Trixie, or Shit Gets Real
The last thing I saw was her marehood squirting, moistening my face before I was on my back from exhaustion.
The last thing I felt was her nuzzling on my cheek, licking.
And the last thing I heard was her soft whisper.
“I like you.”
Next time I woke up, I was suspended vertically, hands in bondage and sitting on what looked like a wooden horse. And then I heard a telltale snap of a whip. I realized in horror that the night was far from over.
I blinked, my post-orgasmic, hormone-addled brain struggling to properly register my surroundings. As my eyes finally came into focus, I was visibly taken aback by my client’s new outfit; Trixie had dressed herself in a lacy, black, form-fitting corset, complete with garters which hooked into off-white fishnet stockings that fit snugly on each leg. Floating lazily to her side, enveloped in a haze of translucent magenta magic, was a rather hefty looking riding crop, tapering off into several tassels that looked as though they could do some real damage, if its wielder so wished.
Huh. Apparently, Equestria is not entirely unfamiliar with fetish gear.
I have to admit - despite my mild discomfort (the wooden horse upon which I sat dug uncomfortably into my backside, and I felt my arms struggle under the strain of suspension over my head), Trixie’s getup was... well... hot. Really, really hot, actually. Her half-lidded eyes sized me up, drinking me in, with a slight, rosy blush adorning her cheeks and a self-satisfied smirk on her muzzle. It was at this point wherein I realized just how much she enjoyed this, having a sexual plaything all trussed up and effectively helpless, completely at her mercy - I saw the raw, unbridled lust behind her eyes, and I knew that, were the situation mutual in nature rather than the classic dominant/submissive scenario I seemed to have barrelled headlong into, she would have undoubtedly pounced on me.
“Well, well, well. Did you enjoy your little nap, slave?”
Oh boy, here we go. I swallowed. “Uh... slave?” What exactly do you-”
“Silence!” Trixie interjected forcefully, suddenly lashing out with the whip, striking the head of the wooden horse I was seated upon. Despite myself, I flinched, letting out what was undoubtedly a very girly yelp. “Trixie was not finished speaking, slave! Do not dare speak to your Mistress without her permission, or your punishment will be... exquisite. Is that understood, slave?”
Whoa. Whoa, whoa whoa. This was quickly getting out of hand (or hoof?). It wasn’t so much that I particularly minded being tied up; if that was my client’s wish, then so be it. A Gentleman always does his best to please his Mare, after all - besides, I still felt as though I had something to prove, a reputation to establish, that sort of thing. And while I was not particularly experienced in this... rather fringe category of sex, I was more than willing to learn, to accommodate to my client’s needs in order to ensure her pleasure.
But there’s a line. There’s always a line. Besides, that whip looks like it could hurt!
“I-...” I ventured, choosing my words carefully. “I understand, Mistress. But is the riding crop really necessary? Surely you have some other-”
I was again interrupted as Trixie suddenly dashed forward, using her magic to manipulate the riding crop so that it rested gently on the side of my cheek. I felt the breath lock up in my chest in reaction to the sudden sensation. Wordlessly, she traced the braided tips of the whip slowly - agonizingly slowly - down my neck, circling around my already erect nipples, teasing me.
She chuckled, a vocal emission filled with mirth, with anticipation, and - the emotion most present - with lust.
“Trixie thinks that you’re cute when you’re frightened, slave. But-” and she looked in my eyes, very seriously, “-you need only to say the safe word, and Trixie will stop.”
Safe word? Safe word... Christ, what the bloody hell was the safe word?! I hadn’t been told anything about any safe word!
“Of course,” she continued, “Trixie hopes that you won’t feel the need to say it. The Great and Powerful Trixie enjoys it ever so much when her slaves completely surrender to her every will and whim-” she darted forward, running her tongue against the bare skin of my neck, “-lost completely in the sensations Trixie so expertly administers. Recall, if you will, that Trixie promised to leave you ‘blinded and thunderstruck’. Do you remember that, slave?”
Fuck.
“I -... yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Let’s begin.”
Abruptly, I felt her lips mashed against mine, a kiss that far surpassed any of the previous lip-lockings in intensity and fervor. Her broad, warm tongue forced my lips apart, licking along the insides of my teeth. I felt her give an involuntary shudder as she traced along the tips of my canines, moaning into my mouth. I felt her shudder as she wormed her way around the form of the wooden horse upon which I was seated, swinging her hind legs with surprising dexterity over the sides and straddling it, facing me. She threw her front legs across my neck, locking them together, and practically imprisoned me with her passion; even though earth ponies do have a bit of an advantage on unicorns when it comes to pure physical strength, a unicorn is still just a bit more strong than I am, even on an off day.
And Trixie was certainly not having an off day.
I moaned into her mouth as I felt her magic wrap itself around my cock even as we traded saliva, feeling not entirely unlike a soft, warm ring made of cotton and - jeez! - apparently some of those vibrating cockrings you’ll find at some drug stores back on Earth. Don’t, uh... don’t ask me how I know that.
I felt myself stiffen even further with a hurry as she kept grinding herself into my rod with reckless abandon, moaning lustily, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth as she shuffled her hips back and forth. She almost lazily reached forward with a white stocking-clad foreleg, grinding the tip of her hoof into a certain spot beneath just fractions of a centimeter of silky, quickly dampening fabric. I couldn’t help but to gasp, then groan as she darted forward in an almost predatorial fashion, first nibbling the soft flesh on the side of my neck, suckling it before giving it a firm nip with her front teeth. I winced, my cock twinging against her slit despite myself.
“Goddammit, Trixie,” I couldn’t help but gasp, eyeing the dangerously turned-on mare warily. “That one actually hurt-” and all of a sudden, I couldn’t talk.
Though I’d been... ahem... working in Equestria for some time now, I was still having trouble adjusting to magic. Specifically, magic applied to my person. I mean, that first night with Five Stars had been enough, in retrospect... but that’s a story for another time, I suppose.
Trixie flashed me a delightfully maniacal grin, and I suddenly wondered for my safety for the umpteenth time that evening. Technically, I was hers to... erm... entertain, until dawn came. If anything, maybe I could get Eve to move some of my earlier appointments back a few hours while I recovered from this one...
Trixie could almost immediately sense that I was drifting away from the situation at hand. I paid for that dearly.
Without warning, my briefs were gone. I mean it - one second, there I was, still somewhat subdued on the somewhat subtly submissive wooden horse, boxers and all... and then, without so much as a farewell ceremony, there it was, my cock suddenly cooling under the chill that lingered in the air occupying the space between us.
Trixie eyed it hungrily. I gulped. I think she did, too.
The oral treatment that followed was... how do I put it? … exquisite. Never in my life had my manhood been worshipped like that. It was like I was a parishioner at the church of cock, and she was the dead-sexy inexplicably dominatrix bishop of blowjob. The Queen of cock. The princess of penis. The Duchess of dick - I could go on, really, but I think I got the point across.
Anyhow.
There came a point after an indiscriminate amount of time that I felt myself approaching yet another mind-ending climax, and then she cast that goddamn spell on me again - the one that kept the symphony from rising to its inevitable crescendo, if you will. With a quick flick of her magic, she undid the clasps holding the corset-like thing to her hind legs, letting the straps fall, the metal cuffs clacking against the still fishnetted-cloth of her legs. I could have sworn that I saw a deep, rouge blush on her light blue cheeks as she turned, lifting her almost pure white tail aside as she presented herself. I noted with an almost dreamy gaze that the base of her tail was knotted and done up in some kind of lengthy hair band that drew a good section of it into a tight, easily grippable cylinder. I’d have to take advantage of that, at some point.
Whoa. Down, boy.
As much as I was finding myself getting into this scenario, I had to remember that, ultimately, this was about Trixie. I then noted, to my chagrin, the now seemingly blisteringly apparent purpose of my constraint: all along, she was planning, to -
-yep. There it is.
Without a word, Trixie backed her warm, surprisingly toned (and surprisingly sizeable) flanks back towards my crotch as she swung her legs yet again over the wooden horse. Within a few brief, brief moments, her tight, warm slit was clenching greedily at my dick, quivering and winking here and there as she slowly, so slowly grinds herself down to the base of my twitching rod, gasping in time with my own exhalations as the tip of my cock flares and punches through her cervix, penetrating into her womb. She gasps and just holds herself like that for a moment, slowly clenching at my length as she begins to draw me out of her inner walls, letting out a low, load moan as my flared head draws itself against her g-spot on its journey back.
“Y-you m-motherfucker,” Trixie managed to gasp between heavily laboured pants, “you already made Trixie come. Well done, slave. For that, Trixie is willing to reward you.”
There was little argument from my end.
Trixie moaned as she started to slowly impale herself on my length again, the slickness of her excitement glistening as her pussy grasped at it. She began to slowly pick up the pace, wrapping her front legs around the neck of the wooden horse for support, perfectly lining up her winking slit with the tip of my dick. She groaned loudly as she took all of it in one fell swoop, her flanks jiggling as they smacked noisily against my thighs. She did this over and over again, still gaining speed with every impact her glorious ass made against my inner legs. Trixie was moaning louder than she had all night, even louder than when she came all over my dick just moments before - even the memory made my cock twinge - and she came once again, gasping as her front legs slipped from her grip around the wooden horse’s neck.
I made a concerned grunt, the most vocally capabale I was able to be at that particular moment - but no matter. I managed to remember how to formulate words.
“Trixie!” I practically gasped. “Are you ok?”
“Hah- … Tr-Trixie is... fine, slave... you did very well for mistress...” she murmurs.
“M-Mistress?” I manage. “Any way you could, uh, undo these binds?” I asked, motioning to my still-inert arms suspended above my head. With naught but a somewhat exhausted half-nod, Trixie reached out with her magic, freeing my wrists from the damnable cuffs. I sighed in relief, rubbing my wrists, trying to get the blood flowing properly in my hands. Trixie managed an equally lazy half-grin.
“Your... hands, are they?” she ventured. I nodded. She grinned again, this time a much more friendly grin. “They look cold.”
I shuddered as Trixie worked my still stiff length between her supple flanks, her torso twisting to look back at me with a playful, yet satisfied grin on her mug.
“I think we can drop that game for the time being, nevermind just how fun it could be. You make a good sub, you know that? I’ll definitely be looking you up again, if that’s ok with you.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that, at the time. Trixie seemed nothing but amused at the apparent confusion on my own mug.
“Well, think on it, anyway. Besides, I think I owe you a few, anyhow. Feel free to worship this flank,” she taunted, accenting the last three words with corresponding jiggles of her hindquarters, the firm, yet still pleasantly squishy plot massaging the bare skin of my cock as she wiggled it. She couldn’t suppress a giggle at my very, ahem, vocal reaction.
“My, it seems that this one’s got a bit of a foul mouth,” she practically cackled, the sudden dirty talk apparently turning her on. I, not being the douche to leave the lady hanging, stepped up my game.
Now, some of the things I said as she groaned and ground my cock in between her cheeks are not exactly polite to be said around mixed company. Let’s just summarize and say that the MPAA would be shocked, the ESRB would be appalled, and certain other parties would be slightly taken aback.
It eventually got to the point that I couldn’t keep my hands idle any longer, so I reached forward and grabbed her around her hips on either side, eliciting a sudden gasp from the mare’s still slightly sadistic teasing routine. I leaned down and planted a trail of light kisses on the small of her back, tracing downward with my tongue, squeezing gently with the tips of my fingers against the broad bones on the sides of her pelvis. I shifted my left hand and grabbed the get-up keeping her tail in a tight cone, jerking it suddenly upward and to the side as I withdrew my somewhat aching member from the luscious valley of her plot, tracing my tongue down the cleft in her buttocks, eventually settling the tip against the bottom of her vulva.
Trixie must have begun to voice a mild protest at this point, because I remember employing a tried but true tactic that Five Stars had taught me - I shifted my right hand and began to massage the side of her flank, right atop the crescent moon-and-wand cutie mark. She froze, then shuddered as she let out a throaty moan that only grew in volume and pitch as I began to trace the point of my tongue up and down her moist slit, her voice practically growing to a scream as I suckled at her engorged nub, flicking my tongue in a frenzied series of licks across her clit as I entrapped it in the vacuum between my lips. I didn’t need to her shriek to feel this one come on - Trixie practically broadcast her next orgasm from a mile away as her flanks began to shake, her hind legs quivering as well. I jerked on her tail again, and penetrated her as she came.
For a brief second, Trixie seemed to grow even louder - then, silence. I snaked my left arm around her neck, drawing her muzzle towards my lips in an empassioned kiss, which she returned with fervor.
I rammed myself into her again and again as her twitching folds pulled at my rod, feeling her moan into my mouth as she began to push back, impaling herself even deeper, timing her pushes backward with every thrust, growing in tempo and in intensity as I quickly felt myself bottoming out with every thrust in rapid succession.
We broke the kiss and she immediately started moaning again, practically begging me to hold onto her front legs as she bounced up and down on my cock. I re-adjusted myself, pushing my own buttocks forward, standing up, lifting the two of us up off of the wooden horse. She gave a cute little eep! as she threw her front legs around my neck, hooking her chin around the back of my shoulder as her pussy remained unignorably occupied by my package. I spy the bed out of the corner of my eye, and we make our way towards it.
I sprawl her out atop the surface of the bed, never taking myself out of her. I immediately lean forward, drawing myself closer to her chest until our chests touch, her fur rubbing against my bare skin in an oddly pleasant fashion. I think Trixie appreciated the closeness, too, as she practically cooed in affection.
“Trixie applauds your bravado, gentleman,” she breathes as she lifts her head, drawing our lips together once more - this time, a slow, strong kiss as I find her hooves with my hands, wrapping my fingers around them. I feel the soft, prehensile pads underneath with my fingertips, and Trixie lets out a soft moan as I begin to work my hips up and down, drawing myself out her slowly, then thrusting forward with an almost feverish intensity, repeating the act over and over.
Not feeling the presence of Trixie’s orgasm repellant magic on me, I could feel myself drawing close, so close this time, closer than I’d been all night. Trixie, sensing the change in my timing, gasped as she suddenly shifted her glorious plot forwards, then upwards, re-directing the tip of my cock so it pushed against the taut, firm ring of her pert blue anus. We gasped in tandem as my member, already slick from Trixie’s wetness, pushed through.
I didn’t last too terribly long after that. It took maybe fifteen, twenty seconds of witnessing that glorious, glorious plot working my length, swallowing it between two perfect ass cheeks - I swear I invented new swear words as I came inside, Trixie eagerly accepting my voluminous load as she ground her plot as far back as it would go into my crotch, still slapping her flanks against my inner thighs as I emptied myself out into her.
After what felt like a small eternity, Trixie helped us decouple, the tip of my dick making an audible pop! as it slipped past her tight little anus, a trail of gooey, white cum following its exit.
Trixie eyed me, as satisfied as I’d ever seen a mare since I’d been in Equestria.
“Now, that-” Trixie said, “was worth the bits.”
