The gentle rays of early morning sunshine peered in through the leaves of the many trees lining the trail leading into Ponyville, casting a haze of orange light that glowed in the morning mist. The tweets of birds and the whistling of a calm summer breeze filled the air, allowing an atmosphere of peace and tranquility to envelop the land.
Said peace and quiet was interrupted by a snapping twig, and the creak of a carriage being pulled by a huffing and puffing mare as she strained with the weight at her back.
"Grr... this... is the last time Trixie takes her show to those ungrateful McColts... I mean, please - a witch!?" Trixie scoffed, her hoof digging into the dirt as she approached a hill.
Burn marks and a few holes lined her flowing and majestic cape, where she'd been nearly speared by pitchforks or burned by torches, making her look all the more pitiful as she struggled to climb the hill. The showmare's wagon fared little better than she did, bearing several more burn marks and both windows broken by whatever bricks or other objects the ponies could throw at her.
Huffing as she pressed harder against her yolk, Trixie grit her teeth, "Oh, you should go do a show down at the McColt farm, Trixie... those ponies have never seen show magic before! They'll love you!" She grumbled, "Well you were bucking wrong, Starlight!" She shouted, before slipping and falling onto her face.
Unfortunately, with no more force keeping the wagon from rolling back down the hill, Trixie was treated to a face-full of dirt as she was dragged back down the few feet she'd managed to climb. Slowly lifting her now brown-coated muzzle, Trixie pouted.
"I am so getting her back for this..." She muttered, before getting back to her hooves and trying again.
It took her the entire day to get up the hill.
As she slowly lumbered her wagon into town, Trixie let out a sigh of relief. For the first time since arriving in said town, she felt no apprehension or fear for the townsponies reactions to her. It wasn't even because of her work to redeem herself and fix her damaged reputation. She was simply too tired to care what anypony else thought of her anymore. The prospect of getting off her sore hooves and resting for the night somewhere with a working shower, sounded absolutely lovely.
Having a friend who owed her after the Tartarus she'd put her through by recommending such a ridiculous show destination, Trixie made for the crystal castle right away. Even the heavy load on her back that felt like it only got heavier with each step she took, suddenly felt like little more than a minor distraction, with the prospect of taking a nice hot bath and sleeping for sixteen hours only being mere minutes away.
A few ponies still gave her the stink eye, while most others regarded her with barely a nod of acknowledgement, but she couldn't care less as she closed in on her destination. However, as she approached the front door of the castle, it quickly became quite clear that there was something amiss at the castle. The sun was setting off on the horizon, which would usually mean the winding down of activity for the ponies in and around the castle. However, the entire building was bustling with activity, mares and stallions alike darting in and out of the front doorway in a panic.
As Trixie pulled her wagon to the side of the castle and unhitched herself, she raised an eyebrow at the antics she was seeing. She'd never seen so many ponies running in and out of Twilight's castle, and the sight of such panic in all of their eyes only made her confusion turn to concern. What if something world ending was happening? What if the changelings were bad again? What if something happened to Starlight?
The concern for her best friend quickly ushering her forward, Trixie trotted up the steps of the castle, narrowly dodging Derpy, Roseluck, and Nurse Redheart as the three mares barreled past her. Trixie glanced after them for a moment before heading inside and finding, to her surprise, Starlight just there in front of her. The light purple unicorn mare was barking orders like a drill sergeant, making Trixie tilt her head to the side in even further confusion.
"Tempest, you and Rainbow will take the East end of town! Fluttershy and Pinkie will meet you both at the North end once your sweep is done. Remember, if you find him, immediately let the rest of us know and stay with him!" Starlight announced, receiving a professional salute from the tall, mulberry unicorn mare and her rainbow-maned companion.
Both mares quickly turned and darted out the front door, leaving the already puzzled Trixie even more confused as Starlight moved right over to the next mares in the foyer.
"Okay, Rarity and AppleJack, you two will start back over at Sweet Apple Acres since AJ knows it better than anypony. Sweep to the South and meet up with Roseluck, Derpy, and Nurse Redheart." Starlight ordered, receiving a pair of salutes once more.
As AppleJack and Rarity charged out the door, Trixie quickly trotted over to Starlight.
"Starlight! What the hay is going on!?" She questioned.
"Trixie! Oh thank Faust you're here! Something has happened to Anon and Twilight's got her entire herd looking for him. She asked me to help-" Starlight began, but Trixie quickly interrupted.
"Who's Anon?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Starlight frowned, "Anon? The tall, bipedal creature? He's been the talk of the town for like... the past few weeks..." She trailed off, "Oh, that's right. You were down South at the McColt farm! How was that, by the-"
"Terrible!" Trixie interrupted again, "Awful! They ran me out of town for being a 'witch'!" She exclaimed, nearly dropping her signature hat off her head in the process.
"O-Oh..." Starlight replied, before seeing Twilight enter behind the stagemare, "L-listen, I'm really sorry it didn't go well, Trixie, but we'll have to talk later. I need to go with Twilight." She replied, hopping off the table she was standing on.
"W-wait! Trixie is still upset with you!" Trixie screeched, an aghast look on her face.
"I'll apologize later!" Starlight called over her wither as she trotted out the doorway with Twilight.
Just like that, all the hustle and bustle of the castle was gone, and everypony was gone. Trixie glanced back and forth in the otherwise empty and silent hall, her lips pursed and her brow furrowed in a frown as she was left alone once more.
"Fine then! Trixie didn't want to chew you out anyway!" Trixie exclaimed, flippantly sighing as she turned away from the entrance.
Trixie didn't know exactly who or what this "Anon" creature was and frankly, she didn't care. The only thing that she knew was that she desperately needed a hot bath, and with the entire castle vacant, she would have no trouble acquiring a guest room to utilize. However as she walked over to the staircase leading upstairs, she found the prospect of climbing up a flight of steps to be utterly unappealing, especially after such a long day. So it was with a quiet sigh that she walked over to one of the less lavish guest rooms on the ground floor.
Truth be told, "less lavish" was still leagues ahead of any kind of lavishness that Trixie was familiar with, and as she entered the guest suite of her choice, the last few rays of sunshine bled away behind the horizon, leaving a reddish-purple light spilling into the room through the window facing the Eastern horizon. The crystalline refractions of the window made an angular, hexagonal pattern of light appear on the floor.
Letting out a tired sigh, Trixie trudged over to the bathroom, her cloak and hat levitating over to a pair of coat racks mounted on the wall beside her. Her pink aura wisped away as she cut off her magic, only to reignite as she turned the knobs of the bathtub to release a deluge of cold water. She stopped at the side of the tub, her hoof reached under the stream of water until the temperature reached a level that was to her liking. She quickly plugged the drain with the attached cork and allowed the water to fill the tub.
Trixie brought her now damp hoof to her chin as her tongue danced behind her lips, her brow furrowed in thought over which bath bomb to use. After a few moments of careful consideration, she decided on lavender and plopped it into the tub. Light purple quickly colored the otherwise clear bathwater, turning to a mass of white, fizzy bubbles that called out to her. So it was with a sigh of relief that Trixie stepped into the tub one hoof at a time and laid on her back. The warm water slowly rose until it reached her neck, at which point she used her magic to turn both knobs back over, halting the flow of water.
As she relaxed into the water, Trixie felt all of her stresses and agitation slowly drift away, as if they were on a raft in the open ocean. The faint popping of bubbles kissed her fuzzy ears while the warmth of the water soaked into her fur, easing her tired muscles as well. The only thing missing from the experience was a pair of nice hooves to massage her neck, though she knew she wouldn't be getting any company for the foreseeable future.
"Pfft. What does she even care about this 'Anon' creature? She's not in his herd, Twilight is." Trixie grumbled, her mind drifting back to the way Starlight had avoided her.
The gentle, calming nature of the bath soon turned sour as Trixie's mind lingered back on the thoughts accosting her. How could her best friend set her up with such a botched show in the first place? How could she be so busy that she couldn't even stick around to take a verbal lashing for the pain and stress she'd caused Trixie!? It wasn't fair! She's always off gallivanting with Twilight and her friends, and Sunburst... soon enough she'd be in a herd with that turbo nerd stallion, and then she'd never see her best friend again.
Trixie growled as she grinded her teeth together. Loathe as she was to admit it, the thought of Starlight and Sunburst getting together gnawed at her almost daily. She held no ill will for the stallion, but by Celestia's beard, Starlight had beensmitten with him ever since they were foals. She'd just never worked up the teats to ask him out, but that day was coming.
Trixie shook her head and sank lower into the tub, her muzzle slipping under the surface just enough to keep her nostrils above water. She let out a long, low whistle underwater, blowing a series of bubbles that tickled her snout and brought a slight reprieve from the jealous thoughts filling her mind.
Trixie lifted her muzzle out of the water, a fresh wave of indignant thoughts on her mind, "-And Trixie will tell you what, there's no way-" She began, only to freeze as she heard a loud creak.
Sitting upright in her tub, Trixie stared through the open doorway, her ears perked forward as she listened intently for any signs of what could have made that sound. After a few seconds, she heard what she could only describe as a scraping sound mere seconds later, making her jump and splash some water out of the tub. Her hackles fully risen, Trixie only now realized that she'd been in the tub for quite some time, if the utter lack of daylight was any indication. Only the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the crystal windows gave her any semblance of light in the otherwise dark room.
Her horn lit up in a bright pink hue, turning the bathroom around her similarly pink as she slowly got out of the tub. Levitating a towel over to herself, Trixie dried herself off as best as she could without taking her eyes off of the doorway. Even so, water droplets cascaded off of her coat and fell to the crystal floor below, forming a puddle within seconds. She took measured and slow steps forward, each one leaving a hoof-shaped puddle of water behind as she slowly approached the doorway.
She heard grunting and what sounded like a heavy object fall to the floor in her room, making her jump. She shook with fear as a number of possible threats appeared in her mind. However, nothing could prepare her for just what exactly was on the other side of the door as she hesitantly peaked around the corner. Black chitin and swampy blue hair that could belong to none other than the Queen of the Changelings herself, Queen Chrysalis, appeared in her vision, making Trixie's heart stop. Worse yet, the form of the evil queen was lurching right toward her!
"Gah!" Trixie screeched, immediately turning tail and trying to run away.
However, in her haste, she didn't take the wetness of the floor into account, and promptly slipped after just a couple steps. She faceplanted onto the crystal floor and slid headfirst straight into the bathtub, where she promptly bonked her muzzle against its hard frame.
"Oh shit!" A voice cried out from behind her, but she gave it no heed as she struggled to her hooves.
Unfortunately, her scampering on a wet floor with wet hooves and a barely dry coat, only made the process of getting back up just that much harder, and she quickly tumbled to the floor once again, this time hitting her knee on the edge of the tub.
"Ow!" Trixie cried, nursing her throbbing muzzle and elbow as she writhed in pain on the wet floor.
"Are you okay?!" That same voice cried out, though this time Trixie was able to actually notice the distinctly masculine tone and concerned inflection it held. There was no way it was Chrysalis that was speaking.
Her eyes watering from the bumped snout, Trixie slowly turned her head to the source of the voice, her eyes going wide as she saw the human behind her for the first time. He towered over her by at least double her height, his imposing frame as impressive as it was filthy. Even compared to her state upon arriving in town, this human was utterly filthy. Dirt and grime were smeared all over his back and legs, and that was to say nothing of his sweaty and overall grimy appearance.
Trixie recoiled slightly as the absolute stench of sex permeated through the air, her bruised muzzle scrunching as her sinuses were attacked by the scent.
"I-I thought... Chrysalis..." Trixie muttered, glancing down to the doorway.
Anon blanched and held up his hands in the most placating manner he could, "Uh, yeah... look, it's a long story but I promise she isn't going to hurt anyone. Besides, she's conked out for... well, probably the rest of the night. If she didn't wake up while I dragged her over here, she isn't waking up any time soon." He explained, bashfully.
Trixie immediately felt the full force of her fear come back and she quickly started panting, "Oh no... oh no, she's here! She's right behind you! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my-" She hyperventilated, until Anon silenced her by placing his hand over her muzzle.
"It's okay! I promise. Like I said, she's out cold. I just... needed to get her somewhere safe before I got everyone back together and told them about her." Anon explained, slowly removing his hand from her muzzle.
If the smell of sex was strong before, it was absolutely pungent now, and Trixie's mind reeled as her sinuses and taste buds were subjected to a close proximity bombardment of pheromones and Anon's salty scent. Even despite her heart still hammering in her chest, she felt her nethers seize and a wave of euphoria rush down her spine. Her eyes blinked wildly as she struggled to comprehend just why her body was reacting so strongly, but she had no time to question as Anon quickly grabbed her head with both hands.
"Listen... I know you don't know me, but I need a massive favor from you." Anon told her, looking directly into her violet eyes.
"W-what do you need of Trixie?" Trixie asked, swooning slightly as she felt Anon's piercing gaze staring straight into her soul.
She felt herself getting lost in those chocolate irises of his, his voice like a soft serenade on her tired ears as he held her close. His fingers dug into her coat, promising a featherlight touch that no stallion could match. As his breath washed over her face, she found herself inhaling deeply, capturing as much of the sweet, salty scent that emanated from his tongue with each word he spoke. It was enough to make her form a puddle of her own that certainly wasn't water.
"-eed you to stay here and watch Chrysalis while I go get everyone that's out looking for me... I didn't want to just drag her over to them out there and get her attacked before I could explain." Anon finished, looking hopefully into her eyes.
"Mmhh? T-Trixie can do whatever you need her to, stud." Trixie mumbled, pawing at Anon's bare chest with her hoof.
As she touched his skin, she instantly became aware of the fact that he was, in fact, naked. Her eyes drifted south, taking in the view of the specimen before her, though her prize was obscured by a sudden hug from the tall man. Though she was upset about his pride being hidden from her, she found it utterly impossible to complain as he held her tight, his pheromones and scent absolutely flooding her nostrils.
"Alright, awesome. Thank you so much, uh.. Trixie, right?" Anon asked, having realized she was talking in third person.
"Mmhmm... Trixie can do anything you need... for a price." Trixie purred, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.
Anon groaned as he pulled away slightly from the hug, "Let me guess. You want me to fuck your brains out?" He deadpanned.
Trixie nodded before drawing her tongue up his shirtless chest.
"You know, it'd be a lot safer and easier for me to do that if I went and got everyone and then we banged after they were all back to make sure Chrysalis can't do anything when she wakes up." Anon rebutted.
Trixie pointedly ignored him and huffed his scent, her tongue drawing long, slow strokes up his chest as she tasted his salty essence. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to bury her snout in the one place on Anon’s body that was relatively clean.
"Trixie..." Anon muttered.
"You want Trixie's help? That is her price. Trixie was run out of town the other day and had to pull her carriage all the way back from some backwater halfway across Equestria. Trixie was enjoying a nice, hot bath to relax and ease her troubles away. Then you come barging in, scare the daylights out of her and expect her to watch the most dangerous villain in Equestria for you?" Trixie shot back, glaring up at Anon.
"I-I'm not saying 'no'! I'm just-" Anon tried to protest.
"Trixie's mind is made up. She hasn't had any action in months and you smell so bucking good that she's going to cum just from licking you. Now, what's it gonna be?" She demanded.
Anon slowly glanced back over to where the sleeping Chrysalis was still passed out on the floor next to the open window he'd carried her in through. With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, he turned back to Trixie and made up his mind.
"Fuck it." He announced, before grabbing a handful of her mane.
He yanked her head back enough to pull her soft lips from the nipple she'd started sucking on, much to her dismay, only to quickly silence her objections by mashing his lips against hers. The impact forced her to gasp, allowing easy access for him to shove his tongue into her mouth.
Trixie instantly went limp in Anon's arms, a throaty moan escaping her as Anon utterly dominated her. It wasn't that she was inexperienced, but the stress of the day, combined with the utterly euphoric endorphins flooding her mind as she was treated to a barrage of salty flavor straight from the tap, rendered her utterly helpless against Anon. Her forelegs fell limply to her sides as her eyes rolled back in her head, her own tongue weakly licking against the underside of Anon's as he traced her teeth and the top of her mouth.
The tickling sensation building up in her loins only increased ten-fold as Trixie was subjugated and dominated by this hulking, powerful man that held her in his arms as if she weighed nothing at all. Her mind swam in pleasure, but more than the bliss accosting her, she felt strangely safe in his arms, as if there was simply no way in the world he would ever hurt her. Even with a horrible and terrifying villain just a few paces behind him, she felt like nothing in the world could do her any harm.
"M-myah..." Trixie gasped, pulling away for a moment to catch her breath.
Her vision blurred as Anon leaned in close, planting soft kisses along her neck, down to her collar. Trixie bit her lip and panted through her nostrils as Anon's hand migrated south, teasingly tracing over her nipples for a brief moment, before heading even further down. She cried out in both ecstasy and surprise as Anon's fingertips brushed against her slit, her needy clit winking out to kiss the soft pads of his digits on instinct.
Smelling blood in the water, Anon rotated his hand and pressed his palm against her teats as he reached down with his index and ring finger. The digits sensually slipped into her syrupy folds, instantly becoming damp with her arousal as a string of her natural lubricant leaked down her thigh. Trixie's breath came in shaky gasps as Anon continued to kiss and nibble on her neck, somehow knowing her weakest spots before she could even tell him. The featherlight touch of his lips against her collar got her so hot and excited, while the tips of his fingers slipping into and out of her snatch made bolts of pleasure ricochet up her spine.
Trixie openly panted for air, her thoughts becoming even more drunk on Anon's scent as she inhaled him again and again. The further into the foreplay he went, the hotter and sweatier he got, making the effect that started as a trickle, cascade into a waterfall of lust that threatened to tear her entire mind apart. Before long, he plunged his fingers into her slit, down to the knuckles. The added stimulation and delightfully sinful pleasure of his fingertip reaching just up to her g-spot, made Trixie's eyes roll even further back into her head and her tongue loll out of her mouth.
A string of drool leaked from her mouth as Anon properly fingered her, playing her like a fiddle with his dexterous digits. Her mind reeled as the fire in her loins grew to a fever pitch, making her clench her thighs together to stave off the inevitable for as long as possible. However, she could only prolong her pleasure for so long, and so it was with a climactic howl that she finally came. Her nectar gushed from her marehood, soaking Anon's hand and splashing onto the floor as her hindlegs trembled, threatening to give out from under her.
"Ughhhhnnngnn." Trixie grunted, her hips convulsing as she rode the waves of ecstasy racking her entire body over and over.
It took her a few moments to come down from her first orgasm, but Anon gave her little time for a reprieve as he wrapped his arms around her and leaned forward, making her lay down on her back. She gave a small shiver as the cold floor met her back, but any protests she may have voiced were promptly silenced as Anon pressed his lips against hers once more. This time she eagerly met his tongue with her own, initiating a battle of wills that was much more even than the previous engagement.
That was, until she felt Anon's mushroom-shaped cockhead press against her sopping wet folds. She broke the kiss, gasping as she felt the warmth of his cock touching her, but again, was quickly silenced as Anon followed her lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth yet again. The combined stimulus had her swimming in a lustful haze, the moments of bliss only interrupted by bolts of profound pleasure as inch after inch of manhood slid into her slit. Trixie could feel Anon's pounding heart through his shaft as his glans rubbed against her walls, massaging her g-spot in just the right way.
Trixie panted through her nostrils as Anon bottomed out inside of her, the tip of his shaft pressing firmly against her womb and forming a slight bulge in her tummy. A brief respite in the kiss as Anon took a sobering breath, allowed her to look down at her belly, seeing the bulge between her teats and making it look as if she had a third. The thought made her giggle for a moment, only for that giggle to turn to a long, drawn out moan as Anon pumped his hips forward again, his weight making the moment, however slight it was, hit that much harder against her deepest barrier.
Trixie gasped for air as the feeling forced the air from her lungs, but any air she replaced was quickly dispelled once more as a sharp whine left her lips. Each inch Anon retracted left her feeling utterly empty and barren; a feeling that she found herself absolutely hating the moment she experienced it. Mercifully, she didn't have to wait long as Anon reached the extent he was willing to pull out and firmly thrust himself back into her.
A meaty *plap* of their hips meeting, sounded through the air, followed almost instantly by a throaty moan from the showmare as she was physically rocked back and the floor under Anon.
"O-oh... b-buck... you're so... huge..." Trixie grunted, struggling for breath.
"And you're... so - hnng - damn tight..." Anon replied through grit teeth.
It quickly became apparent to Trixie that while he was certainly hitting all the right places, Anon was holding back. At least, that's what appeared to be the case to her altered mind. With what higher functions she had left, she ignited her horn, two pink auras forming on either of Anon's delicious buttcheeks. He paused as he felt the sensation of her magic on his rear end, his head swiveling back to see what she was doing, before he was aggressively shoved forward by Trixie's magic. His hips involuntarily slammed into hers, filling the air with a delicious smack of skin on furry skin and forcing a howl of pleasure from the sky blue unicorn mare on the floor.
"Oh buck! Yes! Just like that! Trixie needs you deep inside of her!" Trixie wailed, throwing her head back as drool ran down her cheeks.
Anon grunted his affirmative and gripped both of her plush hips with his hands. His fingers dug into her doughy flesh, pinching enough to be somewhat painful, but Trixie had no complaints as he properly started fucking her. His hips slapped against hers with enough force to slide her forward on the wet floor, each impact sending a wave of ripples through her shapely flanks and belly.
Anon continued to fuck her as hard as he could, the strain of the day's affairs having left him decidedly weaker than he'd normally be when it came to carnal affairs. His hips were sore, his legs were fried, and he was dehydrated to high Hell. Even so, the little showmare under him beckoned him forth with open hooves, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she was fucked silly. The sight alone was enough to drive him onward, even despite his exhaustion.
Mercifully, it didn't take very long at all for Trixie to reach her second climax. Her walls convulsed and constricted on Anon again and again as the top of his shaft rammed her g-spot over and over. Her moans increased in pitch and frequency, to the point that she was nearly screaming with each thrust Anon delivered to her tight little pony pussy. As she was pushed over the edge, stars appeared in her vision and she threw her head back with a long, silent scream of orgasmic glee. Her hindlegs quivered, straining to support themselves after the intense pounding she'd received and the climax absolutely wrecking her mind.
As she came, her velveteen walls constricted like a vice on Anon's manhood, trying to coax as much sperm from him as they could. However, having been spent the way he'd already been by Chrysalis, Anon had more than enough left in the tank for quite some time. He continued to fuck the squirming and spasming mare beneath him, each thrust of his hips sending another wave of bliss through her that threatened to break her mind.
Over and over Anon thrust into her, his cock driving her from one mind-numbing orgasm to another and prolonging each one ten-fold what they would normally last. The overwhelming pleasure ran through her entire body from head to hoof, making her eyes roll back in her head as sparks fizzled from the tip of her horn. Her hindlegs, having struggled to hold her flank off the floor to give Anon better access, gave out, leaving her laying completely limp as her body was brutally ravaged by Anon as he held her weight up with his hands.
Finally, after what could have been his longest endurance test yet, Anon felt the end coming for him. The tell-tale signs of an approaching orgasm filled his mind, his balls clenching, the tingles crawling up his torso, and the head of his tip flaring ever so slightly as blood rushed there. Grunting with effort as fresh sweat dripped from his brow all over Trixie's barely conscious body, Anon only managed one word.
"Cumming..." He said through grit teeth.
All at once, Trixie snapped back to reality as the first spurt of Anon's seed painted her womb white. The searing hot man spunk filled her deepest parts like a firehose, bathing her cervix in his essence. However joyous the feeling was, however, all Trixie could feel was despair.
"N-no!! I need to taste you!" She wailed, frantically pawing at Anon's chest.
"A little... late now!" Anon grunted.
"Please!" Trixie begged, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
Huffing with the herculean effort it took to remove himself from a warm, moist, tight marepussy, Anon pulled out as his cock continued to fire his load, one shot landing on Trixie's belly. Before she could protest the loss of such precious sperm, her open maw was stuffed with Anon's cock as he lunged forward and thrust his hips into her face. He grabbed her head with both hands, holding her muzzle firmly against his pelvis as the rest of his load filled her mouth.
Audible gulp after audible gulp reached Anon's ears while his load slithered down Trixie's throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she not only tasted, but swallowed every last drop of Anon's seed. The salty flavor increased ten-fold, sending a wave of aftershocks rippling down her spine from the intensity of the experience. With his sperm in her snatch and her stomach, Trixie felt total and utter bliss, her mind swimming in profound ecstasy that nothing, not even her best and greatest shows, could contend with.
As with all great things, it wasn't meant to last, and as the totality of Anon's spunk was deposited into her eager maw, Trixie felt him pull away, his lovely, mushroom-shaped head dragging on her tongue as he retreated. She greedily suckled on his tip, her hooves holding onto his hips to prevent any further withdrawal until she was absolutely certain that there wasn't any cum left in his tanks.
Finally free of the showmare's warm and welcoming mouth, Anon panted for breath. He fell onto his rump as Trixie lay splayed out on the floor, cum still dribbling out of her cunt as her chest steadily rose and fell.
"So... can you watch her now? Please?" Anon asked.
"Trixie supposes she can... on one more condition." She replied, not even bothering to lift her head from the floor.
Anon sighed, "If you want any more, I'm sorry but I'm spent."
"Trixie will be limping for a week after this. Trust her, she doesn't need anymore... what she does need is a bath... and maybe some cuddling once you get back?" Trixie sheepishly asked, lifting her head enough to look at Anon.
Anon held her gaze for a moment before a chuckle escaped his lips, "Hell, Trixie... the cuddles come free."
He only laughed more as her tail wagged with happiness.
Author's Note
There we go people! We sexed the Trixie! She's a cute mare that deserves a good time. I know that her licking and kissing a very dirty Anon might be a huge turnoff for a lot of people, but eh, imagine that Anon's clean on all the spots she was licking lol.
Otherwise, you guys know the drill. Let me know who you want to be next in the comments and I'll put it to the Patreon to vote!
