The Manticore & The Magician
It was going to be an especially cold night from the looks of it.
Already the silvery blue unicorn could see her breath rising with each exhale as a pale vapor. It ascended and dissipated into the darkening air of the evening, reminding Trixie that it was time to retreat into the relative warmth of her cabin.
She placed her gathered firewood near the door before squinting up at the thick forest canopy above. Had she been forced to stop anywhere else, she would have had another good half hour or so of sunlight.
The forest she was passing through was sprawling, and if it was a pain in the flank to travel this far in then backtracking would be even more of a waste of energy.
She was The Great and Powerful Trixie in feats of magic! Not...athleticism. Not that she was a pushover, she was the best! In everything!
But even she could not deny the chill in the air. Yes, it was wagon time.
As she stepped up into her wagon, the familiar creak of wood that she had come to know from her years on the road sounded rather deep. It was almost like a growl in its intensity, making her create a mental note to begin saving to refurbish the steps.
Then it growled again without the aid of her hoof. That wasn't very good.
Trixie's horn lit up just as something grasped her from behind, wrapping around her torso with what could only be claws that each felt like they were the size of a generous ear of corn. If that was an odd comparison to draw then she had no time to think about that as she was dragged from the safety of her wagon, horn sputtering uselessly in shock.
Hot breath chuffed in her face, followed by another growl as the magician stared wide eyed at the beast towering above her.
Fiery orange fur splashed through with dark stripes that bled down into a creamy underbelly. A matching pale ruff ringed its neck, framing a face with bright amber eyes. She shuddered at the sight of its tail, chitinous and black with a stinger at the end.
Then the light was snuffed out as the manticore lifted and spread its wings, then its roar rattled through her flesh down to her bones.
"The-The Great and Powerful Trixie has f-faced greater foes than-" Pain. Hot and stinging pain flashed across her face as the manticore swiped at her, its claws dragging a pair of jagged gashes from her cheek to her forehead.
Trixie couldn't find the breath to scream, only able to rattle out a hoarse gasping sound as she stumbled back and shot a beam of magic at the beast. It glanced off the manticores magic resistant hide, only serving to infuriate it more.
"Celestia damn it, you've ruined Trixie's face!" She shot another bolt of magic at the manticore, aimed at its face and fueled by anger more than anything else. It was enough to temporarily blind it, giving her a chance to turn tail and flee.
There was no knowing where she was going. The forest was dark and she had tripped more than a few times in her desperate flight, unknowing or uncaring of the droplets of blood she left in her wake. If the manticore did not find her then she feared something else would. The flash of eyes in the dark as she ran was not helping this thought.
She was going to die here, eaten by either an overgrown anti-magic cat or something worse. This was not where or how Trixie thought it would happen but also it somehow did not come as too much of a shock.
Her hoof then caught on a particularly gnarled root and the unicorn went down, tumbling to a stop with a pained yelp.
Pinprick amethyst eyes flicked in their sockets to take in the scene around her, which wasn't much in the low lighting. Her lungs ached, her face ached and now her body had joined the act. There was no sound of growling or roaring, no chimeric cat-
It hit her like a steel carriage, unfairly silent as it seemed to materialize from the shadows themselves.
Trixie had the breath crushed out of her by the beast's mass, robbing her of the oxygen she was already lacking. She couldn't even whimper as the manticore nosed her mane, rasping its rough tongue through a few locks that had soaked up blood from her forehead.
It rumbled in what sounded like a pleased assessment of her flavor, going in again to run its tongue along the wound itself. The broad side of its tongue brushed over her horn as well, making her squirm with a strained whine as the sensitive magical appendage was unintentionally stroked.
The manticore's ears pricked at the sound, easing some of its weight off of Trixie. A heavy paw still splayed across her back, holding her steady as the beast tested another lick along her horn.
"Ugh, stop that you nasty-" Trixie's displeased hiss stuttered into a sharp gasp when the manticore brushed a fang across her horn, sending an unwelcome ripple of heat across her body that sparked out from her groin.
Absolutely not. She was Not getting turned on by having her horn gnawed on by a manticore. It was not going to happen.
And yet.
She felt a small sense of loss when the beast drew its muzzle away, growling inquisitively from where she could not see. The feeling was not gone long as she felt something warm and wet brush against her nethers.
Trixie shrieked in shock as the manticore's tongue explored her folds, running along the slit and teasing it with what felt like a forked tip that caught against her clit with gentle but maddening tugs.
"Stop...ah...stop that," She whinnied indignantly, struggling weakly in the monster's grip. It replied by sinking its claws into her back, securing her in place as it lapped at her with more vigor.
Trixie's guts tightened with heat and revulsion as the manticore continued to lock into her, creating slick sounds as it pushed its tongue further into her canal to tug at her walls with it's not quite comfortable texture.
She grit her teeth, breathing hard through her nose as she fought against the rising simmer of pleasure in her nethers before it snapped loose with a gasping cry and she gushed onto the manticores muzzle.
Her clit winked frantically in the aftermath of her orgasm, insides clenching in desire at something that was not there to grip.
She could hear the manticore licking its lips with a growl above her, making her face and ears burn in shame. The Great and Powerful Trixie had really just cum with a manticore tongue inside her pushy, crushed to the ground in the middle of some kind of Celestia forsaken forest far away from society.
"Okay you've gotten your jollies, now let me go you...you bucking pervert!" She snapped, renewing her struggle and crying out when the claws sunk even deeper. She could feel a drip of blood fall down her side, quickly cooling in the night air.
That was right, if nothing else the beast above her was warm. And soft. Mostly.
What wasn't soft was what was poking at her hip as the manticore shifted, keeping her pinned as it brought itself to a crouch on top of her. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the hard, hot thing probing around her backside was.
"Oh no, you are not putting that in Trixie!"
She knew better than to struggle again, but her purple eyes were wide as she felt the tapered tip of the cock brush uselessly across her hip and across her slit. She groaned as her clit pulsed, already puffing up back to life despite her disgust.
After a few more moments of failed attempts, she unthinkingly lashed out with her magic to grab the barbed cock and guide it to her entrance where it quickly began to sink into her.
Oh that hurt.
Oh that Hurt.
Trixie shrieked as the manticore released a low roar while it pushed more of itself inside, not stopping until its balls came to a rest against her clit. It held itself there a moment, adjusting its stance above the unicorn before it began to pull out. That was somehow worse.
While before the barbs were surprising and uncomfortable, now they scraped against her insides like they were trying to tear her inside out. Any complaint Trixie may have had was lost upon her feline suitor, who was beginning to thrust in and out of her with increasing fervor.
The slickness of her previous orgasm was probably her only saving grace as her pussy was battered and stretched by the manticore as it rutted her into the ground, each dive back inside of her sounding out a wet and rhythmic smacking into the dark forest.
Trixie could taste blood as it dripped down her cheek to her chin, catching in the corner of her mouth as she moaned and cried in turn. Her pussy clamped down on the manticore's cock, gripping onto it for dear life as another painful orgasm rolled over her.
The barbs that were shredding her also felt like heaven as her tunnel rippled over them with each contraction of her inner muscles. If just for a moment, the pleasure heavily outweighed the pain.
Then an ear shattering roar exploded from above her and Trixie felt the manticore's cock twitching inside of her, each pulse warming her insides more and more until it began spilling from her pussy in messy rivulets.
The manticore held itself in place until its cock stilled, panting but no longer a danger for the time being. When it pulled out, it did so quickly, ripping another scream from Trixie she didn't know she had left in her.
Semen and blood leaked from the mare's abused pussy, linking it by a sticky pinkish string to the manticore's barbed cock.
It finally relented its grip on Trixie, seeming to know that she had no more fight left in her.
She lay curled into a protective ball, agony flaring in her insides as the beast gave a final warning chuff before shaking its mane and padding away.
The worst part about it all?
She would have to find her wagon again in the dark while leaking blood and manticore cum now.
Author's Note
This was written in about two hours as a spur of the moment writing challenge to myself, not anything amazing or award winning but for what it is I'm not mad at it.
