Cum On The Dance Floor 3: Trixie's Circus Of Flying Fucks

“How could you do this, Spike?!” Starlight marched over to the desk and slammed a forehoof atop it. She noticed he'd replaced one of his fangs with a tacky gold one which theatrically shimmered in the darkness. “I always thought you were a gentle drake, but all this? Running a bunch of fetish clubs is one thing, but spreading a drug that breaks the minds of-”

“Whoa, hold on, slow down!” He raised his claws. “Now, what are you talking about?”

“Don't play dumb!” But from the bewildered look on his face she started to doubt her accusations. After all the adventures they'd been on, it was difficult to imagine he'd ever go heel.“You really don't know?”

“Afraid not. I'm usually away on business, hopping between clubs when I'm needed. A dragon's supposed to have riches, you know? Plus, I figured it would be a chance to let ponies live freely, cut loose. You're saying something terrible has gone down here? Then I'll help you take care of it. This is my responsibility, after all.” He rose and lazily stretched, popping his neck.

“A team up, then. Like old times.” She still had some doubts, but she'd trust him...for now. “Let's start here, shall we?”

“I'll put all my bouncers on it.” He walked on all fours, like some dragon living in a cave away from civilization, sitting atop his riches. While the atmosphere here was rather sleazy, she reminded herself not to be too judgmental, especially not with all the kinky stuff she used to get up to with Trixie in her caravan. Trixie Lulamoon...it was her loss that had made her start this quest.

After the owner rounded up his staff, and sent them around the rave club, they started to make the rounds and question potential witnesses. A myriad of flashing colors almost blinded her, and her ears twitched, ringing from the aural assault that made the floor quake in a steady pulse. From what they learned, Pacific Glow had been experimenting with a number of drugs she'd mixed together, and accidentally created a new strain, one that had fried her mind.

Shortly after, she'd passed them onto Vinyl Scratch, and it had spiraled from there, most clubbers ignorant to what was happening, with a few intentionally taking advantage, discovering the formula and spreading the drugs further on.

“This is the place they moved onto next,” said Starlight who waved a flier to a rock club.

“Ah yeah...I kinda own that one too,” he admittedly sheepishly. “Usually, I don't make public appearances, but in this case...” He padded on ahead, the patrons giving him a wide birth in a mixture of admiration and respectful fear.

Exiting out the back, he breathed in the night air with a snort. The dark skies twinkled with stars that framed a pale moon surrounded by a swirl of dark clouds. He shivered pleasantly in the breeze and lowered himself. “Hop aboard!”

“Um, it'll be faster if I simply teleport us there.”

“Oh, yeah.” Spike scratched the back of his head. He stretched his wingspan, looking disappointed he wouldn't have a chance to show off his flying skills. He swished his spade-tipped tail, and they blinked away in a flash.

*****

Every time Trixie's carnival swept through another village, they pulled in all the stallions and mares they could find, but even they didn't believe in converting foals to their cause. That could wait until they came of age! Sometimes the young were all that were left behind, forming little communities that in the best case scenarios stood united despite their squabbles, while in the worst ones petty little bullies turned tyrants. By now half a dozen such places had fallen, some practically ghost towns.

In the latest town the festivities kicked in, Trixie and her carnies unloading their props. This time they'd prepared a giant champagne glass that Fleur de Lis swam in, a couple bits all that were required for stallions and mares to line up. They jizzed or squirted all over the elegant, dancing beauty, and she threw open her forehooves, tossing back her mane and taking it all over, her maw wide and her tongue sticking out. She swam within the goo that started to fill the glass, drenching herself.

She kicked up her absurdly long hindlegs, spreading them slowly wide open, hooves wrapped in stiletto heels. She fluttered cum-thered lashes, her horn lighting up to spread her pastel pink flower and equally soft anus until they gaped. Soon her gooey cervix entrance was visible, glistening, her inner velvet walls connected by strings of her pussy juices.

She stuck her rump over the side, shaking it, daring anypony brave enough to climb up and mount her senseless. One pegasus took up the presented challenge, flying up, settling his weight atop her, and biting her nape as he roughly rutted her. She giggled in delight, slurping up a pool of cum she could easily drown in, eyes hazed in addiction to its taste, smell, and texture.

Satisfied enough by his savage treatment not to kick him off, he pulled on her mane, smacking her derriere cheeks a bright red, and slapping her hanging teats about. With a grunt he buried himself deep, unloading inside her. When he'd apparently squeezed out the last drop, she tossed him off with a laugh, and more were already climbing up to replace him.

One gripped her head, swabbing her throat with his junk, her neck distended each time he humped into her. Another climbed atop her, spearing her ass while she was already being impaled up her vag. She stroked a couple more off, Octavia clambering up with them and taking her thin horn into her lips. Sparks of magic danced in her mouth, making her moan low.

Those who weren't busy setting up tents and attractions furiously masturbated to the sight or screwed one-another. Another orgy ensued between the citizens and the carnies, what authorities who couldn't be bribed by Octavia and Vinyl Scratch by bits and pussy were easily intimidated into submission by Garble, who'd bear his slathering jaws at them until they backed down.

*****

In the meantime Trixie was in her private room behind the stage, draped upon a huge treasure chest she affectionately stroked. She jumped when Starlight and Spike suddenly materialized near her. She tried to dash away, only to be seized by Starlight's aura, who lifted the thrashing unicorn up and floating her over. “Trixie, it's me! Starlight! Do you remember me?”

She snarled at them, unable to form a coherent word, trying to overpower Glimmer's spell with no success.

“No good. Her mind is broken.” Tears slowly formed in Starlight's eyes and ran down her cheeks. “I-I'm not sure it can be fixed.” She quietly choked back low sobs. “Maybe I could teach her to think again, but she'd be like an infant. I'd effectively be rewriting who she is. No, I won't do that. I'll try and refresh her memories,” she announced with her head upraised.

“Could take forever, but I'm with you.” He watched Glimmer telekinetically throw open the chest, remove some heavy chains she and Trixie used to use in their private games, and wrap them around her, securing a padlock and hiding the key in her mane. “Remind me not to piss you off! Whatever I can do to help, just tell me. Should I round up her crew?”

“That'd be a start.” Trixie hissed and kicked and screamed like a banshee, until Starlight stuffed a ballgag into her maw, tying it into place. “Sorry about this. You used to love this sort of treatment.” And apparently she still did, if the flush on her snarling snout and the lubrication dripping down her drenched inner thighs were any indication!

She waited until Spike left, then turned back to Trixie. She had an idea, one she was entirely comfortable with, but it was obvious Lulamoon was an addict, and would have to be weaned off her nymphomaniac state.

Pinning her down, Glim-Glam mashed her cunt into Trix's, grinding against her. Their swollen clitorises kissed. “Umph,” she cried as her old friend submitted to her; all she could think about now was the bliss denied her.

While they fucked Starlight shared their past experiences, trying to draw buried old memories back to the surface. She planted a series of pecks all over her, massaging her curves. Escalating their session, she crafted a double-headed, ethereal dildo made of magic energies with flared tips at each ends, driving it between their canals which splashed with small squirts.

Their lower holes clenched when the first of a series of climaxes. “St-Star~!” Trixie shrieked out her name.

“Trixie?! Do you remember?!” She pulled her close.

“N-nuh...” Trixie huffed, unable to form a coherent word. While Starlight was crestfallen for a moment, it was progress, at least! Flipping her former love over, she continued to rut her on all fours, spinning more shared tales. It wasn't unlike when she'd brainwashed that nameless town. Only now she'd be turning those skills to benevolent uses!