Jackpot's Magic Wand
“Seriously Trix?” Glimmer asked, as she watched her friend throw sundry magic tricks and props into her saddlebags. “You’re actually going to this stage magic convention in Las Pegasus?”
The blue unicorn simply giggled in response, currently distracted by the choice of whether or not to pack her deck of rigged cards.
“And why shouldn’t I go, Starlight? They don’t just send these invites out to anypony.” Trixie closed her eyes and turned her chin up, totally self-satisfied, slinging her bags under her cape and adjusting her wizard hat smartly. “Besides, Trixie’s mother will be in Las Pegasus that weekend... I’m sure she’ll be so proud to see that her daughter has become such a famous, invited-to-all-the-exclusive events, beautiful, intelligent, powerful, and great magician!”
Glimmer was not quite so impressed with her friend. “Actually Trix...” Starlight murmured, prodding the invitation envelope which she noticed was addressed to OCCUPANT. She noticed that it looked suspiciously similar to envelopes she’d seen the local mail-mare stuffing into every mailbox across town, “...I think they do send these to anypony.”
“Oh hush, Starlight.” Trixie growled, ushering her friend out of her wagon and locking the door behind her. “In any case, I really do need to go - I need a new suite of illusions if I’m going to kick off my new tour…” Trixie motioned with hooves as if pointing out a sign suspended in the air, “...The No-Longer Humble and Penitent but Appropriately Confident and Still Supremely Great and Powerful Trixie Tour!”
Starlight could only stare, with a dumbfounded deadpan, at her friend before snarking: “Let me guess… it’s a working title?”
Trixie cocked her head, confused. “No. Why would you ask that? I’ve even gotten the merchandise printed already.” Trixie levitated a t-shirt out of her saddlebag over to her friend... a shirt covered in so much text that you could barely see the titular blue mare in the center.
Starlight could only shake her head and roll her eyes. “Well, Trix, I’m sorry that I can’t make it out to Las Pegasus with you - it would have made for an incredibly fun girls’ weekend.”
Trixie sighed as the pair approached the Ponyville train station. “Don’t worry Starlight, I’m sure if you’d come you would have spent half the weekend pining for that orange-haired stallion of yours instead of living it up in the bars with Trixie.”
“H-hey what are you tal-” Starlight’s nascent complaint was cut off by the blue unicorn’s interrupting hoof.
“And as much as I would have loved to have you join me, the Great and UNSATISFIED Trixie would like to make sure that she ends her long dry spell this weekend as well…” The blue show-mare gestured to herself with a hoof and smugly closed her eyes, “Trixie shall bed the handsomest, hunkiest, horniest colt in Las Pegasus... and no pouting best friend will slow her down!”
Trixie paused, her cocky expression faltering a little bit: her lack of confidence beginning to rear its ugly head from underneath her arrogant facade. “...at least… Trixie hopes she’ll find somepony there.”
Starlight grumbled, still angry that her friend was accusing her of being a wet blanket with a crush on Sunburst. She fired back a small shot at the prideful Unicorn, “Bleh… a hook-up weekend? Gross… too much information Trixie.” But Glimmer could never stay mad at her friend for being abrasive; that would be like getting mad at water for being wet. “Well, at least make sure you use protection and be safe.”
Trixie rolled her eyes. “Of course Starlight, Trixie isn’t some inexperienced little filly… or some desperate loner who hasn’t had a date in three whole years!” Trixie paused and nervously looked at Starlight.
“You haven’t had a date in three years, have you?” Starlight deadpanned.
Trixie’s cheeks puffed out and her eyes raced left and right, as if looking for an escape.
Starlight simply cocked her head again and shrugged, not wanting to call out her friend’s longstanding troubles in finding a coltfriend… or really any friend... beside her that is.
Trixie coughed, then continued, “No, Trixie is not looking to be a mother any time soon.” Trixie pondered for a moment then stepped into the open, waiting train-carriage, “though if the stallion is the right one, maybe Trixie could accidentally forget the contraception spell.”
Starlight’s eyes shot wide as the carriage doors closed. She raced up to the window poking her head in to continue her conversation with her friend. “Wh-what do you mean ‘contraception spell’... Trixie, are you not taking your moon tea?”
Trixie grinned from her seat, pausing to let the train’s departure whistle finish its shrill tone before replying smugly, “Oh please Starlight, every little filly knows that rutting is so much more fun when your hormones aren’t being suppressed… particularly after a long dry spell.”
The train began to pull away, as a panicking Starlight trotted to keep up.
“Tr-trixie! That’s way too reckless! If you forget or make one mistake with the spell you could…!”
Trixie chuckled and simply waved at Starlight, “Bye Starlight! I’ll tell you all about my sexy weekend on Monday!”
The train pulled away from the end of the platform , forcing Starlight to scream after her friend on the departing train. “IT’S NOT WORTH IT TRIXIE! A GREAT SEX ISN’T WORTH THE RISK!”
But it was too late, the train had departed, speeding off toward the main line and the desert city.
Starlight sighed, turning around to see a stunned crowd of ponies looking at her with appalled shock, mothers covering the ears of their children, and some young stallions eyeing her with raised eyebrows.
Starlight Glimmer blushed heavily and cringed, suddenly wishing that she could shrink out of sight from everyone.
Granny Smith, who was on the platform nearby taking a consignment of apples, merely chuckled and shook her head, “Ah’d beg tuh differ, sugarcube.”
Trixie groaned as she walked through the halls of the Las Pegasus magic exposition. It was clear to her now that the entire event was just a giant tourist trap. There weren’t really any professional magicians wandering the show’s various booths and stalls. Instead, it was simple Las Pegasus tourists wandering about, snapping pictures and being mildly entertained by the various tricks on display. Like most amateur magicians, the booth performers that Trixie watched fell into the common mistakes of unicorn practitioners of the craft: far too much reliance on magic, and not enough on illusion.
The problem with using real magic to supplant stage magic was that ANY half-baked princess of friendship could snap off a teleport spell or a transmogrification blast, and though that may wow the plebeians present at this little get-together… a TRUE aficionado of magical spectacles would consider such paltry tricks better suited for a unicorn talent show.
No, the true art of stage magic was the misdirection, the distraction, the ingenuity of mechanisms and sleight of hoof to make the truly impossible seem possible… or at the very least, to incorporate some elements of daring and showmanship. Everything Trixie had seen thus far was just… parlor tricks.
Trixie rounded a corner, idly playing with her lanyard, considering whether she should just throw the thing into the nearest trash bin and head for the nearest bar. One half of her goal was already a bust… that left her relationship goal for the weekend…
Trixie had been keeping her eyes peeled for any cute stallions among the crowds and performers during her rounds, but the convention seemed to be sadly lacking: the few colts that were worth looking at were the eye-candy stagehands or assistants for their mare headliners (and already taken by their mare handlers)… and the one tourist that Trixie had tried to make a pass at turned out to be a colt-cuddler.
Just as she was about to throw the thing into the garbage and make one last effort to pick up somepony in the bar... a door to an auditorium entered her field of vision on her left. JACK POT’S and BIG BUCK’S amazing magic show! blazed out at her from a placard perched next to the door, with beautiful artwork that immediately evoked the classic show advertisement artwork Trixie’s hero: Hoofdini.
Maybe this would be worth her time?
Trixie ducked into the auditorium, which was shockingly empty. It appeared that the pair of magicians on stage were going into their final trick, if the build-up of all the trappings and glamours of the show were any indication.
Trixie snuck down to the front row and grabbed a free seat (one of many), hoping that her proximity to the stage might betray some flaw in the trick and reveal its secret to her. She chuckled at the pageantry and show-work of the two older stallions on-stage as they worked their audience... particularly the blue unicorn, Jack Pot.
Trixie noticed that the stallion seemed to have caught the eyes of a mother and daughter pair that he had chosen to be the helpless pair in their signature trick: the Splashtastic Escape. Trixie could only grin as the two mares swooned and made gaga faces at the handsome older male... before they were escorted to a ladder so they could be loaded into the strange aquarium.
“And now fillies and gentlecolts, please hold your applause and adoration, as we will need full concentration to channel the magical energies contained in the mystical mystery Pharaoh-King’s aquarium of wonder to preserve and save the lives of these two beautiful mares.”
Jack Pot walked the stage, continuing to build a rapport with the audience as the aquarium slowly filled - the tension building beautifully… even Trixie could feel her heart-rate starting to rise as the water level reached the necks of the helplessly bound pegasus teenager and her mother, the water continuing to bubble up. The entire audience (only about 10 ponies), gasped aloud - murmurs and whispers of anxiety passing through the crowd - should they call somepony? It was all under control... wasn’t it!?
“To show you all that we are not casting anything... and that this is all a result of the mysterious, magical aquarium’s innate life-saving capabilities, my colleague and I will now place spell restrictors on our horns…” both Jack Pot and Big Bucks slipped restrictor rings onto their horns.
Trixie grinned and rolled her eyes: fake spell-restrictors were a dime-a-dozen gimmick in the magic industry. Jack Pot seemed to notice her expression and trotted over. “Now some of you may be skeptical of these restrictors, but I assure you they are quite real! Could I ask this ravishingly beautiful unicorn mare in the front row to use her telekinesis to lift the ring off of my horn? If it is a true restrictor its natural resistance will not allow her to do so!’ Jack Pot stared deeply into Trixie’s eyes and shot her a wink while wiggling his eyebrows.
Trixie blinked, surprised. Was this handsome stallion trying to seduce her into playing along? The balls on this stallion! Was he hoping that she would play along and only fake lifting the ring off? If so, he was sorely mistaken - Trixie would love nothing more than to remove charlatans who would be so unprofessional as to rely on the kindness of audience members
“You’ve got big balls, colt, I’ll give you that.” Trixie whispered up at the magician, who simply smirked down at her..
Grinning evilly, Trixie cast a levitation spell, not only on Jack Pot, but on Big Bucks as well, yanking with all her might. She would have no qualms about ruining their show… but her spell simply fizzled and sputtered. Those were real restrictors! Trixie’s eyes opened, She had to give credit where credit was due - “They’re REAL!” she shouted aloud so the entire audience could hear, now trying to assist the showman in convincing his audience.
Jack Pot grinned and winked at Trixie again - he was flirting with her! “There you have it folks! This beautiful mare confirms that they’re very real!” Jack Pot turned slightly, changing his stance. From Trixie’s position, she was able to see under Jack Pot’s barrel, down toward his nethers… where a pair of quite large orbs hung from just below his sheath. Trixie’s mouth dropped open - the colt really did pack big balls… and he wanted her to see!
“I believe I have assured the young lady that they are very functional.” Jack Pot said to the crowd, pointing at the horn but wagging his hips ever so slightly, making the two pendulous testicles sway between his legs. “She’s welcome to stop by after the show for an even closer inspection.” Jack Pot looked down and with one last sultry stare at Trixie.
Trixie blushed. The rogue! Flirting and exposing himself so blatantly in the middle of a show! It was… sexy as Tartarus!
“Now watch, in amazement, as my partner and I send the instructions to our hapless participants… with our minds!” Jackpot touched his forehead with his hoof.
The water slipped up and over the teen’s blue ponytail mane... and then up over her mother’s short-cut rose-colored hair, completely submerging both of them. Their eyes opened wide in shock and their wings snapped out wide, fully extended. All at once, a curtain fell from the ceiling, occluding the audience’s view of the two soon-to-be-drowned ponies. The powerful show-room speakers pumped in a drum roll and the spotlights focused in on the magicians.
A member of the audience screamed in fright. Most ponies craned their heads to the crowd to locate the source of the sudden scream, but Trixie kept her well-practiced eyes glued to the stage - she knew that an audience distraction was an old trick used to distract eyes away from the real action…
But she didn’t see any telltale flaws… no flashes of spell-casting from a hidden unicorn, no reality warping shudders or hazes that usually betrayed the secret of such a daring escape trick.
And then the curtain raced back up.
The aquarium was empty!
Trixie’s eyes raced about the stage, trying not to be distracted by the so-called ‘prestige moment’ of the Splashtastic Escape trick. The aquarium suddenly cracked along pre-weakened points and spilled its water in a great gushing torrent. Jack Pot and Big Bucks shouted and screamed, affecting a look of horror with almost perfect acting… which Trixie might have believed if not for the elaborate gutter system that she had seen built into the edge of the stage to prevent the trick from drenching the audience… this was all part of the act!
Not distracted or flinching from the torrent of water like the rest of the audience, Trixie noticed the tiniest glint of lighting off to the right side of the stage, revealing for the briefest of moments the edge of a beautifully hidden trap door through which the two bedazzled participant-mares were pushed by unseen stagehands.
As everyone gasped and recoiled from the rushing water, the trapdoor snapped shut - and the spotlights raced from the torrent of water to focus on the two pegasi females, soaking wet, their wings still outstretched and their manes completely soaked… but safe and sound.
“Fillies and Gentlecolts! I humbly submit to you: the Splashtastic Escape!” Big Bucks shouted, gesturing over toward the two mares as the small audience burst into hoof-stomping applause.
Trixie also had to stand up and clop her hooves together, even with the small error she’d caught it was a wonderful trick...and well executed! The only thing she couldn’t figure out was why the participants weren’t revealing the secret of what had happened to them… sure this particular pair might be happy to play along, but it was far too great a risk to take that your audience participant wouldn’t spill the beans or ruin the show… were they plants?
Trixie watched closely as the two mares dreamily staggered across the stage... where they were gathered up by a unicorn husband/father who was cheering mightily. Aside from the fact that his teenage daughter and wife seemed to be draping themselves over the father in an almost obscenely erotic way (much to the father’s stunned embarrassment)... it looked like a normal family - no telltale signs that it was a plant or an act...
They had her stumped!
“Thank you, thank you everypony!” Jack Pot crooned, though he seemed a bit disappointed that his participants were being swept away by their somewhat confused father/husband figure, who was now being smothered in very lewd kisses and hugs. “This concludes the show! Tell your friends and family! Our next show will be tomorrow night, at 6PM!” Trixie grinned as she caught the eye of Jack Pot, who simply smirked at her and waggled his eyebrows again.
Things were definitely looking up for Trixie! This little detour seemed to have discovered a way to achieve both goals that she had been hoping to accomplish this weekend... see some great magic, and maybe meet a very handsome stallion.
As she walked up the aisle with the rest of the departing audience, Trixie flicked her tail up and to the side, knowing that Jackpot was getting an eyeful of her delicious plot.
Trixie could play his game too!
“Another successful show, Big Bucks!” Jackpot grinned, as he threw his gaudy top hat up onto the peg in their well-apportioned dressing room: a practiced toss that belied just how experienced the duo were in running their show.
“Yes it was! Though... it is too bad about that stallion husband I didn’t notice... I would have sworn that those two mares were there on their own.” Big Bucks sighed, taking off his coat. “Well, I guess at least somepony, or more like some family will be... ending up with a story that can never leave Las Pegasus.”
Jackpot groaned, remembering how the wife and daughter had practically wrapped their tails around the confused father/husband, even as their hooves began to explore some of his more… intimate places. “Ugh, I can’t believe we’re going to be responsible for… that.”
Big Bucks punched his longtime partner in his shoulder. “What? A little fun family incest? Please Jackpot, you’re being far too squeamish for a long-time Las Pegasus showman. Hay, you wouldn’t be complaining right now if that father wasn’t around and you were bedding that mother-daughter duo…” Big Bucks paused, licking his lips slightly.
Jackpot stuck his tongue out. “Th-that’s… different.” Jackpot couldn’t deny that he’d partaken in some rather debauched after-show hookups, “but a father and his daughter? You actually find that anything other than reprehensible? You’re truly a sick colt, partner.”
Big Bucks simply rolled his eyes: he’d finished changing into his leisure suit. “Hmf, well… anyway I see that you’ve already managed to set your eye on that cute unicorn in the front row... so unless you’re willing to share her scrumptious little plot like that one time we took that beautiful model up to your room-”
“NO.” Jackpot shook his head vigorously. “I was drunk that night, Bucks. I still can’t believe we double-teamed a mare... I do wish you’d stop bringing it up.”
“-then I shall be heading out to Ember’s brothel.” Big Bucks checked his teeth and hair quickly, making sure they were perfectly coiffed.
“Ember’s?”
“Mm… although… the golden horseshoe gals are in town again, and once they manage to lose their pesky country chaperone the five of them are always up for a night of fun.”
“Ugh… those elderly mares? You truly are a sick pony, Bucks.” Jackpot leaned back on the couch in their dressing room, watching and shaking his head with disapproval as the chubbier pony made his way to the door.
“Judge me all you’d like, Jack. But I’m telling you, mares age like fine wine… and the positively nasty things they’ll do… especially with their dentures out… you just have to be careful not to break their hips!”
Jackpot tossed a pillow at his partner, laughing. “Scoundrel! Get out of here!”
Big Bucks was already part-way out of the door, laughing as well before almost bumping into somepony. “Oh hello there! Yes, yes. He was hoping you might show up! Please, go right in!”
Jackpot scrambled quickly, standing up from the sofa and brushing his fur quickly, trying to make himself look as handsome and debonair as possible, before looking up to see the beautiful blue unicorn he’d been flirting with during the show slide into the room.
“Hello there! I hoped you enjoyed the show Miss…” Jackpot reached out and took her hoof in his.
Trixie smiled and sniffed, closing her eyes regally. “Trixie. The Great and Powerful Trixie.”
Jackpot didn’t miss a beat, despite the long monniker. “Miss Trixie,” he bowed down and pulled Trixie’s hoof to his mouth, landing a noble peck on her left-hoof in the fashion of a Canterlot aristocrat. “The Great and Powerful Trixie. Might I add the lovely and beautiful Trixie to your title?” He looked up at her with a smile.
Trixie blushed, trying desperately but failing to suppress a dopey grin that spread across her face. She had always been a complete sucker for compliments. ”Y-you may… Trixie wished to speak with you about your… acceptable showmanship.”
“Of course, of course! Please, come have a seat!” Jackpot waved his arm toward the couch, allowing Trixie to trot past him to take a seat. “Can I get you anything to drink, Trixie?”
Trixie nodded, a grin on her face. “That would be fine with Trixie, perhaps some wine?”
“My pleasure!” Jackpot used his magic to skillfully levitate a bottle from a nearby rack, along with two wine glasses and a corkscrew. He didn’t even need to look at the levitating objects, as he coordinated his magic to pour them both a pair of generously full glasses. He accomplished all this dextrous magic-work without even pausing in addressing her. “So Trixie, did you enjoy the show?”
Trixie shifted on the comfortable couch slightly, taking in the beautiful dressing room - one day she’d have a backstage of her own… “Yes, Trixie did like the show. Your final trick was lovely, a real standout. But there was one thing that I wanted to know…”
Jackpot grinned, as he passed Trixie her glass of expensive Bhorsedeaux wine, before sitting down next to her. “Ah yes, beautiful mares... always want to know how the escape is performed… but there is a price they must pay to unlock a magician’s greatest secre-”
“Please.” Trixie sighed, lifting a hoof to interrupt Jackpot as she paused to take a sip of her wine. “Trixie is in the industry. For the record, it was a good illusion... but you need to check your sightlines - I was able to see the edge of you trapdoor from my seat.”
Jackpot almost did a spit-take: this mare was a magician as well!? He felt himself beginning to get a bit upset as he considered the possibility that he was being played… and that there would be not fun to be had this night. “Wh-what… then what are you doing here? Are you just trying to steal my secrets!? Or make fun of me for -” Trixie cut him off with a hoof pressed against his lips.
Trixie rolled her eyes, “Relax, you silly-stallion. It was still a fantastic trick… but my question… hm… well, what Trixie couldn’t work out was how you prevent the participants from blabbing about the trapdoor or the stagehands below?”
Jackpot set his wineglass down, and crossed his arms with a huff, before going on somewhat sulkily. “I don’t understand this at all… here I thought you were interested in a little backstage fun, not a competitor trying to steal my secrets.” He grunted and snorted, sniffing his nose up at the mare sitting next to him. “Well… you can forget it Miss Trixie, I see no reason why I should share that with you.”
Trixie smiled evilly, taking another sip of her wine. “Aww, poor little magician doesn’t like it when he gets tricked… but Trixie never said that she wasn’t looking for some fun as well?” Trixie brought one of her forehooves down to rest on the thigh of Jackpot, before she slowly began to trace it up and down his leg, working her way toward his inner thigh with each pass.
“Trixie seems to recall that you said there was a price that needed to be paid for a magician’s secrets…” Trixie leaned in to Jackpot’s ear to whisper, while letting her playful hoof dip down into the older stallion’s groin, cupping one of his massive balls, “...mmm they are as big as they look.”
Jackpot groaned with delight. He couldn’t help himself: he quickly turned his head to lean forward and plant a kiss on the beautiful younger mare’s face. Trixie returned his offering with passion, giggling slightly. But as soon as she felt the hunky stallion begin to press his tongue against her lips she pulled back quickly and clicked her tongue.
“Ah ah ah, Trixie always pays her debts…” she continued to gently rub and caress the plump orb in her hoof, as she stared with a smouldering gaze into Jackpot’s lidded eyes, “...but she does not give out free credit! Tell Trixie about your trick, first.”
Jackpot vacillated, he knew that giving out the secret diluted its impact - and letting a possible stage magician competitor know was extremely risky. His partner would kill him if he found out he’d sold their trick for the cheap price of a romp with a beautiful mare… not even that if he was being honest… it was only a promised romp… but what a mare! This was no Las Pegasus floozy or two-bit starry eyed tourist. Still… “I… I don’t knooooohhhhhhh!”
Just as Jackpot started to hem and haw, Trixie had arched her eyebrow and ever so slightly tightened her grip on the stallion’s sensitive testicle, still in her hoof. Trixie knew that was the weakness of the bigger boys - it meant they just had more vulnerability.
“Z-ZESPER!” Jackpot squeaked immediately.
“Zesper?” Trixie asked curiously, relaxing her tight hold on Jackpot’s jackpot.
Jackpot let out a sigh of desperate relief as the pressure on his package relaxed. “Phew…. Yes, my dear, Zesper…” Jackpot pointed at a spot on his show jacket, hanging nearby on a rack, “I’ve got a little lapel mister hidden in my stage jacket... When we pick the mares for our trick, either Big Bucks or I give them a little squirt of this stuff... it makes them go so ga-ga just from looking at our stallion-ly builds that they can barely formulate a coherent thought.” Jackpot chuckled slightly and threw his mane back confidently, “and then to really make sure that they are unaware of the trapdoor work, we’ve even mixed the water of the Splashtastic Escape so that it’s saturated with ZESPER.”
Trixie still seemed puzzled, and clicked her tongue. “But just what is this stuff? ZESPER?”
“Zebrican Estrus Super Potency Enhancer Reagent.” Jackpot slipped a small vial of the stuff from his jacket, a container so tiny it only contained a small dose, no more than a shot-glass worth. “Imagine neigh-agara on steroids… times thirty... and one that also works on mares!’ Jackpot looked suspiciously at the door before leaning in with a conspiratorial whisper, “it’s also more illegal than sending sugar-free cake to Celestia… but it is invaluable for any stage magician looking to distract their mark.”
Trixie completely released Jackpot’s fruit before snatching the little vial from his hoof. She turned it over under her gaze, seeing the pink colored liquid run back and forth in the dark ampoule. “Interesting, I wondered why you didn’t choose any of the stallions for your trick.”
“Well… We could, but ZESPER’s effects would be rather... obvious in those cases.” Jackpot motioned down at his groin, “The poor fellow would be dragging his stallionhood along the stage as he exited stage left.” Jackpot laughed.
Trixie smirked but didn’t laugh. “So...I guess what you do is dose some poor mares and bring them backstage to have your way with them later?” Trixie shook her head, disapprovingly. “Despicable rogues.“
Jackpot sat up straight, protesting. “N-not at all. It isn’t some mind erasing spell! And... most mares come to Las Pegasus looking for a good time… a unique experience. I’m just happy to provide them with a story to tell about how they conquered the legendary magician: Jackpot!”
Trixie looked up from the vial with a smirk and a crooked, accusatory eyebrow. “So that mother-daughter duo would have been here right now…” Trixie slid forward, brushing her mane back and slowly tracing her hoof along Jackpot’s chest. “Both of them jointly worshipping the legendary magician right about now?” Trixie chuckled as she saw Jackpot’s sheath begin to stir, a small bulb of flesh starting to protrude from its end. “Naughty boy…”
“Y-yes…” Jackpot groaned, looking into the eyes of the younger, beautiful mare, as he shifted his hips, trying to will her hoof to travel further down, past his navel, to grip his aching need below.
“But now those mares are off with daddy, aren’t they?” Trixie giggled, “I wonder if mommy will lock away that poor little teen while she has her way with her husband…” Trixie leaned in so close that their noses were touching, then let her hoof find the extending shaft of flesh peeking from Jackpot’s sheath, “or... I wonder if mommy would let her join in on the experience? Fun for the whole family, hm?”
“Oh Goddesses, Trixie.” Jackpot leaned forward to kiss the unicorn, his semi-erect cock throbbing in the tender grip of the younger mare. This teasing was so much better than the hero-worshipping, tail-flagging, plot-presenting fawning he would usually get from the starstruck backstage-pass mares .
Trixie knew just how to deal with an excited stallion, though. Just as she felt him begin to really stiffen and lengthen, his throbbing and hot expansion spreading her hoof’s grip to its breaking point... she pulled away from the proffered kiss and her offered hoofjob.
“Too bad for you I’m not on the ZESPER.” Trixie sat back and looked away from the stallion, primping and inspecting herself instead, purposefully ignoring him.
Jackpot groaned and rubbed his temple for a moment. He could feel his frustration and anger building up in him like a balloon, making him want to pop. Just as he began to open his mouth to complain, he realised just how much he being played, almost like he was on string, by this devious mare! He started to laugh.
“Ha ha ha! You truly are an incredible lady, Miss Trixie.” He adjusted himself, letting his nearly erect cock flop out of his lap and hanged from the end of the couch lazily. He may not have been a young colt anymore, but Jackpot still had a very impressive instrument: easily as large, perhaps even larger, than a well-endowed earth pony. Jackpot dangled it out like a lure, hoping it might catch Trixie’s attention. “I haven’t been so excited since I was a young buck. I’d say don’t make me beg… but maybe that’s exactly what you’d like?”
Trixie grinned, letting her eyes glance over at the impressive stallionhood that was STILL expanding and growing in Jackpot’s lap. She couldn’t help it as her eyes widened slightly with excitement... she smirked. “Hmmm, perhaps the great and seductive Trixie might entertain a demonstration of the effect of your little… potion.” She slid the vial over to Jackpot. “If you would be so kind as to show her the effects it can have on a handsome stallion such as yourself.”
Jackpot took the vial and winked at Trixie, before uncorking the top and taking a hearty swig. He passed the remainder over to Trixie as he swallowed his own gulp, motioning with his hoof that she should take the other half.
“F-f-for me?” Trixie looked a bit surprised, her face blushing as she eyed the vial. “Trixie has never tried… enhancers before.” She laughed nervously, clearly flustered. “Trixie has read some rather... disturbing articles about chemsex.”
Jackpot grinned, “Oh don’t you worry Miss Trixie. I can assure you it’s quite enjoyable… and this isn’t like those horrible things you hear in the news. You’re doing with a well-experienced, older pony, not some degenerate DJ. Quite different, really. Trust me.” He popped the top again. “Close your eyes…”
Trixie swallowed her fear. This was why she had come to Las Pegasus after all… and she was acting like a little filly. Here was a beautiful stud of a stallion offering her some fun, what could possibly go wrong? She closed her eyes and let her mouth open slightly, sticking her tongue out as she prepared to receive the potion.
Jackpot grinned, quickly pouring the remainder of the vial into his mouth then leaning forward to deeply kiss Trixie, pushing the dose of ZESPER down her gullet: a rather unique method of delivering the magical substance.
Trixie’s eyes opened in surprise. She felt the stallion’s tongue in her mouth, driving splashes of liquid into the back of her throat that she couldn’t help but swallow. With the sudden, passionate kissing, she almost had trouble feeling the warm tingles of the magical concoction trickling down her throat and into her belly… the magical effects sparkling and racing through her gut, the heat building there like a furnace.
Trixie lost track of those expanding aphrodisiacal feelings as she became lost in the swirl of passionate kissing. Jackpot embraced with the intensity of a high-school colt and the talent of a Canterlot pleasure-pony. At some point his hooves had made their way into Trixie’s mane and down to the small of her back. Her own hooves gripped both sides of the stallion’s face, both ponies getting caught up in their passionate, hungry embrace. Her tongue sparred playfully in her muzzle before being overwhelmed by the larger and more powerful tongue of Jackpot.
Trixie felt herself being pushed backwards into the cushions of the couch, overwhelmed by the raw overbearing passion of the virile stud wrestling her, dominating her. She felt an odd touch against her legs and belly... some kind of, burning, wet heat... but she wouldn’t spare a moment to break their kiss to confirm that it was Jackpot’s large endowment pressing into her…
Trixie was losing herself, a fog of passion spilling through her body out to her hoof tips, her lips, her hips. She could suddenly smell everything more powerfully: the musty undertones of the dressing room, the musky scent of Jackpot’s body… and the incredibly alluring butter-rich aroma coming from Jackpot’s nethers, making her nostrils flare and her instincts rage.
‘Celestia I want him so badly!’ Trixie thought, ‘I’ve never been with so stallion-ly… so rugged, so masculine a male before. Goddesses I need him to rut me!” Trixie couldn’t suppress her moan of abandon, which made her mouth open even wider, permitting the older unicorn to push more of his tongue into her.
Trixie felt her dock straining to lift, even though it was trapped under her bottom, her body desperate to reveal her marehood and fan the aroma of her arousal… to make her readiness to be rutted be known to her alpha-stud. She could feel the hot drips along her thighs, pooling under her flanks, that could only mean she was leaking with excitement. She could feel her pussy-lips swelling and pressing into each other as blood rushed to her nethers.
Jackpot pushed Trixie down, so that she was lying on her back. He knew that he had the little mare completely under his control now. The ZESPER had come into full effect.... and not just for her, but for him as well. His cock had reached its full-straining erection. His heart-throbs came with almost painful intensity now, his body trying to grow his stallionhood like it was inflating a balloon larger than it could stretch... forcing so much into him that he felt like he might just pop! His large dark blue phallus swung clumsily in front of him, bouncing off of his and Trixie’s body from because of the momentum from it’s pendulous length and heavy girth. With each accidental touch, bump or rub Jackpot would groan with pleasure into the little mare under him.
Jackpot sat up for a moment, readying himself. Trixie looked up at him from her supine position, her eyes tracing up over her chest fluff, racing up and down her stud’s chest as she took deep breaths of air. There, sitting right in front of her, was Jackpot in all his glory. Knowing the cock-hungry Trixie was watching him, he rested his hoof with a sultry grin on the upper part of his impressive phallus, proudly standing up at a 45 degree angle, perched atop a pair of well sized testicles sitting on the couch.
“So, you ready to get the full show on?”
Trixie swallowed nervously, feeling her head nod almost instinctively, her well-sized hips falling slightly apart, revealing her teats’ erect nipples, both excited and sensitive, her whole body ready to receive the huge, rigid pole of flesh that her mind… her soul craved so badly. Her eyes shifted from the cock she wanted so badly up to the confident and masculine face leaning in to begin smother her with kisses again. Her eyes shut in pleasure as the pair’s muzzles met again. She felt the heat of his dark blue throbbing stallion-flesh pressing into her belly fur.
It wouldn’t be long now.
Or would it?
Beneath Jackpot’s kissing, smothering and prodding, Trixie’s mind suddenly snapped back to focus. It was like the fog had cleared for just a moment, the powerful erotic haze lifting... leaving behind only pure, burning, focused lust. But now... Trixie was back in control.
Her mind raced, eyes open and staring into the closed eyes of the kissing Jackpot, ‘I am the Great and powerful Trixie: she would not be dominated by some stud… some handsome, hunky, wonderful smelling, sexy st-... No! Focus!’
Trixie’s horn lit a bright blue and lifted the surprised Jackpot away from her, placing him not-so-gingerly onto the floor. As he landed on his rear, his stallionhood bobbed and slapped him in his belly, making him shiver. Trixie’s predatory mare instincts directed her sight with her ever-so-slightly more aware mind: Jackpot’s thick, dark-blue and veiny shaft stretched well past his navel, and was as wide around at the base as her hoof! A silvery trickle of pre-cum dribbled off of his fat flare and down the slick cock-skin, over a positively terrifying medial ring, and down to his beautiful orb-shaped balls. Trixie couldn’t help but bite her lips slightly with a mixture of trepidation and excitement - this was truly a stud who could put even those rumours surrounding that red apple farmer in Ponyville to shame!
“My my my, Trixie certainly has a good eye for picking her studs.” Trixie said aloud, as she sat up. With a flick of her hair, she nickered at Jackpot, then turned to lie prone on the couch, facing away from the stunned stallion. “But Trixie does always need to make sure that her stud’s know their purpose in life…”
Trixie flicked her tail up and to the side, playfully slapping Jackpot in his face.
“...which is to worship the Great and Powerful Plot!”
Now it was Jackpot’s turn to be awed by the physical beauty before him. Even without the effects of ZESPER, Jackpot would have had his breath taken away by the beauty of the pony in front of him. This was no mere cute floozy or sexy groupie...
Tracing his gaze up the outer curve of Trixie’s tender and supple thighs, he was treated to a vision of a perfectly shaped flank: not large or thin but athletic and toned. An exquisite ass, perched beneath a flicking blue and silver tail that flicked playfully back and forth. The little dock holding those gossamer tail-hairs stood completely erect, shaking with excitement as it drew his eyes downward, just past the delicate skin separating the base of Trixie’s tailbone from her tight little ponut - a ring of dark-blue muscle that quivered with anticipation, covered with a light sheen of glistening sweat, likely caused by the heat rising up from just below…
Below…where he could see a pair of darkened, swollen lips. Puffy and fattened with throbbing, boiling blood pumped in due to Trixie’s state of arousal… the marehood already slick with juices pumping out from the hidden, hot, pink honeypot within. Her slit was small for a mare of her size, looking somewhat like those of the smaller pegasi college-teens Jackpot had the pleasure of bringing backstage... but it looked so much more exquisite… so beautiful… even those young pussies just couldn’t compare.
Jackpot’s eyes widened with wonder as a small pink nub peeked out at the top of her marehood… then expanded and throbbed outward, revealing Trixie’s clit to be a bit-sized love-bud of winking, clenching muscle. The protruding clitoris helped spread Trixie’s tight cunt-lips wide, flashing the snorting stallion a view of the volcanic, twisting, grasping interior that awaited him. Just as he began to drool, Trixie’s clit withdrew and her tight cunt snapped back together with strong, muscular tightness and a small dribble of nectar that ran off her marelips onto the couch fabric below.
Jackpot didn’t hesitate... this plot would be worshipped!
It demanded… no… commanded his worship! He dove forward, burying his face into the delicate flesh just below Tixie’s dock. The sudden rush of saturated female pheromones was almost blinding, making his nostrils flare wide and inhale deep gasps of rich sugar-plum musk, sprinkled with tinges of sparkler-like energy that tickled the inside of his nose. Each lungful of sex-fogged air melted away any vestiges of Jackpot’s will-power and rationality, leaving only the burning biological lust beneath.
The wet flesh of Jackpoit’s muzzle pressed against Trixie’s hot skin. His lips were planted against her tailhole, planting playful kisses on her tight pucker which made Trixie writhe and giggle. Jackpot's mouth parted ever so slightly and his pink tongue snaked out to trace the ring of her asshole... but Trixie’s tail swatted the top of his head as she growled at him throatily.
“Naughty stallion, don’t keep me Trixie waiting.” Trixie flexed her tight plot, pushing her flanks up slightly to tilt her hips forwards, clearly indicating to Jackpot where she truly wanted his tongue to be buried.
Jackpot chuckled, tracing the tip of his tongue down over the ridge of Trixie’s tailhole and over the ever so small space separating it from her pussy. Trixie’s growl turned to a squeak as the stallion’s tongue parted her folds, just barely sliding in-between her pussy-lips as it continued its path downwards... pressing more and more into her body as it went. She pushed her hips back into the stallion behind her, trying to drive more of his face into her marehood.
Jackpot’s olfactory and taste senses were exploding in a cacophony of fireworks. Little pops of color bursting in his nose and on his tongue as the blue mare beneath him writhed and begged for more. He brought his forehooves up, hooking them into Trixie’s hips and pulling her plot back into him just as he reached her winking clitoris.
“Oh b-buck… y-yes! Ravish Trixie with your tongue!” Trixie moaned out, her hooves flexing and gripping at the couch-pillow she was smushing her face into.
Jackpot moaned as he tried to trap the hot lovebud his tongue was playing peekaboo with. Finally, just as he managed to dig the point of his tongue into the delicate hood of skin that protected it...he was surprised by one of Trixie’s powerful winks. Easily overpowering his exploring tongue, her small, hiding clitoris became a fat nub, shooting out into his mouth, spreading Trixie wide enough to let Jackpot nuzzle deep into Trixie’s marehood. Squirts of marejuice splattered into the back of his throat in time with the clitoris flicking in and out of his mouth. As the horny mare bucked and writhed, Jackpot pursed his lips... trapping the winking clit in his mouth, suckling as hard as he could on Trixie’s sensitive love-button.
“B-b-buck!” Trixie whined, a huge rush of pleasure crashing through her mind, overwhelming her. An unstoppable desire for release was growing more and more insistent, demanding some kind of resolution as Jackpot lashed her clitoris with his tongue. Trixie tried to get up to stop him, to prevent the impossible flood of sensation, but was paralyzed by a fresh wave of cascading, eye-rolling lusty shudders. Her need continued to build and build, making these few minutes of oral attention feel like an eternity.
Then, finally, impossibly - she released.
Hard.
Like a lake bursting through a strained weir, Trixie came. Her horn exploded in a small shower of sparks and fireworks that splattered over the wall of the dressing room… her involuntary pleasure-casting leaving scorch marks on the drywall. Her body was completely out of her control now... and she didn’t care one bit. The flood of pure pleasure endorphins was making her eyes roll backward and her transforming her pupils into heart shapes.
Trixie’s rational thoughts melted away into nothingness. She groaned out incoherently, “Mmnngghhh…. Pweaasemmnngh…” before burying her head completely into the sofa, gasping and struggling to breathe as her orgasm washed over her again... and again.
Jackpot could only hang on for dear life. The mare’s hips were bucking and thrashing in front of him. He only managed to stay pressed against her plot by his tight grasp… Then she began to squirt. Over and over... and over. Gush after gush of her juice throbbed into his throat, a sweet nectar that filled Jackpot with hot warmth and a burning desire to lap up as much of the ambrosia as he could get. Whether the intoxicating taste was some magical effect of Trixie’s orgasm, or some tail effect of the ZESPER taken earlier… he didn’t care… all he knew was that his own stallionhood began to throb and squirt pre-cum of its own.
His body was reacting to Trixie’s orgasm.
Snorting and stamping, he pulled back from the wriggling, orgasming mare.... Pausing momentarily to wipe his mouth, then standing over her, his cock throbbing larger and larger from the parasympathetic reaction to her release.
Trixie’s heart shaped eyes and gasping muzzle turned from the pillow, looking over her shoulder at the snorting, lust-rabid stud behind her.
“Pleaaaseee… rut m-me…”
Jackpot stamped his hoof, whinnied… and drove forward.
Trixie awoke suddenly, her body intensely drowsy… but immediately aware that she had been roused in an unfamiliar bed. She groaned, rolling over onto her side, still under the luxurious red satin sheets. Looking around with some confusion, she quickly realised that she was in the VIP Princcessdential suite of the Flim Flam Resort (formerly the Gladmane Resort). All around her fixtures and decorations sparkled with the gold and red so common to Las Pegasus.
Trixie stretched out, reaching across to the other side of the bed, hoping to find the stallion she’d met the previous night there… he handsome alpha-stud... but only finding a void with a warm impression that had once contained a pony.
“Jackpot?” Trixie called out, rising from the bed. She stuck her tongue out slightly, her fur was sticky and messy, pulling in strange places as she tried to slip out of the bed. She seemed to be caked in a dried layer of… Trixie began to blush: she had a full coat of Creme-de-Jackpot all through her mane, tail and body fur. “Oh… oh my.”
Trixie stood up from her bed, feeling a small river of liquid gush from her marehood... trickling down her inner-thighs to pool on the hardwood floor underneath her. She quickly realized she could feel how stuffed her womb was with thick, virile, stallion-cum. Trixie patted her lower-body with her hoof, feeling it plumply ripple: she was ever so slightly pudgier around where her uterus was situated: she had been filled to the brim with her stud’s biological offering.
Trixie’s face went from a light blush to beet red as she looked down at the puddle trickling between her legs.
“OH MY… Trixie…. had better get a pregnancy kit.” She smiled to herself slightly, secretly excited that she might have been bred by the incredible stallion who had made her his broodmare the night before.
Thinking of that stallion… just where the hay was he?
“Jackpot?” Trixie called again, getting concerned. She didn’t think that he was the type of stallion to ‘dick and dash’... but then again… he was a bit of a rogue. “I swear Jackpot, if you don’t answer Trixie, she will unleash her friends to wreak holy friendship destruction on your plotho-” Trixie paused in her well-practiced villain monologuing, picking up a small slip of paper that been left behind on the kitchen table.
On cardstock perched next to an exquisite rose, written with flowery and ornate script... was a message Trixie wasted no time in reading:
To the Great, Powerful and Sexual Goddess Trixie… I have been completely changed by our experience last night: I will never be the same stallion again. My heart is yours, for now… for ever. I spent the whole morning watching you sleep, your body still entwined with mine. I could have stayed like that for eternity, but unfortunately, life is not so simple.
I have been called away to meet with my ex-wife (for purely perfunctory reasons I assure you), and could not bring myself to wake you from your angelic slumber…
Please… my Princess... enjoy my suite until I return, whence I can lavish you with the affection and worship that a Goddess of the sexual arts such as you deserves.
Yours, Jackpot.
Trixie giggled to herself, very much taken with the flattery and praise being showered upon her: the deserving and lovable Trixie.
She sniffed the rose and contemplated how her stud must have written the card while watching her sleep - it seemed she truly had captured his heart… but it seemed that he had, perhaps, also captured hers… Trixie rubbed her pudged belly thoughtfully… perhaps he had captured even more than just her heart!
But first: she had to clean up. She was NOT The Caked and Sticky Trixie. Not this early in the morning anyway.
A quick shower, shampoo, towelling and elevator ride later, and Trixie was out and enjoying the crisp, dry desert air of Las Pegasus.
She quickly made her way out of luxurious hotel to a nearby pharmacy. Every pony she passed on the street could notice the skip in the blue unicorn’s step - the more discerning among them only smirked and shook their heads at the lovestruck pony prancing along in public with joy.
...
“One Star Swirl Brand Home Motherhood Exam please!” Trixie smiled, putting a hoofful of bits onto the counter. She blushed lightly as the elderly mare behind the counter pushed a small testing box over to her with a wink.
“Best of luck you young thing! I remember my first pregnancy.” The pharmacist rang up Trixie’s bill quickly.
“Oh, well… Trixie doesn’t know yet if she’s… well…” Trixie scuffed the floor in front of her, already imagining a future where she was nursing a little foal as Jackpot nuzzled both of them. She couldn't believe how quickly her heart had become enamored of the idea of being a mother… hay, a broodmare, for the incredible stallion that had conquered her so completely the night prior!
“Oh, don’t you worry sweetheart - these eyes can see the glow in you: I can almost guarantee the test will show what you hope for!” The pharmacist winked at her.
Trixie couldn’t be happier as she trotted toward the front of the store. On her way out, she cracked open the box, reading the instructions for the magic-based pregnancy test. Apparently, the small probe included was to be pressed against the base of her horn (or the equivalent area if it was being used by an earth-pony or unicorn), where it would take a thaumic reading of her overall magical field. According to the box, it would be able to tell right from the moment of conception if a new or separate magical field was growing within the test-taker. Without hesitation, Trixie pressed the probe against her horn for a few moments, until the device pinged at her, indicating it had received enough of a thaumic sample too begin its analysis.
Eagerly, Trixie looked down at the probe, hoping to see a reading immediately.
“Oh sweetheart - it takes about an hour for the test to complete!” The pharmacist called from the other side of the store, where she’d been watching what Trixie had been doing.
Trixie groaned and stuffed the probe into her saddlebag, firing a wave at the kindly pharmacist, before trotting out of the pharmacy into the bright sun.
“Trixie! Is that you?” Trixie heard a voice call from just to her right. An orange mare rose from her seat at the nearby outdoor cafe. “Hi sweetie! Wow, we weren’t supposed to meet until later for dinner tonight! What a coincidence my little moon-star! Come over here and give me a hug!
“Mom!?”
“You’re looking amazing my little moon-star! I love what you’re doing with your hair!” Dandy Lion giggled, holding up a strand of her daughter’s silvery blue hair with her magic.
Trixie whined, not happy with the looks she was getting from other ponies in the street. “Mooooom! The Great and Powerful Trixie does no-”
“Trixie. What have I told you about using third-person in conversation?” Dandy scolded her daughter, shooting her a firm glance that only a mother could… a keen glare peeking out from under her blonde locks.
Trixie grumbled and shrank, quickly feeling like she had reverted to her 13-year old self. “S-sorry mom. I don’t like it when you make such a scene in public.”
Dandy Lion chuckled, glomping her reticent daughter with a big hug. “Well too bad my little magic-bum! How often do I get to see you these days with my work in Vanhoover and you permanently set-up in Ponyville? I have to make up for lost time.”
Trixie sighed and shook her head with a roll of her eyes, giving in to eager hug and returning it with just as much affection. Moms would be moms.
“What brings you out to Las Pegasus anyway, mom?” Trixie asked, once they broke their hug and resumed their trot down the bustling streets of downtown Las Pegasus. “You didn’t mention in your letter, and I can’t imagine that there is very much horticultural activity in such a desert-y city.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised sweetie! Desert flora is quite fascinating!” Dandy Lion grinned, “...but that isn’t why I’m here.” Dandy Lion’s bright and welcoming smile faltered slightly. Trixie could tell that her mom was trying to come up with a way to broach a difficult subject.
“What is it mom? You can tell me!” Trixie nudged her mother’s shoulder with a little wink as she began to tease the beautiful middle-aged mare. “Have you met a cute stallion? …Trixie certainly did last night.”
“Sweetie, you’re third-personing again.” Dandy Lion scolded out of habit. “...But good for you! You’ll have to introduce me before you head back home! I hope it isn’t some fling… I want you to get good and married and stuffed with foals! Your mom would like to be a grandmother, Trixie.”
“MOM!”
“What? You’d be surprised what getting knocked up does for your complexion, sweetie! And your teats swell so nicely too…”
Trixie shook her head with a knowing smirk. She’d always been very open and honest with her mother, always been close to her as she grew up, so Trixie had never felt the need to filter out anything embarrassing about her personal life. “No… but… well, Trixie hopes this stallion will lead to something special. He certainly rocked my world last night, mom.” Trixie blushed a little bit. “I have to say: I feel like I could marry him just for his… well…” Trixie coughed as her face growing brighter and brighter… maybe there were some things it was hard to talk about with one’s mother.
Dandy Lion wasn’t going to let such a golden opportunity to rib her daughter, giving her a little hip check before starting to tease her. “Oh my, this fellow is THAT impressive, hm?” Dandy chuckled, “That reminds me of my time with your father. Now that you’re a little older, I don’t mind telling you that he had the most amazing stallionhood - he could stretch me out even more than when I gave birth t-”
“MOM.” Trixie blushed, cutting her mother off. “Too much information! Vague generalities only, please!”
Dandy Lion laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh please, we’re both grown mares now sweetie. But… I bet this fellow you’re taken with has a ‘big banana’... and he knows how to use it?” Seeing Trixie sigh and nod, Dandy went on. “Like mother like daughter I suppose… a preference for large studs must run in our genes.” She shook her head. “Don’t make the mistake I did though, kiddo… there’s more to a stallion than the size of his prize.”
Trixie nodded in agreement, looking at her mother. “Mmmhmm of course, mom…” She thought about it a moment longer, “...but I thought you always said that my father was a good stallion, and even a good dad to me when I was younger.”
“Oh he was, honey.” Dandy Lion smiled. “But ultimately he had to choose his cutie-mark’s calling over a family, and I didn’t want you having to travel to a different city every week… so we made a clean break when you were still a very young filly.” Dandy Lion sighed softly, her face falling again. “Actually honey…. that’s why I’m here, your father is working in Las Pegasus now long-term, and I wanted to reach out to him and reconnect.”
Trixie was stunned, trying to process the information. “My father lives here now?” Trixie’s grin started to form again as a fun thought entered her head. “Mom… Are you…. Are you looking to rekindle the old flame, mom?”
“Who me? No… no!” Dandy blushed and giggled. “I’m past needing that kind of thing in my life, honey… besides, I’m sure he has some pretty young filly hanging off his side - what with his special talent.”
“Mom!” Trixie laughed, swatting at her mother. “First off: ew! Second: there is no other mare on this planet that can compare to your beauty.”
Dandy laughed and winked at her daughter. “Except you, moon-bum.”
Trixie and Dandy burst out laughing on the street corner, the pair taking a good half-minute to collect themselves before Trixie cleared her mirthful eyes and addressed her mother. “Mom… I… I would like to meet him. I only have the vaguest of memories of him. I think it would be good to actually meet the stallion who swept you off your hooves.”
Dandy Lion’s nervousness seemed to melt away. “Really honey!? Oh I’m so happy to hear you say that! That’s what I was hoping you’d want! I would love for you two to meet.”
Trixie nodded, “So when are you supposed to see this mystery stallion?”
“Any moment now actually!” Dandy Lion looked around over her shoulder, “We were supposed to meet at this cafe for brunch right about now. I’d actually told him that you might be in town. He seemed to eager to reconnect with you as well! Oooh, this is so exciting!” Dandy Lion pranced on her hooftips as she looked down toward one end of the street.
Trixie smiled toward her mother, happiness building in her stomach as well. What a perfect weekend! First she found the love of her life, now she would meet her long-lost father? What could possibly go wrong?
Trixie felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see the big blue and silver-maned stallion from her wild night of passion: Jackpot. It seemed like he was a bit confused to see her there, but he had a big smile on his face. What a perfect opportunity! She could introduce him to Dandy Lion after all! Maybe she could even introduce him to her long-lost father!
Trixie nuzzled into Jackpot’s muscular chest and tapped her mother on the flank. “Mom, I wanted to introduce you to-”
“Jackpot!” Dandy Lion beamed, as she spun around and saw the pair of Trixie and Jackpot behind her.
Trixie’s mind began to spin. ‘Something’s wrong here.’
“Dandy?” Jackpot asked. “Why are you with…”
‘Oh no.’ Trixie felt her mind starting to put the puzzle pieces together, felt the floor beginning to fall out of her world. ‘Oh no!’
At first, Dandy Lion’s face looked slightly confused before it brightened considerably. “Oh Trixie, honey! You were playing me all along!”
‘NO! It couldn’t be!’ Trixie felt her heart starting to pound, her breath begin to hyperventilate. ‘OH CELESTIA NO!’
“Ah, I see you’ve met your father!” Dandy Lion beamed. Trixie jerked back, jumping away from the studly chest she had just been snuggling against. “I was planning on introducing you two later!”
Trixie’s mind could now only think one thing:
‘Buck.’