Trixie's Big Bang
The audible sounds of fireworks exploding filled every eardrum across the landscape of Appleoosa, the open plains and tall rocky environment doing plenty to magnify the explosive light show. At the center of it, with an audience of entertained and enthralled looking ponies was the conductor of the illustrious show. The unicorn sported a fetching ensemble, her blue coat gaining brief flashes of red and gold and green from the fireworks shooting off above. Her leotard was the regular standard for a performer such as herself, complimented by long black socks with a diamond pattern stitching on the side that revealed the blue beneath.
Hooves tapped on the wooden stage as she did a small turnabout with a flourish as another wave of fireworks launched into the air, the spectacle captivating the countryside folks and making them applaud and cheer as the explosions formed into unique shapes from tales of old, such as caricatures of Celestia and Luna or mythical beasts like a hydra. “The Great and Splendiferous Trixie is so grateful for your attendance tonight! Trixie considers you to be one of her best audiences. And for that, I give you my grandest magic!”
Trixie’s horn gave off a radiant glow as she pointed to the night sky above them all, and as one rocket careened towards the stars, her magic reached out to it and gave it a little boost. The resulting explosion was truly magnificent, the night sky becoming painted with the demonstrably unavoidable image of Trixie herself grinning at the audience, even winking before the sparks of the explosion would finally sputter out into ash.
Tossing her long white hair behind her, the beautiful magician and fireworks specialist posed as the audience erupted into applause, whistles and cheers abound from end to end of the stands. “Thank you! Trixie considers you all to be wonderful! Thank you, Appleoosa!”
Once the crowd had dispersed and Trixie had shared enough pleasantries with the local council of ponies and buffalo - she’d even remembered all of their names correctly! - the mare returned herself to the train waiting at the station, parked to the side at a reserved space for itself and a couple spare passenger cars. This little tour idea of hers had worked wonders for Trixie’s confidence and in putting a bright shine to her name; where she once had to fake it and bluster to get attention, now ponies were actually inviting her to come! With money!
She did tell Twilight Sparkle that she was in fact still spreading friendship. Who can’t form a bond of friendship through explosive artistry?
But the less spoken about benefit that had been making this tour work out so well wasn’t just the fair amount of bits she could stash away to upgrade her reliable travel cart back in Ponyville. Rather, it was the good help she’d been getting along the way. Traveling all about Equestria in her cart wasn’t all that bad, but the poor thing would be worn out and needing all kinds of fixups! Her poor little cart! So at Starlight’s suggestion, she sought to employ the Friendship Express to be her transport and help.
At first, it had been a little tenuous to reach an agreement. But Trixie found a deal that suited her, and the hearty crew of the Friendship Express found it quite agreeable as well.
Stepping into the passenger car before her, Trixie found said crew gathered around a makeshift table using a large barrel and a few foldout wooden chairs. The four burly men each wore a similar pair of blue overalls and white colored hat atop their heads, but each bore different colorings to their coats to tell the difference in them. The closest one to her, Coop, looked up as she walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder for something to balance on as she posed next to him.
“Now what’s four handsome stallions doing in this little cabin and not enjoying the Great and Magnificent Trixie’s performance? Are we so bored already?”
Coop scoffed and shook his head, silver grey hair shaking with him. “Naw, little lady. Me and the boys were just enjoying some easy fun. We could hear the show banging and blastin’ from over here!”
“Plus it’s a little hard to miss all the flashing lights outside. I’m glad there weren’t any fire hazards this time.” Varnish joked. He sported whitish blonde hair and a light brown coat and had a smoother face than the other three. Trixie liked to qualify him as the handsome one amidst them, but each of them had their appeals.
“Indeed. That minor little incident certainly tried to tarnish Trixie’s good name, but Trixie overcame that challenge!” The unicorn puffed out her chest, the leotard doing it’s best to contain her impressive bosom. “Trixie is grateful for the help in containing that.”
The black haired stallion named Ash, furthest away from Trixie, set his cards down for the moment and folded his arms. “And that’s why we have water buckets always on hand. When things get a little too hot around here.”
Trixie nodded. “A good mind is appreciated by Trixie. Along with other good things each of you possess.” She left Coop’s side and wandered over to the last stallion, named Hotshot. The vanilla colored stallion was the youngest of the 4 studs, and one she enjoyed teasing. So with little fanfare, she slid herself into his lap and smiled at him, giving a light start from the way she rubbed her rear against his front before settling. “But Trixie had a thought that must be addressed. Trixie now sits at the end of her tour, and must return to the friendly acres of Ponyville.”
“Aye, we figured as much. The train will get it’s turnabout tomorrow and we’ll be back on smooth tracks back to good ol’ Ponyville. Wouldn’t take but a few hours at most.” Ash said.
“And while Trixie is happy to return home, she admits that she will miss the company of such dedicated young men.” Her hand wandered over Hotshot’s thigh, fingers dragging against the fabric of his overalls. With her back against his chest, she smiled at the other three in her sight. “And the good times we’ve all gotten to enjoy.” Her smile grew as each stallion managed to look at least slightly bashful.
The unspoken elephant in the room was that Trixie had slept with or fooled around with each one of them at one point or another during the tour. Sometimes it was in the evenings, sometimes in the middle of the day; Trixie was a mare with needs, and when you have 4 ready and capable muscular studs around you, one doesn’t linger long on waiting. It was understood that she couldn’t just pay for their labors and travel with just her body. A dedicated 30% of her income from the shows went to them, which was a fair price all things considered.
Getting her brains rutted out was just a benefit and stress relief for them all.
“So! Since Trixie is now done with her tour and has finished the public show with a bang,” she added before taking her hat and flinging it away to rest on a nearby crate, “why not have a fun private bang all together with Trixie?”
“You mean like…all of us at once?” Coop questioned. “Ain’t that uh…well, we’re kinda big for ya.”
“Yeah, and we don’t want to hurt you any. Ya’ll been real kind to us,” Hotshot remarked, fidgeting a little as Trixie continued lightly rubbing his thigh. He had an arm around her middle on instinct, which she appreciated and expressed that appreciation with another playful wiggle against his groin. Feeling something press back only encouraged her amorous intentions.
“What? You believe Trixie isn’t a big enough mare to handle you four all by herself?” Trixie taunted. “Trixie has plenty of experience! And certainly the curves to gain your attention, do I not?”
She gestured at herself with her free hand, inviting them to admire her beauty. It was true that Trixie’s show attracted attention from her theatrics and explosives in the sky, but the mare was no less appealing to look at. Long, pale blue, almost even grey-white mane that reached her lower back, framing an almost sinfully curved body that each of them had spend time enjoying. Just enough makeup to enhance her pretty facial features with a bat of her eyelashes and a pout of her full lips. Add in an hourglass figure that sported a large bosom and wide hips leading into a plump rump, and it was a wonder her leotard could contain her like it did.
“Ain’t no one on this train gonna say you ain’t beautiful, miss Trixie.” Hotshot remarked.
Trixie beamed at the compliment, and leaned up to kiss his chin for a moment. “Trixie thanks you. And just to show that Trixie isn’t just a big mouth blowing smoke…” With a practiced grace only she knew as a performer both in public and in private, the unicorn slipped down from Hotshot’s lap to kneel between his legs, made easily accessible thanks to his wide legged sitting stance. Thanking whatever fashion maker gave these overalls a zipper fly in the front, Trixie’s hands were quick to undo them and give herself access to her goal.
Fishing him out took a moment, but Trixie saw no reason to complain as she held his already swelling length in her hands. Slow strokes over the mahogany brown cock were just the key to getting Hotshot upright and quick. Even with the knowledge that his three other fellow stallions were all still seated at the same makeshift table, it didn’t stop the youngest from enjoying her efforts. Trixie, sensing zero resistance to her actions, leaned forward to kiss his tip with a loving smooch and leaving an imprint of her lipstick on him before engulfing it in her hungering mouth.
“...are we really just gonna sit here while damned Hotshot here gets first dibs?” She heard Coop complain.
“Well, Coupler, gotta give the guy some room to feel motivated to work,” Ash joked, “but maybe we should make sure things are locked up, huh Varnish?” The two stallions walked away from the table for a moment, leaving just Coupler to sit there. He grumbled to himself, but got up and went another way, the open and closing door implying he went into the other passenger car connected to theirs.
Left alone, Trixie happily went to work on Hotshot’s cock, slipping her tongue underneath his member while dipping her head further down. He was always a bit shy, Hotshot was, but when alone he was enjoyable for her. He slackened in his seat and brought a hand down to caress Trixie’s cheek, weaving his fingers up through her mane to keep it out of her face. She peered up at him from between his legs, and gave her best grin she could with a mouthful of cock in the way. His good manners awarded him a hard suck as she pulled back up to the tip, letting go of it to let it bob in front of her for a moment.
“Trixie can show you a magic trick, if you wish.” She purred while one hand came up to fondle his ballsack, gently kneading the hefty orbs in her palm.
“Yeah? Let’s see it.” He grunted out, adjusting his seat a little and accidentally booping Trixie with his saliva-stained cock tip. It didn’t bother her in the slightest; instead, she wrapped her lips around him again, and started to dive deeper and deeper down his length. He filled her mouth, then pushed through into her throat, and Hotshot was left groaning as Trixie lewdly kissed his groin with her nose flush against his skin, buried amidst the small tuft of hair that filled said nose with his musk.
“Hmm-hmm!” She hummed around his length as it throbbed in her gullet, pulling back to halfway slowly and letting her lips drag against his sensitive flesh as she did, only to dip back down and swallow around him again. Her mass of a mane bobbed with her movements, prompting Hotshot to finally thing to pull it back for her out of her way. Trixie didn’t mind her mane getting in the way a little, but knew Hotshot was a gentlecolt overall. Her steady pace continued as she blew him, the wet sounds of her lips gliding over him as well as the occasional wet “glrk” from her throat being plugged filled the room.
“Sun-damn, Trixie. I haven’t had any time to myself since before we passed the coast. I ain’t gonna…last long.” He grunted out to her. His warning did little to slow her pace, the mare working his shaft with all the sloppy wetness and warmth befitting her will. Only when she slowed down after another couple minutes and pulled off of his throbbing length did she reply.
“Good. Trixie will consider this your warmup.” It was all she let Hotshot hear before diving back in and deepthroating him once more. His grip around her head and mane became tighter, and when she felt him finally push down on her head some to move her even faster, she let him. It soon turned into a rougher blowjob than she’d planned, but his enthusiasm was welcome to her. She could feel herself getting wetter with each passing second, the lustful yearning in her building while Hotshot snorted and huffed, working her head into his lap to sheathe his member fully down her gullet.
It finally came to an end when he pushed her down firmly and held her head flush against his groin, Trixie letting her eyes roll back as a sudden deluge of cum began to flood her throat and splash into her stomach. It was hot, sticky, and thick; the kind of load she relished from the stallion and his fellow workers. But despite how sloppily she’d been sucking at his length, not one drop of his seed was let out from the seal of her lips. The sexual talent was one she’d been working on for awhile, and patted herself on the back for taking everything Hotshot had to offer.
When he finally released her and sighed, going limp in his seat, Trixie extracted herself and got out from under the table while wiping at her lips with the back of her hand. A simple cleaning spell purified her mouth and took away any excess, as if nothing had happened. “And they say Trixie can’t make anything impressive disappear.” She gloated as Hotshot’s half-hard dick gave a twitch of acknowledgement.
“How’s about a multi-man performance then?”
Getting Trixie’s attention, she took notice of the return of both Ash and Varnish, the young men standing at the ready on the other side of the table. Both had ditched their overalls while gone, and as Trixie observed, both were sporting eager packages inside of their briefs. Feeling her face warm at their intentions for her, Trixie met their cocky grins with a confident look of her own. A spark of magic from her horn allowed her to simply vanish away the rest of her garments, leaving her entirely naked before them. The cool air made her skin tingle as both men approached her, guiding her over to one of the spare lounge seats that could hold three ponies at once.
“On your knees, if you would.” Ash instructed, and Trixie was happy to oblige. The cushion of the lounge seat made it easy for her to rest on all fours, and she soon realized with eager anticipation why he made the request. Ash claimed the front, tugging his boxers down to free his growing jet-black member and let it rub against the top of her head. It pushed through her mane and emerged only when she tilted her head to give it an affectionate kiss.
From behind, Trixie felt her rump being fondled affectionately, and chanced a look over her shoulder. Varnish was entirely focused on her rear, hands groping and squeezing what heft of her’s they could grab. Internally, she felt rather proud of the bountiful curves she boasted, Varnish’s fingers sinking into her fat rump while his own dark colored member throbbed against her ass crack. But even as impressive as his size was, it was matched by her bountiful booty. He’d once requested a lap dance from her when they were alone, and she’d brought him to climax with but a few expert motions of said butt over his length.
“Two for one special? How nice of you to treat Trixie.” She teased, using her tail to lightly flick against Varnish’s bare chest. The inviting soft touch of Trixie’s tail prompted Varnish to act, aligning himself with her soaked folds after using his other hand to shift her rump enough to expose her. Trixie envisioned it as she felt him penetrate her, coaxing a delighted moan from her as the hot, thick length entered her marehood. Varnish was a stallion of all-around excellent proportions; rarely did he ever leave her unsatisfied when he bedded her.
Any further wit was cut off as Ash’s cock slapped against her lips, making Trixie form an “O” shape on instinct to welcome another member into her maw. He claimed it gladly, the unicorn submitting to his will and soon finding herself stuffed full of cock from both ends. Each of the men brought something different to the table when she laid with them before. Ash was more aggressive, but only so much. He knew what he wanted but wouldn’t make her uncomfortable. Varnish worshipped her form, admiring every feature of hers from head to hoof.
A buck from Varnish into her wanting marehood rushed her descent onto Ash’s cock. A wet “hrk” left her throat, but Trixie only felt a surge of pleasure go through her at the sensation of Ash’s cock stretching her throat. Behind her, Varnish moaned as she clenched around him on instinct, squeezing his cock as lovingly as she could for his eagerness.
“Careful. I don’t want her to bite me.” Ash half-joked above her.
“Sorry. It never matters how wet she is, she always feels amazing.” Varnish groaned out before pulling back, starting a slow rhythm of bucking into her depths.
Ash needed a little time to match up with Varnish’s movements, but to Trixie’s delight, the pair’s teamwork shined as they began to enjoy her in earnest. From behind, Varnish kept a grip on her hips, allowing her rump to slap against his groin as he’d hilt himself into her pussy with broad strokes. Every movement he made inside her was a jolt of pleasure that made a muffled moan leave her. At the same time, Trixie felt Ash’s grip on her head tighten, wrapping around a portion of her mane and the back of her head to keep her aligned best for taking his member as she was.
The unicorn felt an almost delirious sense of pleasure crawl over her as she slurped and sucked at Ash’s length, lavishing it with long licks of her tongue as it moved back and forth in her maw. Spitroasted between the two as she was, all she could do was take what they both had to offer. And with so much to offer, she was happy to let go and just bask in ecstasy. This was what she’d been hoping for: a truly memorable fuck for them all, for her and the men who’d been helping her. Some would call her a bit too easy to sink so readily into debauchery.
Trixie would happily inform them that everypony needs a little debauchery in life.
Varnish started to go harder from behind, picking up speed as he got further into the action. It became a back and forth between the two men as they worked her over: if one sped up, the other would do the same and leave Trixie adrift amidst ecstasy and wet slaps of flesh. She was able to look and see Hotshot watching from his seat, having gotten out of his clothes. He was idly stroking himself to the sight of the trio going at it, waiting his turn. She winked at him, or did her best before focusing back on sucking on Ash’s member.
The sudden snap of an orgasm hit Trixie at the same time as Varnish tugging on her tail. The light feeling of pain and tension was just enough to tip her over, causing her eyes to roll back and a squeal to escape from her throat. Ash and Varnish’s thrusting only slowed a little, in making sure she wasn’t hurting, but understanding reached them both as she sucked harder and clenched tighter around Varnish inside of her pussy. The pair picked up their pace, panting hard and moaning with her trapped between them.
‘Please cum, please cum, pleasepleasepleasecum!’ Trixie chanted in her mind.
She got her wish a short bit later. Telling who actually came first was too difficult: a sudden hot flush of liquid bursting into her marehood as well as into her mouth at the same time was more important in her eyes than calling an erotic race. Varnish had himself fully buried inside of her, groaning as his balls emptied into Trixie’s willing marehood. She welcomed every drop he had to give; in the same breath, she drank of Ash’s seed as it gushed into her mouth and throat. The only downside was he was still moving, making it difficult to contain everything. White trickles of seed dribbled down from her lips and onto her chin in perverse streaks against her blue fur, yet she drank of him diligently.
Only once Ash had extracted himself, his cock still hard despite having just came, could Trixie try to speak. Even then, it took a moment of her gathering up the cum still in her mouth, with Ash watching the whole time, before swallowing it down and grinning. Disheveled, sweaty, and with his seed still on her chin, she felt glorious.
“W-well? How was that, big maa-ooooh!” She trailed off into a whine as Varnish extracted himself as well, sliding out of her stretched marehood and giving one last tap on her rump before letting her slump onto the seat. A sliver of liquid, Varnish’s cum she guessed, started to flow out of her and onto the seat. “...Trixie feels cold now. Put him back in!”
The pair of stallions chuckled at her response. “I mean, I’m not opposed to double dipping. Are you?” Varnish asked.
“Hardly. We could trade spots?” Ash suggested.
“Why do you two get to have all the fun? I want a turn!” Hotshot exclaimed, standing up from his seat.
“The lot of you are all gonna wait your damned turn,” Coop’s voice came up from the back of the cabin, making the three stallions turn and Trixie to raise her head before seeing the gray-haired stallion peer down at her. While not much bigger than the other three, he seemed almost imposing as he towered over Trixie’s cum-speckled body.
“Aww. Wanting me all for yourself, Coupler? Isn’t that greedy? Trixie just wants to look after everypony.” The unicorn said while bringing a hand down to stroke a finger along her sensitive lips.
“Tch. Look after everypony, huh?” He said as he shrugged off his clothes and revealed his own massive length. He was actually the biggest of the four, with a girth that truly made Trixie go bow-legged when he’d take her to bed. “Maybe we should make you eat your words?”
“...how can Trixie eat words? Trixie doesn’t eat books.” The unicorn replied, licking her lips at the sight of Coop’s cock.
What had started out as a simple pass around of Trixie enjoying each of the stallions had broken down into a lustful gangbang that the unicorn was intensely aware of. Her control was gone, her body an altar for the lustful intentions of all four of the train crew. There were times she had indulged while alone, a fantasy to ramp up her desires when only silicone or magic could make do. But here and now, surrounded on all sides, she was entirely at their mercy.
And she loved it.
The barrel that had been used briefly as a gambling table was replaced with an actual table with a blanket overtop it. It served as her resting place, though little rest at all was happening. Placed on her back, with her head draped over the edge, Trixie was immersed in stallions from all angles. Coop had taken claim to her pussy first thing, the warmup from Varnish doing it’s job of making it so he could slip right in and stretch her in just the kind of fashion she wanted. Any lustful moans were lost on Hotshot’s cock in her mouth, this time him being in control of the pace and savoring how her throat hugged his length.
Varnish and Ash were on opposing sides, each being given a handjob from Trixie’s skilled hands. It was decided they’d be relegated to those spots because they had just had their turn, and no one was going to deny Coop his turn. Besides, it wasn’t bad; Trixie’s soft hands did wonders to help them enjoy themselves, all while being made into a lustful toy for their benefit. Coop kept Trixie’s legs elevated, hoisting them up so they’d dangle over his arms as he gripped onto her.
“Fucking, big mouthed, tight ass!” He grunted out as he slammed his cock into her, continuously rocking her body forward and onto Hotshot’s dick. Her moans came out in wet “glrk” sounds and slurps buried beneath the other stallions’ moans. Coop was the biggest of them all, and it showed as Trixie’s whole body shook in ecstasy with every hard thrust he gave her. His size was enough to make a bulge appear in her belly, but she could take even him. “She never stops gripping you, even when she’s surrounded by cock!”
“Do you always gotta work yourself up so much, Coop?” Ash questioned as he bucked his hips into Trixie’s stroking hand. The fact that he was being so casual while nude around his coworkers seemed to be the understood mood for them all; the focus was on Trixie pleasuring them, and nothing else.
“He’s just antsy because he’s last. Always bringing up the rear.” Varnish joked before giving a soft grunt as a spurt of pre-cum spit out from his tip onto Trixie’s forearm. “Damn, if only we could keep her tour going.”
“Don’t give her ideas.” Coop replied before starting to thrust faster, making the table shake beneath Trixie while he threw his head back and gave a low groan. “Fuck!”
With all of this happening around Trixie, the unicorn entertainer let herself be adrift in a lustful sea of pleasure, all the while sucking on Hotshot’s cock. Being the center focus of such desirous attentions was as arousing as the sex itself; to know each of these men wanted her, yearned for her and wanted to express it in the most direct physical way possible. She tensed and squealed around Hotshot as a climax rocked her body, her world becoming a blur as she felt his smooth balls bounce off her nose and face while he thrust into her maw.
The rich smell of sweat and sex surrounded her, while the sensation of Coop’s cock plowing her continued to be a red-hot rod of delight she accepted with enough greed to make a demon proud. She didn’t care if she couldn’t walk tomorrow, or if it took even a whole week: she was too lost in the enjoyment of a horsecock filling her womb to the brim and stretching her wide. Forget performances and magic shows and one-upping Twilight Sparkle. Let her just enjoy getting rutted like this for all her days.
“This is…really good, ung,” Coop grunted out, as Trixie sucked and stroked the rest of them while taking every inch of his member, “but I need more. Ain’t enough like this. Can I borrow her for a minute, boys?”
“Sure.” “I guess?” “Man…alright.”
Each of the others’ agreements resulted in Trixie finding her world moving around her, a gasp leaving her as Hotshot’s cock was extracted from her throat and she had to let go of Varnish and Ash. Her world turned into a pure focus on Coop, who took hold of her around the middle with one strong arm while the other focused on gripping her plush rump with one hand. Her head rested against his sweaty, bare chest, hard muscle greeting her cheek as she looked up to him, half-dazed.
“T-trixie is confused?”
“Trixie’s about to see what a real bucking’s like.”
Coop’s pace before was steady, but now Trixie realized he could give her everything. His pace became like a jackhammer’s, ramming away at her marehood. With her hoisted into the air in his grasp, all she could do was cling to his torso and be taken for a literal ride for her life. Not that she was complaining; the new angle let Coop hit some very sensitive and welcoming spots in her cunt that needed attention. She moaned into his chest, feeling her whole body rock from his efforts and even making her butt cheeks bounce and clap as he went. Trixie took it all, happy to become Coop’s sex puppet.
“Fuck Trixie! Fuck Trixie! Fuck Trixie!” She chanted, tongue lolling out of her mouth.
Coop didn’t need to be told twice, the rest of the group stroking themselves to the lewd display of their entertainer turned fuckdoll getting ridden. The boiling point was close for them all, but they held off as best they could. Even Coop eventually hit his end, his rough pace stuttering as his body tensed up. Trixie’s eyes opened a little, then more and more as an utter flood of cum erupted inside of her. With Coop hilted inside of her and plugging her entrance with his thick cock, each fresh wave of seed was left to pool inside of her. He always had the largest load of the four, she vaguely recalled through the orgasmic sensation of being filled.
Coop sighed in relief as his orgasm tapered off, lifting Trixie up with ease enough to get himself extracted from her still clenching tunnel. Even so, as soon as he was out, a flow of white spunk globbed its way out of her stretched cunt and down her legs, the mare moaning from both that sensation and the sudden lack of his hard cock inside her. But Trixie was left surprised again as Coop stepped forward, moving her with him before she was laid down on the table again.
“Hose her down, boys. She’s too hot for any one stallion.” Coop taunted, folding his arms and looking on at the slightly cum-bloated mare. The other train workers caught on, and surrounded her with their members likewise primed and aimed.
Trixie, ever the entertainer, managed to pose with her legs spread and her chest hoisted up by tucking her arm underneath her breasts. “T-Trixie is ready.”
The downpour of cum that rained down on Trixie’s body was as dense as molasses, with long sticky strands of cum splashing all over her body from head to groin. She basked in it, moaning as multiple splotches of cum landed on her face and her closed eyes, even dashing across her mane and forehead. Plenty was given to her tits as well, the blue becoming speckled in white and left dripping in spunk. It smothered her fur, the four man bukkake making sure that she was drenched in cum at every juncture.
When all was said and done, the men took a step back to admire their handiwork while Trixie laid there, awash in bliss as her hand idly ran over her chest, scooping up a dollop of seed to lick off of her fingers. The rich taste ran over her tongue and soothed her, her other hand reaching down to caress her sore marehood.
“Now that’s celebrating with a bang.” Ash declared, earning a chuckle from the other three surrounding Trixie. “Only downside is, damn, that’s a lot to clean up.”
“Well, we can always get a new blanket in town, surely. A little hand scrubbing, no problem for the wood.” Varnish said.
“That can all wait till morning, right?” asked Hotshot.
“Sure. I don’t see us going anywhere anytime soon.” Coop agreed.
“T-Trixie has…a proposal.”
The statement was punctuated by a soft moan while all four men looked on as Trixie leaned up on her elbows, licking her cum-stained lips clean. She trembled for a moment, but soon had enough stability to manage a flick of her mane before grinning confidently.
“What about an encore performance?”
The four men shared a look at one another, before they each grinned at Trixie’s lustful expression. Needless to say; they definitely did not depart from Appleoosa until the next morning proper.