Title: >the Great and Powerful Trixie has a fetish for great and powerful muscles, but Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/83hL3JFt First Edit: Friday 30th of December 2016 08:46:02 AM CDT Last Edit: Friday 30th of December 2016 08:46:02 AM CDT >the Great and Powerful Trixie has a fetish for great and powerful muscles, but her obnoxious reputation has made it all but impossible for her to attract any buff stallions >she's getting lonely and sexually frustrated (unicorns are always horny, after all) >one evening, she sees Fluttershy returning home from shopping in Ponyville >Fluttershy's so tall and thin and graceful, she has such a pretty face >it's obvious why she rose straight to the top during her brief modeling career >Trixie hates her, she could have any handsome stallion she wanted if she weren't such a pushover >if she weren't such a pushover >... >Trixie isn't really a lesbian, but she's desperate and oh so horny >she's sometimes felt little sparks when she hangs out with Starlight, but Starlight is her only friend and she can't risk letting things get weird with her >but Trixie doesn't have any relationship with Fluttershy to ruin, and she IS very pretty, and she has just the right personality to let Trixie bully her into spending the night   >it was simple enough to wheedle a dinner invitation out of Fluttershy - the Great and Powerful Trixie is thinking of incorporating more animal tricks into her show, can you give Trixie advice on properly caring for her show animals? - and child's play to get her to bring out a bottle of wine >she was amused by how quickly she got Fluttershy drunk - not only a pushover, but a lightweight as well! >but so gracious, and kind, and beautiful, and pliable... >soon Trixie has convinced her disinhibited dinner companion to demonstrate some of her therapeutic animal massage techniques for her - and on her   >perched on the dinner table, Angel watches the obnoxious loud intruder with the ugly hat transparently putting the moves on his pony >his pony has gotten rather giggly and floppy as she always does on the rare occasions she brings out the "special pony juice" that she never shares with him, no matter how hard he tantrums >he knows from experience that she'll be useless as a servant until the next morning >with a harumph, he retreats to his hutch - he can use this time to plot his revenge against that bastard platypus from the millpond >he pulls out his lamp - a red, slightly glowing crystal he found in the field - and sets to work scheming   >Trixie is now taking her turn to demonstrate what she's learned for her incredibly relaxed companion >as she runs her magic fingers up and down those long, gracious legs, as she kneads those perfectly proportioned buttocks, Trixie can feel herself getting more and more turned on >the blood is pounding in Trixie's ears, and her pussy is sopping wet, aching for release >almost in a reverie, she begins to imagine she's rubbing down the hunk of her dreams, but with the grace and beauty and kindness of Fluttershy, but with the throbbing strength and power and confidence of her ideal stallion, but with the feminine fragrance of...   >Angel snaps his head up from the homemade itching powder he was grinding with an annoyed expression >his hutch's lamp has suddenly flashed bright red and then gone dark >he gives it a sharp kick, to no effect – the light is gone   >Trixie, meanwhile, feels the warmth between her legs rise up to envelop her horn >she continues, as if in a trance, rubbing Fluttershy's muscles, visions of perfection swirling in her head, red-tinted magic swirling about her horn >a fragment of the Alicorn Amulet's power was trapped in a magic crystal that had lain in the path the magic shield in which Trixie had once enclosed Ponyville >this magic, used latterly by Angel as a light to plot by, had been resonating with her own magic >still aligned with Trixie's own magic, it fluctuated more and more wildly within the crystal as Trixie's fantasy intensified, before finally bursting forth to surround her horn >Trixie groans unconsciously as her own magic power draws it in and the intoxicating power she once held returns >Trixie's eyes roll back in her head as red flames of arcane power kindle to life within them >the glow from her horn brightens and flows to her fingers >now it is the agreeably drunk Fluttershy's turn to groan in pleasure, as Trixie's somewhat amateurish massage begins to create a feeling of deep stretching and hot pleasure in her shoulders the likes of which she has never known >as Trixie rubs and kneads, Fluttershy's thin back achingly widens, slowly at first, then faster >her perfect model's shoulders firm up, then swell wildly into capped, striated delts half the size of her head >her long, thin neck pulses, its veins throb, and suddenly it doubles in width as bulging traps spring from nowhere to gird it on both sides >dreamily, Trixie presses her hands out and down, a sculptor working living clay >Fluttershy hums lightly as her growing lats force her thin arms away from her body >this feels so good, she's never had such a rub-down   >she rolls over, so Trixie can do her front as well >Trixie sets to with gusto >her fingers at first scramble for purchase against a bony chest, but soon find themselves kneading burgeoning pecs that would put a member of the Royal Guard Elite to shame >Fluttershy's already respectable cleavage has deepened to a dizzying chasm as her breasts are lifted by rising plateaus of heaving muscle >pausing to rub Fluttershy's erect nipples long enough to elicit a shuddering gasp from the growing pony, Trixie runs her hands along her mate’s smooth, flat stomach >the yielding surface soon gives way to cobblestones of warm steel, flexing, hardening, flexing, hardening >pressing up and wider, Trixie's subconcious encloses Fluttershy's ribcage in perfectly symmetrical, rippling obliques >she rubs them, revels in them as they thicken to match her idol's intimidating abdominal wall >her hands move to the hips, where the perfect Adonis belt she lusts for blossoms >faster now, faster she massages the thighs, they grow like trees trunks, they swell to perfection, stronger, better, thicker than any stallion's Trixie has seen, what she's dreamed of, bulging with teardrop quads inflating over the knee >faster, hurry, she rubs the calves and they explode into diamonds, strong and wide and hard enough to etch glass, Trixie can't even dent them no matter how hard she squeezes >she slips her hands up under Fluttershy's growing bulk to seize her pert and perfect ass >Trixie straddles one of the mighty thighs she has forged for her goddess, now wider than Trixie's torso, and rubs her dripping sex up and down its hot, striated, pulsing surface >a growing crescendo of pleasure is coursing through her as she feels Fluttershy's glutes swell in her hands, Fluttershy's callipygian genius redoubling and redoubling again into an ass of great and devastating power, lifting her hips and thighs from the bed and her poor bucking votary with them   >and at last Trixie seizes Fluttershy's now hilariously disproportionate arms, one in each hand >how many lonely nights has Trixie longed for a strong pair of arms to encircle her, to protect her, to cling to her? Need burns in her heart as pleasure burns in her loins >she pours out all her love and desire into her Master's arms >perfect, horseshoe shaped triceps bloom under her ministrations >cannonball biceps explode outwards, growing out of her grip as quickly as she can find one >wide, powerful forearms join to perfect graceful hands as Trixie whispers in Fluttershy's ear, begging her protector to embrace her >Fluttershy smiles lightly, with great tenderness, and carely enfolds the much smaller mare in her mighty arms, biceps swelling, chest thickening, shoulders rippling as she does so. The gentlest of acts, and a stunning display of power >"You are safe," Fluttershy whispers back in her kind, gentle voice. "You are wanted. You are loved." >Trixie cries out as the most intense orgasm of her entire life rips through her   >awash in the searing afterglow, Trixie can feel her dream fading. The evanescent shard of power fading from her core >she focuses all that remains into the tips of her fingers and jams them into the quivering snatch of her dear mighty one >Fluttershy's pelvic muscles contract as one and her neural network explodes with pleasure signals as she reaches her own arcanely infused climax, as mighty as she is >the mare's befuddled mind focuses itself in the midst of this storm into a moment of absolute clarity >total oneness >universal consciousness >"Oh my," she thinks to herself >and then she is carried away again on an incredible high, her brain awash in ethanol and serotonin   >with the last of the power purged, Trixie leaves her reverie and at last comes full to herself again >she observes the beautiful, slack-jawed titan whose embrace she is sharing >she observes the ruined bed they're sharing >she observes the shell-shocked bunny, cowering in the hutch in the corner >she considers her own pleasant afterglow >"Well well," Trixie says to herself, "it would appear the Great and Powerful Trixie still has 'it'" >after extricating herself from Fluttershy's unconscious embrace with some difficulty, Trixie takes stock >her hat has fallen to the ground nearby, so she pops it on the prone musclemare's head >Trixie is not the sort of mare to stay for breakfast, but she at least would like to leave her regards >finding a marker, she leaves a little note of authorship on Fluttershy's chest >Trixie is not the sort of mare to do work without attribution >on her way out the door, she looks back one more time >"This," she reflects, "is a night Trixie will never forget." She glances at the dopey grin on Fluttershy's face. "And a night she will never remember."