“You need anything from in the vardo?” Starlight Glimmer asked, stepping away from the campfire.

“The whozitwhatnow?” Trixie confusedly retorted, shooting her friend a confused look, from atop the log on which she was sitting.

“The wagon, Trixie. Do you need anything from the wagon…” Starlight countered, her voice going flat. The fact that her friend was unaware of the technical name of her mobile home shouldn’t have come as a surprise, yet it did. Letting herself inside, the heliotrope unicorn moved towards her saddle bags.

It was their first night on the road, and both ponies were in high spirits. Trixie, the traveling “great and powerful” magician, a self proclaimed title, had been asked to perform in Somnambula, several days’ to the south. Fortunately, she wasn’t going to have to make the journey herself. Her friend, Starlight Glimmer, had offered to be her traveling companion.

Their friendship was...interesting. Both mares had, at one point or another, done some rather questionable things. Trixie was, in many ponies’ eyes, a bit of a boastful troublemaker, having caused upsets in Ponyville on several occasions. Her sordid history, however, paled in comparison to Starlight Glimmer’s.

Starlight had, several years prior, formed a cult, systematically removed cutie marks from ponies, confronted the elements of harmony, and created a paradoxical time loop which could have destroyed Equestria as we know it. Fortunately, Twilight Sparkle had successfully stopped her, going so far as to befriend the cunning and exceptionally potent unicorn.

As odd as it may sound, the two mares eventually met one another, and actually hit it off. Nopony could say exactly why they meshed so well, what with their strikingly different personalities, magical skill levels, and accomplishments, yet they’d grown close all the same. Why, the two of them had even rescued the Princesses from Queen Chrysalis, an event resulting in the reformation of an overwhelming majority of the changeling’s hive.

Sure, they got on each other’s nerves every so often, but friends do that sometimes. Recently, after having witnessed one of her shows, a stallion named Hoo’Far had invited Trixie and Starlight to put on a show, having praised them for their teamwork. Thus, the duo were on their way to perform in the far off southern lands of Saddle Arabia.

Making her way into the wagon, Starlight rummaged about. Trixie’s home was, in a word, cramped. Boxes of illusionary trinkets, trick cards, and various tools of misdirection lay scattered about the interior, along with their belongings and two hammocks. Her friend’s cape hung to the side, drying after their unfortunate river mishap. Honestly, she wasn’t sure how the traveling magician could comfortably live in the space, yet now it was having to house two mares.

Digging in her saddle bag, Starlight retrieved two mugs and some hot cocoa mix. The night wasn’t cold, but it was just cool enough to warrant a chocolaty beverage. Turning around, and attempting to escape, her rump upended a crate of fireworks; fortunately, she was able to magically catch it, before it made a royal mess of things.

“I’ve gotta say, I’m surprised more of your stuff doesn’t work itself loose, while you’re on the road,” Starlight chuckled, trotting back outside.

“Well it does, sometimes. Thankfully I’ve gotten pretty good at storing everything,” Trixie replied.

“Yeah, but what about the bigger stuff. You know, like the disappearing trunk and your canon,” Starlight pressed, filling the mugs from a flask of water.

“I do have a way with making things fit. Honestly, after you start pulling off a sleight of hoof trick almost all the time, it gets pretty easy,” Trixie triumphantly proclaimed.

“I’m sorry?” Starlight retorted, as she sorcerously warmed their cocoa. For a moment, just a split second, a look of concern crossed the blue unicorn’s face. “You don’t have to tell me. I’m just curious, that all,” she added not wanting to sour the mood.

“No. No, it’s just…” Trixie sighed, deflating slightly.

“Just what?” Starlight inquired, setting their cups down. Something was eating at her friend, although she couldn’t figure out what. She’d known Trixie for quite a while, having gone on a number of adventures together with her, so the fact that her companion harbored some secret was tantalizing, to say the least.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise you’ll never breath of this to anypony” Trixie sighed. Starlight was her best friend, and she’d heard all about how friends shouldn’t keep secrets from each other; at least, that’s what Twilight, the elements, and most of Ponyville kept preaching.

“Trixie, as your friend and assistant, of course I promise,” Starlight consolingly responded, holding a hoof to her chest. Sure, she may have done some dubious stuff in the past, before meeting Twilight, but she wouldn’t betray a friend.

“Alright,” Trixie relented. Remaining seated, she looked around, ensuring that nopony else was lurking about. After a second, content that they weren’t being spied upon, she reached up and gently grabbed the hem of her hat. Lifting it off, with one hoof, she reclined slightly, before setting the covering over her groin.

Taking a deep breath, and waving her free hoof about, she concentrated. Even though she practiced this ritual every night, ever since she was a filly, she’d never done it for an audience before. Thrusting her forelegs to the heavens, and removing the hat from her loin, she sheepishly looked up to her friend.

“Ta da,” she bashfully announced. As if the moment wasn’t already embarrassing enough, Starlight wore an expression of abject shock. “Oh come on, it’s not that small, is it?” she huffed, crossing her forearms over her chest.

In all of Starlight Glimmer’s years, she’d never seen anything like this before. Somehow, for some inexplicable reason, Trixie had a cock and pair of testes. The dark blue length, an off shade to the magician’s coat, hung between her thighs, just over two weighty nuts. Her eyes darted between Trixie’s face and her equipment, unsure of how to process what she was seeing.

“That’s fake, right?” Starlight inquired, taking a step closer to inspect the offending package.

“Fake? Why would it be fake? If it was fake, why would I have to keep it hidden all the time?” Trixie huffed, petulantly turning her head.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Starlight said, pinching her brow. Concentrating, she replayed the act, analyzing it for any sort of actual magic. Honestly, she’d been so thrown off by the last minute, that she was having a hard time concentrating.

“Ugh. Is it that surprising? I mean, come on, it’s not like other mare’s do the same thing,” Trixie groaned, exaggeratedly rolling her eyes.

“I...what?” Starlight blurted, even more confused than before. “You don’t think I can just ‘POOF’ a piece of stallionhood on or off myself, do you?” she continued.

“Of course not! It doesn’t just ‘POOF’ on or off, it’s there the whole time; just, you know, kinda hidden,” Trixie explained. To be sure, Starlight wasn’t that daft, was she?

“Hold on. Trixie, do you think all mares walk around with something like that?” Starlight asked.

“Well, some of them do. Why wouldn’t they? Mom told me that most mares just kept it hidden, because it was proper,” Trixie said, sitting up a bit. Something about Starlight’s tone wasn’t sitting right, and it was beginning to make her anxious.

Starlight’s jaw worked silently, while she attempted to formulate a reply. Desperately, her mind grappled with the information she’d just been fed. First of all, her friend had a stallionhood and pair of nuts. Secondly, Trixie assumed it was “normal” for mares to have the aforementioned equipment. Thirdly, and most confoundingly, the magician was somehow able to conceal the thing without the use of conventional magic.

As far as Starlight knew, Trixie’s abilities with sorcery were virtually nonexistent. Why, she’d painstakingly taught her comrade a few very basic spells, although it had been quite a trial. Granted, she hadn’t been paying particularly close attention to Trixie’s horn, before or after the “reveal”, so she not have seen any exertion of magical force.

“Trixie,” Starlight said, looking up to her friend, “can you do that again?” Much like many mysteries in life, this one was multilayered. After attempting to rule out if the illusionist was using unicorn sorcery or not, she’d continue on to the next steps of her investigation. But for now, her undivided attention was focussed on her friend.

“It’s actually one of the first tricks I ever learned,” Trixie smugly stated, concealing her tool with her hat. With a wave of her hoof, she moved her cap, revealing the dong’s absence. To hammer the point home, she disappeared and reappeared the appendage several times, displaying the ease with which she could accomplish the act.

Watching carefully, Starlight noticed two very interesting things. The first of which was that, no, Trixie wasn’t using any sort of unicorn magic; her horn had lie dormant the entire time. The second observation was just as interesting. When the stallionhood and testes disappeared, there was nothing left; only a smooth mound of featureless flesh and fur. No marehood, no discernible orifice, nothing.

“Trixie, when it’s gone, how do you use the bathroom?” Starlight questioned, rubbing her chin.

“I go to the little fillies room, reappear my junk, and just go. Duh!” Trixie shot back, with an incredulous look.

“And have you ever compared your - cough - junk to any other mare’s?” Starlight continued, determined to get to the bottom of the situation.

“Ew, that’d be kinda weird and gross!” Trixie snapped, her lip sneering slightly.

“So you’ve gone your whole life, under the assumption that mares just concealed their equipment then?” Starlight let the question hang, curious to hear what her friend would say.

“Kinda? Mom said some girls have a marehood, while certain special ones, like myself, have a great and powerful marecock. Starlight, really, don’t they teach this stuff in school?” Trixie scoffed, resuming her reclined position.

“N...sure, yeah, let’s go with that…” Starlight answered, content to cease her inquisition, for the time being. Not only had she never seen, nor heard about, a mare wielding a stallion’s equipment, but she could scarcely believe it was real. More alarmingly, how in Tartarus was she hiding it? There’s been no magical use whatsoever, as far as she could tell, so something else was at play. Either Trixie was actually able to use sleight of hoof to hide her equipment, or there was some other force at work. Regardless, further investigation would be needed.

“Sheesh, Starlight, I would have thought you’d know more about this than most, considering how smart you are with magic,” she snickered, absentmindedly vanishing her twig and berries before fetching her cocoa.

“Yeah, you got me. Guess the Great and Powerful Trixie showed me a thing or two,” Glimmer weakly chuckled, forcing a smile. As badly as she wanted to press the topic, she knew better. If too much force was applied, there was a decent chance that Trixie would clam up, so she’d bide her time.

Now, it was possible that Trixie was just woefully ignorant to how peculiar the situation was. For starters, Starlight had no idea what, if any, formal education her friend had; add to that the nomadic and virtually non-existent social life the magician had, and she may honestly believe mares with cocks weren’t uncommon. Regardless, the situation was a perplexing one.

“Well, so you know, I’m not gonna hold it against you, Buddy!” Trixie announced, saluting her fellow unicorn, with her mug. Yeah, this had been a good start to their little trip, and she’d even managed to surprise her friend with a simple parlor trick.

After that, the two sat in relative silence, enjoying their cocoa and listening to the comforting sounds of evening wildlife. As the sun disappeared behind the horizon, Trixie stifled a yawn. They’d been taking turns hauling the wagon all day, so each of them were equally tired. It wasn’t that physically taxing, although they were both left weary from the day.

“Alright, the great and powerful Trixie is going to get some shuteye,” Trixie announced, getting to her hooves. Trotting towards the vardo, as Starlight had called it, she handed her empty mug to her friend.

“I’ll get these cleaned up,” Starlight said. Levitating the two mugs, she unseated herself. Trotting off, towards a small stream near their camp, she was left to plot her course of action. One way or another, she was going to figure out exactly what was going on.

As Starlight scoured the cups, in the cool water of the brook, a plan began to formulate. Over the following days, she’d carefully probe Trixie about the matter, albeit in a non-invasive fashion; a question here, a subtle suggestion there, until she was able to puzzle everything out. For all intents and purposes, the dong may have been fake, a simple sex toy, used to fool with her friends. Either way, the situation was a puzzle to be solved, one which Starlight fully planned on addressing.

Trotting back to the wagon, Starlight slowed, as she detected a peculiar noise. It almost sounded like heavy machinery, or a sleeping Ursa Major. Setting the mugs beside the fire, she approached the wheeled home, drawn closer by the mysterious sound. Preparing a number of offensive and defensive spells, she peeked within the wagon, unsure of what she would find. Fortunately, the racket was coming from her friend, snoring loudly, while she dozed within her hammock.

Lying on her back, the blue unicorn vociferously snoozed, oblivious to the world around her. Interestingly enough, her hat was still atop her head. Considering Trixie almost always had it on, as far as Starlight could remember, she shouldn’t have been too surprised; although, it did give her an idea. Carefully lifting the garment from her friend’s noggin, taking care not to disturb her slumber, she hovered it to herself.

Holding it aloft, Starlight gave it a thorough inspection, even going so far as to turn the accessory inside-out. As far as she could tell, it was just a regular magician’s hat, replete with two hidden pockets. If there was some trick to making a cock or, for that matter, a dildo disappear and reappear, she was missing it. Knitting her brow, she floated the item over Trixie’s groin. Setting it on her nethers, she waved one hoof, before lifting it away.

Lo and behold, as the hat was lifted, Trixie’s package inexplicably revealed itself. Be darned if she could explain it, considering the simple wave of a hat could evoke such a thing, yet there it was. Experimentally, she repeated the trick several times, with the same effect. There, not there; nothing, fully equipped stallionhood. Gingerly setting the accessory atop her companion’s head, Starlight took a step closer.

If there was a seam between the girthy stallionhood, as well as the pair of pendulous balls, and Trixie’s groin, Starlight sure as heck couldn’t see it. The subtle darkening in her skin tone was also expertly executed, if it were a fake; shifting from a light blue to a much darker shade, on the tool itself. Still, further examination would be required, if it were an actual appendage.

Drawing nearer, Starlight slowly moved her hoof above the equipment. Sadly, as delicate as her frog was, she was unable to detect any body heat from the stupid thing. Scrunching her snout in consternation, she inched closer. If her hoof wouldn’t do the job, lacking the sensitivity required, there were other options.

Glancing up, to ensure Trixie was still asleep, Starlight leaned in close. One thing was for sure, it sure smelled like an actual stallionhood; musky and earthy, most likely due to having walked and/or pulled the wagon for large spans of the day. Besides the scent, there was a very real warmth to the thing, easily detectable with the sensitive skin on her snout. If it was fake, it was the most convincing one she’d ever seen.

Now, Starlight was no degenerate, but she was a healthy young mare. Like it or not, being so close to a perfectly presented piece of stallionhood, and breathing in its pheromone laced aroma, was starting to have an effect. Her marehood clenched, causing her to look towards her posterior in frustration. Snorting in annoyance, she returned her attention to the picturesque organ.

A fat, pronounced vein serpentined along one side, from the thing’s trunk-like base to its blunt tip. The medial ring, thick and girthy, sat roughly two-thirds of the way down the shaft. By far, the most interesting feature of Trixie’s tool just so happened to be the head of her cock. The tip, broad and flat, almost had a heart-like shape to it. Starlight had never seen anything quite like it, which only lent more weight to her curiosity.

Snaking her head nearer, leaving her muzzle a scant inch from her friend’s equipment, she nervously looked up again. If it looked real, and smelled real, the only last thing would be to check if it tasted real; at least, that’s what she told herself. In truth, she was getting a little worked up, what with the overt fixation on Trixie’s mysterious package, though she was reluctant to admit it. Slowly, her tongue crept out, encroaching on the vascular appendage.

With glacial speed, Starlight licked the battering ram-like head of the cock before her. A salty, almost umami flavor danced over her taste buds. It wasn’t unlike a stallions, although she thought it was a bit more sophisticated, less harsh, than a male’s. A second lick followed, followed by a third and a fourth, before she found her lips creeping over its rimmed tip. Her snatch, now virtually drooling and engorged, clearly wasn’t having a problem with her course of action.

“Mmmmph...Starlight?” a voice called out, from above.

Starlight froze, the first inch or so of dick in her maw, while she looked up. Trixie, still looking rather sleepy, and more than a little confused, looked down at her. The jig was up, she’d been caught with her hoof in the cookie jar; or, more appropriately, her friend’s prick in her gob. Rearing her head back, and leaving the saliva slickened bit of dong to dislodge from her lips, she locked eyes with her friend.

“I can explain!” Starlight blurted, breaking into a cold sweat. She’d let her own lustful urges get the better of her, that’s all there was to it. What was supposed to be an investigation had devolved into some lustful somnambular excursion of depravity!

“Oh I see. I didn’t know you swung that way, Starlight,” Trixie chuckled, shooting her friend a wink.

“I...wha…Swing?” Starlight ineffectually sputtered, her eyes drifting to the gently swinging prick between the magician’s thighs.

“You know, you like mares,” Trixie clarified, waggling her eyebrows.

“What? No! I’m not gay!” Starlight insisted, whirling around in frustration.

“Says the mare who just had my dick in her mouth,” Trixie added, her tone deadpan.

“I…” Starlight trailed off, her mind struggling to cope with everything which had happened in the last hour. Her best friend had somehow hidden a fully functional penis from her, without the use of magic, she’d been caught mouthing her tool, and now her sexuality was being called into question.

“Starlight, you’re forgetting something,” Trixie called, her tone holding a sensual edge.

Upon hearing her friend, Starlight turned. Trixie, for some Celestia forsaken reason, was still reclined in her hammock, although now she was openly stroking herself. Her hoof caressed her steadily hardening length. As impressive as it was while flaccid, it was even more so while erect. For buck’s sake, it was like watching a magic act, in and of itself.

“I didn’t say you had to stop sucking it…” Trixie cooed, shooting a wink at her buddy.

“You know what, to Tartarus with it. I don’t even care anymore,” Starlight exasperatedly groaned.

Be darned if she could understand why Trixie had a dong, or how she hid it, but it didn’t matter now. It’d been ages since she’d gotten any action, with the last time being just prior to her reformation as a megalomaniacal villain. They were two grown ponies, alone, in a wagon, with nothing better to do, so why not.

With newfound confidence, Starlight trotted up between Trixie’s hind legs. Unceremoniously, she grabbed Trixie’s shaft with one hoof, pumping it gently, while slipping the tip into her mouth. Abandoning her prior stealthy oral, she loudly sucked upon the dark blue tool, leaving streaks of saliva along its silken exterior.

“K...kinda forward, h...huh?” Trixie stammered, thrown off by the aggressive turn of face. While she hadn’t expected to wake up to a blowjob, teasing Starlight about it, she was surprised that her friend chose to vigorously continue her ministrations.

Starlight didn’t answer, content to press the head of Trixie’s shaft into her airway, while fondling her weighty balls. Drawing breath through her nostrils, on the backstrokes, and making sure to keep her throat relaxed, she threw herself into the fellatio. The only frustrating thing about the situation was that her marehood, now leaking fluids down her inner thigh, was left painfully neglected. It didn’t bother her that much though, considering this was just the foreplay.

Trixie’s eyes went wide, as she watched Starlight’s lips stretch around her medial ring. Should the guidance counselor ever lose her job, she may have a promising future in sword swallowing, if nothing else. Still, the situation was a bit jarring. Not only had she awoken to her friend orally servicing her, but Starlight had gone from embarrassed and confused to rather bold and aggressive in the blink of an eye.

Humming around Trixie’s member, Starlight slowly withdrew her head, until the bloated, meaty shaft escaped her mouth. “Now,” she purred, dragging her tongue up its length, “you’re going to plow me.” She punctuated her statement by giving the broad tip of her friend’s cock a kiss, before wheeling around to present herself.

Now facing away from her companion, she wiggled her rump and lifted her tail. Contracting her pelvic muscles, she willed the dark, velvety lips of her marehood to wink. She may not have ever wooed a mare before, but she’d worked her magic on a fair number of stallions. While she couldn’t be sure it was going to work on Trixie, the well hung magician clearly hadn’t minded the blowjob, so the opportunity to sink herself into a mare should have been well received.

“I...I…” Trixie began, her eyes never wavering from Starlight’s succulent entrance. Her tool throbbed, bobbing slightly, in tune with her heartbeat. She was so hard that it nearly hurt, but there was a problem.

“Come on! Does the great and powerful Trixie need an engraved invitation?” Starlight teased. Taking a step back, she nestled her friend’s tool between the cheeks of her rump, before tauntingly lowering her hips.

“I’m a virgin, Starlight,” Trixie blurted, immediately cramming a hoof into her mouth. It was true, in her many years on the road, she’d never gotten the opportunity to do the do. Heck, she’d only gotten close once, with a stallion outside of Manehattan, but he’d run away as soon as he saw her equipment.

“Oh ho? Well then, in that case…” Starlight chuckled, as her horn began to glow with power.

“Starlight, what are you - Ach!” Trixie squawked, while she was levitated from her hammock. Her legs flailed uselessly, and her prick violently swang about, while she was lowered to the clearing between the two hanging beds.

“Quit squirming!” Starlight groused. Shuffling backward, she lay her friend down, supine, on the floor. “Now, if you really don’t want this, just let me know,” she continued, stepping over her Trixie’s torso. “But, from what I’ve heard, I’m a pretty good lay,” she purred, looking back to align herself with the cock beneath her.

Now sensing the heat off Starlight’s marehood, Trixie gulped. It wasn’t that she held her virginity on a pedestal, but she certainly couldn’t have expected to lose it like this. Looking between her partner’s face and the drooling snatch hovering just over her rod, she sheepishly smiled.

“Nervous?” Starlight asked, her expression softening. Trixie nodded, her blush deepening. It wasn’t until that moment that she realized she had the perfect opportunity, one which she wouldn’t let slip through her hooves. “Watch and be amazed, as I make this entire cock disappear,” she sultrily groaned.

Lowering her hips, Starlight felt the tip of Trixie’s rod press against her entrance, yet she was undeterred. Applying more force, and trying to stay relaxed, the head popped into her snatch, but she wasn’t finished yet. Ponderously, she squatted down, engulfing inch after inch of her friend’s meaty cock within her marehood.

Trixie watched in astonishment, as her dick disappear into Starlight’s cunt. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her partner sat upon her loin, after having fully entombed her member. More amazing than the sight, was the sensation. Hot, moist, and satiny, the mare’s canal totally eclipsed the blowjob from a few minutes ago. They hadn’t even started to move, and she was almost overcome with how darn good it felt.

A grin crept across Starlight’s face, while she watched Trixie. Yeah, it was definitely her first time, so she’d be sure to make it a memorable one. Leaning forward, she braced herself on her forelegs, placed on either side of Trixie’s torseo, as she began to gyrate her hips. “You ready, buddy?”

It took Trixie a moment to register the words, but she quickly nodded. Slowly, Starlight’s hips rose, allowing her partner to dislodge a few inches of meat from her puss, before they were slammed back downward. She squeaked, feeling her tool bump against something deep within her friend.

Starlight gnawed her lip, as Trixie’s prick impacted against her cervix. Sweet Celestia, she needed this. She’d had no way of knowing she’d end up getting laid on this trip, especially not with Trixie, but she sure as Tartarus wasn’t going to complain about it. With each pistoning movement, the magician’s medial ring ground against her g-spot, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her frame.

Trixie wasn’t fairing much better. With her length buried in the vice-like confines of Starlight’s cunt, she was having a hard time keeping a clear head. It just so snug and warm, almost like a hug, albeit an exceptionally lewd one. Slowly, the shame and surprise of the situation buckled under the sinful pleasures of the flesh.

“Mmmph - You’re big…” Starlight groaned, while she steadily screwed herself on the magician. Trixie was pretty sizeable, certainly a bit larger than average, but she wasn’t complaining. Up and down, up and down; rhythmically, she bounced herself on the blue unicorn. “You know - Unf - you can jump in any time now…” she grunted, hoping her partner would reciprocate.

“Oh, right, sorry,” Trixie bleated, snapping from her stupor. It couldn’t be that hard to hump somepony, could it? Biting her tongue, she raised her waist, driving herself into her friend. The timing was off, with the thrust having been delivered on one of Starlight’s upstrokes, but she quickly got the hang of it.

In a matter of seconds, their movements became synchronized, with Trixie bucking into Starlight’s downward plunges. The two mares grunted sporadically, each having closed their eyes to savor the carnal act. Boxes of knick-knacks and magical trick items jostled around them, as they became increasingly energetic. There wasn’t much room to work with, so they made the most of the rather limited floor space.

“I...I don’t know how much longer I can last!” Trixie wheezed, grabbing her friend’s hoof. It was true, she was quickly reaching her limit, so she thought it considerate to tell her partner.

“Oooooooh no you don’t,” Starlight shot back, abruptly getting to her hooves. As she stood, Trixie’s dong wetly pulled free, flopping to the magician’s stomach.

“Hey! I didn’t mean…” Trixie’s complaint died, as she watched her friend lean over a case of fireworks. Clambering to her hooves, she got up, fully intent to continue. The seductive look in Starlight’s eyes left nothing to doubt of what she wanted. Awkwardly, she stepped behind her friend, before rearing up and locking her forelegs around the mare’s hips. Giving an experimental prod, followed by a second, she had a bit of trouble hitting the mark; that was, until…

“Here…” Starlight sighed, casting an aura around Trixie’s tool. Magically, she guided the inexperienced unicorn to her sopping wet, and fully engorged, lower lips. No sooner did they make contact, than Trixie started enthusiastically bucking her hips, plowing away like a colt on prom night.

With Trixie’s weight bearing down on her, Starlight’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Servicing herself on a stallion was one thing, but nothing beat being properly mounted from behind. The magician’s cock loudly plundered her cunt, while her heavy nuts impacted against her winking clit. Save for the jostle of boxes and belongings, the only sounds in the wagon were those of heavy breathing and flesh slapping against flesh.

Screwing her eyes tightly shut, Trixie humped away. She could feel the inescapable release of a climax growing nearer, with each passing moment. It was almost like a fuse had been lit, leading to a canon of climactic energy, and time was perilously short. As the seconds dragged on, her movements became less steady, almost becoming frenzied and desperate.

“D...don’t stop!” Starlight demanded, pressing back to meet Trixie’s chaotic thrusts. She knew her friend was close, but so was she; all she needed was a little bit more. Her horn ignited, as she used her power to twist and pinch her delicate teats. A nova of barely contained bliss was welling up within her, threatening to overtake her. If only Trixie could…

“Oh buck!” Trixie shouted, suddenly ramming every bit of herself inside Starlight, as she hilted. Clinging desperately to her friends hips, her waist fitfully bucked, when she reached her peak. The head of her cock expanded, flaring outward, while it lie nestled against the entrance of her friend’s womb. Her balls retracted, doing their job, as they sent the first hot gouts of seed into her friend.

Starlight unleashed an unintelligible cry, braying to the heavens, when the sublime heat of Trixie’s climax exploded within her. It was the final piece of the puzzle, the tipping point which pushed her over the edge. Her marehood clenched violently, as she came, lewdly gushing orgasmic nectar around her friend’s member.

The two mares’ horns spasmodically sparked, sending chaotic and unrefined jolts of magic about the cabin. It wasn’t uncommon for unicorns to experience such a sorcerous discharge, during a climax. Unfortunately for the two, they were located atop a crate of shabbily stored fireworks. Sure enough, a spectral ember drifted into the wooden box.

With a brilliant detonation, the case exploded in a myriad of colorful flares and flashing lights. Thankfully, the container didn’t house any of the larger, more dangerous pyrotechnics, so the damage was minimal. That being said, any onlookers would have marveled at the sight. Prismatic comets and small rockets sailed through the windows, popping and whizzing as they went. The wagon itself rocked violently, teetering slightly, while its framework angrily groaned.

Both ponies coughed and sputtered, choking on the acrid, sulfurous clouds of smoke within the cabin. Ingloriously, Trixie fell off her her friend, dislodging her tool in the process. It wasn’t the first time the magician had experienced an accidental discharge of her fireworks, so she was able to find the door rather quickly.

Bursting outside, her now flaccid cock slinging seed to the floor and ground, she fanned her hat. “Jeez - COUGH - Starlight, why didn’t you - HACK - use a different crate?!” she bleated, her eyes watering from the smoke.

“Oh, I don’t know - WHEEZE - maybe because I - COUGH COUGH - didn’t think you’ve have explosives just sitting around?!” Starlight rebuked, pushing her way outside.

The two mares angrily glared at each other, each taking note of the others sooty appearance and frazzled mane, until their expressions started to soften. A smile let to a snicker, which escalated to a chuckle, and before they knew it, both ponies were heartily laughing. They’d come out unscathed, and they’d both had achieved sweet release, so there’d been no real harm.

“Next time, try not to prop yourself on the fireworks,” Trixie chortled, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Next time? What makes you think there’ll be a next time?” Starlight countered, her grin and mocking tone betraying her actual thoughts on the matter. She didn’t have a problem with being friends with benefits, as long as Trixie didn’t mind.

“Oh, I know you enjoyed the big finish,” the magician boldly stated, primping her mane and doing the best she could to look dignified.

“Alright, alright. Next time, if there is a next time, I’ll be more mindful about what we’re on, next to, or under. That being said, let’s get cleaned up and get some shuteye, we’ve still got a ways to go,” Starlight noted, trotting up besides your friend.

Wrapping one foreleg around Starlight’s shoulder, Trixie pressed her cheek to her friend’s. “Anything you say, Buddy!”