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The Entertainer’s New Clothes By Shakespearicles
Streaker(s) EQG The Great and Powerful Trixie

Trixie Lulamoon needed something new for her act in the Canterlot High School talent show. As Arthur C. Clarke famously put, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” The exponential advancement of technology in past two decades had narrowed the gap between technology and magic considerably.

In the Information Age, it was all too easy for anyone to simply look up how to do any number of ‘magic’ tricks. Quite in fact, there were very few true magicians left in the entertainment world now that it had been wrought asunder by the cruel cynicism of the modern audience. But Trixie didn’t want some mere ‘trick’.

“Tricks are something that a prostitute does!” she would often say. “The Great and Powerful Trixie performs grand magical feats and illusions to astound and amaze!”

But she in search of neither trick or illusion. She sought real magic. And there was only one whom she had heard, from a friend of a friend, who knew where she might be able to find such power.

Superintendent Discord.

~~~~~

The way to Superintendent Discord’s office was fraught with peril. It lay in the secluded west wing of Canterlot High School. Nary Principal Celestia nor Vice Principal Luna would venture forth under their own volition, unless summoned by one of his dreaded E-Mails.

Subject Line: We need to talk

Trixie, however, was in her most-desperate hour. She needed real magic, and he was her only hope. She walked down the long hallway to his office. Many of the lights no longer functioned, leaving it dark and creepy. The few that still functioned, did so only partially, flickering intermittently, causing a strobe effect that one would only normally see in cheesy sci-fi horror movies.

At last, braving the dark, unkempt hallway, she arrived in front of the door of the office of Superintendent Discord, scrawled on the glass of the door’s frosted window. Trixie rapped her knuckles on the door.

Knock Knock

“~Enter~” A low, ominous voice echoed from within. The door slowly opened before her. Trixie nervously stepped into the office. Inside, the color schemes seemed to clash with one another. The frame of the room looked somewhat ajar, converging in the corners at anything but right-angles. Everything was askew. Behind the crooked desk was a crooked chair with its back to her. It turned slowly with a slow, agonizing creak. Until at last she stood facing a crooked man with a crooked smile. A smile framed by the white whiskers of his goatee. It matched the white of the hair on his temples, fading grey into the dark brown on top. His eyes were jaundiced yellow from unchecked alcohol abuse destroying his liver. His vice showed in his unkempt attire, a mismatched suit, with buttons misaligned. It matched the awry theme of the room.

“Welcome, young Lulamoon. I have been expecting you,” he said. “You’ll no longer be needing that.” He took her hall pass from her.

“Expecting me?” she asked.

“Why yes. It is my job to know all of the going-ons of this school.”

“Then you know why I am here,” she said. A low rumble of a laugh bubbled up from deep in his throat.

“Of course I do. You’ve come seeking... magical power.” He put emphasis into the last words.

“But is it true?” she asked. “Is it actually true that you know real magic? Not just simple illusions, or slight-of-hand. Real magic?” she asked. He didn’t answer right away.

“Hmm. I am curious, actually, how and from whom a self-absorbed, below-average illusionist received this rumor.”

“My secrets are my own.” Trixie said defensively.

“As are mine!” he spat. “Hmm. I have something you want to make a deal. So you must have something that I want, to make a deal.

“...”

“Well then, It seems we are at an impasse.” He tapped his finger on his desk impatiently. At last he stood from his chair. “I’m a very busy man, Miss Lulamoon, with a very important job,” he said. Behind him, his chair slowly started to float up from the floor, drifting higher into the room.

“What is that job, exactly? What does a superintendent even do?” Trixie asked.

“Why-” he grabbed the arm of the chair, pulling it back to the floor and sitting in it, “I make sure that this chair doesn’t float away! Now if there is nothing else, I’m sure you can find the door.” He began to turn away from her.

“Wait-” Trixie said. He paused. “It was Twilight Sparkle. She told me that you had real magic.”

“Sparkle?” he asked. He turned to a filing cabinet beside him, pulling out a drawer impossibly deeper than the cabinet itself. He flipped through the files. “She’s not on the school roster.”

“She’s a... foreign exchange student.”

“Interesting.”

“So do you have real magic or not?”

“I do.”

“May I have it for my magic show?” she asked.

“You may. But you will need my magic wand,” he said. Trixie looked around for it.

“Where is it?” she asked.

“Why, it’s in my pants, of course” he said with a sly grin. Trixie watched in anticipation as he reached into his pants and pulled out his magic wand. Trixie’s eyes went wide when she saw it.

“Oh my goodness. It’s so big,” Trixie panted.

“Do you like it?” he asked, holding it in his hand. She nodded. “Go on. You can touch it if you want.” Trixie reached out a wrapped her trembling fingers around it.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Yes. Just like that.” She held in in her hand with a firm grasp. It was big and black with a white tip.

It was a magic wand. Just a magic wand. Get you head out of the gutter you perv!

Trixie took the wand from him and held it, giving it a few practiced waves.

“Use this wand in your magic show and you will be able to wield real magic,” he said. “But I must warn you, magic can be a fickle mistress. It may not always work as you intend.”

“Thank you, Superintendent Discord,” she said.

“Now go forth, young Lulamoon!” He clenched his fist in triumph. “Go forth and SPREAD CHAOS! MUAHAHAHA!”

“What!?”

“I said, ‘good luck with your magic show’.”

“Oh, thank you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

On the night of the show Trixie was full of confidence. And caffeine. She lingered by the vending machine backstage drinking soda pop. She was jittery with excitement. She paced back and forth, going over her routine one last time in her mind. She felt a pang in her belly. She passed it off as butterflies in her stomach. But she knew how to handle stage fright.

Just imagine everyone naked.

“You’re on next,” Vice Principal Luna said as she walked by with her characteristic swagger in her luscious hips.

Trixie grinned and started imagining early.

“Up next,” Luna’s voice came over the loudspeaker, “The Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie strutted out onto the stage as her extravagant set pieces rolled into place behind her.

“Greetings my adoring fans!” she shouted to the crowd, “Prepare to be amazed by the Great and Powerful Trixie!” She was greeted by a smattering of applause from the crowd. Most had their heads down, looking at their phones, playing angry birds or something. Trixie carried on with the show.

“For my first trick, I shall pull a rabbit from my hat!” Trixie took off her hat and pulled a rabbit out of it. Everyone was thoroughly unimpressed.

“You suck!”

“Get off the stage!”

“Boooo-kill-yourself!”

“I’m sorry,” Trixie said, “but you want me... to no longer be alive... because I failed to impress you with a one trick?” Trixie took out the magic wand that she had been given. “Fine! Let me show you some REAL magic!” she shouted into the microphone.

In the back of the auditorium, a superintendent grinned.

“For her next trick, The Great and Powerful Trixie shall vanish before your very eyes!” She closed her eyes, waved the wand and struck herself with an invisibility spell. The magic hit her and everyone gasped.

‘Ha! That impressed them!’ she thought.

“HOLY SHIT! SHE’S NAKED!” someone shouted.

Trixie’s eyes shot open. It seemed that she had only managed to turn her clothes invisible. She could feel the fabric on her, but visibly, she was buck naked, on stage, in the spotlight, in front of the entire school. All at once, the stagnant crowd became a teeming sea of strobe lights as hundreds of phones began taking pictures of her standing there in the buff.

“AHHH!” Trixie shouted. She turned to run backstage but tripped over her cape that she could no longer see, falling face-first onto the stage. Her head hit the hardwood stage floor, dazing her. Her knees were caught up in the invisible fabric causing her ass to be propped up in the air behind her.

Photo Finish was still filming her from the broadcast film camera suite, situated on a raised platform the audience. Trixie looked up at the wall behind the stage to see that her big, blue ass was filling the jumbo-tron screen above her, and being broadcasted on local television. The fact that probably nobody was watching local access television gave her little comfort in that moment.

Out in the audience, Photo Finish gasped as she zoomed in, capturing “Da Magics!”. 2X. 4X. 8X... 64X! The telephoto lense extended, focusing in on Trixie’s exposed pussy to the point that the audience could almost tell if she was a virgin or not. The detailed lines of her smooth, puffy blue womanhood, parting slightly, revealing her pink, moist, innards, glistening in the hot spotlight. The image was seared into the enormous plasma screen.

“Nooo!” Trixie cried out. She struggled to get back to her feet and grabbed the wand to try to get the spell on her clothes to disappear. She waved the wand and struck her clothing with it with the spell in mind. But she only managed to make her cloths -actually- disappear. The sudden rush of air on her exposed body made her viscerally aware of her nudity. The cold air had other effects as well.

As she stood back up, the camera moved up from the view of the front of her moist slit, past the neatly-trimmed silver pubic hair, in the shape of a wand and crescent moon just above her clit. It settled now on her massive, jiggling breasts, bouncing freely without the restraint of her industrial-strength bra to hold them back. In the cool air, her nipples protruded from her dark areolas, hard and big as pencil erasers.

Trixie dropped the wand and tried in vain to cover her heaving jugs and pubic area with her hands as she tried to get backstage, off camera and out of sight. But her way was blocked by her elaborate backdrop walls. Cameras behind her continued to flash pictures of her supple, heart-shaped ass as she struggled at the fixtures, firmly in place. Back stage, the stage hands barely knew what was going on out there. They waited for her act to end before unsecuring the panels. She was trapped on stage.

She looked back at the massive room of people. Far in the back of the room was her last hope of sanctuary. The light of the Girls Room glowed from the back wall of the room in the dark past the crowd. She had only one choice left. To run in a dead sprint up the middle aisle to hide in a stall until someone could bring her some clothes or at least a blanket.

She turned and dug in her heel and took off toward the edge of the stage.

And then the Great and Powerful Tripsy tripped over the microphone cord and accidently threw herself out into the crowd. The onlookers caught her, but mistook the move for a stage-dive and carried her, naked, hand over hand above them as everyone cheered, drowning out her pleas for release.

In the dark, she couldn’t see who was below her. But she could feel their hands everywhere, grabbing and groping her all over. Her ass and breasts got the most attention, getting squeezed and fondled. Her nipples got pinched and tweaked like radio dials being adjusted. A few of the more brazen assailants grabbed her right by the pussy, running their fingers along her wet slit and probing a finger or two inside. It was mortifyingly embarrassing.

At last, she reached the back of the crowd and flopped onto the floor. She landed more or less on her bare feet but tumbled to the floor. The impact brought on a fresh urgency. The flutter in her tummy that she had felt earlier had not been from figurative stagefright butterflies in her stomach. It was all the soda pop she had drank before the show.

She got back to her feet and ran for the Girls Room as fast as she could. It was locked with a sign that said ‘out of order’. She yelled in frustration and ran to the next door over. She shoved the door open and ran inside the Boys Room past the row of urinals and kicked in the door of the lone stall.

Flash Sentry sat there on the toilet. Her violent entrance had literally scared the crap out of him. But seeing Trixie standing there before him, naked, he couldn’t complain.

“GET OFF!” She shouted at him.

“I AM getting off,” he said with a devious smile as he tried to grab dick. She reached in and grabbed him with both hands by his popped collar and threw him across the bathroom. He smashed his face on a stainless steel sink fixture. “My face! My beautiful face! Ruined! And right before Picture Day!” He ran out of the bathroom with blood pouring from his nose.

Trixie dove into the stall, locked the door behind her, and flushed Flash Sentry’s splash entry. She huddled on the toilet seat, cold and naked. The door opened to the bathroom. Trixie could hear the footsteps of unmatching shoes clicking across the tile floor. They knocked on her stall.

“Occupied!” she said through her tears.

“I have something for you,” she heard Superintendent Discord say. Under the stall door, she could see him holding some clothes for her. She opened the door. Discord took in the sight of her sitting there on the toilet lid. She reached out for the clothes. “Ah ah ah!” he said, pulling them away from her outstretched hands. Her arms went back to covering her breasts and crotch. “I have something you want to make a deal. So you must have something I want to make a deal. My Wand? If you’re concealing it, you may want to stand up.”

“Trixie left it up on the stage!” Trixie cried.

“Tsk, tsk. Just abandoning powerful magical instruments like that? Well? Go get it!”

“Please give me the clothes first!” she begged.

“No no. How will you learn your lesson then?” he asked. He snapped his fingers and the clothes he had been holding vanished. “Go on!” he said, pointing to the doorway. “Bring back my wand and the clothes will be waiting here for you.” Trixie glared at him and then sprinted out the door.

On stage, Principal Celestia was trying to calm the crowd.

“Students, students please! Calm down!” she pleaded. But it was to no avail. The camera equipment was malfunctioning, stuck in instant-replay mode, showcasing the last thirty second of the magic show, and Trixie’s nudity. It was too late anyway. The damage had been done. For many of the boys, it was the first time they had ever seen boobs in real life. The teenagers had lost their minds. It was a scene from Revelations. Celestia’s pleas were drowned out by the audible sounds of fapping throughout the audience.

“Take off your top!” came a deranged shout from the crowd. Celestia cringed retreated from the edge of the stage.

“It’s Trixie!” came another shout.

The spotlight abandoned Principal Celestia, and moved to the center aisle. It landed on Trixie once again, running full-tilt buck naked up the aisle. The sounds of fapping rose in volume to a fever pitch as she reached the stage and bent over to grab the wand.

“Trixie!” the crowd shouted.

Trixie turned to run back up the aisle. But the parting in the Red Sea was beginning to vanish. As she ran back down the aisle, the two hordes of fapping boys on either side slowly closed in on her. As she ran, she could see the mob drawing nearer, slowly, awkwardly, walking like penguins, with their pants around their ankles.

In the boys room, Discord snapped the clothes back into existence and set them on the counter. He looked at himself in the mirror and fluffed the hair on his chin. He listened to the fresh hoots and hollers coming from the auditorium as Trixie made her encore sprint back up and down the aisle to retrieve the wand from the stage. She made good time.

Trixie reappeared in the boys room doorway, huffing, panting, and fuming mad, wand in hand. Her ass had red handprints from the crowd she had ran past. She barred the door with the bathroom mop handle. Outside, the mob of horny boys clawed at the door, moaning and fapping just on the other side.

From the stage, Vice Principal Luna and her sister had donned their ventilators and brandished twin M32 Grenade Launchers, each fitted with a six-round drum loaded with CS tear gas.

“I knew this day would come,” Luna muttered into her gas mask. She nodded to her sister and they each pulled the triggers, launching the riot grenades into the horny, fapping horde, emptying the drums and dispersing the mob with the tear gas, sparing the occupants of the bathroom.

“Ah, my wand,” Discord said, to Trixie. “And as promised, your clothes.” He motioned to the clothing, folded neatly on the counter. “I must say, that was almost impressive, for a self-absorbed, below-average illusionist,” he said, picking his teeth in the mirror.

“Oh, not impressed!?” she said. She flung a spell at him, making his own clothing disappear. Before he could even react, she grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed his head into the counter. “How about a magic trick?” she growled from behind his prostrated form, “I’m gonna make this wand... disappear!”