Brilliant Azure

by GorisTheDeathclaw

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Romance, Trixie, Sex
Length: 1093

You attend one of Trixie's shows.

(2nd person story with Trixie)

You hear about a travelling magician who is putting on a show in town! When you are selected to be her assistant for a trick, how will the night unfold?

Rated M for some sexual content ;)

Published 2012-08-07 09:44:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-07 09:44:01 UTC

Brilliant Azure

You stare in awe at the fireworks shooting into the night sky before you. A symphony of all the colours of the rainbow illuminates the dark.

As the fireworks end, a burst of smoke fills the stage and on steps the performer, an azure blue mare with a silvery-blue mane and striking purple eyes. Her cutie mark is a wand with stars.

“Come one, come all, and witness the amazing magic of the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie!”

You shuffle your way to the front of the large crowd that has gathered for the show.

“Trixie will need a volunteer. Hm…” she scans the crowd. “You! Come up here.” She points a hoof in your direction. “What, me?” you ask. She nods.

You climb up on the stage and stand next to her.

“What is your special talent?” Trixie asks.

“Uh... I’m not really that good at anything,” you reply.

Trixie glares at you for a moment. “Um… in that case, watch as Trixie, uh…”

She looks back to you. “Seriously?” she asks. “You don’t have any special talents Trixie can beat you at?”

“…Not really, no…” you reply timidly.

“Ugh, I guess we’ll do a card trick…” she mutters quietly enough for the audience not to hear. She raises her voice once again, talking to her audience.

“Watch as the great and powerful TRIXIE and her volunteer perform the GREATEST CARD TRICK KNOWN TO PONYKIND!”

In the ensuing couple of minutes, Trixie performs the greatest card trick you have ever seen. You cannot recall the exact details as the trick blew your mind.

The audience’s thunderous applause snaps you out of your awed trance at the card trick. As the applause begins to die down, Trixie speaks up again.

“Thankyou! Let’s hear it for the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie and her assistant!”

As the crowd applauds once more, Trixie leans over and kisses you lightly on the cheek, something you’ve seen many stage performers do to thank their volunteers.

As soon as Trixie’s lips brush your cheek, however, you feel lightheaded, and feel butterflies in your stomach. It feels like every blood vessel in your body has been replaced with pure electricity. Even though the kiss is light and only lasts for a split second, it leaves a lingering sensation long after it has ended.

You walk down from the stage and rejoin the crowd in a daze. You look back up at Trixie, who has already moved on to her next trick. You decide to visit her after her show.

You walk up to the trailer. It’s some time past midnight, now, and the show ended a couple of hours ago. You take a deep breath, then knock on the trailer’s door.

“What is it? Trixie does not want to be distur-“

She swings the door open and stops her rant when she sees you.

“Oh, it’s you. Um, hello,” she says.

“Uh, yeah. Hi,” you reply.

You stare at each other awkwardly for a moment.

“So… do you want to come inside?” she asks.

“Sure,” you reply and enter Trixie’s trailer. She closes the door and the cold night air stops biting at you, replaced by the warmth of the trailer.

“So, listen, Trixie,” you start. “I’ll just get straight to the point. When you kissed me during the show… it felt quite unlike anything I’ve felt before.”

Trixie looks at you with an unreadable expression, then smiles. “I never usually thank volunteers by kissing them… something about you just seemed different.”

You smile back at her. “It doesn’t have to end at a kiss…” you suggest, then immediately blush and regret suggesting it.

Trixie, however, seems quite responsive to the idea. She leans towards you and pushes you gently backwards until you’re lying on her bed, looking up at her.

She begins grinding her hips against you, so that the end of her tail keeps brushing against your rapidly-growing cock.

You grab some lube off the bedside table and rub it all over your wang.

You roll over so that you’re on top, and finally slip your penis into her readily awaiting vagina. She gasps.

You try to withdraw your cock and prepare for the next thrust… but you’re having trouble.

“What the hell?” you mutter.

“What?” Trixie asks.

“Uh, nothing,” you reply.

You attempt to slide out of Trixie once more, but it appears your cock is stuck firmly inside her. You start to panic.

“Uh… are you gonna do anything anytime soon?” Trixie asks.

Panic sets in. You can’t tell her you’ve managed to get your penis stuck inside her vagina! You try to come up with some kind of excuse.

“Nah, let’s have a break here. Right here, like this. For a while,” you say. You immediately want to punch yourself in the mouth for coming up with something so idiotic.

“What’s going on?” Trixie asks, an annoyed edge overtaking her voice.

“Look, it’s stuck alright?!” you exclaim.

“…what?” Trixie asks.

“IT’S FUCKING STUCK! MY COCK IS STUCK INSIDE YOU! I CAN’T GET IT OUT!” you yell.

“What?!” Trixie looks panicked as well now. “Just move backwards really fast!”

“I tried!” you yell. “It won’t frigging move! It’s stuck!”

“Okay, calm down,” Trixie says. “Just… try and drag it out slowly.”

Trixie appears to be taking command of the situation, but your nerves are shattered and panic has already gripped you. Her calm aura does nothing to soothe your own nerves.

“IT’S STUUUUUUUUCK!” you scream, jerking your hips back to no avail. “OH GOD, WHY WON’T IT JUST SLIDE OUT?!”

“Okay, I’m calling the hospital,” says Trixie. “Walk to the phone with me.”

“No! Wait, no, Trixie, no! I can do this! Just give me one more try!” you beg.

“Ugh, fine,” says Trixie.

You jolt your hips backwards with a great amount of force. You continue to fail to dislodge your genitalia from Trixie's.

"OH GOD NO! NO!" You scream. You begin pounding your hoof down on your own groin. "WHY WON'T IT JUST SLIDE OUT?"

"Why the hell is this container open?" Trixie asks, pointing at the jar of lube you applied earlier.

"Because we needed some lube. It hasn't FUCKING WORKED, THOUGH!" you yell.

"This isn't lubricant. This is superglue. Industrial-strength super glue. For making repairs to the trailer." Trixie's voice is completely cold.

"...Oh," you say, "that explains it then."

Later that night, you and Trixie, in a pantomime horse costume waddle into the reception area of the hospital.

"So, uh, this is kind of hard to explain..."