>"Anonymous! ANONYMOUS! Open uuuuuup! Trixie requires your help immediately!"
    >The pummeling of your death stirs you from your peaceful-
    >Let's be honest. You weren't doing shit.
    >Getting from the comfort of your lazypone chair, you gangsta lean over to your front door.
    >"HURRY UP! OPEN THE DOOOOOOR!"
    >BANG BANG BANG BANG.
    "Hold your fucking horses woman!"
    >Badum-tsssh.
    >You open the door, to find a distraught Trixie Lulamoon with her trademark hat covering her midsection.
    >You cock an eyebrow-
    >(cock. get it? hurr hurr)
    >At her odd behavior, as she bolts into your house.
    >Shutting the door, and turning to the frantic pony you fold your hands behind your head.
    "Okay. What's up?"
    >She paces your floor, her hat wobbling up, and down.
    >"Make no mistake Anonymous, Trixie is just requesting your help. She doesn't need it! She's allowing you the honor of assisting her in this..."matter"!"
    >You watch her with an unamused expression.
    "Okay. So what do you need help with?"
    >"Trixie doesn't need-!"
    "Get to the fucking point! I don't have all day!"
    >She grumbles.
    >"Trixie was working on some new magic for one of her shows, and..uhm.."
    "Go on..."
    >She bites her bottom lip.
    >"Promise you won't laugh."
    "Nope."
    >"Trixie is serious!"
    "Tough titties. Out with it."
    >She throws her hooves into the air.
    >"Fine! Trixie has no time for your immature semantics!"
    >She removes her hat.
    >Under the hat was something you were not expecting.
    >Trixie, who you believed to be a mare, now possess one of the biggest horse dangalangs you've ever seen.
    >She whimpers a little, as a droplet of precum oozes from the tip of her throbbing, veiny girth.
    "Pffft.."
    >"Don't you dare!"
    >You stifle your laughter, with a hand to your mouth.
    "W-what do you want me to do?"
    >Trixie wrings her hat in her hooves.
    >"W-well..in order to get back to normal..Trixie needs you to make her c-climax."
    >Your laughter is gone.
    "Come again?"
    >She fidgets.
    >"You don't have to let Trixie put it inside you!"
        >You give the magician pony an incredulous look.
>She returns with a hopeful gaze.
>Does she really think you'd actually touch a dick?
"Are you serious?"
>"Please Anonymous. Just...just do what you do to yours."
"That's out of the question."
>"What is wrong? Trixie is still a mare, the same mare you fell for."
"With a dick. You know better than anyone I don't do that kind of thing."
>Trixie groans in frustration.
>"Really? REALLY!? You are unbelievable! Not even helping Trixie in her time of need."
>You stand firm.
>There is no way you're touching a dick that doesn't belong to you.
"No Trixie. I am not doin- OOMPH!"
>A flying pillow to the face cuts you off.
>You remove the offending object from your field of view to stare at your marefriend.
>Trixie's cheeks are puffed out and tears pool under her eyes.
>"Buck you! I thought that my special somepony would actually care to help me in my time of need."
>She puts on her wizard hat and growls under her breath.
"Wait, hold on a minute."
>You walk over to her and try to place your hand on her withers, only to have it slapped away.
>"Leave Trixie be! You don't...love me."
>Her voice quakes as tears fall from her eyes.
>Before you could say a word, she gallops out of your home in a hurry, not even bothering to hide her throbbing erection.
>You stand at your wide open door and watch Trixie run off.
>'You don't...love me.'
>Those words replay in your mind.
>As much as she acts all pompous, you do love her.
>But for her to go and say that, it pains you.
>Its just that you weren't comfortable with touching another being's dick, even if it belonged to Trixie.
>You sigh.
>Maybe you were wrong not to help her in some way.
>She was desperate to reverse that spell.
>Not to mention seeing her bashful side is a rare sight to behold.
>No, you won't let things end like this.
>You are going to make things right, even if there's yelling involved.
>It took some time, but you manage to find Trixie's wagon out on the outskirts of Ponyville.
>It's amazing that she found a larger wagon for herself.
>You stand outside for a while, trying to figure out exactly what to say to her.
>But after some time, you decide that the direct approach is the best.
>Just go in there, apologize, and just help her out with a tuggy.
>A few deep breaths and mental preparation later, you make your way towards the door.
>Right as you get ready to knock on the entrance to her gypsy wagon, you make out the sound of annoyed grunts and muttered curses coming from inside.
>"Darn it...stupid hooves. How do stallions get off anyway?"
>That was definitely Trixie.
>You press your ear against the door.
>Soft sniffles, whimpers, and groans assault your ears.
"Is she...crying?"
>You whisper.
>"Stupid Anon. Trixie doesn't need him. Trixie doesn't need anypony."
>Her voice is more somber than anger.
>It is breaking your heart.
>You can't take it anymore.
>Just hearing her cry because of you is too much to bear.
>No more.
>Inside is a mare needs you to relieve her stress.
>'You don't...love me.'
"You're wrong, Trixie."
>You clench your teeth and put your hand on the handle.
"That's not true."
>You pull on the door handle, flinging the door open.
>Inside you see her.
>Trixie is busy attempting to calm her raging hormones through rubbing her hooves up and down her turgid length.
>When the door hits the wall, it snaps her out of her frustrated work, and she looks up at you.
>Her mortified gaze locks to yours.
>"A-A...A-Anonymous?!"
>Her cheeks flare in embarrassment, turning her blue cheeks rosy red.
"Listen, about earlie-"
>Her magic wand whiffs past your head.
>"Out, Out, OUT!"
>She starts throwing more objects withing her reach at you.
"Trixie stop!"
>You duck outside, barely getting hit by her heavy magical trinkets.
>"Why should I, you jerk?!"
"Damn it Trixie, I just want to help you out!"
>"Liar!">More objects fly through the open doorway, growing larger by the second.
>Wait...was that a cow?
>It moos at you and rushes off towards Sweet Apple Acres.
>You are getting worried now.
>"Listen! If I was lying, then why would I be standing here at your door right now?!"
>You hope that she heard you through her tantrum.
>If almost like a miracle, the torrent of thrown object cease.
>You let out an exasperated sigh.
>"...Trixie guesses you're right."
>She sniffs.
"I am..."
>You step around the corner and walk inside, crawling over towards her since the place is a bit small for you to stand up.
>Trixie sits on her haunches with her large, throbbing horse dong standing proudly.
"And I'm sorry."
>She wipes her hoof across her muzzle and quickly puts on her usual bravado mask.
>"R-Right. Of course you are. Trixie is never in the wrong."
>She lifts her nose haughtily and runs a hoof through her mane, flipping it with flair.
>Now that's the Trixie you know and love.
>"Trixie accepts your apology. You're lucky that Trixie is so Great and Accepting."
>You smile and sit beside the boastful pony.
"Yes Trixie."
>"Indeed."
>You both fall silent, neither of you saying a word to the other.
>You cough and look over at her painful erection, throbbing with every heartbeat of the mare and dripping pre down her pole.
>Even though she's not showing it, you know that she's having trouble dealing with this.
"So...I saw you having difficulty with your...problem."
>"What of it?"
>She avoids eye contact, but you are sure she's blushing.
"Need any help?"
>"I thought you don't touch dicks that don't belong to yo-EEP!"
>You silence her with a firm grip to her tool.
>It's way thicker than you imagined.
>"Anonymous, what are you doing?"
"Helping you of course."
>You move behind her and let her rest against your stomach.
>She peers up at you with her violet eyes in shock.
>"You...you don't have to..."
>Her pony frame shivers against you as your hand slides along her pre-slicked length.
>This is the first time you've every touched a pony's penis.
>It is hotter than your own, and thicker than your wrist.
>Your hand can barely fit around it's immense girth.
>Its a good thing she said you didn't have to take it yourself, or you'll have to explain to the doctor why you have a ruptured anus.
>But even if you are helping her, it doesn't mean you can't make this as pleasurable as you could.
>Your hand grips a hair tighter mid stroke.
>Trixie moans quietly as she keeps her eyes on your handiwork.
>"Oh Celestia...this feels way better than my hooves."
>You take care to stroke her into a blissful state, leaving no spot unloved with your caress.
>But one hand won't be enough.
>You reach around her waist, slipping your other hand between her hind legs.
>You slouch against the wall, forcing Trixie's to lie on your chest.
>"Whoa! What are you doing?"
>To your surprise, you find that she does in fact have her lovely nether lips right where they should be.
"Just making sure you enjoy this to the fullest.
>As you toy with her puffy pussy lips, Trixie looks up with timid eyes.
>Her blush spreads across her muzzle as a weak squeak escapes her mouth.
"Me thinks a pony like this a bit too much."
>"S-Shut up. It's not like I'm enjoying this. This is just to get rid of...oh yes!"
>She throws her head back.
>Her forelegs wrap around your neck as her hips undulate in time with your strokes.
>Her throbbing cock dribbles out streams of pre across her stomach, matting her fur with her sticky mess.
>You could even feel her pussy drool its own secretions onto your fingers and pants.
>The inside of the wagon fills with the scent of her thick musk.
>You feel your mind slowly grow hazy with each passing second.
>Despite you trying to help her through this dilemma, you find yourself becoming aroused yourself.
>You try to ignore it, but she notices the thick bulge hitting her rump.
>"T-Trixie thinks you need help too."
>You try to voice your concern, but Trixie insists on letting her return the favor.
>Her horn flares in it's usual pink aura.
>In moments, your pants are unbuckled and slide down to your ankles.
>With some awkward maneuvering, you find yourself staring at Trixie's winking horse pussy drooling thick streams of marecum onto your shirt.
>You're may have to toss it out after this, and Rarity will be a bit furious about it.
>She gazes at the cock that keeps her company many a nights while she's not on her magic tour.
>"Trixie loves this..."
>She leans down and places a kiss on your blood-engorged tip.
>You groan and reach up to grip her soft tush in your hands, digging your fingers into her flesh.
>She eventually got over the strange feeling after a month of being together, which is good for you.
>It helps that she loves what your fingers can do that hooves can't; Fingers you will use with impunity.
>A firm squeeze forces her gasp as her male appendage twitches and splatters her liquid ardor all over your legs.
>"You really know how to push all of Trixie buttons."
>You give her ass a firm slap, earning you a nice splash of her thick juices to your face.
>Her scent smothers you.
>It's hard to breath.
>You can't hold back any longer and force your face right into her pony muff.
>You lick, suck, and nibble lightly at her sensitive flesh.
>Trixie whinnies loudly, backing her rear against your face until she pins your head against the wall.
>"Buck! You may be a jerk sometimes, but Trixie loves you, and that talented silver tongue of yours."
>She wastes no time and takes your member deep into her maw.
>She takes it all the way to the base, teasing your cock with her flat tongue.
>Tiny sparks of pleasure shoot through your spine, lighting up the intense flame of passion in your core.
>You growl and work her juicy pussy with just as much enthusiasm she gives you while your hands reach around and firmly grasp her tool.
>You haven't forgotten the reason why you're here.
>Trixie moans loudly, all the while slurping at your cock with wild abandon.
>She widens her stance to give you a good angle at her pleasurable affliction.
>You give both of her sexes a workout.
>Licking and sucking at her clit while stroking her cock faster and faster, making sure to tease her flared tip every chance you could.
>Her hips buck against your hands and face to maximize her own pleasure.
>You knew Trixie to be a greedy mare, always wanting her before you get yours, but you don't care much for that.
>Even if she has a dick, she is still the Trixie you fell head over heels for.
>A strange thought, but in a world full of magical talking ponies and monsters, nothing is strange.
>You are roused from your inner thoughts as Trixie's backside trembles against your face.
>She is close to cumming.
>You know her too well.
>Forcing her forward with your head alone, you give her pussy a tender lick and coo at the cock-sucking mare.
"You're going to cum for me, babe?"
>You smirk with her girl cream matted against your face.
>You grip her cum factories with your left hand as your right picks up the pace along her pre-lubed shaft.
>Trixie stops her own ministrations and gasps from both the lack of air and the intense pleasure, which robs her front limbs of all its strength.
>"Oh Celestia, YES!"
>You smirk.
>Seeing Trixie like this is the best part about sexing her to oblivion.
>One of the many sides she hides from the public eye.
>And it's all for you.
"You want to cum that badly?!"
>"A-Anon...don't I can't..."
>You give her gonads a firm squeeze, eliciting another whinny from the once boastful mare.
"Beg for it."
>"P-Please...let the Lustful and Submissive Trixie...c-cum! Tri-Trixie begs you. Let this mare have her sweet release."
>Just the words you wanted to hear her say.
>You ease up on her balls and massage them lightly.
>It time to give her the release she seeks.
"Go...cum for me, Trixie."
>Trixie tosses her head backwards and arches her back.
>"Ah! Aaaaaah! AAAAAH!"
>She cries out, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth like a dog in the sweltering heat thirsty for water.
>Her eyes roll upward while her hoof stomps against the ground.
>You feel her balls tighten in your palms and contract against her body.
>You look around her plush bottom and get a good look at her fully flared cock as thick streams of alabaster cream spurts from her thick tool, forming a nice puddle of white on her wooden floor.
>You are amazed at how much she can release, and that is only the first wave.
>She lets out the loudest cry of bliss as her balls empty out its contents all over the floor.
>Over and over, you feel her cock twitch and her balls churn as she forces out thick spurts.
>And imagine if she filled you up with not only her tool...but her load as well.
>No, you shouldn't think like that, you aren't into things like that.
>This was to help her with her problem, but the thought is slightly enticing to say the least.
>But her cock wasn't the only thing that showed it's gratitude to your caresses.
>You get a nice, fresh coating of girlcum from her feminine sex.
>It doesn't bother you much, but her scent is really driving you into a deep rut.
>"Ah...oh by Luna's moon..."
>Trixie sighed contently as the last of her cum leaves her cock.
>She could barely stand up anymore.
>You help her off her hooves and lie her down.
>With her impressive climax over, Trixie finally passes out, getting her well deserved rest.
>You stare at the mess on the floor then back at Trixie.
>You take notice that her cock has vanished, leaving her de-futatized.
>Even though you're happy for her, you still have your own lust to deal with.
>It doesn't take much to get you off.
>Just think about what transpired and a few tugs gets you to add your own cum to Trixie's large offering.
>The whole experience leaves you drained and with a slight headache with Trixie firmly pinning your head against the wall.
"...worth it."
>You sigh and look over at the sleeping pony.
>With a smile of relief, you crawl over and lie with her, wrapping your arms around her body.
"Sleep well, Trixie."
>She rolls over to face you, snuggling into your moist shirt.
>"Trixie... loves you...Anonymous."
>You smile and kiss her on her forehead, pulling her closer.
"I love you, too, Trixie