Backstage Magic

>You sat home one lonely Saturday afternoon.
>You looked outside.
>It was a beautiful day, wasn't too hot, but still bright.
>You decided to go out, it was better than staying in your house all by yourself.
>Money check.
"Crap."
>You blew most of your money on food this week.
>You could probably go out to either work or see your friends, either one would do.
>As you took what little money you had out the door with you, you wondered what you would do for the day, go work or go hang out?
>You decide "Screw work, I'm gonna hang out with a friend today."
>As you walk into town square, you remember what each of them was doing today.
>Applejack was working again, but her sister and friends would be near in their clubhouse.
>Pinkie was working as well, but she's probably on break or finished by now.
>Rarity didn't have any important deadlines at the moment, and was probably designing a new lineup or pampering herself at the spa.
>Fluttershy said she would be at the market for some food for that demon she calls Angel.
>Well, at least that was what you heard, she was always so quiet around you...
>Twilight was in the field with Rainbow Dash to help her with tricks, and maybe to call for help if she just crashed hard.
>It was Saturday, so Miss Cheerilee was probably at her home.
>As you tried to decide, there was a crowd gathering in the distance, but you couldn't tell what they were looking at.
>Where were you going to go?
>You decide to let curiosity take over as you wandered over to the crowd.
>You move your way to the front of the line, gently nudging ponies aside while half-heartedly apologizing for it.
>You finally see what everypony has been gathering around.
>"Watch in awe as the Great and Powerful Trixie performs the most spectacular feats of magic ever witnessed by pony eyes! "
>Fireworks go off while a fanfare blares from a wagon.
>You remember that Twilight told you about this pony before once or twice.
>This was Trixie, she was a traveling magician who spoke loud and proud.
>You assume this was just for show and her personality was quite different from this.
>You watch for a while as she performs some magic tricks that manage to impress you.
>You take the time to look at her outfit.
>She donned a large cape and matching hat with an array of stars over it.
>She wore a black vest and shorts that seemed to reveal a lot of her legs.
>You look lower, you saw her sapphire-covered high heels.
>You start thinking to yourself what beauty lies beneath those shoes.
>You look off in the distance, there's still time to meet up with another friend.
>However, you think about what it would be like to be enticed by those magical feet.
>You decide to stick around and watch the show.
>You watch as she creates many optical illusions, many which impress you.
>Suddenly
>"Trixie needs a volunteer for her next trick!"
>You shrug and shoot your hand up.
>"You! Get on stage!"
>She doesn't point at you, but at another pony nearby.
>A very light-green pony runs up to the stage.
>Trixie brings out a long box, and you can already tell where this is going.
>"Trixie needs another volunteer."
>You raise your hand once again for the heck of it.
>She actually points at you.
>"You, you'll be perfect!"
>You hurry to the stage, standing next to the other volunteer.
>"What are your names?"
>"Lyra!"
"Anon."
>She nods, pointing at Lyra while the box opens.
>"Watch as The Great and Powerful Trixie splits a mare not into two, not three, but four separate parts!"
>You slowly nod, it was a bit more original.
>"Now, Miss Lyra, enter the box and let it close over you!"
>Lyra complies, looking around as the box closes.
>Only her head, arms and feet stick out.
>"Now, watch as Trixie painlessly splits this pony apart!"
>She pulls out a chainsaw out of nowhere, and it whirrs to life.
>Lyra looks terrified.
>As the chainsaw descends on the box, Lyra shuts her eyes tight.
>You actually cringe, even though deep down, you know she'll be fine.
>As the box splits apart, you see Lyra has calmed down.
>Until the chainsaw whirs up again.
>After the other two cuts, Lyra's body is dissected into 4 parts.
>Trixie spins each section around, showing that she has been cut in half, but still responding.
>"And to everypony who doesn't believe..."
>She points to you.
>"Anon, remove her shoes and socks!"
>You walk over to Lyra's feet, slowly removing her slip-on shoes and socks.
>Her green feet curl and her toes wiggle.
>You can already feel blood flowing to the basement.
>"And now, watch how this mare still responds to touch!"
>You guess that's your cue, and you starts scratching your fingers on Lyra's soles.
>She immediately bursts out into uncontrollable giggles.
>"H-Heeheehahahaha! Stop that!"
>You grin, continuing to torment her.
>You're going to have to find a way to hide a boner onstage.
>You wriggle your fingers all over her feet trying to find her ticklish spots. Trixie speaks to the crowd over Lyra laughing away, unable to do anything.
>You hit the area between her big toe and the ball of her foot, and she goes berserk.
>You hear her loud laughs almost overpowering Trixie's as each box starts to shake.
>"Anon, you've made your point. Put her shoes back on so Trixie can put her back together."
>You comply, slowly slipping her socks and shoes on before standing up.
>As Trixie puts Lyra back together, you can feel her glaring you.
>You chuckled to yourself, thinking about making it up to her later.
>After you went back into the audience, the show continued.
>You try to hide your still hard manhood as best you can.
>You start picturing Lyra's feet.
>How soft they were to the touch, how long and slender they were...
>Damnit, it's not going down at this rate.
>After the show, you wait until the crowd leaves and Trixie retreats into the wagon.
>You shrug, maybe you could get a backstage treat.
>You walk over to the door and start bouncing your knuckles off the wood.
>"Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap."
>"Who is it, and what do they desire of Trixie?"
"Uh, Great and Powerful Trixie? I was...just wondering how you did that one trick with your volunteer."
>You smack your head, why would she tell you...
>"A magician never reveals her secrets! Definitely not The Great and Powerful Trixie!"
>You stroke your chin for a moment.
"May I come in for...an autograph, O Great and Powerful one?"
>"Hm..."
>You decide to bitch it up.
"Oh please, Magnificent Trixie! It would be my dream to get an autograph and spend my time with you!"
>You hear the door unlocking.
>"Trixie enjoys your groveling. You may enter."
>You walk inside, looking at her decorations.
>It's actually quite extravagant. There are some pictures of herself plastered on the wall, and so many props and furniture it almost seemed like a home.
>"Now, about that autograph."
"Ah, right."
>A few seconds later, you look in your hands.
>It's a high-gloss photo of Trixie of course.
>"To Anon, from The Great and Powerful Trixie."
>"Now that you have your autograph, you may go."
>You panic a bit, wanting to stay and stare at those blue feet all afternoon...
"Wait, could I stay for a little while longer?"
>Trixie glares at you.
>"What possible reason do you have to give to Trixie so that she would let you stay?"
"I...I'd like to know more about you."
>"Hm...alright."
>She kicks her shoes off, revealing her pristine blue feet.
>She lays down on the couch, leaving just enough room for you to sit down.
>You take your seat next to her soles.
>Trixie wiggles her toes, almost like she was teasing you intentionally...
>"Hmmph, well, would you like to know Trixie's fillyhood?"
>You were legitimately curious, so you nodded, trying to keep your eyes off her big yet slim feet.
>"Well, my story truly starts when she went to school for the talent show..."
>"...And when I first met her, I was surprised that she was going to be a prodigy of the princess! I wonder what she's doing now..."
>You nod, Trixie is actually more interesting than you anticipated, you had completely forgot about the fact that her bare feet were once 3 centimeters away from you.
>You did notice that they were now on your lap.
>And her toes wiggling.
>Ah crap.
>Whew...Trixie hasn't told anyone this in a while...she actually is feeling better..."
>You smile, even if you weren't a professional therapist, you felt better if she did.
>"I can't believe I'm saying this...but...Trixie owes you..."
"If you insist."
>Trixie stretches her toes out.
>"Ahh, Trixie hates her shoes sometimes..."
>This is your chance, dude.
"Well, I could give you a foot massage..."
>"Oh? You don't need to, Anon."
"No no, I insist."
>Trixie places her aching feet in your hands.
>You nod, downstairs already working.
>You starts kneading the balls of her feet.
>Trixie starts to sigh in approval.
>You take your time to feel her soles, they were a bit firm, and so clean. They didn't have any callouses or scratches on them.
>Her feet weren't very soft, but you damn know what's hard.
>"Mmmph...Anon..."
>She closes her eyes, splaying her toes.
>"That's...so good..."
>You decide to take the risk.
>You put Trixie's big toe into your mouth, beginning to suckle.
>Somehow, you can taste something...magical.
>Has she used magic on her feet?
>Why isn't she responding?
>You look up at her.
>She looks back, a mischievous grin on her face.
>"Anon has a foot fetish..." She teased.
>You slowly take her toes out of her mouth.
"Trixie, I'm really s-"
>You're interrupted with the toes of her left foot shoved in your mouth.
>"Trixie can have fun with this... Do not stop until Trixie orders you to stop. Understood?"
>You reluctantly nod, suckling on her toes.
>Trixie continues to glare at you
>You might be here a while...
>You keep sucking, occasionally dragging your tongue under or between her toes.
>Trixie nods, not taking her eyes off you. >"You're already getting ahead...good."
>She take her toes out, only to press the sole onto your face.
>You take a good whiff of the scent.
>You want to exhale, but she presses her foot onto your lips.
>"Now, I'll reward you if you do a good enough job of making me pleased."
>You lick up her sole, the full taste of her foot hitting your tastebuds.
>Oh god your pants can't get tighter.
>"Mmmhmm...It's possibly adequate..."
>You poke your toes between her toes.
>You need to get her pleased now or your dick might just rip through your pants.
>You decide to make her pleased in a different way than she expected.
>You take her toes out of her mouth.
>"What are you doing?"
>You slowly trace a finger up her sole.
>"Trixie didn't tell you to st-aaaah!"
>She curls her foot.
>She is ticklish, at least, now to find her weak spot.
>"Stop it! Go back to sucking on my toes!" she ordered.
>You didn't listen.
>You wiggled your fingers down her sole, causing her to squeal and laugh as she tried to pull her foot away.
>You had used your other hand to grasp onto Trixie's ankle, making it very difficult to pull away.
>"S-stahahap!" She pleaded.
>You think for a few seconds.
>You look back at Trixie.
> She's glaring.
>Well, that settles it.
>You drag your fingers under her toes, causing them to splay out.
>"C-Cut it ohohohout! Ahahaha!"
>Well, that's better, but you don't think it's her tickle spot.
>You curiously tickle her arch.
>Trixie throws her head back, she screams louder than before.
>"NOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! CUT IT OHOHOHOUT!"
>This is evidently the most ticklish spot she has.
>You continue wiggling your fingers on her arch, causing Trixie to start tearing up from laughing.
>"I BEHEHEHEG YOU TO STAHAHAHAHAHAP!"
>She keeps on laughing, the other foot trying to kick you.
>You take the kicks, dragging your tongue ticklishly up her arch.
>"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAHAN'T T-A-aaah!"
>Trixie falls off the couch.
>You look over her.
>She glares at you.
"Well, you did say to please you..."
>Trixie smirks.
>"Clever...but..."
>Her horn begins to glow, enveloping your entire body with magic.
>You are thrown onto the ground, pinned to the floor by magic.
>By the time it wears off, you are flipped onto your back, and Trixie stomps on your chest.
"Trixie, I'm s-"
>"Silence!"
>She presses the other foot right onto your throbbing dick.
>"It's true, you did manage to please Trixie, however..."
>She sticks her foot in your face.
>"You have not pleased her enough. Please her properly and you will get that release you so crave."
>She snaps her fingers, and almost instantly, you're naked from the waist-down.
>She snaps her fingers, and almost instantly, you're naked from the waist-down.
>You nod, putting her 5 toes in your mouth.
>"Now get going."
>You slowly suck on her toes similar to an infant with a pacifier.
>"Yes...Trixie is pleased..."
>She slowly starts rubbing your cock with the sole of her foot.
>Oh god it's so soft...
>"Don't even think about cumming yet."
>You close your eyes, poking your tongue between her toes.
>Each time you do so, it makes her shiver with delight.
>"That's an obedient pet..."
>She takes her foot off your face.
>She still keeps the other one on your dick.
>"If you want Trixie to continue, beg."
"Oh please, Great and Powerful Trixie, I know my manhood isn't worthy of your nimble toes. My body simply aches for the smooth soles of a perfect being such as you!"
>"Hm...Better..."
>She clenches your dick between her toes, slowly stroking up and down.
>You can feel it getting close.
>She starts stroking faster and faster, her soft sole touching your sac.
>Oh fuck you're gonna cum.
>"Say you're not worthy."
>Sorry dignity, dick comes first.
"I'm not worthy, Great and All-Powerful Trixie..."
>"Good."
>She gives your shaft a gentle squeeze as she gives one last stroke.
>You finally release your load, all over your stomach.
>Trixie takes her foot off of you.
>"Trixie likes you, you have a good way of knowing your place."
>There's a possibility that you just unconsciously became her bitch.
>Or she'll just let you have your way with her feet.
>Well, might as well give it a shot...
"See you tomorrow?"
>"Trixie and her tantalizing toes shall be waiting."