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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.
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I can just imagine the OC "You" shouting "Hey. Stop bleeding on my floor." at the manager when you wake up the next morning.
But aside from that little thought, bravo, Crowley! This is just.... infinitely fascinating! You, sir, have fingers blessed by God. And I eagerly anticipate that Pinkie fic you mentioned in your blog post!
All the best,
~S.W.
I really like these stories of yours
. The only thing I don't get is why it isn't in third person. It seems odd to read a story that tells me what I'm doing, saying, and feeling, not to mention giving me a back story. Obviously none of those things are likely to match the audience(at least not me) so why not just make it third person and give the character a name?
Because too many readers would see the main named character as a self-insert, especially if they had a name. Keeping said character as "you", regardless of whether you would do what they do in the story, changes the ideal of it.
Let's put it this way: would you rather view a roller coaster ride through the perspective of someone riding it (even if that someone isn't really you), or would you rather watch the roller coaster itself? Sometimes it's more fun to witness it from the eyes of the rider, if that makes sense.
Uh... what? 
None of my "you" characters have any colour specifications... mostly it's just pony-race and that's it... I've double checked the fic to make sure, there's no mention of "you" having a white coat in it. Rainbow Dash says "Talk about white-wash of the week", but that's because he lost every game they played that week. No actual description there, dude. 
EG: "Dude, they beat us in soccer 5 - 0! We were white-washed!" Or think of Pinkie beat Rarity at tic-tac-toe 35 games in a row. That's considered a "white-wash".
Now that I think about it, Whitewash might actually be British slang and not American... if it is, I'm sorry, I had no idea! 
>>919180 *meanwhile, outside* oh god my head, why won't anyone help me. OMG what are they doing in there, *beating at door* why won't you help me *crying* oh god the blood is everywhere *falls unconscious in large pool of blood*
Oh and for making it mature now:
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Long story short, it didn't even make it to pre-readers. There's apparently another set of pre-pre-readers that wouldn't let it past due to 2nd-person, and I'd have to make the fic completely immaculate just to get past them, which wouldn't be worth it if I was just gonna get shot by the actual pre-readers for having it in 2nd person right after.
Might try again with a 3rd person fic in the distant future.
"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."
"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."
"In that moment, you release, shivering from the relief of each liberating spurt."
So, I don't really get what happens here. it seems to me that he came, but then... didn't? I get that he used his magic to 'pinch off' the flow, but... Once you reach climax, you can't really just... stop it. So, the moment he released his magical grip, all of the fluids that would've built up would just come flowing out at once.
Though, I guess I haven't really tried to just like... stop it, so...
I suppose my question here is, am I misunderstanding what you wrote? or is there like, some sort of tactic that I've overlooked as a man?
if it's the latter, I don't need personal intimate details, or anything... Not trying to be a creeper, I'm just a little confused.
Okay, okay, put your claws away man.
Sorry about that. The comments sections of my favorite MLP fanfiction authors isn't the place to needlessly rage.
Image: http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2011/259/0/a/sad_rainbow_dash_is_sad_by_dabupl-d4a123e.pngMy face when it feelsbadman.
But thanks; I know you were just trying to stand up for me in the face of (slightly) negative feedback. It's in the past now. S'cool. 
Either did I at first, honestly, but the "underwater escape tank" was too good of a fic scenario to pass up, and I naturally needed a magician/showgirl like Trixie! By the time I was done with the fic, you could certainly say I had different opinions towards her than when I started. 
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Great story Crowley! Have a picture to show some love.
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Lots of people notice, and even look for, crossovers within my stories. The most notable ones are Rarity's friend getting mugged by Trixie's future friend (as you've seen), Fluttershy's friend and Ditzy's friend being roommates and Rainbow Dash's problems (in her sequel fic) happening around the same time as Applejack's fic. There's a lot of others, but you'll have to find them yourself! 
I love the story from beginning to the End. Everything about this was great, I felt for the characters that move me. I couldn't not wait to read the next chapter of the story. The fact you could end the story on chapter 10 and it still be great. Chapter 11 is a nice added bonus 
My overall point this is indeed "Great and Powerful"
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