Things were getting better.

Starlight Glimmer and Trixie Lulamoon were having a blast.

The road-trip, which had started off so well before nosediving into the pits of Tartarus, was on the rebound! The pair of unicorns, who had both been on the travelling show circuit for almost two weeks, were getting along famously after their rocky start.

With a bit of smart thinking and practical, judicious application of magic to quickly levitate the many magical props and various travelling supplies out of her wagon, putting them all underneath a small awning that the pair would erect at each planned stop. Really, it was so simple to do, and provided so much additional space for sleeping and relaxation in Trixie’s admittedly small wagon that it was almost too easy of a solution to all the troubles that they had been having earlier.

Coupled with a series of successful shows that filled Trixie’s saddlebags with well-earned bits (which allowed Starlight to partake in local foods and the odd shopping spree without bankrupting their expedition), all that was left was for the two close friends to have a wonderful time travelling the backroads and towns of Equestria…

“Phew, well Trixie, I think I’m going to turn in early tonight, climbing that mountain was a bit harder than I thought it would be.” Starlight smiled, standing up from the campfire and stretching her shoulders slightly, feeling her joints pop comfortably back into place.

“Hah, you’re such a lightweight Starlight.” Trixie smirked, teasingly. “You weren’t even hauling the wagon up the mountain. You should try pulling it tomorrow: your flanks have gotten a little plump you know.”

“Hey!” Starlight immediately complained, “First off: it was me who just levitated all the things out of your wagon, thank you very much... and second: you’re just jealous that my flanks are bigger than yours!” Starlight giggled in return, sticking her tongue out.

Trixie laughed back, a natural reaction between two good friends simply bantering with each other playfully. “Hah! Trixie’s tight butt gets all the stallions looking.” Trixie chuckled as her friend merely rolled her eyes and began to retreat into the wagon, where her comfortable hammock awaited. “Oh, Starlight?” Trixie called after her friend. “Before you go to bed, if you wouldn’t mind…”

“Oh! Right, thanks for reminding me.” Starlight’s horn glowed briefly, a magical field quickly illuminating her throat and nostrils. “There we go, in about five minutes I should go mute for the rest of the evening. No snoring tonight either.” Starlight offered with a smile.

Trixie let out a little sigh of relief. “Thanks buddy.” She then sheepishly smiled, “Sorry to make you have to cast magic on yourself, so I can sleep… are you sure you don’t need me to do the same? I know you were saying before that I would rehearse my shows in my sleep…”

Starlight shook her head with a smile. “No no! Don’t worry about it Trix. You haven’t spoken a word in your sleep for days now. I guess you’ve figured out your routine enough that your subconscious doesn’t think you need the practice anymore”

“Well, with how well our shows have been going, I’m not surprised.” Trixie smiled and winked at her friend. “Have a good sleep, Starlight, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Alright Trix, don’t stay up too late!” Starlight called over her shoulder, trotting up the set of small wooden steps to the interior of the wagon. With a skip and a bound, the former cult-leader turned friendship pupil hopped up onto her hammock with a comfortable sigh and yawn. It wasn’t until part way through her groaning exhortation that her volume tapered off to nothing: her muting spell had just kicked in, as expected…

Content in the knowledge that Trixie would have a good night’s sleep, Starlight let her heavy eyelids drift closed.

…

“Mmm…. yesh… yesh… jush like hmmm….”

Starlight’s eyes blinked open, and she took in the now-familiar sight of the wagon-ceiling above her. That was weird. She was a surprisingly good sleeper. Normally, she’d rest right through the night without a single waking spell… unless, that is…

“Mmm… yesh… right there… hmmm… OH!” Trixie half-mumbled in her sleep, her hooves thrashing out invisibly at the air.

She was disturbed.

Starlight groaned, lifting a hoof to rub at her temple in frustration. She realized that she’d jinxed herself by saying that Trixie wouldn’t need to cast the muting spell on her own voice box before sleeping. Of course that would cause the fates to make Trixie start speaking in her sleep again.

No matter, all she had to do was wake her up and get Trixie to cast the same muting spell.

“Trixie wake u-...” Starlight began, stopping suddenly as she touched her throat, her own muting spell still very much active and causing her to simply move her mouth wordlessly. Groaning silently, Starlight shifted and sat up on her bed, getting ready to shake her friend awake. Rehearsing was a good thing, but to practice in your sleep was a bit too much.

“MMM! Yesh… f-fuck my pusshy…” Trixie groaned out, rolling over onto her belly in the hammock, and sticking her butt up in the air. With nary a moment’s passing, her silver blue tail flicked left and up before she waggled her tight plot slightly.

‘Woah,’ Starlight’s eyes opened wider as her train of thought caught up to what she was watching, ‘just what exactly is Trixie rehearsing, anyway?” A little grin crossed her face and she lifted a hoof up to cover her chuckling mouth (despite the fact that any laughter would have been muted by her active spellwork). She knew she should wake up her friend…. That it was wrong to listen in but still… it was kind of funny and cute to see this side of her friend. She wondered just what kind of dream Trixie was having.

“Pwease… Mmmhmm…” Trixie’s half mumbling and little twitches garbled some of the dream-scene, “...yesh… f-fuck Trixie’s… yesh… m-master…”

Starlight blushed a bit, as she watched her friend’s fully exposed blue marehood, a plump set of already slick lips framing a tight hot-pink opening, throb and wink twice in the musky air of the wagon. Her friend’s fat clitoris slid in and out of her folds, grasping at its somnolistic satiation, making her tight little ponut quiver under her flagging dock.

‘Woah, I wonder what she’s dreaming about.’

Trixie felt the stallion’s tongue pressing deep into her throat as he slammed her roughly against the side of her wagon, pinning her easily with his superior strength, easily overwhelming her feeble resistance.

“Oh, f-fuck…” Trixie moaned aloud, as the mysterious stallion’s knee pressed into her dripping marehood, purposefully grinding against her throbbing cunt.

“Silence, you whore.” The rough voice whispered, before pressing his muzzle into Trixie’s neck. By speaking, Trixie realized that this was Hoof’ar, the Saddle Arabian fan who had been following her on her show tour for the past few weeks.

As the larger pony-horse began to press against her, dominating her with his size, Trixie felt the wet, slick heat of something pressing against her belly. She writhed her head away from Hoof’ar’s aggressive necking to look down between them, seeing a truly frightening and massive horsecock pinned against her blue belly fur, drooling a slick trickle of pre-cum as it throbbed with ferocity.

“Oh, by the Goddess,” Trixie moaned, her mouth opening slightly and eyes widening at the huge cock pressing into her. It easily dwarfed the largest stallion she’d ever had - it even rivalled the near-mythical size of Big Macintosh… maybe it was true what they said about Saddle Arabians.

A stinging bite hit Trixie’s left cheek - she’d just been slapped.

“Shut your heathen muzzle, infidel.” Hoof’ar snarled. “I’ll not hear talk of your heretical Goddess against the light of the prophet. Now bend over and take it like the Equestrian-slut you are.” Hoof’ar grabbed Trixie by her mane and threw her to the dusty earth, making her fall in a heap on her face.

The show-mare was shocked and excited at the same time: something seemed off about all this… she would never put up with this kind of treatment from any pony, let alone some backward misogynistic Saddle Arabian fundamentalist… and yet… she wanted him… she was burning for him.

She had almost no time to think further on what was happening, before Hoof’ar stepped forward and grabbed Trixie’s tail in his mouth, yanking it upward so that her beautiful rump was up in the air, while her face and chest remained stuffed in the dirt. Trixie felt her body betray her, her dock flagging up high in anticipation of being bred roughly. She groaned as her marehood clenched and winked in front of Hoof’ar, submitting to his domination.

“Typical Equestrian slut.” Hoof’ar sneered, “A real stallion pushes you into the earth and we see just how ‘modern’ you mares truly are.” Trixie whimpered as Hoof’ar’s powerful forehooves slammed down on either side of her head, and his heavy horsecock landed on her rump with a wet slap.

“I’ll rut you like the infidel-whore you are and then take you back to Saddle Arabia,” Hoof’ar leaned down to grunt in Trixie’s ear menacingly as he shifted about behind her, trying to align his overly long penis with her drooling slit, “but I won’t wed you… you’ll live in shame after birthing my bastards, and you’ll have to beg for food in the streets as an outcast, you slut.”

Trixie groaned aloud into the air, unsure of why she was accepting of such abuse… until she felt the heavy, painful, stretching heat of a massive flare pressing into her cunt-lips.

“Ohhhh!” She moaned aloud, strangely aware that all her motions and reactions were dulled, slow - as if through a foggy lens.

“Yes, take it you whore-mare!” Hoof’ar wasted no time in thrusting deep into Trixie, lancing her innards with his hot spear of thick, throbbing black-horseflesh. Trixie wasn’t sure how he could suddenly enter so deep into her without pain, she felt his cock completely filling her, making her belly widen and bulge impossibly, in a cartoonish way.

“S-stooooop,” She whined out vainly, as she felt the huge shaft inside her throb larger and larger then begin to flare.

“Yes! Yes! Bear my foals you whore…” Hoof’ar grunted as he began to cum, without having even pumped his hips more than the first thrust, heavy spurts of thick cream pouring into Trixie’s belly, like torrent from a fire-hose.

Trixie moaned out once again. “Stop!” her eyes rolling back slightly in her head as she felt her body blowing up, larger and larger. Her belly-button popped outwards as she became almost as large as a balloon, her body still growing with spurt after spurt of horsecum jetting into her. Suddenly she was no longer outside, but in her wagon, her ballooning body becoming constrained by the tight confines as Hoof’ar continued to pump her larger and larger.

“You should have accepted my wagon, whore!” Hoof’ar cackled.

Trixie whimpered, her orgasm from being so filled escaping her, leaving her feeling impossibly full and yet, completely unsatisfied. An annoying edge of her wagon’s structural frame jabbed into her side painfully as she expanded, again and again, without remorse. Prodding her as insistently as a unicorn trying to rouse a sleeping friend might.

A magical portal tore the ceiling of the wagon asunder, and a dark blue alicorn peered through into the crazy scene. “Just what in Equestria is happening in he-. Oh. OH. Nay, thy dream-princess will not touch this with a ten-foot pole.” The portal quickly snapped back shut.

Trixie groaned, her body sloshing and sloppily spilling stallion-seed impossibly from every orifice, like a messy Pinkie Pie batter stirring session, as she screamed out. “P-please Hoof’ar, it’s too much… cum!”

Trixie screamed aloud, wanting to pop, wanting relief… yet being denied… and then, just as she was about to release…

Trixie sat stock upright in her hammock, almost slipping out to be spilled to the floor. Her head spun in confusion as her mind tried to readjust to its surroundings and reestablish the known laws of reality instead of the crazy and impossible situation she had just been trapped in.

“Snnkkkrrtt…. Whazza…. Whozzaa….” Trixie grumbled and coughed, trying to clear her throat as she swayed wildly in her hammock.

“Shhh shhh shh” Starlight Glimmer cooed, quickly igniting her magic field to slow the oscillations of Trixie’s bed and prevent her friend from falling to the wagon floor.

Trixie sat up in her bed, now aware that the rather ridiculous scene she’d just survived was nothing more than a product of her sleepy, addled mind. She bit her lips and puffed her cheeks out in embarrassment as she also became aware of just how soaked her bottom currently was. At this point she wasn’t sure which would be more humiliating: having wet the bed from fear… or having wet the bed from lust. Either way, she quickly tucked her tail under herself and laughed awkwardly, hoping that her face wasn’t literally on fire with her hot burning shame… because it sure felt like it was!

“Ah… hahahaha… oopsie!” Trixie blushed, looking over at her friend. “S-sorry, Starlight… I was… having uh… a nightmare.” Trixie looked over at her friend meekly, only to see that she had nothing to say. Mind racing, Trixie quickly tried to fill the silence.

“Y-yeah… j-just a bad dream.” She rubbed the back of her head nervously, eyes now doing everything they could to look away from the skeptical and accusatory arched eyebrow of Starlight’s unbelieving face. “I w-was… being chased by… a t-timberwolf! Yeah! A timberwolf… made of lots of hard wood… wait I mean… uh, he was trying to pin me down and get on top of me… no, wait, like… I had to buck him off. But in the end, I couldn’t come out of it… and… err...” Trixie trailed off after rattling off multiple sexual innuendos inadvertently, choosing instead to plaster on a fake, overly wide smile and affixing Starlight with a nervous, sweating stare.

The deadpan, unbelieving unicorn didn’t blink an eye as she ignited her horn once again, briefly illuminating her throat and clearing up the magic that had rendered her mute.

“Uh huh… Timberwolf… screaming out because of a timberwolf attack?

Trixie nodded slowly, still wearing the far too large, ‘I’m-totally-lying-please-believe-me’ smile.

“Was this timberwolf also named Hoof’ar? And did he perhaps, cum too much?” Starlight asked, her deadpan demeanor finally cracking as she began to chuckle.

“Wh-what?” Trixie began to shake with nervousness, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Starlight rolled her eyes and continued to chuckle at her best friend’s antics. “Oh come off it, Trix… you’re not fooling any pony: your hammock is literally dripping” Starlight pointed beneath the hammock, where droplets of Trixie’s juices pittered to the wagon floor below. “...and your tail is flagging and wagging like a puppy, despite your trying to keep it plastered against your plot,” Starlight moved her hoof to point at the silvery tail currently being pinned by Trixie’s hooves under her, even as her dock waggled and strained to lift the whole mess of damp tail-hair away from her. “...and the whole wagon is so thick with your estrus-musk I can practically drink your blueberry-flavored essence right out of the air!” Starlight smacked her lips and worked her tongue around, as if to prove her point that she could taste Trixie’s heat condensing in her muzzle.

Trixie groaned out and slammed herself with shame into her hammock, pulling her pillow over top of her head to shield her from her best friend’s judging eyes… which only made Starlight laugh harder.

“Yeah, yeah.” Trixie grumbled, from under her protective-pillow helmet, “Yuk it up… the great and horny Trixie is in heat. So, funny!”

Author's Note

Chapter one... things are just getting started... we're ramping up the Trixie-heat-o-meter (patent pending).

I'm sort of torn on Hoof'ar. On the one hand... I don't want any stallion touching my waifu, especially not some weirdo Saddle Arabian (for the record I have no idea if Saddle Arabians are really repressive/regressive, so that might have just been a bit of my own grouchiness at the fellow popping up here... but c'mon I gave him a dream sex sequence with Trixie!)

Let me know what you think... but buckle up for some pretty hot and heavy stuff to follow!