All Great Trix

“Ladies and gentlecreatures, thank you!” Trixie cheered as she struck a pose that flared her cape out behind her. She looked out over the audience, the brim of her hat shielding her eyes from the stage lights as DJ PON-3 played out her last trick. It had totally been worth the bits to get her to provide more professional sound for the show. There were hundreds of creatures in the audience, mostly ponies, but the occasional griffon, hippogriff, or changeling speckled through the crowd. Virtually everycreature had a date with them, some more than one, masters and mistresses sitting in comfortable chairs, their subs kneeling at their sides, but all of them applauding.

Some of them purely for the sake of politeness, she knew, but not all of them. That was the audience she focused on, the ones who were clearly enjoying the show.

Especially the one with the bright shock of orange mane she saw buried in the middle of the audience, watching along with a pink hippogriff kneeling at his side, clapping her talons like a schoolfilly.

Trixie smirked, snapping her hand up and down, apporting a deck of cards into it from backstage. She riffled the cards from one hand to the other, using the motion across her body to draw the audience’s attention to her bikini-clad bosom. When she was sure she had their attention, she snapped the cards into a fanned spread, and PON-3 killed the sound dramatically.

“Now, of course, any unicorn can do the parlor tricks I’ve shown you all so far,” she admitted. “A true magician, like the Great and Powerful Trixie, can work wonders even without preparation! Each Master in the audience had a card on their seat when they came in. If you want your sub to come up here and show everycreature what they’ve got, think very hard about your card, and the Great and Powerful Trixie will select you from the deck!” She snapped the cards back up into a squared pack, shuffling them as a drumroll played and the lights dimmed.

“Now, let’s see here….” Trixie revelled in the attention as she finished shuffling, holding the cards to her forehead.

“You’re thinking of… now, now, everycreature, the Great and Powerful Trixie very clearly said to think of your card, not with your hard-ons,” she chided the audience, wagging a finger at them. She held the pack back up, and suddenly, with no sign of a magical aura, a card shot up out of the deck. Trixie caught it in her free hand, grinning at the audience as she held it up for all to see.

“Six of clubs, send your sub up to show everycreature what they’re best at! Then the Great and Powerful Trixie will show you all that whatever you can do, she can do better.”

Parts of the audience spoke quietly to each other, presumably checking their neighbors cards and wondering what was going to happen as far as the show was concerned.

To be fair, Trixie was curious about that herself.

Soon, a dark-blue changeling with an orange mane found her way to the aisle, strutting up towards the steps to the stage as the audience turned to look at her. She was one of the old-fashioned, unreformed changelings out of the Firehive, wearing a red collar with a purple band and orange crosshatching, decorated with gold hearts and the traditional Firehive padlock. Trixie quickly started running through anticipated challenges; she didn’t recognize the changeling, so she didn’t know what her specific interests were. Still, there were a few likely directions to go.

“So, what’s your name?” Trixie asked her volunteer as she spread her diaphanous wings to fly up to the stage.

“Silver Rose, SR-0354,” the submissive changeling smiled confidently. A flash of green fire, and Trixie was looking at a perfect copy of herself. “Or is that the Greater and Powerfuller Trixie?” She grinned.

Trixie smiled tightly, feigning annoyance before she reached out to tap the changeling’s nose.

“Now, now - you’re supposed to be showing the audience what your talent is, not making them faint from all the blood rushing from their brains at the sight of double perfection! So, what does your Dom think you’re best at?”

Silver flashed with fire again, changing into an golden-furred, curly-coated retriever that came up to Trixie’s chest at the head. She hopped up onto her hind feet, hooking her forelegs over Trixie’s shoulders and woofing happily as she licked the blue-coated mare’s face.

Oh, I am going to enjoy this, Trixie thought to herself. Of course the first volunteer would be a fellow brat.

“Down girl, down!” Trixie ordered, pushing the overly enthusiastic ‘dog’ off of her and stepping back. She snapped her fingers, and held up a conjured doggie treat. “Sit!”

Silver dropped down to her canine haunches, panting excitedly to the audience’s amusement.

“Well, it seems we have a goldendoodle,” Trixie observed, slipping a smoke bomb out of her cape and under her heel while the audience was paying more attention to the treat she was giving Silver Rose. Two light thumps against the floor from beneath the stage told Trixie that Starlight was in position, so she turned to the audience with a cocky grin.

“How about… a teacup poodle?” She shifted her weight onto the bomb, detonating it and sending a cloud of smoke up from under her hooves. The burst covered the sound of Starlight teleporting her out, taking just enough time to give Trixie a thumbs up before running out onto the stage to meet “Trixie” - more accurately, Earl Grey, the inverted teacup with legs and a tail, and fur the color and shape of Pinkie's cupcake frosting that Trixie had accidentally created years before.

The porcelain puppy could be heard prancing about on stage, Starlight walking it through some simple tricks like jumping through a hoop, sitting up, and playing dead. Then, with another smoke bomb, Trixie rushed out to the stage while Starlight returned Earl Grey to his hutch.

Trixie took a bow to the audience, smirking back over at Silver Rose. The changeling returned to her normal form with a pout before going back to find her dominant, putting Trixie back on the prowl.

"Thank you, SR-0354! Now, let’s have our second volunteer… everycreature, focus on your card if you'd like your sub to come up!"

She gave them a few moments, the spotlight playing over the audience as the drumroll played, then popped a second card from the deck.

"Princess of Spades!" Trixie called out, the sprightly spinning over the audience one last time before it came to rest on a dark purple unicorn mare whose broken horn and distinctive mane marked her almost as well as the armored bodysuit she wore.

She stood up, giving a light tug on her sib's leash, the naked Abyssinian tom walking up obediently behind her on all fours, looking for all the world like a pony-sized housecat rather than a person.

"Another pet?" Trixie asked as they reached the stage, reflexively holding a hand out towards the orange and brown furred feline. He flicked his tail disdainfully, ignoring the offered gesture.

"Yes, though that isn't what he'll be showing off," Tempest said easily. "Capper, CD-2002. I'm going to be the one in control for this."

"If you say so!" Trixie sing-songed, curious exactly what was in store.

Tempest made short work of binding Capper to a sawhorse, clipping his wrist and ankle cuffs to the legs of it before stroking him gently from head to tail, taking special care to give the base of his tail a few scratches. Capper did his own part, wriggling his rump up higher for his Mistress' attention, showing off the plump nuts dangling below his sheath.

"One thing I've learned, playing with an Abyssinian, is that they're natural masochist. At least the bottoms," Tempest explained as she strode around her bound partner. She reached into the snapped holster at her hip, and pulled out a flogger with thin metal chains that glittered in the stage lights.

"Personally, I prefer toys with more of a kick to them than a sting, but there are perks to the alternative. A bit of a warning though." She held Capper's tail up high, showing the crystal bell threaded into it.

"Root level play only, for this. It can get messy if you don't know what you're doing. But when you do…."

Suddenly, Tempest spun around, brutally whipping Capper's ass with the metal flogger as he yowled with pain, arching his back to take another blow across his shoulders.

From her viewpoint, Trixie could see what the audience couldn't, and she had to appreciate the skill the two exhibited.

Just before the blow would land, Tempest would start to slow down, making sure to catch her feline companion with the broader body of the chains rather than the lashing tips, letting those curl around to the fleshier parts of his body. His ass, thighs, and biceps all took the worst of the punishment, even as Tempest made it look like she was brutalizing him. Capper was signaling where he was bracing for the next blow too, arching his body to present the preferred target.

After half a dozen blows that, if they'd actually been administered like they looked, each would have probably put Tempest in a cell anywhere else, she stopped to unclip his wrists and ankles. Capper practically melted off the sawhprse onto his knees, bowing forward to show where fur had been scraped free and welts practically shone through his fur.

Then Tempest lifted him up to his feet with the flogger, kissing him possessively before leaving him panting and whimpering for more.

"You have a frame?" She asked Trixie. The showmare just nodded, and Starlight brought out a simple x-frame from backstage, the heavy wood dropping with a "thunk" as she let it stand.

Capper took up his position, letting himself be clipped in. As the muscular mare stroked her hands along his body, emphasizing his own more lean musculature, Capper took particular care to show himself off for the audience - especially the relatively slender, tapered shaft standing at attention between his legs.

Trixie noticed Tempest whispering something to him, but stayed back to just analyze what their game was. She didn't often get showoffs who knew how to match her game. She'd have to ask for some tips after all this, one reformed villain to another.

"Can we dim the lights?" Tempest asked. Trixie's horn glowed as she did just that, cutting the lights by half. She knew it would be harder to make out the fine details; that was a part of whatever trick Tempest had in mind she'd have to take out. A real professional didn't need -

Trixie’s thoughts were interrupted by a crack of thunder. Tempest's horn released an uncontrolled electrical blast that arced to the metal strands of her flogger, dancing through the air like a swarm of twittermites as she spun it lazily through the air before bringing it slashing down across Capper’s belly. He snarled as the flogger discharged into him - but that was when Trixie noticed it, the ever so slender gap between the actual chains and Capper’s body. Just enough to let the charge be sucked off into his fur, but without actually lashing him with the electrified flogger. Between that, and the couple of inches of wood holding him off the stage, it made for a flashy show that left his fur standing on end and crackling with electricity, but not actually going anywhere to actually cause the pain he was giving voice to.

Okay, Trixie definitely had to pick their brains later. It also told her exactly what she needed to do after this.

Another half-dozen lightning-enhanced lashes, and Tempest stepped back, actually looking a little winded behind the grin on her face.

“Care to match that show?” She asked Trixie.

“Of course! And I won’t need the lights cut to make it look good,” Trixie shot back, strutting up to the Abyssinian on the frame.

“Safe?” She asked him quietly, moving her mouth as little as possible.

“Just stay below my chest,” he reassured her, wriggling in mock discomfort.

Suddenly, there was a sharp snap as he froze in place, mouth opened in soundless shock. Trixie had just grabbed his balls, taking the direction as ample permission to take care of the build up.. All of Tempest’s barely-controlled magic discharged through his genitals, up Trixie’s arm, and down into the floor, making the showmare’s fur stand on end. That wasn’t half the show that Capper was, his cock twitching up and down as he shot his load into the air, gleaming in the stage lights before landing on the floorboards, a low groan finally rolling out of him as he emptied his nuts.

“Well, that was certainly a jolt!” Trixie grinned cheekily, sliding her finger up Capper’s twitching shaft, collecting some of his seed on the tip and making a show of sucking it down. “So it looks like you enjoy pain, let’s see how you feel about pleasure!”

She snapped her fingers, and feathers appeared out of the aether, starting to stroke along Capper’s knees and elbows. Capper tried to hold back a chuckle as the audience realized what was happening and started laughing at his plight. Trixie’s hands worked mid-air, feathers caressing, twisting, and darting around the Abyssinian’s body. Trixie attacked every spot she could think of, tickling the frogs of his feet, his neck, the small of his back, constantly searching for a new angle of attack until Tempest leaned in close.

“Under his tail,” she whispered. Trixie grinned wickedly, redirecting her attack, tracing the tip of a feather around the tight little ring of nerve-dense muscle, then forward, over his taint and down the back of his balls.

“Okay, okay, clockface!” Capper laughed, giving up on trying to hold back. Tempest moved in like a flash, unclipping his cuffs and catching him, ignoring the slick spots beneath her hooves as he started to recover himself.

“Everything okay?” Trixie asked him, moving over herself.

“Yes, damn it, but there’s a reason I don’t like tops who aren’t going to get on with it,” Capper blushed. He took a few deep breaths, then lowered himself onto all fours, nuzzling his Mistress’ hand with a low ‘mrowl.’

“A round of applause for our second set of volunteers!” Trixie called out as they started down from the stage. “And now for the third….”

Again, the lights went down and the drumroll played, giving Trixie the chance to riffle the corner of the cards and find the one she’d magically marked before the show. She flung the card up, snapping it out of the air as the drumroll ceased.

“Oooh, the joker’s wild everypony!” Trixie grinned. “Dealer’s choice! So, how about we have a little fun, and bring up the Prince of Hearts?”

The spotlight circled until it landed on Sunburst, and the masked stallion stood from his seat. Silverstream leaned over to rest her head against the seat on her other side, where Gallus scratched her mane lightly as her previous Master of the evening walked up to the stage. He tried to flourish his cape on the way up, only to get it tangled around his arm, throwing off his balance and making him stumble up the steps. Trixie caught his hand with a smirk and helped him steady himself.

“Well, it appears we have a fellow practitioner here!” She teased, flourishing her own starry cape easily. “Aren’t you a dom though?” She asked, tracing her finger down the middle where the black left side met the red right one, and clucking her tongue. “Not that you seem like much of one.” She tapped his glasses on the bridge, turning around to sashay back over to her supplies, her shapely legs and ass on full display.beneath the hem of her cape.

“Enough of one for this,” Sunburst tried not to stutter or let his voice crack as he glanced uneasily out at the audience, then back at Trixie.

Trixie picked up a set of cuffs in her aura, putting her hands behind her back and closing the cuffs.

“Then you should be familiar with how to make sure I actually did these right?” She swished her tail back and forth as Sunburst stepped up behind her, squaring his jaw and looking down at the cuffs, tightening them around her wrists another click or two.

“Also familiar with how you get out of them,” the amateur magician observed, leaning to put his muzzle over Trixie’s shoulder. “So, what should I do with you now, to show everyp-one that you can be put in your place?”

“Well,” Trixie giggled as she turned around and hopped up to kiss Sunburst’s nose, “you could start by getting out of those!”

Sunburst looked down as Trixie raised both hands above her head, revealing that she’d somehow gotten the cuffs onto his wrists.

“Hey!” He protested as she snatched his glasses from his face, comically holding them in front of her own eyes.

“Oh wow, I guess I don’t need to blindfold you for this!” She noted, floating out a travelling trunk and dropping it onto the floor behind Sunburst. Sunburst flicked his tail irritably, the gold bell strung around his dock ringing once.

“What are you-”

Trixie pressed a hand to his chest, kissing him deeply - and then snatched his mask off of his face, pushing him back and making him fall back into the trunk, the lid slamming shut on top of him before the showmare turned around and took a seat on top of it. Sunburst kicked and thumped against the inside, but her weight kept it shut.

“Sorry, everypony, but the Great and Powerful Trixie holds high standards for doms who think they can take charge of her!” She folded his glasses closed, putting them on top of the trunk with his mask on top of them.

“I think we’ve done enough of this, don’t all of you?” She asked, ignoring the lid bumping up beneath her. She floated a padlock over, using it to seal the trunk. “How about we move on to one of Trixie’s greatest demonstrations of magical skill - the Terrifying Trunk Escape!”

“How about we not,” a powerful voice boomed over the sound system before Starlight strutted out from backstage, glaring at Trixie through her own mask, a reflection of Sunburst’s. “Trixie, I know you like being a brat, but I think it’s time you remember what this means!” She tugged Trixie to her feet by her collar, the younger mare yelping sheepishly before she disappeared in a puff of smoke.