Chapters Cum On The Dance Floor 3: Trixie's Circus Of Flying Fucks
What started as a small-time show developed into a full-blown carnival. Trixie Lulamoon took her circus on the road, the carnies like a plague of locusts sweeping across the regions without signs of stopping, converting entire villas to their cause.
Gathered with her were a number of converts like her; stallions and mares who'd partaken of an experimental drug which had permanently warped their minds and turned them into little more than hedonistic thrill-seekers who wanted nothing more than to spread this newfound pleasure far-and-wide. Yet they had enough sense to stick to areas outside Celestia's jurisdiction.
Of course it proved difficult to carry out her old act now that she couldn't speak. Flash and pyrotechnics would have to carry her shows. But with the increased numbers and bits too increase her props that proved little concern.
Among those she'd collected for her pleasure crusade were Shining Armor, Big Mac, Pacific Glow, Vinyl Scratch, Octavia, Bon Bon, Lyra, Fleur de Lis, and Fiddlesticks. Between their skills and talents it wasn't difficult to pull in fresh recruits.
Fireworks erupted in cascades of bright colors across the skies. Many of the revelers were masked, and openly fornicated, a mass of sweaty bodies which gyrated to the music the DJ played. Grunts escaped Mac and Shiny, who jerked themselves, and unloaded onto the eager mares who crowded around the stage, showering them and filling their mouths with spunk.
More of them would push their way through the crowds, and they'd empty their balls, soaking manes, matting coats, and staining flesh with a flood of white. Slurps sounded when they licked it up, rubbing the release into themselves.
Trixie laid back and spread her thighs. She mashed a hoof to her moist, sopping cunt, moaning and masturbating to the lewd displays before her. Stallion and mare cum drenched the stage. She rubbed her bottom in the mixture, her cheeks burning. Lusty moans escaped her, eyes rolling into her head. Her marehood quaked, her legs shaking as another climax overtook her.
She squirted so far it rained across the onlookers. Spray-after-spray funneled out of her widened pussy. Glistened and opened so wide her cervix was visible, each contraction synced with her clenching asshole. Trying to ride out all the multiple orgasms possible, she lit her horn, wrapped her breasts in her aura, then yanked upon them, her tits and nipples fully distended.
Dancers continued to thrash and grinded on each other amidst her feminine shower. Mares were licking it off one-another, a bit of foreplay to excite the watching males, who quickly started to spear them with their flared erections. Lewd squishes sounded while they fucked like rabid animals. Not a hole was left unstuffed while the twinkling stars and pale moon started to peek out.
Inviting new stallions onstage, they ran a train on her and the other females, often plugging all three of their fuckholes at once, cum still oozing out of gaping orifices when another replaced the last stud. Their bodies were rocked between brutal thrusts, the maremeat reaching out forehooves to stroke those waiting, precum dripping from their tips.
Those who weren't busy being fucked wrestled in basins of cum, which spectators happily provided. And when this grew boring, Trixie plunged rockets into her foalhole, risking death for a thrill when she squeezed and shot them out, tittering merrily when they exploded in mid-air with loud whines. Her eyes turned starry, forcing more up her cunt and rectum, mashing dozens in.
Pacific Glow relished her new role as a living toilet, guzzling down almost a bucket's worth of spunk, to the point her belly distended like she'd been impregnated. Hooves were wrapped around her pigtails, her eyes glazed and face smeared while she was skullfucked, more dicks pinning her between them while they brutalized her stretched asshole and sopping pussy.
Vinyl laughed at a wad of cum that stained her turntable, licking it up while she scratched a record. Near her Octavia stood on her backhooves, twerking whorishly to cheers, the white emissions that drenched her physique dripping downwards.
Despite repeated attempts Fleur couldn't take Mac and Shining into her mouth at once, and so with a pout, she settled on switching between them every few bobs. She hardly noticed when some random males started to ravage her unprotected entrances, so intent on servicing the two studs who stood and towered over her, guiding her head rather brutishly.
Lyra and Bon Bon were in a sixty-nine position, greedily lapping the splooge from their lover's sexholes, their love for each other intact even now.
And Fiddlesicks was fiddling away, bouncing atop the spiny dragonhood of Garble, so thick it bottomed out in her womb and threatened to rip her open. His weaponized cock scraped her insides, each time he impaled her a risk that it would be the last.
Such debauchery continually ensued with no signs of slowing, day and night little more than twisted bliss...
*****
“This has gone way too far,” snapped Starlight who watched from the distance. They weren't supposed to interfere, Celestia and Luna expressly forbidding it, despite how much it pained them. They had to respect the laws of other realms, no matter how much they disagreed.
However, she'd decided to go rogue, figuring she'd pay whatever consequences came later.
But they were symptoms, not the source of the disease. Turning on her hooves in disgust, she'd noted all the clubs where the mind-shattering drugs had been used, and the poor victims had fallen prey to the unknown substance. She decided to start with the underground rave club, once a frequent haunt of Vinyl Scratch and Pacific Glow before they'd moved on.
Rather than bother with the bouncers, she teleported straight inside, immediately assaulted by the pounding music and flashing strobe lights. Perspiration-soaked ponies were busy whirling under a disco ball, the floor tiles shifting a myriad of colors.
A forehoof brushed her shapely flanks. “Hey cutie, how'd you like to-” She glared with unbridled fury, almost snapping his foreleg when she tossed him off. He tucked his tail behind his legs, rushing away.
Normally she would have shrugged it off, but pained by the loss of Trixie in particular, she had no patience for anypony else right now, least of all some loser hoping to get lucky. Eyes darting around, she spotted a blocked off area, and trotted up the stairs over the signs.
A few bouncers on the second floor moved to stop her. Despite how burly they were, she easily wrapped them up in her aura, and casually tossed them aside. Their sunglasses rolled away in the dark hallway, stunned.
She marched right up to the boss's room and kicked it open. “Show yourself,” she demanded with her teeth clenched and a vein practically popping.
At the desk was a chair turned from her. The shades were drawn, closing them in gloom. Slowly the owner turned. “Calm down,” said Spike with a toothy smirk. He was tall and well-chiseled, having received quite a growth spurt, making the handsome drake nigh-unrecognizable. “Hey there, Starlight Glimmer.” He waved away his guards. “What'cha need?”
Cum On The Dance Floor 3: Trixie's Circus Of Flying Fucks
Everywhere Spike looked it was absolute chaos; debauchery unlike any he'd ever seen. Were all his clubs similar to this? He'd wanted a place where ponies could express themselves without judgment, really cut loose, and he'd been profiting off it all this time, ignorant to how much things spiraled out-of-control. His eyes dilated in the shadows he kept to, and then pops sounded when fireworks went off, nearly blinding him and making his fin-like ears twitch while he crept behind the carnival.
He looked between the revelers for key members. But who should he attempt to save first? His first thought was either Shining Armor or Fleur de Lis, both skilled in their trades and capable of simple magic, which should help him clean up this mess faster. However the former was busy humping away at a mare onstage, while the latter danced in a giant champagne glass of cum.
Maybe Bon Bon? No, the former secret agent was involved in another round of sixty-nine fun time with Lyra. Finally his slit-like eyes settled on Vinyl Scratch who was scratching a record, bobbing her head while Octavia twerked her ponut near her.
Crouching slow he slipped through the grass on all fours. At times like these he missed being small and ignored most of the time. Slowly he extended his tail once he closed in, preparing to coil it around the DJ and snatch her up.
He grit his teeth to silence a moan, a jolt of pleasure rushing through the sheathe that housed his twin dicks. Looking down he saw Pacific Glow and Fiddlesticks had sneaked below him, using their hooves and tongues to tease out his tools. A pair of slimy pink dragonhoods with fleshy nubs filled with blood, the tips dripping with precum. “H-hey now,” he mumbled.
However a menagerie of mares beset him, gobbling his cock and balls like a veritable feast. Lewd slurps and smacks sounded while they nibbled, tugged, licked, and circled his now fully erect twins, drinking down his salty pre. Gently he pried them away, but more quickly took their place, his eyes rolling into his head and a dopey grin crossing his maw from over-stimulation.
“Wh-whoa!” In truth he hadn't gotten laid in quite sometime, too busy with work and hoarding over his riches. All that pent up sexual energy burst at once, and black smoke pooled from his nostrils, his snout raised high and shooting fire while he hosed down the sex-crazed sluts. A tidal wave of spunk broke in a torrent, washing them away with happy squeals.
But he barely had a moment's rest when Garble suddenly stalked into view. He'd gotten much bigger too, stronger, and with a brutish, crazed expression on his face. “Uh, can't we talk this out? Guess not!” They stalked around each other in a predatory manner, sizing the other up, bestial instincts kicking in as they surrendered to their draconic blood.
Lose and no doubt the drake would subdue him and make him take the drug. No, he had to win! He tried to ignore the crowds that formed a circle around them into a makeshift arena, many of them still shamelessly masturbating while they watched.
His fin-ears twitched at all the faps and schlicks around him, and he realized they were intentionally distracting him, trying to make him lower his guard. Suddenly Garble bared his razor-fangs and pounced. He spun and lashed back with his tail, swatting him down with a thud that shook the area and caused several of the spectators to topple over.
He wasted no time, bloating his belly when he inhaled, an inferno burning inside which he loosed at his foe. Sure, he doubted it could directly harm him, but like he guessed the force of the strike knocked him off-kilter when he tried to recover, allowing Spike to rush in. Quakes shuddered around his stamps, his wings spreading when he rose shortly and tackled him.
Over-and-over they rolled, tooth-and-claw, trying to gain purchase. Sure, Garble was often a jerk even these days after he'd mellowed out some, but he didn't want to hurt him! He was just a victim, too! They wrestled and batted at each other, his muscles straining over the hour as he started to eventually tire, using his weight to finally pin the crazed drake.
Spike huffed a this slobbering, exhausted opponent. “H-had enough?!”
“Everypony, stop!” Starlight Glimmer's voice rang out over a megaphone, catching their attention. She'd taken the stage with Trixie now in two, still bound in chains. “Hey Trixie, isn't there something that you'd like to say to them...?”
Holding the device up before Trixie's snout, the magician hesitated a moment, struggling to speak. “E-everypony, line up.” She spread her thighs, using her aura to open herself wide, and the previously reluctant carnies started to funnel before her. They trusted her implicitly, had even come to see her as a mother figure of sorts. “Open wide!”
The first one in line was Fleur de Lis, swatting aside others with a hip-check. Opened her maw wide like instructed, Trixie furiously stroked her swollen clit, until she moan and squirted directly into her mouth. Starlight sat beside her, gathering her own crowd, and did the same, emptying herself into all the sex-crazed ponies that rushed up for a taste.
Of course it was all part of Glimmer's plan. First she'd used a spell similar to Zecora's memory potion, using her own memories as a base, then applied it to Trixie. Maybe she'd never be quite the same, but at least she'd returned her to a similar state of how she'd perceived the magician. Granted, her mind was still muddled and her voice raspy, finding it difficult to form a sentence.
She copied the magic onto herself, hopeful that between them they might be able to return them to a state of normalcy. Unfortunately, they didn't know some of these ponies well, or at all, but hey, maybe they could redo it later? Better than leaving them as almost mindless husks, at least! “Hey Spike,” called Starlight who patted the stage. “Come help!”
“Uh, okay.” He slipped up beside her and whispered, “I don't have to fuck any guys, right?”
Glimmer rolled her eyes. “No Spike, just the mares. We'll handle Garble.” She lit her horn, applying her magic to him too. Pretty soon he was happily having his cocks sucked, mares practically fighting over a chance to swallow his salty load. Slurps sounded, his claws resting atop their heads, guiding them down to take his lengths into their throats.
For hours this continued, Starlight lifting over all the water she could find to keep them hydrated. Octavia and Vinyl whined at the drake to mount them, and with a shrug, he stacked the pair atop each other and railed them both. Their supple bodies shuddered with each thrust, their foalholes clenching around his cocks, milking him for all they were worth.
Similarly, Garble fucked Starlight and Trixie, still driven by instincts to compete with him. Luckily their chosen prey seemed to appreciate the rough treatment, if their whinnies were any indication! He bit on the napes of their necks, smacking their wobbly buttocks, leaving red claw prints upon them. Like Spike's chosen prey the pair were soaking his groin in lubrication.
Eventually Garble passed out with a thud on his side, and likewise Scratch and Tavi went limp. Between them they'd fucked dozens of ponies, leaving themselves exhausted, the sleeping carnies passed out all around them, still drenched in juices that formed puddles around the peacefully slumbering numbers. By now the dawn was breaking over the trashed carnival.
“T-Trixie wishes to thank you both,” she wheezed while her twat oozed spunk, nearly fucked senseless again.
“Don't mention it,” said Starlight who cuddled up to her, also dripping with dragon sperm. “I hated to do all that to you, but I didn't have much choice!” She laughed. “See? Celestia and Luna were useless, as usual. Glad I ignored them.”
Trixie snickered. “Yeah, we all owe you. Trixie'll make it up to you later,” she promised with half-lidded eyes.
“I'll hold you to that! As for you Spike, you screwed up a bit, but you made up for it, so...want to join us?” Starlight rolled onto her back, backlegs spread while she presented herself to him with bats of her eyelashes.
He cast them a dopey grin that showed off his golden tooth. “Heck yeah!” His tail swished about in anticipation. He'd clean up his clubs later, make certain the drugs weren't passed on any further.
They'd likely have to repeat this process for sometime, but between them it shouldn't be so hard, especially if they could recruit some of those they rescued to their crusade.
Author's Note
I never intended Cum on the Dance Floor to have a sequel, let-alone a follow-up to that, so forgive how scant this tale is, as I wrote it to fulfill a request. Didn't really have much more to say in this continuity, since I can only write about ponies getting their brains broken in so many ways!
Spike was added as wished by the person requesting a sequel, as they wished him to be the mastermind behind this, but I didn't want to make him a heel without good justification so this is the compromise!
Should I add another chapter eventually showing a threesome between Spike/Starlight/Trixie or just leave the story here? Tell me below or otherwise I'll just wrap this up and move onto other projects. Thanks for reading!
Cum On The Dance Floor 3: Trixie's Circus Of Flying Fucks
Even after clearing it out between the three of them, Trixie's wagon proved rather cramped. For now her stuff was strewn outside in a clearing. Another carnival was underway, only this time those who'd chosen to stick around with her were running in safely. Thanks to all the creatures they'd recovered from their broken state and recruited, within weeks they'd nearly managed to turn it all back around; and with the efforts of agents Bon Bon and Fleur de Lis most of the drug supply collected and destroyed. Spike also cleaned up his various clubs, promising to keep a better eye on them from now on.
“Whew! That's about the last of the junk...I mean stuff!” Starlight beamed sheepishly.
“Yeah, yeah, Trixie knows you're not too fond of it.” She threw herself back onto a hammock, bouncing. The magician almost felt like her old self again; but she was still just cobbled together from how others remembered and perceived her. However she had little time for an existential crisis, figuring that even if she was a little off, she'd make the most of her situation!
“Nice pad,” said Spike who poked his snout inside. “Shame I'm a little too big.”
Starlight chewed on her lower lip. “Maybe there's a spell I could use to expand it?”
“Oh no. Trixie isn't about to let anypony wreck her precious caravan!” She rose and pressed her back to a wall defensively, her forelegs spread. “Sorry, she hoped to make this work out, but we'll have to take this outside!”
“Fine by me. It's too stuffy,” noted Glimmer.
“Yeah,” said Spike. “I'd prefer to stretch my legs!” He demonstrated by cracking his limbs with a wide yawn.
“Enough whining, you two!” Trixie slid past them and headed outside to gaze at the stars. Fireworks were popping in the distance, another celebration underway to mark the occasion. She theatrically tossed her hat and cape back into her home.
They chose to enjoy their victory in their own way. Spike looked between the two mares, trying not to leer, his gold tooth flashing under the moonlight. Starlight simply smiled back, while Trixie posed with naked pride. His eyes slowly drank the mares in; both were quite shapely, Glim-Glam moreso, not that he minded either way; he'd come to appreciate all sorts of shapes and sizes, as now that he was powerful and filthy rich creatures practically threw themselves at him.
Without waiting for an invitation, Trixie marched forward with an exaggerated wiggle of her foal-bearing hips. Her tail swished back-and-forth, her gaze pinned to his twin dragonhoods which had started to unsheathe. Their tips were already dripping, no doubt smelling the musk she and Glimmer were emitting from their nethers which he breathed in with a nostril flare.
His wings parted and a low growl escaped his maw when Lulamoon slid underneath him, using her forehooves to stroke his lower cock while she lapped at the upper one. She stared up at him with half-lidded eyes when he rose on his backlegs, enjoying the way he squirmed and hissed under her ministrations. Her tongue darted and dabbed at his salty, oozing globs of pre.
Unable to stand by and be shown up any longer, Starlight galloped over to help. She joined her sometimes lover in stroking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking on him, tracing the ridges down his pink moist shafts. Gently he placed his claws atop their heads, and when they didn't stop him he slowly guided them down, until they were taking him well into their warm throats.
A wet pop sounded when Trixie withdrew, rubbing his cock on the side of her cheek and smearing his emissions. “Don't lose it yet, stud. This is merely the foreplay, and the Great and Powerful Trixie won't be satisfied until you've fully bred her!”
“Me either,” admitted Glimmer whose mind was addled with lust from his masculine smell.
By now their marehoods were winking, aching to be filled, leaving a pool of lubricant that stained the grass like dew. They yelped in surprise when he wrapped his claws about their waists, lifting them up before they could position themselves to be mounted, instead pressing them close to his muscular chest while he slid them down onto his lap with a toothy grin.
Their hot slick holes parted until they conformed to his girth. The little bumps hit them in all the right places and always kept his lovers coming back for seconds. They squealed in delight, almost losing themselves on the spot, messy and wet squelches sounding each time he slammed them onto his groin. He stared into their blissful expressions, eyes hazy and dulled by euphoria.
Now that he was in control, he made them whinny and whimper, no longer a spectator while they ruthlessly edged him. It was a reminder that, while he'd been raised as a gentledrake, they were ultimately prey and he a born predator. And now he needed to put them in their place, remind them that they were his to take when he wanted should he want it!
Not that he'd ever use force. No, his friends had taught him a better way, making females addicted to him. The way he touched, kissed, and held them, the mind-blowing multiple climaxes when he rutted them, until no mere stallion satisfied.
He'd break them in, and afterward they'd surely return of their own volition, when the cravings became too much to bear!
Their frames quivered every time they took his cocks. Their teats bounced, his claws digging into their fleshy buttocks. Their canals squeezed around him, trying to milk out his release, but he'd taken plenty of creatures in his time and now that there weren't any drugs involved to cheat he could restrain himself over quite a long period of time if he so wished!
So the unicorns turned to each other, their snouts and tongues locking while they noisily made out.
A particularly loud and huge explosion of fireworks erupted at the same time his lovers did, drenching him and each other; he finally loosed himself at the same time, a chorus of their moans resounding.
He filled their wombs to capacity, their bellies bloating and their eyes glazed in a sleepy manner. Collapsing onto his back while still inside them, the trio cuddled under the moon and stars.
Author's Note
Sorry if this is rather short and abrupt, but it's mostly a bonus chapter.
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!
