>You are Femanon.
>And what you almost did to your friend was unforgivable.
>Watching him run out of the room crying.
>How could you just lose it like that.
>Even if he went into your stuff, that really was uncalled for.
>That's what happens when you got into any relationship with a man.
>Always wanted to be on top.
>Must be the one in charge in bed.
>You were always able to become drunk off power so easily.
>That's why you were single for such a long time.
>And now, you had a stallion in your home.
>Sure, you've been in this crazy pony world for a year, but you soon learn that they act as much like a human as you do.
>So you had no qualms dating stallions.
>But you had the same problem you did on earth.
>And just when you could have gotten Trixter, you pull this stunt.
>You were a cruel person.
>Bury your face into the pillow.
>Fight back the tears, but they can't be held back any longer.
>Sob quietly to yourself as you mutter "I'm sorry" repeatedly.
>You did like Trixter, but you weren't sure how he felt.
>Now he most likely hates you.
 
>The house is silent for the next few hours save for the quiet sobbing of both inhabitants.
>You felt so bad for what you did.
>Eventually hunger overtakes your shame and you emerge from your shame-den for nourishment.
>On her way to the kitchen you pass by Trixter's room.
>Your sense of honor forces you to pause for a moment.
>Muster all of your courage and finally speak.
"Trixter...?"
>The locked door doesn't respond.
"Look, I'm sorry for earlier... I don't know what came over me."
>Still no response.
"I don't want you to hate me..."
>*Click*
>The door has unlocked itself.
>"Come get your panties."
>You hesitantly reach out a hand to the newly unlocked door and pushes your way in.
>Look into the room as the portal grants you entrance.
>The room is immaculate - almost as if it hasn't been lived in.
>Even more strangely, there's no sign of Trixter.
"Trix...?"
>Yet again, Trixter has fallen silent.
>Peer further into the room.
>On Trixter's blue and white bedspread lie you panties.
>Walk forward, puzzled by your feeling of unease in what should be your home.
>Lay a hand on your panties and pick them up.
>As soon as you do, Find yourself immobile.
>"LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!"
>Trixter's voice shouts from behind.
 
>Your mind is screaming to run.
>The adrenaline is coursing through your veins.
>Fight or flight senses are in full effect.
>But either option is futile due to Trixter's magic grip.
>"T-Trixter...wait. I-..."
>The show pony wastes no time clamping the collar he wore previously around your neck.
>"Now then, Femmy..."
>The magical hold fades.
>Use this time to grab your belongings and bolt for the door.
>"HEEL!"
>Upon hearing his stern voice, your body freezes in place.
>"TURN!"
>As if under some spell, you obey by turning 180 degrees, now facing the smirking, blue stallion.
>That smug grin starting to grind your gears.
"Look! I just wanted to apologi-"
>"SIT!"
>You are silenced.
>Struggle to keep standing, but it was useless.
>Your rear makes contact on the ground.
>"Now, my dear Femmy..."
>Trixter slowly makes his way towards you and sits down inches away.
>A look of horror paints your features when you can see that throbbing horse cock standing at attention.
>This only makes Trixter's smirk grow wider.
>"Suck it."
 
>Lean down, cursing Trixter's name with all of your soul.
>There's no way you can take all of that into your mouth.
>You may have been known to have a big mouth, but not in this capacity.
>"Go on, Femmy...I mean, cock slut. Show Trixter how you humans please your mates. And no hands..."
"Fuck you."
>"Oh, I intend to do that...but not right now."
>You scowl as you inch closer to his length.
>His smirk never pissed you off before.
>But now you can't stand to see his mug.
>"I want to make you gag on this magnificent cock. Be glad Trixter allows you to have this."
>So here you are...
>About to suck on a large, blue horsecock.
>You weren't intending on doing so, but now you have no choice in the matter.
>Fighting against his command is impossible.
>Grit your teeth as your face moves closer to his thick appendage.
>Lay a few kisses around his girth.
>"Oh, I admire your praise. Keep worshipping my gift to you, cock slut."
>Your tongue slides over his member, giving him a nice saliva bath with your tender licks.
>It glides over every pulsing vein.
>Trixter rubs your head as if you were his pet.
>"Good girl."
"Huck huew." (Fuck you.)
>Take your time around the middle ring, praising his girth with kisses and slobbery licks.
>Trixter throws his head back and groans in approval of your professional skill.
>"Nnnf...none of the mares I've been with were this good. B-Bravo..."
>It's not like you haven't sucked a cock before.
>You know how to drive any man wild and blow in a minute.
>Trixter won't be the exception.
 
>"Just like that. Now take it in that slut mouth of yours."
>Pulls your mouth away and take a firm grasp around his girth.
>"W-what did you do to me?"
>Your hands begins gliding along his meaty cock.
>Apply pressure intermittently along his length.
>It was easy seeing that it was covered in your saliva.
>"Just returning the favor for making Trixter your bitch."
>Your body can't ignore this stallion's demand.
>It must be this collar.
>If only you can take this damn thing off.
>Before you could get another word in, your face lowers to his hearty rod.
>Parting your lips, you give his flared head a few licks.
>Each lick causing the warm, black and white mottled cock to twitch in your grasp.
>"Trixter is nopony's bitch..."
>Wrap your mouth around part of the flare of his cock.
>Close your eyes and suck it while flicking your tongue around the tip.
>Use your hand to stroke him off.
>His musk was so thick.
>It felt like that along with his cock would suffocate you.
>Yet you persevere so you can finish him off quickly.
 
>Pump your hand faster and suck harder.
>With each suck, you take more of his head.
>30%, 50%, 80%....
>You now have all of the tip inside your maw, and you don't stop with your vacuum powered sucking.
>Flicking the small opening on his tip causes the show pony to shudder under your touch.
>Your disgust turns into panic as you feel yourself taking more of his length.
>Each inch was torture as it slides down your throat.
>Trixter places his hoof on her neck to feel the bulge that's caused by his magnificent cock.
>You can barely get half of it in before you have to pull out.
>All the while, your teeth lightly scrapes against his proud phallus.
>Trixter loves it.
>"Nnn...oh! Oh yes! Go slow, Trixter don't want this to end so soon."
>When your teeth reaches the tip, you take him into your awaiting throat.
>This time taking another inch.
>"I like the way it tightens around my cock. I bet a slut like you love choking on this pony prick."
>Oh god, his flared head is scraping your oesophagus when you pull off.
>You pull yourself up to take in a deep breath.
>Trixter's plans differ from yours.
>His hooves hold your head in place, pushing his thick dick even deeper in your tight throat, attempting to hear you gag and choke.
>To make things worse, he's pushing your face closer to his crotch.
>You look up at him with pleading eyes.
>His cheeky smirk tells you exactly what he wants.
>"Oh, you think this would be easy?"
>Another inch slides down your throat.
>"You forget that this is supposed to be your punishment."
 
>Your throat clenches around his organ in an attempt to stop him.
>This fruitless attempt only causes your tormentor to moan.
>He finishes pushing all 8 inches of his salty, leather prick down your throat.
>A few globs of pre-cum splatters in your throat.
>"Damn! Your throat massage feels wonderful."
>As a reflex, your throat begins to clench and relax as if you're swallowing food.
>You feel a bit more liquid spurt from his length and slide down your digestive tract.
>Air is on short supply.
>Your lungs burn from the lack of air.
>Tears cascade down your face.
"It...it burns!" you think to yourself.
>Trixter's thick equine tool is blocking your air passageway.
'I-I'm going to die.'
>Who would have thought you'd die via suffocation from equine dong.
>Your face pales, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.
>Tears continue to flow from your eyes.
>All you can think in your mind is "sorry".
>The magician tactician sees your sorry state.
>With delicate care, he quickly, but carefully, removes his dick from your throat.
>Your body flops to the floor as it tries to recover.
>Breathe and cough up spit from your choking torture.
>Your hands wrap around your neck.
>Rub your throat to ease the pain.
>"Now now, we can't have you die on me. I think you had enough. We're even. Now take your panties and get out of my room!"
>You finally manage to stop coughing.
>You heave and shake.
>Lock eyes with Trixter.
>Now you're pissed.
"You...BASTARD!"
>Make a mad dash for the cocky pony.
"Forget apologizing, I'm going to rip your ass a new o-"
>You throw a punch.
>"Halt!"
 
>Your body seizes up.
>Your fist is only an inch from his muzzle.
>"I was going to let you off. But it seems that you need a...firmer punishment."
>His horn shimmers a deep shade of pink.
>In that moment, your  clothes poofs into nothingness.
>A light breeze flows through your moist crotch.
>Clear liquid rolls down your inner thigh.
>You shiver from both the cold and embarrassment.
>You want to cover up, but impossible to move with this command set upon you.
>"Now on your hands and knees. Show Trixter what you're working with."
"N-No..."
>You try with all your might, but the collar's magic hold is stronger than you.
>Turn around and drop to your hands and knees like the obedient dog you are.
>"Just as I thought...wetter than a whorse in heat. You got off choking on my cock."
"I didn't. It's..."
>"Don't lie to me, you slut. You wanted my cock before."
>Hear his hoofsteps make clopping noise as he walks by you.
>You catch a glimpse of his bobbing member still slick with your saliva.
>His hoof rubs your cheek then pets your head like you were his pet.
>"Enough to basically rape me!"
>He slams your face into the ground.
>His hoof grinds against your scalp as your hair is ruffled into a hot mess.
>This is actually hurting.
>The pain...you didn't want this pain.
"Stop! You're hurting me!"
>"Why should I show you mercy when you never did."
>You try to lift up, but his hoof holds you still.
>"I said sorry. Many times! And yet, you never let up."
>You hear a shimmer of magic and a rustling of items.
 
>He lifts his hoof and chuckles to himself.
>"I think this do nicely to teach you how to treat others with respect."
>You lift yourself up back onto your hands, but no further due to his command.
>An item drops in front of you.
>Your eyes constrict.
>In Trixter's magic grip was a leather whip.
>You gasp and turn your head towards Trixter giving you an evil grin.
"P-Please...don't do this."
>He cracks his whip a few times in front of your face.
>Your body tenses up just thinking about what he would do to you.
"Trixter! I'm sorry for everything."
>He says nothing and raises his punishing tool into the air.
"Please. No. I'm sorry!"
>"You had you chance."
>He swiftly swings his leather whip downward.
"I'm sorr-"
>A loud crack echoes through his room.
>One lash right across your back.
>The sting was unbearable.
"AughRaaaah!!!!!!!! AAH!!!"
>You toss your head back, releasing yelps of pain from your first strike.
>"Ya like that?!"
>He strikes again across your shoulder blades.
>Of course, you cry out for mercy.
"I'm sorry! Please stop, Trixter."
>Your arms almost give out.
>It shivers as you keep then from buckling.
>"Stop?"
>You look up with begging eyes.
>He only smirks at you.
>"We're only just getting started, my dear."
 
>For the next 5 minutes, he whips you.
>Over and over again.
>He never lets up.
>You scream to the heavens, hoping it would dull the pain.
>Your writhing in agony is getting him off.
>All you do is apologize profusely in hopes he would cease.
>But he continues without letting up.
>You are sure your back will be red with welts.
>Your arms give out and fall to your face.
>The pain is too much to bear.
>And you feel as if you have to go.
>You want this to be over. You have learned your lesson.
"Trixter. Please. I'm..."
>You are practically sobbing at this point.
"Stop...just make it stop."
>Your voice is weak, wavering with every hit from his whip.
>You're slowly losing consciousness.
"Please..."
>He hits you right above your ass, hitting a nerve that causes your bladder muscles to loosen.
>And you begin to relieve yourself all over his bedroom floor.
>You are sure he's watching on in disgust.
>But you can't help it.
>You had to let it all out, both your shrill cries and the contents of your bladder.
 
>Your flow eventually trickles to a stop.
>A puddle of golden liquid sits underneath you.
"Sorry. I'm sorr... I'm...ry. I'm sorry."
>You speak in a low, monotone voice.
>"Disgusting woman."
>All you hear is another ringing of magic.
>You don't know what happened.
>But you still lie there with your ass in the air.
>"But this was satisfying. See you in such a sorry state."
>He moves behind you.
>His hooves are placed on your bum.
>"But I still haven't gotten off."
>He prods around for a while.
>He misses his mark a couple of times.
>You decide to help him and reach back.
>Grab his heated phallus and help guide him inside your hot fuck hole.
"Trixter..."
>His tip pushes against your slit, vying for entry.
>He pushes in, only the tip entering inside.
"Fuck me." you moan aloud. "Fuck me and fill me up."
>You feel broken...no. You are broken.
>Trixter smiles.
>"You slut. I'll give you what you want."
>He bucks his hips and quickly shoves all of his thick prick inside of you.
...
>That is the point where your life has changed...
>For the better.
 
>Three months have past since that incident.
>You're downstairs, fixing Trixter and yourself dinner: an omelet filled with various vegetables.
>The various spices and aromas grabs the magician's attention, drawing him into the kitchen.
>His hoof steps catches your attention.
>"Smells delicious."
"Don't worry, they are almost done."
>He takes his seat at the table, glancing over towards you as you sway your hips to-and-fro.
"Aaand, done!"
>You approach with your culinary work, placing the delicious food before Trixter and another in front of your seat.
>Trixter takes his fork in his magic aura and begins to dig in.
>On his first bite, his eyes lights up.
>"You have outdone yourself, Femmy."
>His praise causes you to blush in embarrassment.
"It's nothing. I just wanted to try something new."
>You both enjoyed your meal, having idle chit chat between bites.
>It wasn't long before you both finished.
>"Well it's pretty tasty...but Trixter could do better."
>You growl under your breath, quickly moving behind him and pinching his cheeks.
>"Ow! Owowowow!"
"Yeah? last I remembered, you almost burned down the kitchen."
>That didn't last long, since you soon wrapped your arms around his miniature equine body.
"Say...Trixter."
>Your roommate looks up towards you with a smile.
>"Yes, Anon?"
>You smile, giving the stallion a peck on his forehead.
"Want to...have a bit of after-dinner fun?"
>You rub his stomach in tiny circles, slowly moving them south before grabbing hold of his sheath.
>His pony pecker begins to rise, hardening under your delicate touch.
>You giggle in his ear, his quiet moans spurring you on.
"So?"
>Trixter backs away, leaning back onto his forehooves while looking at your hand working his member.
>A sly smirk appears on his face.
>"Suck it."
>The collar around your neck gains a dark pink aura.
>His command probing your mind, making your mouth water for a different kind of meat.
>Your cock-hungry stare hones in on his shaft.
>Holding your head above his shaft, you drool all over it
>His pole glistens with your spittle.
"Yes...Master Trixter."
>You close your eyes.
'I'm yours.'