and performers during her rounds, but the convention seemed to be sadly lacking: the few colts that were worth looking at were the eye-candy stagehands or assistants for their mare headliners (and already taken by their mare handlers)… and the one tourist that Trixie had tried to make a pass at turned out to be a colt-cuddler.
Just as she was about to throw the thing into the garbage and make one last effort to pick up somepony in the bar... a door to an auditorium entered her field of vision on her left. JACK POT’S and BIG BUCK’S amazing magic show! blazed out at her from a placard perched next to the door, with beautiful artwork that immediately evoked the classic show advertisement artwork Trixie’s hero: Hoofdini.
Maybe this would be worth her time?
Trixie ducked into the auditorium, which was shockingly empty. It appeared that the pair of magicians on stage were going into their final trick, if the build-up of all the trappings and glamours of the show were any indication.
Trixie snuck down to the front row and grabbed a free seat (one of many), hoping that her proximity to the stage might betray some flaw in the trick and reveal its secret to her. She chuckled at the pageantry and show-work of the two older stallions on-stage as they worked their audience... particularly the blue unicorn, Jack Pot.
Trixie noticed that the stallion seemed to have caught the eyes of a mother and daughter pair that he had chosen to be the helpless pair in their signature trick: the Splashtastic Escape. Trixie could only grin as the two mares swooned and made gaga faces at the handsome older male... before they were escorted to a ladder so they could be loaded into the strange aquarium.
“And now fillies and gentlecolts, please hold your applause and adoration, as we will need full concentration to channel the magical energies contained in the mystical mystery Pharaoh-King’s aquarium of wonder to preserve and save the lives of these two beautiful mares.”
Jack Pot walked the stage, continuing to build a rapport with the audience as the aquarium slowly filled - the tension building beautifully… even Trixie could feel her heart-rate starting to rise as the water level reached the necks of the helplessly bound pegasus teenager and her mother, the water continuing to bubble up. The entire audience (only about 10 ponies), gasped aloud - murmurs and whispers of anxiety passing through the crowd - should they call somepony? It was all under control... wasn’t it!?
“To show you all that we are not casting anything... and that this is all a result of the mysterious, magical aquarium’s innate life-saving capabilities, my colleague and I will now place spell restrictors on our horns…” both Jack Pot and Big Bucks slipped restrictor rings onto their horns.
Trixie grinned and rolled her eyes: fake spell-restrictors were a dime-a-dozen gimmick in the magic industry. Jack Pot seemed to notice her expression and trotted over. “Now some of you may be skeptical of these restrictors, but I assure you they are quite real! Could I ask this ravishingly beautiful unicorn mare in the front row to use her telekinesis to lift the ring off of my horn? If it is a true restrictor its natural resistance will not allow her to do so!’ Jack Pot stared deeply into Trixie’s eyes and shot her a wink while wiggling his eyebrows.
Trixie blinked, surprised. Was this handsome stallion trying to seduce her into playing along? The balls on this stallion! Was he hoping that she would play along and only fake lifting the ring off? If so, he was sorely mistaken - Trixie would love nothing more than to remove charlatans who would be so unprofessional as to rely on the kindness of audience members
“You’ve got big balls, colt, I’ll give you that.” Trixie whispered up at the magician, who simply smirked down at her..
Grinning evilly, Trixie cast a levitation spell, not only on Jack Pot, but on Big Bucks as well, yanking with all her might. She would have no qualms about ruining their show… but her spell simply fizzled and sputtered. Those were real restrictors! Trixie’s eyes opened, She had to give credit where credit was due - “They’re REAL!” she shouted aloud so the entire audience could hear, now trying to assist the showman in convincing his audience.
Jack Pot grinned and winked at Trixie again - he was flirting with her! “There you have it folks! This beautiful mare confirms that they’re very real!” Jack Pot turned slightly, changing his stance. From Trixie’s position, she was able to see under Jack Pot’s barrel, down toward his nethers… where a pair of quite large orbs hung from just below his sheath. Trixie’s mouth dropped open - the colt really did pack big balls… and he wanted her to see!
“I believe I have assured the young lady that they are very functional.” Jack Pot said to the crowd, pointing at the horn but wagging his hips ever so slightly, making the two pendulous testicles sway between his legs. “She’s welcome to stop by after the show for an even closer inspection.” Jack Pot looked down and with one last sultry stare at Trixie.
Trixie blushed. The rogue! Flirting and exposing himself so blatantly in the middle of a show! It was… sexy as Tartarus!
“Now watch, in amazement, as my partner and I send the instructions to our hapless participants… with our minds!” Jackpot touched his forehead with his hoof.
The water slipped up and over the teen’s blue ponytail mane... and then up over her mother’s short-cut rose-colored hair, completely submerging both of them. Their eyes opened wide in shock and their wings snapped out wide, fully extended. All at once, a curtain fell from the ceiling, occluding the audience’s view of the two soon-to-be-drowned ponies. The powerful show-room speakers pumped in a drum roll and the spotlights focused in on the magicians.
A member of the audience screamed in fright. Most ponies craned their heads to the crowd to locate the source of the sudden scream, but Trixie kept her well-practiced eyes glued to the stage - she knew that an audience distraction was an old trick used to distract eyes away from the real action…
But she didn’t see any telltale flaws… no flashes of spell-casting from a hidden unicorn, no reality warping shudders or hazes that usually betrayed the secret of such a daring escape trick.
And then the curtain raced back up.
The aquarium was empty!
Trixie’s eyes raced about the stage, trying not to be distracted by the so-called ‘prestige moment’ of the Splashtastic Escape trick. The aquarium suddenly cracked along pre-weakened points and spilled its water in a great gushing torrent. Jack Pot and Big Bucks shouted and screamed, affecting a look of horror with almost perfect acting… which Trixie might have believed if not for the elaborate gutter system that she had seen built into the edge of the stage to prevent the trick from drenching the audience… this was all part of the act!
Not distracted or flinching from the torrent of water like the rest of the audience, Trixie noticed the tiniest glint of lighting off to the right side of the stage, revealing for the briefest of moments the edge of a beautifully hidden trap door through which the two bedazzled participant-mares were pushed by unseen stagehands.
As everyone gasped and recoiled from the rushing water, the trapdoor snapped shut - and the spotlights raced from the torrent of water to focus on the two pegasi females, soaking wet, their wings still outstretched and their manes completely soaked… but safe and sound.
“Fillies and Gentlecolts! I humbly submit to you: the Splashtastic Escape!” Big Bucks shouted, gesturing over toward the two mares as the small audience burst into hoof-stomping applause.
Trixie also had to stand up and clop her hooves together, even with the small error she’d caught it was a wonderful trick...and well executed! The only thing she couldn’t figure out was why the participants weren’t revealing the secret of what had happened to them… sure this particular pair might be happy to play along, but it was far too great a risk to take that your audience participant wouldn’t spill the beans or ruin the show… were they plants?
Trixie watched closely as the two mares dreamily staggered across the stage... where they were gathered up by a unicorn husband/father who was cheering mightily. Aside from the fact that his teenage daughter and wife seemed to be draping themselves over the father in an almost obscenely erotic way (much to the father’s stunned embarrassment)... it looked like a normal family - no telltale signs that it was a plant or an act...
They had her stumped!
“Thank you, thank you everypony!” Jack Pot crooned, though he seemed a bit disappointed that his participants were being swept away by their somewhat confused father/husband figure, who was now being smothered in very lewd kisses and hugs. “This concludes the show! Tell your friends and family! Our next show will be tomorrow night, at 6PM!” Trixie grinned as she caught the eye of Jack Pot, who simply smirked at her and waggled his eyebrows again.
Things were definitely looking up for Trixie! This little detour seemed to have discovered a way to achieve both goals that she had been hoping to accomplish this weekend... see some great magic, and maybe meet a very handsome stallion.
As she walked up the aisle with the rest of the departing audience, Trixie flicked her tail up and to the side, knowing that Jackpot was getting an eyeful of her delicious plot.
Trixie could play his game too!
“Another successful show, Big Bucks!” Jackpot grinned, as he threw his gaudy top hat up onto the peg in their well-apportioned dressing room: a practiced toss that belied just how experienced the duo were in running their show.
“Yes it was! Though... it is too bad about that stallion husband I didn’t notice... I would have sworn that those two mares were there on their own.” Big Bucks sighed, taking off his coat. “Well, I guess at least somepony, or more like some family will be... ending up with a story that can never leave Las Pegasus.”
Jackpot groaned, remembering how the wife and daughter had practically wrapped their tails around the confused father/husband, even as their hooves began to explore some of his more… intimate places. “Ugh, I can’t believe we’re going to be responsible for… that.”
Big Bucks punched his longtime partner in his shoulder. “What? A little fun family incest? Please Jackpot, you’re being far too squeamish for a long-time Las Pegasus showman. Hay, you wouldn’t be complaining right now if that father wasn’t around and you were bedding that mother-daughter duo…” Big Bucks paused, licking his lips slightly.
Jackpot stuck his tongue out. “Th-that’s… different.” Jackpot couldn’t deny that he’d partaken in some rather debauched after-show hookups, “but a father and his daughter? You actually find that anything other than reprehensible? You’re truly a sick colt, partner.”
Big Bucks simply rolled his eyes: he’d finished changing into his leisure suit. “Hmf, well… anyway I see that you’ve already managed to set your eye on that cute unicorn in the front row... so unless you’re willing to share her scrumptious little plot like that one time we took that beautiful model up to your room-”
“NO.” Jackpot shook his head vigorously. “I was drunk that night, Bucks. I still can’t believe we double-teamed a mare... I do wish you’d stop bringing it up.”
“-then I shall be heading out to Ember’s brothel.” Big Bucks checked his teeth and hair quickly, making sure they were perfectly coiffed.
“Ember’s?”
“Mm… although… the golden horseshoe gals are in town again, and once they manage to lose their pesky country chaperone the five of them are always up for a night of fun.”
“Ugh… those elderly mares? You truly are a sick pony, Bucks.” Jackpot leaned back on the couch in their dressing room, watching and shaking his head with disapproval as the chubbier pony made his way to the door.
“Judge me all you’d like, Jack. But I’m telling you, mares age like fine wine… and the positively nasty things they’ll do… especially with their dentures out… you just have to be careful not to break their hips!”
Jackpot tossed a pillow at his partner, laughing. “Scoundrel! Get out of here!”
Big Bucks was already part-way out of the door, laughing as well before almost bumping into somepony. “Oh hello there! Yes, yes. He was hoping you might show up! Please, go right in!”
Jackpot scrambled quickly, standing up from the sofa and brushing his fur quickly, trying to make himself look as handsome and debonair as possible, before looking up to see the beautiful blue unicorn he’d been flirting with during the show slide into the room.
“Hello there! I hoped you enjoyed the show Miss…” Jackpot reached out and took her hoof in his.
Trixie smiled and sniffed, closing her eyes regally. “Trixie. The Great and Powerful Trixie.”
Jackpot didn’t miss a beat, despite the long monniker. “Miss Trixie,” he bowed down and pulled Trixie’s hoof to his mouth, landing a noble peck on her left-hoof in the fashion of a Canterlot aristocrat. “The Great and Powerful Trixie. Might I add the lovely and beautiful Trixie to your title?” He looked up at her with a smile.
Trixie blushed, trying desperately but failing to suppress a dopey grin that spread across her face. She had always been a complete sucker for compliments. ”Y-you may… Trixie wished to speak with you about your… acceptable showmanship.”
“Of course, of course! Please, come have a seat!” Jackpot waved his arm toward the couch, allowing Trixie to trot past him to take a seat. “Can I get you anything to drink, Trixie?”
Trixie nodded, a grin on her face. “That would be fine with Trixie, perhaps some wine?”
“My pleasure!” Jackpot used his magic to skillfully levitate a bottle from a nearby rack, along with two wine glasses and a corkscrew. He didn’t even need to look at the levitating objects, as he coordinated his magic to pour them both a pair of generously full glasses. He accomplished all this dextrous magic-work without even pausing in addressing her. “So Trixie, did you enjoy the show?”
Trixie shifted on the comfortable couch slightly, taking in the beautiful dressing room - one day she’d have a backstage of her own… “Yes, Trixie did like the show. Your final trick was lovely, a real standout. But there was one thing that I wanted to know…”
Jackpot grinned, as he passed Trixie her glass of expensive Bhorsedeaux wine, before sitting down next to her. “Ah yes, beautiful mares... always want to know how the escape is performed… but there is a price they must pay to unlock a magician’s greatest secre-”
“Please.” Trixie sighed, lifting a hoof to interrupt Jackpot as she paused to take a sip of her wine. “Trixie is in the industry. For the record, it was a good illusion... but you need to check your sightlines - I was able to see the edge of you trapdoor from my seat.”
Jackpot almost did a spit-take: this mare was a magician as well!? He felt himself beginning to get a bit upset as he considered the possibility that he was being played… and that there would be not fun to be had this night. “Wh-what… then what are you doing here? Are you just trying to steal my secrets!? Or make fun of me for -” Trixie cut him off with a hoof pressed against his lips.
Trixie rolled her eyes, “Relax, you silly-stallion. It was still a fantastic trick… but my question… hm… well, what Trixie couldn’t work out was how you prevent the participants from blabbing about the trapdoor or the stagehands below?”
Jackpot set his wineglass down, and crossed his arms with a huff, before going on somewhat sulkily. “I don’t understand this at all… here I thought you were interested in a little backstage fun, not a competitor trying to steal my secrets.” He grunted and snorted, sniffing his nose up at the mare sitting next to him. “Well… you can forget it Miss Trixie, I see no reason why I should share that with you.”
Trixie smiled evilly, taking another sip of her wine. “Aww, poor little magician doesn’t like it when he gets tricked… but Trixie never said that she wasn’t looking for some fun as well?” Trixie brought one of her forehooves down to rest on the thigh of Jackpot, before she slowly began to trace it up and down his leg, working her way toward his inner thigh with each pass.
“Trixie seems to recall that you said there was a price that needed to be paid for a magician’s secrets…” Trixie leaned in to Jackpot’s ear to whisper, while letting her playful hoof dip down into the older stallion’s groin, cupping one of his massive balls, “...mmm they are as big as they look.”
Jackpot groaned with delight. He couldn’t help himself: he quickly turned his head to lean forward and plant a kiss on the beautiful younger mare’s face. Trixie returned his offering with passion, giggling slightly. But as soon as she felt the hunky stallion begin to press his tongue against her lips she pulled back quickly and clicked her tongue.
“Ah ah ah, Trixie always pays her debts…” she continued to gently rub and caress the plump orb in her hoof, as she stared with a smouldering gaze into Jackpot’s lidded eyes, “...but she does not give out free credit! Tell Trixie about your trick, first.”
Jackpot vacillated, he knew that giving out the secret diluted its impact - and letting a possible stage magician competitor know was extremely risky. His partner would kill him if he found out he’d sold their trick for the cheap price of a romp with a beautiful mare… not even that if he was being honest… it was only a promised romp… but what a mare! This was no Las Pegasus floozy or two-bit starry eyed tourist. Still… “I… I don’t knooooohhhhhhh!”
Just as Jackpot started to hem and haw, Trixie had arched her eyebrow and ever so slightly tightened her grip on the stallion’s sensitive testicle, still in her hoof. Trixie knew that was the weakness of the bigger boys - it meant they just had more vulnerability.
“Z-ZESPER!” Jackpot squeaked immediately.
“Zesper?” Trixie asked curiously, relaxing her tight hold on Jackpot’s jackpot.
Jackpot let out a sigh of desperate relief as the pressure on his package relaxed. “Phew…. Yes, my dear, Zesper…” Jackpot pointed at a spot on his show jacket, hanging nearby on a rack, “I’ve got a little lapel mister hidden in my stage jacket... When we pick the mares for our trick, either Big Bucks or I give them a little squirt of this stuff... it makes them go so ga-ga just from looking at our stallion-ly builds that they can barely formulate a coherent thought.” Jackpot chuckled slightly and threw his mane back confidently, “and then to really make sure that they are unaware of the trapdoor work, we’ve even mixed the water of the Splashtastic Escape so that it’s saturated with ZESPER.”
Trixie still seemed puzzled, and clicked her tongue. “But just what is this stuff? ZESPER?”
“Zebrican Estrus Super Potency Enhancer Reagent.” Jackpot slipped a small vial of the stuff from his jacket, a container so tiny it only contained a small dose, no more than a shot-glass worth. “Imagine neigh-agara on steroids… times thirty... and one that also works on mares!’ Jackpot looked suspiciously at the door before leaning in with a conspiratorial whisper, “it’s also more illegal than sending sugar-free cake to Celestia… but it is invaluable for any stage magician looking to distract their mark.”
Trixie completely released Jackpot’s fruit before snatching the little vial from his hoof. She turned it over under her gaze, seeing the pink colored liquid run back and forth in the dark ampoule. “Interesting, I wondered why you didn’t choose any of the stallions for your trick.”
“Well… We could, but ZESPER’s effects would be rather... obvious in those cases.” Jackpot motioned down at his groin, “The poor fellow would be dragging his stallionhood along the stage as he exited stage left.” Jackpot laughed.
Trixie smirked but didn’t laugh. “So...I guess what you do is dose some poor mares and bring them backstage to have your way with them later?” Trixie shook her head, disapprovingly. “Despicable rogues.“
Jackpot sat up straight, protesting. “N-not at all. It isn’t some mind erasing spell! And... most mares come to Las Pegasus looking for a good time… a unique experience. I’m just happy to provide them with a story to tell about how they conquered the legendary magician: Jackpot!”
Trixie looked up from the vial with a smirk and a crooked, accusatory eyebrow. “So that mother-daughter duo would have been here right now…” Trixie slid forward, brushing her mane back and slowly tracing her hoof along Jackpot’s chest. “Both of them jointly worshipping the legendary magician right about now?” Trixie chuckled as she saw Jackpot’s sheath begin to stir, a small bulb of flesh starting to protrude from its end. “Naughty boy…”
“Y-yes…” Jackpot groaned, looking into the eyes of the younger, beautiful mare, as he shifted his hips, trying to will her hoof to travel further down, past his navel, to grip his aching need below.
“But now those mares are off with daddy, aren’t they?” Trixie giggled, “I wonder if mommy will lock away that poor little teen while she has her way with her husband…” Trixie leaned in so close that their noses were touching, then let her hoof find the extending shaft of flesh peeking from Jackpot’s sheath, “or... I wonder if mommy would let her join in on the experience? Fun for the whole family, hm?”
“Oh Goddesses, Trixie.” Jackpot leaned forward to kiss the unicorn, his semi-erect cock throbbing in the tender grip of the younger mare. This teasing was so much better than the hero-worshipping, tail-flagging, plot-presenting fawning he would usually get from the starstruck backstage-pass mares .
Trixie knew just how to deal with an excited stallion, though. Just as she felt him begin to really stiffen and lengthen, his throbbing and hot expansion spreading her hoof’s grip to its breaking point... she pulled away from the proffered kiss and her offered hoofjob.
“Too bad for you I’m not on the ZESPER.” Trixie sat back and looked away from the stallion, primping and inspecting herself instead, purposefully ignoring him.
Jackpot groaned and rubbed his temple for a moment. He could feel his frustration and anger building up in him like a balloon, making him want to pop. Just as he began to open his mouth to complain, he realised just how much he being played, almost like he was on string, by this devious mare! He started to laugh.
“Ha ha ha! You truly are an incredible lady, Miss Trixie.” He adjusted himself, letting his nearly erect cock flop out of his lap and hanged from the end of the couch lazily. He may not have been a young colt anymore, but Jackpot still had a very impressive instrument: easily as large, perhaps even larger, than a well-endowed earth pony. Jackpot dangled it out like a lure, hoping it might catch Trixie’s attention. “I haven’t been so excited since I was a young buck. I’d say don’t make me beg… but maybe that’s exactly what you’d like?”
Trixie grinned, letting her eyes glance over at the impressive stallionhood that was STILL expanding and growing in Jackpot’s lap. She couldn’t help it as her eyes widened slightly with excitement... she smirked. “Hmmm, perhaps the great and seductive Trixie might entertain a demonstration of the effect of your little… potion.” She slid the vial over to Jackpot. “If you would be so kind as to show her the effects it can have on a handsome stallion such as yourself.”
Jackpot took the vial and winked at Trixie, before uncorking the top and taking a hearty swig. He passed the remainder over to Trixie as he swallowed his own gulp, motioning with his hoof that she should take the other half.
“F-f-for me?” Trixie looked a bit surprised, her face blushing as she eyed the vial. “Trixie has never tried… enhancers before.” She laughed nervously, clearly flustered. “Trixie has read some rather... disturbing articles about chemsex.”
Jackpot grinned, “Oh don’t you worry Miss Trixie. I can assure you it’s quite enjoyable… and this isn’t like those horrible things you hear in the news. You’re doing with a well-experienced, older pony, not some degenerate DJ. Quite different, really. Trust me.” He popped the top again. “Close your eyes…”
Trixie swallowed her fear. This was why she had come to Las Pegasus after all… and she was acting like a little filly. Here was a beautiful stud of a stallion offering her some fun, what could possibly go wrong? She closed her eyes and let her mouth open slightly, sticking her tongue out as she prepared to receive the potion.
Jackpot grinned, quickly pouring the remainder of the vial into his mouth then leaning forward to deeply kiss Trixie, pushing the dose of ZESPER down her gullet: a rather unique method of delivering the magical substance.
Trixie’s eyes opened in surprise. She felt the stallion’s tongue in her mouth, driving splashes of liquid into the back of her throat that she couldn’t help but swallow. With the sudden, passionate kissing, she almost had trouble feeling the warm tingles of the magical concoction trickling down her throat and into her belly… the magical effects sparkling and racing through her gut, the heat building there like a furnace.
Trixie lost track of those expanding aphrodisiacal feelings as she became lost in the swirl of passionate kissing. Jackpot embraced with the intensity of a high-school colt and the talent of a Canterlot pleasure-pony. At some point his hooves had made their way into Trixie’s mane and down to the small of her back. Her own hooves gripped both sides of the stallion’s face, both ponies getting caught up in their passionate, hungry embrace. Her tongue sparred playfully in her muzzle before being overwhelmed by the larger and more powerful tongue of Jackpot.
Trixie felt herself being pushed backwards into the cushions of the couch, overwhelmed by the raw overbearing passion of the virile stud wrestling her, dominating her. She felt an odd touch against her legs and belly... some kind of, burning, wet heat... but she wouldn’t spare a moment to break their kiss to confirm that it was Jackpot’s large endowment pressing into her…
Trixie was losing herself, a fog of passion spilling through her body out to her hoof tips, her lips, her hips. She could suddenly smell everything more powerfully: the musty undertones of the dressing room, the musky scent of Jackpot’s body… and the incredibly alluring butter-rich aroma coming from Jackpot’s nethers, making her nostrils flare and her instincts rage.
‘Celestia I want him so badly!’ Trixie thought, ‘I’ve never been with so stallion-ly… so rugged, so masculine a male before. Goddesses I need him to rut me!” Trixie couldn’t suppress her moan of abandon, which made her mouth open even wider, permitting the older unicorn to push more of his tongue into her.
Trixie felt her dock straining to lift, even though it was trapped under her bottom, her body desperate to reveal her marehood and fan the aroma of her arousal… to make her readiness to be rutted be known to her alpha-stud. She could feel the hot drips along her thighs, pooling under her flanks, that could only mean she was leaking with excitement. She could feel her pussy-lips swelling and pressing into each other as blood rushed to her nethers.
Jackpot pushed Trixie down, so that she was lying on her back. He knew that he had the little mare completely under his control now. The ZESPER had come into full effect.... and not just for her, but for him as well. His cock had reached its full-straining erection. His heart-throbs came with almost painful intensity now, his body trying to grow his stallionhood like it was inflating a balloon larger than it could stretch... forcing so much into him that he felt like he might just pop! His large dark blue phallus swung clumsily in front of him, bouncing off of his and Trixie’s body from because of the momentum from it’s pendulous length and heavy girth. With each accidental touch, bump or rub Jackpot would groan with pleasure into the little mare under him.
Jackpot sat up for a moment, readying himself. Trixie looked up at him from her supine position, her eyes tracing up over her chest fluff, racing up and down her stud’s chest as she took deep breaths of air. There, sitting right in front of her, was Jackpot in all his glory. Knowing the cock-hungry Trixie was watching him, he rested his hoof with a sultry grin on the upper part of his impressive phallus, proudly standing up at a 45 degree angle, perched atop a pair of well sized testicles sitting on the couch.
“So, you ready to get the full show on?”
Trixie swallowed nervously, feeling her head nod almost instinctively, her well-sized hips falling slightly apart, revealing her teats’ erect nipples, both excited and sensitive, her whole body ready to receive the huge, rigid pole of flesh that her mind… her soul craved so badly. Her eyes shifted from the cock she wanted so badly up to the confident and masculine face leaning in to begin smother her with kisses again. Her eyes shut in pleasure as the pair’s muzzles met again. She felt the heat of his dark blue throbbing stallion-flesh pressing into her belly fur.
It wouldn’t be long now.
Or would it?
Beneath Jackpot’s kissing, smothering and prodding, Trixie’s mind suddenly snapped back to focus. It was like the fog had cleared for just a moment, the powerful erotic haze lifting... leaving behind only pure, burning, focused lust. But now... Trixie was back in control.
Her mind raced, eyes open and staring into the closed eyes of the kissing Jackpot, ‘I am the Great and powerful Trixie: she would not be dominated by some stud… some handsome, hunky, wonderful smelling, sexy st-... No! Focus!’
Trixie’s horn lit a bright blue and lifted the surprised Jackpot away from her, placing him not-so-gingerly onto the floor. As he landed on his rear, his stallionhood bobbed and slapped him in his belly, making him shiver. Trixie’s predatory mare instincts directed her sight with her ever-so-slightly more aware mind: Jackpot’s thick, dark-blue and veiny shaft stretched well past his navel, and was as wide around at the base as her hoof! A silvery trickle of pre-cum dribbled off of his fat flare and down the slick cock-skin, over a positively terrifying medial ring, and down to his beautiful orb-shaped balls. Trixie couldn’t help but bite her lips slightly with a mixture of trepidation and excitement - this was truly a stud who could put even those rumours surrounding that red apple farmer in Ponyville to shame!
“My my my, Trixie certainly has a good eye for picking her studs.” Trixie said aloud, as she sat up. With a flick of her hair, she nickered at Jackpot, then turned to lie prone on the couch, facing away from the stunned stallion. “But Trixie does always need to make sure that her stud’s know their purpose in life…”
Trixie flicked her tail up and to the side, playfully slapping Jackpot in his face.
“...which is to worship the Great and Powerful Plot!”
Now it was Jackpot’s turn to be awed by the physical beauty before him. Even without the effects of ZESPER, Jackpot would have had his breath taken away by the beauty of the pony in front of him. This was no mere cute floozy or sexy groupie...
Tracing his gaze up the outer curve of Trixie’s tender and supple thighs, he was treated to a vision of a perfectly shaped flank: not large or thin but athletic and toned. An exquisite ass, perched beneath a flicking blue and silver tail that flicked playfully back and forth. The little dock holding those gossamer tail-hairs stood completely erect, shaking with excitement as it drew his eyes downward, just past the delicate skin separating the base of Trixie’s tailbone from her tight little ponut - a ring of dark-blue muscle that quivered with anticipation, covered with a light sheen of glistening sweat, likely caused by the heat rising up from just below…
Below…where he could see a pair of darkened, swollen lips. Puffy and fattened with throbbing, boiling blood pumped in due to Trixie’s state of arousal… the marehood already slick with juices pumping out from the hidden, hot, pink honeypot within. Her slit was small for a mare of her size, looking somewhat like those of the smaller pegasi college-teens Jackpot had the pleasure of bringing backstage... but it looked so much more exquisite… so beautiful… even those young pussies just couldn’t compare.
Jackpot’s eyes widened with wonder as a small pink nub peeked out at the top of her marehood… then expanded and throbbed outward, revealing Trixie’s clit to be a bit-sized love-bud of winking, clenching muscle. The protruding clitoris helped spread Trixie’s tight cunt-lips wide, flashing the snorting stallion a view of the volcanic, twisting, grasping interior that awaited him. Just as he began to drool, Trixie’s clit withdrew and her tight cunt snapped back together with strong, muscular tightness and a small dribble of nectar that ran off her marelips onto the couch fabric below.
Jackpot didn’t hesitate... this plot would be worshipped!
It demanded… no… commanded his worship! He dove forward, burying his face into the delicate flesh just below Tixie’s dock. The sudden rush of saturated female pheromones was almost blinding, making his nostrils flare wide and inhale deep gasps of rich sugar-plum musk, sprinkled with tinges of sparkler-like energy that tickled the inside of his nose. Each lungful of sex-fogged air melted away any vestiges of Jackpot’s will-power and rationality, leaving only the burning biological lust beneath.
The wet flesh of Jackpoit’s muzzle pressed against Trixie’s hot skin. His lips were planted against her tailhole, planting playful kisses on her tight pucker which made Trixie writhe and giggle. Jackpot's mouth parted ever so slightly and his pink tongue snaked out to trace the ring of her asshole... but Trixie’s tail swatted the top of his head as she growled at him throatily.
“Naughty stallion, don’t keep me Trixie waiting.” Trixie flexed her tight plot, pushing her flanks up slightly to tilt her hips forwards, clearly indicating to Jackpot where she truly wanted his tongue to be buried.
Jackpot chuckled, tracing the tip of his tongue down over the ridge of Trixie’s tailhole and over the ever so small space separating it from her pussy. Trixie’s growl turned to a squeak as the stallion’s tongue parted her folds, just barely sliding in-between her pussy-lips as it continued its path downwards... pressing more and more into her body as it went. She pushed her hips back into the stallion behind her, trying to drive more of his face into her marehood.
Jackpot’s olfactory and taste senses were exploding in a cacophony of fireworks. Little pops of color bursting in his nose and on his tongue as the blue mare beneath him writhed and begged for more. He brought his forehooves up, hooking them into Trixie’s hips and pulling her plot back into him just as he reached her winking clitoris.
“Oh b-buck… y-yes! Ravish Trixie with your tongue!” Trixie moaned out, her hooves flexing and gripping at the couch-pillow she was smushing her face into.
Jackpot moaned as he tried to trap the hot lovebud his tongue was playing peekaboo with. Finally, just as he managed to dig the point of his tongue into the delicate hood of skin that protected it...he was surprised by one of Trixie’s powerful winks. Easily overpowering his exploring tongue, her small, hiding clitoris became a fat nub, shooting out into his mouth, spreading Trixie wide enough to let Jackpot nuzzle deep into Trixie’s marehood. Squirts of marejuice splattered into the back of his throat in time with the clitoris flicking in and out of his mouth. As the horny mare bucked and writhed, Jackpot pursed his lips... trapping the winking clit in his mouth, suckling as hard as he could on Trixie’s sensitive love-button.
“B-b-buck!” Trixie whined, a huge rush of pleasure crashing through her mind, overwhelming her. An unstoppable desire for release was growing more and more insistent, demanding some kind of resolution as Jackpot lashed her clitoris with his tongue. Trixie tried to get up to stop him, to prevent the impossible flood of sensation, but was paralyzed by a fresh wave of cascading, eye-rolling lusty shudders. Her need continued to build and build, making these few minutes of oral attention feel like an eternity.
Then, finally, impossibly - she released.
Hard.
Like a lake bursting through a strained weir, Trixie came. Her horn exploded in a small shower of sparks and fireworks that splattered over the wall of the dressing room… her involuntary pleasure-casting leaving scorch marks on the drywall. Her body was completely out of her control now... and she didn’t care one bit. The flood of pure pleasure endorphins was making her eyes roll backward and her transforming her pupils into heart shapes.
Trixie’s rational thoughts melted away into nothingness. She groaned out incoherently, “Mmnngghhh…. Pweaasemmnngh…” before burying her head completely into the sofa, gasping and struggling to breathe as her orgasm washed over her again... and again.
Jackpot could only hang on for dear life. The mare’s hips were bucking and thrashing in front of him. He only managed to stay pressed against her plot by his tight grasp… Then she began to squirt. Over and over... and over. Gush after gush of her juice throbbed into his throat, a sweet nectar that filled Jackpot with hot warmth and a burning desire to lap up as much of the ambrosia as he could get. Whether the intoxicating taste was some magical effect of Trixie’s orgasm, or some tail effect of the ZESPER taken earlier… he didn’t care… all he knew was that his own stallionhood began to throb and squirt pre-cum of its own.
His body was reacting to Trixie’s orgasm.
Snorting and stamping, he pulled back from the wriggling, orgasming mare.... Pausing momentarily to wipe his mouth, then standing over her, his cock throbbing larger and larger from the parasympathetic reaction to her release.
Trixie’s heart shaped eyes and gasping muzzle turned from the pillow, looking over her shoulder at the snorting, lust-rabid stud behind her.
“Pleaaaseee… rut m-me…”
Jackpot stamped his hoof, whinnied… and drove forward.
Trixie awoke suddenly, her body intensely drowsy… but immediately aware that she had been roused in an unfamiliar bed. She groaned, rolling over onto her side, still under the luxurious red satin sheets. Looking around with some confusion, she quickly realised that she was in the VIP Princcessdential suite of the Flim Flam Resort (formerly the Gladmane Resort). All around her fixtures and decorations sparkled with the gold and red so common to Las Pegasus.
Trixie stretched out, reaching across to the other side of the bed, hoping to find the stallion she’d met the previous night there… he handsome alpha-stud... but only finding a void with a warm impression that had once contained a pony.
“Jackpot?” Trixie called out, rising from the bed. She stuck her tongue out slightly, her fur was sticky and messy, pulling in strange places as she tried to slip out of the bed. She seemed to be caked in a dried layer of… Trixie began to blush: she had a full coat of Creme-de-Jackpot all through her mane, tail and body fur. “Oh… oh my.”
Trixie stood up from her bed, feeling a small river of liquid gush from her marehood... trickling down her inner-thighs to pool on the hardwood floor underneath her. She quickly realized she could feel how stuffed her womb was with thick, virile, stallion-cum. Trixie patted her lower-body with her hoof, feeling it plumply ripple: she was ever so slightly pudgier around where her uterus was situated: she had been filled to the brim with her stud’s biological offering.
Trixie’s face went from a light blush to beet red as she looked down at the puddle trickling between her legs.
“OH MY… Trixie…. had better get a pregnancy kit.” She smiled to herself slightly, secretly excited that she might have been bred by the incredible stallion who had made her his broodmare the night before.
Thinking of that stallion… just where the hay was he?
“Jackpot?” Trixie called again, getting concerned. She didn’t think that he was the type of stallion to ‘dick and dash’... but then again… he was a bit of a rogue. “I swear Jackpot, if you don’t answer Trixie, she will unleash her friends to wreak holy friendship destruction on your plotho-” Trixie paused in her well-practiced villain monologuing, picking up a small slip of paper that been left behind on the kitchen table.
On cardstock perched next to an exquisite rose, written with flowery and ornate script... was a message Trixie wasted no time in reading:
To the Great, Powerful and Sexual Goddess Trixie… I have been completely changed by our experience last night: I will never be the same stallion again. My heart is yours, for now… for ever. I spent the whole morning watching you sleep, your body still entwined with mine. I could have stayed like that for eternity, but unfortunately, life is not so simple.
I have been called away to meet with my ex-wife (for purely perfunctory reasons I assure you), and could not bring myself to wake you from your angelic slumber…
Please… my Princess... enjoy my suite until I return, whence I can lavish you with the affection and worship that a Goddess of the sexual arts such as you deserves.
Yours, Jackpot.
Trixie giggled to herself, very much taken with the flattery and praise being showered upon her: the deserving and lovable Trixie.
She sniffed the rose and contemplated how her stud must have written the card while watching her sleep - it seemed she truly had captured his heart… but it seemed that he had, perhaps, also captured hers… Trixie rubbed her pudged belly thoughtfully… perhaps he had captured even more than just her heart!
But first: she had to clean up. She was NOT The Caked and Sticky Trixie. Not this early in the morning anyway.
A quick shower, shampoo, towelling and elevator ride later, and Trixie was out and enjoying the crisp, dry desert air of Las Pegasus.
She quickly made her way out of luxurious hotel to a nearby pharmacy. Every pony she passed on the street could notice the skip in the blue unicorn’s step - the more discerning among them only smirked and shook their heads at the lovestruck pony prancing along in public with joy.
...
“One Star Swirl Brand Home Motherhood Exam please!” Trixie smiled, putting a hoofful of bits onto the counter. She blushed lightly as the elderly mare behind the counter pushed a small testing box over to her with a wink.
“Best of luck you young thing! I remember my first pregnancy.” The pharmacist rang up Trixie’s bill quickly.
“Oh, well… Trixie doesn’t know yet if she’s… well…” Trixie scuffed the floor in front of her, already imagining a future where she was nursing a little foal as Jackpot nuzzled both of them. She couldn't believe how quickly her heart had become enamored of the idea of being a mother… hay, a broodmare, for the incredible stallion that had conquered her so completely the night prior!
“Oh, don’t you worry sweetheart - these eyes can see the glow in you: I can almost guarantee the test will show what you hope for!” The pharmacist winked at her.
Trixie couldn’t be happier as she trotted toward the front of the store. On her way out, she cracked open the box, reading the instructions for the magic-based pregnancy test. Apparently, the small probe included was to be pressed against the base of her horn (or the equivalent area if it was being used by an earth-pony or unicorn), where it would take a thaumic reading of her overall magical field. According to the box, it would be able to tell right from the moment of conception if a new or separate magical field was growing within the test-taker. Without hesitation, Trixie pressed the probe against her horn for a few moments, until the device pinged at her, indicating it had received enough of a thaumic sample too begin its analysis.
Eagerly, Trixie looked down at the probe, hoping to see a reading immediately.
“Oh sweetheart - it takes about an hour for the test to complete!” The pharmacist called from the other side of the store, where she’d been watching what Trixie had been doing.
Trixie groaned and stuffed the probe into her saddlebag, firing a wave at the kindly pharmacist, before trotting out of the pharmacy into the bright sun.
“Trixie! Is that you?” Trixie heard a voice call from just to her right. An orange mare rose from her seat at the nearby outdoor cafe. “Hi sweetie! Wow, we weren’t supposed to meet until later for dinner tonight! What a coincidence my little moon-star! Come over here and give me a hug!
“Mom!?”
“You’re looking amazing my little moon-star! I love what you’re doing with your hair!” Dandy Lion giggled, holding up a strand of her daughter’s silvery blue hair with her magic.
Trixie whined, not happy with the looks she was getting from other ponies in the street. “Mooooom! The Great and Powerful Trixie does no-”
“Trixie. What have I told you about using third-person in conversation?” Dandy scolded her daughter, shooting her a firm glance that only a mother could… a keen glare peeking out from under her blonde locks.
Trixie grumbled and shrank, quickly feeling like she had reverted to her 13-year old self. “S-sorry mom. I don’t like it when you make such a scene in public.”
Dandy Lion chuckled, glomping her reticent daughter with a big hug. “Well too bad my little magic-bum! How often do I get to see you these days with my work in Vanhoover and you permanently set-up in Ponyville? I have to make up for lost time.”
Trixie sighed and shook her head with a roll of her eyes, giving in to eager hug and returning it with just as much affection. Moms would be moms.
“What brings you out to Las Pegasus anyway, mom?” Trixie asked, once they broke their hug and resumed their trot down the bustling streets of downtown Las Pegasus. “You didn’t mention in your letter, and I can’t imagine that there is very much horticultural activity in such a desert-y city.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised sweetie! Desert flora is quite fascinating!” Dandy Lion grinned, “...but that isn’t why I’m here.” Dandy Lion’s bright and welcoming smile faltered slightly. Trixie could tell that her mom was trying to come up with a way to broach a difficult subject.
“What is it mom? You can tell me!” Trixie nudged her mother’s shoulder with a little wink as she began to tease the beautiful middle-aged mare. “Have you met a cute stallion? …Trixie certainly did last night.”
“Sweetie, you’re third-personing again.” Dandy Lion scolded out of habit. “...But good for you! You’ll have to introduce me before you head back home! I hope it isn’t some fling… I want you to get good and married and stuffed with foals! Your mom would like to be a grandmother, Trixie.”
“MOM!”
“What? You’d be surprised what getting knocked up does for your complexion, sweetie! And your teats swell so nicely too…”
Trixie shook her head with a knowing smirk. She’d always been very open and honest with her mother, always been close to her as she grew up, so Trixie had never felt the need to filter out anything embarrassing about her personal life. “No… but… well, Trixie hopes this stallion will lead to something special. He certainly rocked my world last night, mom.” Trixie blushed a little bit. “I have to say: I feel like I could marry him just for his… well…” Trixie coughed as her face growing brighter and brighter… maybe there were some things it was hard to talk about with one’s mother.
Dandy Lion wasn’t going to let such a golden opportunity to rib her daughter, giving her a little hip check before starting to tease her. “Oh my, this fellow is THAT impressive, hm?” Dandy chuckled, “That reminds me of my time with your father. Now that you’re a little older, I don’t mind telling you that he had the most amazing stallionhood - he could stretch me out even more than when I gave birth t-”
“MOM.” Trixie blushed, cutting her mother off. “Too much information! Vague generalities only, please!”
Dandy Lion laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh please, we’re both grown mares now sweetie. But… I bet this fellow you’re taken with has a ‘big banana’... and he knows how to use it?” Seeing Trixie sigh and nod, Dandy went on. “Like mother like daughter I suppose… a preference for large studs must run in our genes.” She shook her head. “Don’t make the mistake I did though, kiddo… there’s more to a stallion than the size of his prize.”
Trixie nodded in agreement, looking at her mother. “Mmmhmm of course, mom…” She thought about it a moment longer, “...but I thought you always said that my father was a good stallion, and even a good dad to me when I was younger.”
“Oh he was, honey.” Dandy Lion smiled. “But ultimately he had to choose his cutie-mark’s calling over a family, and I didn’t want you having to travel to a different city every week… so we made a clean break when you were still a very young filly.” Dandy Lion sighed softly, her face falling again. “Actually honey…. that’s why I’m here, your father is working in Las Pegasus now long-term, and I wanted to reach out to him and reconnect.”
Trixie was stunned, trying to process the information. “My father lives here now?” Trixie’s grin started to form again as a fun thought entered her head. “Mom… Are you…. Are you looking to rekindle the old flame, mom?”
“Who me? No… no!” Dandy blushed and giggled. “I’m past needing that kind of thing in my life, honey… besides, I’m sure he has some pretty young filly hanging off his side - what with his special talent.”
“Mom!” Trixie laughed, swatting at her mother. “First off: ew! Second: there is no other mare on this planet that can compare to your beauty.”
Dandy laughed and winked at her daughter. “Except you, moon-bum.”
Trixie and Dandy burst out laughing on the street corner, the pair taking a good half-minute to collect themselves before Trixie cleared her mirthful eyes and addressed her mother. “Mom… I… I would like to meet him. I only have the vaguest of memories of him. I think it would be good to actually meet the stallion who swept you off your hooves.”
Dandy Lion’s nervousness seemed to melt away. “Really honey!? Oh I’m so happy to hear you say that! That’s what I was hoping you’d want! I would love for you two to meet.”
Trixie nodded, “So when are you supposed to see this mystery stallion?”
“Any moment now actually!” Dandy Lion looked around over her shoulder, “We were supposed to meet at this cafe for brunch right about now. I’d actually told him that you might be in town. He seemed to eager to reconnect with you as well! Oooh, this is so exciting!” Dandy Lion pranced on her hooftips as she looked down toward one end of the street.
Trixie smiled toward her mother, happiness building in her stomach as well. What a perfect weekend! First she found the love of her life, now she would meet her long-lost father? What could possibly go wrong?
Trixie felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see the big blue and silver-maned stallion from her wild night of passion: Jackpot. It seemed like he was a bit confused to see her there, but he had a big smile on his face. What a perfect opportunity! She could introduce him to Dandy Lion after all! Maybe she could even introduce him to her long-lost father!
Trixie nuzzled into Jackpot’s muscular chest and tapped her mother on the flank. “Mom, I wanted to introduce you to-”
“Jackpot!” Dandy Lion beamed, as she spun around and saw the pair of Trixie and Jackpot behind her.
Trixie’s mind began to spin. ‘Something’s wrong here.’
“Dandy?” Jackpot asked. “Why are you with…”
‘Oh no.’ Trixie felt her mind starting to put the puzzle pieces together, felt the floor beginning to fall out of her world. ‘Oh no!’
At first, Dandy Lion’s face looked slightly confused before it brightened considerably. “Oh Trixie, honey! You were playing me all along!”
‘NO! It couldn’t be!’ Trixie felt her heart starting to pound, her breath begin to hyperventilate. ‘OH CELESTIA NO!’
“Ah, I see you’ve met your father!” Dandy Lion beamed. Trixie jerked back, jumping away from the studly chest she had just been snuggling against. “I was planning on introducing you two later!”
Trixie’s mind could now only think one thing:
‘Buck.’
Author's Note
If you're enjoying the fic, please like and favorite!
First off, a BIG thank-you to my proofreader, SviMik... and the artist of the fantastic pictures, Appel!
This was such a blast to write!
Trixie is literally my favorite canon character, so when her father popped up... I basically KNEW that I would eventually be writing this fic.
The fact that I was able to coordinate this with the excellent Shake as part of a plan to flood fimfic with two Jackpot x Trixie fics in a big father's day release extravaganza just made it even MORE fun.
I can't wait to read his fic, and hopefully he'll enjoy this one!
Have plenty of fun in the comments! And wish your own father a happy father's day!
Trixie's Big Reveal: Ta-daaaa!
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Trixie and Jackpot stared at each other in bewilderment. Could it really be? Were the Gods so cruel? Now that they looked at one another more carefully, it seemed painfully obvious… the blue fur, the silver manes, the predilection for stage magic… how well they fit together.
Both began to blush as memories of the night previous rushed back to them.
“So! Spill the beans you two! Just when did you guys manage to connect?” Dandy asked, not noticing the spit-take that both ponies did at her choice of words.
“L-last n-n-night.” Jackpot mumbled, his eyes panicked and racing, looking for some sort of an escape. He didn’t notice Trixie shaking her head vigorously at him, trying to get him to be silent.
“Last night, hm?” Dandy chuckled. “Must have been before Trixie found her hunky mystery stallion. I’m telling you Jackpot, you should have heard your daughter go on about this stud she met, she sounded almost like me back when I met yo-”
“MOM!” Trixie squeaked, her face radioactively hot.
“Sorry, sorry sweetie! Do go on though! Tell me how you two hooked up!”
Trixie began to stammer, looking at Jackpot… her lover… HER DAD… for help. All she knew was that she couldn’t tell the real story of how they had become acquainted…
”Mnnnggg… B-Buck m-me…” Trixie begged, sticking her ass as high into the air as she could manage. Her heart pounded with excitement as she heard the heavy hoof-falls of the snorting, nickering stallion behind her clattering into position. The couch creaked as he put his forehooves up on the edge of the couch, mounting her. The blasts of hot air from his powerful, breathy exhalations washed over her back.
Then she felt it.
A heavy, hot mass of dark blue stallion-meat slapped wetly against her flanks, resting on her asscheeks and tangling itself in her tail. It felt huge. She glanced back at it out of the corner of her eye - shivering as she caught a glimpse of the fat, angry, thick flesh-snake, drooling a trickle of stick stallion pre-cum into the fur of her withers.
Jackpot put a hoof on Trixie’s upper back between her shoulder blades. He pushed down, forcing the smaller mare into the cushions, dominating her. Trixie was stuffed into the red cushions of the sofa, trying to ascertain what was happening by raw feel alone. She sensed the hot, throbbing weight of Jackpot’s terrifying cock being dragged against her fur, leaving a sticky, wet trail behind as he brought it down to Trixie’s plot - currently stuck up in the air awaiting its arrival: a textbook portrayal of the classic ‘face-down, ass-up’ position.
“Bite down, Trixie.” Jackpot growled, bringing his strong hooves back into position on Trixie’s beautiful ass.
“W-wh-” Trixie felt the press of heat against her nethers. But it was higher than she expected, the thick cockhead not pushing against her tight little marehood, but up against her tiny tailhole. “Th-that’s not my- AhhhhAAAA!”
Trixie grunted and bit down on the pillow as her ponut began to stretch and expand under the forceful intrusion of Jackpot’s hoof-sized flare. Her hips sank deeper and deeper into the couch as the stallion thrust forward with all of his muscle and weight against her smaller body… while also pulling with all of his might against her hips… doing everything he could to penetrate this sexy filly’s tailhole with his cock.
Trixie felt her eyes rolling back from the incredible sensation of stretching - feeling like she might pass out… when her ears were filled with a primal sound: a stud’s whinny. Her asshole instinctively relaxed ever so slightly and the tremendous ridge of Jackpot’s cockhead slipped inside the show-mare’s tight anus.
“UNNNnghhhh!” Trixie grunted, her ponut burning from the feel of such tremendous girth inside her backdoor. He was so wide! His girth was so huge, she could feel the throbbing heat of the slick, dark, stallionflesh not inside her pressing against the inside of her ample ass-cheeks!
“Buck Trixie! Your ass is tight!” Jackpot groaned, slapping one of Trixie’s flanks loud enough to fill the room with a noisy *CRACK*. “Now start moving that gorgeous ass of yours!”
Trixie writhed under the weight of the stallion above her, his hot breath still pouring over her neck in jet like bursts timed with his thrusting exertions. Jackpot’s cock was completely filling her tight little asshole, even with only the fat knob of his cockhead inside. He was slapping her buttocks, each strike sending shivers through her spine.... and his scent, his very presence was making her swoon from the raw effects of the ZESPER.
She was now totally his.
Trixie groaned. Her eyes shut with pleasure. She mewled, trying to hump backwards with plaintive, little thrusts... careful not to hump too eagerly... because of the raw, thick size of the stallion inside her. She focused on the sensations: the feel of her ass being completely full... the feel of throbbing stallionflesh dumping copious pre-cum into her bottom... the burning throbs of her clitoris as her marehood clenched open and shut again... and again - begging to be filled.
“More! Work that ass, Trixie!” Jackpot growled playfully, bringing yet another slap against Trixie’s flank. Barely any of his cock was inside her - but he held off from driving his hips forward. He wanted Trixie to determine just how much of his dick she could handle… few mares could even take any of him into their tailholes. Jackpot knew that Trixie wanted him in her marehood, that her body and mind were going mad for him to fuck her marehood silly… helped along with the pressure of the ZESPER… which is why his plan was to deny her that relief, and drive her even WILDER.
Trixie drew a gasping, shuddering breath… she was whimpering slightly under Jackpot’s encouraging flank-slaps... her tail was flicking back and forth in panic. She was in full fight or flight mode: her body now completely subject to the will of her stallion. She grinded her butt backwards, powerful hips pivoting slightly left... right...up and down… all with the aim of squeezing a bit more of Jackpot’s girth into her tailhole.
“Good mare!” Jackpot grunted, taking his hooves off of Trixie’s hips entirely, letting the little filly work herself against him at her own pace. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Now... I want you to cum for me, Trixie…”
Trixie whimpered again. She was in a full state of panic-lust now. She had no idea what else she could do! She was grinding her hips faster, but she couldn’t fit any more than the first inch of cockshaft into her stretched out ponut.
“Good girl!” Jackpot hummed into the whimpering mare’s ear, igniting his horn and bringing a buzzing magical field he’d conjured into position over Trixie’s winking clitoris. “Cum... my little filly!”
Trixie tilted her head up in surprise, gasping aloud. “B-BUCK!”
Jackpot used the higher angle of her head to slide his mouth onto Trixie’s horn, running his tongue over the delicate magic-channeling groove at the tip… fellating her unicorn horn: something Trixie had never experienced before.
“F-FUCK! I’m CUMMINGNnnggghhh” Trixie groaned out, her asshole clenching and unclenching around Jackpot - her body spasming at the assault on her senses from three sources of erotic pleasure. It was like three controlled explosions went off simultaneously... in her clit, her ass, her horn… the crashing waves wracking her with alternating tension and relaxation.
Jackpot grunted: the feel of Trixie’s clumsily clenching tailhole was making him buck his hips. He felt his balls get splattered in hot, wet, sticky fluid - Trixie was squirting like a broken drinking fountain… each gush in-time with her convulsions. Inside his mouth, he felt the tingling, sulfuric-taste of magical unicorn-mare energy as Trixie’s stored thaumic energy popped again - a spicy-sweet spray of spellcraft that lit the inside of his cheeks. He could feel the winking clitoris in his vibrating magical field become completely overloaded with sensation - jamming itself outward in a constant, never-ending wink.
“Good girl!” Jackpot grunted, as he continued to buck slightly into Trixie, feeling his own orgasm building. “Now, *Hunghf!* ...for your reward…” Jackpot clenched his eyes and squeezed his lower body, his testicles rising as the telltale cascade of tension and discomfort that would come prior to his euphoric release burned through him like a fuse on a stick of dynamite. “Get ready, Trixie… I’m cumming!”
Jackpot groaned and strained… but nothing happened. “Wh-what!?” He moaned, painfully… his cock was aching, demanding release.
Jackpot felt a single point, pressing at the base of his shaft, underneath his body, close to his balls. Looking down, he saw Trixie’s horn, the one that he had just been fellating… it was lit… she was casting something.
“T-trixie!?” He groaned, struggling and humping in vain against her block on his ejaculation. “L-let me... “
“Nghnnnoo....” Trixie mewled, grinding her face back into the cushion as she struggled to recover from the orgasm still reverberating through her. “Nghnnoot i-in m-my ass… f-fuck Trixie’s pussy… make her your mare. Give Trixie your foal!”
Jackpot whined with discomfort, his cock slipping out of Trixie’s asshole with an audible *POP* and a trickle of his precum. He always worried about knocking up mares while on ZESPER. But… his caution was being overwhelmed by a rising tide of emotion, desire, lust… instinct.
“Rnngh-rut Trixie’s p-pussy.” Trixie moaned, her slick, hungry, cunt quivering as she waggled her hips.
There was no way Jackpot could stay rational and maintain his composure about such trivial things as ‘consequences’ at a time like this. No stallion could. Not with the broodmare of their dreams’s pussy winking and drooling in their face… Jackpot quickly used a flash of his magic to clean his cockhead of all the juice from Trixie’s asshole, a handy spell to sterilize his penis when swapping orifices… then placed it against Trixie’s grasping, hungry folds.
“Y-yess… fuck me… Jackpot… fuck me!”
Jackpot leaned over Trixie once more, resting his body weight on her back, aligning his fat cockhead’s knobby flare with her tight marehood’s opening. He pressed down with all of his muscles against her... grinding his chin into her neck and his chest into her back… even as he thrust his throbbing cockslit against the sticky folds of Trixie’s pink, hot, cunt-lips.
.
“OH F-FUCK… Y-you’re t-too b-b-BIG!” Trixie yelled out.
Her marehood’s lips were being pressed outwards, the swollen and sticky flesh of her arousal being spread outward by Jackpot’s invading cock into her flanks, smushing against her ass cheeks from the raw force of Jackpot’s constant, unending thrust. Agonizingly, Trixie’s tight-blue, slick cuntlips slowly began to part, spreading to permit the massive dome of Jackpot’s flare inside her steaming snatch.
“I-it won’t FIT!”
Jackpot couldn’t hear anything. His mind had reverted to that of a prehistoric alpha horse-lord at this point... his mind was that of an ancient stud stallion mounting a wild mare from his harem in the steppes of some pre-Equestrian plain, millions of years ago before magic or logic existed.. when all that existed was biological need - to break in a new brood-mare… to breed her… to slap wet flesh against wet flesh.. There was no way he wouldn’t pass on his seed, his progeny. He would not be denied.
With a nicker, Jackpot nipped out at Trixie’s neck, getting a solid bit of flesh between his teeth.
Trixie whinnied in reply, struggling under the sudden and wild actions of her stud. Her mind was totally awash in pleasure and fear… and her body was betraying what was left of her rational mind. Bucking her hips with abandon, thrashing like a madmare, she was still unable to move under the heavier stallion’s relentless assault… but her marehood knew what to do… a throbbing wink of her clitoris shot out, a desperate final attempt... pushing her delicate bud against the underside of Jackpot’s rigid flare and slicking his flesh with her love-honey… and spreading her ever so slightly wider…
Letting him slip inside.
Trixie was instantly shocked. Stunned. Winded. It felt like she’d been punched in the gut.
Unlike when he’d fucked her tailhole, Jackpot’s monstrous cock had nothing to stop it up or jam it from going further... inch after fat inch of throbbing dick slid deep into Trixie’s marehood, spreading her… stretching her… changing her… A solid 8 inches of meat had thrust into her within 3 seconds of Jackpot penetrating her, sliding him all the way to his terrifyingly large medial ring with a loud squelching schlick.
Trixie felt her body wrap and coil itself around the bumpy, veiny cock fucking her… her delicate but powerful walls caressing and twisting around the stallion. Her body was wracked with sensations that shot from the base of her horn, shooting down to her teats, to her clitoris, to the thrumming depths of her vagina… the delicate edge of losing herself to the insanity of lust Trixie been riding was crossed over again and again as her orgasms came in waves… shuddering with eye-rolling and twitching pleasure from the studs deep penetration.
Jackpot felt the splatter of marejuice against his lower shaft and balls… but it was a dim and distant second to the incredible vise-like tightness that encapsulated half of his shaft. He’d had tight teenage college-mare earth-ponies, slender supermodel unicorns, hyper-athletic sport-star pegasi… but nothing could compare to Trixie’s pussy. Her clenching pink love tunnel kissed and milked his cock, creating a perfect mixture of crushing, gripping muscular power and hot, wet, gushing lubrication.
Some small part of his mind thought about screaming out how tight she was, or how good this felt… but all agency in his actions were washed away by the crushing tidal wave of pure stallion instinct. He was there to breed his mare. Nothing more. Nothing else would distract him.
Sensing that Trixie would not be able to get the rest of his organ into her on her own, Jackpot’s hips began to withdraw. The sucking grasp of Trixie’s engorged marehood was incredible... but ultimately overcome by the sinewy strength of his powerful hind legs. He pulled back, with obscene *SCHLORPING* and sucking sounds… all the way to the edge of his flare. Trixie’s cuntlips spread painfully tight over the fat ridge as he pulled it outwards. Trixie’s hips and tail lashed beneath her in blissful agony - a strange mix of void that needed to be filled and relief at not being so painfully stuffed… before Jackpot slammed back into her brutally.
Trixie whinnied, eyes rolling wildly in different directions as Jackpot drove into her, slamming back into her cunt.
Then withdrawing. Then slamming.
Again and again.
Her mind was roiling, burning away under the overheating fires of passionate lust as her orgasm came again and again, until her quivering shudders became a constant stream of convulsions. ‘I-I’m… I’m going to l-lose my m-mind!!!’ Trixie’s last conscious thought screamed out, before it too was washed away in a dangerous mixture of pheromones, hormones, neurochemicals, ZESPER, and pure, undistilled pleasure.
All Trixie had left was raw physical sensation.
Balls slapping against her winking clitoris.
Her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
Her pussylips straining, as the flare withdrew from her.
Her eyes fluttering in the back of her head.
Her womb kissing at the invading penis’s cockslit.
Sweat dripping from her brow, from her chest, her back, her flanks.
Her lips finally parting to permit Jackpot’s medial ring to stuff itself inside her, slamming his cockhead against her cervix.
Her tail lashing wildly, erratically, thwapping against Jackpot’s chest.
Her cervix permitting Jackpot’s massive stallionhood to slam into her fully... permitting him into her most intimate depths.
Jackpot’s teeth pinching her neck-flesh.
The sharp strain of his and her screams filling the air…
And finally… the feel of Jackpot’s cock going even more rigid, as his flare fattened and stiffened even harder... which could only mean one thing: release.
Jackpot felt his orgasm hit him like a semi-truck. Waves of pure, chemical pleasure, more concentrated than any illicit substance could attempt to recreate. A true satiating of his every whim, his every instinct, his biology, his very soul. Rope after rope of splattering batter shot from his cock in red-hot geysers, filling his mare. His balls clenched again, and again.
At first Jackpot had to hold down Trixie with every ounce of his strength as she bucked and whinnied beneath him, as her body was filled completely with his sperm. Both pony’s orgasms spilled from their horns, filling the room with miniature sparkling explosions. Finally, as he went on and on, firing spurt after spurt in her womb, Trixie seemed to lose her muscle tone, entering a euphoric mewling state. She was cooing now, a deep-seeded contentedness forming in her heart as her belly began to bulge and fatten with each pump and ejaculation of Jackpot’s massive load into the deepest recesses of her body.
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It took a few minutes before Jackpot’s orgasm finally subsided… and that was when all strength left him. He collapsed with a wet tumble on top of his freshly cum-stuffed little broodmare: their drenched, sweaty fur soppingly mashing into each other as they gasped for air.
After what felt like an eternity (though in truth it was only 5 minutes), Jackpot rolled off of Trixie, his softened, half-erect penis still stuck inside her clenched-tight cunt.
“C-careful…” Trixie moaned, “y-you’ll make a..” She was cut off by a loud *POP* Trixie and Jackpot separated. A gushing splatter of thick, creamy spooge spilled from Trixie’s marehood, gooping down the edge of the couch and to the floor below in an obscenely thick waterfall.
“Noooo….” Trixie whined, “Trixie wanted to keep all of your batter…” She rolled onto her back, spreading her hips and exposing her teats and drooling cunt to her lover. “Trixie will be sure to bear a healthy foal.”
Jackpot’s eyes lit up and he climbed over the couch with difficulty, wrapping his hooves around the blue unicorn to snuggle into the sexy little-mare. “I’m sure you will, my love.”
Trixie’s reciprocated Jackpot’s affection with a little lick to his nuzzle before she lit her magical field weakly, carefully lifting Jackpot’s fat, semi-flaccid, sticky penis with a playful tug. “How long before we can go again?”
Jackpot chuckled and groaned, if only he was a younger stallion! He hoped the ZESPER was still in his system… but still, with such a beauty like this asking him? There was only one answer he could give.
“Not long.”
“Oh-oh… y-you know… m-magic convention…” Trixie nervously stammered. She was trying very hard not to think about the sloshing cum she could still feel in her marehood, the burning sticky-precum sensation in her tailhole, the taste of stallion-juice still in her mouth… all of which belonged to her DAD!
“Well that’s nice!” Dandy Lion smiled, looking at the two with joy. “Though you could have told me! I had planned for this reunion to be a big surprise, at dinner tonight!”
“O-oh don’t you worry… it was a surprise alright, mom.” Trixie chuckled. She looked over at Jackpot, who seemed to only be able to stare forward at a point ten-thousand miles in the distance. It was clear that his brain had experienced a fatal error and had not yet rebooted.
“B-but unfortunately Mom, Jackpot… I mean d-dad and I need to get back to the convention… I have to… give a speech!” She grabbed the hoof of the still staring and short-circuited Jackpot by the hoof, pulling him away. “I’ll talk to you later!”
Dandy Lion looked a bit perplexed, but waved happily at the departing blue ponies. “OK! Have fun bonding you two! And moon-bum, remember to bring your ‘big-banana’ lovercolt to dinner!’
Dandy failed to notice the cringing shudder ripple through both of the escaping ponies.
Trixie slammed Jackpot into the wall of his hotel room, pressing her angry face close to the stallion’s hyperventilating muzzle to get his attention. “CALM down.”
“B-but w-we are… and th-then y-you… m-me…”
“Yes. We are… and yes… we did.” Trixie groaned. “But losing our heads over this won’t help anypony! We have to think, calmly!”
“I-I… I have to… s-sit... phew… OK I think I can handle this…” Jackpot strained, shakily getting control of his voice as he got his breathing under control.
“Good! Trixie can’t have you losing it right now!” *PING* A sound blasted out of Trixie’s saddlebags, piercing the relative quiet of the hotel suite and getting the attention of both ponies.
“Wh-what was that?” Jackpot asked, with an arched eyebrow.
Trixie levitated out the Star Swirl brand pregnancy test from her saddlebag, hovering it up in front of her face so that she could read it. “My pregnancy test just let me know that it’s finished its analysis…”
Jackpot felt his heart stop, he hadn’t even thought about THAT yet. “Wh-what does it say?”
Trixie shakily smiled with an embarrassed blush. “C-congratulations…” She held up the pregnancy test’s screen, which showed a checkmark and a foal, with an expected date 11 months from then. “You’re gonna be a father… and a grandfather.”
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…” Jackpot put both his hooves to his head and began breathing heavily again.
Trixie reached a hoof out to the older stallion. “Jackpot… Daddy-”
“DON’T CALL ME THAT! OH GODDESSES, I STUCK MY DICK IN MY DAUGHTER’S ASSHOLE!” Jackpot began to pace back and forth, sweating nervously. “They’re gonna send me to TARTARUS! I FILLED MY DAUGHTER UP UNTIL SHE GOT PREGNANT! LUNA WAKE ME!”
“Shh shh shh…” Trixie put a hoof on Jackpot’s arm, slowing his pacing. “It-it’s gonna be OK… somehow!”
Jackpot’s eyes were wild, his nostrils flaring wide with adrenaline, his muscles coiling and uncoiling as he tried to contain his panic. “HOW!? HOW WILL IT POSSIBL-”
“What the hay is that?” Trixie interrupted, pointing down toward Jackpot’s groin. His stallionhood was spilling out of his sheath, filling and drooping down to the floor as it quickly began to throb with his blood... fattening and becoming a long dark blue sex-sausage.
“IT HAPPENS WHEN I GET NERVOUS, I CAN’T CONTROL IT!” Jackpot shouted, still using too much volume, while throwing his forehooves up in the air. Down below his waist, Jackpot’s stallionhood had finished spilling out and was now beginning to stiffen up, pumping fuller and lifting skyward with each rapid-fire heartbeat... like a lewd flagpole, as it tilted up and up and up.
Trixie couldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Th-that’s really not the best nervous tic for a stage-pony to have, is it…?” She watched as the cock of her dreams, the one that had so completely satisfied her the night prior, reached its full glory before her eyes. She bit her lip, in an attempt to stifle her burning desire.
“BY CELESTIA’S FAT ASS, WE’RE GOING TO JAIL. I’M GOING TO JAIL!” Jackpot’s trembles became shudders as his hyperventilation overtook him.
Trixie could only look at that wonderful cockhead. Her father’s cockhead. With its big, drooling slit, just begging to be serviced.
‘Buck it.’ Trixie thought.
“THEY’RE GOING TO BREAK MY HORN OFF! THEY”LL PUT ME IN WITH THOSE FUTA-MARES WHO’LL BEND ME OVER AND MAKE ME THEIR BBuuuhh?” Jackpot’s rambling was interrupted by a warm, tingling sensation engulfing his cock. He looked down at his stallionhood, which was now encased in a blue glow, softly stroking from the bottom of his shaft to right below his flare’s ridge. He looked over at his daughter’s face, which gazed back at him with a naughty smirk. “Wh-what? Trixie? What are you doing?”
“Giving you a nice... calming... magic-job…” Trixie cooed, as she continued to stroke her father’s long cock smoothly with her magic’s gentle caress.
“HNghh… st-stop! Y-you can’t!” Jackpot stumbled backwards, his forehooves grasping and bracing against the wall he’d fallen against for support to keep him standing up on his hind-legs. “We can’t!”
“Can’t what?” Trixie teased, following his backward stumble with a sultry, hip-tilting stride. “I don’t know about you, but last night was life-changing. I’m not about to give THIS up for anything... daddy.”
“We c-can’t…” Jackpot moaned, less insistently now. A dribble of precum slid from his cockhead and trickled down his shaft.
“Oh really?” Trixie sighed, snapping off her magic. “No magic jobs?” She put her right hoof onto his hot flesh, running it up and down the length of her father’s dark blue stallionhood with gentle, exploratory pumps. “What about hoof-jobs? No?” She pulled her hoof off of his fat flare with a flick, letting his cock bob back to hit him in the belly.
“Tr-trixie… please...” Jackpot groaned, no longer sure if he was begging her to stop or continue.
“Guess if there’s no hoof-jobs or magic-jobs on the table... I’ll just have to…” Trixie leaned forward, opened her mouth and took her father’s knob into her muzzle with a big, swallowing lick.
“F-fuck! Celestia forgive me!” Jackpot groaned. He reached his hooves forward and put them on the back of his daughter’s head as her tongue lavished his flare inside her muzzle with long, twisting licks. “Gah! T-trixie!” Jackpot threw his head back.
Trixie looked up at him with her bright purple eyes as she worked the head of her father’s fat stallionhood. She was barely able to fit the fat flare inside her jaw... so she worked just under his ridge with little suckling kisses, trying to tease him with rapid movements of her lips and tongue on his most sensitive areas instead of attempting to engulf this monstrosity of a penis.
Though she’d teased that she would not use her hooves, Trixie wasted little time before bringing her hooves to her dad’s dick, pumping his shaft with the strength in both of her arms. She quickly broke her other tease about no magic-jobs too, igniting her horn and wrapping her father’s big blue testicles in her magical field, warming and massaging them ever so slightly, tugging them lightly in time with her wet kisses as she suckled his cock.
“Trixie!” Jackpot groaned, opening his eyes to see his daughter’s eager, lusty face turned up at him as she sucked his stallionhood, pumped it, magicked his balls. He gripped her mane, holding her head as the eager mare bobbed up and down faster and faster, coaxing him to blow.
Knowing she had him, Trixie decided to pull a naughty little trick. One she’d learned from Starlight’s friend, Rarity. The fashionista claimed it would drive any stallion wild. Sliding her magic off of her father’s balls, Trixie moved her field underneath him... up to his tailhole, making him squeak with surprise as she tickled his pucker..
“Wh-what are you doiNGH!?”
She didn’t give him any time to react, thinning her magic into a slender tendril that pushed into her dad’s asshole, snaking up to a particularly thin part of his anus’s delicate membrane, pressing through the fleshy wall against the prostate gland on the other side, milking it and all the delicious stallion batter within, coaxing it to unload.
“HNNNnngg TRIXIE!” Jackpot’s hooves clenched harder into his daughter’s mane as he began to cum. He looked down with wonder as Trixie released his cock and leaned back, opening her mouth. He began to spray. Rope after rope of hot, thick lines flung out and across her face. The thick lines landed across her hair and chest, her muzzle… into her open mouth, onto her tongue. He kept cumming on his daughter, his little girl. Painting her.
Marking her.
She was his.
“MMmm…*GULP* thank you Jackpot.” Trixie moaned, swallowing the spurts that had landed in her mouth, “Thank you… *GULP* Daddy.”
Jackpot panted, catching his breath. His cock still bounced in front of him, trickling a small stream of cum which trailed down his shaft and dripped to the hotel floor below. “N-now wh-what?”
Trixie raised her eyebrows. “Now, dad… now you take Trixie over to the bed and pound her little plot until dinnertime with mom.” Trixie got up and walked toward the bedroom, her tail flagging high and exposing her dripping, winking marehood, pausing to look over her shoulder with a sexy glance, her tail whisking back and forth sexily, sending her musk throughout the room.
“Well, are you coming, daddy?”
Jackpot swallowed, and trotted along after her.
Hours later.
The squelching, slapping sounds of rough, animalistic sex filled the Princessdential suite, punctuated only by groans and moans. Any room-service pony or maid entering the door would have been absolutely overpowered by the potent smell of pure fucking saturating the room... but the DO NOT DISTURB sign and the grunts and groans audible from the hallway were enough of a warning against that.
Trixie had her forehooves up on the edge of the red, velvet-sheet covered Princess-Size bed. She stared down idly at the positive pregnancy indicator as her father mounted her from behind, pony-style, slamming his hips into her with continuous and violently powerful thrusts that splattered their wet, sticky juices to the floor below.
“I-I can’t believe I’ve been sleeping with my own father!” Trixie groaned, as Jackpot hilted in her drooling pussy, over and over.
Jackpot grimaced and looked down at his naughty little girl, who had seduced him into a multi-hour fuckfest. “Why are you still talking me into this!?” He asked, rhetorically of course... the winking, milking squeezes of his daughter’s cunt were more than enough answer to his question. To any question, really.
Trixie felt her body betray her again, shooting her full of endorphins as another orgasm began to rear its beautiful, powerful, wonderful head. “I DON’T KNOW! I’M ADDICTED TO THIS DICK! AND I’M ALREADY PREGNANT!” She shouted. The exertion of screaming the raunchy truth pushed her over the edge and she buried her head into the bedsheets with embarrassed frustration as she began cumming on her father’s fat cock for the tenth time that day.
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As the two ponies moaned in unison, with Trixie feeling her father’s flare fattening and stiffening once again, starting to pump her already pregnant womb with more foal-batter, neither noticed a sound coming from the front hallway.
After a tentative knock. the front door to the suite opened, Dandy Lion pushed open the door and looked around the suite’s foyer, her nose already starting to crinkle at the assault of potent, active pheromones hanging in the air like a fog.
“Jackpot? Are you in here? The front desk said that this was your suite, I was wondering if we could talk before dinner!”
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Author's Note
If you're enjoying the fic, please like and favorite!
First off, a BIG thank-you to my proofreader, SviMik... and the artist of the fantastic pictures, Appel!
This was such a blast to write!
Trixie is literally my favorite canon character, so when her father popped up... I basically KNEW that I would eventually be writing this fic.
The fact that I was able to coordinate this with the excellent Shake as part of a plan to flood fimfic with two Jackpot x Trixie fics in a big father's day release extravaganza just made it even MORE fun.
I can't wait to read his fic, and hopefully he'll enjoy this one!
Have plenty of fun in the comments! And wish your own father a happy father's day!
