A Night To Remember.(Oneshot/Request)

>Boy,sure is quiet.
>Besides from the ambient piano playing in the background.
>You use your fork,toying with your salad in the low light environment,the clinking of silverware meeting plate clearly audible,echoing throughout the dining area.
>You shift your gaze towards the mare you accompanied,and notice she isn't even eating,but staring at you,seeming intrigued by your every movement.
>She giggles a bit as you lock eyes with her,those two amethyst jewels sparkling ever so in the low light,half lidded eyes,sporting some sort of sultry glare.
>Her usual attire replaced with a lovely dress that matches her eye color,and her mane is styled in a way that resembles Mrs. Cakes',but only in the back.
>Her fore hooves lie on the table,resting against against both of her cheeks.
>Her coat is as blue as the open sky itself,seeming almost luminous in as it is so vibrant.
>"Enjoying our 'date' Anon?" She questions raising a brow your way.
>You begin to sputter out a response,only to gain another stifled giggle from the other side of the table.
>"I'll take that as a yes."
>That was surprisingly the first time you had heard her refer to herself in the first person.
>She resumes observing you as if you were a wild animal in the savannah,and you continue or at most attempt to continue,eating.
>She falls silent once more,and you do as well.
>About a half an hour passes until another utterance is made,and its you clearing your throat.
>"Anon.."Trixie says in a low tone
"Yes?"
>"I think this date is a tad bit boring..and we need to spice it up a little.."
>Finally!
>Atleast she is willing to admit this is a fluke.
"What'd you have in mind?"
>Her grin widens and she shifts around I her seat.
>"You'll see..."
>A waiter casually trots towards tour table and begins to question you,
>"Would you like to order desert monsieur?"
>Almost as soon as your mouth opens,you feel a slight warmth on your crotch,which in turn causes you to yelp a little.
>The waiter only stares in confusion as Trixie uses her magic to pleasure you.
>You try and regain some composure,but find yourself thrusting into a nonexistent hand.
>"I'll just come back..."
"N-No! No...W-we'll ha-HAVE th-the devils cake."
>He stares at you,then at Trixie,then back at you.
>"Whatever your choice is monsieur."
>As he leaves you can hear Trixie giggle once again.
>"This fun enough for ya Anon?"
>As much as you didn't want to admit it,this was kind of..fun.
>Being jerked off in public is quite a thrill.
"S-sure.." You stutter out.
>"And there's more to come." She says with a wink
>You now ache for release as your hips collide with the air itself,and Trixie no doubt is enjoying watch you squirm.
>"Beg for it Anon..I want to hear you beg."
>The motions cease and in that moment,you feel heat rush to your cheeks,and almost instantly,you chirp
"P-please let me cum Trixie.."
>"Not good enough Anon."
"O-Oh great and Powerful Trixie,p-please let your humble servant have release?"
>She flashes you a smile and dives underneath the table,hiding in the cloth that covers the majority of it.
>You can feel her tearing away at your pants hungrily as she undoes the button with ferocity.
>The waiter returns,with a small platter of three to four slices of cake.
>"Monsieur,where is your date?"
>Your mouth opens,but no sound comes out as Trixie wraps her lips around your semi exposed head.
>"Monsieur?"
>You sit in pure bliss as Trixie runs her tongue along your shaft,the waiter standing in confusion once more.
>"I will just...leave these here monsieur.."
>He quickly backs away and flies back into the kitchen.
>Oh god you feel like your gonna explode.
>Trixie's delicate tongue work on your tip is marvelous,and puts you on edge,but soon as you feel the slightest bit of release,she comes to a complete halt.
>You want to whimper in protest before she uses her magic to move a few bits of her clothing closer to her nethers to the side.
"W-what are you-"
>"Hush...somepony will hear you.."
>Compliance isn't an option here.
>She turns around and straddle you,eventually hopping in your lap,fully lodged deep inside her.
>"Anon,you better appreciate this...Trixie's sticking het neck out here.."she says in a low sultry tone
>Her walls tug on you,coaxing you deeper inside,trying to milk you for what your worth.
>Luckily you two had one of the side booths,so its not like anypony will notice you..for now.
>Trixie shifts her weight around,swinging her hips left and right,occasionally flicking them back in an upward  motion.
>Trixie's motions grow faster and faster with each passing minute,and by now you had expected to reach climax,but by some mystical force,hadn't.
>The both of you had begun to make quite a bit of noise,seeing as just about everyone in the restaurant was watching ,with each in every pump,the viewing spectators eyes followed along,almost rhythmically.
>That is until you finally feel that familiar pressure growing in-between your hips.
"Trixie..Im gonna-"
>"INSIDE!"
>Can't be one to deny a lady a request right?
>You blow your load,and torrent after torrent fills her womb,eventually so much to the point where most of it spills out.
>And before she can dismount you,you are both picked up and thrown out,bouncer style.
>"Well.."Trixie begins,still impaled on your cock,"Wasn't it atleast a night to remember?"
>It was.
>Because you ended up
>Fucking Trixie.