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                   Tangled in Fireworks                    
                        -by Nifty-                         
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                      Lulamoon fever                       
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Lulamoon fever
Contains F/M, Mane-Pulling, Teasing, Interspecies
You couldn’t be more relaxed, a fresh hot cup of coffee to your side, your favorite book in your hands. Rain dances on your roof outside, creating the perfect background noise to read to.
Does it get any better than this? You think to yourself as you relax into your couch. You dive right into your favorite book instantly entranced. The protagonist is right about to face off against the main bad guy when all of sudden you’re interrupted before you can even get a sentence in.
tap tap tap
That’s strange, you thought you heard someone knocking on your door. You perk your head up to listen in, not bothering to get up and ruin your perfectly relaxed state.
tap tap tap
You hear it again. Maybe they’ll leave if you act like no one’s home? Sit still and don’t move, it always works right?
tap tap tap
There it is again. You sigh and get up since it’s apparent they aren’t leaving. Just when you thought you could finally relax. What pony is even up at this time? And while it’s pouring outside, what could they want?
You open the door and are greeted upon by a soaked alluring blue pony boasting a starry purple hat and cape.
“Hi there, umm The Great and Cold Trixie asks you if she could spend the night here until tomorrow’s moon?”
You are instantly enthralled by her mesmeric, long flowing light blue hair. You meet her enchanting lavender eyes and struggle to look away. The drumming of your heart in your chest is so heavy and impactful you wonder if she can hear it.
“Excuse me but I really need a place to stay, just for the night, is that alright with you?” She asks as she blinks feverishly at you.   
Your heart goes on an absolute drum solo.
You clear your throat, “Yeah, I got room to spare, let me go get a towel for you so you can dry off.”
She screams in delight, “The Great and Powerful Trixie wasn't going to accept no anyways!” You smirk, her cocky attitude is kind of cute.
You walk off and go get a towel for her while she parks her wagon beside your house. While you weren’t expecting visitors and certainly didn’t want to, a little company wouldn’t be bad especially when company looked as good as her.
You grab a large towel and make your way back to your living room where the blue mare stands idly by at your door shivering. Her eyes light up when she sees the towel in your hand.
“Here’s that towel you asked for,” you say as you hand it to her. “do you want some coffee? I just made some and I probably won’t drink all of it so I don’t mind sharing the rest.”
“Oh uhm, yes I would like a cup.” You nod and fill up a cup of coffee in your kitchen while she vigorously rubs herself with your towel. You watch her from behind the counter. She drops the towel to the floor and spreads it out. She then lays down and rolls herself over it. She goes from her back to her stomach then to her back again. You stifle a laugh as you watch the silly mare dry herself off. It seems she has trouble drying her mane though. She tries dipping her head down and rubbing her mane into the towel but it barely does anything.
You suddenly remember that you were on your way to deliver her cup of coffee and hurry over to her. You hope it isn’t cold. She perks her head up as you walk back into the living room, smiling at you while she lays on the floor. You stand before her and hold out her cup. She stares at you until she realizes she’s looking at you upside down. She blushes and quickly gets up on all four hooves. She closes her eyes and gives you an embarrassed smile as she levitates the cup in mid air.
“You can sit down over here if you’d like.” You point to your couch, walking over and sitting on the far right seat. She walks over and sits down on the far left seat. You both sip awkwardly at your cups of coffee. She keeps the cup held in the air right below her chin, occasionally lifting it up to her lips and carefully sipping at it.
The silence is killing you. You try and think of something to say to her.
“So The Great and Powerful Trixie, was it? I’m Henri, nice to meet you.” You say which you immediately think was lame.
She chuckles, “Trixie it is! Trixie Lulamoon. Nice to meet you too Henri. I’m so glad I found someone who was up at this time and actually willing to let me stay.”
“Yeah I was actually going to ask what you’re doing out at this time, especially in this weather,” You move the blinds behind you, giving Trixie a view of the rain attacking the window.   
“it’s not exactly the best time to go for a walk.”
“The Great and Forgetful Trixie had packed everything she had for her show in Saddle Arabia in her wagon,” she stops halfway through to rub her face with the towel, her still wet mane dripping water onto her face and muzzle.”every-everything except room to sleep. So Trixie knocked on your door.” She says with defeat in her voice.
She wipes her face again, clearly agitated. You think about asking her if she needs help. You’d certainly like to get closer to her that’s for sure. You decide to take a chance and ask.
“Hey , I can dry your mane for ya if you’d like?” You ask in the most polite and pleasant way possible. Trixie looks surprised after you ask her, genuinely taken back at you. You don’t think she was expecting you to be so confident with it.“Trixie would love that, thank you.” She timidly replies while floating the towel towards you.
You grab the towel out of the air and walk over behind Trixie. She shivers as you walk over to her causing more water to drip from her mane onto her face. You stare at her damp, silky light blue hair, flowing from the top of her head down to the middle of her back.
You hold out the towel with both hands and grab her hair at the top moving down slowly wringing out the water in her hair. You reach the end of her mane and do it again. The second time, you accidentally pull too hard on her mane which makes Trixie moan unexpectedly loud. You instantly freeze up, that was the hottest sound you’ve ever heard. But you don’t ask about it or mention it, you grab her hair again and pull it much more gently this time.
The towel is already soaked with water but her hair is barely even dry. The amount of hair she has combined with the thickness of it makes getting the water out extremely hard and tiresome. You excuse yourself to go grab another towel.
Back with another towel, you think about when you pulled on her hair, you absolutely swear you heard her moan. You’re tempted to do it again, just to see if you heard her right. Feeling a little mischievous, you test your luck.
You grab her hair again with the new towel and make sure to use a bit of extra force. You pull, not too hard, but hard enough to make her gasp for air. Her breaths turned from barely audible to ragged aroused pants of breath. Every time you pulled on her hair she’d breathe in deeply, then when you let go she’d let out a deep exhale.
You have this pent up mare right in the palm of your hand. You played this little game with her for ten minutes. Finally fed up with how boring this was getting, you yank right on her mane with both hands.
Trixie lets out a loud high pitched moan. That’s just what you wanted to hear. You don’t even think of giving her a break before you yank on her mane again, even harder. Trixie roars this time, her mouth open to the ceiling while she screams in ecstasy. Finally, her hair is dry. But you have a feeling something else is now sopping wet.
“There you go Trixie, all dry.” You move your hand through Trixie’s hair, giving it a nice little pull which elicits a tiny moan from Trixie. She’s had enough you think. You walk off to throw the dirty towel in the wash.
You come back to a panting Trixie, still out of breath she sees you and immediately sits up straight. Which gives you a full view of her winking pussy. It pops open and closed signaling you to come over and take her. You also notice a sizable wet spot where Trixie sits. You smile to yourself knowing full well how that got there.
You sip your coffee while Trixie eyes you up and down, taking in your size compared to her small pony self. Your 5’11 frame towers over her, her muzzle meeting you at the waist. Her head barely above your belt. You’re not the biggest of guys but at 150 your slightly chiseled frame stands out incredibly so in this world.
You’re strong enough to overpower all but the strongest of ponies in this world, and it shows. Trixie to you seems naturally submissive though, the way she just let you take control of her, you’re excited at the thought of what else you could get away with tonight. But you’ve had enough for now, you’d just like to relax like planned. For now, you’d like to talk to the cute pony.
“So Trixie, what were you going to Saddle Arabia for? You said something about a show right?” You ask. She must’ve zoned out because right as you say the last few words she shakes her head and looks around.
“Oh sorry I wasn’t paying attention. What did you say?”
“You said you were going to Saddle Arabia right? What for?”
“Oh yeah, Trixie hadn’t had much luck with her previous, ahem , venue. The Great and Powerful Trixie might’ve been a little too cocky in her show. Basically, I used my magic to embarrass a bunch of ponies. Twilight Sparkle was just too good! At everything! Trixie thought that if maybe she could do just one more spell than her, ponies might actually start liking Trixie. I guess trotting into Ponyville all high and mighty proclaiming myself at the most magical pony in Equestria wasn't the best way to go about it. Also the part where I abused my magic and lied about defeating an Ursa Major. Yeah that probably didn’t help either.”
Trixie poured herself out to you, so you just focused and listened in.
Trixie starts again, “Now everypony probably thinks I’m some kind of villain. So that’s why I’m going to Saddle Arabia. No pony knows me there so it’ll be a chance to have a clean slate. Ugh look at me, the crazy power hungry mare! I’m sorry to rant about all this, I just don’t have any actual friends.”
Trixie looks down in shame, reminiscing on how rude and evil she was to the ponies of Ponyville, especially Twilight Sparkle.
It looks like Trixie is really torn by what she did.   
You scoot closer to her, grab her hooves and rub them between your palms. This causes Trixie to look up at you, velvety red covering her cheeks. Fresh tears run from her eyes down to her chin dripping onto your hands and her hooves.
You smile at Trixie, and she smiles back. You look down her lips, so full and beautiful. You think about kissing her and really want to, but hold yourself off. As much as she would probably like it too, you’d rather not ruin such a raw moment.
You let go of her hooves letting Trixie wipe away her tears. “Trixie, whatever you did before I’m sure they’ll forgive you. I mean look at you now, if you feel bad about it then that already means you know you did wrong. Knowing what you did wrong is the first step, apologizing for it is the next.” You tell her.
“Oh, oh Henri.” She starts crying again. “Th-thank you so sniff, m-m-much.” And she doesn’t stop, it comes all out. She crumbles and falls into you wrapping her legs around your back and her hooves around your neck, she lets go. She grips onto you so tight soaking your shoulder in tears. You hug her as well, matching her level of tightness.
Your house is eerily quiet, except for your living room where a chorus of soft cries echos throughout the rest of your house. You pat and pat Trixie, running your hand through her mane while she breaks down into you. Her soft mane feels great against your hand and you wish this moment would last forever.
But it can’t, and soon you pull Trixie off of her and ask her if she’s okay. “I, I’m sniff, I’m fine. Thank you Henri. I really needed that.” She says after wiping her face. She looks rather sexy this way, face covered in tears and mucus, you love the way she looks so vunerable.
You stare at her and she stares at you, gazing into each other’s eyes. You push yourself into her, lips crashing against lips as you two kiss. Both of you instantly melt and mend together, lips stuck like glue you two battle for dominance. She uses her longer horse tongue to swat at yours in your mouth and with every time she meets yours, she moans into your mouth.
Trixie holds onto you tight, her legs still wrapped around your back and hooves around your neck. You grip onto her mane pulling her deeper into the sloppy mess of saliva that your lips wager. You pull on her mane, forcing her to break the kiss and moan into your ear.
“Harder.” She begs. You weren’t asking anyway and pull on her mane even harder. She screams into your ear while you lap and suck on her neck, her soft coat connecting with your tongue. You would’ve thought it had felt different but you immediately savor the texture of her hair. Each strand of hair creates a sensation that tickles your tongue that you just can’t get enough of.
You pull Trixie back by her mane to look at her. Neck soaked, tongue rolling out of bed mouth, lips covered in saliva. You guys are both a mess. “You’re so hot.” You tell Trixie. Trixie smiles and pulls you into another kiss. A gentle caress between two lips. She kisses you in slow motion, each kiss carefully made with each touch sending sparks flying between your lips.
It’s Trixie, You realize, she’s the one creating the sparks between your lips, each and every time she kisses you she uses her magic to enhance the kiss. This only turns you on more, digging into her with newfound energy.
Trixie and you battle for dominance to which Trixie slowly overpowers you at. Her longer tongue easily pushes yours aside. Despite that, you seem to be the one more experienced as a kisser.
Lifting Trixie up by her cute squishy butt, you carry her over to your bedroom. Breaking the kiss in your bedroom doorway to breathe, a line of saliva hangs from her mouth to yours, both of you panting hard. You lay Trixie down on her back, gazing upon her bare open body.
Trixie is beautiful, her blue coat is covered in sweat from both of your bodies. Her pussy winks at you from below and you feel your knees almost buckle by how wet it is. She stares up at you waiting, dripping and on the edge.
You’re about to go down on Trixie when suddenly she puts her hooves in front of you face, holding you back from your desires. “Umm this is awkward but I need to pee. Do you mind?” She blurts out, ruining the moment for you.
You let her go anyways, how rude would you be if you didn’t? A couple minutes pass by while she’s in your bathroom and assume she’s doing more than just use the restroom. You don’t know what, but you wait patiently.
A few more minutes later and finally, Trixie comes out.You swear she shines as she walks out, beams of light emitting from behind her, but that’s probably just the lights in your bathroom.
Holding out your hands, you beckon her to come closer. Trixie trots over to you slowly, her eyes lidded while you check out her every stride. You wonder what it’d be like to if you could have this everyday. Trixie and you, together. It might just be the moment but you feel more for this pony, deep down you want her. Not just sexually, but romantically. You’ve never met a pony like her and especially one that made you feel so queasy yet serene at the same time.
Trixie finally meets your hands and you close them around her while lifting up her up onto your lap. She meets your eyes while laying her forehead against yours, pushing her fluffy chest against yours.
She moves in to kiss you although it doesn’t work as halfway through she yawns forcing you to stare at her cute little face while you wait for her finish. She smacks her lips, “As great and powerful Trixie, Trixie needs her eight hours please. Is that okay?” she rubs her hooves against your chest, making the most adorable pout face you’ve ever seen at you.
You tap your finger against your chin, faux contemplating. “Tell ya what,” you say while booping her nose, “you can go to sleep, but we have to cuddle while we sleep. Deal?” You hold out your pinky in front of her.
“Deal.” She goes to lace her pinky around yours but, she doesn’t have any. She giggles as she realizes this and you soon fall on your back while you laugh with her.
She falls back too, grabbing your arm with her hoof and putting it around her. You get the idea and move in close to spoon her from behind. You put your other arm around her, holding her close while she grabs your cover laying it over the both of you.
Embedding your face into her neck, her backing her rump against your crotch, this is the first time you’ve cuddled someone in years since dropping into Equestria. Albeit you’ve got the best equine in bed with you right now.
Soon, Trixie falls asleep, leaving you awake to watch her stomach rise and fall as she breathes peacefully. Not long after, you join her in gleeful slumber as well.
You can’t wait to see how the morning goes…