Knock knock knock.
Trixie stared.
Knock knock knock.
Trixie continued to stare.
Knock knock knock.
Trixie continued staring in silence.
Finally after a few moments, she heard hoofclops clop away from outside her office doors. The star-blue unicorn breathed a sigh of relief. She was sitting slouched over her desk, her chin resting on the top of it as she stared and willed away the unseen visitor with her silence. Counseling students was harder than she, Trixie the Great and Powerful, had thought. Every day it was this or that, and just this last meeting was an emotional drain. The poor pathetic earth pony, and she was already reminding herself about the chastising she had had from Glimmer about using demeaning words. Anyway, he was so serious about some simple conundrum she had already forgotten about, and it was such a chore to make a show of concern over it with him.
Whatever. The thing Trixie's mind kept coming back to during the whole ordeal was getting out of there and to the hayburger stand she had started frequenting. She was sure the chef there was eagerly awaiting her next visit. How could he not be? There was no doubt about it in fact! And she wasn't going to deny it, but it wasn't just the burgers and shakes that kept her coming back. Trixie knew that she was too great and powerful for any stallion to resist her.
Trixie made her decision and got up from her desk, her nose held high. She wasn't two paces towards the door when the knocking began again, freezing her in place! She twisted her face up in a look of severe exasperation, and she looked up towards the heavens, mouthing "Celestia why?" Her decision was still made, but it would be too bothersome to deal with some pestering child. Trixie again made a note to herself to avoid such language in person, even though, who was to say how she may react in the heat of the moment?
Trixie's gaze fell over the cracked window behind her desk and she smirked in self-satisfaction. Of course! Then nopony would need to bother her walking down the halls while she ignored them! She waited until the knocking stopped, holding her breath in agonizing suspense, and when she thought that the hammering had halted for good, she moved with haste to the window, sparking up her horn with magic as she went.
"You, Window: open sesame," Trixie commanded as she lifted the window in her telekinesis, still checking her volume despite the deep-seated need to use her stage voice. She nodded in satisfaction at the window, then hoisted herself over the sill with the grace of a cat, catching herself deftly on the ground below. This was how she had imagined it would go in her head, but the truth was that it was in no way cat-like nor graceful. Trixie rubbed her cheek and poked gingerly at her stubbed horn. Nopony had seen her she was sure, so nopony had to know. She got up and patted out the dirt from her coat. Twigs poked at her and snapped as she squeezed between the branches of the hedge which ran along the bottom floor of the school, then she was finally out in the open.
The school grounds had hedgeways all around, making neat, natural sections of the area. She had to pass by the pool and recreation area before reaching the road. As she went, her mouth had seemed to start watering on its own as she reached nearer and nearer her goal. Hayburger, hayburger, hayburger. Maybe a milkshake for dessert. She had earned it. She needed it! Peanutbutter and chocolate crumble. The unicorn grinned like a filly at the ice cream stand just thinking about it. When Starlight Glimmer learned about this lunch habit that Trixie had developed, the other unicorn had smirked at her teasingly, telling her the extra sugar would go right to her flanks. The nerve of that mare! But why should that bother the Great and Powerful Trixie? Even if she did put on a little bit of a layer, it would never diminish her unmatched spectacularity!
As she was lost in her haze of self-assurance, the pony sensed the air around her change. Among the buzzing aroma of grass, plants, flowers, and the general smell of the town beyond, another scent caught her nose. She made a face like she was bearing witness to an awful performance of common parlor tricks given by a sad old stallion performing for a child's birthday party. So base and uncultured. The scent was the same too. It reeked of honesty. To be more specific, she thought as she followed it, it smelled of musk. A pony-like musk. She was only able to pinpoint the scent because of her days in college.
Trixie shivered. Those were some wild days! An evil smile played across her features. They weren't unwelcome memories. For a scent to be about like this, somepony was throwing their musk about. In a place like this, that was very reckless, and Trixie put two and two together as she realized where she had stopped. There was a hedgerow along the fence which penned in the school swimming pool, and yes there were swimmers out today in this heat. The pool was artificially created as a diversion of one of the natural waterways that surrounded the school, which ultimately created the aesthetically pleasing pools under the entrance bridge for the building. Trixie's grin deepened as her heart's tempo increased, realizing just what was happening somewhere very, very, close.
There was a snap of a twig and Trixie whirled her horn around towards the sound! In a flash, just as somepony was trying to get away, Trixie caught them in her binding magic! Her heart pounded as her mind caught up to her instincts. The repeated use of magic in dextrous bursts had trained her reflexes. She had caught them only 10 meters away as they were trying to flee, trying to avoid discovery. At a glance, none of the swimmers were paying attention, being too loud and active to have noticed.
Trixie laughed a low, evil laugh as she slowly walked up to her captive. He appeared to indeed be a pony, a pegasus, with a chocolate-colored coat and a short cut of a charcoal mane. He seemed not like an old man, but the signs of youth were gone from his features. Definitely not a student. Definitely out of place. The stallion, frozen in his unicorn captor's magical field, stared back in fear.
"Well, well, well," Trixie spoke in her near-forgotten sinister tone. She felt a certain predatory nature take her train of thought once more, "what do we have here? A peeping tom? And at school-fillies and young creatures? Hmmmm…" Trixie turned his body over in her magical hold. She rolled her eyes as she rolled him over to expose his still-hard penis flopping about from his nethers. Then she gave a hard look at the pool-goers, still oblivious as they played and frolicked. She laughed an evil laugh again, and asked, "my my! I wonder how old they are, those fillies you were so obviously enjoying? Tell me, what do you think?"
The male balked and his worry showed plainly on his face. Trixie could almost see the sweat that was pouring down his brow. No no, not almost. There actually was a big bead of sweat trickling down his head. When he didn't speak, Trixie moved a pinch of magic up his ear and twisted. "Tell me how old," she commanded.
The male, Trixie decided she would call him Cow-pie, gasped in shock and shook. He uttered, "uh… suh- seventeeHEEK!"
Trixie did not like that answer. He couldn't even get out the full word as she twisted Cow-pie's ballsack a full 360 degrees before releasing it. She glanced over and saw a few young ones glance over like they might have heard something, but went on playing and swimming. The huge hedges concealed them both from sight, but she didn't want him squealing like that again.
"You don't want anyone to hear us do you? Now be honest," she said in a sickly-sweet tone.
"T-t-twel -ve?" Cow-pie croaked.
"Hmm, a little on the high end, but I guess I'll give it to you. Now," Trixie got up in the stallion's face, forcing him to look at her, "Since I know your face I can track you wherever those little wings can take you, so you better do as I say."
Trixie saw him nod, unwise to her bluff. Cow-pie's face had features like a roll of dough being smooshed under a hoof, quite fitting for the name she'd given him. He had dull eyes, and a lower lip oddly puffed like a bee had recently stung him. His underside was a fade from the dark brown chocolate color to a milky white, mottled with chocolate splotches, and his stallionhood was nothing to snort at. It was not of a pornographic size, but respectable. The shaft's color matched his underside, complete with smaller scaled chocolate spots.
The effects in his appearance made Trixie consider changing the name to Spot. It was a name less demeaning than Cow-pie, but it was a better fit for the role in which she was imagining him. No, she reconsidered again, although she likened him to the cow-pies of pony kind and she could easily see him as her pet, she was quickly imagining this Doughnut to be more like a play-thing. She was actually thinking of cookie dough more and more, which also reminded her of her milkshake awaiting in the near future.
She had been examining him up close, turning him bodily over and over in her arcane field like she was a filly appraising the surfaces of a new toy. The grimace that had adorned his face had diminished slightly in time.
"So, Doughnut, how young have you fantasized your little girls? Eleven? Ten? Younger?" The more she spoke, Trixie saw the desperation mount in the male's face. At the same time, his penis was getting harder and harder, as if there was a causal link between the three.
"Oh! Not low enough I see. I wonder if that thing would burst when I got low enough." Trixie wrapped her aura around Doughy's shaft and solidified it into a hard squeeze. Doughy gasped and he bit his lower lip. The equine penis was really full to bursting, like he could bust a nut at any second! For his part, Doughnut stifled his noises as he was manipulated, helpless in her magic. As Trixie teased her plaything, she remembered her days in college when the kinky stuff started to happen. She went through a clutch of colts before one of them was able to keep up with her. With him she was able to masterfully predict the precise moment to let go so that he didn't ejaculate. This stallion was no different! Trixie's magic worked his shaft up and down and up and down, shallow strokes to start off.
"You were imagining sticking this big cock in one of those little fillies, weren't you?" Doughnut didn't need to answer her, because a swelling in his shaft was all she needed, "How disgusting! I think I'm going to make you my toy to keep you in line. Oops!" Trixie stopped her stroking suddenly as she felt the telltale signs of the start of an orgasm pulse against her magic. "Hahaha, not quite yet my filthy little colt," Trixie booped him on the snout. She had to admit that, despite everything else, he had cute eyes. "You are going to do exactly as I tell you, because you know what will happen if you don't. Isn't that right?" Trixie could see tears well up in those pretty eyes. Delicious tears of humiliation!
"d-d-d-Don't! Don't tell anyp- pony!"
"Awwww~ Don't you worry your cute little head about it. As long as you do exactly like i say, of course," Trixie chuckled to herself again. Now that she was sure he wasn't going to run off, she let her magic field dissipate, freeing him. She admitted, the sustained use was getting to her, and she probably only had a few minutes left. In any case, he wasn't going to be going anywhere without her say so. The stallion shivered and he shook his head as he felt the unicorn release him. The unicorn placed the flat of her hoof on his cheek as he settled down, feeling the dampness of his tears. She noticed that he was actually shaking. How pathetic! She was going to have lots of fun with him!
"Now here's what you're going to do, Doughnut~" she said in a sickly-sweet tone, "Go back home and take care of… whatever that was, because I'm allowing this last bit of freedom before you give it to me. The Great and Powerful Trixie is also the Great and Merciful!" Trixie glanced over to the pool as she had felt her stage voice start to rise. Only the most perceptive young ponies were glancing their direction, if only passingly. She lowered her volume to just above a whisper, "Until I say so, you are mine!" She emphasized the last word, "You will come to my carriage on the other side of school after sundown. You know that I know your face. Got it, buster?" Trixie hardly waited for his nod, and then waved him goodbye with a caress to his chin, "Don't be laaaaate~"
Trixie left him there to stew over his life-choices. She waited until a couple of wandering students passed by before extracting herself from the thick hedge, sweeping a few leaves from her mane and wiping her hooves off on the grass. When she was finally by herself, the mare let out a shaky breath. She realized that she was anxious! Not afraid or nervous, but this feeling was visceral, invigorating! She was excited! It had, after all, been quite some time since she was able to feel this. It was that perfect combination of sexuality and power, of domination and pleasure. Her nethers were like the waterfalls that formed the curtains around the school! Presently, though, her stomach growled at her. It was passed time for that hayburger and milkshake.
When the work at the school was finally done for the day, Trixie shut her office doors and trotted out of the school. There was only an hour before sundown. She was curious if Doughnut would be on time or not. She hoped he would be so that she could punish him over it.
When she galloped into her small carriage home, she dug around in her shelves to a crate, and then to a small chest inside. It was one she hadn't bothered with in quite some time. Just running her hoof across the fine finish of the heirloom chest sent a shiver down her spine. The corner of her lips curled up in a smirk. If that pitiful pegasus didn't show, she was going to be extremely put out.
She took the time to don her gear. It consisted of a lot of black spandex and black latex. There was the stockings. There was the garter. There was the harness. There was the choker. She even had a black saddle! She kept this gear safely hidden away in a locking drawer on a high shelf. The chest, however, contained her special toys: a vibrating dildo mountable to her harness, a set of sounding rods, a variety of clamps and securings, a blinding mask, buttplug, and a switch. Finally she fished around in the drawer for the toy she always kept close for those nights when her hoof wouldn't do: a simple bullet vibrator.
She had a wide selection of straps and silks necessary for her escape tricks., but these would serve a much different purpose tonight. They would serve again for as long as possible. At the end of her carriage she used her magic to set them in place to lie in wait, and on the other end of her humble abode she laid herself down on her bed. She was all made up now, appearing the very embodiment of domination. She faced away from the door, carefully placing her rump in view of the entryway. She glanced outside and saw the purple of twilight fill the sky, and she knew that it would be any minute.
Any minute now.
In the dusk before night, Trixie sparked her magic on the wick inside an oil lantern hanging on the ceiling. As she continued to wait, she decided to read a book that Twilight Sparkle had given Starlight Glimmer, then in turn was passed down to her. It was absolutely boring! Half of the time she realized her eyes were moving on their own while her mind was somewhere else. This night it was like that all of the time. Instead, she was flipping pages like her imagination was flipping her living toy, in torment or in pleasure.
Flip. Flip. Flip.
Whip. Whip. Whip.
Knock, knock.
Flip. Flip.
Knock, knock.
Trixie jolted out of her own head as she realized her plaything had arrived and had been knocking at the door to her carriage.
"It's about time!" Trixie shouted. She opened the door. Her precious Doughnut hefted into the carriage, filling the doorframe, his body making a posture of drooping shame. She knew her distraction was working as she saw his eyes gaze upon her rump and flanks, strapped and harnessed in black as they were. She saw the hungry look in his eyes, but this was her one last gift before he was hers. With the trap set, her magic sprang forth. In a flash and a flourish, Trixie carried her bindings from their perches and they were tied around him. Like a fly caught in a star spider's web. She bound his wings, his hind legs together, and his forelegs together.
Trixie laughed, "You make this too easy my cute liddle Doughy. Not a single bit of struggle? How pathetic." At her words, it appeared that Doughy tried to test his bonds. Trixie slowly carried her charge over to the bed. She spoke as she moved his face along her star-blue unicorn body, making him to observe it from centimeters away, "Gaze at the body of greatness. You serve this now. You glorify it, you despair it, but no matter how you feel, you belong to me now!"
With a rise of her voice, the master set the tied up male on her bed next to her. Trixie hovered over his face and she stroked a hoof over his face and mane, making a mockery of tender romance. She smiled.
"You're late, my Doughnut."
Doughnut's lips trembled. His whole body gave a shudder. His eyes looked out of their sockets like a pony who was watching a piano fall towards their head.
"Oh don't look at me like that, my pet. Speak."
"I- I- got lost. It's hard- to find here."
After he finished, Trixie gave the stallion a quick single slash from her switch right across his sensitive haunch. The male made a surprised squealing sound unbecoming of his gender.
"Mistress Trixie, you say." Trixie slashed him again for emphasis, "After everything, you say Mistress Trixie. Yes, Mistress Trixie~"
"Yes, Mistress Trixie," he repeated, wincing in pain.
It was true she had parked her little home out of the way and off the beaten path. She made a little squatting spot out of a patch of empty land right next to the school, in a clearing between it and the forest. It was just on the other side of the stream just below one of the cascades where the water was fresh, and the added noise helped to lul her to sleep. The other benefit was the closeness to her work.
"And," Trixie smiled and sat up. She left him on the bed, her rubber gear creaking softly as she moved, "Some important things to remember: the safe word is bedazzle. You got that? And if you can't speak, you make three taps: one long, two quick. Is that crystal clear?" Mistress Trixie finished, flexing her switch in front of her.
"Uh, uh-huh. I mean yes, Mistress Trixie!"
"Good," as she spoke, Mistress Trixie pulled a string of straps from her chest. She took it as a good sign when the stallion did not immediately blurt out the safe word. The tangle of black straps appeared to be a belt with two lengths down the center, like a thong. At the central point was affixed some kind of cylindrical enclosure made of small stainless-steel bars, with the area behind and below the cylinder being spherical. She waved it in her captive's view.
"Do you know what this is, hm?"
"No, Mistress Trixie."
"Hehe, you better hope you don't have to. And can you guess what this is for, my pet?" Trixie held up for him to see a long silvery rod, shaped like a featherless quill.
"Uh… a, uh… knitting needle, Mistress Trixie?"
She smiled, amused, "Hmhm, you better hope you don't see this one either. I'm willing to bet you know what this is," Mistress Trixie held up the black dildo, flicking the switch to turn it on and back off.
The stallion's eyes went wide, "y-Yes ma'am, Mistress Trixie."
"This will be for later," Trixie set the phallus aside and held up her blinding mask, "For now, you kept a lady waiting. I think you better pay for that, don't you?"
Doughnut grimaced, as he listened, distracted by the mask.
Mistress Trixie flashed an angered look and slashed her bedsheets with the switch, "Don't you?" She shouted.
"Yes, Mistress Trixie!"
"Better."
The mare turned the stallion's body over onto his back. She placed the mask over his eyes and cinched it tightly into place. Then she went to work stringing up his legs into more suitable positions, using hooks and metal loops conveniently placed for other things around her carriage, but at present serving double-duty. The forelegs she tied up into a V shape, forty-five degrees outwards and slightly above his head. His hind legs she pulled taut, parallel with the bed and spread-eagle so that he was laid out perfectly exposed to her. The position got his shaft to poke slightly out of its sheath, like it was a kind of rat poking its head from a hole. Trixie laughed at it.
"Hahaha, there, that looks comfortable isn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress Trixie."
"How does it feel, Doughy dear?"
Mistress Trixie levitated her switch over to his nethers.
"It feels… Ah!" He gasped.
Mistress Trixie began gliding the flat of the switch over his penis and balls, and then slid it along the hardened shaft as it grew from out of its sheath. Its owner's body jolted from the surprising tickle, unable to anticipate the touch.
"H-- it feels t-ticklish!"
Swap! Doughnut howled in pain as the switch came down on his inner thigh.
"m-m-Mistress t-Trixie! Ow!" He sucked air in through gritted teeth as he caught his breath.
"Third strike and you'll regret it," Mistress Trixie hissed.
The penis grew so that it was full of shape but not stiff. Doughnut's body was reacting like it should. Trixie hovered over it, watching her prisoner squirm delightfully against his bonds. Without his vision he could only endure the feeling of Trixie's hot breaths awash against his shaft and balls. Her hair tickled his belly and flanks, adding to the torment. Her touchless breaths teased his mind, like she could start touching him at any second and feed it the waves of pleasure that it needed! Mistress Trixie knew all of these things. The shaft swelled full and began pulsing with life. It stood up from his belly, showing its hardness, reaching up as if to beg for attention.
Doughnut was seething and grunting, and Mistress Trixie smiled to herself. This was only the beginning. The fur on the back of her neck bristled with excitement.
Presently, the dominatrix sidled over to the head of the body. She hoisted herself up onto the modestly-sized bed, straddling the stallion. She faced his rear while she started to lower her own rear down, her aim impeccable.
"Let's see if that tongue is actually good for anything. Or are you only able to impress young, immature fillies? Wahahaha!"
The mare pressed her soft nethers against the stallion's pudgy face, then lifted herself up just enough to give him room to maneuver. Trixie arched her back as a long-lost sensation took her mind! The tongue made contact on her lower lips and started to lick. The male must have sensed her reaction because he began putting out more and more tongue.
"Ooooooh yes, my pet~!" The mistress purred, "mmmh, it's been too long! Too long!" Mistress Trixie reached out with her magic and within it she grasped the stallionhood. Then began a positive feedback loop of carrot and carrot, although rightly so was that her carrot was much juicier. In a couple of minutes, Mistress Trixie felt the spasms of orgasm coming from the body below, which she expertly denied. When the tongue let up in protest, Trixie prodded him in the same spot she last switched him.
"I did not order you to stop!"
Doughnut groaned and continued. Mistress Trixie would teach him to not protest, but this night was only his first.
It got to a point where the tongue was not going to get her over the hill. Trixie felt around with her magic and she retrieved the bullet vibe she so needed. As he was ordered, Doughnut did not stop as the mare turned the device to high and slammed that thing to her clit. She uttered a high grunt in pleasure as she felt the good vibes rush to her spinal column. In the rush, she began to grind herself against the pony mouth beneath her. In crashing waves, her climax came, her first in such a long time with a partner! She bit into the top of her forehoof. She squealed and squirmed in bliss as she rode it out, feeling her dampness drench her nethers and beyond, and smelling the scent of her musk filling her home completely. She huffed and puffed and puffed and huffed, slowing down ever-so-slightly, and at last she rose her hips. Below her, she heard ragged breaths mixed with coughing.
Mistress Trixie moved off of him on the bed and laid on her side, propped up by her foreleg. The other gasped for air, his chest heaving. She saw her mare fluids drenched along his face, chin, and neck. She giggled, loving the humiliating sight. She looked over to the maleness, still standing at attention, having gotten only the tiniest of tastes.
"Please! Please, Mistress T--...Mistress Trixie!"
The demoralized voice, its lungs still sucking for air, came to her ears like a needy animal during a rutting season, "Oh, are you begging? My poor sweet pet. But you are only a toy. Toys can't beg."
"p-Please, my Mistresss Trixie! I n-need!" The stallion cracked as the delicate tickle of the switch grazed along him again. The male put up a bit of a struggle then. Only now did he realize the pure agonizing helplessness of being bound. He bucked and pulled at his bonds, testing their hold. The Mistress grinned as she let him. She continued the tickle game despite his efforts. Perhaps he got tired or perhaps he noticed the absence of responding action. The stallion settled down at last, and rested back with a pitiful sigh.
In the time it took and as Mistress Trixie let up with the teasing switch, the hardness had receded from Doughnut's phallus.
"That was certainly refreshing! Good job I guess. Even if it did take some help. Now you say thank you, since I praised you."
"Thank you, Mistress Trixie," Doughnut uttered.
"And that's for if I give you anything, understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Trixie!"
"That was for making me wait, toy. This next one will be for that dirty mind of yours," Mistress Trixie practically sang. Doughnut swallowed. Trixie went on, "Oh I love it! You make it so much easier to do this to you, don't you?" There was a rustling as she fished around her toybox, "We are going to have so much fun together, you and I!"
"Yes, Mistress Trixie."
"I wonder if you had to come up with an alibi for your trip out here. Maybe you said you were going on a date? Maybe you said you were going out for drinks or to watch a game? Maybe you said your work needed you for something after?" Mistress Trixie faced her captive audience, brandishing something floppy and long, like the size of a small straw, but with rounded and closed ends.
"Don't tell me a thing though, I honestly couldn't care less about your sad, filly-peeping life," Mistress Trixie dipped the object in a clear, slippery fluid she kept in a jar beside her bed, "and this doesn't even begin to pay for all the young, tiny, innocent little fillies you've fucked in your head."
She giggled evil-like as she saw his penis flare up as she put the image in his mind, "Yes, your body doesn't lie, does it? You want to stick it in a little girl pony don't you? Somepony young and easy. Somepony impressionable and easily manipulated, unwise to the world and its dangers." As she spoke, she drew the worm-like toy along the quickly growing shaft. Doughnut grunted, not saying a word in protest, his penis jumped at every touch as the male clenched, "Have you nothing to say to that?"
"n-No it's n-not like that m-Mistress Trixie!"
"Do you know what I like to do with liars, Doughy dear?" She stiffened the worm in her magic.
"No, Mistress Trixie I-" his words were cut short as he drew in a full breath and screamed!
As he spoke, the mistress suddenly jammed a sample of her worm into the opening of the tip of the hard penis. After the scream, Doughy was reduced to wretched grunts as his body was wracked by a new and horrible stinging pain.
"Oh calm down, dear, it's only the tip," Mistress Trixie sang, "but if you keep telling lies I'll have to force this thing in more. Now speak! What age is your favorite for fillies?"
"Eleven," the slight pause before his answer gave Mistress Trixie the true answer.
Without a word, the mare pushed another bit of the rod inside. The tortured stallion, reduced to a slobbering whimpering mess, panted as the pain deepened.
"ei-Eight! Eight and n-no lower, m-Mistress Trixie!"
A fire flared up in Trixie's eyes, "'Eight and no lower'! You think that's some kind of commendation?" Trixie shouted with rage, hovering her face over his, almost snout-to-snout. Trixie took a breath as she checked herself. This whole thing had started to get to her, like she was afraid it might. She was the Great and Powerful Trixie. She was in charge of her own mind.
Thwap! Scream!
Trixie thrashed the underside of the penis, just at the glans, then retracted the worm fully, "That was for forgetting last time, toy!"
Then a few things happened all at once. There was a flash and a slam as Trixie's door flew open. Trixie started to holler in alarm, and her holler morphed into a scream as she recognized her peer, Starlight Glimmer, had burst into her room.
Starlight took one scan of the room and recoiled, joining with Trixie in own scream.
The pair fell silent as they stared at one another. Starlight stood stupefied, and she glanced more than once at the compromised stallion with his exposed bits.
Doughnut, still masked, timidly called out, "h-Hello?"
Mistress Trixie hastily stuffed a gag into the offending mouth. Then she coughed, and gathered some semblance of composure. She leaned casually on one hoof and patted the side of her bed, "a-Ahem. Hey Starlight. I caught myself a filly peeper, wanna get in on this?"
Starlight was frozen, and Trixie could see with glee that gears and alarms were spinning and buzzing in her head. Perhaps all she needed was a bit more. Trixie magic'd her worm toy to her mouth and suckled it like it was a sweet candy, "let me tell you, I just heard him saying how much he would love his cock inside an eight-year-old," she spoke conspiratorially. Trixie smirked, letting the obscene string of words hit her friend's ears like a freight train, making Starlight's face shrivel up with disgust.
With her enlightened eyes, Starlight Glimmer made another pass along the body of this helpless, defenseless pegasus tied up to her friend's bed, suspicion about her face. Then, finally she spoke, "What the fuck," the purple unicorn turned to face Trixie, whom had moved to her side, "and you, what, tortured him into saying that? I heard the scream, Trixie, it wasn't from you!"
"Oh! You injure me, friend, with your words. Where is your sense of justice? The way I see it, this one is just begging to be tortured for his sins! And why are you back here anyway? We didn't have any plans for tonight."
"Trixie I was here about work! And that isn't even important right now! What. The. Fuck?"
"My my my! My dear Starlight Glimmer, I know you didn't always have such reluctance for dishing out punishment to those who deserve it. Why don't you stay and prod for a while? It'll be fun!"
Starlight paused. She furrowed her brow in thought. Trixie watched her think, sweat starting to bead on her own brow. It was too much after all! There was too much Twilight Sparkle in her now! Too much goody-two-shoes. Too much 'Princess-Celestia-goodness. Trixie watched her friend in dismay as the unicorn faced the door again. She poked her head out of it and scanned the area. Then she shut the door in front of her. Trixie smirked as her friend's inscrutable poker face dissolved into a grin of deviant excitement.
"Alright Trixie, we'll play," she said.
Doughnut whimpered.
Trixie faced her friend and gave her a pat on her withers in approval, "I knew you'd see it my way. So, introductions are in order! I have named him Doughnut! Is it not the best name for him?"
Starlight followed Trixie's gesture towards the strung-up pony on the magician's bed. Mistress Trixie had to admit that the sight was quite beautiful and erotic. She wished she had owned a good camera for this occasion. She watched her friend study the male, who's funbits now were much softer and smaller than how they were when Starlight had first busted in on the scene. Starlight, still in her mental adjustments, perused the posh chest which contained the black adult toys.
"Haha! Wow Trixie, you've got quite a collection here! Are there any of them you haven't ever used?"
"Oh yes!" Mistress Trixie said prideful, "The ring. And the larger rods of course. You would giggle too at the size some stallion's eyes get when they see it!"
Trixie was distracted by the head which followed them as the two moved further into the carriage to inspect the chest. She continued, "Actually, those screams were from my toy here enjoying my smallest one! Isn't that right, Doughnuty?"
Doughnut spat and coughed as Mistress Trixie pulled the makeshift gag, a used cleaning rag, out of his maw, then answered, "Yesm- Mistress Trixie."
"Say hello to your new mistress, Doughnut, Mistress Starlight."
"h-Hello, Mistress Starlight."
"Nice to meet you, Doughnut. Hehehe," Starlight faced the captive stallion, looking where his eyes should be if not for the blinders. She paused as she thought of something to say, "I hope you've been a good guest for my friend. Tell me, do you know what 'CBT' is?"
"No, Mistress Starlight," Doughnut said with unhidden trepidation.
"Oh psh, I have given him a taste already," Mistress Trixie chuckled.
"I noticed," Starlight rolled her eyes.
"I've already had some fun with him tonight, dear Starlight. I think I'll relax and let you have a turn with him," Mistress Trixie climbed her way onto her hammock. She was about to settle in when she added, "But don't let him cum. Only I give him permission to do that, alright?"
"He's your toy after all. I'll try to make sure I don't spoil him," Starlight glimmer assumed again her expression of deviancy. In her telekenisis, she picked out a couple of sounding rods from their cloth wrappings and walked to the foot of the bed, "CBT stands for Cock and Ball Torture. But don't worry, I'm not going to put anything up your cock like Trixie here."
Doughnut gulped, "Thank you Mistress Starlight," then as his new tormentor picked up his genitals in her magic, he whimpered and started to get hard again. He gasped through gritted teeth as she started to caress his cock and balls with the cold metallic rods.
"So you haven't let him cum at all tonight?" Starlight looked back over to Trixie.
"I let him go home to do whatever before meeting up tonight, but no, he hasn't shot out any of that disgusting stuff while he's been here." Trixie watched her friend snake her magical essence around the room until she'd found a length of silken string.
"'Disgusting stuff', huh? I take it stallions don't climax much around you very often, do they?"
"The stallions I let cum I make sure are pointed far away from me! Then I make them clean it up themselves, hehe!" Trixie laughed maniacally, "Hahaha! One time I even got one to lick up his own cum from the ground outside my carriage!"
Starlight humored her friend with her own laugh, "That sounds...pretty funny!" As she spoke, Starlight worked on placing the rods laterally on either side of the flesh which held Doughnut's scrotum. With the string tied firmly between the rods, the scrotum skin was pulled tight over the two testes, bunching them together and against the rods. With another length of string, she tied a loose circle around the base of Doughnut's shaft, ensuring the difficulty in it going soft and also keeping it extra hard and bulgy. When all was done, the bows and knots made from the colorful material made for a lovely display.
"Nice, Starlight! But you know I have a cock ring in there."
"I know, I know, but I wanted to make my own knot. How does that feel, Doughnut?" Starlight gave the shaft a few teasing flicks with her hoof.
"Ah! It feels! t-Tight, Mistress Starlight!" Doughnut's cock was bulging and swollen under the hold of the string around its base. It pulsed with each beat of the male's heart. The stallion's chest rose and fell as he lay on his back, helpless in changing position, and still flinching with every unannounced touch.
Trixie watched in horror as Starlight began sucking on that engorged cock. She groaned, and said, "Ew, ew! Starlight! Be careful with that thing!" She noticed that Starlight had a hoof under her body, jerking around, "How can you enjoy that? So disgusting!"
Starlight had begun bobbing her head up and down, moving faster and faster as a powerful feeling enveloped her. Doughnut had begun to melt as all his mind focused on the waves of pleasure crashing against it. He started moaning and groaning and thrusting.
Trixie, angered by this development, shouted, "If he cums, then everyone will have to get out, after you clean it up, Starlight!" Trixie had no idea how much experience Starlight was with these kinds of things. In truth, Trixie was starting to feel threatened that a unicorn so powerful with magic such as Starlight Glimmer was taking control. She had to remind herself that Starlight was her friend, and that she'd respect her things. She could imagine, though, Starlight easily being able to steal her Doughnut away from her, taking him away with her to claim as her own playtoy or whatever. Maybe holding him as some kind of ransom to her. Trixie reminded herself that that was not her Starlight.
In response to Trixie's outburst, Starlight waved her hoof casually as she continued taking her turn. It was less than half a minute when Doughnut, unable to control his reactions, started to snort and fidget. Trixie knew immediately what was about to happen, but before she could intervene one way or another, Starlight popped off of the flaring tip. Poor Doughnut sucked in his breath and groaned. The stallion was practically reduced to being a pitiful colt at the mercy of these two mares.
Trixie could tell that Doughnut was nearing his limit. It would only take one or two more times before he broke down and became an angry sputtering mess, being denied his climax so, so many times. Perhaps he would break if he only got the smallest of tastes of pussy! Trixie mentally gagged as she imagined having to take up that nasty thing inside her, even if it got her nethers tingling. It would be worth it, though, to see her plaything writhing beneath her, and she didn’t have to do all the work.
“Having fun, Starlight?” Trixie asked.
“Goddesses,” Starlight caught her breath, “I’m glad I decided to stay, to be honest. I needed this stress relief.”
“Then,” Mistress Trixie climbed out of her hammock, “How about we take it to the next level?”
Starlight Glimmer giggled. She began to lift and roll Doughnut’s jewels with her hoof. The tie-job she made caused those jewels to bulge against the skin, making it easy to see their oval shapes. With the front edge of her hoof, she traced the length of the shaft, it bulging with thick cords of blood-vessels, and she enjoyed the bodily clench she caused, “And how exactly?”
Mistress Trixie trotted to her toy chest and pulled from it her vibrating dildo, “The Great and Powerful Dildo, of course!” Trixie laughed.
Doughnut uttered a low squeal.
“For him?”
“Oh of course not. This is for us to finish on, if that sounds equitable to you, dear friend?” Mistress Trixie’s voice softened on her last words.
“Mm, yes!” Starlight agreed immediately, “In that case, don’t mind if I do,” she grinned as she started moving up onto the bed, intending to straddle Doughnut.
“No!” Shouted Mistress Trixie, making Starlight halt mid-hoist, “He is my toy and thus I get to go first! Besides, I cannot be sure you know the finer details of orgasm denial,” Mistress Trixie ignored Doughnut’s groan. She held up the bullet vibe to show to Starlight and placed it back down, “Here.”
Starlight Glimmer frowned for a heartbeat, then began to get off the bed, “Well, so much for guests first.”
Trixie just hmph’d back as the two mares passed each other. Towing her dildo behind her in her magic, Mistress Trixie hopped onto her bed and positioned herself over Doughnut. She straddled the male, his roped-up cock waving in the air as her weight shifted the mattress about, "Well, it looks like Mistress Starlight kindly made you ready for me. This is going to be delicious! What do you say my filly-fucker Doughnut?"
"Chh," Doughnut growled, "I've never fucked a filly before. Mistress Trixie.”
"Oh? So you say, my perverted little potato-of-a-stallion, but filly-fucking in your head is almost as bad," Mistress Trixie caressed the flat of her switch across Doughnut's face. His nose scrunched up as the tickling sensation moved across it and his cheek, "And who knows what evil deeds you've committed in your past? You're paying for all of that here. And do you know that some pain is really the taking away of pleasure?”
In a second, Trixie had hold of Doughnut's shaft, and she inserted its tip into her folds. She sighed as she felt the hot tip warm her, and she had to resist the urge to slam herself down to the root. It had been a long time since she'd felt a living toy pulse inside her. For his part, Doughnut had started to strain against his bonds which kept him fixed to the bed frame, as he had raised his hips as much as he could in a vain attempt at reaching her depths.
"I'm guessing you do by now, hahaha~"
Clenching, the unicorn used her muscles to massage that tip. Pretty soon, she bade her hips to begin a long journey along the shaft towards that tip's base. Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, Mistress Trixie moved lower, taking those inches of defiling shaft inside her body, moving only when she was sure her partner had gotten used to the sensations.
"Are you already about to burst, dear? What an annoyance," Mistress Trixie said as she reached the penis's medial ring, then she raised back up to again have only the tip inside.
Grunting, Doughnut cursed under his breath, "d-Dammit!"
Thwap!
"What was that?"
Doughnut winced as he was struck on the tip of his snout, "Erk! n-nothing, Mistress Trixie!"
"That's what I thought. Actually, congratulations are in order! You've gotten to experience the most pleasurable of vaginas, the Great and Powerful Trixie's!" Mistress Trixie, leaned forward into Doughnut's masked face as she howled the proclamation.
"t-Thank you, Mistress Trixie!"
"Hmph! I suppose this once-in-a-lifetime chance doesn't go unrewarded, as well as for your almost perfect obedience, I will allow a brief few seconds to burn this vision into your memory. Voilla!"
With a magical flourish, the blinding eye-mask wrapped around the pegasus stallion's face was lifted from his eyes. Mistress Trixie grinned an evil grin as he blinked his eyes open and take in the situation. First he found her face, then his gaze lowered along her body down to the point where she and he were joined. Trixie felt him swell as his eyes focused.
"Ha ha ha, my pet, I can feel your every thought!" Doughnut swung his eyes towards the hammock where he could hear the buzzing of the vibrator, but before he could see anything, Mistress Trixie replaced the cover, blinding him once more, "Na ah ah, I didn't say you could look over there. I think she deserves her privacy, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Trixie," Doughnut sighed.
"She isn't important now anyway, my dear Doughnut," Mistress Trixie sang as she edged her body back down around his spire, "Mmhh, right now you have to focus on not cumming!"
Doughnut thrust with what little slack he had. He uttered a cute little helpless grunt as pleasure flooded his mind again. He jerked his body around, trying as much as he could to move, but Mistress Trixie pressed her forehoof down on his barrel.
"Be still, my pet, I did not tell you you could move!"
Doughnut bit his lower lip and obeyed. Mistress Trixie began to move, then, lifting and lowering and lifting and lowering, slowly. She felt her inner walls slide across that spire and she issued forth a long sigh in her pleasure. The knot that was tied around Doughnut's shaft caused the bulging veins to caress her in a most delicious way. It was the first time she had felt a penis inside her in this way, and in fact her cock-ring was the newest addition to her toy chest. The cord of silk served well enough, though, and perhaps the cord was more painful than the strap.
"Tell me how your cock feels, dear Doughnut."
Doughnut swallowed, "i-It's… good. Sore. m-Mistress Trixie!"
"You wish it was inside a little filly? Do you?"
Doughnut gulped and swelled.
"Answer the question!"
"y-Ye...s, Mistress Trixie," Doughnut croaked.
"With more conviction please! Tell me how much you want this huge thing inside a tiny, innocent foal," Mistress Trixie shot her accusing words in his face, daring him to lie, and tingling delightfully as she felt his reaction.
"I...I want it! I want it so much, Mistress Trixie! Fuck me!"
By then, Mistress Trixie's rhythm had plateaued. She knew her partner meant a different kind of 'fuck me', which made it all the more enjoyable. Doughnut was straining against his bonds, pulling and tugging against them harder and for longer. The stress of the whole situation was pressing his mind to the limit, it appeared. The mistress was bouncing on him, so surely, very soon, he was going to pop!
It was only a few seconds later before it happened. Mistress Trixie's eyes shot open as she felt the penis pulse alarmingly off-beat. With practiced ease and in only two seconds, she was off her partner and her dildo was buzzing inside her. The sight was glorious to behold and sent her over the edge with the help of her tool. Doughnut grunted over and over and over again, and bucked his hips up like a wild animal. His penis flared and pulsed as if to say it was about to orgasm, but nothing issued forth. It simply drooled pre down the glistening shaft, much like the tears which streaked down Doughnut's cheeks and neck from out of the mask.
"n-No! No please! I need it! Aaaaughh!"
Trixie came!
Mistress Trixie's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she shut them. Her whole body clenched as her vagina spasmed in delight as it bit her dildo again and again. Her breaths came in short bursts.
In a few long seconds, Trixie was aware of her surroundings again, her powerful orgasm subsiding with time. She was aware of Doughnut's voice as it spat angered obscenities, and beneath it, she heard laborious gasps from Starlight's side of the room. Mistress Trixie's lips curled into a satisfied grin.
The unicorn flickered her magic to life and clumsily untied the knot which held the uncirculated blood inside Doughnut's tortured shaft. It began to droop, having lost its source of pleasure and its fortifying knot. Trixie sighed with satisfaction as she pulled her lifeless toy from her center and got up to stand back onto the floor. She ignored Doughnut completely as she moved over to the hammock to observe its occupant.
Starlight Glimmer, principal of the School of Friendship, was lying on her back and catching her breath. She looked up at the smiling Trixie who started talking as soon as their eyes met.
"Do what you want with the little creep, I'm done for tonight," she said, "just make sure you let him loose when you're done, 'kay Glimmer?"
"o-Okay."
"I'll be sleeping there."
"Oh! Right!" Starlight removed herself from the hammock as quickly as she could. Trixie could guess that the other mare was distracted by seeing a side of her that Starlight never knew about, and that she was being looked upon with fresh eyes. She was too tired to ponder it much. Today had been a long day, and now would be an acceptable time to sleep.
As she settled into her old hammock, Trixie could hear Starlight’s movements. She was too sleepy and worn out to be bothered by the inferior fabric of the hammock. She uttered a sigh as she lay back, the events of the day flashing up from her memory fleetingly as she closed her eyes. She smiled to herself as she heard the sounds of sex, mere meters from where she swayed. She heard her partner in crime talking about 'her students', asking about how he was thinking about them and how he was watching them. It all blurred together. The unicorn's consciousness faded as she easily relaxed, and before long she drifted off to sleep, lulled by the pitiful sounds of a tied up, punished pegasus.
Author's Note
I don't know why I just start writing things like this. This time I started with the lovely image of when Trixie first greets Starlight with the same dialogue. I haven't published any other writing that gets as sub/dom as this. Thanks for taking the time to read, and if there was more than that then you're welcome ;)
