Trixie Blowjob (no clop haha just kidding there's clop**)

"And let the battle... eheheh... let the battle begin!"
>You pretend this parkbench is a throne while Trixe and Twilight begin to duke it out in front of you. This whole joke has gone on for about a week now, Trixie and Twilight fighting over you, and it was getting stale.
>Until you came up with some fun ideas for them. Obstacle courses, relay rases, cooking competitions, and what you're currently doing, a fight to the death. It's all fake of course. You don't actually expect-
>CRACK
>Twilight's hoof crashes with Trixie's jaw, sending multiple teeth flying through the air and onto an onlooker.
"W-wait,"
>Trixie counters with a hard buck to the ribs, creating another loud crack before Twilight slumps to the ground.
>You fear the worst and immediately and jump off of the bench, but Twilight quickly shifts onto her back and springs her hind legs up into Trixie's chest, sending her flying. She catches herself from going to far with magic.
>"Oh, so we're using magic now?!" You can hear the fire and hatred in Twilight's voice. What the fuck is going on?
>Twilight's horn sparks to life as a purple aura forms around Trixie's eyes. She stares at Twilight for a moment, confused, before screaming in agony. She closes her eyelids only for the eyeball below them to swell up a second later. Only then do you realize exactly what Twilight is doing.
"Twilight. Twilight! Stop! You're hurting-... you win, you win!"
>"Really?!"
>Twilight releases Trixie without a moment's notice to leave her to sob and bleed.
"Twilight, I didn't think-"
>You're cut off as she pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss that you don't really return.
>Off to the side, you can barely hear Trixie whimper, "W-why? I just... I just wanted...”

>Six month anniversary with Twilight Sparkle. Since the fight, she’s returned to her normal, nerdy harmless little filly state.
>She’s very possessive, but in a ‘could be worse’ way. Great listener when she’s not busy. Spike’s a pretty good cook, so that’s a nice bonus. Excellent, supportive friends. Cute as a button. Can really nag on you or lecture you when she’s in a mood, which is far too often. Great social status. Very smart. A little too smart for her own good sometimes. Awkward. Terrible in bed. Mediocre kisser. Very faithful.
>Those are the goods and bads of Twilight Sparkle in particular order.
>And as you said, today is your six month anniversary with her. She’s been insisting that the two of you take your relationship a step further, but you’re already living in the same place, her library, and having sex. The next step is fucking marriage, and you are far from ready from that. You’re not even sure if Twilight is the right girl.
>Lucky for you, today you don’t have to deal with all of that.
>”Anonymous, are you sure you’re okay?” Twilight asks for the twentieth time this morning. She received a letter from Celestia requesting her to come to the Canterlot Palace at once. Probably some sort of mission to save the world.
>You shrug in your small chair and put on a fake semi-upset face.
“It’s a bummer, but this is important, Twi. Don’t shirk from your duties just because of me.”
>”Because of US, Anon. This is a special day for us!”
“I know, I know.”
>She lets out a sigh and looks down to her hooves.
>”I-I wish I could just bring you along b-“
“But it might be something dangerous. We’ve been over this, Twi. The train is leaving soon so,”
>”Okay, fine. I just-“
“When you get back, okay? We’ll celebrate then. We’re not celebrating a date, we’re celebrating us.”
>A small smile and blush spreads across Twilight’s face.

>Shortly after, she and Spike leave for the train station. You wait a few minutes to make sure she isn’t going to come back and surprise you to collapse on a couch and get comfortable. Without a naggy housewife girlfriend around, you don’ gotta do SHIT.
>A short hour later you’re bored enough to fall asleep, making the day pass ever faster.
>It doesn’t feel like long until the sun sets and Ponyville winds down.
>You, still full of energy, have some surprise plans tonight.
>After slipping on a light jacket, you exit the library and walk into the cold, windy night.
>Ponyville is dead this time of the night, which works out very well for you whenever Twilight is out of town.
>A short walk later you arrive at a small apartment complex filled with studio apartments. This was a common destination for you whenever Twilight was being just a little too much for you to handle.
>You climb the stairs off the side and walk down to number 7 and give it a quick knock.
>The thudding of hoofsteps can be heard as they slowly approach the door.
>The door is cracked and you can see a silhouetted figure on the other side.
“Trixie?”
>You hear a deep sigh before the door closes, you hear some latches, and the door reopens fully.
>”It’s just you. Get in here, it’s cold.”
“Heh, you’re telling me.”

>She lets you into her cramped, smelly apartment.
>You set your coat on a small desk before looking back at Trixie. She looks just like she did six months ago, aside from the left eye. Almost completely bloodshot but her vision mostly remains.You consider her lucky for not having it worse.
>It’s hard to explain exactly what happened that afternoon. You almost feel like it was your fault.
>But, it couldn’t have been! They took the joke completely wrong and tried to hurt each other.
>Ugh, you’ve had this discussion with yourself far too many times. Twilight never showed that side of her again, and Trixie hasn’t shown a hint of wanting revenge. It’s all in the past.
>You make yourself comfortable on her dingy couch while she sits awkwardly by the door, shifting her hooves in anticipation.
“So uh,”
>”Can we get on with this? It’s my only night off this week and I will not waste any more time.”
“Don’t want to talk a little? Have a few drinks?”
>”Tch, if you wanted to talk, you wouldn’t have waited until the middle of the night to come over.”
“Aw, come on.”
>”No. Let’s get this over with. We can talk some other time.”
“Well, I can spend the night, tonight. Does that change anything.”
>She stares hard at you for a few seconds before averting her gaze and shaking her head.
>”We’ll… talk in the morning. Get on the bed while Trixie freshens up.”
>Rarely do you have the chance to spend some actual bonding time with Trixie. Now that you do, all she wants is to go through the same routines you’ve been going through over the past four months.
>And it’s not sitting well with you.

>A minute later you’re sitting on Trixie’s sheetless bed, half naked, waiting for the mare of the hour.
>She comes strutting out of her bathroom, sporting purple laced panties and stockings. Her normally tired and somber look is replaced with one of sensuality and excitement.
>You hate to say it, but in this town, you’re the only thing Trixie has to look forward to.
>You chew on your tongue while you watch her hips sway as she walks towards you.
>Your body realizes what’s coming and already brings you to half-mast. Trixie’s eyes drift from yours to her prize underneath your boxers.
>”Hmph, eager as always.” You spread your legs wide enough for her to get closer. Once inbetween your thighs, she props herself up and lays her hooves next to your hips and gently prods the semi-erect member underneath your clothes. She giggles as it twitches in response.
>She glances up in you, and smirks as the anticipation painted across your face.
>Impatience gets the better of you and you yank down the front of your underpants, revealing yourself to Trixie.
>”Well, well. If you’re going to be impatient, maybe I should just finish this in a quick couple minutes and send you on your way, hm?”
>You can’t think of an actual response, so you simply sit there with your mouth slightly agape while Trixie smirks at you.
>”I didn’t think so. Now, where was I? Was I… here?” She gently prods the tip of your member which causes it to twitch and become stiffer. “No? How about…” She then leans in, lets out a hot breath of air over you, and gives the head a quick couple flicks of her tongue.

>”Mmm, it seems I found my place.”
>A small blush creeps across your face. If she was able to get you this excited just from a few licks, it doesn’t bode well for your longevity.
>”What’s wrong, Anon? Worried?”
>YEAH KINDA
>”Do not let those troubles bother you where you’re here with me. Trixie is here to take care of you.”
“Well you don’t have to emasculate m-hhhehah…”
>Trixie cuts you off as she envelops your entire member inside her mouth. Only wiggling the back and tip of her tongue for a few moments before pulling back and easing up on you. Thank god too, that was… that was god damn dirty.
>Judging by the look on her face, she wants to mock you a little more. Too bad her mouth is a little preoccupied, so she concedes on letting her eyes do the talking on this one.
>She settles down to alternating between suckling on the tip to tracing her tongue around the edge of it. Whenever your head isn’t thrown back, the two of you lock eyes and communicate through simple expressions. Yours range from, ‘Yeah’ to ‘Oh yeah’ while hers change constantly, boasting and teasing you in many ways. It’s her goddamn eyes that make her the best blowjob you’ve ever gotten. Not to discredit her other talents in the sack, of course.
>But, it’s also your bane.
“O-oh shit…”
>Trixie quickly reels back just moments before she finds herself in a sticky situation. Heh.

>”You seriously can’t be already done.”
“Sorry. It’s been-“
>”Less than a month. Don’t make any excuses, I know you’re better than this.”
“Yeah but… Twilight. She’s so… You’re so much better.”
>Wait.
>Uh-oh.
>Trixie’s face instantly reads, ‘Did you seriously just bring up your girlfriend while I’m sucking your cock?’
“Shit. I-I’m sorry. Forget I said-“
>”No! No. The little Sparkle isn’t so fun in bed, is she?” Trixie places a hoof on the tip of your member and begins to gently massage it. “It makes Trixie wonder why you keep going back to her.”
>There’s no right answer to that question, so you keep silent.
>”Hmhmm, Trixie will make you forget all about her.” She whispers. “You’ll see.”
>Trixie brings both her hooves to opposite sides of your shaft and envelops it once more. She’s given you a minute to catch your cool, maybe you can last at least as long as you hoped.
>She doesn’t want to make it easy though. She skips the slow start and begins with quickly bobbing her head halfway down rapidly.
>You soon find yourself in the awkward position you were in a couple minutes ago, biting your lip to stifle any moans or curses, but you bring a hand to the back of her head as you near your limit.
>Fully aware of how close you are, she removes her hooves to allow herself to go even further.
>With one final pump, she consumes the entirety of your member and gives it a hard suck.
>Unable to hold it in anymore, you grasp onto her mane and give it a moderate tug as you unload your seed into the back of her throat.

>She takes the load like a champ, only eliciting a small grunt as you yank her hair a little too hard.
>Drained for the time being, you let go over her and collapse back onto the bed.
>After all the awkwardness and discomfort that comes with Twilight, it’s heavenly to be with a mare who knows what she’s doing. Who knows exactly what you want and how to give it to you.
>And Trixie is the perfect pony for that.
>Speaking of, she isn’t quite content with letting you lay there like a lazy bum. After wiping her mouth a few times, she climbs up onto the bed and looms over you with a look of desire. Her now messy mane brushes up against your nose and her tail flicks upwards and off to the side.
>”You have thirty seconds to get ready, because Trixie needs this more than you could imagine.”

>The next morning comes way too quickly as the dull sunlight shines through the window and into your eye.
>Unsure of what the time is, you get ready to spring out of bed lest Twilight see you sleeping in, but you quickly remember everything that happened yesterday. Twilight. Some important trip. Trixie. Yeah.
>You roll over and try to get comfortable again, but your own movements seemed to have stirred Trixie from her slumber. A minute later, she climbs over you and quickly trots into the bathroom. That’s your cue to get out of bed, you guess.
>After quickly putting on yesterday’s clothes, you move from the bed to the couch and get as relaxed as you can on an empty stomach. Damn, you’re hungry.
>Trixie exits the bathroom a few minutes later with her mane half brushed and teeth sparkling.
>Most surprising is that her left eye looks normal again.
“Heeey, the eye?”
>”Some simple illusionary contacts Trixie was prescribed. They’re uncomfortable though. I won’t wear them if I plan on staying home for the day.”
“Going somewhere?”
>”Trixie… I was hoping… we… could go out for breakfast?” She puts on a desperate smile, but she already knows the answer.
“Sorry but you know I can’t risk Twilight finding out about… you know, us.”
>Trixie flinches, but quickly accepts this answer. It’s the same one she’s been getting for several months.
>”Fine. But…No, not fine. I’m, I’m trying, Anon.”
>This is new.
“I know,”
>”No, you don’t. I don’t know if I love you, Anon. But, I really, really like you and… you’re with someone else, yet you come over and…Ugh!”
>She’s begun pacing around the apartment now.

>”Why can’t you break up with her?!”
“Because she might get mad and-“
>”No, she won’t hurt you! You know she won’t! What’s the real reason? I hear you complain about her all the time while you come over to fuck me! Why are you still with her?”
>Shit… shit.
“… Money, security, social status-“ You mutter.
>Trixie cuts you off with a loud sigh.
>”Tch, just as I thought. You want it all. If you don’t decide soon, I’m sure it’ll all be taken away.”
“Well, what do you expect me to do? Just wave goodbye to Twilight and move in with you?”
>”I HOPE, but I expect you to do what you think is in your best interests.”
>You have to rebuttal, so you sit there silently and let things stew over for a little bit.
“Okay… okay. I’ll make a decision. Soon.”
>”Good. The next time you show up at my doorstep, it had better be with a few suitcases. Otherwise, don’t bother.”
“Kicking me out already, huh?”
>She looks away once again and dodges the question.
“… Don’t you want to go out and get some breakfast with me first?”
>Trixie’s head twitches in your direction. You can’t see the expression on her face, but her body seems to relax a little at the notion.
>”Trixie… will continue getting herself ready. There’s some perfume on the table to your right. Use it, I don’t want to you stink like… well, last night.”
>Trixie retreats back into the bathroom without another word, leaving you to your thoughts and worries.
>She’s making this hard, but you think you know what you’re going to do. You’re going to feel like shit but,
>You think staying with Twilight is the smarter option.