Private Show

By Liquid Rainbows

The wind blew softly through the evening air; a gentle chill that signaled the coming night. The sun was fading from a dull yellow to a vibrant, blazing orange, like an orb of fire, getting ready to set on the horizon. A lonely dirt trail sloped its way upward, over a wide hill, meeting its crest and stretching out endlessly over the quiet countryside. Wispy gray clouds hung in loose strands overhead, surrounded by the first stars of early night. All was silent. Walking along the apex of the hill was a young unicorn mare, exhausted, and in dire need of a meal.

Mere days ago, Trixie, the former Great and Powerful, had her entire career destroyed after an incident in Ponyville. She had lost her home, her caravan, and her reputation. The only thing she had left was her pride, and the cape on her back. Even her hat had gotten lost at some point, but she couldn't remember when. Trixie's memory of the last couple days was hazy, involving hours of exhaustion, and plenty of tears. She had no tears left to shed, now. The only thing she concerned herself with was survival. She knew of a town, north of Ponyville, called Breezevale. It was a small, friendly town in the farmlands, from what she heard. So here she was, a lonely and penniless wreck, trotting along an empty road, even as night was wrapping its cold embrace across Equestria.

Trixie's stomach growled loudly, begging for nourishment. At first, Trixie thought she could tough it out until she reached Breezevale, but it had already been two days with no sign of civilization. Nothing but empty fields. The fear of starvation was beginning to weigh down on her, and it was already unimaginably painful. She had to keep moving, though, despite the aching in her hooves. The chilly breeze was her only comfort, serving to cool off her sweaty body. It was a small comfort, though, because soon it would be freezing outside. Everything, it seemed, was working against her.

After passing its crest, the hill began to gently slope downward, the path becoming shadowed in a large patch of trees. Trixie slowed her pace, eyeing the patch nervously. The sun was already setting, and it looked awfully dark in there. Bowing her head, Trixie used what little effort she could spare to magically light up her horn, producing a soft, bluish white glow, and entered the dark mass of tress.

Though the sun was still setting in the west, it may as well have been nighttime with how little she could see in the shadows. Trixie kept her horn pointed downward, not wanting to lose sight of the path. The last thing she wanted was to get lost in a place like this. Her ears suddenly twitched, picking up the sound of...hoofsteps? Trixie brought her head up and grew still, trying to see if she could spot anything. Nothing.

"H-Hello?" Trixie called out nervously. "Is anypony there?" The hoofsteps grew louder as they came closer, and she could feel eyes watching her. Trixie began shaking, the light of her horn flaring up in a burst of adrenaline. She could make out a shadowy figure drawing near her, and her heart started pounding. "Answer me!" All the tension was suddenly shattered when a kindly voice replied.

"Everything alright, miss?" A calm, surprised looking earth pony buck exclaimed as he came into view. As he drew closer, Trixie could make out his dusty brown coat and bright green eyes.

"Oh, h-hello." Trixie greeted him sheepishly, promptly before drawing a breath and trying to act as haughty as possible. "The Great and Powerful Trixie did not see you there, and was merely startled."

"Really, now?" The stallion replied with a skeptical smile. "And what's a lass like you doing out here all alone?" Trixie scowled, but before she could reply, her stomach growled again loudly and she instantly deflated.

"T-Trixie is going to Breezevale." She explained, looking down at her hooves in shame.

"Trixie is your name, I take it? Mine's Rocky, Rocky Roads." Rocky looked at her with a concerned frown. "Are you sure you're alright? It looks to me like you haven't rested in days."

"Well, the Great and-...I've seen better days, I suppose." Trixie cringed as a jolt of pain tore through her stomach and she nearly fell to the ground. Rocky dashed over and helped steady her.

"Well, Trixie, how about I show you to my camp and get you a bite to eat? I really think you could use it." Rocky said, starting to guide her through the patch of trees.

"Trixie would be m-much appreciative." She replied in a voice that was barely above a whisper. Rocky lead the two of them out of the patch and back into the nighttime air. The sun had set and disappeared, but it was far from dark outside. The moon and stars illuminated the countryside in their soft, cold light. They walked for a short time along the path, Trixie taking in the peaceful countryside and trying not the pass out.

They soon reached a small encampment, a little ways off the path, at the edge of a steep hill. The camp consisted of a fire and a large tent, nothing more. Rocky guided Trixie into the tent, which was about the same size as her caravan had been, and laid her down on the spacious bed inside. A lantern inside the tent illuminated the space, which contained little more than the bed and some scattered books and sacks of belongings.

"You just lay there, Trixie. I'll go get you some soup." Rocky said with a smile.

"Alright. Th-thank you." Trixie replied, unable to look him in the eyes.

"No need to thank me, I'm just trying to help." Rocky then turned and trotted from the tent, leaving Trixie alone. She felt oddly humbled by what was going on. Nopony had been so selflessly kind to her before, and she felt guilty for having him cater to her like this. Of course, she wasn't about to complain.

Trixie could smell the soup cooking on the pot outside, and it driving her wild. Her mouth was watering by the time Rocky trotted back in a few minutes later. Trixie sat up on the bed and tried her best not to simply tear the bowl from his hooves. She levitated it over to her carefully and offered him a thankful smile, promptly before wolfing down the entire bowl of soup. It tasted like heaven. Rocky watched in awe as she drank the entire bowl in one gulp.

"Want another?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Y-yes, please." With that, Rocky left and returned with another bowl. Trixie took it slow this time, taking little sips from the bowl as Rocky took a seat on the other side of the bed.

“So, what’s your story, Trixie?” Rocky asked. Sitting there, together, Trixie told her story to Rocky. Her life as an entertainer, the incident in Ponyville, and of her walking for the past to two days to Breezevale.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Trixie." Rocky said when her story was done. "Breezevale is a nice town, though; I was just there myself. I'm sure they'll be happy to have you." Trixie smiled glumly, unhappiness bubbling back to the surface now that she had food in her stomach, and a place to rest for the night. She tried to push those thoughts to the back of her mind. I have better things to worry about, like money! What am I going to do with zero bits? Trixie shook her head and looked back towards Rocky. He was a strong looking buck, his messy brown mane even darker than his coat, with compass for a cutie mark. Trixie stared at him for far longer than she should, and Rocky gave a little cough. Trixie immediately looked away and blushed, quickly changing the subject.

"So, Rocky, what are you doing all the way out here?"

"Oh, me?" Rocky chuckled. "I was just on my way to Ponyville, actually, when I stumbled upon this empty tent and fixed it up. I'm a traveler. Live my life on the roads, picking up a job here and there so I can make enough to eat and resupply. Even then, its more bits than I need to live happily." Trixie smiled at him, but was growing worried again on the inside. How am I going to buy any food if I don't have any money? Even if I get to Breezevale, I can't mooch of the townsfolk forever!

"Hey, you okay?" Rocky asked, seeing Trixie's uneasiness.

"I'm fi-" Trixie began, before cutting off. An Idea suddenly crossed through her mind. She smiled deviously, sitting up straight and falling back into her more confident personality, looking Rocky right in the eye.

"You know, Rocky, it must get dreadfully lonely out on the roads, all by yourself." There was a rather over-dramatic edge to her voice, and Rocky immediately gave her his full attention.

"Oh, um, well...I guess so. I haven't really thought about it." Rocky looked straight into her eyes. Why is she looking at me like that?

"Do you know what Trixie considers herself to be, above all else?" She asked, looking at him seductively, before whispering. "An entertainer." Rocky froze, flushing red and looking at her in a completely new light. When he first saw her, there was no doubt she was pretty, but now looking at her, she was simply dazzling. The way she sat there, Rocky could see every voluptuous curve on her body. Her coat, her mane, her eyes, everything was beautiful. She slowly moved a hoof upwards, un-clipping her cape and letting it fall to the side, never taking her gaze off him. She was smiling, and Rocky could feel heat from down below. It was making his head more than a little clouded.

"You see, Rocky, Trixie lives to make others happy. To provide her...services, if you will." Rocky could hear her words, but couldn't take his eyes off her body. She swished her tail playfully, before continuing. "Unfortunately, you see, services come at a price." Rocky was practically drooling over her, and Trixie was pleased to see that she could play the act so well. On the inside, she still felt like an insecure wreck. Best not to let it show.

"S-services, huh?" Rocky stammered, looking into her eyes for a second. He was sweating lightly, his body begging him to jump on her. I have to control myself. "H-how much?"

"Oh, Trixie is feeling rather generous. How about...fifty bits?" She said it without the slightest hint of nervousness, while her mind was begging him to accept. Is that too much? What if he says no? Rocky, meanwhile, was thinking on a completely different note. In that moment, he would have paid a thousand bits.

"Th-that sounds fine." Trixie breathed a mental sigh of relief. She finally broke eye contact, dragging her gaze along his body and down towards his nethers, giving a cocky smile.

"Eager, eh?" She asked. "That will do just fine." Trixie rolled Rocky onto his back and positioned herself over him. She leaned forward and brought her lips to his, swiftly pushing her tongue into his mouth. Rocky returned the kiss, the two of them hungrily making out in the growing heat of the tent. Trixie was surprised at her own enthusiasm, not realizing how hot she was for Rocky until now. After snogging him for a few minutes, Trixie broke away and brought one of her hooves down, simultaneously moving herself down his body and rubbing along the base of his member. Rocky let out a gasp as a jolt of pleasure shot through him.

In a few moments, Trixie found herself face to face with Rocky's hard shaft, and she gave a small smile before letting her tongue flick against its head. She began running her tongue slowly along the entire length, from the tip to the base, coating his entire rod in saliva. After licking along his member a few times, Trixie took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking on the top and running her tongue in circles around the tip. Rocky moaned as the blissful sensations passed through him, the nerves in his rod igniting in pleasure.

Trixie slowly began lowering her head, taking inch after inch deep into her throat. She had the sufficient ability to turn off her gag reflex, and was able to lower her head all the way to the very base of his member. Trixie loved the feel of his cock massaging her throat, and Rocky loved the feel of his cock being massaged. It was a win-win. Trixie brought her head back up, releasing his rod for only a moment to catch her breath, before taking his length in again. This time, Trixie began moving up and down, bobbing her head along his shaft at a delightfully fast pace. Rocky sat in awe as she worked on him. No blowjob had ever felt so good in his life, and she was obviously well trained in the art. Trixie’s tongue ran along his member as she went, stimulating the entire length. Trixie continued like this for several minutes before slowing to a stop. She released his cock from her mouth, panting.

"Th-that was amazing." Rocky huffed, still feeling fluttery waves of pleasure passing through him. Trixie slid up his body, rubbing his stomach and chest provocatively. She came to a halt, her face inches from his, and his length rubbing against her marehood. Her back was arched, and Rocky wrapped his arms around her, planting a kiss on her lips.

"I'm sure you've heard this before, but you are insanely hot." Rocky breathed. Trixie blushed deeply, but smiled.

"I know." With that, she slammed herself against him, jamming his cock inside of her. She shuddered and let out a moan, before starting to bounce up and down on top of him, pushing his length deep into her body with each thrust. Rocky soon matched her rhythmic motions, pressing up into her every time she slammed down. Trixie's tongue lolled out as she felt his shaft massaging her velvety inner walls, sliding along inside her wet marehood. Rocky let his forehooves rest on Trixie's flank, laying back and letting her work her magic. Every thrust she made sent spasms of ecstasy pulsating through him. Trixie was starting to get exhausted. She already hadn't slept in two days, and this was putting a major strain on her. After a few more minutes of bouncing, she came to a stop, panting hardly. She practically collapsed on Rocky, and he merely held her in his embrace.

"Here, let me do the work." Rocky said to her, stroking her mane lovingly before rolling the two of them over so that he was on top. He still held her close to him, chest to chest. Her heart was beating rapidly, and he could feel the sweat on her body. She looked up at him with glazed eyes.

"Th-thank you." She whispered.

"No need to thank me," Rocky said, mirroring what he had told her before. "I'm just trying to help." She looked at him with a little more focus, understanding exactly what he meant. Without wasting any more time, Rocky started thrusting into her again at full force. Trixie could only moan in euphoria, lost in the warmth of his embrace as he mercilessly pounded her. Rocky locked his lips to hers again, the nerves in his groin about ready to explode. Breaking the kiss, Rocky groaned as he felt his climax coming on. Trixie could feel tingling from her marehood, and cried out in pleasure as she reached her orgasm. Trixie felt powerful contractions surge through her, and could feel wetness burst from her groin as waves of ecstasy coursed throughout her body.

Rocky came to his climax as well, pulling his length from Trixie’s marehood and shooting strands of thick seed across her whole body. He could feel a blissful barrage of pleasure flooding through him, coming to a head as he unleashed his hot, sticky load onto her. After a few moments, Rocky's orgasm finally subsided and he collapsed next to the still panting Trixie. The two of them huffed in exhaustion for a few minutes, before things finally grew quiet.

Rocky watched as Trixie began wiping his jizz off of her stomach, chest, and face with a hoof before licking it into her mouth. She caught his look and smiled deviously. Using her telekinesis, Trixie levitated his bag of bits over to her.

"Fifty, yes?" She asked, raising a brow.

"Just take the whole a bag. This was a favor to both of us, and you need it more than I do." Trixie repressed a squee, instead opting to plant a kiss of Rocky's lips. "I hope those bits help you, Trixie." Rocky said, grinning. "I guess you wouldn't want to end up in this situation again, huh?"

"Well, it wasn't so bad. In fact, if I do, I'll be sure to find you again."

"How did you get so good, anyway? That was wonderful!" Rocky exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her.

“Well," Trixie said, closing her eyes and smiling, slowly dozing off into a long overdue sleep. "I am a show pony, after all!”...

The End