Showmanship (Trixie, futa)

You'd accepted Trixie's job offer of 'personal assistant' without hesitation. After all, beggars couldn't be choosers, and you weren't far from begging at the time. You'd nearly run out of bits, and quite simply put, no one was hiring. At least, they weren't hiring you. You knew Trixie vaguely from watching a few of her shows in wealthier times, and you'd figured she probably couldn't resist the attention she'd get by having a big, scary human serving her. You weren't far off in that guess, either; Trixie kept you off the stage most of the time, but you always seemed to get paraded around at least once per performance. You didn't mind, honestly. Bitchy though she was, the attitude somehow worked on her. Truth be told, you actually kind of enjoyed her incessant bragging after a good show.

Today's had not been a good show.

The crowd was small, it had started raining halfway through, and even Trixie couldn't be perfect all the time; she'd managed to flub a couple of her techniques, to much laughter. All of this added up to a disappointing pool of bits, and a very steamed showmare at the end of the day. More importantly, you could tell from her fuming that her pride had been wounded. And you knew exactly what her response to that would be.

Trixie entered the wagon without a word, sighing heavily in frustration as she sat down heavily in her chair, staring blankly into her mirror. The soft pattering of rain against the walls was the only sound in the cabin, as you wisely choose to keep your peace and continue rolling up some of the unused fireworks. Anything you said at this point would probably just irritate Trixie more, as would trying to slip out. Best to simply fade into the background as much as possible.

It was not to be. "Servant!" Trixie calls, locking her gaze onto you challengingly. You notice a small, competetive smirk beginning to crease her face once again. She pushes her chair back away from the desk, giving you a good look at the rapidly stiffening horsecock nestled between her legs. Even at half-mast, she puts most stallions to shame... not that the vain unicorn would have it any other way. It's only natural for the Great and Powerful Trixie to be the best. Her smirk grows wider as she sees your gaze firmly fixated on her member, and you'd swear her virility stiffens up just a little bit faster, becoming fully erect. Her proud shaft twitches eagerly, ready for use. "My cock needs warming. Get to it."

Without waiting for your response, Trixie seizes your entire body in her magical field, bodily dragging you towards her. You know better than to resist. Even in this department, Trixie is better than most - the average unicorn could never dream of lifting something as large as a full-grown human being, but Trixie seems to have little trouble. Her face twitches in concentration as you reach her. Her horn's glow brightens slightly, and you feel a flurry of telekinetic energy pulling every which way. Your clothes are stripped in seconds, leaving you completely naked and floating helplessly before the dominant unicorn.

Trixie licks her lips. "Time to earn your keep." Carefully, she lifts you over top of herself, not bothering to shift in her chair. Her legs are splayed out, relaxed and unconcerned as she positions you over her jutting cock. Once her flare is pressed firmly against your pucker, she lets the spell fade.

Trixie's cock invades you easily, effortlessly despite its massive size, gravity doing the work for her as you are impaled on her length. Your mouth opens in a trembling, silent scream, the strength instantly fleeing your muscles as the arrogant showmare brutally claims your asshole. Your muscles cling around her shaft, involuntarily milking Trixie's dick for all they are worth. Her massive size ensures you feel every last inch of cockflesh, that you are aware of every throbbing vein. Trixie's prick becomes the focus of your entire world. Only with effort do you remember to breathe. She's managed to bury her shaft in you balls deep, leaving you obscenely seated on the showmare's lap. Your eyes are half-lidded as you struggle with the feeling of being so completely filled with mare-dick.

Trixie groans, revelling in the hot tightness of your ass. Fuck, she was never quite sure which she enjoyed more - the sex itself, or the rush of so utterly dominating you. Flexing her hips, she thrusts lightly against your ass, provoking a small yelp. A rush of warmth shoots through her groin as your ass once more massages her cock, and rush of warmth through her mind at your submissive sound. She wants to hear it again.

Trixie's grin grows as she once more relaxes, leaning back casually into her seat. Her horn once more emits its trademark glow as she takes you in her telekinetic grip. Rhythmically, she begins to lift and lower you, again and again, masturbating her massive pride with your ass. The unicorn takes her time, never once deigning to use her hooves as she pulls you up and down on her shaft, your asshole clinging at her wonderfully. She's careful not to let you get used to it; any time you stop moaning like a whore, she replaces her slow, steady motions with hard, furious pounding that hilts her maleness inside your ass on every pull. Really, she's too kind to you, she muses. If anything, she should make you pay HER for this privelege. Being allowed to ride the cock of the Great and Powerful Trixie? She'd have to make sure you thanked her properly, later. It was only polite.

Even despite her bliss, Trixie's ears flickered at the faint distraction of voices just outside the wagon. The rain outside had stopped, it seemed, and in the meantime, ponies had begun milling about in the commons once more. Her thoughts soured briefly at the vague reminder of her earlier performance, but were quickly brought back to attention by a particularly loud moan as she ground your ass in a circle around her fully hilted length. A devious idea came to mind.

Trixie's horn flared, sending the magic instruction to her wagon to unfold into its stage configuration. Even through the haze of forced pleasure enveloping your mind, you froze, your finally-relaxed asshole fiercely tightening around Trixie once more. She giggled, whispering into your ear as the wagon rearranged itself all around. "Oops."

Every pony in town stared in blank amazement as you were revealed, right on center stage, firmly seated on your mistress's throbbing cock.

Your mind shut down in sheer, mortified panic, every eye in the crowd burning holes into you. But before you could even think of acting, Trixie beat you to the punch. Leaning back in her chair and casually crossing her forehooves behind her head, she resumed her magical ministrations, bouncing you up and down in her lap. You moaned, long and loud, Trixie's flare massaging your prostate with every overpowering push. Half of Ponyville watched, mesmerized, as the Great and Powerful Trixie effortlessly asserted her mastery over one of the mythical humans. More than a few of the onlookers had begun breathing heavily, faces flushed with more than embarassment as Trixie's length disappeared inside your stretched ass again and again.

None of them were laughing at her now.

Trixie grunts, speeding up as she finally began to lean forward, wrapping her hooves around your waste to assist in pulling you up and down on her cock; she was close. Proud, throbbing marecock spread you again and again, as Trixie thrusted her hips against yours, taking what belonged to her. With one final, gasping push, the showmare hilts herself inside you. You both cum in unison, your cock launching your cum through the air to splatter on the stage floor. Trixie holds you in a vice-like grip as her own cock twitches again and again. Your bowels quickly fill with potent unicorn sperm, Trixie's dick plugging your asshole quite effectively and making sure you take every last drop.

When the two of you finally come to your senses a moment later, you realize the onlookers are still rivetted on the two of you. More than a few stallions in the audience seem to be standing rather awkwardly, in the way that only a male trying to hide his 'excitement' can. You can faintly hear a wide-eyed mare near the stage muttering 'Whoa...' under her breath, sounding overawed.

Lifting you off her lap and placing you in a quivering heap on the stage, Trixie stands. Her cock, rapidly wilting but still easily outsizing most of her audiences', flops beneath her as she takes a deep, wordless bow.

After a long, unsure moment, the commons begin to shake under the thunderous applause of pony hooves.