Manic Trixie Dream Girl

by Dr Sharaz Jek

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Porn, Trixie, Fetish, Profanity, Shining Armor, Violence, Sex, Fleur de Lis, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3021

Trixie offers a stressed out Shining Armor some overtime...

Trixie invites a frustrated and lovesick Shining Armor to her caravan for some fun. Contains vulgarity and lots of roughness so please proceed with caution.

Published 2018-11-08 03:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-08 03:30:01 UTC

Chapter 1

The door creaked when Shining Armor closed it behind him. Candlelight flared about the caravan's interior and cast shadows upon the scattered belongings stored within. Its owner Trixie waved a starry hat to beckon him over. "Come in, come in! Let's not waste any more time!" Her cape fluttered when she spun away from him and sauntered next to the bedside. He leered while she her playfully cantered over, unable to tear his eyes from the sway of her backside.

His heart raced. He had every permission to be here, even from his wife, and yet somehow it was difficult to take the final step. He couldn't help but feel like this was somehow a betrayal no matter how many times Cadance told him otherwise. His eyes wandered over all the bizarre knick-knacks strewn about that were used in her magic shows. "I.... Look, maybe I shouldn't be here." He rubbed a hoof on the floor while a rather uncomfortable silence settled between them.

Gradually she lowered her snout to the floor, then stuck her well-shaped posterior in the air, her cape sliding down her upper back in a tantalizing manner. Her raised tail swished back and forth, briefly exposing her swollen ponut and moist marehood only to obscure them once more. He could smell the subtle musk of her shameless desire fill his nostrils even from here. His insides squirmed. This was silly. It's not like he hadn't been with dozens of mares before.

He knew there was once bad blood between the wizardess and his sister, and while that was supposedly behind them, he couldn't help but harbor a little resentment towards her. Still, she'd invited him here, and a swell at his loins belied what ambivalence he felt. With half-lidded eyes she called,"Don't be shy now! Aren't you the Captain of the Guard?" She smacked her rump which bounced in response. "Come over and show Trixie's sweet little ass what you're capable of!"

Her star-covered pointy hat added to her mystique. She fully raised her tail and parted her legs, presenting herself as all mares did, whenever they wanted to communicate a desire to fornicate with a stallion. Her heart shaped ass swayed and bounced. Shining Armor swallowed hard, unable to turn away. His endowment now stood fully erect and dripped precum from its flared tip. He trotted closer and sniffed the sweet scent of her lust which now filled the whole interior.

A shimmer enveloped her horn, and then took hold of the folds to her vulva, which she slowly parted until it fully blossomed open. Her swollen clit winked and dribbled its juices into puddle. The visible pinkness opened further still once she used her magic to form a makeshift speculum, widening open her watery flower until her cervix was completely visible. It throbbed and squirted rivulets in anticipation of desperately needed release. "Mount me now! Please!"

Even with such a willing mare, Shining Armor couldn't help but hesitate, his thoughts always drifting to his wife. She claimed to be okay with him having a few mistresses on the side, and had even surprised him with a prostitute by the name of Fleur De Lis for his bachelor party, who had cheerfully emerged from a titanic frosted cake. His men had all turned out to help him celebrate, and taken him to a private room where they wouldn't be disturbed for hours.

The model-like mare had strutted over with a sway of her hips and a mild flush in her cheeks. His muscular body tensed while he sat back in his chair. Her frame was covered in frosting, and within moments she was set upon by dozens of stallions, who started to tongue bathe her off with abandon. One rather bold trooper encircled her asshole until he completely licked it clean. She cooed and whimpered under all the countless hooves that traced her lithe physique.

With a hoof she denied them access to her pussy. One attempted to mount her, only to be swatted back by her tail, which made all the men guffaw. She raised one leg above Shining's head when she planted a hoof atop his chair, and spread her slit wide open with a mild titter. "Don't act shy now Captain," she murmured. "Dive into my all-you-can eat buffet."

Greedily he lapped at her treasure. He pushed his snout in deep and buried his tongue so far up her he was able to lick directly at her g-spot. This continued for several minutes, until she finally pushed him back into his seat, which made him raised an eyebrow. She started with a sensual lap dance, his veiny cock teased all the way from its sheath when she rubbed her pastel pink asshole and tight slit against it, directing his hooves to tweak her petite teats that ended in perky nipples. Next she lowered herself until he fully hilted her with a low moan. Her snout met his own in a deep and sloppy kiss.

Steadily she rode him senseless in front of a whole squadron of Royal Guards. He could still hear their hoots and hollers even now, recall the way she wrapped her thin limbs around him, while he squeezed her shapely pale buttocks. She bounced atop his cock with a mischievous smirk. "Cum inside my pussy all you like," she whispered while she nibbled on his ear. "I'm on the pill so I don't mind." Grunts escaped his clenched teeth when he finally erupted inside her.

She allowed him to rest inside her for a couple minutes while he softened. Gradually she pulled herself up, and his dick popped free with a plot, a mixture of their juices flowing from her cunt. "Hope you're not a one-shot kind of man, because that was simply round one." She turned around but continued to straddle him, rubbing her asshole against the tip of his still flared cock. He kneaded her asscheeks. It didn't take but a couple moments before he hardened once more. Nor did Fleur make it subtle what she wanted. He restrained her arms and legs when he took her in a full nelson position and buried himself in her butt. "Oh yeah," she panted once he started to bounce her atop his manhood. "Give it to me!"

He seized her well-shaped hips, raised her up, then slammed her back down repeatedly, his flared penis barely within her clenched asshole, only to be thrust down to the point where it was fully buried. She squealed in delight. His men called out, "Yeah! Fuck that slut hard! Make her your bitch!" Again-and-again he slammed into her with a primal series of cries. Within moments he completely sheathed her once more and unloaded another stream of semen. The rapid shots exploded into her rectum, as waves of unspeakable pleasure crashed over them, both able to share in a rare moment of true euphoria.

A cleared throat broke his reverie. He turned back to the willing and waiting mare. "Don't make Trixie wait forever! Am I not sexy to you?" He laid his hooves upon her buttcheeks. "Come on you retarded faggot, what's the matter? Can't keep it up until you finish?" She cackled like a sultry witch. "Or would you rather have all your men run a train on your ass?"

His eyebrow twitched. "What?" His powerful form shook a little. "No, I-"

She repeatedly spanked her backside. "You'd better hurry up or I'll kick you out and find a real stallion to fuck me! Someone who won't blow their load within seconds because they're too busy with fantasies about stallions!"

His ears pinned back. "Hey now, I'm totally into horse pussy-"

Trixie stuck her nose in the air at him. "Or maybe you'd rather fuck your retarded cumdumpster of a sister?" She sneered at him, her hooves used to spread open her rectum. "I bet you'd love to empty those balls deep inside her womb!"

His pensive expression curled into one of pure hate. "Okay whore, you asked for it!" He seized her cape which he ripped it off, knocked the hat from her head, and pushed her snotty snout into the floor. His hoof pulled at her mane and his teeth yanked at her tail when he mounted her. He couldn't forget the way the fillies made fun of him when he was still a nerdy boy. All he wanted now was to give her the absolute hate-fucking of her life. He saw red when he pushed his dick balls deep into her squishy cunt which splattered his shaft and balls. She squeaked once he started to move in a thunderous rhythm.

A malicious smile crossed his face when she sprayed her feminine cum over his cock and abdomen with each push. "You like that, don't you stupid bitch?" He used his free hoof to fondle and smack her pert buttocks which reddened and wobbled under his merciless slaps. He couldn't deny the thrill at a chance to play the villain for once. To let down his restraint and surrender to a primal darkness that festered inside everyone. He slammed into her cunt full-force with clenched teeth. Pulled harder at her hair and tail while he desperately demolished her sweet horse pussy.

"Is that the hardest you can fuck me, boy? Give it to me! Break all my slutty holes! Make me your bitch!" His horn lit up when he lifted a marker, and used it to write SL on her left cheek, and UT on the other buttock. He was lost in a sea of lust. Gasps escaped him when his cock throbbed then unloaded a hot spray into her womb. "Yes," she cried. "Inseminate me!"

He tossed the marker aside and continually mounted her. His horn sparkled when he used his telekinesis to manipulate her breasts, which he rolled about, and likewise he pinched and pulled at her fully erect nipples. Her eyes rolled into her head and her tongue lolled from her mouth once sheer bliss started to overtake her. Her butthole contracted in tandem with her sticky cuntlips when she clamped down with her vaginal muscles in order to milk his stallionhood. He bit her neck and mercilessly beat her buttcheeks like they were his drum. He barely heard her pleas for more under the floorboard's creaks.

He snorted when the last shots burst from his cocktip. He pulled free and watched a white pool dribble from her slit. His fury had started to cool but he wasn't satisfied yet. His flared tip circled her rectum, teased her for over a minute, before he finally planted himself inside. She contracted around his shaft. "You like it up the ass, don't you, you dumb ass slut?" Of course it was pretty common for mares to love a hard dick in the sphincter once they overcame their inhibitions.

Her buttocks smacked into his nethers when he pushed in-and-out of her ass. He yanked harder on her tail, clutched and smacked at both her cheeks, which blushed a brilliant vermillion in response. "Fuck you cunt," he snarled between thrusts. He towered over the submissive mare, all virile muscle and masculinity. "Take my cock! Dumb ass whores like you were born only to be dominated and bred on a daily basis by stallions like me! Isn't that so, you dirty broodmare?"

"Yes," she sobbed in sheer pleasure. "Smash my fuckholes into pieces! Ruin me!" He drilled into her ponut, felt her tremble and weaken beneath him, her eyes now red and watery. Any pain soon turned to pleasure under his relentless assault. "I want to be your personal sexslave! All I want is to please you however you want! Just make Trixie feel like a mare!"

Unable to hold back he cried out once more, another series of cumshots fired up her bowels. She squirmed and writhed and contracted about his penis which throbbed in response. His thrusts slowed until he eventually slipped free with a familiar plop, and her swollen ponut pushed out slathers of cum with her contractions, which traveled all the way to her pussy. Nearly a full minute passed while she continued to splash his undersides in a wild shower of female excretions.

A frown crossed his face when he held her. She attempted to stand, only to collapse into his arms, her knees still too weak. Now that the moment had passed he couldn't help but feel ashamed at how out-of-character he'd acted. He liked to think of himself like some noble hero, not a brutal barbarian who treated mares like mere fuckmeat. "I'm sorry.... Just that I...I..."

A smile crossed Trixie's snout when she raised a hoof to his mouth. "Don't you dare feel bad now. It's what we both wanted. Besides, you shouldn't keep that bottled up all the time. Think of me like a stress ball who's here to help out whenever you need me." He carried her over to a bed covered in a star-patterned blanket, then sat down and laid her head in his lap. He stroked her mane and wished that this moment could last forever. His mind typically drifted back to Cadance. Their work often kept them apart and he couldn't help but feel rather lovesick whenever they spent far too much time separated.

She looked up to him and he wiped the tears from her eyes. He continued to trace her silvery-white hair and she cooed back at his tender touch. She was so warm and soft. So supple and slender yet shapely. His wife always tell him to take his pleasures wherever he could, and so he decided to simply surrender to this moment. Nearly an hour passed like this.

He lowered his head started to nod off, only to stir when she rustled a bit, and her nose brushed his member, which swelled a tad in reaction. They both blushed and smiled coyly as their eyes met. Trixie kissed the tip of his stallionhood which flared to a partial chub. Gradually she started to lick and suckle around the base of his shaft, which shot back to attention within moments, until his urethra started to leak more slimy precum. Happily she lapped away with a moan.

Suddenly he pulled away from her, smacked her hard across the snout with his veiny dick, then did the same to her other flushed cheek, which left both stained with a bit of his initial release. His hoof clamped around her throat and squeezed. He bit into her shoulder, not so hard he broke the skin, but to the point where she winced with a muted cry. He laid a hand upon her head. Guided her open mouth onto his shaft. Shoved her downwards until he took her all the way to the base.

She choked a little when he held her down for several moments but didn't resist. She rolled her tongue around his width, and he grabbed her by the hair, raising her head up all the way until her mouth only encircled his tip, only to speedily force her all the way down to his base. He continued to work her over and the submissive mare allowed him to take total control.

She cheerfully stared up at him with half-lidded bedroom eyes while he maneuvered her up-and-down. "Oh yeah...suck my cock. I want to skullfuck you bitch," he admitted as he stood and started to facefuck her. His hips move back-and-forth as he pushed his dick down her throat. Tears filled her eyes while she rested on her knees and allowed him to use her freely. With one final thrust he sunk completely down her throat with an animalistic grunt. Her cries were muffled when thick clumps of cum exploded from her nostrils that splattered her bosom. He held her head in place while his load continually shot out.

When he finally pulled her head away a thick string of semen and saliva still connected her mouth to his penis. She panted as her chest heaved, her hair a ruffled mess, her face obscured under a full flush, her lips stained white. She opened her mouth wide to let him see the smegma in her throat. Swished it about playfully for well over a full minute before she inevitably swallowed it. Trixie couldn't help but suddenly look a little timid. "So...how...how was I? Okay I hope?"

"You were wonderful," he admitted once he planted a peck on her nosetip. She tittered in contentment. She'd pulled out almost every trick she could think to please him and succeeded. They heaved as one when he crushed her to his powerful chest. Drowsiness inevitably started to overtake him, his knees weak and his eyes half closed, like whenever he'd trained with his men all day. Sweat soaked their sore muscles. He peppered her head and snout with a bunch of tender kisses.

He collapsed onto the blankets and she draped herself over him. He held her close and stroked her mane. Cadance was on the money as usual. He needed a way to release all that tension and frustration. He had a hunch Trixie would readily allow him back anytime, because he ha made her quite content too, since she desperately needed a stallion to dominate her.

After all, it must be tiresome to present yourself as Great and Powerful all the time. That form of surrender never came easily to him, but there were times when he let Cadance take command, to ease the burden of leadership from his tumultuous life. He would stay with her a while, until his wife finished with her own vacation, and when he returned they could make love like never before. His features were awash with a rare sense of contentment. The stars twinkled lazily in the darkened sky, whereupon he drifted into a comfortable sleep, filled with rather pleasant dreams about his dear beloved.

Author's Note

I've attempted a few fanfics in the past, but this is the first I've ever finished. I have mixed feelings about the final result but hopefully some people will enjoy it.