Day 1

*Not my story*

>you are anon
>you have been in Equestria for nearly two years
>after waking up in ponyville's hospital, you thought you were just dreaming, so you had decided to wander around for a while in the Everfree because you thought you could handle it
>idiot you were back then, you didn't even bring a weapon
>You stayed out longer than was wise, of course
>you were lucky you met her when you did
>just a cheery little campfire and an oddly wheelless wagon
>the mare resting there looked more... ragged than the ones in town, her blue coat was matted and dirty, and her mane was occupied by several twigs, you couldn't see her tail, but you imagined it was in a similar state
>she had a bottle in her hoovess, looked like booze of some sort
>you had stepped into the light, letting her see you for the first time
>she had jumped a good four feet into the air and become a howling, bucking mass of fear at your sudden appearance
>you backed off fast before you lost your ribs to her kicks
>"Hey, take it easy! I'm not gonna hurt you!"
>she stopped trying to kill you then
>"you can... speak?"
>no shit, woman
>you found yourself wondering if this was really a dream then, you were sure your mind couldn't make this shit up
>"yes, I can talk...
>and so it went, after a few moments of calming her down, you two hit it off over a bottle of bourbon
>flash forward to today
>two years of stage training later, she's finally letting you help her with an act
>you nom on a banana to calm your nerves before the show
>you had found early on that being human in a land of magic had interesting side effects
>your body had adapted to the point where your cells could hold magic, but not far enough to generate it on your own
>to that end, you drank an elixer every day that charged you with magic energy, and after a year and a half of practice, you could...
>lift things without touching them
>granted, lifting shit with magic made multitasking a breeze, but you would have thought that after all that work you would have been able to do something more
>that wasn't important now though
>what was important was that a little croud of fillies and colts was waiting for you two to amaze them
>you turn to the great and powerful Trixie
>"showtime?"
>she looks up and grins
>"showtime"
>the curtain rises
>you had built her a new wagon yourself last year, and now it was paying off
>Trixie sets of some fireworks to startle the croud
>you begin to leap and tumble around the stage
>the croud gasps in amazement at you
>over time, you had become more well known in the world, but you still attracted looks from ponies who didn't know what you were
>now you played that mysteriousness off in spades, keeping the hood of your dark green cloak up with magic as you flipped and cartwheeled around
>you come to a stop next to trixie
>now came the fun part
>you both produce a deck of cards from your cloaks
>she's keeping a running patter, with occasional input from you
>you call two fillies from the croud, which had grown now
>"pick a card, any card"
>you fan them out before the first filly
>Trixie's doing a different trick next to you, but it was going to come together soon
>you continue with your simple trick, but right before you Identify the card before the croud, you stop and pull a card out of the other fillies ear
>"was this your card?"
>magic with no aura had made it simple to swipe the card out of the deck and into your palm
>Trixie wraps up her trick and story by pulling the final card out of your deck
>the croud goes nuts over this, shocked and awed
>flawless victory
>you continue the show for the next two hours, and when Trixie's hat gets passed around, it comes back filled to the brim with bits
>you turn the stage back into a wagon with the push of a button
>back in the privacy of the wagon, you let yourself relax
>"that was a good show, huh"
>neither of you can keep the shit eating grins off your faces
>"good? GOOD? Did you see how full the hat was? We're rich!"
>she's jumping around in excitement now
>excitement of two kinds
>you chuckle
>"what's so funny"
>"you're lucky you didn't start dripping during the show"
>her grin gets disturbingly wide
>"why anon, Trixie didn't think you would mind"
>the smell of her musk hits you
>like blueberry and rain
>you love it
>apparently she's trained you well, because the second you caught a whiff, your dick tried to break your pants
>Fortunately you had worn a loose pair so you could tumble
>you turn around and shut the blinds, activating the magical soundproofing Trixie had designed
>"now I don't"
>she tackles you into the small bed you share
>"good... we wouldn't want poor anon to be upset about anything..."
>your pants are yanked off, letting your cock out
>you're tied to the bed in seconds
>now for the fun part
>she turns invisible, but you feel her weight shift as she moves
>you feel warm breath on your member
>then she starts funneling magic into you through your cock
>it feels like you're getting a blowjob, a handjob, and a tight pussy all at once
>but it has other effects
>your cock has grown an inch in the last minute while you watched
>you were used to this, it wasn't enough to get you off
>for that, you would need the real thing
>you stifle a groan as she leaps forward and rams herself onto you, all while maintaining the magic flowing into you
>a word escapes you
>"Kist
>you can't see her, but you have no doubt that she's looking up at you
>"swearing in Cealdish, are we?"
>"shut up and screw me"
>shit
>should not have said that
>well, if you want...
>she hops off your cock, but she leaves the magic
>shit shit shit
>she ratchets up the intensity
>now that magic pussy is practically strangling your dick
>the hand job is moving at light speed
>the blowjob has become two tounges taking turns
>"on second thought..."
>damnit, you were about to pop and she knew it
>the magic stops
>she becomes visible again
>"I'd rather you screw me"
>she unties your hands, only to rebind them to her plot
>she's riding you like there's no tomorrow, her cloak flapping behind her, her hat bouncing on her head
>her pussy is getting so tight you can barely fit
>"just... Ah! Just a little, little, MOREEEEEEEEP"
>her pussy floods like a dam breaking
>you wish you had taken off your cloak, but you don't care, you just burst yourself
>then it happens
>she looks you in the eye
>"we're not done yet"
>with those words, her horn glows, and you feel your cock harden inside her again
>her pussy starts tightening to the point you can barely get blood flow
>but neither of you care
>because Trixie just started dripping her special sauce
>this was no ordinary marejuice
>this was liquid orgasm
>she had concocted the potion years before you met her
>she drank it daily so it infused with her cum
>it forced sensations directly into the nerves
>when used in sex, it forced repeated orgasims
>it literally sucked a man dry
>and you both loved it
>you manage to groan out a few word before your mind is wiped by pleasure
>"I love you"
>then all you know is pleasure
>every single nerve in your enlarged member is activated at once
>your back arches, plunging even deeper into that sweet blue ponut
>your hands clench involuntarily into her flanks, you can feel her quivering against you
>you pop five full loads in seconds
>the bed might as well be made from her juices
>the last thing you remember before you fall unconscious is her eyes glittering with lust and love in equal measures
End of day one. I feel I could keep this going forever given the nature of the plot