Chapters Trixie brushed out her mane, wincing at the occasional tug as she found a tangle in the long, flowing silver hair. Her ample, though still perky, breasts bounced with each hard stroke, jingling the padlock on her black lace collar, a delicate silver seal that bore Starlight’s cutie mark carved into the middle of Sunburst’s. The short fur on her tits stood on end as she rambled, her eyes dropping down to focus on the lock.
“...It’s just that Trixie isn’t sure if using her old tricks is a great idea, you know? That didn’t exactly go over well the last time!”
“Trixie, we’ve gone over this!” Starlight sighed from the back of their dressing room. “It’s your first time doing a show for an audience like this! You need to do tricks you’re comfortable doing. Just, you know… with a twist!” The pale purple unicorn stepped out, dressed in a one-piece spandex leotard in a darker purple, glittering with red highlights that caught the light brilliantly as she stepped up behind Trixie’s nude body and took the brush out of her hand.
“We’ve done this in rehearsals a dozen times,” Starlight continued, taking over the task of brushing out her pet’s mane, kissing the side of her muzzle gently. “We even got Granny Smith to heckle you to work on your temper! Now, talk to me. Tell your Great and Powerful Mistress what’s wrong.” She found a gentle rhythm that tugged lightly at Trixie’s scalp without yanking at it as violently as the younger mare had been managing. Starlight’s horn glowed as she used her magic to gently massage Trixie’s shoulders, working the stress out of her neck and upper arms. The showmare moaned softly, leaning back against her Mistress’ bosom, her head nestling perfectly between Starlight’s perky little handfuls of tit.
“Trixie knows that! It’s just....” Trixie sighed “Trixie doesn’t want to make her Mistress or Master look bad,” she admitted. “Tonight’s important! We’re starting a new tour, doing a whole new type of show, and then your Exhibition crests -”
“-Don’t matter as much as everyone enjoying themselves,” Starlight finished for her. “Deep breath in… and out…. Good girl,” she praised. She finished with Trixie’s hair, putting the brush down and wrapping her arms around the showmare.
“You’re going to go out there. You’re going to go through the script, just like we rehearsed, and you’re going to drive them crazy . Then we’re going to go back to the green room, and you’re going to have a legion of new fans talking about your show for months .”
Starlight leaned in closer, her breath hot on the edge of Trixie’s ear.
“And if you do a very, very good job on this tour, your Master and Mistress just might have something special in mind for their Caring and Empathetic Head Counselor when the summer break is over that means this-” She tapped Trixie’s padlock gently. “-isn’t something she needs to keep secret.”
Trixie shivered, pressing back into her Mistress’ touch and closing her eyes, taking another deep breath.
Suddenly, her horn glowed as she fetched her outfit for the show. Trixie stood as her cloak and hat swirled around her with a less typical thong bikini that barely covered enough of her body to appear in public without fines. Her bikini was tied into place as her trademark hat and a shorter version of her cape settled onto her head and shoulders, and she struck a pose in the dressing room mirror.
“So! How does Trixie look?” She asked with a cocky grin.
“Like she’s wearing less fabric than you’d find in a bottle of aspirin,” Starlight teased. “Though obviously, Mistress approves,” she added, guiding Trixie’s hand down to the solid bulge beneath her leotard, running up along her belly..
“Mmm… obviously,” Trixie teased back, pressing her ass back against Starlight’s hips. “How long do we have before the show starts again?”
“Not long enough for what the Great and Powerful Trixie has in that naughty little brain of hers,” Starlight smirked. She snapped her fingers, and the bulge disappeared, leaving Trixie’s palm flat against her Mistress’ belly. The showmare pouted and wiggled back against her Mistress.
“Pity.” She turned around, rocking her hooves forward to lean up and give Starlight a playful kiss. “She’ll just have to tell Mistress exactly what that was, so she can decide if it’s worth starting the show late next time!”
Starlight rolled her eyes as Trixie started into an obscenely detailed erotic fantasy, doing her best to tune her out for the sake of not getting distracted.
Author's Note
Here we are!
Thanks to Superfun for being so patient waiting for publication, and to Mani for the art that made the wait worth it. This story goes into odd territory for me, kink-wise, in the name of a request for "Trixie subbing to Sunburst subbing to Starlight" - hope you enjoy!
And for those of you who don't know the Clocktower Society already, the main thing you need to know is that it's a worldwide network of underground kink clubs, and the standard safewords are "Staircase," "Clockface," and "Towertop", for "slow down/we're good now," "stop so we can talk about this," and "get me the @#$# out of this," respectively.
“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.
“I’m sorry, everycreature,” Starlight sighed theatrically, walking over to a tall stack of boxes and wheeling it out to center stage. “But really, there’s only so much I can put up with before reminding her what she is! All you Masters and Mistresses out there know what I mean, don’t you?”
Starlight winked at the audience and leaned up against the side of the stack of boxes, snapping her fingers. The stack began to glow around the individual boxes, revealing that it was cut off at the neck and waist. The purple unicorn knocked at the front of the top box, then swung it open, revealing Trixie’s head inside.
“This is not in the script!” Trixie protested before Starlight put a finger against her lips to hush her.
“That’s because your Great and Powerful Assistant is about to show you your Great and Powerful Place!” Starlight grinned with a touch of manic delight. She swung open the bottom box, revealing Trixie from the waist down, her tail lashing angrily against the sides of the box as she lifted her legs up, kicking futilely at the air.
“You’ve acted like a bitch in front of one audience member,” Starlight recited, tracing a finger down one of Trixe’s thrashing legs before opening the middle box, showing Trixie’s torso from neck to below the navel. “You’ve shown that the feather is mightier than the phaser,” she continued, giving Trixie’s rib a light tickle of their own. "And that was okay! They agreed to come up here and be shown up.”
Starlight reached up and picked the top box off of the stack, getting nose-to-nose and looking Trixie in the eyes.
“But you know damned well that I’m the only one who gets to humiliate my Sunnybuns.”
Trixie gulped exaggeratedly, the motion going down to her collar before continuing down her throat in the torso box.
“Now, test your bell,” Starlight ordered her, putting the head back onto the stack. Trixie flicked her tail, ringing her bell once before Starlight closed the leg box again.
“Good girl. Now, your Great and Powerful Mistress is taking over.” With that, she flipped the top box closed, and turned her attention to the trunk, picking up Sunburst’s mask and glasses.
Suddenly, there was a burst of smoke, and when it cleared Sunburst was outside, cuffs held in one hand, both held up high as he took a bow.
"A round of applause for Sunburst, everycreature!" Starlight called out, passing him his glasses so he could see while the audience obliged.
“Now, Sunburst and I may not be the greatest or most powerful magicians here, but as Trixie always says, the show must go on!” A muffled shout came from the boxes holding Trixie, ignored by both the stageponies and the audience.
“And there are certain core tricks every magician can do,” Sunburst continued. “So why don’t we show you - with a little bit of a Clocktower twist?”
He reached out to take his mask from Starlight, but she held it back out of his reach.
“Ah-ah-ah!” She grinned. “After you help me with the first trick!”
She took her free hand and wrapped it around Sunburst’s horn, guiding him down to his knees in front of her. The spotlights focused on the two of them as Sunburst slid his hands up Starlight’s legs.
“Go on,” Starlight murmured encouragingly. “Show everyone your ‘tricks.’”
“She’s in the box,” Sunburst winked up at her before kissing the inside of her thighs, shifting his focus to the worship of his Mistress. He nuzzled and licked his way up to her crotch, where he pressed a heated kiss to her groin.
“Most magicians would pull a rabbit or a chicken out of a hat,” Starlight told the audience. “This is our version!”
Sunburst spread his lips, stretching his jaw as he started pulling back to reveal a thick, fully hardened horse-cock between Starlight’s thighs, poking out through her leotard. He slid back, revealing nearly a foot of shaft before wrapping his hands around the base, stroking his Mistress beneath the medial ring and bobbing his head up and down above it, his tongue sliding from his muzzle to slick her member down.
Starlight guided him with the hand on his horn, giving full throat to her appreciation of his skills before suddenly pushing him back, her flared tip popping out of his lips. Sunburst let out a needy whine, looking up at her devotedly before she put her fingers beneath his face, guiding him up to his feet and kissing him. She plundered his mouth, the two unicorns making out before Starlight snapped her fingers, a puff of smoke exploding beneath them.
When it cleared, Sunburst was naked except for his cloak, collar, and the glasses he was donning his mask over. His own cock was half-hard, not much more than half the length of his Mistress’ at this point, mottled the same orange and cream as his fur.
“Pulling a cock from his trap, Dom/mes and subs!” Starlight grinned, taking Sunburst’s hand and taking a bow as the audience applauded, more than a few of the submissives in the audience no longer able to watch the show with their faces buried between their owner’s own thighs.
“Now, I suppose it’s just not fair to leave poor widdle Twixie out of the fun, is it?” Starlight asked, tapping her chin and crossing her hooves, making a show out of thinking about how to handle the bratty magician boxed up behind them. “Lovely assistant?”
Sunburst turned with a flourish, taking the boxes holding Trixie and wheeling it up front on the stage as Trixie’s voice became audible again.
“Mistress!” The showmare whined through her wooden enclosure. “Let me out! It’s my show!”
“Not. Any. More.” Starlight popped open the door in front of her submissive’s face. “We’re taking over! But don’t worry, you’ll get to help.”
She turned back to the audience, flexing her groin muscles and bringing her still-erect shaft up to slap against her belly.
“The next trick that any magician learns is the cup and balls. Now, most of the time, that involves a bunch of rubber balls and cups on a table - you know, the old shell game routine? There’s a reason most magicians learn this one early on. Now, I don’t have any cups or rubber balls, but I do have two lovely subs, one of whom has a nice, heavy set of balls!” She reached down, openly groping Sunburst’s sack.
The switchy unicorn gulped audibly as Starlight tugged at his nuts, some of the less preoccupied members of the audience chuckling.
“Fortunately for Sunnybuns here, Trixie did come prepared with a few other balls for the show,” Starlight chuckled. She lit her horn, and Trixie suddenly let out a deep moan. The doors hiding her legs opened, revealing a growing bulge behind Trixie’s bikini bottom. One tugged string later, and Starlight floated a trio of ben-wa balls out, spinning them around in the air as Trixie’s bottom dropped to the floor of the box. One ball was bright stainless steel, another brass, and the third glass with bright rainbow swirls through it..
“And I think, if we look very carefully….”
Trixie suddenly started coughing, a ring floating out of her mouth and then going further… and further… and further, pulling a string of brightly colored anal beads out of Trixie’s mouth like a strand of scarves.
“Well, there we have the balls!” Starlight smiled smugly, dropping the ben-wa balls into her hands and looping the hook of the beads over her finger.
“Now, what the magician does with the balls is the fun part. They’ll take the balls, like this one,” Starlight held up the brass ball, “and put them into one ‘cup,’” she pressed the ball up into Trixie’s slick pussy, making the trapped showmare moan as it slid up and stretched her entrance wide, only to disappear inside of her, “and pull them out of another!”
Starlight strutted over to Sunburst, twirling his beard around her finger and tugging his mouth open, reaching into his mouth up to the elbow before pulling the ball out, Sunburst’s throat flexing as he fought not to gag at the sudden intrusion and retrieval.
The audience applauded as Starlight pushed the ball back into his mouth, closing his muzzle around it and stroking his throat until he swallowed it, like a dog with a pill. A moment later, and it dropped out of Trixie’s increasingly well-exercised marehood, to thud loudly on the floor of the box.
For the next few minutes, Starlight demonstrated her proficiency with her trick. She fed Trixie the anal beads again, only to pull them out of Sunburst’s ass, pushed the steel ball up Sunburst’s ass before pulling it out from behind Trixie’s ear, and then juggled the glass ball from one hand, up to Sunburst’s left ear, and out of Trixie’s right on the opposite side of her to land in Starlight’s other hand. Finally, Sunburst kissed Trixie’s lips, the two ‘assistants’ making out as Starlight pulled a double-dildo out of Trixie’s kit, showed it off to the audience, and then threaded it up into Trixie’s pussy. Sunburst pulled back mid-kiss, revealing the midpoint on the dildo sliding from his mouth to Trixie’s, before Starlight pushed her end up to disappear into Trixie - and pull the other out of Sunburst’s ass, leaving both of her playthings panting as Starlight took a bow. Sunburst did the same, before Trixie suddenly hiccuped, blushing brightly before Starlight stood up and rolled her eyes, holding her hand out for Trixie to spit out a pair of orange, furry balls into her hand.
Sunburst yelped, looking down at the suddenly bare space beneath his sheath, and reached down to cover up.
“These are yours, dear,” Starlight said patiently, handing Sunburst his own scrotum dangling from a ring around what would normally be the base of it.
“While Sunburst finds his marbles again, how about the next trick,” Starlight continued. “That would be one of the real classics - levitation! Now, normally that’s not really hard for a unicorn, is it?” She ignited her horn, floating a pair of huge hoops into the air, setting them up to spin through the air like the framework of a huge balloon. Her own body was enveloped by her teal aura as she floated herself up into the air.
“But how often can you see a unicorn levitate without using their horn?” Sunburst asked, turning around the face the audience again, his nuts back in place as he motioned for the boxes holding Trixie’s parts to lift up, all still stacked perfectly. He guided Trixie through the rotating hoops, letting Starlight turn the hoops to reveal the lack of strings or other cheats. All of it, without so much as a flicker of Sunburst or Trixie using their horns, or Starlight’s own aura around the box and helping to carry the load.
Starlight lowered herself to the stage, catching one of the hoops in each hand as she and Sunburst bowed, Trixie’s still floating in mid-air.
“Master, Mistress!” The showmare called out from above them. “Trixie has never gone to pieces in the middle of a show before, and would appreciate it if she could keep that much dignity tonight?”
“And that brings us to the last great trick that every magician needs to have!” Starlight grinned. “Sawing a showmare in half - or, at least, into all the fun bits!”
Suddenly, the boxes floated apart, her head floating up on its own, and her hindquarters dropping down, the box around them dropping away to let Trixie flail mid-air as she floated freely, her torso dropping to the stage in its box.
“Help!” Trixie screeched. “Mistress, this isn’t fa-mmph!” She was suddenly muffled as Sunburst pulled her head out of its box and slid his cock into her mouth, fucking her face. Starlight carried Trixie’s hindquarters down between Master and Mistress, Sunburst reaching in to grip Trixie’s hips so he could start eating out her pussy, Starlight taking Trixie’s shapely legs by the ankle and nosing her tail out of the way to start rimming her.
Almost as if lost for anything else to do, Trixie’s shoulders rolled up in a shrug in the torso box, before she reached out to start stroking Starlight’s swaying shaft, pulling it between her tits with one hand and using the other to work her massive mammaries up and down the throbbing cock.
As the threesome fucked on the stage, what parts of the audience hadn’t already started playing with each other quickly started to do so, taking the display as tacit permission to put their own subs to use. Gallus made out with Silverstream, each keeping an eye on the stage as the hippogriff bounced on her sometimes-Master’s cock. Capper’s claws dug into Tempest’s thighs as he pounded her ass with his barbed shaft and she tried to keep her moans and whimpers to a minimum. Silver Rose, along with most of the other changelings in the audience, flashed with fire as they started shifting shape, the submissives mostly split between taking the forms of Trixie and Sunburst, with a few Cappers in the mix, and the dom/mes splitting between Starlight, Sunburst, and a few particularly brave examples trying to be Tempests based on the interest of their playmates, all soaking in the devotion, lust, and love from the growing orgy.
Trixie moaned around Sunburst’s cock, his smaller shaft fitting her mouth and throat perfectly as she wrapped her floating thighs around his head. Starlight’s pre soaked the fur on Trixie’s tender breasts, making it easier to tit-fuck her massive Mistress. The magician let herself go, her eyes closing happily as she gave herself over to being used. Sunburst’s musky pre filled her senses, and she felt some of it pooling in her body, flowing through the portal rings hidden in her muzzle to be licked out of her pussy and ass by the tongues plundering her lower holes. Another of those rings, built into the box holding her torso, kept Sunburst’s shaft from sliding “out” of her throat by guiding his flared head down her gullet when he thrust particularly deep, his tip just about reaching the spot where Starlight’s shaft rested against her neck.
Sunburst felt Starlight’s tail brush against his, and he curled his tongue up inside of Trixie’s pussy, twisting it around to press against her g-spot before sliding out long and slow along her rapidly winking clit. He was rewarded with a gush of his shared pet’s juices soaking his muzzle, giving him just the little bit extra he needed.to reach his own limit.
Both masked magicians pulled out of their pet, Sunburst levitating Trixie’s face back to catch the first spurts of seed from her Master and Mistress. Trixie opened her mouth obediently, her tongue moving to twist one of the rings in her mouth into place as the rest of the massive loads she was being sprayed with were caught on her muzzle and in her mouth, ropes of jizz spurting up from her waist as the portal carried their loads into her greedily spasming marehood, illusions doing the rest of the work to put on a show for anyone in the audience who actually cared what was happening on stage yet.
Once they were finished painting Trixie’s muzzle and filling her pussy, Sunburst and Starlight put Trixie back into the boxes reserved for her head and hindquarters, closing all three boxes. A smoke bomb burst, letting Starlight pop Trixie out, whole and intact as the trio joined hands and bowed for the audience. Trixie spin around, flirtily raising her tail and bowing again to show the seed dripping from her sex, and one last smoke bomb went off. When it cleared, the stage was empty, and the audience able to focus properly on entertaining themselves.
Trixie pouted as Starlight dabbed at the semen in her fur with a wet cloth, wiping her face clean in a way that reminded Trixie entirely too much of her own mother when she was a filly. The fact that Sunburst was carefully bending her arms and lets, her wrists and her neck, and periodically sending a tingling charge of magic through her limbs didn’t help.
“Trixie is fine, Master!” She protested, not for the first time, as she batted his hands away when he went to check the sensation at her waistline again.
“If she’s feeling well enough to fuss, she’s fine,” Starlight decided, laying the magician down on the Princess-sized bed in the green room behind the stage. She stripped out of her leotard, climbing in to snuggle up against one side of Trixie as Sunburst took the other, draping his cloak over them as a makeshift blanket.
“You can’t blame us for wanting to make sure you’re okay, Trixie,” Sunburst pointed out. “You did a very good job, but we’ve never tried moving the portals with you on both sides before.”
“Except for every time we rehearsed the routine ,” Trixie groused, crossing her arms over her belly. Her lips quirked up at the edges as Starlight nibbled at her ear and Sunburst rested his hand on her chest, feeling heartbeat before he shifted his grip to play absently with her nipples.
“You love being fawned over and you know it,” Starlight teased, reaching down to take Trixie’s hand in hers, Sunburst reaching up to take it from the other side. “You did good, Trix.”
“Mmm… so Master and Mistress aren’t mad at Trixie for going all the way Old Trixie again?” The blue-furred mare asked through a yawn, looking between her mates.
“Of course not, Trixie,” Starlight chuckled, rolling her eyes. “It’s all part of the show.”
“Not at all,” Sunburst agreed. “It’s good that we changed the routine so Starlight gets some time with me though. It took me a minute to get back to remembering which one of us is bottom of the pile at home.”
“Always, as long as I get snuggles afterwards.” Trixie yawned again, settling in to the comfortable warmth between her lovers.
“Always,” Starlight giggled. “Mmm… Trixie? Want you to be awake for this next part.”
Trixie’s eyes snapped open as she looked curiously up at her Mistress.
“Is something wrong?”
“No,” Starlight promised her. “Remember what I said about making ‘us’ more public earlier? We want to talk to you about it, and not while you’re dozing off.”
“Okay,” Trixie agreed cautiously as Sunburst pulled her up the bed so that Trixie only had to turn her head to look into either of their faces. “What is it?”
“Well,” Sunburst started, “you know my Mom….”
“And my Dad,” Starlight cut in. “And how they were kind of mourning the idea of grandfoals when Sunburst and I got married?”
“Trixie also remembers how easy it was to make them regret saying that out loud,” Trixie said through a tight smile. “There are more important things than grandfoals. Like their children being happy together. And not having to worry about whether or not said children's playmate accidentally spills senna juice into their drinks.”
“Told you she did it,” Starlight sighed, rolling her eyes.
“We are definitely going to have to find a suitable punishment for that later,” Sunburst agreed. “But with us spending more time together, and how we’ll be spending the entire tour sharing hotel rooms, we were thinking that, just maybe….” He held his hand up, then twisted it around to hold a gold band up between his thumb and forefinger, his cutie mark and Starlight’s both inlaid into it as he offered the band to Trixie. “Maybe we’d make our herd official, and they could have those grandfoals they wanted in the next year or two?”
Trixie looked at his face, making sure he was serious, then nearly twisted her head off her shoulders turning back towards Starlight to make sure she wasn’t kidding either.
Then Trixie made a sound that Diamond Dogs in the audience would later swear they’d heard through the green room’s soundproofing, hugging her mates tight against her.
“I think that’s a yes,” Starlight smiled, taking the ring from Sunburst and sliding it onto Trixie’s hand. “We’ll see about getting our eternity collars and masks made up before the tour’s over.”
“New tour, new collars and masks,” Trixie almost purred as she looked at the new ring, letting out another squeal. “Hmm… how will Trixie ever thank you both?” She asked, lidding her eyes and looking between her owners.
Before either Sunburst or Starlight could make any suggestions, there was a light ‘tink, tink’ like ceramic bumping the bed leg. A low canine whine from the floor confirmed that Earl Grey was there, a leash around the poof of fluffy fur at his top, the handle threaded through his handle.
“Can’t you wait?” Trixie groaned, plopping her head back against the pillow. “We were just about to get to the fun part!”
“Ah-ah - he’s your dog, Trixie,” Starlight giggled.
Trixie sighed, lifting herself up and over Starlight, picking Earl Grey up and putting him on her shoulder before getting down on all fours, clipping the leash to her collar.
“Yes, Mistress - please don’t be worn out when we get back from walkies?” She asked hopefully, letting the teacup abomination find a comfortable seat between her shoulders before he tugged at the leash to tell her he was ready.
“We’ll try,” Sunburst chuckled. “But if Mistress says it’s time to play before you get back….”
Trixie sniffed, lifting her muzzle up into the air.
“Well, if she does, then you’d both better be ready for Trixie to be extra Trixie until our next show!”
With that, she hiked her tail up proudly, showing off her creampied pussy before walking out the door on all fours without a hint of shame that she was being taken for a walk by transmogrified tableware.
“Wouldn’t have her any other way,” Starlight smiled fondly, closing the door behind Trixie before turning her attention to her remaining bedmate.
