Bill Presents: Futa-Trixie!

        >You hated the sound of her voice sometimes.

        >"Yes! Fuck Trixie's ass! Fuck it until it bleeds!"

        >This was one of those times. You didn't mind that your mum was basically paid to whip up stallions, it sounded pretty cool to be honest. But in practice-

        >"Stupid mutt! Did Trixie say you could cum?!"

        >A loud crack emerges from the carriage.

        >"N-no mistress!"

        >"That's not good enough you worthless little cretin!"

        >Another crack and a low moan follows. With a sigh you look at the line that had gathered ahead of you. Thankfully you'd inherited your mum's magical talent, although in a different form. Not many were willing to mess with you given that you broke the leg of the last stallion to do so, and mum thought you would make a good bouncer she wouldn't have to pay.

        >So far so good.

        > You see the stallion that had just had a session with your mum get thrown out of the carriage.

        "Please come again."

        >You sound as droll as possible when you say that. You look to your mum, clad in form-fitting leather, riding crop and whip both dangling from her hip... and her erect cock was hanging out once again for the all the stallions -and a couple mares- to see.

        "Dammit mum we might as well start charging for peep shows if you're going to keep showing off for everyone."

        >"Oh hush," She retorts before sauntering down to your level, eying each pony that stood in line like a predator, "So who gets to play with Trixie next?" She asks. You eye your clipboard for a split second.

        "Time Turner?"

        >A brown stallion nervously steps forward. He was wearing a tie, oh the poor soul.

        "First time?"

        >He clears his throat nervously, "Y-yes sir."

        >Mum croons softly, "Ooh it's been a while since Trixie had a virgin, she promises to be gentle," Time Turner shudders terribly as his eyes stay fixed on her cock. You roll your eyes.

        "Any wife or immediate family we should know about?"

        >"N-no sir," You give him a dissatisfied look, "O-okay I have a sister but she's in Ponyville right now!" You nod, scribbling down a note.

        "Okay you sick bastard, get in there and have your fun."

        >Time Turner flushes a deep red, "O-of course." He doesn't notice mum's crop slither behind him.

        "And stop stammering so much, she uses lube on the new guys."

        >Mum smacks his rear with her riding-crop. Predictably he yelps in surprise and hurries into the carriage, mum giggling mischievously as she follows him in.

        >"Now put that cute little mouth to good use."

        >You sigh, she always did that to the talkers.

 

        >That's how it was, every night ponies from all-over would come down to get abused by your mum. You still had no idea why, but you were making money, and mum was enjoying herself. Win win right?

        >You spot a mare, the last customer of the night, wander out of mum's carriage. You could spot fresh seed dribbling down her leg.

        "Excuse me ma'am."

        >She jumps and her head snaps around to you, "Y-yes?" You present her a paper towel.

        "You might want to do a better job of cleaning up."

        >She looks between her legs, "Oh! Thank you!" She snatches the paper towel from you and cleans herself up with a little more diligence. You return to scribbling figures on your clipboard, but pause when you realize she isn't leaving.

        "Anything else?"

        >"So you're her son?" You sigh.

        "Sometimes I wish otherwise."

        >"H-how did she..." Here it comes. Were you some kidney stone she enchanted? Did she just shit you out one day? Was the dick even natural?

        "I don't know and frankly that's the least of my concerns. Unless you want to make an appointment ahead of time then we have no more business to discuss."

        >She dips her head submissively, "O-of course," You eye her abused rump as she turns to leave, still trying to process how anyone could put up with that.

        >"Quit standing outside like you have something to do and help Trixie clean herself up!"

        >Or how they could put up with your mum, period. With a defeated sigh you trot into the carriage that constantly reeked of blood and sex. You spot your mum sitting on the edge of her bed, legs splayed and brandishing her semen and mare-juice covered cock to you, "There you are!" She says with the same theatric exaggeration she loves so much, "Come here and clean momma Trixie up," With an annoyed sound you sit down in front of her and waste no time getting to work.

        >Your tongue peeks out from between your lips and you give mum's shaft a good lick. You feel her pat your head in encouragement, "You're always so good to Trixie," She says as you continue to lap up the residual juices and semen, "You're the only one who knows how to treat her right."

        >You roll your eyes. She always did that, she was more complimenting her genetics than you anyway.

        >"Can you believe that waste of skin?" She asks as she continues to pet you, "He came without Trixie's permission," You pull away for your contractually obligated agreement.

        "Yes mummy."

        >You then quickly return to your work, "Sometimes Trixie wishes more stallions were like you, you know how to follow orders," With another sigh you lap up the rest of the juice before pulling away.

        "Anything else mummy?"

        >She feigns a worried look, "Trixie thinks that last stallion left something in her butt," She rolls over to present her flank to you, "Could you check to see if it's okay?" You lean down and try to move her tail, only for it to playfully swat your face. You can hear mum giggling, "Sorry~" She practically sings out.

        >After a few more playful swats and false-apologies her tail finally relents and lets you move it aside. You spot something in there alright.

        "Why do you leave the beads in?"

        >"Because they keep Trixie's perfect butt ready for action," She peeks over her shoulder, eyes locked on you as you lean down and claim the metal bit in your mouth, "Be gentle now, Trixie hasn't had a chance to relax for a while now," You gently start tugging, and over time each of the beads pop out, a little bit of semen leaking out with each bead removed.

        "Really?"

        >"If you have time to whine you have time to work," Was mum's retort. You groan as you start lapping up the seed of some stranger from her asshole, all the while mum giggles from the contact. This was always the most humiliating part, because she'd always make sure to save the cum of her favorite clients for you. 'Get a taste of what Trixie does,' She'd tell you.

        >You cleaned up the surface, neglecting the little pucker staring you in the face. You were hoping one day she'd forget-

        >"Make sure to get the inside too," But that day had yet to come. You lean down and hesitantly slide your tongue inside her anus. Mum croons softly, "Ooh~ you have the best tongue," Ignoring the compliment that wasn't even directed at you. Your tongue slides in as deep as it can until your face is nestled neatly between her cheeks. Mum peeks over her shoulder again, "You look like you can't get enough of Trixie's asshole," She smirks, "That's okay though, most ponies can't," You feel your cheeks flush as you get back to work, twisting and squirming your tongue in an effort to clean her up.

        >Once you finish up mum rolls back over, "Mmm, feels so nice to just relax," You wouldn't know, she doesn't let you relax, "Who does Trixie get to play with tomorrow? She's got enough bits for that new crop she wanted," You shudder at the memory, it had metal studs.

        "L-let me see."

        >You conjure your clipboard, you give it a once-over and notice something.

        "You took tomorrow off?"

        >Mum's snaps up, "What?" You glance over the clipboard again.

        "There are no appointments tomorrow, looks like you've got all of tomorrow to relax."

        >"O-oh, relax," She laughs nervously, "Y-yes, Trixie has been looking forward to it," You raise a brow before stowing away your clipboard. Perhaps you could relax tomorrow as well.

 

        >For the first time in a long while, you were actually well-rested for once. No mum waking you up and throwing you outside to wait for her clients, no brazen jerkoff pounding the door and proclaiming his love for mum's dick, just a nice, quiet, peaceful. You try to move roll over, but realize that you're bound. Starting to panic, your eyes shoot open and you look up just in time to see mum plant her hind-hoof on your chest, and you notice she is holding a leash. You follow the tether to see it was attached to the studded collar mum liked to use for special occasions.

        >”Happy birthday~”

        >You stare blankly. Your birthday... you never celebrated your birthday. You were too busy working, or learning magicks, or cleaning mum... she remembered your birthday? You return to reality when she tugs your leash, “Come on, we may have never celebrated before, but surely you remember your own birthday?”

        “We never did anything... it just slipped my mind after a while. But why are you suddenly doing something?”

        >Mum shrugs, “What can Trixie say? She was feeling generous. After all, you've always been there for her, cleaning her, serving her, pleasing her. So, what better way to thank you than by giving you the honor-” Her hind-hoof slides down to your junk, “-of being pleased by Trixie, free of charge?” You gasp in discomfort when she shifts her weight onto your cock. Mum laughs as she starts stroking it, and the sensations are quick to start getting to you. It doesn't take long for your body to start reacting to the stimulation, something mum is all too keen to point out, “You really are like all the other stallions,” She tugs on your leash and pulls you into a sitting position, “Just look at how hard you've gotten, and Trixie barely did a thing to it.”

        >You feel yourself flush red as she forces you to stare at your unabashed erection, “Let's hope you're not a quick shot, Trixie has lots of things planned for you,” You groan as she starts to rub you faster and harder, and you feel your legs start to part further for her, “Oh this is too rich. Will you spread your legs for anyone that plays with your little cock? Even your own mommy?” You feel your humiliation rising as she goes on, “Such a shameless little colt,” She sits down in front of you, claiming your shaft between both of her hind-hooves, “Trixie wonders if she should make you cum now-” She punctuates that by slowly rubbing her way up your length, “-or LATER?!” She brings her hooves down with great force, the bastard fusion of pain and pleasure causing your hips to buck of their own volition.

        >Then she sets up the most pleasurably torturous pace, bringing her hooves up and down in quick succession. It doesn't take long for her to draw out a very unfortunate shudder from you, and you are immediately punished for it. You yelp loudly as you feel a familiar riding-crop slap against your back, “You're not about to cum without telling Trixie, are you?” Her crop strikes you again with a loud crack, “Because that would be very inconsiderate,” Unfortunately for you, your body is just that, for one more strike is all it took to send you past your limit. Your abused member starts shooting out hot strings of cum all-over her hooves and legs, and judging from the look on mum's face, she's hardly amused. You expect another strike that doesn't come, instead you only get a disappointed sigh, “How is Trixie supposed to please you now?”

        “I-I-”

        >Mum gives you a predatory grin, “Oh what a wonderful thought! Trixie can just please you like she does the mares,” She yanks your leash with enough force to throw you onto her, and you can feel her own erection pressing against your inner-thigh, “Would you like that?” You can't bring yourself to answer, but mum takes it as a “yes” regardless. Her horn flares to life, and she lifts you onto her bed and rests you on your side. You hear her start rummaging through some of her things, “Now where did she put- aha!” She levitates a bottle of lubricant in front of your eyes, more specifically anal lube. You watch as she squeezes some out in front of you before setting the bottle aside and the pool of lubricant floats out of sight.

        >You gasp as you feel a something cold press against your anus, “Now I just need to find- there you are,” You hold your breath when you feel something bulbous press against you, forcing its way inside. You flinch when it goes in- the beads, she got out the beads. You jump when another forces itself inside, then another, and another, mum scoffs at your reaction, “Stallions, they love sticking it in, but shudder and whine when they get a taste of their own medicine,” She gives you time to get used to the beads nestled inside before she starts pulling them back out. You start panting as you feel each of the little spheres leave your rear stretched, training it for something far larger. Once they are all the way out mum speaks up, “There you big foal, was that so bad?”

        “N-no.”

        >Mum rubs your back comfortingly, “It never is, but it's about to get a bit worse,” Your breath hitches when she starts forcing the beads back in, this time with greater force. She does this several times, working your ass with increasing speed, forcing it to adapt to the sudden invasions. Eventually she pulls the beads out and tosses them aside, “That should be enough, just loose enough for you to take Trixie.”

        >You spot the lube floating by, and you feel the bed shift as mum joins you, her shaft grinding against your rear, “Get ready now, momma's going to make you squeal,” You tremble and gasp every step of the way. When you feel it press against you, part your anus, force its way in. Mum doesn't give you much time to get used to her, just barely enough to not hurt you too much. Mum croons as she wraps her forelimbs around your waist, “Trixie loves taking the virgins, they're always so tight,” She starts bucking harder, and you can't contain your voice anymore. Your face flushes in humiliation as you let out a loud moan, “Oh? Do you like Trixie's cock in your ass?”

        “G-go to-”

        >Mum smacks your rump before you can finish, “What was that?” You let out another moan as she starts picking up the pace.

        “N-nothing-”

        >Another hard smack interrupts you, “Wrong answer,” Mum scolds you, “Trixie will give you one more chance, and if you give her a good answer, she might be inclined to give you a little treat at the end,” One of her hooves drifts down to your shaft as she continues to pound you, stroking it gently, “Somebody got hard again~” She sings out, “You really like your momma don't you?” Another furious nod, “You love it when Trixie takes you like a mare?”

        “Y-yes!”

        >Mum lets out a hot moan before continuing, “There you go, now you're starting to behave properly,” She starts joining in on your moaning, bucking you furiously, still stroking your shaft. It felt like she was somehow getting bigger.

        “M-mum?”

        >Her hoof drifts away from your cock and loops back around your waist as her bucks grow harder than ever, “Trixie's close, you want her to fill you up?” You nod, unable to answer her with words, “Now you're just like a mare, asking Trixie to cum inside. She thinks she'll give you your treat now.”

        >With several hard pounds you gasp as you feel her seed spill into you. You shudder terribly as she bucks you with the last of her strength, churning the cum inside your body. You're left panting like a mutt as mum pulls of you, “Did you like your treat?” You don't answer, you're too tired. Unfortunately the day isn't over yet, “What's this?” You follow mum's eyes to your erection, “You little whore, still so eager,” She leans forces you onto your back, “Lucky for you Trixie knows how to deal with whores,” She crawls on top of you, grinding you intensely, “You should feel honored, only a few get to play with Trixie's ass. ”

        >Mum lifts herself up, and you groan as she presses your tip against her. You were wishing she'd have just ended it as you were, but apparently she wasn't going to let the birthday boy survive this day, “Trixie wonders what's more humiliating, fucking your momma, or being fucked by her?” You refused to think about it, they both sounded pretty awful. She croons softly when she successfully hilts you, “Such a pathetic thing, Trixie can barely feel it inside,” You blush as she starts insulting you again, “How can Trixie get off if she doesn't feel anything?”

        “S-sorry mummy.”

        >She scoffs in frustration, “You should be,” She shifts back, presenting her hind-hooves to you, “If that pathetic little worm you call a cock can't please Trixie, you'll have to beg for her to waste her valuable time on you,” She pulls on your leash so your head nears her hooves, and you can see your cum matting her fur. Catching the hint, you start licking them, kissing them, anything to get her to move.

        “Please mum...”

        >She yanks your leash again, “Please what?” You thought your humiliation at your mum's hooves couldn't get any deeper.

        “P-please make me cum.”

        >She doesn't look impressed, “You sound like a foal who just got spanked. Again.”

        “Please-”

        >”Louder!”

        “PLEASE MUMMY I WANT TO CUM!”

        >Mum's hooves glide away and take their place at either side of you, “Well if you want it that bad, Trixie supposes she can indulge,” She starts moving, painfully slow, too slow for you. You try bucking against her, but your haunches feel the bite of her crop in lightning-retaliation, “Did Trixie give you permission to move?!” Fighting back tears of pain you shake your head, “Step outside your boundaries one more time, and Trixie will just leave you to deal with it yourself, is that what you want?” You shake your head, and you feel her crop slide across your chest, “Why don't you tell Trixie what you want?” Swallowing your pride, you open your mouth.

        “I-I want mummy to move faster.”

        >“And why should mommy move faster?” She retorts, still slowly bouncing in your lap, “How are you going to convince her?”

        “I'll... I'll pay for that crop you wanted.”

        >To your joy she starts to move a little faster, “Keep going.”

        “I'll get one of those artificial mares for the stallions.”

        >She picks up the pace yet again, “Anything else?” You gulp audibly, there's only one more thing you can think of.

        “If you want me to I'll...”

        >You feel mum's crop rub against your chin as as you trail off, “What will you do for Trixie?” She asks, shifting so she can lean toward you.

        “I'll...”

        >She smirks, “Yes~?”

        “I-I'll join in.”

        >A satisfied hum, “Trixie agrees to your terms,” She finally answers. You groan as she finally sets a good pace.

        “C-can I move now?”

        >She takes a minute to mull it over, “Say it like a good little colt.”

        “May I move now mummy?”

        >Mum rolls her eyes, “Oh fine, but you better keep Trixie interested,” Your hooves instantly snap to her waist, and you let instinct pound out every ounce of frustration. You can hear mum start moaning as you pound her with all of your might, “Mmm, you're such a good little colt,” She says as she continues to bounce in your lap, “You're the only one who knows where mommy likes it,” You let out a hot breath as your grip on her waist tightens, and you can feel her shaft rubbing against your abdomen.

        “M-mum!”

        >She wraps her forelimbs wrap around you, “You ready to cum inside Trixie?” You nod your head furiously, she pulls you toward her, “Well then don't keep her waiting,” She whispers in your ear. You groan as you let go right then and there, you can hear mum coo in satisfaction as you start to fill her up, “S-so much,” She roughly grinds you until you are utterly spent, then she lifts herself off of you, presenting her leaking rear to you, “Were you saving yourself for some special mare?”

        “No...”

        >With a satisfied grin mum lays down, gesturing for you to join her. You eye the fresh semen on the covers for a split-second before complying. You tense when she presses her dick against yours, gently stroking both of them with a hoof, “Did you have fun?” You blush as you retort.

        “Y-yes.”

        >She kisses your nose, “Trixie looks forward to playing with her favorite pet again,” You shudder, this just became a thing.