Trixie

You still had no idea why you, of all people, had received an invitation to the Grand Galloping Gala. Your bet was on some curious noble's idea of excitement - inviting the human, how risque! Well, that or the mail mare had gotten envelopes confused again. Either way, it didn't really matter to you. It was something to do and hey, free food. So far the party was kind of a letdown, but at the very least you were becoming well-acquainted with Princess Celestia's extensive wine collection. In fact, you thought to yourself, it was just about time for another refill. Making your way to the refreshments, you quickly procured another glass of the red to tide yourself over for a few minutes.

Your return trip was quickly foiled, however. Finally having relaxed enough to pay a bit less attention, you failed to notice the mare standing almost directly behind you as you turned, colliding solidly with her in the process. You managed to keep your footing - barely - but your drink was not so fortunate. It slipped from your hands, quite thoroughly covering the evening dress of the startled blue unicorn, who yelped in surprise. You winced. This... wasn't going to be good.

"You stupid oaf!" The unicorn gives you no chance to apologize, immediately shifting to loud, affronted anger. "What do you think you're doing!? The Great and Powerful Trixie will not tolerate such insolence! If you ruined my- " She cuts herself off with a gasp as she surveys the damage to her formal wear for the first time. "This... is an outrage! My dress is... and, red wine... and... and.... YOU!" Her face screws up in a twisted mask of anger, and for a moment you shift one foot back defensively - she almost looks like she's going to charge you. The two of notice almost simultaneously, however, that the nearby din has quieted considerably. It seems you've made a bit of a spectacle of yourself, and  several nearby partygoers are watching.

Visibly struggling to compose herself, the unicorn - Trixie, was it? - manages to rein her fury down to a look of cold, imperious disdain. Sensing that you might not get this opportunity again later, you quickly and profusely apologize for staining her lovely dress. Opening her mouth to give a no-doubt sharp reply, Trixie suddenly stops. An evil smirk creases her face; you don't know what that's about, but something tells you you're not going to like it. "Oh, it's quite alright. Trixie understands. These things happen. Trixie is nothing if not forgiving. By all means, let's keep enjoying the party. In fact... I think I'll keep you company for a bit. Surely you don't mind, do you?"

This has trap written all over it, and you feel a sinking sensation in your gut. Still, you don't see any way out, either - most of the attention has shifted from you as the situation apparently defused itself, but there are still a few curious sets of eyes on you. Even if it was an accident, you were pretty clearly at fault. Refusing Trixie's request right now could be very, very bad for your social life. And so, waiting for the other shoe to drop, you politely smile and tell Trixie you would be honored to join her for a bit. She smiles charmingly at your response. You are reminded somewhat of a cat preparing to pounce. "Excellent! Let's mingle, shall we?"

True to her words, Trixie guides you through the crowd for the next half-hour, introducing you to ponies - it seems she's quite well-travelled - and guiding you in harmless small talk with the various audiences. It's all... rather anticlimactic, really, and you begin to feel yourself relax. Maybe she really was being forthright, and you were just reading too much into those looks. After all, any mare would be furious to have wine spilled on her dress at a party like the Gala. Trixie has been nothing but polite since then, however. In fact, you couldn't help but notice, she was really pretty cute. What was a mare like her doing here alone?

"Aha! Just what Trixie has been waiting for." You are awoken from your musings by Trixie's voice. Following her gaze, you find she's leading you towards a particularly tall, curvy unicorn mare. Even you know who this is - Fleur De Lis, THE Equestrian supermodel. Widely considered the very picture of grace and poise, Fleur had taken the fashion world by storm and rapidly become a household name in Canterlot. There wasn't a colt in this city who hadn't had a few steamy fantasies about this mare. Even you had to admit, she radiated a confidence and refinement that was captivating. "Fleur! It's been ages! The Great and Powerful Trixie sees that you are doing well. Very well." Faintly, you see a shimmer envelope Trixie's horn. Magic? What's she doi-

Softly, gently, you feel your dick being stroked through your pants by an invisible tendril of force. You freeze.

"It has indeed been a long time, Miss Trixie. Lovely to see you again. But come dear, you must introduce me to your new friend."

You smile as best you can, Trixie's magic continuing to run smoothly up and down your shaft - it's beginning to have an effect, and you shift awkwardly as you find yourself pitching a tent in your pants. Trixie certainly doesn't seem to be slowing down, at any rate; as you exchange introductions with Fleur, she gives your rapidly-hardening length a firm squeeze. Your voice jumps an octave, unintentionally causing you to let Fleur know what a 'big f-AAAAN!' you are of her work. The supermodel pony gives you an odd look, but thankfully doesn't seem to notice that you're now standing at full attention, Trixie's magic continuing to gently pump you under your clothes. A few minutes later, Fleur politely excuses herself. You quickly lean in towards Trixie, harshly whispering that that's enough, she's made her point. Trixie smiles innocently.

"Why, whatever do you mean? Trixie is just trying to show her new close friend a good time. You're having a good time, aren't you? In fact, Trixie noticed your 'appreciation' for Fleur de Lis... how shameless of you! Wouldn't it just be a horrible embarrassment if somepony else saw that? This is the biggest event in Equestria; Trixie bets if you made a fool of yourself here, all of Canterlot would be talking about it for months. Oh, but enough of that. Let's go mingle some more, shall we?"

This is bad. Trixie seems to be able to reach under your clothes both invisibly and easily. Comparatively, you doubt you could break her concentration in anything close to as subtle a manner, and avoiding a scene is your whole goal here. Nothing for it then; you've got to get out of here. Quickly and quietly. Even despite the massive size of the ballroom, however, the place is packed wall to wall, and your pace is agonizingly slow as you make your way towards an exit. Trixie smirks at your obvious dismay, and her horn glows slightly brighter for a brief moment. Immediately, you feel the slow, gentle strokes of raw magical power caressing your cock turn into an soft, warm, slightly tingling, enveloping sensation - she's completely engulfed your prick in her field! Already on edge from the previous stroking, you hunch over and groan slightly. God damn, that feels good.

Your physical reaction does not go unnoticed. "Are you alright, my little p- my friend?" You find yourself wanting to sink through the floor in horrified anticipation, and even Trixie seems to falter for a moment. Before the two of you stands Princess Celestia. As you assure the princess that you're fine, you just felt dizzy for a moment, the evil gleam in Trixie's eyes renews itself. The magical field holding your shaft, wonderfully comfortable but inactive before, begins to suck at you, pulling and massaging you from balls to glans. Some tiny, irrational part of your brain is half amazed you haven't burst right out of your pants yet, and your cock twitches in appreciation at the wonderful sensation. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Trixie's throat moving slightly, and start as you hear her voice somehow whisper right in your ear: "Ever wonder what it'd be like to cum all over her face? Oh, you're thinking about it, don't deny it. The most powerful being in the land, smiling gratefully up at you as your seed drips from her muzzle..."

You steel yourself mentally. It's starting to get really difficult to resist, Trixie's magic working your fully engorged shaft alternatingly in hard, frantic motions and hellishly luxurious slow, smooth ones. You smile politely and thank the Princess for hosting such a wonderful event as all the while, the talented showmare at your side whispers lewd suggestions in your ear. With Herculean effort, you somehow manage to make it through the entire conversation and excuse yourself, much to Trixie's disbelief - she'd been sure she had you! You were going to blow your load in your pants, right in front of the Princess; it would have been perfect! Trixie scowls; now free of the entangling conversation, you are redoubling your pace towards the exit.

Not yet. Trixie is not done yet. Bad enough you had humiliated her at the Grand Galloping Gala, you were NOT going to defeat her revenge as well. The boisterous showmare still had one more powerful card to play. It was a little-known fact that unicorns were capable of transmitting specific sensations through their telekinesis; it wasn't something they had very much use for in general. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and Trixie wasn't about to let you escape tonight unscathed. Taking a deep breath, Trixie once more alters the magic flowing around your length.

And plunges you into the tight, wet, warm sensation of her pussy.

Your knees buckle and you gasp aloud, almost not even caring about being discovered anymore. Trixie herself has a slightly glazed look in her eyes, and a faint panting in her breath - the link goes both ways, and even though you are not physically inside of her, she can feel every inch of your iron-hard prick spreading her open under her dress. The pleasure is agonizing to both of you - it's been a long, long time since Trixie has been stretched like this, and she's finding the sensation much harder to focus through than she remembers. For you, who've been on edge for what feels like forever now, the welcoming embrace of Trixie's tunnel very nearly sets you off on the spot. You lurch against the nearby wall as the unicorn grinds her hips, invisibly fucking you in the middle of the most prestigious party in Equestria. It's hopeless; you'll never make it out in time. You can scarcely even think about anything besides how good Trixie's cunt feels, much less any sort of escape plan. Once more, a low, loud groan escapes you as Trixie milks your shaft relentlessly, beginning to look more than a little flushed herself.

Once more, your discomfort does not go unnoticed - and once more, by the unluckiest of company. "Art thou well, subject? Thine complexion is most ruddied." Princess Luna's imposing figure is contrasted by the concerned look on her face. This time, you're not awestruck or surprised at all - every ounce of your concentration is busy focused on not blowing your load. Luna's frown deepens as you tell her you're not feeling well in a trembling voice. You figure there's no chance you're getting away without arousing suspicion this time; you might as well not bother trying to sound normal. Once again, Trixie's voice seems to echo in your ear from nowhere at all, though it's somewhat more strained than before. "Oh... Princess Luna sure has an amazing body, doesn't she? Trixie bets she's a screamer in bed." Her magic plunges up and down, pulling you in and out of her sex at a rising pace.  Every inward thrust is a hell of pleasure; you won't last much longer. Weakly, you assure the Princess of the Night that you just feel a little dizzy and need to get some fresh air.

"You are sure of this? We can accompany thee to make sure thine illness is a passing thing, if you should wish." Oh God, Princess, stop being nice! Managing a smile through the beads of sweat adorning your face, you once again assure Luna that you will be fine. She looks unconvinced, but agrees nonetheless. "Very well, subject. If thou shouldst change thy mind, please ask a steward for assistance at once." You promise that you will. Suddenly, Trixie pulls you completely out and leaves you there, much to your surprise. You aren't kept in suspense for long, however, as her thrown whisper once more reaches your ear. "Something tells Trixie you would do best to gag her, and take her from behind. Even then, they'd hear her moaning up and down the hall when you claimed her. And if anypony didn't hear the moans, they'd definitely hear her scream when you... did... THIS!" And with that, Trixie rams your whole length back inside of soaking pussy, hilting you in a single thrust.

It's too much. It's way, way too much. Not bothering with appearances now, you turn and limp as fast as you can for the freedom of the door. You've been edging your way there for the better part of half an hour under Trixie's relentless torment, and now the servant's entrance is finally within reach. You feel your balls twitching with imminent orgasm, and you gasp as you throw the door open to make good on your escape.

"No, no, NO! Trixie will NOT lose! You will NOT beat the Great and Powerful Trixie!" You ignore her completely. At this point, it's probably too late to embarass you; you're halfway through the door already, well out of sight of just about anyone. But Trixie is furious at your thoroughly unexpected fortitude; she's not quitting now. Quickly running past you, she plants herself in the narrow hallway in your path. On sheer impulse, magic flares powerfully through her horn one last time, your pants harshly pulled down to expose your enormous erection for all to see. You will NOT escape. In one more powerful thrust, Trixie hilts your dick in the tight, hot, grasping sensation of her body. But this time, in the even hotter, tighter, thoroughly wonderful sensation of her virgin asshole.

With a sharp cry, you fire shot after enormous shot of long-delayed hot cum all over Trixie's face.

When your orgasm finally subsides several seconds later, Trixie's stunned face is almost completely white. Her wide eyes stare at nothing in particular, and the only sound is that of cum dripping steadily to the floor from the tip of her muzzle. Though thoroughly exhausted from your ordeal, you have to wonder if you just broke her.

Several minutes later, Trixie finally stirs. Wordlessly, she looks up at you. Then to the sizable cum puddle at her hooves. Then back to you.

"... Trixie is NOT cleaning that up."

Finally, something the two of you can agree on.

"Trixie thinks we should leave. Quickly. I know a bar not too far from here. You are going to buy Trixie enough liquor to forget tonight ever happened. Understood?"

You can get behind that.