R63 Trixie - Part 1: Femmy's Discipline Training [Clop]

>You are Trixter.

>It has been a few months since you moved in with the local human, Femanon, after the whole Ursa Minor incident.

>Fucking Sugar and Spice.

>Couldn't they tell that whole spiel was just part of the act.

>You'll teach those fillies one day.

>All well, now you're living with Femmy now.

>It wasn't some kind of handout.

>But a unicorn of your caliber should never let good hospitality go to waste.

>And the woman is relatively clean...for not being a pony.

>And with your track for keeping up your marvelous appearance, the house is always clean.

>The bright rays from Lord Solaris' sun breaks through your blue satin curtains imported from Saddle Arabia.

>Only the best for Trixter.

>Not to mention the alarm has been blaring for a few minutes.

>Shift around in your king-sized bed.

"Uhg..."

>You eyes crack open slightly.

>See the sun shining through the Equestrian sky.

>Hear the birds singing, signaling the start of a new day.

"Mornin' already?"

>Roll over.

"Still...tired. Five more minutes..."

>Slap the snooze button and return to your grand slumber.

>Arm is dangling off the side of the bed.

>This isn't the first time you've slept in.

>You don't have a magic show today.

>These ponies don't deserve it yet.

>Maybe tomorrow?

>...nah.

 

>The dull sound of ringing fills your room.

>You stir from your sleep.

>Look at the clock.

>It's almost noon.

>Shit, you've been asleep for that long.

>Half the day is gone.

>Shoot up and slam the snooze button.

>You think you may have broken it.

>No matter, you can always buy a new one.

>Shoot up in your large and magnificent bed.

>Rub the tiredness from you eyes and hop out from under your covers.

>Do your morning routine to get ready for the second half of the day.

>Bath: Check!

>Mane styled: Check!

>Evacuation of Bowels: Check!

>All systems nominal.

"Look out world! Trixter is here!"

 

>Walk out of your own bathroom.

>Stomach is growling something fierce.

>Well, you haven't eaten yet.

>Time to fix that.

>Trot down the hall and stop in front of Femanon's room.

>Rap, tap, tap on her mahogany door.

"Femmy, Tritxer is hungry. Fix me brunch. Chop chop!"

>What, you weren't going to make your own food, that is beneath you.

>Wait there for a moment.

>No answer.

>Your patience is wearing thin.

>Time to use your Trixter privilege and barge in.

>No need to check it for anyp0ny.

"I am coming in!"

 

>Rev up that magic to turn the knob.

"Femmy?"

>Waltz in and notice Femanon isn't there.

>However, you are treated to the sight of a hastily made bed on the far wall, pajamas crumpled in a pile on the floor with a towel on top, and a wardrobe door wide open displaying a variety of clothes.

>Besides the awful mess, the room way very plain and minimalist.

>As you stand there gawking at the messy room while ignoring the rumble in your stomach, you recall that Femanon has to work.

>...on a Saturday.

>Stupid apple harvest season.

>"How could I forget that."

>Facehoof in your forgetfulness.

>"Hmph, no matter. I just make a grand brunch fit for the likes of Trixter. But first..."

>Your horn takes on a pink hue.

>Concentrate as the dirty clothes are levitated and placed into the hamper.

>Shift your focus onto the bed sheets and smooth out the wrinkles.

"Ah! I amaze myself sometimes. Trixter is marvelous after all!"

>Walk over towards the wardrobe to shut it close.

>Place your hoof on the door.

"Aaand...do-"

>Something fancy catches your eye.

>Look down to see a drawer full of her undergarments.

>You always wonder what is so special about clothes.

>Besides your cloak and top hat, you've always gone Au Natural.

>With her, she is always seen walking around in them.

>You think it must be comfy if she chooses to wear it all the time.

 

>A certain pair catches your eye.

>Looks shiny.

>You like shiny.

"Never thought Femmy would be the flashy type. She seems so...plain."

>Curiosity gets the better of you.

>Grab the article of clothing in your magic hold.

>See the three blue diamonds arranged in a triangle on the front.

>Must have gotten it from that clothes maker.

>Elusive was his name if you recall correctly.

>Didn't think he made female clothing.

>It did look high grade, but you've seen better.

>It gets your Trixter's seal of approval.

>Wonder if he'd make you something nice.

>Not sure after turning his mane green.

>You may have made a mistake with that.

>But he was asking for it...ruining your show like that.

 

>You inspect it for a bit.

>It was white with a some red lace.around the trim.

>Must be her "special" pair.

>Don't know why she has them, not like there were others like her here.

>Unless she's into ponies.

>She did say she has been here for a while.

>Don't blame her. You'd do the same thing for some release.

>Reach out and grasp it.

>Feel the nice texture against your tender hooves.

>Silk maybe?

>It does feel nice.

>You wonder how it would feel on your rear.

"NO! Magnificent and Marvelous Trixter won't sink so low and put on girlish clothing."

>But that soft texture...

>Femanon isn't here...

>And it's silk.

 

>Your will is slowly whittling away.

>The "what ifs" start to roll through your mind.

>If somep0ny saw you, you'll be ruined.

>Worse...if Femanon saw you.

>But you may never get a shot like this again.

>And they are silk.

>It feels so nice.

"...why the hay not?"

>Brunch can wait.

>This will be future Trixter's problem.

>Deal with that bridge when you get there.

>Throw caution to the wind and step your hind legs into panties.

>Use your magic to pull it upwards towards your toned, stallion rear.

>The feeling of silk on your legs is wonderful.

>Your breathing slows as you relish this moment.

"It's only for a bit. What Femmy won't know won't hurt her."

>Suppress a chuckle as the panties start to round the curve of your bubble butt.

>Once it was on, you release your magic hold on the elastic band.

>Feel the waistband snap around your pelvis.

>Wince from the sudden, sharp sting, but marvel at the sight of your body in the large mirror on the wall.

"It's a snug fit...Perfect for Trixter...if Trixter was into this sort of thing."

>You've always had a feminine figure compared to the other stallion's rough exterior.

>But that's because of your pristine hygiene and diet fit for one as magnificent as Trixter.

>Have to look presentable for your magic performances.

 

>Turn around to admire your bottom in the body length mirror on the wall.

>It does look...nice.

>You could clearly see your bulge slightly stretching out the fabric.

>But a spell could make it like new, so no big deal.

>Can't help having something so large between your hind legs.

>Rise on your hind legs and push your mane up with your front hooves.

"Yeah! Who's a sexy pony? Trixter is!"

>You do a little dance while feeling how the small piece of lewd clothing hugs your curves.

>Shaking your butt like you just don't care.

>The bulge is clearly starting to show signs of activity.

>You feel so pretty. Sexy even.

>Who are you kidding, you look pretty hot in this thing.

>Trixter is pretty fucking irresistible...for a stallion.

"I'd rut you into the ground, you sexy beast."

>This is really turning you on.

>Feel your stallionhood coming to life in your loins.

>The tip begins to make it's journey out into the warm air, only to be stopped by the tight, silk fabric.

>It stretches the fabric even more.

"Oh...Trixter is starting to lose it."

>Your flaccid pecker presses against it's snug prison.

>Use all of your will power to keep it from becoming hard.

>Mind over matter as they say.

>It's barely working.

 

>Small blotches of precum stain the front while more of your trouser snake exits your sheath.

>It's getting harder with each second.

>Your arousal causes your musk to fill the air.

>And inhaling the scent causes your arousal to grow rampant.

>It's a disastrous positive feedback loop.

>Your cock searches for an opening, even if it meant making one in the front.

>No need to totally destroy such a good pair of panties.

>Femmy would be furious.

>Sit on your haunches and use your hooves to help relieve some of that pressure down there.

>With a quick spell, the elastic band pulls away to let your harden cock out.

"Hehe! Now Trixter can have some fun."

>God, you sound so feminine. Are you not a stallion?

>But at this rate, you don't care.

 

>Form a magical pink griffon arm with a simple spell.

>Let the talons wrap around your pecker.

>Smile in anticipation as the rough like texture moves up and down along your mottled dick.

>You've been with plenty of griffons before. You liked the exotic races.

>Had that bird brain screaming for more.

>Each stroke bringing you closer to your peak.

>You can't wait to release this seed of yours all over.

>Even if it's Femmy's room.

>You'd be sure to clean up after yourself before she returns.

>She doesn't get back for a few more hours.

>But...what if you did get caught.

>The thought makes you even hornier.

"Shit...I can't hold back much longer. Trixter's gonna cum soon!"

>Look at the mirror once more.

>You're panting.

>Mane disheveled.

>Your man rod is throbbing with each heartbeat with a pink, disembodied arm stroking it.

>Precum is overflowing.

>Your large, heavy testes are poking out of the panties and filled with your churning seed.

>Smirk at the sight of them being separated on either side of the fabric.

>You look like a sissy.

>You want to do things to the figure in that mirror.

>A grand idea formulates in your head.

"Ooh yes. Trixter likes."

 

>Hop onto your hooves and saunter over towards the mirror.

>Your heart is racing a mile a minute.

>Rear up on your back legs and delicately place your hooves onto either side of the mirror.

"Trixter can't hold back anymore."

>You lean your whole body against the reflective glass.

>The cool surface felt so nice, especially against your erect cock.

"Kiss Trixter, you handsome devil..."

>Your reflection gives you those sexy bedroom eyes.

>Lean in close as the reflection does the same.

>You part your mouth to let your tongue slip out.

>The flat appendage makes contact on the reflective surface.

>Find yourself making out with your sexy-ass reflection.

>Your tongue covering the mirror in your spit.

>Let loose a torrent of girlish moans.

"Oh hthuew ih!" (oh screw it!)

>You're loving this.

>Making out with yourself is the best thing since...you.

>But your throbbing member is begging for attention as well.

>Some self-frotting is in order.

>So your hips begin to buck.

>Feel the smooth texture rub against your hearty girth.

>Each thrust sends euphoric signals to your brain.

>Now you want to rub it more just to feel so good.

>Your dick agrees by spilling more precum.

'Look at yourself, Trixter. Wearing panties...making out with your reflection...and rubbing your gift to mares against this tacky mirror, spilling your seed and making a mess.'

>You think to yourself as you put more vigor into your slutty actions.

'But Trixter is loving it more and more.'

>Pull away from sucking on the mirror like a lamprey.

"It's addicting."

 

>You lose track of time.

>While you were indulging into the depths of debauchery and lustful pleasure, the door creeks open.

>A sharp gasp snaps you out of your little trance.

>Look over at the door.

>Your eyes shrink to the size of small dots.

"F-F-Femmy?!"

>"Trixter!?"

>The look of utter shock paints her face.

>Oh shit..

'Quick! Think of something.'

"T-this isn't what it looks like. Trixter was...giving it a snuggle test?"

>You want to punch yourself in the face for that lame excuse.

>Being under pressure causes you to make shitty excuses.

>Give her your best grin and hope for the best.

>All you could see on her face was a scowl.

'Well, it was worth a shot.'

>Gulp down a mouthful of spit as your roommate locks the door behind her.

"S-Sorry. Trixter will take these off and clean this mess."

>While you try to take off the panties under the scrutinizing gaze of your housemate, she moves towards you.

>She slips out of her skirt and licks her lips.

>You get a good look at her pink pair of panties.

>Looks like cotton.

>For some reason, you can't move.

>Were you afraid.

>Damn right you are.

>What was her next move?

>It's unsettling.

>She kneels before you.

>See her smile.

>But it wasn't one of those happy smiles.

"What are you doing?"

 

>Watch as her hands reach out towards you.

>One grasps your horn while the other grasps your testes.

>Yelp from the sudden feeling of hands on your most sensitive areas.

"I just got curious and wanted to see what's so nice about the-NNFFFF!"

>Her grip tightens around your family jewels.

>You groan.

>"Wearing my underwear and making a mess in my room? Not to mention you were kissing your own reflection."

"I... Trixter can explain...EEP!"

>If she squeezes any more, you could become sterile.

>You didn't even get to pass on your pristine genetics along.

>"You naughty stallion. What would the ponies think if they saw you like this..."

"L-let Trixter go! You're hurting Trixter!"

>Try to cast a sleep spell.

>It sputters out when Femanon start to stroke your horn.

"Stop this at once! This is wrong!"

>"Femmy will teach you about respecting others property..."

 

>She knows your teleport spell is not that good, especially in high stress situations.

>And this is one stressful predicament you got yourself into.

>Maybe you should have done this in your room in hindsight.

"Let Trixter go! You're hurting me."

>The way she grips your large gonads causes you to emit a throaty groan.

>"Trixter has no say in this. You're in my domain now."

>Was she making fun of your speech?

"Hey, don't make fun of Trixter's spe-Ah! HAAAH!"

>Throw your head back.

>Your voice echoes off of the walls.

>Her dexterous fingers massage your delicate testes.

>"Seems you're a screamer. I like that"

>Each squeeze from her dainty hands causes your pecker to respond with a reflexive twitch.

>"You like that? Well there is more where that came from."

>You give a quick prayer to Prince Artemis.

>They were answered when she releases her grip from your gonads.

>Try focus on Femanon's free hand as it reach into a black chest.

>She pulls out a black collar, studded with rubies.

>It was placed around your neck.

>"I hope you can take this punishment. Because..."

>Her face leans into your ear.

>"It...will...be...rough."

>Her tongue trails a long licks on the edge of your ear.

>A small burst of cool air burst forth from her lips.

>It causes your ears to flick.

>Close your eyes wishing this wasn't really happening.

>She stands up, towering over your frightened form.

>"Cute..."

"Femmy...please..."

 

>A tug from the leash pulls your face towards her crotch.

>"Get to licking."

>You grimace at the sight of her white, cotton panties merely inches from your face.

>It has a tart smell to it, and the signs of her arousal begins to stain it.

"Don't do this Femmy. Trixter is- ACK!"

>Another yank chokes you.

>Femanon is not amused by your backtalk.

>"I said LICK!"

>Another tug from the leash pushes your muzzle right against her dampened crotch.

>Decide it's best not to go against her, especially now with her foot merely inches from your groin.

>Your tongue takes a small sample of her pie.

>A quick lick along her crevice.

>"OOOH! D-do it again, slave."

>What did she just call you? SLAVE?!?

"Excuse me?! Trixter is no slave!"

>Feel the leather around your neck cutting off your air passage.

>Start to struggle against the leash.

>You are treated to having your horn flicked by Femmy, causing a sharp pain in your head.

>Your proud length then is pinned to the floor by her bare foot.

>"Think you can defy me after going through my stuff? You don't know your new position."

"T-Trixter doesn't have to take this! The great and powerful Trixter doesn't understand why you're being so mean! He said he was sorry already, s-so just let him go!"

>Feel more of her weight being placed onto your throbbing appendage.

"AAAAARRAAAAGHH!!!"

>Tears pool under your eyes as you spout off every profane word under the sun in your mind.

>"Don't make me repeat myself. I have ways of dealing with disobedient stallions."

>Her eyes look much darker and sinister than usual.

>She means business.

>Being prideful and haughty isn't going to get you out of this.

>It will only make it worse.

>Feel your body freeze in terror as her cold gaze pierces your soul.

>Even despite this sudden turn of events, your cock is still rock hard.

 

"F-Femmy, please. I-I'm sorry."

>She even got you referring to yourself in first person.

>Besides Dusk Shine, no pony has made you do that.

>"That's mistress to you."

>Another yank puts you muzzle-first into human pussy.

>It's so much wetter than before.

>"Now...as you were."

>You could feel the little nub of her clit brushing against your nose through the soft fabric.

>Femmy emits a soft moan.

>"Oh...mmmm! Forget licking, I have a better use for that pretty face of yours."

>Her loins must be set aflame since she's using your face as nothing more than a makeshift vibrator.

>She's desperately trying to get off on your muzzle.

>Feel her hips buck back and forth against your nose.

>So rough. She's treating you as nothing but an object.

>You have to get out of here.

>And since she is lost in her own world, this was your chance.

>A simple levitation spell should work.

>Through the rough treatment your face is getting from Femmy's snatch, you focus.

>Feel mana from the air enter your horn, causing it to glow with the bright pink aura.

>But before you could set off the spell, feel a rough hand grasp at your horn.

>"Naughty stallion. Trying to get away?"

"This isn't funny. You're hurting Trixter. Trixter doesn't want thi- NNNNG!"

>Feel her nimble fingers lightly trace the grooves in your horn.

>She wouldn't...would she?

 

"No! S-Stop this! I doesn't have to take this kind of...t-tre-trea...mmmmnnnnn..."

>The nerves in your horn are working on overdrive.

>The sensations were incredible.

>"You like that? Thank Dusk Shine. He told me about how unicorn horns work."

>Fucking Dusk Shine.

>Her hand takes a firm grasp on your magical tool.

>At least she has stopped fucking your face.

>A wry smirk crosses her lips as she lightly stroking your horn.

>"And I heard that hornjobs will render your magic useless for an hour."

>Unlike the sharp pain you felt with the flick, you were feeling a dull pleasure.

>And as she picks up speed with her strokes, the pleasure blooms into an intense bliss that ravages your mind and body.

>"Which is more than enough time to punish this cocky stallion."

>More of your precum spurts against her leg.

>Cock twitching with each pump of her fist.

>Eyes rolling upwards.

>Sweat pouring from your pores and rolling down your face.

>Magic begins to build up in the tip of your horn.

>You can't hold it back anymore.

"Femmy...stop!"

>The scent of pheromones, musk, and sex fills the air.

>Your face contorts as the buildup causes your horn to radiate off a bright pink hue.

>"I can't stop now. Not when things are getting interesting."

>She snickers as your pathetic form.

>You're so far gone to the pleasure.

>Her hands move so fast that it looks like a blur.

>Each tug brings you closer to sweet release.

"NO!"

>"Yes...Show me your magic, oh Marvelous...

>Her hand pumps you slower.

>She moves her cunt from your face and kneels before you.

>Eyes locking with yours.

>"and Magnificent..."

>Watch in your aroused state as her mouth moves towards your horn.

"No...please...

>She licks her lips.

>"Trixter."

>Her tongue makes contact with your oversensitive horn.

"I...I'm gonna..."

>All it took was one swift lick to bring you over the edge.

>Lose all bodily functions and control.

>Feel as a burst of magic discharge paints the ceiling with pink magic dust.

>You emit a shrill shriek from the sudden release.

>"Oh...so nice."

 

>Your body becomes so weak.

>She lets go of your horn and lick off some of the discharge off her hand.

>"Tasty..."

>Fall forward and lean into her chest.

>It's so warm...and her strong abs felt so nice against your face.

>Must have been all that hard work she did on the farm.

>But even though it felt nice lying against her, you couldn't help but cry.

>You felt so violated.

"W-Why?"

>"Because Femmy...wants to teach you a lesson."

>She wraps her arms around you.

"I'm sorry."

>"But Femmy still wants more..."

>This can't be happening.

>This surely can't.

>You are shoved onto your back.

>That release of magical discharge has left your body unresponsive.

>Meanwhile, Femmy starts to strip.

>Off comes her shirt.

>Marvel at how perky her tits were.

>They look larger than while she wore the shirt.

>Watch as her panties slide past her bottom.

>A thin string of her sex juice connects her slit and her moist undergarments.

"Femmy...please stop this. I'll buy you more panties."

>"But I need this. And you'll love it as well."

>She places her feet on either side of you.

>Slowly, her rear decends upon your length.

>Her heated sex makes contact with your impressive length.

>She gets comfortable.

>You are far from that feeling.

>Her eyes gaze at your pride and joy, well one of them.

>"I wonder if this will fit. Hehe~! <3"

>No matter how cute she sounds, she is going too far.

"T-this is rape!"

>"But it's an itch only a stallion of your calibur can relieve."

>Her hips begin to rock against your length.

>Grinding her sex against your cock.

>The familiar feeling from before begins to take root in your dick.

>"Especially with this magnificent phallus of yours."

>Damn, she knows how to feed your ego.

>Close your eyes and turn your head.

"O-Only this once..."

>Begin to relax and let her have her way.

>You won't fight this anymore.

>Hopefully, she'll be satisfied and will let you go.

 

>Femmy wastes no time getting into the mood.

>Her face was flushed red.

>Eyes locked onto yours.

>You could see the lust and need in her stare.

>Heart racing, mind numbing, precum spilling everywhere.

>Face it, you're starting to enjoy it.

>Try to stifle a moan by biting your hoof.

>"You really are cute."

>Femanon's pace increases.

>Her tight nether lips giving your length one sloppy kiss.

>It's glistening from all that sweet nectar flowing from her honey pot.

"M-More...only be-because it feels good."

>You can't believe you just said that.

>"I'll do better than that..."

>Her right hand travels toward her sweet mouth.

>She places her middle finger inside and wraps her thin lips around it.

>Throaty moans escape her mouth as she licks and sucks it with poise and grace.

>Her half-lidded eyes catches your blush.

>"Fufufu...PWUAH! I'm gonna take you on a wonderful ride."

>She reaches back and pulls the panties you're wearing to the side.

"W-Wait...don't!"

>"I'll take you higher..."

>Her moist finger rubs the rim of your tight exit hole.

>Yelp from the cool touch.

>"But this is still...a punishment."

>Tilt your head back in ecstasy as one...no two...three fingers pierce your insides.

"Ah...AAAAUHG!!! AAAAAAH!!!"

>You've never had anything shoved up there.

>You were beneath this.

"YOU ARE GOING TOO FAR!"

>"On the contrary...Trxter. I haven't gone far enough."

 

>Yelp as all her fingers make it's way inside of your rectum.

>The pain you felt was on another level.

"STOP! IT HURTS! IT HUUUURTS!!!!"

>"HAHAHAA!! This will teach you from being such a shameful slut!"

"TRIXTER IS SORRY! TRIXTER IS SOOORRYYY!"

>You're pretty sure somepony may have heard your screams in Ponyville.

>But it's not like she'll stop.

>She pulls out.

>Guess she did stop.

>And they said begging doesn't give you anything.

>It is over.

>It's over...

>It's finally over.

>No, it's never over.

>She just got back onto your length, facing the other way.

>Her rubbing movements resumes, yet now they have more power and the speed has increased.

"Please...stop this...I..I beg you."

>Your eyes clench shut when you feel those four fingers enter your ass again.

>It stretches you out.

>Pretty sure that it will be ruined.

>You can barely move, and can barely talk.

>The pain was too much.

>Not to mention that she has started thrusting in an out.

>She's so rough on you.

>You were so close to spilling your seed.

>"Oh Trixter, lets see how far this rabbit hole goes?"

"What do you mea- AAAAAAAAAAH!!!! FUCK!"

 

>Her thumb is now entering the mix.

>She pushes further.

>And further.

>Her whole hand is entering your colon.

"YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK TRIXTER! STOP!"

>Your ass is ruined. You are so sure of it.

>And Femmy is so far gone that any words won't reach her.

>"Cum for me!"

"Ah-AAAAAAAAH!!!"

>Your tiny pony body convulses in spasms as your rear clenches around her wrist.

>Feel the pressure build up in your girth.

>No matter how much you wanted to hold it back, it was all futile.

>Your seed spills in strong bursts.

>The first one was the strongest, as it hits your face.

>Some of it gets in your mane.

>The next few spurts hit your neck, then your chest.

>Your entire body is painted with white, viscous seed.

>She pulls her hand from your now gaping asshole.

>Smirking she looks at your broken form.

>Her lust-filled gaze sends shivers down your spine.

>You were scared...

>Exhausted...

>Magic won't save you.

>Begging won't save you.

>Your roommate is nothing more than a molester.

>Yet after such a strong orgasm, your dick is still holding an erection.

>Why is this happening?

>"Femmy still hasn't gotten off yet, slave. And since you can go another round..."

>She strokes your sticky rod before placing it at your entrance.

 

>You're going to be raped.

>Raped by your so-called friend.

>She's a monster with an insatiable sex appetite.

"No..."

>The waterworks start flowing.

"No more..."

>You are a broken stallion.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

>Repeating those words over and over again.

>You don't know if you'll ever see her the same way again.

>Yet your tears may have gotten through to her.

>Femmy snaps to reality.

>Drops mom's spaghetti.

>Realizes what she was doing to you.

>Releases your still hardened cock.

>She sits on her bed, mortified at what she just did to her housemate and friend.

>"Trixter...I- ..."

>You use this time to gallop out of the room still wearing her panties.

>Tears stained your eyes.

>Your full length flops around underneath you while running.

>The only thought running through your mind is getting away from this crazy molester.