Magical Nights

Jack Pot entered the hotel bar, now dressed in his civilian clothing. A white sweater with a brown jacket. His most complimentary outfit offstage, if he did say so himself. Luckily, nopony was here from the show, just as planned, allowing from some relaxation. He sat down at the bar and looked confused when the bartender immediately placed a glass of his favorite alcohol in front of him. "What? I just got here."

"Compliments of the lady at the booth" the bartender said as she pointed out Trixie, who raised her drink at Jack with a sultry look. "She's been waiting for you, specifically." The bartender gave Jack a wink before attending to another patron.

Jack looked at Trixie with a raised eyebrow and a smile, taking his drink in his magic before making his way over to the booth. I stand corrected. But at least it's only one pony from the show. And one I don't mind talking to again. "I'm usually the one who sends a drink over" he said as he took a seat across from Trixie. "How did you know my preffered poison?"

"A lucky guess" Trixie replied with a coy smile before taking a sip of her own, fruit based drink. "I'm glad you decided to visit the bar before returning to your hotel room."

"Speaking of, how did you know I was going to be in the bar of the adjacent casino? Are you stalking me, Ms. Trixie?"

"Oh Jack. You don't know me, but flattering oneself is my thing. I happen to be very familiar with the routine of a performer. Especially when it comes to wanting some time to yourself after a show, instead of dealing with adoring fans. No matter how good the attention is."

"Really? And pray tell, how would you be familiar with this routine?"

"Because it's a routine I follow. I'm actually a bit of a performer like yourself."

"You're a fellow magician?"

"Mmhm. My stage name" and admittedly preferred name "is...The Grrreat, and Powerful...Trrrrixiiiiiieeeee!"

"Ah, so you're one of the modest ones."

Trixie giggled, hoping her blush from having proclaimed her stage name to her idol wasn't too obvious. "I know it's not the most humble of titles, but there's definitely been worse. And I'll have you know that you're to blame for the name, Jack."

"Me? I just met you. How could I be responsible for it?"

"Well..." Trixie trailed off as she stirred her drink with the plastic fruit pick. "This is a little personal, but I figure you'd be the best pony to share it with. You're actually the reason I became a performer in the first place." A raise of his eyebrows told her she had his interest. "I caught one of your shows on TV when I was a filly. And I fell head over heels for show magic. I started learning and practicing as much as I could, usually with your kits and instructional merchandise. And it all paid off. I became The Great and Powerful Trixie. And I love doing what I do. And I have you to thank for it. You were the catalyst, my inspiration. My idol.

"I'm sorry" Trixie said after a beat of silence. "I hope that wasn't too personal a thing to share."

"Not at all" Jack said as he reached a hoof over and placed it atop hers. This made Trixie freeze, looking at their hooves. "I appreciate that you shared that with me. You're actually not the first to tell me I've been an inspiration. But considering I've heard your stage name here and there, you're definitely the first who's clearly achieved some success." Jack leaned back, removing his hoof from hers before magically raising his glass. "So I raise my glass in congratulation to you, Ms. Great and Powerful Trixie."

"Th-Thank you" Trixie stammered, stunned that her idol not only had heard of her, but was congratulating her. And there was something else. It made her feel...fulfilled that her idol was validating her. The closest thing she could think of was when her mother told her she was proud of her. And the way he was dressed certainly contributed to that comparison. Not that she was complaining.

While the jacket seemed very much like what an older stallion would wear, it worked for him. Especially since he was an older stallion. But not grandfather old. He reminded her of older fathers she would see here and there, particularly the ones she saw in parks, the single ones with their foals. The ones who were so admirable and heartwarming...and attractive. The daddies.

Jack Pot definitely had a daddy thing going for him. And Trixie liked it.

"Actually, I haven't told you the whole story. You're also to blame for my not so modest name because I was inspired by your confidence."

"Really? I have to admit, that's a new one."

"Mmhm. That and the parts of your lessons about getting over stage fright. But mostly your confidence. You were always so sure of yourself, almost never faltering, and coming up with quick solutions when you did. It taught me to care about me, to believe in myself.

"Sure I watched other performers, but I always gravitated back to you. There was just something...magnetic about you." Jack Pot raised his eyebrows and shifted his eyes downward, having felt something stroke one of his hind hooves. "As I got older, I figured out it wasn't just your confidence that drew me back to you, but also how handsome you were." And now he knew that her hoof was tracing up and down his leg. "How...attractive you were."

Trixie was glad and relieved when he looked at her with a small smirk "This is certainly different from the mare I met on stage imitating a giddy school filly."

"I've had time to compose myself. And there's not over hundred ponies watching us. I hope you're not intimidated by forward mares" Trixie said as she leaned forward, her chin resting on her hooves.

"Oh, on the contrary, Ms. Trixie. I happen to love forward mares."

"Then would you mind taking a forward mare on a walk down the Pegasus strip? Before accompanying her back to her personal wagon?"

She IS a forward mare! Jack thought before taking his glass and downing what remained of his drink. "Not at all." Both he and Trixie got up from their seats, but he froze halfway up before sitting back down. "After I...calm down, so to speak. Don't want to get escorted out for public indecency."

"Oops. Sorry about that" Trixie said with a chuckle.

"Don't be. Any mare who can get me excited that quickly at my age should never apoligize for it."

"Flattering me already? I think we're going to get along quite well."

Sometime later, Trixie and Jack Pot were laughing merrily as they entered the wagon parking lot where Trixie's mobile abode waited. "I...I can't believe you caught the milkshake those young stallions threw at me and threw it back at them!"

"Haha, well, it serves them right for calling you an old has-been."

"Yes" Jack replied with a chuckle. "But don't you think the contagious itch spell you cast on their crotches was a bit much?"

"No, making it permanent would've been too much. And need I remind you they specifically called you a cradle robbing, dried up, old has-been?"

"You're right, screw them!" Jack replied, causing he and Trixie to burst out in laughter.

"And I still can't believe you threw down those smoke bombs to steal those churros for us!"

"Ten bits for one churro is stealing in and of itself! I've known hotel snack bars with cheaper prices than that. Though, not that often of course."

"You don't have to tell me. I performed in the Shiny Bit club the day after they started allowing weed. I had such a bad case of the munchies that I cleaned out my room's snack bar. And I didn't quite have the bits to pay for it."

"So that's why you insisted we cross the street when we started getting close to there. I'd scold you, but let's just say I've had similar experiences, so I'm not one to judge."

"I'm a little surprised you can be a bad boy at your age."

"Oh I'm hardly the type, Ms. Trixie. Except when I want to be" Jack said with a smoldering glance.

"Ditto" Trixie replied with half lidded eyes. "Well, this is my wagon."

"A bit smaller than I imagined" Jack said as he looked over the vehicle.

"Believe me, it has more than enough space. For two." Trixie and Jack stood in front of her steps, simply staring lustfully at one another.

"Ms. Trixie. I hope I'm not coming off too boldly, but would you grant an old stallion like me the privelage of getting a taste of your li-Mmf!" Jack Pot grunted as Trixie suddenly smashed her lips against his. Once he got over the brief shock, he closed his eyes and gently pushed back into the kiss, eliciting a pleased moan from his date.

She surprised him further when she parted his lips with her own and easily slipped her tongue past his teeth, beginning to play with his. He gladly started reciprocating, right before she started maneuvering him. He nearly tumbled when his ankles made contact with the steps, then she lightly pushed him, making him walk up them backwards. She ended up making him stand on his hind legs while still kissing him, giving him a sort of vice versa déjà vu. And then the biggest surprise came.

His eyebrows raised in shock as he felt her hind hoof trail up his leg, and eventually start lightly stroking his now erect stallionhood. She does move fast! He could taste leftover sweetness from the churro and her fruity drink. He was hoping her tongue wasn't the only thing that tasted sweet.

Trixie could taste the lingering essence of Jack's drink on his tongue. A bit of a strong one that she'd had plenty of times before, and could remember the burn. In fact, she could practically feel the burn in her throat. It was like a pleasant bite. She depended the kiss, while trying to mentally measure what she was stroking. Not too big, and not too small. And a bit girthy. It seemed this stallion would live up to his name.

Trixie broke the kiss, allowing Jack to rest his head against the wagon door as she continued to stroke him. "Are...Are you going to, *shudder*, invite me inside?"

"Mm. Actually....no."

"Wait, what?" Jack asked confusedly as Trixie made him go back down the steps while she used her magic to unlock the door.

"I'm a little tired from the walk. The lights did a number on my eyes. And I don't fully trust myself after a few drinks. But, I have some good news for you. What happens in Pegasus stays in Pegasus, right?"

"Yes" Jack replied unsurely.

"Well, I arranged my schedule especially for this trip" she said as she descended two steps to put her face to face with Jack. "We have a whole week to make something happen. And stay" she said with a wink. "So, would you grant a mare like me the privelage of being wined and dined by her idol? Before you make her scream your name?"

Normally Jack would be outraged to have been blue balled like this, but there was something about this mare. She was different than the eager mares that had approached him before. He'd never been made to work for a mare since he became a successful performer. She posed a bit of a challenge. And there was something about the personal things she had shared. He could tell she was being truthful, unlike many of the aforementioned mares. She was special. And definitely worth waiting a hoof-ful of nights.

"For you, Ms. Trixie" he said as he picked up her hoof and placed a kiss on it. "Gladly. Oh, and before I go. Don't forget..." he reached behind her ear, and pulled out the rose he had given her at the performance "this."

She never even felt him lift it off her! "How did you-?"

"What is the first rule of a magician, Ms. Trixie?"

"They never reveal their secrets" she replied with a smile. "Dinner after your final show tomorrow?"

"Of course."

"Pick me up here."

"Will do."

Jack blew Trixie a kiss before turning around and starting to walk away. She made as if to catch it and hold it to her heart, even though he wasn't looking. Then she opened her wagon, threw herself backwards into it, and shut the door.

Trixie landed on her back and magically held the rose to her muzzle as she started touching herself with her hoof. She had actually wanted to invite Jack inside right that second. But she realized Jack was too good of a stallion for that. She wouldn't debase herself to a one night stand of eager, wild sex, like some tramp. Not this time. And especially not with her idol.

But she still had needs. Needs she made the mistake of ramping up before deciding not to invite Jack in. She used her magic to pull out her smallest, personal relief bringer. Which wasn't all that small, but definitely smaller than Jack. And what it lacked in size was made up for in vibration.

"Mm! Oh yes!" Trixie exclaimed as her little helper buzzed from within her. "Oh Jack! I want you so badly! I can't wait to feel you inside me. I...I can't wait...to make you my...my...DADDY!"