(AiE) The Great and Powerful NOPE (B+) *clop*

>Ugh, another "glorious" night in Manehatten
>This place sucks
>When you're not bumping into the lowlifes trying to make a quick bit, you see the upper crust flaunting their wealth
>Anonymous the human; that's you
>The only human in this messed up world, and it has been that way for at least 3 years
>These ponies didn't care that you stumbled into their world one day
>As long as you weren't causing trouble, why bother?
>Manehatten had many talking animals anyway, what would one more hurt?
>You actually preferred it that way
>They didn't bug you about the different species shit, and you didn't bug them
>It got a little different one drunk night, but alcohol does weird stuff to people
>You never even got that mare's name
>This is your life now, and you're gonna waste some of it in this bar
>The days go by well enough for a town full of apathetic selfish pricks
>That's why you stay; Because it sucks just like everything else
>You're not alone in your list of troubles
>The Dirty Hoof had just the right amount of everything in that regard tonight
>Everyon-PONY in the bar kept to themselves
>You all had your own shit to deal with, and you all knew that
>No sense in adding to it
"Hey barkeep, pass me another," you raise your glass to the pony serving drinks
>He nods to you, and gets started right away
>A female voice suddenly speaks up
>"I'll have whatever the hay the furless one had."
>Who the...?
>Where did the blue mare come from?
>You'd comment on how she looks like the world just shat on her, but you also recall that you just said nop0ny sticks their nose in other people's business
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>She catches you looking her over
>"What," damn that's a lot of venom, "do you also want to ridicule Trixie or something?"
"Uhh... ridicule Trixie? Look blueberry, I don't know any Trixie."
>She facehoofs
>"You're looking at her"
>Oh god, is she actually speaking in third person?
"You've got to be kidding me. We randomly meet, and you think I'd just start adding to my list of problems by ridiculing a mare in a bar?"
>"Wouldn't you?"
>Seriously?
"Look blueberry... Trixie, everyp0ny has their own problems. Nop0ny likes adding to them. Whatever issues you got, they're yours; not mine."
>A "hmph" is all you get for your troubles
>Good, you don't want to listen to anything other than the sound of alcohol flowing down your throat
>A moment or so passes while you two sip your drinks in silence
>"You've got good taste."
>You barely catch that
"Hmm?"
>"I said you have good taste. This stuff isn't that bad."
>Huh, she can talk normal. Praise the sun or whatever
"Good for what ails you I guess," you say, raising your glass to her
>She actually clinks yours with her own in toast
>"So what are you?"
"Making conversation now?"
>"Just avoiding the topic of our troubles, and I need something to distract me from my own."
"And you think being a 'furless one' isn't that much of a problem?"
>She gives you a "seriously?" look
>"In a town like this? Nop0ny cares what you are; just what you can do for them."
"Fair enough I suppose. I'm a human if you're really curious."
>"Hooman? Never heard of it."
"Human. And I doubt you would have. I'm the only one around."
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>She quirks an eyebrow as she looks at you
>"And you would consider that a problem?"
"Back where I'm from, humans are pretty much the only sentient ones around. Given that, wouldn't you find it a little wrong to bed something like a dog or a cat?"
>She puts a hoof to her chin in thought for a moment
>"What about ponies, griffons, dragons, and minotaurs?"
"There are ponies, but not the others. The ponies aren't sentient either."
>This gets her attention as it does all the others
>She wants to say something, but just shakes her head
>This gets -your- attention
"Go ahead and say it."
>She looks back at you with surprise
>"No, I was just curious about something is all."
"I swear if you ask me about my love life-" she cuts you off
>"What? Why would I ask about something like that? I don't want to hear about how many mares you've bedded or what size your dick is."
>You cock an eyebrow
"Then what was it?"
>She looks down for a moment and sighs
>"I was just going to ask how you deal with being... different."
>Your eyebrow is about to come off your face if it arches any higher
"I don't get what you mean. You said earlier that nop0ny in this town cares what you are. This sounds like digging into the pro-" you stop yourself
>"Now you know why I didn't want to say anything. You make one rule, I abide by it, and you then try to break it."
>She looks you up and down
>"You look smarter than you actually are you know."
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"You're one to talk blueberry."
>This gets a scoff out of her
"You're not that bad a st-guy... umm."
"Anon."
>There's that eyebrow again
>"That's your name?"
"Problem?"
>"Hmph, I suppose not. It -is- unusual though."
>You only shrug in response and down your drink
>Setting it on the bar, you fish out some bits
>You wave to the bartender and get off the stool
>"You're leaving?"
"Uhh yeah? I'm not getting too drunk in a place like this."
>You start walking towards the door
>She finishes her own glass, levitates some bits to the table, and gives a casual wave to the bartender
>"Wait for Trixie."
>Again with the third tense?
>She hops off the stool and trots up to your side
"Something up blueberry?"
>"I'll thank you not to call me that anymore."
"Suit yourself, but what is it you want?"
>She readjusts the hat on her head for a moment
>"That conversation, I... enjoyed it, and would like to continue enjoying it."
"Whatever, I suppose some company wouldn't be that bad."
>She quickly looks up at you as the both of you reenter the world outside
>"Company? You don't think Trixie is offe-" she cuts herself off when you facepalm
"No, definitely not. If you want to crash, fine, but this isn't a flank call thing."
>"Hmph, is Trixie not good enough for you?"
>You fix her with a "seriously?" glare
>"My, aren't we touchy. I was only making a joke Anon."
>You opt not to respond and continue walking towards your apartment
>There's no such thing as a "house" for anyp0ny here except the snobs in the upper class
4/16

>The conversation continued the whole way home, but it wasn't that bad actually
>Blu-Trixie could actually be interesting when she wasn't talking about herself
>You tried to ask her about what she does, but she referred you back to your original rule
>Work must be tough if it's enough to create trouble like that
>Sure, it can suck, but the way she put a stop to that topic sounded like it was a sore subject
>Judging by the way she looked, you assume there was more than an element of suffering to it
>Not too hygienic, mane looked like a rush job or poor pony's job, and those eyes... hatred, torment, and what looked like a wish for revenge
>She has definitely hit a rough patch somewhere along the way, but you don't care
>It's not your place, and you don't want to hear about it
>Finally reaching your door inside, you reach out for your keys
>You notice what sounds like Trixie humming to herself
"Something on your mind Trixie?"
>"Hmph, not exactly. I'm just wondering what an apartment inhabited by a creature such as yourself would look like."
"It's not a 5 star hotel, I'll tell you that much."
>Weird, why did her ears fall for a second?
>Opening the door, you immediately click on the lights and toss your jacket on the chair next to it
>It was practically built for minotaurs, but the size suit you perfectly
"Feel free to make yourself at ho-"
>You don't get to finish that as she had already trotted in past you, set her hat and cape on the chair, and took a seat on your couch
5/16

"No formalities huh? I like that."
>"Hitting on Trixie again?"
"Nah, Anon thinks Trixie is too drunk."
>She starts laughing
>"That was adorable."
"I aim to please milady," you say with a small bow
>Got ya, she blushed at that comment
>"Stop that. It's too much."
"You like it and you know it."
>"Hmph, I meant it was too funny. Did you not hear my laugh?"
"Was that a laugh? Sounded like blushing to me."
>She puffs her cheeks
>"Blushing does not have a sound, and I did no such thing."
>After a sinister chuckle, you flash her a grin
"Then why did your face become red? Looks nice on you."
>There it is again
"Easy Trixie, I'm only teasing. I had to get you back for the 'look smarter than you actually are' comment."
>She decides to turn her nose up at you, but this only makes you laugh
"Look, I don't know what you've been through, and I don't really care. You're free to sleep here tonight, but let's not add to each other's problems. Deal?"
>Her ears perk up, and she looks at you curiously
>"Where did that come from?"
"You looked like you were taking the whole thing seriously. You did blush you know."
>"Well, perhaps I did find it flattering that you said 'milady,' but I refuse to admit that you and I could be serious."
>She's good
"Who said anything about being serious? I mean, who gets together like that after a drunk night like this?"
>"Who indeed."
>You both look at each other
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>After a moment of staring into each other's eyes, you both break out in a fit of laughter
>"That was... haha thank you Anon. I haven't laughed that much in a while."
"I never got to say it earlier, but you're not that bad yourself, Blueberry."
>That fiery hatred could melt the ice caps back at home
>"Did Trixie not say that she didn't want to be called that?"
"Maybe."
>You stand up as she continues glaring at you
"Well Trixie, I think I'm going to bed. The couch is all yours."
>Those ears stand straight up, and she actually looks surprised
>"You expect Trixie to sleep on the couch?"
>Really?
"I've only got one bed, and that couch isn't really big enough for me. It's only wide enough for you and I to sit next to each other."
>It was virtually the size of a loveseat, but it was all you could get a hold of
>"Trixie doesn't... move in her sleep."
"Trix, listen to yourself. What is it that you want?"
>She shifts uncomfortably for a moment
>"I don't really know, but I just can't sleep on a sofa."
>You rubbed your fingers along your temple in frustration, slowly migrating down to the bridge of your nose.
"Fine, If we lay back to back, then there shouldn't be a problem. Just stay on your side."
>She looks at you with what seems to be a hint of gratitude, but it's marred by those glimmers of negativety you noted earlier
>"That is... acceptable."
>She sounded like she was trying to hide the fact she was grateful, but at the same time she almost implied that you were there for her
>Whatever, as long as she doesn't cause trouble
"Just come on Trixie."
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>The two of you enter your 'luxurious' bedroom
>It just has a bland grey color scheme, simple queen size (for your world) bed with white sheets, and basic nightstands on both sides
>There's also the closet near the doorway to the bathroom that's also connected to the hallway
>It doesn't really matter to you since you don't spend too long in here anyway
>By the time you usually get in here, you're dead tired from the day
>That's pretty much why it's left undecorated, but it seems Trixie doesn't know that
>"Your bedroom..." she doesn't finish that sentence as she looks over to you
"I don't spend much time in here, why do anything with it?"
>One of her ears falls to the side as both of her eyebrows try to touch her horn
>"You don't bring a lot of mares home often hmm~?"
"Out."
>"Hmph, fine. Trixie apologizes."
"Can we just get some sleep? Morning won't exactly come easy after how much I had tonight. I might not be full on drunk, but I can feel the buzz."
>Trixie nods as the two of you get prepped for bed
>This involved you stripping down to your boxers which made Trixie quickly turn her head
"You're joking right?"
>"Your garments... they don't hide... you very well."
>You shrug and settle in under the blanket
"Deal with it sweet cheeks. Good night."
>You roll to your side facing the opposite direction and close your eyes
>She climbs up on the bed as well, and settles herself in from what you can feel from the movements of the bed
>There's a bit of shifting from her side, but you ignore it
>Suddenly you feel her back against your own
"Trixie?"
>She pushes a bit harder
>You roll over and catches her pushing herself into you
"What are you doing?"
8/16

>"Please Anon..."
>wut
"What do you mean?"
>"Just for tonight, I want to forget everything..."
"Whoa dollface. I thought we agree-" a hoof silences you
>She has rolled over and is looking into your eyes
>"I know, but we're not talking about adding to our troubles. We both just want to escape them right? If even for one night?"
>Why do you have to be curious?
"I know I'm gonna regret this, but what do you want?"
>She lifts her head up and pecks you on the nose
>"One night where Trixie doesn't have problems. They don't exist for either one of us."
"And here I thought you didn't want a one night stand," you flash a grin at her
>It doesn't matter; you're not home anymore
>They don't mind, so why should you?
>It's not like you're just gonna wake up again back in New York
>Even if you did, where does it say that you have to tell them?
>"It won't matter after tonight will it? We'll both go about our business, but we'll both be refreshed. Consider it a fair trade, and we both get what we both need."
>You place your hand on her shoulder, and she looks at it
>"There's just one thing."
>Here we go
>"I want to know if you'll be committed to seeing this all the way through. Trixie has to know you'll go all the way."
"Lemme guess, you have some sort of crazy fetish or something?"
>She grabs your hand with a hoof and pulls it down under the covers
>Eventually she pushes your hand down to her nethers, and you feel it
"Trixie? You'r-" silenced once again by her other hoof
9/16

>"Just for tonight. Nop0ny has to know, and we can both go about our business."
>After she pulls her hoof away from your mouth, she reaches up and plants her lips to yours
>You don't fight it; you can't
>Instead, you decide to rub the spot she pulled your hand to, and it elicits a moan from her into the kiss
>She was right; what would be so wrong about two random individuals refreshing each other's spirits and going about their business
>She scratches your back, and you scratch hers
>You take initiative, pushing yourself up
>Not breaking the kiss, you pull her underneath you
>If this is truly what she wants, then you'll give it to her
>You don't even stop rubbing her down below
>Tongues meet quickly, and they swirl around one another
>They trade saliva and messages from their respective owner
>Soon, you let her explore your mouth as you rest the unoccupied hand on her cheek
>You hold it in order to secure her to you and add to the sensations you're assaulting her with
>She, in turn, wraps her hooves up around your neck
>They pull you into her more and more as you force her tongue back into her own mouth
>Unable to fight it due to you working her lower body, her mouth is forced to accept your tongue
>The taste, the feel of her moan vibrating the air of her mouth, and the welcoming feeling from her jaw all begin to excite you in 'that' way
>You make no small effort to mark every territory your tongue could reach, and hers guided yours about her mouth
>They essentially tangled together, but at the same time they moved about as if they were two animals frolicking in a field
>It quickly becomes too much as you both break for air
>Nothing but pants can be heard in the room while the strand of saliva still connects your tongues
10/16

>You're incredibly aroused, but so is she
>The 5th leg has fully emerged from its sheathe between your bodies, and rubs against yours as well as your stomach
>You said it didn't matter, and you're too buzzed to really find a fuck to give
>Maybe you won't remember it in the morning?
>Running your hand along it you reach your head down to whisper in her ear
"I hope you don't mind receiving since I -do- mind."
>You pull back, stare into her eyes, and continue rubbing along her shaft with your hand
>"W-what do you mean? Unnngh~"
"I'm not a fan of butt play, but I don't mind playing with yours."
>You accentuate this by letting your fingers dance across her full, furry rear; but not before teasing her puckering hole buried deep within the fleshy mounds
>She lets out a gasp at the feeling of your warm digits coming into contact with her back door
>You press in for one more quick kiss as you stop teasing her to ready yourself
>Sliding your boxers off, both your members come in contact for the first time
>The strangest feeling you have ever felt in your life
>A good buzz seems to be helping you keep your cool
>Pulling back, you wait for her to recognize what needs to be done
"Trixie?" you say as you stop rubbing her fleshy hose
>She looks up to find you sitting back on your butt in front of her
"We can't do this dry..."
>"I suppose I can help."
>Still the same, even to the end
>She sits up, and moves to take care of lubricating your length
>Her muzzle is mere inches from your rod, and you can feel her warm breath tracing along the skin of your shaft
>It's soothing in a way
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>Wasting no more time, she proceeds to run her tongue around the tip
>This elicits a moan from you that could not prepare for
>Her tongue continues to apply a sufficient lubrication to your tip before she moves lower
>A long lick runs from the base near your reproduction storage center up to the head once more
>You let your head lean back and look up towards the ceiling
>She then proceeds to let her tongue curl around one side of you and around to the other side
>This continues as she slowly works her way back down to the base
>Another reverse course takes her back to the head, but she's not done
>A warmth surrounds your length as she takes you into her mouth
>Once more, a moan escapes your throat as the feeling of her mouth wrapping you like a warm gloves arouses you further
>A "mph" is emitted from Trixie as you believe you just became harder
>"Maybe it's too big for her," you silently snicker to yourself
>It isn't as she takes you to the back of her throat and then pulls back
>A simple oral session begins as she rocks her head back and forth
>In and out you go as she coats the sensitive appendage with her saliva
>Resting a hand on her head, you can feel your loins getting tighter
>It has been too long, and you actually do need this
>A few more moments pass, but you believe the stretch of time since your last encounter along with the booze has made you a little less than eager to prolong the ride
>Enough is enough as you lightly grab a hold of her mane and release into her mouth
>She takes it all like a champ as you fire as much as you can down her throat
>Not. One. Gag
>She releases you with a slight pop after making sure you're through
12/16

"That was pretty good Trixie, but we should prepare it for the main event," you say after a contented sigh
>No more words from her as she lays down on her back and raises her flank towards you
>You assume she just wants to get the fun started as quickly as possible
>Unusual for what seems like a possibly chatty mare... or is it stallion now?
>Crawling into position, you reach down to your own length and begin prodding her rear entrance
"Are you ready Trixie?"
>A nod is all she can muster right now
>Her ears have flattened themselves against her head, and her eyes have shut tight
>Tense doesn't begin to describe it as she is clearly bracing for what's about to happen
>Positioning yourself, you take a moment to prepare yourself as well
>You take it slow as you begin to try and force that hole to expand
>She grunts, and you ever so slowly increase the amount of pressure you put against her
>Finally, it gives way and you slide inside which brings forth a throaty moan from her
>Tight, warm, and incredibly soft are the only ways you can describe her colon as you push inside
>You press all the way to the hilt and relish in the feel of her rear pressed against your hips
>Giving her time to adjust, you take note of the squeezing her rectum is doing to your length
>Taking it slow once more, you begin pulling out of her, and she lets you know that she's enjoying it with another grunt
>You don't give her time to relax once you nearly pull out and slide in at an increased pace
>Bumping your hips against her flank again, you hit start to the instinctual thrust command in your subconscious
>It reacts normally, and you begin to pound away at her increasingly tight rump
>Slaps, moans, grunts, and bed creaks all add to the tune of your service to one another
13/16

>That fleshy rod of hers seems to flop up and down as you penetrate her butt over and over
>Her head shakes this way and that, and her ears almost melt into the furry skin of her head
>That horn of hers lights a little, sending a feint amount of sparks here and there
>You imagine that she's really enjoying it so much that her magic is responding involuntarily
>Since it has no spell to direct it, the magical energy just spews out like a sparkler
>It's nothing dangerous because the sparks fizzle out just a millimeter after escaping her horn
>"A-Anon, T-Trixie is about t-to..." she can't seem to finish her sentence as her hooves reach out to grab something
>The side of the bed and the pillow she lays on are where they end up
>Whatever it was must not have been important if she couldn't spit it out
>You don't stop, but you look down at her rod as it seems to be tensing up as well
>Also noticeable is her sack which seems to fluctuate a bit
>Her head pushes itself into the bed, her back arches, and she lets out a scream
>"spit it out," could not have been a worse thought
>You don't have enough time to move as a torrent of liquid plasters itself to your face like a facehugger
>She continues to coat your face for a second or two, but you don't make one move to avoid it
>How much worse could it get now that you had the first layer covering your appearance?
>You have long since stopped thrusting, and can only watch as her member falls limp
>Her body also goes limp as the only sound is her pants
>She just released all over your face, and all thoughts have ceased
>It's as if your mind has just shut down entirely
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>A moment or so passes before she looks up at you
>You can see her suppress a giggle, but it quickly turns to concern
>"A-Anon, I'm s-sorry. I wanted to warn you, but..."
>A strand flows down along your lips, and you involuntarily catch a bit of a taste
>Curiosity once again strikes as you bring a finger up to the facehugging goop
>Running that finger along your cheek, you pull another strand off
>You just look at it for a moment, and then look towards her
>Her face betrays the curiousness and worry in her eyes
>It tastes like blueberries with a bit of a salty flavor
>You pull your finger back out of your mouth, gather another strand, and offer it to her
"Blueberry," is all you can utter since your ability to think is still offline
>Hesitantly she gives it a lick, and her eyes and ears display her surprise
>Those ears quickly fall back down when you begin thrusting once more
>Your mind has been restored, and you're gonna finish this
>You cannot seem to care that your face sports her release
>It's just another trouble, and the two of you are not looking to add to your own lists
>Quite a few more thrusts is all you need to find yourself ready to empty yourself once more
>The pace is intense, Trixie resumes moaning heavily, the bed creaks, and you grunt each time her rear clenches down around your length
>The feeling of her warm glove squeezing down on you is all you can take
>With a moan from you, your body ejects all of your reproductive seed into her rectum
>There is no fanfare, and there is no celebration
>The only thing that happens is you let her go, and slowly slide out after you're spent
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>Taking a moment to breathe, you finally get up off the bed
>Trixie makes no move to get up
>She just lays there exhausted, and it seems the buzz has also taken its toll on her
>That body of hers has nothing left to give, and a light snore begins to make itself known
>Once in the bathroom, you begin to clean your face
>Splashing some water on yourself while holding your head down near the sink is your process
>Satisfied with the cleanliness, you rub your face down with a towel as you look at your reflection
>Staring into the mirror, there's nothing in your mind concerning what happened
>Like you said, it's just another trouble
>Content that your face is fine, you make your way back to bed
>You spare one last look at Trixie before climbing in
>She'll be gone tomorrow, and you'll both have what you wanted
>Will you see her again? Probably not
>That's your last thought as you lay down, cover up, and close your eyes
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