The night was young and dark, clear skies left starless by the man-made lights below. The orange tint that permeated the blackness above lent itself to the festive atmosphere of the evening, as though nature itself had decided to help honor the holiday. The night would be long, the celebrations could easily carry on until the sunrise found them; there were things to do and the raging desire to see them done. Whether it be mischief or magic or something else entirely remained to be seen, but what came was guaranteed to be extraordinary. Some called it Nightmare Night, Devil's Night to others- but Halloween encompassed it all, and all that could be implied dwelled within.
Down a well-manicured lane that led to the spacious mansion in the center of the estate, festooned with lit jack-o-lanterns that gave their wicked smiles, traveled a large group of costumed women. From freshly adult eyes to more seasoned forms did they range, a gaggle of life and energy set to brimming. There was an excitement in the air, an electricity they struggled to describe. How could they? Was this not a party unlike any other, beckoning for them to come and celebrate? Halloween was a holiday tailor-made for the best kind of trouble, and they had plenty of wickedness in mind.
Applejack looked about the great host of women and took them in, a multitude of color and shape and vibrancy. They had all been mailed the same invitation at the start of the month, a gold-trimmed letter bearing the symbols of the famed Sirens that requested their presence at "The greatest Halloween party ever." The drinks were to be free, the food was to be free, with only a trio of conditions set for entry to all guests: A costume of particular steaminess must be worn, all guests must be accompanied by at least a plus-one, and -most mysteriously- 'all inhibitions must be left at the door.'
Applejack looked about at her fellow companions, mulling over the requirements her invitation had demanded of her. Lips pursed, face screwed in concentration as she tried to wonder just what exactly the final condition had been demanding of her. She'd known the Sirens for only a short time and the depths of her intimacy with them was not thorough. But they rarely ever came out and openly stated their most important desires, speaking in riddles rather than making an explicit request. So what were they up to..?
"What's wrong, AJ?" A gloved hand fell gently upon her shoulder, beckoning the freckled blonde to turn from her musings and instead focus on the soft features of the young woman beside her. The sweetly smiling visage she took in was Apple Bloom, her only sister and eager for this first foray into her adulthood life. Delighted to be the recipient of her older sibling's plus-one request, she'd done nothing but dote on the older farmgirl since, as though she felt the need to pay back such a gift.
"I'm alright, don't you worry none," Applejack said warmly, her own gloved hand coming to rest upon her sister's as she smiled. "Just thinking about the invitation, that's all."
"What about it? You still trying to figure out that last condition?" The young redhead guessed.
"Mmm. It's just an odd thing to say, you know?" Applejack remarked. "I mean, I get the Halloween costume bit-"
"Even requiring it to be sexy?"
"- And yeah, even that. Adagio and her sisters are dirty-minded as all get-out," the blonde continued. "I just don't what they mean by inhibitions, is all. What are they planning?"
"Maybe they just want us to have fun, is all," Apple Bloom offered innocently, though the creeping smile on her lips suggested she didn't entirely believe it. "I mean... look at what we're wearing. It definitely looks good on you."
"Hush, you," Applejack said, giving her sister a shove but smiling all the same. It hadn't been her inspiration that had brought the idea about, a chance encounter with Sweetie Belle and Rarity delighting in their own invitations seeing it come to life. What currently adorned her form was akin to a schoolgirl's uniform but given a heady dose of something magical, a green collar about her neck with green trim to the blouse that gave ample viewing of her supple, freckled cleavage, the edge of it tied together by a bright-pink bow. Wearing white gloves with an emerald trim and a short, frilly skirt the color green, it was certainly not her customary attire, and more revealing of her most delicious assets than what she typically wore. But the feeling of Apple Bloom's eyes on her bare skin, the sight of her delighted smile... Goosebumps, Applejack thought happily.
Apple Bloom knew she had struck gold, her smile becoming something lidded and teasing. "Well... what do ya think of mine, sis?" She asked, giving a quick twirl; a carbon copy of her sibling's attire but with all the green replaced by a deep red, her more miniscule chest made up for by the magnificence of her bottom that spilled out from beneath her tiny miniskirt. Succulent, rounded flesh with a solitary freckle on the right cheek as though begging to be pinched...
Applejack gazed contentedly at her sister's glorious ass, a dim smile on her face. "It looks good," she said dazedly.
"Well, I wore it just for you," Apple Bloom giggled, leaning in and giving her sister a hug. "I think these Sailor costumes were perfect for tonight. We look great!"
"You both certainly do, darling," interjected the lilting voice of Rarity. Walking just a bit ahead and arm-in-arm with Sweetie Belle, she and her plus-one wore the colors of Neptune and Uranus, Rarity's low neck allowing her to show off her stately bust while the uniform accentuated her ample curves- Sweetie wearing the colors of the magical woman and barely able to do so, her priceless bottom and unparalleled breasts hardly contained within the Sailor colors. "Just look at us! We'll be the talk of the party for certain!"
"You sure you ain't talking about you?" The farmgirl remarked, giving the sensuous fashionista a cocked eye. "You definitely got all excited to wear this thing..."
"Well, a lady does need to enjoy how she looks, doesn't she?" Rarity said lightly. "Would you agree, Sweetie?"
The loveliest of the Sailor girls gave a pleasant smile and brought a finger to her lips to ponder the question- as though it needed pondering!
"Well... it definitely doesn't hurt," the young beauty said slowly, her smile cheeky as her eyes came aglow when they fell upon Rarity's beauteous figure. "Especially when it's you, Rarity."
The beautiful seamstress made a delighted sound and leaned in to kiss her sister's cheek. "You're too sweet, darling, as always," she cooed, putting an arm about Sweetie's waist to keep her close. "Oh, we'll have so much fun tonight!"
"With no inhibitions!" Sweetie added, setting the two to giggles. The lovely, costumed siblings turned from their companions and carried on walking towards the luxurious abode that awaited them, well-entwined and flicking playfully at each other's skirts- if not the bottomflesh that lay just beneath the frilled layer.
Applejack gave a startled look, gazing over at Apple Bloom who had dissolved into a stream of silent giggles at the sight. Apparently, Sweetie and Rarity had solved the siren riddles well before they had.
As if to tease their own solving of the mystery, the gloved hands of the sweethearted farmgirls found one another and fingers became wrapped, a gentle union as they strode along. The touch was warm, even through their gloves. Applejack's freckled face went a shade of red akin to her sister's skirt and she made herself look away, eyes gazing through the group of girls with whom she traveled.
They were certainly very interesting, and very- well, maybe 'interesting' wasn't quite the word to describe them correctly. Twilight and her mother were happily chatting away about something she couldn't quite hear, had decided to arrive in matching costumes as Elastigirl and Violet from The Incredibles, tight-fitting fabric doing wonders at accentuating their physical traits, whether they be the most minor or most supreme. Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo had hardly said a word, both dressed as a pair of sultry succubi and merely sauntering along so as to let their finely sculpted bottoms jiggle with every step they took. Traveling as a chatty, joyous trio were Sunset, Pinkie, and Fluttershy, each elegantly dressed in the colors of a princess; looking like Mario characters, if Applejack knew much of anything. All in all, quite a menagerie of young women, all of them eager to head to their destination and see the night begin.
The mansion broke through the trees that lined the lane, it's bright lights of numerous colors alive and ready to greet the lovely group as they came forth, a veritable stream of people already inside with plenty more heading to the entrance.
"Wow," Apple Bloom murmured, taken a bit aback by the sheer number of the crowd. "There's... a lot of people here. They must have invited half the town."
"Sounds about right. Adagio and the others always do like grandstanding," was her sister's reply. True to form, the showboating Sirens had made sure to see that their glorious mansion was decorated in all the finest, eeriest decor imaginable. Bright colors of orange and purple loomed outside the windows on candle wicks; snarling pumpkins dwelled in the bushes to leer at newcomers. The sound of music pulsed, the smell of fine treats and alcohol beckoned for them to enter. So much was ahead of them...
The group of women came to the door and found themselves temporarily stopped by the bouncer, he checking their names in a slow drone that spoke to it already being a long evening for the man. With little more than a blank state, each of them was allowed inside to witness the fullness of the festivities.
"Wow..." The Apple sisters gasped as they entered the sprawling mansion, a fantastic board for the evening's game to be played upon. Everywhere they looked was a life and vibrancy of color, costumed figures flitting this way and that, the sound of merry chatter echoing across and through every space they saw. There was so much to take in that the fullness of it all felt enormous, if not intimidating. Just how were to they begin?
"Isn't that Flitter and Cloudchaser up there on the second floor?" Apple Bloom said, pointing to a pair of girls dressed as Anna and Elsa. "The cheerleader twins?"
"I think so- hey, there's Trixie! Is that really Fleur on her arm?" Applejack remarked.
"There's Diamond with her mom and Silver Spoon- weird..."
"No way- that's Cadance! And she's with that old bat of a principal!"
"No way!" Apple Bloom had only been told small snippets from Twilight's time at the Academy, but the horror stories about its former headmistress were palpable even still. The idea that Cinch and Cadance were here together, of all places-!
Sister looked upon sister and wondered where on earth to even start. "This is either gonna be the best party ever... or the worst," Apple Bloom mused.
"How about we hope for the former, just to be safe?" Applejack replied.
"An excellent answer," came a pleased voice. The two farmgirls turned from each other and realized their hostesses had come upon them. Adagio, Aria, and Sonata stood there in their midst to greet their friends and newcomers. "Well, hello, ladies. Might we introduce ourselves properly for this evening?"
Author's Note
Well, not a perfect start, but a decent one.
How about we make this fun? I've set the storyline for you to partake in; why not my readers decide which they want to see first? Comment below which pairings you're most eager to know about, and I'll provide.
Enjoy, I guess. Happy Spooky Season!
She examined the gold-trim envelope in her hand, scrutinizing the invitation that had only moments ago been within it. Such a strange thing for her to have been given, especially since she'd never known the invitee for very long. A mere, momentary connection that had been forged only due to connection to another. But still, Fleur-de-Lis found her name stamped onto the partly invite in brilliant ink, awaiting her RSVP.
The beautiful model was only beginning to consider all the avenues of possibility that awaited her if she went when she felt the strong hand of another resting upon her shoulder, the fine hairs of locks that were not her own brushing her right cheek. A small glance over and she saw colors of pale blue hair.
"So they sent you one, too?" Trixie asked, her tone conveying a sense of surprise.
"It would seem so," Fleur said, giving the letter to her girlfriend to examine. "Such a strange thing, is it not? Only once have we met."
Trixie gave the invite a quick lookover and the shrugged. "They know you're the Great and Powerful Trixie's girlfriend," she said simply, "and that Trixie would refuse to go if her main squeeze wasn't invited also. It would be very insulting."
"Then that is very kind of them. I'll be sure to thank them," Fleur replied. "Darling, I look at this invitation... what do they want us to do with our costumes? I do not understand why they want us to be- 'sexy.'"
Trixie gave her usual smug smirk and waves away the concern with a flick of her hair. "The Dazzlings are performers, and very good ones- even if Trixie is much better. Any good performer knows you have to make a splash for it to be any fun!"
"But why does being fun have to mean I'm sexy?"
"Because it's way more fun that way! Especially when there are no- 'inhibitions,'" Trixie said cheerily. "And since we'll be going as a couple, we'll have to wear something that matches!"
"Matching? What for?"
The gorgeous magician's grin deepened as she leaned in closer, a hair's breadth in between them. "So everyone at the party will know that the magnificent, gorgeous French supermodel belongs to the Great and Powerful Trixie- and to her alone," she breathed. "You know Trixie is possessive. And heaven forbid anyone tries to take you from me."
"As if I would ever dare choose anyone else, my darling," Fleur replied, feigning shock. "The very idea of such a thing!"
"Mmm... but what if Trixie needs convincing?"
"Then I am happy to provide, mon amour," Fleur whispered, closing the gap between them to see their plump lips meet in a kiss. They let their moment be soft, affectionate rather than their usual sultry steaminess that so often permeated their affections. Fleur leaned in deeper, Trixie's eyes closed and a soft coo escaped from her heart. Slowly did they break apart, glad to look into each other's eyes and relish this new adventure set before them. "What sort of costumes did you have in mind?"
The lovely showwoman's smile grew wide and she settled herself against the form of her sleek paramour, ensuring no chance of escape. "Well, if the Dazzlings want us to come as something sexy... why don't we give them everything they're asking for and more? Like any good performer always should."
Fleur overlooked the mansion entrance from her place along the second floor, watching as the great throng of color and human shape made their way across, through one another. There could easily have been over a hundred different individuals that passed before her eyes in the span of a few seconds, not even accounting for all those who she’d already seen enter and make their way into this labyrinth of a mansion already. So many different people and costumes and ideas there before her, all of them made for a night to end all nights…
“Incredible,” the beautiful model murmured.
Trixie, more occupied with the contents of her glass, didn’t catch the sounds that escaped her girlfriend’s lips. “Something wrong, babe?” She asked, pouring back her tequila in an instant.
Fleur smiled. “No, darling. Nothing is wrong. I’m just surprised at all the people here,” she said, gesturing to the throng down below. “Adagio and her sisters must have invited hundreds of people to come and make merry.”
Trixie smirked as she recalled their entry into the fray, meeting the three superstars and fawning over their sumptuous attire as beautiful harem girls. The first taste of what tonight could offer. “They always did like to show off,” she drawled, coming over to her beloved’s side. “Kinda like yours truly. Maybe they did it to win you over.”
“Win me over? They know you, silly!” Fleur replied.
“Mmm, and they could get Trixie to do just about whatever they want,” the sultry magician purred, “except get me to leave you. But with the way you’re looking now, what on earth could make the Horny and Needy Trixie want anyone but you? Is there anything hotter than you?”
Fleur rolled her eyes. More used to formal attire than anything sensuous in her career, the costume suggestion Trixie had offered for them both was something she’d held with trepidation. A bunnysuit? Really? With the ears and cuffs and collar? The violet colors she’d been offered was something she’d been slow to accept at first, worried that such a look would demean her fashionable career; she was a popular model for brands of elegance, after all. But she’d thrown it on all the same, letting the tight fabric accentuate her majesty in all the right places. It was nice to feel sexy, what with the leggings and excess cleavage she had to offer. But being paired with Trixie, having that pale-blue bunny beside her to fawn and need her? That had been enough to convince her that this night was worthwhile. Enjoyable, even.
“You are too sweet, darling,” Fleur said, gifting Trixie’s painted lips their third kiss of the night; the first two had been for show at Adagio’s insistence, the Siren wanting to see Trixie and her girlfriend be affectionate. “So have you enjoyed yourself so far?”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie has had a wonderful time with her flawless girlfriend,” she crowed. “We’ve had free drinks, tasty food, and even got to see a little scandal. What more could we want?”
“Scandal? We only saw two women kissing in the hallway,” Fleur said confusedly.
Trixie, however, continued to hold her smirk. “Yeah, but you don’t know who those girls are. That was Luna and Celestia-”
“They seemed very much in love-”
“They’re sisters, and even work at the same school,” the performer added.
Now that the beautiful model did not know, eyes wide as she took in her companion’s smug smile. She’d only seen two extraordinary women deeply entwined in affection, dressed as Sailor girls from a show she’d known as a girl and passionately making out in a secluded hallway- the intrusion had been accidental, only for a moment! Never in all her life would she have guessed that the two were- were- well.
“Are you teasing me, Trixie? It would not be the first time,” Fleur inquired. A hand reached out for a glass of gin that passed by on a server’s tray, perhaps needing such liquid to help with the shock. “You do so love to spin a yarn.”
“Hey! All of Trixie’s stories are true, sort of,” the pale-haired beauty protested, almost a little displeased that her word was not taken as bond. “Luna and Celestia ran my high school when I was a kid, they were a big deal. A lot of people liked them. Trixie never would have guessed they were gay for each other, though…” The words were allowed to die, petering out into the air as the two ladies took in the Halloween crowd and mulled over this wild revelation. “It’s weird that they’re even here. The thought that the Dazzlings invited them…”
“Maybe they wanted to be friendly to old teachers?” Fleur offered.
Trixie pulled a face and shrugged. “Maybe,” she said, “but not likely. Luna and Celestia constantly had to discipline the Dazzlings when they were in school, heaven knows what county bureaucrat made sure they graduated. Trixie would bet they weren’t supposed to.”
“Maybe Adagio and her sisters slept with them to graduate,” Fleur suggested, by no means certain that her words held any merit. “Maybe this is a thank-you for being able to get their careers started?”
The lovely magician considered the thought, mulling it over. “Hmm… Trixie does suppose that could be true,” she offered. “If they’re horny enough to want each other, a trio of barely-legal sisters probably wouldn’t be out of bounds.” Then came a pause, a thought of consideration. “Maybe they had an orgy… a really wet, dirty, nasty orgy…”
Fleur could see the gleam in her beloved’s eyes and she began to smirk. Trixie’s vivid imagination was being put into play, conjuring up scenarios of steamy goodness that were available for her desires to feed upon. Though she did her best to satisfy the longings of the one she loved, it had been quite a while since she’d come to accept that the machinations of Trixie’s mind were difficult to match; she could only give her best and love her all the same. “Does the thought of five sisters making love turn you on, my darling?” She teased.
“Trixie would be stupid not to be turned on,” Trixie replied shamelessly, giving her luscious locks a shake and setting her bunny body to shimmering beneath the light. “It makes her wonder what sort of fun the two of us would have if we’d ever be able to join in…” The two beauties laughed together, embarrassed by their silly fantasies just as much as they were excited by them. It was harmless and stupid, but it didn’t bother them in the slightest to let such mental images come to life.
“My darling Trixie, you are instatiable,” Fleur said, giving her paramour’s nose a small kiss. “I would almost believe that I am not enough to make you happy.”
Now that got real attention, Trixie’s good humor vanishing in an instant at the mere suggestion of Fleur’s supposed inadequacy. “What? Not a chance. Who could make me happier than you?” She said, all her ego dropping when faced with such words. “Tri- … I love you. You make me happy, and- and I don’t want anyone else. I promise.”
“I was only teasing, my darling,” Fleur assured her, kissing her cheek and leaving a violet mark of lipstick upon it. “But it is good to know all the same.”
Trixie smiled, a bit red-faced at such warmth from her darling and the swiftness with which she’d cast aside her honorifics. “Trixie will… be more composed next time,” she said, giving her buxom body a shake. “Shall we head elsewhere? The whole mansion is waiting for us. Maybe Trixie will have to give a few people a little show!”
Fleur nodded in agreement, and offered up an arm draped in a black glove to be taken. “Together,” she said.
The mansion seemed to sprawl on forever, the two infatuated ladies finding themselves twisting this way and that as they explored. How many rooms were there to be found, how many people within these seemingly endless halls? They couldn’t even begin to guess, much less even wonder. The luxury in which they dwelled may well go on forever, constantly creating and adding more avenues for them to enjoy. Were any of these people they met even real? Trixie half-wondered if much of what she saw was instead a specter rather than a person, a machination of the walls bringing forth a facsimile of life rather than something real. An intriguing thought, if it were so; there were so many faces that were so lovely, so many eyes that fell upon them hand-in-hand and gave approval to their romance. More than a few even seemed to egg it on.
“Trixie likes these people,” the beauteous, blue-haired woman remarked as yet another couple passed by, blowing her and Fleur kisses as they went. “Maybe they want to see us enjoy ourselves, don’t you think?”
“It is very strange,” Fleur murmured, watching the women go on to some pleasure beyond them. “Everyone here is in such a good mood. I’ve not seen a frown yet.”
“Why would they be unhappy? The Delectable and Yummy Trixie is with her favorite person…” The magical girl drawled, smirking all the while. “And Trixie is very much in the mood to make her girlfriend happy.”
“But you make me happy already, darling!” Fleur replied sweetly. She hated the thought that her beau might not believe such things.
Trixie’s smile only widened at the remark. “Good,” she said slowly, “Because Trixie wants to make sure everyone else knows it, too.” Her hand, only moments ago tightly bound about the model’s wrist, released as she began to pace backwards, her eyes gleaming amidst the constant flow of light all about them. Her slightly tanned features made them pop like light amidst darkness, the smoldering color within beckoning for their paramour to come hither. She was in a trancing mood, the witching powers within making known their ability; a solitary finger that beckoned for the French beauty to follow after was all it took to see the spell take root, and like a willing thrall did Fleur comply… even if she giggled all the while.
“Where are we going?” Fleur inquired, watching intently as the decadent body of her girl began to sway this and that. Trixie was lovely, delicious to her senses, able to put what curves and lines she possessed to work in the best of ways..!
“Oh… to somewhere, Trixie supposes,” the gorgeous magician mused, though her steps seemed to carry on as though she knew what lay at their journey’s end. “Maybe it will be super good and lovely for us, don’t you wish? Trixie certainly wants to make it good for you.”
The sight of a darkened doorway came into view somewhere behind those blue ears, a dark shadow surrounded by a threshold of orange and gold. Trixie let her smug look deepen before she twisted about and strode through, her silhouette shrouded in shadow until it seemed she had disappeared.
Fleur hesitated. What was this? Certainly this was a game of some kind, but like nothing she’d come across before. How could Trixie seemingly disappear right before her eyes? “Sweetheart? My darling?” She called into the sheet of black.
“It’s only a shroud, babydoll,” Trixie’s voice called, a teasing, lilting sound. “Come on in! Your favorite person wants to give a special show, just for you. Oh, but… you won’t mind if others get to watch, right? It’s just too magical for only one pair of eyes to see! They just won’t get to… participate, that’s all.”
The abalone-haired woman hesitated. This was all so strange… but her beloved’s voice was not something foul and sinister, simply the same sort of teasing tone that always came before their most promiscuous of romps. Yet Trixie wanted others to watch; what a strange concept! Fleur hardly knew how to manage the idea. But she alone was to ‘participate,’ as it had been put.
“Are- are you sure, my darling?” She asked.
“Of course! Now come on in… the Sinful and Sexy Trixie is waiting for you..!”
With a slight hint of trepidation, Fleur took a step forward just as she took a breath, her feet pushing into shadow that seemed almost material. Darkness clouded her vision, blackness all about her until every sense she possessed registered that she was everywhere and yet nowhere wherever she looked- but only for the briefest of moments! As though transported from here to somewhere else entirely, Fleur felt the vacuum about her world disappear. From the shadow did she come, feeling light surround her. Before her was a grand platform stage teeming with moving lights, a singular metallic pole at its center and clearly meant to be the focus of her attentions. A crowd was about the stage at its base, chattering excitedly as if they knew what to expect better than Fleur could hope to imagine. A few glances were directed at her, some tittering and laughing amongst themselves as the game began to play out. They knew the secret, not she… she was only meant to be the recipient, after all!
“And here Trixie was worrying you’d be too scared!” The teasing, tantalizing voice called out from speakers she couldn’t see, echoing across floor and stage and wall in every direction. Fleur tried to pinpoint the source and came up blank. How had Trixie managed all this so quickly? Had she planned this? “Don’t be nervous… The Great and Powerful Trixie might even ask for you to join her onstage for an… encore performance. If you promise to be a good audience!” The words came to an end with a playful, almost menacing giggle.
The lights that flickered about the stage went dark. A spotlight fell from above and came to rest on the corner, showcasing Trixie standing there with the best of her assets in full display: body bent to as to showcase her slim cleavage, rump pushed back to accentuate the tight fabric, the gleaming corset stretched taught and giving hint of the abs beneath. Her eyes popped thanks to her eyeshadow, her plump blue lips puckered as she blew a kiss, those fine legs wrapped in dark garters as she strode forward.
Fleur had seen her naked many times before; had slept with her, made love with her. What she saw now had the capability of making her jaw drop, the beautiful model left agape by this glorious new sight. Trixie was heading towards the pole in the center of the stage as though- as if-!
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Trixie called out, her wild voice echoing across the small concert hall. “You are about to witness a most marvelous performance, the likes of which you’ve never seen before! You see, the Great and Powerful Trixie is very deeply, passionately in love…”
The whole crowd made a sound of gentle delight, as though on cue. Fleur was left flabbergasted.
“… But she wonders: does her favorite girl even truly know? Trixie is not always the best girlfriend,” she carried on. “So Trixie has decided to make sure her most favorite person in all the world knows just how deeply she is appreciated! For today, Trixie will give her the best show in town, and her favorite person will get to come up onstage and enjoy the encore performance herself! Doesn’t that sound grand?”
As the crowd cheered, Trixie’s bright eyes sought out Fleur in their midst, settling upon them as the most dazzling smile broke across her blue lips. A long, sensuous stretch she gave, body showcased in fullness of clothing for one last time, before she leaned back against the stripper pole and began her dance.
Fleur knew her girlfriend to promptly begin with bombast, always running right out of the gate and into a fiery display of her showmanship. But this performance began slowly, timed to a gentle rhythm of a beat that emanated from the very walls themselves. Trixie held one hand about the sheet of metal as she let her body undulate, fine figure rippling beneath the sheen of her costume. There was not an ounce of her to be missed, a curve or asset that could be ignored. She had Fleur’s attention with ease- the rest of the crowd in moments. What she did now was a tasting, allowing her audience to know what she possessed and would soon be shown in full.
Her hand fast about her centerpiece, Trixie allowed herself a slow saunter about it, hips properly shaken with every step she took. Heels clicked against the hard ground to accentuate the movement, a circumventing of this small sphere until she was right back around to where she had begun. Good; now the crowd had seen every side of her. But perhaps a little more wouldn’t hurt…
Both hands about the pole and she brought herself close, lithe legs clinching about it so she could lean back, Trixie’s upper cleavage taking forefront just above her shimmering hair- then back up, hugging tightly to the core of her performance and giving those present a dazzling smile. They were rapt now, and she was eager to provide more.
Hips rocked against her pole, a circular motion to provide a look upon her juicy ass. Dark beneath her leggings, stretching the fabric tight-
Trixie whirled about and her face was smoldering; a hand on the zipper of her corset, playing with it as though deciding whether or not to be brave- and then a quick flash, metal seeing liquid garment undone and allowing luscious breasts to spill forth.
Fleur gasped as the crowd cheered; she’d seen this woman’s body before, yes, but never like this! Nothing like this at all! So open and daring, for everyone to see. Yet the performance was for her, the body made for her, to be enjoyed by no other..!
The magical woman retracted the zipper back to its safe position, concealing the wonders beneath… but only for a moment. She saw it back down again, this time letting the corset fall from her body and the whole of her chest be laid bare. Succulent, juicy jugs that jiggled with every movement she made, Trixie cupped her breasts in her grasp and slowly began to feel them up- even giving a small moan as fingers flicked over hardening nipple!
Sinking down to her knees as she continued her self-pleasure, the glorious woman squeezed her chest; mounds pooched forward and beckoned for the crowd to look upon them, perhaps even dare come forward and give them a touch. One bold young lady even dared to reach out a hand- only for Trixie to jerk back, a smile on her face as she silently admonished the daring woman. The body she possessed was meant only for one soul and no other, never to be felt or touched by any other alive. So when Trixie’s lidded eyes fell on the awestruck Fleur, of course it was a summons. There was dirty work to be done onstage, and a good magician always needed a willing assistant.
This was not her realm, her favored methods. Fleur was a rather self-conscious woman despite her modeling career, private in her affairs and most especially in her affections. But tonight, of all nights, was seeing her come undone. There was a lovely woman that she adored up there on stage, who just so happened to be beseeching her abilities. So even though her legs quivered as she took those first steps onto the stage, Fleur came forward until she was face-to-face with Trixie. Hands gently came to cup the breasts of her beloved, giving them a squeeze at the magician’s eager insistence. At first, tenderly; then ferociously, a strange spell upon her. All these people could see her perform this work and their cheers egged her on. They wanted to see she and Trixie enjoy each other!
“Now, give us a kiss,” Trixie moaned, leaning forward to be mouth-to-mouth with her beauty. Lips crashed together, hungering tongues found each other in a delicate dance that remained hidden for only so long until spillage came to pass; entwined saliva fell from their hearty licks and spattered upon their breasts. So incensed did they become with their kissing that even Fleur couldn’t suppress her moans, the sound of it somehow echoing across the stage and out for the crowd to hear…
She was pushed down. Back made to fall against the hard floor, the luxurious model was pinned down by the loveliness of her magical girlfriend. When prying fingers came to the zipper of her own corset and made her flawless chest be free, she hardly recognized nor cared. What happened to her form now seemed irrelevant in the face of what spell Trixie had placed upon her. She needed to be kissed even more, relished even further… oh, who would be bothered by so many eyes? How could she even care?
“And for my next trick,” Trixie declared, “I’m going to need the aid of my favorite assistant!” And without further ado did she rip away the fullness of Fleur’s attire, leaving not even the gloves to remain. Leggings were gone, panties that had been tightly held fast by costume were no longer, everything she had worn was set aside as the obstacles they were.
Fleur wondered if she was drunk. Looking at Trixie openly strip before a hooting crowd, naked form laid bare for the world to see, dripping slit practically a gushing waterfall in anticipation for what was about to transpire. She’d never done anything like this before- neither of them had, really. But as Trixie came to settle in between her legs, she could only laugh in delight rather than feel the slightest droplet of shame. This was so new, so indecent… so amazing!
The first foray of tongue that crashed against her lower lips made her gasp aloud, and the several that came next were no gentler. As Fleur began her performance with the woman she loved, all sight and senses fled from her so that she might greater enjoy the ecstasy. Surely this was not going to be a one-act performance! No, Trixie had greater and grander things planned, and this was only the beginning- the first wave.
And if so, who was she not to be a willing assistant?
Author's Note
This shouldn't have taken as long as it did, but all Hell has broken lose. Between hurricanes and loss of income and God knows what else I can't even remember right now, it's been a rough fall so far.
I'm not dead, nor do I plan to be. But heaven's sake, this is ridiculous. Pain doesn't come in waves, it comes in tsunamis.
But hey, enough of that. One pairing down, plenty more to last us for quite a while! Who do we want to see next that we've encountered? Let me know below.
