Quickfics and Assorted Boners

Trixie places her hooves on either side of your head as you lean forward. You can smell the scent of her wetness in front of you, and you have to bite your tongue to hold back a whimper.

"Trixie hopes you weren't planning on starting before praising her wonderfully exquisite body."

Her hoof pushes your face away ever so slightly, and you catch the almost imperceptible arching of her hips towards your face, causing you to stifle another murmur of anguished longing. Your tongue is melting in your mouth, so close you'd say anything to dive forward and bury your face in her...

You swallow and stare forward, unblinking, reciting from something in your head that needs no rehearsal.

"Mistress Trixie is exquisite, the most beautiful unicorn to every grace this disgrace of a town. I am not worthy to think of her, let alone to place my touch upon her body - but I beg of Trixie that I might use my worthless tongue to bring her pleasure, as the smallest repayment for her magnificent and alluring majesty."

Trixie grins, and lowers the brim of her hat over her eyes. She doesn't even bother to look at you before she waves with a hoof, gesturing between her legs.

"Very well. You may begin."

You shiver slightly as you lean forward. One part of you is screaming for your body to lurch forward, to bury your face in the warmth and wetness lingering inches away from your mouth - but the part of you in reverence of Trixie's allure holds back. Everything about her body is sublime - the curves of her sides cut through their air with their slender shape, and you can feel the ache of longing in every fibre of your being to run your hands over her softness - to feel the supple tenderness of her ass and the delicate texture of her fur.

Trixie makes a small 'hm'. You can't let her grow impatient.

The first touch of your tongue yields no response. You trace the tip around the outsides of her folds, breathing in the scent of her arousal and the taste of her skin. The pungent scent of her juice hitting your nose and taste buds makes delirious visions spin behind your eyes, and you lap harder than you mean to, pressing the full of your tongue over her slit. You almost cum when you hear her moan quietly.

The next few licks are more eager - you trace circles around her clit, reveling in the tiny sense of movement her body yields to yours when her hips rock slightly back and forth. She's not giving any indication she would bother to direct you - she knows if you don't take perfect care to please her, there's no chance of this continuing.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn't help yourself. The tip of your tongue presses against her engorged bud, and you groan into her pussy when you feel it press forward against your mouth. Taking the sign of reception as the firmest indication that Trixie might actually be pleased with your attention, you continue your motion, lapping firmly at her clit. Every once in a while you feel a small intangible tightness throughout her body, and a moan so inaudible you're not sure if you heard it. You're almost slavering with desire. You want to make her feel good, you need to show her that you can please her. With your tongue still on her clit, you raise one of your hands with a finger extended–

Trixie's hoof stops your hand inches away from her quivering entrance.

"Mouth only, or Trixie will be very upset."

You nod wordlessly, and lower your arm. Your tongue returns to action in full strength, licking up and down her vagina, circling around her clit before pressing down, lapping up as much of her juice as you can. With your enthusiasm, your fingers might not have been necessary anyway.

"Trixie is far from impressed."

The words hit your ears and make your cock twitch in aroused shame. The feel of a hoof on your head, running through your hair and tracing the sides of your ears prompts you to push your face further forward, sucking on Trixie's love-button like a colt suckling for milk.

"Trixie is ashamed that s-she's going to cum from such a... pathetic effort."

Her tone is unwavering and faltering at the same time. The subtlest change in inflection makes you feel ready to explode. You catch yourself grinding your hips forward as the rest of your body moves, lapping like a hungry dog at the dripping slit underneath your mouth

"Trixie... suggests you don't stop any time soon or... your punishment will be... substantial..."

The pauses for breath replace your own lack of oxygen. You've forgotten to breathe, living entirely off the smell of the aroused mare underneath your lips. You're awash in a sea of imminent ecstasy, and nothing in the world could make you stop, not even the pleas of your brain for oxygen. They're replaced by something else in the front of your mind. Please. Please cum. You need Trixie's orgasm more than she does, you feel like you're ready to explode from the sensations the slightest arches of her back are sending through you, your pants are chafing against your skin as you rock back and forth...

Trixie's body stops suddenly, freezing in place stiffer than a board. You don't stop your tongue for a moment, and you moan loudly when her hooves hit the back of your head, slamming you face first into her slit. You stopped breathing a while ago, and stars are swimming in front of your eyes. You feel the clenches of her lips next to your face, and a splash of moisture on your nose as your eyes fall shut in the haze of blackness creeping from the lack of oxygen...

She releases your head, and you fall backwards, gasping for air. Trixie simply sits back, moving demurely as though she didn't just spray your cheeks with her girlcum. She adjusts the brim of her hat as you lay on the ground, achingly hard and still arching your hips in response to the touch from her you haven't felt.

You don't dare to speak, but your eyes say enough. You blink, and look wearily down at your erection.

'Please,' you say without moving your lips.

Trixie turns her head with a whiff, and lowers herself down from her chair.

"Trixie feels you could use a great deal more practice. Trixie hopes you are more ready for your next visit."

As she turns, she tosses a half-hearted kick at your jeans with her hind leg. The tip of her hoof grazes your cock, and you jump. It's almost enough. So close.

Trixie closes the door behind her, leaving you alone with your frustrated arousal. All you can do is lay there, aching and needing and hoping that next time, if you do well enough... she might touch you.