The Great, and Devious, Trixie...
The Tired, and Battered, Anon
You are anon, and as usual, you find yourself in a unusual predicament. Originally form earth, yada-yada, transported to another dimension or some shit, yada-yada, talking horse people, you get the idea by now. Straight to the point, you managed to find a job in Equestria as a stage hand for a out-spoken blue unicorn who thinks quite highly of herself, Trixie Lulamoon. You traveled as a duo from town to town, performing cheap magic acts for the town folk, and yes, the pay is just as bad. Though with no Equestrian education on your part, and being equally ostracized like your narcissistic partner, you and luna were the best you two could do for one another.
You are in amidst packing away equipment after a earlier show when Trixie startles you from behind. “What is taking you so long with those light fixtures? Hurry up! We need to be packed and on the road by five or we’ll never make it to the next town by Ten! ‘The Great and powerful’ TRIXIE needs at least eight hours of beauty sleep before a show! So hurry up!”
Oh yeah, if it wasn’t obvious already, she hates you to hell and back. You don’t know why she’s on your case all the time either. Most ponies would just keep their distance if they were nervous around you but would never have the guts to harass you like a beer wench the way this diva does. But in some ways, it was a nice change in pace. At least she talks to you. After a few more minutes of stuffing shit in places that wouldn’t fit like it did before, you two were off.
A few hours later you two were making your way through bumble fuck nowhere. You, of course, were honoured with the great privilege of pulling Trixie’s wagon (Thats how she described it anyway) for miles until you found yourselves trekking a dark misshaped pathway through a eerie forest. The cart would jump and rattle with every bump and pot-hole, quickly taxing your back muscles, and making you even more exhausted. “Hey, uh Trixie? Believe it or not this is actually pretty tiring. You mind if I take 5, maybe 10? I kinda want to avoid getting scoliosis. At least before I’m 30.”
Trixie just heckles back at you through the front window. “Quit your complaining you miserable oaf. Because of you, we are already behind schedule! If you had gotten everything ready in time like I said, then yes, we would be able to make a pit stop, but unfortunately thats not the case is it? So the great, and powerful, TRIXIE, must demand that we keep moving! I’m not wasting anymore time because of you!”
You simply roll your eyes and sigh. “Jesus get of your high horse woman. You’re pulling rabbits out of hats, not curing the sick.” You sputter over your shoulder.
Trixie just looks at you in confusion and anger. “For goodness sake, keep your eyes on the road! Are you trying to get the great, and powerful, TRIXIE, into a accident? And what, in Equestria, is a Jesus?”
“How am I gonna get us into a accident?! I’m not exactly clocking in at Wonderbolt records here!” You twirl around, spitting back.
The pathway begins to decline.
“And who’s fault is that? You could probably go faster if you were using all four of your limbs instead of your mouth! Oh, but I forgot, that would be the smart thing to do! And I simply can’t ask that of a complete moron can I? I might as well ask a earth pony to make it rain!”
“No thats not how my body- You know what?” You drop the carts two handles, letting it hit the ground with a sudden thud. “Thats it. I’m done. I am, officially, one hundred and ten percent, DONE, with this bull~SHHHHHHIT! HOLY FUCK!”
Your screams of agony were accompanied with a sicking crunch. Unfortunately you failed to take note of the decline in the road. So when you dropped the cart, in continued to roll forward. Right over your foot, and across your ankle. Trixie halts the cart with her magic while you fall on your back, rocking back and forth, screaming more obscenities. “What did I tell you you big dumb idiot? Never question the great, and powerful, TR-”
“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND HELP ME!”
Trixie simply sighs and rolls her eyes while hopping out the front of the wagon. Dragging you inside, she proceeds to pull the both of you to a safe spot to inspect your injury. The inside of the cart was much bigger than the outside, providing lots of living space, making frequent travel much more bearable. The only positive to this nightmare of a job. Thank you magic.
“Well thats just great. Your joint is fractured.” Trixie groans.
“Agh~ Feels like its fucking’ broken to me.” You wheeze through clenched teeth.
“Well it might as well be!” Trixie yells, throwing her hooves into the air. “If you can’t work then I have to set up, perform AND drag your dead weight!” She moans again.
“Wow, don’t you just have wonderful bedside manners.” You scoff back at her while pointing to your bruised ankle. “So can you work some REAL magic here? Or is that horn only for cheap party gags?”
“Keep THOSE manners up and i’ll dump you on the side of the road and you can crawl back home.” Trixie snarls.
“Seriously debating on wether or not thats the better option here.” You spit back.
Trixie chuckles softly as she focuses on your ankle. “I think you’ll find that you would just be a hopeless mess without me.” A blue aura encompasses your now swollen foot, followed by a soothing warm sensation spilling over the inside of your ankle like water. Exactly Like magic, your wound felt almost as good as new.
“Well fuck me. You ‘can’ heal the sick.” You snicker, pulling your leg closer to inspect it.
“No I just numbed the pain. It’s healing at its normal pace so you’ll still have to keep off it for a few weeks. I just don’t want you keeping me up at night with your obsessive moaning and whining.”
“Well, thanks anyway I guess. Even if it was your moaning and whining that got me fucked up to begin with.”
“Are you kidding me?! You’re the one who let go of the cart! On a hill! Don’t blame me because you don’t know how simple physics work you blithering idiot!”
Your petty arguing went on for another ten minutes until the both of you had no energy left to keep going. Although, you’re pretty sure if you did, it would have gone on all night. The following day, Trixie, amazingly, managed to get the both of you to her next gig in just the nick of time. You still helped were you could. No way was Trixie letting you ride for free. You could have lost your whole leg and she still would have had you doing something. Luckily for you, you had more time to catch some R&R before Trixie’s next show.
“TRIIIIIIXIIIIIEEEEE COULD COME HERE? I NEED YOUR HELP.” You groaned form your usual nesting place.
“You have always needed my help! Celesta forbid you were ever capable of doing things on your own!” Trixie snarls, storming towards you. Before she could say another word, a ratty T-shirt hits her in the face, suspended on her horn.
“Could you give that a wash darling, Its pretty gamy, thanks Trix your a pal.”
“UUGH! ~ack! I’m surprised you even care about hygiene!” Trixie’s horn lights up from under your gnarly T-shirt, tossing it to the side. “Now listen here you Neanderthal! If you think that I’m your personal-”
Trixie’s rant comes to a sudden halt while starring blankly at your exposed upper body like a deer caught in a pair headlights. You glance to the left, then back to her, waiting for an insult to be tossed your way. Trixie then regains her composure. “J-just keep your muzzle shut or I’ll tape it shut!” She tosses your shirt back in your face and trots off only to quickly return a second later.
“But I’m not going to smell this for a another week.” And like that, she rips your shirt back in a magical grip, taking it outside.
You raise a eyebrow in confusion but quickly brush the thought off your mind. Outside, Trixie stops and looks down at the fabric suspended in her magical grasp. Wincing slightly, she slowly leans in and takes in a deep whiff. A soft red hue emanates from beneath her powdery blue cheeks before she tosses your shirt on a make-shift clothesline.
Author's Note
Hot dog, a new story? Seems so. Be sure to stay tuned for the next chapter. As usual, Thats where it gets spicy..
The Great, and Devious, Trixie...
Your eyes flutter open, the sound and birds chirping, serenading the new day. You realize you’ve been moved to a make shift bed, built from a collection of pillows and blankets. For a brief moment, you are in zen, all is right in the world. And like a run-away flaming freight train, that feeling comes to a horrifying end.
“All right monkey boy enough is enough!”
Well, it was fun well it while it lasted. “What is it now Trixie?” You groan, scrunching the bridge of your nose.
Trixie’s horn lights up and a rag and bucket of soapy water materialize in poof of smoke. “You’ve wallowed in your own filth long enough. This may be a new concept for you, but its called a bath, and you're having one, right, now.”
You let out a sigh, “Well if the queen has spoken.” You attempt to stand up only to have a sharp pain shoot up your leg. “AHHHHHHHnd it’s not happening.” You shudder through clenched teeth.
“Oh, its happening.” Trixie growls. You’re suddenly encased in a blue aura. “You’re getting clean. I refuse to smell your musk for another minute.” The room is filled with flash of light, leaving you in your birthday suit as it clears.
“Whoa! Hey! What the hell?” You quickly cover your shame. “You man-handling me blue horse?”
Trixie ignores you while dipping her cloth in the bucket, ringing it out in her magic hold. “Just lay there, you haven’t had a problem doing that so far, so I’m bringing the bath to you.”
“Excuse me, you can’t just-“ Trixie is already upon you with her wash cloth. “Hey, no! I have a say in this too!”
“Just shut it!” Trixie holds you in her magic and begins to dampen your torso. Well, at least its warm. Trixie takes a sniff and twitches slightly. “Oh sweet Celestia, that smell..” Trixie moans.
“Yes, alright I get it! I stink! Whine some more why don’t you. Now gimmie’ my clothes back!”
“You don’t understand, its- well… Forget it. I don’t need to explain anything to you.” Trixie scoffs.
What on earth- or, Equestria, is she even talking about? No time to ponder. You need to fight for your basic human rights.
“You know I could do most of this myself.” You mutter. “I think you’re unclear how bad a fractured ankle really is.”
“Well considering how half-assed you do everything else, I need to make sure. I just- I just can’t take it anymore… The smell, its…ugh...” You start to notice that something is off with Trixie. She’s still acting like the devil trapped in equine form but, there’s something else. You notice how sweaty she is, how heavily she’s breathing, and her legs are shaking.
“Trixie, are- are you ok? You’re looking, a little under the weather yourself.”
“I’m fine I’m just- a little tired, is all.” The blue unicorn sighs.
“You seem to look more than a little tired. Are you sur-”
“I SAID I’M FINE! FOR GOODNESS SAKE WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS FIGHT ME ON, EVERY LITTLE, THING?!” Trixie snaps, throwing the wash cloth against the wall behind you. She seems a bit more, intimidating, than usual. Maybe because she still has you in a telekinetic grip and one wrong move could turn you into a pink paste.
“Umm, ok, I’m uh, I’m sorry?” You practically whisper.
“Just, just work with me, ok? Just this, one~ ugh, time.” She begins to hang her head awfully close to your abdomen, her gaze fixated on your hands still covering your family jewels.
“I- uggh, why now? With you here? I- I just can’t.” Trixie continues to mutter to herself while your confusion only gets worse. Wait, hold on a second. Whats THAT smell? You take note of a new aroma lingering in the room. Something sort of sweet and, minty? What is that?
“My estrus..”
What? You turn to face Trixie, now with a stern expression on her face. “It’s- it’s my estrus season. You idiot.” Trixie drops to her hunches. “Its when a mare gets…” You wait for her to answer. “You know? When a mare is-” Trixie tries to egg you on. You’re silent. “Really? Are you really that dumb?” Trixie groans. You feel like you should say something but you’re honestly lost.
“It means my body wants to, breed, ok?” Her reply was probably the quietist you have ever heard her.
“Oh” Is all you could manage to say.
“‘Oh?’ What do you mean ‘Oh’? Do you not realize how hard is been? Feeling like this? With you, just, laying there showing more of your skin, and, your pungent stink…” Trixie curls her front hooves around one of your arms, her aura still holding you in place. “You, have, no idea.” Trixie’s mumbles, eyes locked with yours. “I just, I just need a little bit. Not much, just…” Trixie is now looking at you the way a starving tiger looks at a baby antelope. Her voice gets softer and sultry.“If I remember correctly you owe me Anon. (Hey she used your name) I hired you, you got to witness my ‘Great and powerfulness’ I cared for you even when you were, and still are, a bumbling mess…” Wow, lucky you.
Trixie begins to slide on top of your chest, her face inches from yours. “Don’t you think you owe me some sort of a thanks for my genuine selflessness?” You feel your hands forcibly moved to your sides, exposing your groin.
“Uhhhhhh” You find your words caught in your throat. All you could do was mumble like a imbecile, unable to answer the frisky unicorn straddling you. You swallow, snapping yourself out of your stupor, and to the best of your ability, communicate.
“Well i- uh, i’m uh I guess thats- hmmm.” Nicely done brain. Trixie just chuckles.
“Hmhm, I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
Before you can respond, Trixie locks lips with yours, electing a muffled grunt from your throat. You begin experiencing the mare’s eagerness as her tongue violently bats yours around, as if it’s trying to wrestle it into submission. Trixie lets out muffled moans into your mouth as she starts to grind her moistening crotch into your lap. You can feel her pair of warm, wet, folds split around your now growing erection, now soaked in Trixie’s excitement. Finally, Trixie breaks the kiss, allowing you some oxygen. “Tr- Trixie, You know, if you wanted to throw down and fuck this whole time, all you had to do was ask babe.” You tease.
You look up at the now-boisterous unicorn and notice a devious grin stretched across her face, one that honestly was a bit unsettling. “Hehe, oh Anonymous, You should know by now the ‘Great, and Powerful Trixie, does not need to ask, she simply takes what she deserves. Hmm, And what she deserves, is to relive herself. Hehe, I'v always wanted to try, an exotic stallion of sorts.” Trixie is in full on ‘lets fuck’ mode. No use turning back now, she can already tell your dick is raring to go.
“Well if you insis-” you didn’t even need to finish that sentence. Trixie got your answer immediately and she’s not wasting anymore time. Before you can even blink, Trixie’s muzzle is now down at your goods, taking in deep breaths right between your dick and sack.
“Hufffffff, Oooooh sweet Celestia! I would have never thought an ape’s musk could be this, intoxicating..” Woah this poor pony. You thought to yourself. When was the last time she got any? Doesn’t matter now, you got a sexually feral unicorn to watch out for. You suddenly jolt in surprise as your balls are now in a warm, wet embrace. You look down to see Trixie is already getting down to business, licking and sucking on each testicle. She then moves her attention up your shaft, wrapping her tongue around it, giving the tip a soft peck. She then brings her muzzle down, bobbing on your shaft repeatedly, while making lewd slurping and gurgling noises.
“Ooooooh fuuuuck.” You groan out loud. You haven’t felt a sensation like this for a very long time. If you weren’t careful, this party was gonna come to an embarrassing, premature end. “Uunf, easy Trix, If you keep spoiling me like that, I’m gonna-” as if she had read your mind, she’s up and off your shaft with a plop.
“Yes, for once you're actually right. It’s about time you put in some effort around here for a change.” Like that, the blue aura encasing you disappears, allowing you to finally sit up. You get ready for what you assume is the main course, awaiting Trixie to follow suit.
“What do you think you are doing?” Trixie scoffs, looking at you with disapproval.
“Are we not gonna..” You begin. Trixie just rolls her eyes.
“Why am I not surprised. As dense as always I see. I can enjoy some foreplay too you dunce.”
“Oh, uh, ok, well I haven’t eaten a pony out before. Just thought i'd warn you. (Haven’t fucked one ether but whatever)
“Suck my horn.”
What?
“I sucked your horn, now you suck mine. Fair is fair.
You blink a couple times in silence not understanding the situation. You didn’t know unicorn horns worked like that. Huh, the more you know?
“Umm ok?”
Trixie lowers her head slightly, giving you easier access to the powdery blue appendage poking through her mane. You glare at it slightly, still not sure how you should go about doing this. Isn’t this, kinda, like, sucking a dick? Whatever. You cusp the base of the horn, Trixie letting out a soft gasp at your touch. You lean in closer and give the tip a light lick. You can feel the mare below you shuffle slightly at the attention you’re giving her. You start to run your tongue along the ridges giving it a few soft pecks. Trixie, in turn, lets out a sharp gasp. You continue this motion, your partner panting heavier as you do so.
“Uuuuuuuh~ y-yes, You love Trixies horn, don’t you-mmmm you dirty monkey? Feel how great and powerful it is?”
You just roll your eyes. Hey if it floats her boat and gets you some of that pony tail, who are you to complain?
“Y-yeah! Oooooooh yeah! Mmmmmm, U-urgh!” Trixie’s back leg begins to twitch right before your mouth is assaulted with what tastes like dish soap. “Oh yeeees!” Trixie cries. Suddenly you feel pressure Swell inside your mouth, puffing out your cheeks, before a blue bioluminescent substance sprays out your nose and seeps out your lips. You reel back, hacking on what ever the fuck this stuff is.
“Hck! Oh, what the?!”
Immediately, Trixie throws herself on her back, spreading eagle, her now winking pussy on full display. “Hmhmm, that was just the appetizer, monkey boy… Now, the Great, and powerful, TRIXIE, demands that you pleasure her pussy! Buck her with your filthy monkey dick! Do it now!”
Why must this pony constantly yell? Before you could regain composer, you feel that familiar pull of Trixies magic. You fling forward in front of the impatient mare as she stares at you with madding, lustful eyes.
“Do you need an invitation? this mare needs to be bred right now! Don’t make her wait any longer!”
Wasting no time, you line the tip of your penis up with Trixie’s folds. Her magical blue aura shrouds you again, as you’re forcefully pushed into her. The sudden feeling of her warm wet walls, immediately milking your dick, throws your body into shock. Suddenly, your primal instincts take over, years of repressed sexual stress driving you forward. You begin pumping furiously into the now screaming pony below you. You pound downwards, upwards and gyrate you hips, making sure to hit every spot inside her.
“O-oh Yes! Thats it! Pound me! Buck me! Use me like a two-bit whorse! Mark my pussy daddy!”
Hot, diggity fuckin damn, some how, you’re not too surprised this was one of Trixie’s kinks.
You suddenly feel your hands caught in another magical hold as they’re forcefully brought up to trixie’s neck. “Come on! show this shameful mare her place! After everything i’v ever said to you, you must want to do this! Choke me! Show me what those ape hands of yours can do!” Good god, were did this come from? Trixie’s personality has done a complete one-eighty. So long with her cold and spiteful attitude, now she’s a gasping, submissive nympho maniac.
You begin to gradually tighten your grip around Trixie’s furry little throat, causing her to gasp and wheeze along with her yelps of pleasure. You begin to give into the role-play, remembering all the times Trixie has ever yelled, mocked or humiliated you. You begin slamming into her harder, making sure your whole length filled her salivating mare-hood. You increase and relieve pressure around Trixie’s neck regularly, pushing her to her limits, then allowing her air. Trixie is lost in a euphoric trance, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth while letting out inaudible grunts and groans.
You begin to feel pressure welling up in your androgens zone. You’re close. Trixie’s legs begin to shake and quiver beneath you as she lets out a gurgled moan. “Uuuuh~ yes, I’m- I’m,” Trixie wheezes. You realign yourself. Perfect timing. With all the remaining energy you have left, you ram into the wailing unicorn with as much force your body is capable of.
“Aaaaah~ Yeeees, Daddy! Defile me! Make me a mommy! Do it now! Ooooooh, YES! I’m gonna cum!”
You finally feel yourself tip over the edge as you begin to cake the walls of Trixie’s cavern with your seed. Her hips begin to shake violently as she orgasms along with you, her own fluids mixing with your spunk. You gently collapse on top Trixie, the both of you panting uncontrollably, spending a few minutes basking in each others afterglow. When all is said and done, Trixie wraps a hoof around your back.
“Uuh, hah, that was, my best performance, no doubt…” she sighs, between breaths. And her ego returns.
“Heh, well, all thanks to me, of course.” You snicker through your heavy breathing.
Trixie just scoffs at you, giving your back a light tap.
“pfft, so what about your ‘ankle’.
“Probably gonna explode in writhing pain once my adrenaline dies down.” You wheeze.
Trixie just smiles and rolls her eyes. “Then as usual, I guess I have to take care of you like the child you are. Does my generosity know no bounds?”
