Hanging low in the sky, the silver shield of the moon cast a long shimmering streak though the calm waters of the ocean.
Palm leaves fluttered under the gentle night breeze, filling the air with a tranquil rustle.
Trixie struck the damp sand with her forehoof. Her star-pattern cape soared like a banner.
“Behold the beauty of Great and Powerful Trixie!”
Iron Will inhaled and exhaled the cool air with a sharp audible Huff. He ogled the mare, from the tip of her horn to the end of her tail. Her coat was sparkling under the splendors of Luna's night sky. The minotaur slowly nodded, but immediately froze for a moment, embarrassed by betraying the clear signs of appreciation right away. Trying to snap out of it, he made a half-step forward and puffed up his chest. His index finger jumped up at the end of his extended right hand.
"Your talent would’ve shined even brighter if you took an “Iron Will’s Self-Improvement Crash Course”!”
He stated with usual determination in his baritone.
Trixie, in her turn, cast an appreciative glance at the hulking minotaur; his broad chest, well defined abdominal muscles, powerful limbs… She got a grip of herself, figuratively of course, and emitted a high-pitched haughty laugh.
“A Crash curse? An apt name, sure. But the Great and Powerful Trixie admires such a naïve honesty…”
Trixie lit up her horn.
“…And she will let you witness even more of her glory!”
She grabbed her magician hat and gracefully set it down on the beach. Then she took down her cape. It caught the wind, unfurled and exploded into a whirl of glittering stars.
Although, while doing that she simultaneously brought along a previously scouted big dark rock, holding it low to the ground behind her.
Whilst Iron Will darted his eyes to the spectacular cape, she quickly pressed down the hat with the rock. It would be a pain to catch afterward if it would get carried away with the wind.
Trixie nickered softly and boldly walked up to Iron Will. Stuffing the edge of her cape under the rock behind her back as she went.
Confronted up close, Iron Will didn’t even flinch, not counting his flaring nostrils when he inhaled the scent Trixie's perfumed coat. He put his hands on his sides and smiled with almost entirely professional approval.
Or so he was telling himself.
“Oh! Already trying to scoop up little bit of assertiveness, aren’t you? Even a mention of Iron Will’s Crash Course can—”
Trixie, keeping her nose high and stealing glances at his muscular frame, interrupted in a mocking tone:
“Can make someone with an outstanding inborn talent wink—”
She quickly cut herself off and winced.
“I mean yawn! The Great and Supremely Gifted Trixie can teach you a few things herself.”
She took a few steps, walking around Iron Will. She lowered her head, smiled with a mischievous smile and nipped his leg joint.
“Eh?!”
Iron Will stomped his leg instinctively.
Trixie smiled and swung her rear, playfully bumping his side.
“This is how a real mare flirts. Not that you would know among those heifers back at your island! And the Great and Powerful Trixie has an inborn talent—”
“Hmmm, an inborn talent you say…”, Iron Will quickly interjected, his voice much more hoarse than usual for some reason, “That needs to be thoroughly investigated first!”
Iron Will put his palms onto Trixie’s rump. She didn’t protest. He run his fingers through her velvety coat and smiled at how incredible it felt under his hand. The salty ocean wind left a notion of harshness on the surface of her fur, but the first pat, the first caress removed it making her coat feel incredibly soft and silky.
Then he raised his eyebrows, surprised.
Under that silky layer of softness he felt strong and well defined flesh. Due to her constant travels and wagon-pulling Trixie was much stronger than an average unicorn.
The minotaur continued to caress her shoulders, her back. At first his touches were careful, but the more he discovered about the mare the more firm his fingers gripped on her hips and her thighs.
“Indeed you have a great potential. But can you fully utilize it?”
Trixie tried to look him in the eye, but her gaze kept wandering down, at the huge tent his beach shorts looked like at the moment.
”The Great and Powerful Trixie sees there is a volunteer brave enough to show the full extent of her outstanding talent!”
She exclaimed, trying to hide how flustered she is.
They both stood silent and motionless for a few moments. Trixie made the first move. She took his shorts down with her magic. Iron Will shuddered a bit, when the breeze touched his bare flesh. The unicorn mare tilted her head to the side, staring at his dick. Shorter than a regular stallion’s one, but much thicker at the base and with a pointy end it looked unusual and exotic.
Trixie winked.
“Oh my, what a brave volunteer indeed we have here! Great and Talented Trixie will show you a splendid magic trick that will left you speechless!”
She pivoted on the spot and turned around, lifting her tail and setting it aside. Iron Will’s lower jaw unhinged a bit.
The view was, for the lack of a better word, beautiful: the delicate mare bits, slightly engorged, full with blood and desire…
Maybe a bit too delicate.
“Are you sure you can afford the full course? To encourage a new customer Iron Will can offer a discount for an initial training!”
Trixie bend her neck to look back and squinted at him.
“This is preposterous! The Talented and Experienced Trixie will take no discounts! If this one trick won’t impress you, Trixie always has alternative enhancements to show off!”
The minotaur dropped on his knees behind Trixie.
“Iron Will needs to asses the capabilities.”
He grabbed her tail, pressed it to her side and brought his face closer. Mare pheromones hit him like a club. He took long and deep breath.
“Whatever are you going to do, you— Ahhhh!”
Trixie moaned when Iron Will gave her marehood a lick, causing her to shiver. He pressed his wide tongue against her folds. With each wink Trixies clitoris brushed against his taste buds before retreating back behind its hood. Trixie moaned louder. She backed up at him a bit, bumping his face with her backside.
Iron Will smooched her nether lips.
“Eager for the training, I see!”
“Get to work already, don’t stall the show!”
Trixie snapped back.
He stood up, grabbed her thighs, pulling the mare closer to his pelvis and brought the tip of his tool to her steamy entrance.
“Now the Great and Powerful Trixie will make your dick disappear!” she immediately announced.
Iron Will moved forward, slowly entering her.
“Don’t need to be shy.” Trixie whispered, but when the whole thing went inside, her eyes went wide.
Iron Will paused, letting her to adjust. It cost some of his willpower, because the snug, warm and tight entrance was practically beckoning him forward. He began to carefully fuck her, in short powerful strokes. Trixie pressed her rear against him, backpedaling at each thrust. He felt her pussy clenching and then relaxing, again and again, grabbing and massaging him.
“And now Trixie will make you feel her magic!”
That was a lot to bear. The minotaur made a sharp slashing motion with his palm.
“Iron Will aims for one hundred percent customer satisfaction!”
He resorted to only gyrating in place, massaging the entrance to her vagina with the base of his cock, doing slow circular motions with his hips. Trixie bit her lower lip. Iron Will clenched his teeth.
They finished together.
The mare let out a loud shameless whinny. Her vaginal walls contracted several times in quick succession. The minotaur groaned and unloaded into her. His body sagged down a bit, his fingers sinking into Trixie’s rump as he rested his weight against her. She squatted a bit but held firm.
They stood for a few minutes, catching breath, avoiding to look each other in the eye.
“I must admit, your showmanship is of a high class, indeed.”
He said with both wonder and resignation in his tone.
Trixie stuck her nose up in the air.
“As usual, The Great and Powerful Trixie proved the supremacy of her talent!”
She proclaimed, still panting.
“That said, Trixie enjoyed a fair bit how you performed as a volunteer.”
Iron Will left her side and looked around, searching for his shorts. The wind dragged his garment some good deal away from the scene. He sighed before going to collect and wear them back.
Trixie grinned, taking her cape and hat from under the rock.
Iron Will returned.
“Say, do you mind some more training courses sometime?” He asked, trying to sound casual.
The unicorn mare blushed.
“Well, Trixie supposes she can give you some more private performances, since you’re so enchanted with her talent. But for right now… let’s go get some refreshments to celebrate a good show.”
Iron Will thought a bit and nodded.
“Yeah. Let’s discuss our possible collaboration.”
They went by the beech together, making their way towards the distant varicolored lights of a bar. Careful, he slowly put his hand onto her withers. She didn’t shake it down.
