Coitus Contest

Chapter 3

The blue-skinned unicorn walked as if she owned the place. That was what finally convinced Twilight that Trixie, her one-time would-be rival and now good friend -- mostly, usually... it’s complicated -- was the one walking down her lane and quickly approaching. The sultry expression, her near-exuberant swaying hips, and radiating the cockiness that could only belong to her created a mare that forced every available set of eyes to dawn upon her, even if only for a few seconds.

What made her entrance all the more significant was the fact that she was completely naked and using her robe as a flag, twirling it around to rile up the crowd.

Ever the showmare, she knows what ponies want to see, Twilight thought, finding herself unable to dislike Trixie’s actions. As she got closer, she could fully discern the intent behind her steps. Her hips swayed hypnotically, each step was a masterfully calculated move to make her entire body jiggle and bounce in all the right places. From her bubbly ass to her perky breasts, everything had an added bounce that coincided with the rest of her movements.

Her body is a one-pony orchestra of femininity. She’s gorgeous and she knows it. She’s using it in her favor… and sweet merciful heavens, it’s working! She thought in a panic, unable to stop her cock twitching with excitement. Maybe Trixie somehow read her mind or maybe it was fate itself punching her in the face only to laugh at her misery, but that didn’t matter as she spun a few times, showing herself completely to everyone watching.

The stadium erupted in deafening cheerings and shouts and whistles. Twilight didn’t hear them. Her mind was far too occupied admiring Trixie’s sexy, appealing body and taking in all she had to give and offer. She noticed something she had never truly paid any sort of attention to before, perhaps because she never had the chance to admire the magician’s body properly until that very moment.

Her back is so… broad, for a mare, that is. She’s slender, shapely; she’s so athletic! Of course! Those long, toned legs, those powerful, juicy thighs, and her defined back. Riding her tricycle to propel her wagon for who knows how many years has shaped her body to that degree…, she analyzed the situation in the most scientific way she could, but while it helped calm her lingering shame somewhat, it didn’t stop her cock from stiffening.

Trixie noticed, there was no way anypony would miss her shaft happily hardening, and Twilight knew she didn’t imagine the amusement reflected in her smirk and the glint in her eyes.

“My, my. It looks like Trixie’s old nemesis is going to be the one to do the deed. Honestly? Trixie was hoping Trixie would be paired with any other Princess. But Trixie can’t complain,” she giggled as she came to a halt in front of Twilight, her twitching cock an inch or two apart from touching her blue belly. “After all, a Princess is a Princess and one that sees the superior feminine beauty of the Sexy and Captivating Trixie!”

That smacked the Princess out of her stupor. Grabbing Trixie’s left hand, she pulled the blue mare close to her, allowing them to rest on top of the pile of cushions. “Trixie, what in the name of Tartarus are you doing here!?” She hissed, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself. “Weren’t you the one that told Starlight that having foals wasn’t on your agenda? Also, and I say this as a compliment, but you’re an extremely gorgeous mare. I’m sure you’d have no problems bagging a stallion for at least a night!”

“Oh, trust Trixie. Trixie knows~,” a knowing, lustful giggle followed. “But Trixie also knows Trixie isn’t getting any younger. That is why when Trixie heard of the Contest Trixie knew it was the perfect chance to give the world the greatest gift Trixie could ever create.”

“Your autobiography?” Twilight asked, sarcastically.

“Even better than that!” Trixie’s eyes filled with hope and joy. “Trixie decided to grace one of the Princesses with the chance to enjoy the Tight and Fuckable Trixie and in return, Trixie will give birth to the only pony that could ever surpass her greatness: my foal,” she then adopted her usual ‘confident’ stance; chest out, straightened, chin up, and smiling to the sky. “The Great and Powerful Trixie requires an apprentice, somepony to acquire and learn all of her techniques, secrets, abilities, and inherit her everything she has to give-”

“Hopefully only the good parts.”

“-and so much more! An offspring brought from the most desirable womb in the whole of Equestria and the highest quality sperm in the land is the only combination Trixie will accept!” Then her smirk returned.

For a moment, Twilight felt how Trixie’s eyes analyzed her body, rating her as if she was some piece of meat for whatever twisted system the unicorn used. The wait didn’t last more than a few seconds and Trixie chuckled.

“We may not be rivals anymore, Twilight, but it is good to see that Trixie is leagues beyond you in terms of beauty,” she proclaimed, cupping her breasts in the process and giving them a firm squeeze. “But while you may not be the most attractive mare Trixie knows, for Trixie already claims that title, your talent, and power with magic surely is worthy of praise! Our foal would be bound to be a hero of Equestria and beyond!” She declared without a shred of doubt in her voice.

“I---!” Twilight was ready to blow a gasket on her but stopped when her words clogged in her throat. She was more than ready to lecture Trixie that she shouldn’t be so, well, herself, but for some strange reason, she couldn’t find the strength to speak. Suddenly she remembered where she was and everywhere she looked, she could only see the eyes of countless thousands staring down at her. Shaking her head, the cheers of the crowd became increasingly more potent with each passing second.

Resolving it was better to jump into the fray of things and try to distract her mind, she pulled Trixie into a tight hug. The close contact of her body, her sweet smell, and the feeling of her throbbing shaft now nestled safely in between their bellies was enough to bring some peace to her racing heart. Her lips met the soft skin of Trixie’s neck, the magician letting out a throaty moan of approval, and she began to kiss, nip, and lap against it in an effort to completely zone out the audience and her fears.

“We love you, Princess Celestia!”

“Show what you can do, Princess Luna! Beat them to the ground!”

“Cadance! Cadance! Cadance!”

“Princess Twilight is only warming up!”

“Breed them, come on!”

“Equestria needs strong foals!”

“Is this the best I can expect from you, Twilight?” Trixie’s voice cut through the disjointed, chaotic voices of the crowd, ending it with an exasperated, disappointed huff. “It seems you’re not as great as I thought you were.”

Twilight returned to reality and, much to her chagrin, realized that a couple of minutes had already passed. “I-I’m just a bit out of focus, that’s all, Trixie!” She exclaimed before turning Trixie around in a single movement. She hugged her tightly once more with her hands taking a firm grip over her tits. Sniffing the back of her head and licking her sensually, she marveled at the feeling of her large mammaries.

Soft but firm, not as big as Pinkie’s or Fluttershy’s but my fingers sink onto her flesh sooooo nicely. Mmmmmm~ her nipples are also quite tender and bigger than I thought. I wonder if she’d like me to suck on them? Lost in her thoughts, she barely heard the yelp coming from the mare currently receiving her affection but she did hear her following words.

“W-Well, Trixie is impressed,” snorting to bolster her confidence, she continued. “But it will take more than knowing how to handle a pair of breasts to please me, Sparkle!”

Great, just as I was really getting into it…, sighing, she decided it was best to focus on what she was doing and not space out again.

*thwack* *thwack* *thwack* *thwack*

Suddenly, she heard a rhythmic slapping noise that cut through the cheers of the crowd. Curious, she quickly deduced that the sound was coming from her left. Sparing a glance to discover what was producing it, she nearly sputtered and her eyes went wide from what she found. She wasn’t naive, she knew it was going to happen and she had prepared herself for it, but all her preparation mattered little now that she saw it happening right in front of her.

Luna had, at some point, forced the tough-looking earth pony to bend over, her legs spread wide in a near-perfect ninety-degree position with the Princess of the Night pounding away mercilessly behind her. She got a firm hold of her arms, pulling her back using her vast, prodigal strength to use said appendages as both a leverage and as a tool to fuck her harder.

The source of the slapping was also quickly uncovered. She admired the deep blue-colored monster exit and ram deep into the burly mare’s pussy with fast, hard thrusts. Somehow, the mare was able to take the entirety of what Luna had to offer; each collision of flesh meeting flesh and the alicorn’s heavy balls slapped against the farmer’s clit provided that loud, captivating melody that filled her ears.

The poor earth pony couldn’t even moan, much less so scream. Her eyes were wide, her tongue was lolling out with drool running freely, her breasts swayed in tandem with the powerful thrusts she was receiving, and her entire body trembled as if it was made of jello. Her ceaseless, rapid panting prevented her from expressing anything else and they came out so quickly that it sounded more like an unending gurgle rather than gasping. Below her, with each thrust so generously gifted by Luna, she could make out the figure of a small abdominal bump.

Her attention then shifted to the pile next to her and saw Cadance resting on them alongside her given mare. They were making-out, their tight lip-lock told her that much and the unicorn was like clay left under the care of the greatest artisan Equestria had ever seen. Unlike her Aunt, the pink alicorn had opted for an extended foreplay session over getting down to fucking right away.

Her right hand explored not just the moist, leaking pussy of the unicorn but also the rest of her body with the same care, attention, and hunger her kiss was exerting over her mouth. Twilight could almost hear Cadance sucking greedily but not so much that she completely dominated the unicorn. She was considerate but above all, she was a passionate, fair, and playful lover; allowing her partner to dictate the rhythm at which they moved but never leaving them full control of the situation.

The lavender alicorn felt the admiration she felt for her sister-in-law increase a little more when, suddenly, the unicorn ended their lip-lock and screamed in ecstasy. A torrent of marejuice gushed from her nethers in short bursts. One, then two, then four and finally seven in the span of maybe three seconds was the total count. The mare was trembling, her lips were curled into a wide smile, and her eyes were glistening with nothing but pure, undiluted bliss. There were no doubts in her mind, no shame, not a single care in the world.

And Twilight found herself envious of that unknown mare, not because of her situation but of her state of mind.

Looking past Luna’s spot, she saw Celestia had followed in her sister’s example as she was rutting Lyra silly. Thanks to her size and strength, she was more than able to hold her friend in a reverse full-nelson position; all the while she comfortably thrust her mighty rod into the green-colored pussy of the moaning mare. She couldn’t hear them thanks to the crowd, but she could easily see how much the mint-skinned mare loved being handled by the Solar Matriarch.

Unlike Luna, however, Celestia’s pace was measured, delicate, and controlled. It showed a level of experience that could only come from hundreds of years of practice. Their breasts rubbed against each other, every thrust sending their juggers into circular motions. She felt her heart skip a beat when Lyra, her face always facing forward to admire Celestia’s beauty (she could hardly blame her for doing so), lunged forth to kiss her and Celestia returned the gesture in kind.

The crowd truly erupted into a tsunami of cheering, clapping, stomping, and more. That’s when she heard a voice.

“T-Twilight, I know I tend to chain myself for my performances, but you’re gripping me too tightly!” Trixie exclaimed.

“Huh?” Twilight muttered before paying attention to what she was doing. To her dismay, she found herself squeezing the generous set of mammaries belonging to the blue-skinned unicorn. While she wasn’t causing any actual harm to the mare, she was experiencing not a small amount of pain. In a panic, she let go. “S-Sorry! Sorry! I’m so sorry, Trixie!” She apologized profusely and sincerely. Taking a step back to put some distance between them, she stared at her shaking hands for long seconds. “I’m such an idiot!”

“Trixie agrees!” Trixie snorted angrily, gently kneading her tits before turning around, ready to give the ‘Princess’ a piece of her mind. Whatever she was going to say died in her throat and her anger vanished when she recognized the terror reflecting in her lavender eyes. “Twilight? A-Are you… okay?”

“I don’t know… I don’t know…,” she muttered. “My body wants this. I want this to happen. But I’m confused and afraid… I don’t know what to do! T-Too many voices, so many eyes are watching us! I don’t know if I can do this, Trixie. I’m sorry I almost hurt you… if you want to leave, I’ll understand.”

“Twilight, shut up,” she ordered. Looking sternly at her once-kinda-sorta-rival, she grabbed her chin and forced her to stare her in the eye. “Now you insecure bundle of nervous breakdowns, breathe. Sloooowly. Take a deep breath.”

“Hyyyiiiaaaahh!” She obeyed until her cheeks puffed out.

Trixie snorted but continued. “Now let it out calmly.”

“Fuuueeeeehhh…,” the Princess of Magic and Friendship exhaled as instructed.

“Look at me,” Trixie said, ordering without skipping a beat. “Focus on me. Your friends? Your family? The other Princesses? The crowd? Who cares about that?”

“...Me?” She answered sheepishly.

“And that’s your mistake, you dummy. Listen, all of them don’t matter on what you’re doing, okay? You came here to do one thing and they all came to watch, so give them a show by pretending they’re not here!”

“But how can I do that? They’re everywhere…,” she replied, shaking slightly.

“Twilight, listen, I’m a stage magician. I know how to please a crowd and I know how ro rile them up. But most importantly, I know that you need to ignore them or else you’ll have a damn panic attack and nearly rip out somepony’s tits! Seriously, that was starting to hurt!” Trixie snorted.

“Sorry…”

“Well, you should be! The Great and Powerful Trixie mustn't be marred! It is bad for the show and the bits must flow!” She sighed. “Listen, Twilight, I know what you’re going through. So, from now on-” she said as she began to lean forward until her lips captured Twilight’s in a light lip-lock.

Twilight’s eyes went wide for a moment but then went half-lidded. The kiss itself was far from passionate, but it felt good and the warmth, soft flesh buds of the unicorn were enough to pull her attention away from the prying eyes of the audience. Their lips mashed against each other, moving slowly, gently. Their tongues met at the halfway point of their mouths, lapping against the other in the same fashion two slimy slugs would fight. She drank greedily from that water spring for long moments without a care in the world. It ended abruptly though not distastefully only for them to breathe.

“Trixie is impressed again. You’re a terrific kisser, Twilight,” Trixie praised.

Twilight blushed at the compliment. “How do you do it, Trixie… how can you ignore… all of this?” ‘This’ referring to the stadium, the crowd, the cheering, the attention, and being put quite literally at the center of attention.”

Trixie smiled smugly. “Trixie loves being the center of attention, but it wasn’t always like that. When Trixie began her journeys, standing on stage in front of so many ponies was nerve-wracking. Trixie may have botched a couple of her appearances, but once I discovered it was easier to imagine no pony was there watching, that I was just practicing everything was easier. Eventually, Trixie began to crave and adore the attention of the crowd and I also learned how to play them to my advantage,” she ended with a giggle.

“I-Is that why you’re here? For the attention and not to have a foal?” Twilight asked, confused.

“You’re missing the point here, Twilight,” Trixie shook her head. “But I did come to have a foal of my own. If I wanted to put on a show, then I wouldn't have volunteered. Every mare here right now and those waiting for their turn volunteered. Want to know why? Because we all want to have a very special, strong, healthy, and beautiful foal. Don’t tell anycreature I ever said this, but I want to be a mother, Twilight,” bopping her snoot with a finger, she continued.

“This is a Coitus Contest, Twilight. It’s a very special occasion. There are a lot of mares out there and even in herds, the number of stallions available fall on the short end of the stick. A Coitus Contest is more than a Contest--”

“--It’s a way for mares who want to be mothers to be so…,” Twilight finished for her, her eyes widening in realization. “Of course… this isn’t about me!”

Trixie nodded. “Forget about the audience, forget about the score, the judges, everything. And if you’re still feeling insecure, then just remember you’re doing this not for yourself, but for the mares hoping to sleep tonight knowing they’ll soon be growing a new life inside them,” she kissed her snout. “And it’s your job to make lots and lots of mares happy, got that?”

Twilight nodded rapidly, not wanting to invoke the mare’s wrath. Then, in a quick move, she felt herself being pushed back onto the large futon with Trixie straddling her. “Uhm, Trixie?”

“Shush,” the unicorn muttered. “Let Trixie handle this. I promise that after Trixie is through with you, you won’t be able to think of that pesky crowd. However, Trixie will not do this for free. In exchange for this most exotic and premium service, Trixie expects you to treat every mare that comes of me with love, care, and respect, you got that?” She finished narrowing her eyes.

“I promise! I promise!” Twilight replied in a hurry, knowing full well that glare would find a way to make her pay if she didn’t.

“Good!” Trixie exclaimed in a chirpy, happy way. Then, she reached for the semi-erect shaft of the Princess. “Hmmm, now we can get down to business~ My, my, Twilight. Starlight said you were pretty hung, I see she wasn’t lying.”

“M-Me? Hung? I’m just average, Trixie… also, what was that about StarligaaaaaAAAAhhh!” Twilight yelped in surprise when Trixie used a hand to grab her member and began to pump it back to life. “Mmmmhhmmm~ Aaaaahhhhh~ Trixie!” She panted whilst feeling the surprisingly tough hands of Trixie. She had expected her hands to be prim and proper, like Rarity’s or soft as Pinkie’s, but they were more like Applejack’s.

While her cock hardened quickly thanks to her masterful touch, the pieces fell in order in her mind. Of course her hands would be rough, she’s been fending by herself all her life! She’s not only a showmare, she’s a hard worker and survivor first and foremost… What kind of life has she had? Not one that could sustain a stable relationship outside of one-night stands that’s for damn sure, before she could introspect more, she noticed that her length had already hit full rigidity and Trixie immediately guided her lopsided cockhead to her entrance.

“Wait, Trixie, let me--”

“I told you I would take care of it, Sparkle,” Trixie cut her off, ending with a giggle. “Just sit back, relax, and enjoy me, for I, the Seducing and Incredibly Fertile Trrrriiiixie will milk your alicorn seed with her sopping wet pussy!”

“Trixiiiiieeeee!” Twilight squealed the name with all her might; the wet smack their hips produced when they met moments later was enough to push the air out of her lungs.

“Hhhmmmrrrrrggggg!!” Trixie croaked. “Y-You’re really -oh my mane, it’s so deep!- filling!” Arching forward, she had no other option but to use her hands to prevent her from falling over the Princess. Her hands grabbed and groped her breasts, squeezing with intent and safe in the knowledge that even her strongest grip would be nothing more than a pleasurable massage for Twilight.

For her part, Twilight gritted her teeth, hard. She was no stranger to that kind of abrupt self-insertion. One couldn’t be when both Applejack and Rainbow Dash, competitive as they were, loved to ride her cock at every chance they got. But she had only known the five pussies -and throats, and hands, and tail holes- of her closest friends, each one similar yet different at the same time. Trixie proved to be no exception to that rule.

She’s so hot, hotter than even Pinkie Pie! B-But he’s also soooo slimy and she’s clenching me so fucking tight! “Nnngghhhhh~!” It’s like her pussy is trying to directly suck the cum in my balls and slurp it up into her fertile, needy, wanting womb!

She froze for a moment, shocked at herself for not only liking that line of thought but actually preferring that that’d be the case. Her hands creped up to Trixie’s hips until she took a good, firm grip of her and breathed out. “Y-You really want that foal, don’t you, Trixie?”

Trixie blushed and smiled. “And you’re the one lucky enough to give me that! Cherish this moment, Twilight Sparkle, for I, the Great and Powerful Trixie, shall run your balls dry!”

Not a moment later did she begin to move her entire body in the pursuit of that goal. There was no misconception about her intent. No slow and careful approach to at least pretend to take things slow. She wasn’t aiming for that and Twilight felt it almost as soon as the unicorn on top of her began to impale herself with her shaft.

She watched, enthralled, how her penis was swallowed in its entirety by Trixie’s hungry pussy; her cum-filled balls slapping against her buttocks each time their hips met in a clamorous wet, meaty slap of flesh. She could feel the velvety walls of her once-rival clinging around her dick with a vice-like coiling grip; her rounded tip making-out with her cervix in every turn; her medial ring scraping her soaking wet, slimy tunnel along the way.

Something did surprise her, however. She thought she knew what sex was until that moment. Watching Trixie bouncing on top of her, desperately trying to milk her for everything she was worth; having to see her blushing cheeks, her hanging tongue, her drooling, hungry expression told her she knew nothing. Oh, she knew what sex felt like, but it was her first time having wild, raw, pure fucking.

Up until that moment, all she had experienced was passionate, if intense, lovemaking.

“T-Trixie!” She shouted, desiring more. Her body urged her to drink more of that new beverage and she gladly took mouthful after mouthful of it. Careful to not grip more than necessary, she began rocking her hips up and down, an easy task for her and quickly grew into a steady rhythm that made the two mares moan even louder.

“Aaaaahhh! Yeeeeessssss! I neeeeded this so muuuuuch!” Trixie moaned, her voice rasping against the walls of her throat but she didn’t care. There was an itch she had been wanting to scratch and by the muses, she was going to take advantage of the best scratching pole available.

“Does it feel good, Trixie?” Shouted Twilight. “Am I making you feel good!?”

“More than you could ever imagine!” Replied the magician as tears of pleasure fell from her eyes and ran down her cheeks, elated. “Cum! Cum! Fill me up with your hot seed! Make me pregnant, Twilight! Put a foal in me, damn you!”

Twilight groaned, frowning before increasing the power behind her thrusts in order to go faster, harder, and drive the blue-skinned mare on top of her to the brink of madness. She was not making love, she wasn’t even fucking her friend. She was breeding a mare. “Not until you cum first!” She cried out.

Their frantic rutting took in a downright animalistic aspect for the next few minutes. Ancient, primal, vestigial instincts guiding their actions to the letter. Trixie couldn’t do anything else but scream, moan, and occasionally demand Twilight to fuck her harder, deeper, and to cum already yet at the same time she understood her place as a mare; thankful that a strong, virile stud was ensuring her womb would be filled and that a progeny would be conceived.

She had started as the one in control but by the end of it their rutting she had been reduced to a living sex doll gasping for breath while Twilight continued her relentless defilement.

“TRIXIE!” The Princess screamed, biting her shoulder until she left a mark on her skin as her thrusts became increasingly erratic.

“Gyyyaaaaaggghhhh!” Half-moaned, half-howled the blue-skinned mare. Her arms finally gave out, a testament to her stubbornness that she had remained standing for so long. The pain the bite brought her wasn’t even registered by her mind as it was overwhelmed with pleasure. But that last act sealed the deal. Her eyes went crossed-eyed and she came the hardest she had ever cum in her entire life.

Her juices spilled out all over their conjoined nethers and ensured the futon would be absolutely ruined by the end of it. The clamping walls of her pussy, muscles fortified and built up from years upon years of living on the road, threatened to crush to a pulp the Princess’s prodigious member. Had she been a lesser stallion, then only agony would be her reward, but to an alicorn, her deathly grip was akin to the most pleasurable of squeezes.

That drove Twilight over the edge at long last. Her tip flared, creating an internal cork as she began to unload gush after gush of hearty alicorn sperm directly onto her waiting womb. She flooded her instantly, bloating her innermost sacred room with her white seed until it began to find its way out of her pussy and leak out from the otherwise perfect seal created by the base of her cock and her spasming pussy.

Twilight then kissed Trixie and the two made-out as they drove their orgasms long and hard. The latter felt complete, fulfilled, bred. The former felt… free. She could tell her balls were already working overtime to produce more of that wonderful baby batter for the next lucky mare to walk down her lane.

With their climaxes dying down and having enjoyed the afterglow for longer than what was necessary, Trixie began to straighten herself up. Her legs were jerky but could (mostly) hold her weight as she rose. Twilight observed silently how her still hard member throbbed aching for more until only her deflating but still flared tip remained inside Trixie’s cunt.

With a moan and a gasp, Trixie pulled away, nearly tumbling to the side in the process but the rich bounty of excess seed splattered on the futon and on the ground. She regained herself as much as she could while the lavender Princess easily stood up in order to join her. She watched how the barely standing and well-bred mare bowed to the audience as if she was closing her usual show. Astonished by Trixie’s dedication, she moved without thinking before the unicorn could turn and begin her tread out of the stadium.

She hugged her with all her might and nuzzled her the same way she would any of her other friends. “Thank you, Trixie, for opening my eyes.”

Trixie chuckled. “C-Chapter Three, Section T-Thirteen… d-don’t be afraid to help a friend in n-need,” she muttered as the hug ended.

Twilight’s eyes widened with joy. “You’ve read the book?” She asked with disbelief, her eyes filling up with happy tears.

Trixie huffed, blushing and looking away. “S-Starlight kept showing the odious thing on my face until Trixie relented. It has some useful stuff,” shivering, she turned around. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to lay down somewhere else~,” she sang, nearly taunting her in some way.

Twilight simply stared at her walk away. She knew that Trixie was now pregnant with her foal. She had given her precisely what she wanted and that made her cock throb. The fact that she had not only bred her but made her climax and experience euphoric pleasure the likes she may have never gone through before made her cock spurt the leftover cum still resting inside her urethra.

She felt proud of what she’d done and most importantly, she knew why and it filled her with newfound resolve that burnt away all fears and doubts away from her mind. Trixie is right, this isn’t about me even if it began that way. This is a chance for mares like her to fulfill the dream of becoming a mother, as she came to see the error of her ways and understand the true meaning behind a Coitus Contest, she vowed she would make those dreams come true to the best of her, and her cock’s, abilities.

Chapter 3 End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!