Trixie thread
>>40949355Great & Powerful
>>40949355What does the book do?
>>40949588It gives her a great and powerful bedtime story.
>>40949597Don't tempt me like that.
I love my wife so much bros it's unreal.
Every night I fall asleep to the thoughts of traveling with her from town to town, brightening the days of young and old, pony and foal, all across Equestria.
Cause I am waiting forPraying for you, darlingWait for me, tooWait for me as I wait for youCause I am waiting forPraying for you, darlingWait for me tooWait for me, as I wait for youDarling, wait
Does anybody know who the artist is for this one?
>>40949739Kek. I can see Trixie hamming it up as an aristocrat. Her over-the-top'ness would be a funny combination with high society.
have a bump
>>40949894https://www.deviantart.com/uotapohttps://ponerpics.org/search?q=artist%3Auotapo
>>40949597post the WHOLE pic
>>40951565that's just human trixie...
>>409515272778578ponerpicsshe has pness
>>40951589yum!
bumpers
>>40953196https://cdn.ponybooru.org/img/view/2020/7/5/2333.png
she's been contained
>>40953616I want to put Trixie Lulamoon into my blender. I bet she would taste like blueberries. When I'm done with her, the "Great & Powerful Trixie" will be known as the "Great & Aqueous Treat".
bump
>>40949976I NEED an entire season of a spinoff where trixie belongs to some noble family and just goes around whining and treating everyone like shit
trixie's a qt
still waiting on the anon that said he was gonna write this 5 months ago
imagine watching trixie plung her marecock and balls into starlight while she makes rapid high pitched moans
>>40949355I wish Trixie had more adventures. She is a fun mare to be around and hang out with.
>>40949355trixie's great and powerful dong
have another bump
>>40959091
What would it taste like bros?
>>40960083blueberry sparkling water with high sugar concentration.
>>40960083
no ma'am
>>40956534Whew, this activates the neurons. One of the sleeper loras to be sure.
dude weed
>>40963794fuck off
>>40963810DUDE weed
>>40963824
Last night I had a dream where I was married to Trixie and we were on vacation.
I really liked Trixie and Discord's chemistry in the season 6 finale. Do you guys know any fanfics that have them together? Not necessarily shipping.
>>40960173No that's Rainbow Dash.
Performing magic must be hard without sleeves.
>>40966138i dont get it
>>40966154
>>40966138>Trixie when you come home from work
>>40967353
sweet mare
Why is mare sad?
>>40969707(you) didn't want to see her magic card trick.
>>40963794>>40963824she’s just like me….. I…. thank you
>>40967954Cutie
maybe Trixiefrens want some AI Trixie?pone is welcome too, i've been neglecting them too muchhttps://files.catbox.moe/b7maey.png
>>40971796Nice!!
>>40971796Of course more! If your doing requests how about her in short shorts?
Is Trixieloaf welcome?
>>40973211
>>40973219
>>40971950AI went all over the place with her but here's a decent one
>>40973250For your hard work genning
>>40972065Trixie loaf is always welcome. What magic tricks can she do?
>>40974295She can roll onto her side.
>>40974327You selling these adorable little loafs or got bigger one’s?
>>40974327HOLY SHIT
gentlemen
>>40974589Not bad at all, but you need some variety mate. Don’t limit yourself to just one beautiful Trixie pic. Respect the hell out of 1000+ though
>>40974497I don't sell them, I get them from "kuroran" on Dicksword/Twitter (He also draws extreme porn so be warned) And I do have a beeg one!
>>40974882That’s just pure there
>>40975081Pure Autism?
>>40975257bump
have you ordered your Trixie sex-plushie yet?https://files.catbox.moe/24c5te.png
>This is a key item, you cannot throw it away.
snowy
>>40949355
>>40978200
>>40976912If you made an indie horror game out of this it would go viral
>>40949355Daily reminder that Trixie's life was ruined because of two special needs foals who slipped their wrangler, and Twilight sperging out over >muh real magickI get Trixie wanting to gtfo of Ponyville fast but why the fuck does she suddenly have no work prospects? Equestria doesn't even have telegraphs and the only instant communications is shown between Twilight/Spike and Celestia.Did Celestia single out this one pony to have her life ruined? That might be in-character for post-S3 Celestia but S1 Celestia would've tried to fix this shit or at least tell Twilight to chill out and stop fixating on a performer she didn't like.
>>40981073Monkeys worked on s1 and Boast Busters is their magnum opus.
>>40981073to be fair spike kind of egged them on to be extra retarded and find the ursa
>>40981073and a reminder to you that posts like these derail threads and start arguments that have been hashed out for years
>>40981088Wasn't trying to derail anything, have another Trixie as a peace offering
>>40980140who is on the right
>trying to post a cute Trixie>"Error: Our system thinks your post is spam."Well fuck you hiro, nothing is going to stop me from posting cute ponies
need trixie version of thislooks cyute
>>40981585Martina from the anime Slayers. She has a rivalry with the main character, they both use magic, she's very smug, and calls herself the Great and Powerful Martina
>>40982659i think its funny that they would both find themselves working at a rock farm
>>40982659who would Naga be, i wonder
before it all went wrong
cute trix
another day, another trixie
>>40984666
>>40949597>>40951589Post the entire gif HERE you won't.
>not even two hours and about to archiveokay who's the faggot intentionally sliding threads
>>40987956
>10
>>40982346Why is this so lewd
>>40982029She wants a kiss. That's why she put her head like that. Her lips need to touch something. Ideally (You)rs.
>>40987657correct
>>40989576this animation fucking sucked
>>40990445
up
>>40989659pls do not the tix
Sex with Trixie
>>40949355Why is Trixie like this?
but here's the winker
i hate retards like these that don't even try to understand trixie's character or think that they do while only watching boast busters.
30 Great and Powerful foals with Trixie
>Page 9
>>40995056And she is not saying "wink" when she does it too
>>40997609
>>40995056>rape
>>40995056is she always winking with the same eye?
>>41000000
>>40998981
>"you called?"
tixie :)
>>41002448i recognize this from that one mario mod, all i can think of when i see it is this stupid fucking gif
>>40993918Abstract Trixie
>>40998164shes so pretty... and so smart....
>>41002508trixie using an air fryer but it bloed up
>>40995139This pisses me off more than it should.
bumphave one
>WAAAAAAAAA
>>41006491The great and powerful thigh meat.
>>41008412yes
TRIXIE IS BALLLIN
:o
>>40993918Very loafy!
>>41010017holy shit she has balls?
>>41012868futa:
>>41013630jerk that trixcock
>>41014451https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4otNEIhk04
>>40989942for 50 bits
>>41014805i don't like trixie getting treated as a cumrag or whore, i like happy sex. she deserves to be happy.
>>40995056"That made it sexual" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUh-fNn0PKY
>>41014805>red flag>i have a cock
I love Trix but I know her ass can't read
>>41014668Now I want to hear Trixie singing "I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire"
The great and powerful dildo magician
>>41016335
>>41019495
>>41016487That is because one reads with one's eyes, not one's rump
>>40949752artist? reverse search doesn't bring up anything
I wonder what game she is playing
>>41021334ls_skylight
>>41021457>horsewizardartUgh.
>rape
sleepy bump
hot thick trix bod
>>41019495good LORD
>>41022135
>>41023232guys it's funny because it's drugs
>>40995139Glad to see people still haven't been able to understand Trixie or Boast Busters even 13 years after it released.
>>41026134I am blessed.
>You're currently hanging out with Trixie in her wagon.>Earlier today, she had purchased a discount spellbook from a fishy looking shop that was at the far end of a really shady alleyway within a village called Seedy Shoals.>Her eyes have been glued to this book ever since it had entered her possession.>Needless to say, you have a bad feeling about this.>Oh, but it's not because of the village; the town was very pleasant and the locals were friendly.>It turns out that Seedy Shoals is a fishing wharf most famously known for how its residents primarily use seed for their bait.>The ponies that live there build their homes high and close together, which leaves the narrow alleyways wedged in between devoid of most natural light—and thus covered in shade.>The shop at the end of the alleyway was incredibly fishy looking—because it was quite literally shaped like a giant carp; it sold souvenirs.>All in all, a very pleasant trip.>No, the thing that set off several warning bells in your mind—>Was the fact that the spellbook was on a discount.>Never trust a spellbook that's half-off.>Trixie clearly didn't get the memo, though; she peruses the pages with an intense fervour—no doubt searching for ideas relating to her future magic shows.>Every so often, you catch her mumbling something about "mind-blowing tricks that will wow everypony in Equestria!">Meanwhile, you sit adjacent to her, reading your own—substantially less dodgy—book about fashionable wizard cloaks.>It's all interesting stuff; why, just now, you have learned that ponies who decorate their cloaks with stars tend to be—>"This!" Trixie suddenly exclaims."Huh?">You look up from your book.>Trixie has a wide, confident smile plastered across her face.>It's the exact kind of smile that preludes her doing something incredibly rash and short-sighted.>You know this fact precisely from all of the times that you've hung out with her.>"This is the one.""The…'one?'">She vigorously nods and sets her spellbook down, striking a wide, confident pose.>Her horn lights up.>"Stand back, Anonymous! I am about to…*amaze!*""U-uh, right.">Because you are a tall human in a compact caravan: you instead sit back against the wall of the wagon as far away from Trixie as you can, holding up your fashion magazine to shield your eyes.>A loud flash of magenta light soon booms outwards from Trixie and fills the wagon; the accompanying noise floods the wagon like thunder and deafens your ears for a few moments.>As your senses return to you, you lower your magazine and look back to Trixie's location—>And you see Trixie—sort of.>No longer posed for magical mischief, she now stands up perfectly straight—and perfectly still; she almost appears statuesque in posture.>And that immediately raises a red flag for you; there's no way that Trixie would be able to sit still and stay silent after successfully casting a showy spell that she had hyped up just moments prior.
>>41026682>More to the point—there's something else that is *off* about the mare in front of you.>As you shuffle closer to her, you realise why.>For starters: instead of being made up of horsey hair—her mane is now one long, solid curl of light blue fabric; her tail is much the same way.>Her facial features are fixed in a state of perpetual pompousness; her eyes are half-lidded for the long term, while her smug smirk is steadfast.>Her fur is much shorter than usual; emboldened by curiosity, you reach out and gingerly caress it—>And you feel not the flowing, immaculately groomed fur that you've known Trixie to have—but rather the short synthetic stubble of a manufactured product.>There's now no doubt in your mind; while this plushie certainly does bear a lifelike resemblance to the mare you know…>This isn't Trixie—this is an inanimate object that looks almost exactly like her!>Perhaps this was a teleportation spell of some kind, and she swapped herself out with a decoy?>But if that's the case, then where did the real Trixie go?"Trixie?" you call out. "Where did you disappear to?">You let the words hang in the air for a few moments, fully expecting the real Trixie to suddenly pop out from one of the prop chests with a proud "huzzah!">But she doesn't.>It's strange, she's nowhere to be seen, yet you can still *feel* her presence somewhere within this wagon—call it a gut instinct.>But all you can see at the moment is the Trixie plush standing in front of you."Aw, come on, Trixie.">You sigh as you poke the plushie's face."What am I even supposed to do with this thing? It's so tacky.">The words leave your lips—and a peculiar tension quickly fills the wagon; it feels akin to an intense, indignant enmity.>As the seconds drag on, you get the distinct feeling that this tension is coming from somewhere in particular.>Specifically—you think that it's coming from the plushie.>Sure, the plushie isn't actually *doing* anything, but you can still sense a bone-chilling bellicosity emanating from that sempiternal smirk upon its face.>Can toys feel murderous hatred?>You remember a few movies from back home that covered the concept.>Of course, they were just movies—fictional fancies fabricated to entertain idle minds; you know that in the real world, toys can't come to life and shank you while you sleep.>Then again, this is Equestria: a magical land filled with equally magical spells.>Which means that it's not entirely out of the realm of possibility that a particularly ticked-off toy might wait until the cover of night to exact their righteous revenge on a blabby human— >So, uh, you should probably apologise—you know, just to be safe."Um, sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.">You awkwardly rub your nape as you express your sincerest regrets towards an inanimate object."It's just that I prefer the real deal, you know?"
>>41026684>Your words of remorse…>Have the exact opposite effect; the eerie tension in the room rapidly rises to the point that it's almost palpable.>Forget the cover of night, you're starting to worry that this Trixie plush is going to make an attempt on your life right now—>The plushie suddenly falls onto its side with a light thud."Uh.">Did it move on its own? Or did you end up jostling the wagon in the midst your wild wool-gathering and thus send it off-balance?>Well, whatever the case may be—the plushie is lying helplessly on its side now.>Despite your earlier misgivings, you feel bad for it; Trixie deserves to stand upright—facsimile or not.>As you make to realign the faux-showmare, you notice something peculiar attached to its withers—>It's a line of string that's connected to a ring; it reminds you of the pull-cords on those talking dolls that were all the rage back in the day.>Even the name "pull-cord" makes you want to…pull it.>You straighten the plushie's stance—and you can no longer hold back your curiosity.>Looping a finger through the ring that makes up the pull-cord, you pull the string as far as it will go—and then you let go.>A scratchy, stormy voice immediately thunders out from the plushie.>"—and I'll show you who the real deal is because I—!""Wh-whoa!" You recoil.>That voice—it sounded like Trixie's!>Was that…?>Did she…?>Were you…?>Oh.>Taking a good few moments to compose yourself, you pull the cord again.>"—can you hear me? Ah! Do I really sound like that?">The voice that comes out of the plushie sounds slightly distorted—as if it was being filtered through a voice box.>But that air of pomp that intones every word she utters can belong to no other mare."T-trixie? Is that you?">She doesn't answer.>Because—oh, right—you need to pull the cord again.>So you do.>"Indeed, it is I! Trixie herself, having taken new form!">Oh, she's taken new form alright.>Putting aside the fact that you have just been insulting the "real deal" right in front of her face, you address a more pressing matter:"What have you done? And why?">You pull the cord once more, waiting on her answer.>"This is all thanks to a spell from that spellbook, it—">Pull.>"—when they gaze upon my glorious visage, the crowd will—">Pull.>"—the spell was quite simple, really. The incantations were—">Pull.>"—and now my efforts have born fruit, for now I am—ahem.">You take a dramatic pause—and then you pull.>"For now I am the Cute and Marketable Trixie! Hahaha!">Pull.>"Hahaha!">Pull.>"Haha…hah!">Pull.>"Hah…hah…">Pull.>"…">Pull.>"…Anon.">Pull.>"Help.">You sigh.>Just another day on Trixie's wild ride.She turned herself into a plushie. Funniest shit I've ever seen
>>41026682>>41026684>>41026688based
>>41026688LOAF'D
>>41028076bump
>>41028914from the thumbnail the sky looked like a giant gash
pumps
>>41026688>someone made a green with my plushie as referencehuh. weird to read as the guy who sleeps next to her every night lel
>>41028914>And then Trixie took her magic show on the road to the Snowpony village in the far north.
>>41030236it's a damn nice plushie
bumper
Keep the thread bumped.
>>41031286>>41031714It's over.
i don't know how much more i got left in me trixiebros...
>>41032011Don't worry, I got you.
>>41032257no, not as in bumping. i can still do that.
>>41032257trixie...what did you do to my wife...
>>41032011I said, I FUCKING GOT YOU. You got plenty left in you bro, we keep the grind of for our mares, for our wives.
>>41032930see >>41032407
hahaha trixie
do people not want trixie anymore?
official trixie filly designhttps://twitter.com/crazymlpmoments/status/1783956716922802573
>>41034303ToT
i want to cuddle tixie
>>41034303precious horse child
morning bump
>>41026688I liked this, but I have to ask what happens if you fuck plushie Trixie? And can she cum?>>41030236Trixie's soul may be trapped in your plushie, bro. Hope you keep her clean.
>>41036638>she starts dripping
goober has been deployed
>>41037888aaaa trixie is so cute
it's kind of funny how all those sad/suicidal trixie fics and images from years ago all turned out to be sort of true
Boop
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rw1uNaisjc
>>41040890you just know she hit a fat one after that
>>41040017smug!
>>41030236apologies, but it's gonna get weirder>>41036638>Here you are in Trixie's wagon, once again.>A plushie of the "Cute and Marketable" Trixie sits adjacent to you—its smug visage eternally bearing back at your face.>And you—you are butt naked.>Why?>Because you are going to fuck this plushie—>You are going to fuck it *hard.*>Incidentally, this plushie is actually Trixie herself, having transmogrified herself into a lifelike counterfeit of her own countenance.>…Okay, let's back up a bit here.>Not too long ago, Trixie had discovered a spell deep within the musty pages of a discount spellbook.>Its function? To transform a pony into a cute, cuddly, plushie-fied version of themself.>Naturally, she just *had* to test it out on herself.>And…it worked—you saw her transform right in front of your eyes.>She was cute; she was marketable—she was also completely immobile.>So, given that she had been indisposed by her self-induced inertia, it was up to you to restore her back to her fleshy form.>It took a *lot* of troubleshooting, but you eventually returned Trixie from her lifelike self back to her lifey self.>And with your plushie problem resolved, you figured that the excitement would end there—but no.>Earlier today, Trixie had come up to you and confided that she wanted to try the plushie-fication spell again—>For sexual purposes.>Your immediate response was to shoot the idea down.>You weren't too keen on the idea of slapping your dick against the fabric of her "skin.">And you were even less keen on the idea of cutting up a hole in your beloved Trixie; plushie or not—that didn't sit well with you at all.>But as it turns out: she had discovered a solution to that—in the form of a modified version of the plushie spell she found within that very same discount spellbook.>It functions in almost the exact same way as the previous plushie-fication spell, except…>Except that it also forms a snug hole right where the crotch would be.>Turns out that bored unicorns with more magic than morals can be real degenerates in their spare time—who would've guessed.>And so, here you are, staring down the plushie-fied version of your favourite showmare—>For sexual purposes.>Gently, you push Trixie down onto the wagon floor, laying her on her back in a supine position.>From there, you let your eyes drift down her body, lower and lower…>And right in between her thighs, you see that there's a tear in the fabric—that'll be your "entry point.">Gingerly, you reach out a finger and circle it around the opening of her plush pussy.>Unlike your typical "living" horse vagina—there is no labia or clitoris here; it's just an opening.>And as what for what's *inside* the opening—>It's stuffing, lots and lots of stuffing.>It looks like you'll be going in "au naturel"—straight through the stuffing; no form-fitting tunnel for you.
>>41042695>At first, you *had* suggested buying a sex toy or some such and fucking her that way—but Trixie quickly rejected the idea, stating that she wanted to "feel" you as closely as possible.>…Can she even feel you? She technically doesn't have a nervous system right now.>You'll have to ask her later.>For now, You probe the polyester with your finger, swirling your digit around the fuzzy material.>It's soft and pliable—yet it's also completely dry, which is a stark contrast to how fingering a vagina usually feels.>If Trixie were "alive" right now, she'd almost certainly be gushing and moaning at your ministrations.>As one last stress test, you push your finger inside and through the filling to see how deep you can go.>There's certainly some resistance to be felt as you push your finger in; this isn't a conventional canal to slide inside—it's more of a compact cloud that you have to burrow your way through.>After some minor effort, you manage to bury your finger in up to the knuckle; you wiggle it around, imagining how Trixie would react if she could.>Your finger would doubtless by doused by now if it wasn't for her new form.>Right then. Teasing time is over, you figure; it's time for the main event.>Pulling your finger out of Trixie's cottony cunt, you sit up and meet the mare's perennially proud expression."You ready, Trixie?">She doesn't answer—she *won't* answer.>From your previous experience with the "family friendly" version of this spell, you know that there's a pull cord attached to her withers; if you pull on it, she will be able to converse with you.>But even if you did, you know that she won't speak to you—>Because Trixie has always been one to play her role to perfection—no matter the circumstances.>And her role, in this case, is to be your inanimate fleshlight.>And play it she shall.>The deviant act of fingering a plushie has already gotten you *quite* excited down there—so there's no need to work yourself up any further.>Grabbing your handy dandy bottle of lube over from a nearby shelf, you squirt some onto your free hand, generously lathering your erect dick in it so the impending action doesn't feel quite so dry.>After you're lubed-up and ready to go, you carefully position yourself above the supine plush, lining yourself up just right.>With one hand, you careful hold onto her midsection to keep her still, while you rest your other hand on the floor by Trixie's head to help steady yourself.>You gaze down at those half-lidded eyes and that self-satisfied smirk of hers."Well…">You slowly lower your hips until you feel your tip pushing against polyester."I'm going in.">After taking a deep breath, you push forward, sliding your length into those cottony depths…>And it's real tight; polyester surrounds you at all sounds, punishing your penis with its pulpy embrace.>Without the conventional love tunnel to guide your way, it feels as if you're exploring a sea of softness.
>>41042701>Magical pony plushies weren't built to take human dick, and it shows; the more that you pry her insides apart to fit your length—the more resistance you encounter.>Thankfully, the lube that you had applied earlier aids greatly in your efforts to "slip in.">While this hole may not provide the natural lubrication or the rigorous flexing that comes with the real deal—the comfy cushioning that your member is rubbing against is more than enough to stimulate you.>As you push forward, you are reminded of something that Trixie told you just before casting the spell that made her this way—>Of how it comes with certain fail-safes; any rips or tears that are dealt to this synthetic body—as long as they aren't too severe—will be swiftly healed up as soon as she returns to her former glory.>So when you feel yourself tearing through some of the inner stuffing as you force yourself deeper inside her confines—you silently pray to yourself that Trixie's assurances hold merit.>Soon, you find yourself hilted against your blue plush toy, with your balls resting against the soft fabric of her thighs and your tip pressing against…yet more stuffing.>Ah, that's right; there's no "end of the tunnel" here—just an endless white expanse of polyester.>If you had the appropriate size, you could surely bottom out all the way up to the top of her head without much stopping you.>Alas, you are but a humble man with humble means and humble desires—to fuck a smug-looking plushie of the Great and Powerful Trixie.>Having gone as far as you can, you slowly pull yourself back out, tightening your grip that your hand has around her midsection—>And then you slam back in, inadvertently forcing some of the stuffing to spill out from her body.>Perhaps that should worry you—there's a little voice in the back of your mind that seems to think so, at least.>But as for the rest of you…>When you look upon Trixie's face and see that eternally egotistic expression of hers gazing back at you despite the punishment you give her—>There's a deep, primal part of your brain that wishes to pound this priggish plush silly.>And it's assuming direct control.>Keeping her steady with your hand, you rapidly thrust your hips in and out of her, humping Trixie like a man possessed.>Your animated hips slam against her inanimate ones, and the only noises that fill the interior of this wagon are that of your own frantic grunts and the shaking of the mobile home itself.>Any ponies passing by the wagon would be sure to assume that some tomfoolery is taking place in here—if only they knew what kind.
>>41042704>Without the usual stimulation, it takes somewhat longer than normal for you to hit your breaking point—but you can eventually feel yourself throbbing inside her.>Knowing that there won't be any need to clean this plushie afterwards, there's logically only one place that you should finish.>And so, with one last thrust, you hilt yourself inside her as deeply as you can—and then you unload.>You fill up her insides with some goopy stuffing of your own.>The polyester around your head grows goopier and goopier as you blast torrents of jizz straight through the plush padding.>You find yourself wrapping both hands around her torso to steady yourself as you empty the rest of your nut inside her.>And after many, many blissful seconds of polluting the pristine insides of this poor plushie—your orgasm reaches its natural end in this unnatural encounter.>You release your grip on the plush and slowly exit her.>Once you do, you see that a sliver of semen briefly connects your tip to her entrance before it falls down to the wagon floor.>Some of your cum also leaks out of her well-fucked hole, discolouring the fabric around it along with your sweat.>Yeah, there isn't a laundromat in Equestria that can unfuck that plushie.>But that's okay—that's what magic is for.>Still, it's a good thing that Trixie wasn't around to see you literally banging the stuffing out of a plushie that was made in her likeness—>Wait, oh shit.>That plushie *is* Trixie; you just remembered that part!>You should make sure that she's okay.>Shuffling over to her side, you prop the upper half of her body up while you try to locate the pull cord that lets her speak."Ah…Trixie…" you pant, "are you…are you alright?">You soon locate the cord and pull it, letting go once you've stretched it all the way.>"Gug-guh…guh…" you hear her filtered voice sputter."T-trixie?">That…that doesn't sound good.>You better cast the remedial spell right now.
>>41042710>Luckily, thanks to your prior experience in such matters, you're well-equipped to handle such a scenario.>All you need to do is find the spellbook and a suitable magical focus…>The spellbook is handily located on a nearby shelf; you take it up on your hand and flip to the relevant pages—specifically, the plush-fucking degenerate section.>Opening a nearby trunk, you retrieve one of Trixie's many magical wands and take it up in your other hand.>Reciting the appropriate incantations within your mind, you twirl the wand about in the air with an unnecessarily dramatic (but Trixie-approved) flourish before you launch the remedial spell at her supine plush form.>A warm light envelops her body, presumably doing its job and returning her to the living, breathing mare that she once was.>Given that her plush form replicated her features so faithfully, it's hard to see *exactly* what the spell is doing—but you think you can see the life slowly return to her eyes.>Not only that, but you also see her body begin to twitch as she steadily regains her motor functions.>Like her mouth, for example, and how it suddenly snaps open to—>"AH~!" she loudly squeals."Wh-whoa!" You recoil backwards in surprise.>Trixie throws her head all the way back and arches her back skywards—>And she cums, hard.>Like a geyser, she explosively squirts out a messy discoloured mixture into the air; it appears to comprise of your cum, her juices, and soggy pieces of polyester that must have somehow stuck around after the spell.>It reaches high and far enough that it travels all the way to the other side of the wagon where the door is.>Trixie frantically humps the air, squealing and squirming as she rides out her sudden climax.>The range and force of her maregasm is putting your own cumshots to shame—>But you're also glad that you're sitting by her side and not in front of her; she fires off her fluids at such a breakneck speed that you worry they could punch a hole right through you—never mind the mess.>The parabolic arc that Trixie's projectile maregasm makes is hypnotic in a way, it's hard to take your eyes off it as she splatters the far side of the wagon with her excitement.>But like your own orgasm from moments ago, it eventually ends, her spirited squirts growing weaker and thinner until they stop entirely.
>>41042713>"Hah…hah…">Looking back to Trixie, you see that she's lowered her back down to the floor and splayed out all of her limbs>She bears a vacant, exhausted expression on her face as she stares up at the wagon ceiling, panting heavily."Trixie!">Scooching closer to her, You reassuringly rest your hand upon her forehead, tenderly patting it."Are you okay? Anything broken?">Her glossy eyes slowly drift sidewards to meet your concerned gaze.>After taking a deep gulp to regather herself, she responds to your question with a tired smile on her face.>"Trixie is…Trixie is fine…hah…">After sighing in relief, your eyes briefly flit to the cum-stained wagon wall, and you wrinkle your nose at the intense smell of sex that's slowly filling the wagon."You, uh, came pretty hard there. Was that a side-effect of the remedial spell or something?">"No. That…" She takes a deep breath. "…that was all you.""Oh, thanks. I try.">She gives you a wry smile.>"While I was under the effects of that spell, I could feel *everything* that you did to me.">She reaches out her closest forehoof towards you and caresses your thigh.>"Every touch, every bump, every pulse…">After taking her hoof away from you, she sighs.>"Yet no matter how close I came to my peak, I was unable to push myself over the edge; it was as if my body forgot how to climax entirely.""Perhaps that had something to do with your body being an inanimate plush.">"Mm. Those were my thoughts, too.">It's a sound theory—you can't nut if don't have any nuts to begin with.>She rests one of her forehooves on her belly as she continues.>"What's worse is that the pleasure wouldn't go away; it kept building and building and…I may have lost coherence at one point.""Lost coherence…? Oh, that explains the 'guh guh' sounds you were making earlier.">She turns away from you, blushing.>"A-ahem, Trixie does not recall making such unseemly sounds. Which means they didn't happen.">After a few seconds of you two collectively purging the "unseemly sounds" from your memory (as they definitely didn't happen), Trixie turns back to you.>"And when you cast that remedial spell, it was as if all that pent-up pleasure erupted all at once…ah~">As Trixie sighs wistfully, one of her hindlegs twitches in reflex, perhaps in fond remembrance of her explosive orgasm from earlier.>Meanwhile, you can't stop yourself from snickering."Oh, it 'erupted' alright. You blasted the front end of your wagon with your gushing victory."
>>41042717>"I—">Her weary eyes suddenly shoot open.>"I WHAT?!">She quickly sits up, shooting a worried look towards the blast zone.>There are some pieces of soggy stuffing stuck to the wagon door. While off-white fluids drizzle down the wood like cummy condensation.>You see some of it dripping off the edge of the nearby shelves as well. Eugh.>Trixie stares wide-eyed at the scene, mortified at the mess.>"Oh no… What have I—">She stops herself and quickly turns to you, putting on an pompous pout.>"Ahem, what have *you* done?>You gasp, recoiling in mock offence."Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?">"Yes!" She huffs indignantly. "If you hadn't been so thorough in your efforts to please me. I wouldn't have…I wouldn't have squirted so hard!">'Efforts to please her?' From what you remember back then—you were just humping her stationary state like a madman.>Then again, you *did* finger her a bit before the main event—and it's likely she was brought to her breaking point far before you did.>Perhaps it *is* your fault; how could you have possibly known that your stamina would outlast hers?!>…Well, other then the other times the two of you have done it.>Finally accepting the weight of your sins, you take a deep, drawn-out sigh."Well, if I'm gonna be the one to take responsibility for this: then I say we oughta burn this place—I fear it may be unsalvageable.">Trixie's makes a sudden squeak as her eyes widen.>"W-we are not burning my wagon!""Hah, kidding, kidding. Don't worry, I'll help you clean it up.">She narrows her eyes at you for a few moments, then turns away from you.>"Hmph…thanks…" Her ear makes a slight twitch.>Trixie walks up to the nearby trunk of cleaning supplies (this mare has a trunk for everything) and opens it; then, she hooves you a cloth to wipe down the gunk.>Guess you *are* cleaning up your mess, after all.>Armed with a few wash cloths, some cleaning detergent, and a dream—the two of you begin the monumental task of cleaning up the interior of the wagon that was hosed down by your shared smelly salacity.>Every so often, you look over in Trixie's direction and see her tail happily swishing from side to side as she works on another part of the wagon with her own wash cloth.>And you can't help but smile.>Pounding the Cute and Marketable Trixie was certainly a fun time…>But hanging out with the Great and Powerful Trixie is rewarding in its own ways.>And you wouldn't trade it for the world.what have I written
>>41042722i scrolled down and saw the green, and i knew right away what it was gonna beall according to keikakuFucking glorious. I died when the stuffing shot out of her. It almost makes me wish I had a cute and marketable Trixie of my own. But you're right, you can't beat the real thing.Nice green m8.
>>41043375trixie when i get down on my knees and start sucking her marecock clean
>>40955191maybe someday
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>>41045590babysitter tixie is peak
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