The Whole Darn Thing
"Assistant, Trixie demands your presence, now!"
You groan slightly as you set down the newspaper. That mare could be such a slave-driver sometimes...
But hey, at the end of the day, it was worth it. She provided you food, a place to stay, and a good pay. Not to mention the free passes to all of her shows. Even if you knew how all of her tricks worked and whatnot, it was still fun to watch the crowd cheer for her. It was something she lived for, and she sure as heck received it.
It hadn't always been so easy for her, though. After a fallout in Ponyville involving "the mare who shall not be named," as Trixie puts it, she had spent quite a bit of time trying to get her act back together. She had saved up some bits she stowed away as a 'rainy day' fund, and saved it just for an occasion such as her previous trailer being crushed by a bear of monolithic proportions.
Even then, she needed a bit of help getting back to her hooves. After having run into her at a pub on the outskirts of Hoofington, the two of you struck up a deal. You would assist her with transportation and setting up shows, along with aiding her during her shows as she needed. Bringing out props, playing dummy for her 'saw a pony in half' act, and so on. In return, she provided you a spare room in her trailer, along with rations and payment.
It took you some time to get used to her somewhat arrogant nature. At first, she really treated you as nothing more than a workhorse to do chores. It's all she saw you as, really. After some time, however, she had finally warmed up to you and opened up a bit more. Even after all the impressions you had of her before, she wasn't all that bad. She could be genuinely funny when she wanted to, and was a bit more willing to give you credit for your work after awhile. It sort of surprised you that a mare in showbiz like her could actually have a heart.
"Assistant!"
Well, when it mattered, anyway.
Standing up, you stretch your legs slightly. Making your way through the trailer, you walk right up to Trixie's room. You knock on the door a couple of times.
"Come in!" She calls out, sounding slightly annoyed.
You open the door and take in the sight. Trixie's room was rather simplistic, actually. On the wall to the right was a small bed which sported a dark blue blanket. To the left was her desk, which had calendars and papers of all kinds scattered around it. No doubt it was her plans for future gigs and whatnot. On the opposite wall was her wardrobe, which contained her iconic hat and cape. Next to it was a large chest, which contained some of the props and other devices she used during her shows. On the floor were some chains and locks. She often used these kinds of things during her magic acts, so it came as no surprise to see her practicing with them often.
In the center of the room was the mare you had grown to know over the years: The Great and Powerful Trixie...as she calls herself. She was facing away from you, her eyes scanning over the small notebook she held in her hooves. Not sporting her usual garb, her sleek blue coat was in full view.
After a moment of reading, she turns her head to face you. "You know, you don't need to knock. If Trixie didn't want you in here, why would she have called you?" She asks, keeping her usual habit of third-person speech. Now that took some time getting used to.
"Oh, well, pardon me for being courteous!" You reply jokingly.
She rolls her eyes dramatically. "Yes, well, in any case." Her horn lights up and she levitates the book over to her desk. "Trixie is in need of your help."
"Heh, as you always are," you say under your breath.
"Care to repeat that, hm?" She replies curtly.
"Nothing, nothing." You wave a hoof nonchalantly. Before she gets any more agitated, you continue. "So whatchya need?"
She snorts lightly. "Well, Trixie has a new trick she's been perfecting as of late." She begins to walk over to the chest in the corner of the room. "However, Trixie...needs some help."
"And why's that? You've never needed my help with this sort of thing." You reply. "Are you...losing your edge?" You say teasingly.
She rolls her eyes again. "Ha ha, but no. Trixie will explain." She lifts open the lid and begins to root around inside. From where you are standing, you can spot a few familiar props. Namely the saw she uses to 'cut you in half.' You still shudder from that one mishap you had during practice.
After a few moments, she lifts out a golden object. Only after you do a quick double take do you figure out what it is. In her hooves, she holds a large, key-shaped device, similar to those found on the backs of wind-up toys. Unlike those toys, this one was huge. It almost looked large enough to fit a pony...
She turns to face you. "Trixie's newest act is one of desperation! Excitement! Invigoration-"
"Get to the point." You say bluntly, cutting her off. You had heard this for more than enough lifetimes.
She huffs loudly. "Hmph. Trixie always thought you were a fan of her theatrics...very well then." Her horn glows once again, and the device floats into the air. "For the newest trick, Trixie needs this to....arm herself."
"What're you getting at...?" You ask cautiously.
"Simple." To punctuate her statement, the object floats behind her head and plants its thin end between her shoulders. "Once Trixie cranks the device, she will be armed."
You wish she would stop dodging the question. "Seriously, what do you mean by that."
"Trixie is going to become..." She shuts her eyes and throws herself onto her hind legs. "A LIVING BOMB!"
No one speaks for a moment. She was waiting for you to applaud, scream, or cheer for her newest and clearly her most brilliant plan ever. You were just waiting for her to get to the punchline.
When no snappy joke came, you spoke. "A...bomb. What?"
Her eyes open and she brings herself down again. "Ugh, seriously now. A bomb! You know, tick tick, boom?"
"Yeah, I know what a bomb is, thank you." You reply curtly. "But what exactly do you mean by that? Like, how does this have anything to do with the new trick?"
"It's quite simple, really." She sits on her haunches. "Trixie uses this device to arm herself. Once she does, she will only have a short period of time to get the antidote."
"Antidote?" You ask.
"Yes, antidote. Did Trixie stutter?" You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Good. Once she is armed, Trixie will only have a short period of time to undo a series of locks to reach a potion within a box. If she succeeds, the countdown is stopped."
"And if she fails...?" You ask.
"Hohohoh! As if Trixie could fail. But, in the instance that Trixie is prevented from completing the task, well...Let's say that Trixie will be hotter than ever." She replies coolly.
"Wait, what!? You mean to tell me this could legitimately kill you!?" You yell. Was this mare out of her mind?
"Pfft, of course not." She responds, waving a hoof. "The Great and Powerful Trixie would not let such a thing befall her. It is merely an illusion. Shouldn't you be well aware of how illusions work by now?"
You simply stare at her for a moment before facehoofing. "Really now...Okay, so you turn yourself into a bomb, do some tricks to get a potion, and make yourself not be a bomb. What exactly do you need me to help you do?"
"Well..." She begins to look a bit distraught. "Trixie needs a sort of...spark."
"Come again?"
"Trixie needs an...ignition, if you will. This trick...it can only work with a sort of start. Trixie can not begin the countdown willy-nilly. She has to have something that forces the countdown to begin." She turns her head so her eyes are no longer meeting yours. "Trixie was able to begin the timer before. Her desire to perform the trick was enough to be the 'ignition...'"
"So...why don't you just use that again?" You ask.
She looks to you again. "Do you think Trixie hasn't tried? She just isn't as eager to perform the trick anymore..."
"You? Not wanting to do a trick? When does that ever happen?" You ask again.
"When Trixie is forced to perform a failure, that's why." You give her a puzzled look, prodding her to continue. "The owners of the venue we shall be performing at next are afraid. When Trixie pitched the idea to them, they were scared of what a failed performance could entail." She turns away in anger. "They doubt Trixie. Even when she assured them that all was safe, they would have none of it until they knew a failed performance wouldn't cause any real damage!"
Seeing her getting a bit fumed up, you knew you had to step in. You've seen her when she has her little temper tantrums, and it's not pretty. "Okay, okay, all we gotta do is start that timer and wait it out, no biggie."
"Well...not exactly." She turns to you. "It takes a little more than just waiting it out. The timer actually has to reflect how Trixie is feeling at the moment. The more excited she gets, the closer she gets to...y'know, kaboom."
You really had no idea what to think at this point. "So...how exactly do we go about doing this?"
"Well first off, we won't get anywhere without doing this." Her horn begins to glow again, and the device on her back illuminates. You watch as it begins to spin. Accompanying the movement is a sound not unlike whirring gears.
You can't help but ask. "So, is that really necessary?"
"Truthfully, no. But it gives the audience something to believe, does it not?"
You shrug. "Fair enough."
After a few spins, she lifts the device off her back and sets it on the ground. "Now, we have to stimulate it."
"Okay, so, how do we go about doing that?" You ask.
"Trixie's first plan: Make her angry." She states.
"Just, make you mad? That's it?" You reply.
"Yes. Perhaps she can start the countdown by getting angry enough."
"Oh, well, this'll be easy." You say.
She gives you a sharp look. "And why's that?"
"Uh, hello? You do have a pretty bad temper!"
"Trixie does not!"
"You kidding? You get pissed over the smallest things! Remember when I got a wrinkle in your cape the other day?"
"You know very well to not touch Trixie's cape!"
"Still, that doesn't mean you don't have a short temper."
"She does not!" She stamps her hoof loudly.
"Heh, whatever you say. Seems like you're pretty mad right now!"
She simply stares daggers into your eyes for a few moments. After a short period, she lowers her head and sighs. Sitting on her haunches, she speaks. "It's not working..."
"What? How do you know?" You ask.
"Trixie can just feel when it begins, and this isn't making it start..."
"Well, is there anything else we could do to kickstart it?"
She looks around the room a bit, possibly searching for some way to stimulate the 'timer.' When nothing seems to catch her interest, she looks at you again. She opens her mouth to speak, but stops. Her eyes go wide and she gasps slightly. She clamps a hoof over her mouth, and you spot a slight blush on her cheeks.
What the heck is up with her? You've never seen her do something like that. "Uh....Trixie?"
Her eyes dart around a bit, but she finally sets them on your eyes. "W-Well...I-Trixie did think of something that could work..."
"And that would be...?" You ask, leaning in slightly.
"Just remember, this means nothing between us." She states. You're about to respond when she beats you to it. "This is merely for testing purposes, got it?"
"Uh...okay? So, what is it?" You ask skeptically.
She looks into your eyes and stands up. Sighing lightly, she takes a moment to steel her nerves. Whatever she was planning looked incredibly tough for her to do. Taking a few deep breaths, she takes a few cautious steps toward you.
You lean your head back slightly. What was she doing? She's getting awfully close. Her face is about to touch yours! You begin to backup, only to find your path stopped by the door. Looking back, you realize you never shut that. Did she just....
Turning forward again, you find her exceptionally close to you, a powerful blush on her cheeks. You feel your heart racing as the mare closes the distance bit by bit, until finally...
Your lips meet. It was a very gentle touch, just a passing graze of the flesh. Your eyes are as wide as saucers as she lingers for a moment, enjoying the contact. Or loathing it, with her, it's impossible to tell. Your body is completely frozen as the kiss lingers.
After a short period, she backs away. She stares into your eyes with her own. Her face held a strange mixture of emotions, ranging from lust to disdain. "T-Trixie thinks that th-this may work...Would you...care to help her test?"
She wasn't forcing you into this. She was genuinely asking if you wanted to help. Was that her way of asking if you were uncomfortable? Sure, you had definitely not expected that, but it would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy it. Besides, it was a mutual service. You were helping her, and she had made you feel rather...pleasant. Though no one had asked, you always did think that Trixie was a rather good looking mare.
And here she was, that same mare, offering herself to you...what are you waiting for?
"Let's test that theory." You respond simply.
She puts on a small smile and waits. Doing your duty, you lean in and kiss her again. This time, it was much more passionate, as both parties were pushing into it. Your lips meet a bit more forcefully, and you no longer hold back. Her soft, tender lips pressed against yours eagerly, and her tongue swirled around in her mouth a bit, edging closer to your mouth. Not waiting on her, you open your mouth and drag your tongue over her lips, eliciting a small moan from the mare. Taking it as an invitation, she presses her tongue against yours, pushing hers into your mouth. She lavishes in the presence of your mouth, taking a rather thorough feel of the cavern.
After a moment, the two of you break the kiss and take a much needed breath. Not wasting anytime, the two of you go right back into it. Cautiously, you raise a hoof and stroke her neck, resulting in a small squeak from the mare. You worry that might be a bit too much at first, but you quickly dispel the worry as she raises her hooves around the back of your head, pulling you closer. With a bit more confidence, you raise a hoof and stroke her mane, eliciting a sigh from the mare. With no idea if this was even working, you continue your assault.
The two of you pull back again, and prepare to go right back to it.
Beep
Your eyes shoot open and meet hers. She immediately looks up to her horn. After a short pause, that sound occurs again.
Beep
Her horn flashes green and makes an audible sound. With a confused look on your face, you look back down to her features to find her smiling widely.
"It's working!" She exclaims. "We must keep going!"
"Well, alri-" You're cut off as she presses her lips against yours again. Not that you mind, of course.
Lifting both hooves, you begin to run them down the length of her back, bringing small sighs and moans from her. She begins to run her hooves through your hair, and you shiver under her touch. You can feel her relaxing more and more in your embrace as she really gets into it. Her kisses become more and more intimate, as she explores your mouth with more vigor by the moment.
She pulls away for a brief moment. "Trixie must admit," she says between breaths. "You're rather good at this..." She punctuates her statement with another kiss.
You pull away this time, taking note of her still-beeping horn. "Heh, you must be right, if that thing says anything," you joke, pointing to her appendage.
She huffs slightly. "Just shut up and keep going."
Chuckling slightly, you give in as she pulls you right back to her lips, greedily kissing you. Her barrage slowly quickens its pace, planting kiss after kiss upon your lips faster and faster. Each time, she makes sure to indulge in your flavor. You follow her example, testing your tongue against hers gratuitously.
As you kiss, the beeping continues. After a bit, it begins to level out at a steady rate of one beep roughly every three seconds.
She breaks off the latest kiss rather abruptly. "This...This isn't enough..."
You look into her eyes. "Any ideas?"
"Well..." She looks off to the side. "Trixie does have one thing in mind..."
You open your mouth to respond, but only get to let out a yelp as you're suddenly enveloped in a blue aura. You feel yourself being lifted into the air and flung away. Landing on something solid, which squeaked lightly at your added weight. You regain your senses and find yourself on a bed. Her bed, to be exact.
You look over to her direction only to find herself jumping up and over you. She plants herself right above, a very suggestive look in her eyes. Of course, you weren't complaining.
She quickly closes the distance and starts peppering your face with kisses. She kisses you wildly, with no aim or direction. You happily obliged, and met her every step of the way, kissing back with just as much gusto. You lift your hooves and begin to run them down her back, gently massaging her sides. She plants her hooves on your cheeks, keeping you aligned with her lips as much as possible.
She begins to lower her body, and soon it reaches yours. Your fur intermingles with hers as your heat is shared, bringing forth a new sort of pleasure. She subconsciously rubs against you, her body almost grinding against yours. You can feel her growing warmer by the second.
You decide to get a little adventurous, and bring your hooves a bit lower on her body. With your hooves over her flanks, you begin to gently massage her Cutie Marks. This brings a rather loud moan from the mare, and her body begins to sift a little more.
She pulls her head back again, giving you a playful glare. "Trixie doesn't recall giving you permission to touch her great and powerful flank!"
You smile cockily in return. "Well, we know at least one part of that statement is true."
She huffs slightly. "She never would have taken her assistant to be such a hound dog!"
"And are you saying that's a bad thing, because your horn says otherwise."
Beep Beep
You look up to find her horn flashing at a slightly faster rate. Rather than the green it was flashing moments ago, it was flashing a bright yellow instead. You figure you had just hit some new stage in the countdown, or something.
She suddenly looks off to the side. Her cheeks are flushed and a tiny bit of sweat is present on her face. Turning back to you and giving you a very lusty look, she grins mischievously. "We're going to have to go deeper..."
You open your mouth to question, but are cut off as she suddenly thrusts a hoof downward. You yelp slightly as her hoof comes in contact with a very specific area of your body. You let out an involuntary moan as she begins to massage your member, grasping it firmly. Within seconds, you could feel your shaft growing solid. You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure as her hoof gently caresses your member, pressing and squeezing it in all the right ways.
The mare over you coos slightly at your member. "Hmm, hmm...Trixie never expected you to be tucking away all of this..."
"I-Is that supposed to be a-ah! An insult?" You manage.
"My, my, prickly today, aren't we?" She never lets up her mischievous gaze.
"I never t-took you for such a tease, Trix..."
"A tease?" She huffs dramatically. "A tease wouldn't take you this far and finish you, would she?"
Once you were hard as diamonds, you finally manage to open your eyes. Yours met with hers as she stares at you, her tongue hanging out playfully. All the while, her horn was flashing yellow and beeping rapidly.
"Ready?" She says, smiling seductively. You simply nod in response, unable to bring yourself to words.
With that, she leans in and kisses you again. You could feel her lowering herself onto you slowly. Within seconds, you can feel your head very gently pressing against her sex. Her entry was already soaked in her fluids, and she teasingly rubbed it against you for a moment, getting you hyped for the moment. She moans softly into your mouth as she moves, her breath shuddering slightly.
No longer able to stand it, she delicately pushes herself down a bit more, engulfing your head inside of her. She squeaks slightly as her folds begin to part, but she doesn't stop. She pushes bit by bit, slowly taking more and more of you inside of her. Her walls gently squeeze around your member, sending waves of pleasure up and down your spine. She was fairly tight, but not to the point of being uncomfortable.
Before you know it, she's taken in the full extent of your shaft. She's breathing heavily, and her cheeks are incredibly flushed. She looks down to you before giving another cocky smile.
"Oh my...Trixie never, hah, thought you would be so...perfect, really..." she whispers. "Just, give her a moment..."
"N-No trouble...I could stay like this all day." You say, half-jokingly.
She gives you that 'are you serious' look. "Humph...perhaps we'll have to test that theory later..."
"Heh...so I, ah, take it this is more than for 'testing' purposes then?"
She casts her gaze to the wall, her cheeks flushing a bit more. "Um...Trixie won't lie...she might have thought about it...once or twice..."
You chuckle slightly. "Heh, yeah, just once or twice, right?"
"Sh-Shut up..." she manages, no longer wanting to come up with snappy remarks. "O-Okay...ready..."
With that, she begins to move. She slowly lifts herself up, pulling you out. Just as she reaches the apex of your member, she begins to lower herself once again, albeit faster than the initial entry. The sensation of her walls hugging you is driving you wild. The feeling was like no other, and she was as perfect a fit for you as you were for her.
You moan slightly as she lifts herself again, only to press herself down once more. With each thrust, she moves a bit faster, slowly gaining momentum. All the while, her horn was flashing and beeping more and more frequently, slowly building up to the inevitable boom.
Your member is absolutely coated in her fluids, adding on to the incredible pleasure you were feeling. Her sex was grasping and squeezing your shaft tightly, massaging and pulling it within her, begging for more. You lift your hooves to her flanks to assist in doing just that. You begin to pull and push her more forcefully, adding on to the already intense pressure the two of you were feeling. She doesn't object to the added force, of course, and only begins to moan even louder as a result.
"Nngh! Y-You're so- I can't- ah~♥!" She squeaks, losing herself in the moment.
You can't find it in you to spew out any words. You begin to subconsciously buck your hips upward. Within seconds, the two of you find a rhythm. As she lowers, you raise, and vice versa. With each movement, you can feel the pressure within your loins growing. She moans louder and louder as time goes, swiftly approaching her end.
"T-Trixie, I'm getting close!" you manage.
"N-No!" She yells. "Not yet! I'm, nyah, n-not there yet!"
"I can't hold it forever!" You yell, feeling your peak fast approaching.
"S-Switch with me!" She responds, pressing herself close to you.
In a moment of uncontrollable drive, you grab her body and roll her over. With you now looming over her, you begin to swiftly press yourself deep inside of her. She doesn't seem to mind, and her moaning increases tenfold. She plants her hooves on your head, bringing you closer, caressing you tightly.
Not one to disappoint, you kick it up another notch and press into her even harder. In correspondence, her moans grow even louder, almost to the point of screams. She yells your name repeatedly, begging for more.
BeepBeepBeepBeep
Her horn was going absolutely nuts at this point. It was flashing a vivid red now, and was beeping rapidly. It was only a matter of time...
You repeatedly slam into her, a definitive noise being produced in the process. You were coated in her juices, and it soon showed as she began to leak onto her own bed. She wraps her hind legs around your waist, pulling you in even closer. Her moans only continue to escalate.
You felt the pressure in your nether regions growing at a rapid rate. It wouldn't be long before the dams burst. Unable to control yourself, you kick it into maximum overdrive, pounding against her at a rapid rate. Her sex continuously pulled and squeezed you, driving your member mad.
"YES! ~Ah, don't stop~♥!" She yells, barely capable of forming words at this point.
You breathe rapidly, close to reaching your wits end. She was just as lost as you were, nearly at the apex of her pleasure. The pauses between the beeps was nearly nonexistent, and she was convulsing more and more heavily by the second. Her moans and the beeps were the only things that filled your ears, and you no longer could sense the outside world. The only thing on your mind was her and the favor you were doing for her.
The pressure was nearing its peak! You were so close, and judging by her horn, so was she. After only a few seconds, the beeping was replaced by a constant, high-pitched hum, and her horn was glowing a solid red.
"T-Trixie, I can't...!" You struggle to speak, unable to contain your oncoming eruption.
"I-I, I'm gonna, ah, AAH~♥!"
With one last thrust....
KA-BOOOOM!
Your vision is filled with nothing but white. You were blinded by....whatever had just happened. You thought for a moment you saw fire, but were too lost to recognize anything. The very definitive sound of an explosion was there, but you lost track of anything else.
Slowly, your vision returns to you. You heave breaths, overwhelmed by the sensation that just occurred. You had absolutely lost yourself in the pleasure, and from the look of things, so had she. She was breathing just as hard as you were. Your bodies were lightly coated in sweat, and you could feel your face was just as flushed as hers was.
Finally finding the strength to lift your head, you look around to find the explosion had disturbed absolutely nothing. It really was nothing more than an illusion. You turn your gaze back to her, only to find her staring into space.
"Th-that...that was..." She says between breaths.
"...informational?" You joke.
She looks up to you, too tired to make her 'are you serious' look. "Y-yes...very...informing..."
You chuckle slightly. "So....what happens now?"
Her gaze meets yours, and she suddenly develops that familiar smile. She gives you a rather sloppy kiss before pressing her hooves against your chest, rolling you over until she is on top.
Her horn glows its usual blue aura and from the corner of your eye, you see the wind-up device levitating towards her. It plants itself between her shoulders and begins winding.
"Trixie never...lets her audience go...without an encore..."