You’re an opportunist by nature. Have been all your life. See an easy target for robbing? Go for it. Change your career and life for the better by joining a magic show? Go for it. Use your talents to actually save somepony’s life? Go for it.
So when you’re presented with the opportunity, with just you and your lover alone in her bedroom… you’d best believe you’re going to go for it.
“What are you thinking about?” says the sultry voice from under your body. The lover in question looks up at you with her violet eyes, half-lidded with eager expectation.
“Why, I’m thinking about the Great and Powerful Trixie, of course,” you smile, lowering yourself over her just a little more, until your lips brush against hers with every word you say, every breath you take, “And I’m thinking about what I’m going to do to her.”
She, the Great and Powerful Trixie, plants a short, hot kiss upon your lips, “And what…” Another kiss, “…would you do to me?” And another kiss, her forelegs enveloping you, dragging you closer to her, close enough to feel her body heat, and most of all, the faint brush of her burning, tempting hips against yours. That brush is all the motivation you need.
“Well first,” you whisper into her mouth between warm, wet exchanges, “I’d take a hoof, like this…” you stroke her side with said hoof, bringing it slowly down past her ribs that rise and fall with each baited breath, “and I’d rub your body, just like this…”
The wandering hoof reaches her flank, where it lingers for some time - and why not? - admiring each smooth, round curve of her hips, and the soft, silky touch of her backside. Trixie’s face starts to glow red from your hoof’s exploits as it draws nearer to its intended target…
“And I’d do anything and everything to make tonight perfect for you.”
Her reply is a short, sharp moan when your hoof reaches its blushing, quivering destination. It widens ever so slightly at your touch, Trixie’s gasp as a sign that reflects the pleasure gradually washing over her. Her own hoof reaches out to you in response, gently massaging your shaft, ensuring it’s ready for when she wants it to be. And what a sensation that is.
You work your hoof around her entrance, teasing her by cautiously trying deeper and deeper, bit by bit, until the blush behind her cheeks had completely overtaken her face. Eventually, you hear her hastily muttering something through her waves of overwhelming pleasure.
“D- do it. J- just d- do it now.” Her hips rearrange, readying herself for what she desperately wants.
“Do what, exactly?” you ask, frisking your hoof that little bit deeper. Of course, you know exactly what she’s begging for. You just want to hear it yourself.
“Don’t- don’t make me say it! Just do it now! Please!”
“What do you want me to do, Trixie?” you can barely hide your grin as she gets more and more aroused by your hoof-play, wanting nothing more than to go that much further, that much deeper, “Say it.”
“Ahh! Oh, take me!”
Her sudden outburst of ecstasy takes you off-guard as she shoves you off her, causing you to land face-up on another part of the bed. Before you know it, she’s the one over you, her pleasure-hungry body desperately draping over yours. Her hips, her entrance, is right where your shaft is, hovering over your tip in that moment of hesitance just before crossing that final boundary.
You make the move. You take her by the hips, lowering her down onto you. At once, you feel a ripple of pleasure from entering her, along with a warm trickle down your rod from inside. The sexual itch that tormented Trixie is being satisfied; every drip that leaks from Trixie with each thrust proves it.
She was thrusting quickly as soon as she began, and she continues to do so, chasing that climax she wants so badly. You brace yourself, tightly holding onto her hips that move so passionately.
Already, you feel the pressure inside you growing faster and faster. She’s going at it so furiously, your organs can hardly keep up. Perhaps she has been reserving herself for somepony worthy of her body, and you’re the only one she’d ever have. Of course, these thoughts are of no concern at this point.
“I… I’m…” you pant between your feverish feelings, “Trixie, I’m gonna… I’m gonna- !”
“Don’t you dare!” she cuts in, half-growling, half-moaning, “Not yet! Please! Not yet! Not until I say so!”
It takes every fibre of your being not to finish, your loins straining against the tremendous pressure. You bite into your lower lips in an effort to keep yourself going, almost to the point of drawing blood, if most of your blood wasn‘t already directed somewhere else.
Meanwhile, her moaning rises in pitch with each subsequent thrust. She’s so close to getting that perfect ending you promised her, and yet it could all go to waste if your loins can’t hold the rush of pleasure that’s begging to be released…
And then it sneaks up on you. In a split-second of panic, you feel your last threshold break, and the rush as you begin to burst. In that moment, you do the only thing you can think of at the time; with a flick of your mind, your horn’s aura reaches out and tightly wraps around your tip, sealing off your climax in its tracks as Trixie gets closer and closer to her breaking point.
A few moments later, though they felt far longer than mere moments, you sense the hot gush of Trixie’s climax covering your lower half, accompanied by her wonderful cries. Her body twitches in relief as she finishes, before she finally falls next to you in the bed, warming next to you.
Her tired eyes drift towards your still-throbbing lower self, your veil of magic still holding it back from bursting. It didn’t matter that she’d already finished with her own excitement; ‘not until she says so’, just as you assured her. She smiles at how far you’re willing to go for her.
Her own hoof wearily grips you by the shaft, giving you the signal to dispel your aura. The pressure returns almost immediately, a lone drop of your produce trickling down from your tip. From there, Trixie returns the favour, vigorously working your shaft with one hoof, the other gently holding your head in place.
Just as you feel you can’t take any more, she pulls you in with a kiss. Her tongue slathers against yours hungrily, writhing together in a fit of arousal. In that moment, you release, shivering from the relief of each liberating spurt.
And then it’s over. And you enjoyed every moment of it.
The exhaustion has finally caught up to you, just as it had with Trixie. The kiss breaks (sadly), but it’s replaced by her warming up to you, sharing the same pillows and covers. For the longest time, it seems like she’s asleep, until you’re just about to drift off yourself…
“You’re going to clean this mess up, by the way,” she mumbles lazily. She obviously meant the mess both of your bodies had made of the bed. The saliva, the sweat, the… rest of the fluids spilled, it all had to be cleaned up eventually.
“Maybe later,” you whisper back. There’s no reply from her. Just her gentle, sleepy breathing. Tomorrow’s going to be the start of a new day, as always, and you’re more than happy to wake up on that day with Trixie lying next to you.