The Canterlot Inn was fairly close to the train station. It was modestly sized compared to some of the other buildings around – halfway between a motel and a hotel – but it had much of the same grand aesthetics as everything else, including lots of the color purple. Canterlot was a city of purple, white, blue, and a smattering of green; all bright and pastel. For how deeply urban it was, the city also wanted you to know how 'pony' it was too.

And of course, the ponies we passed by were all universally busty and beautiful or well-built and studly. Only, in this town, the outfits trended towards more expensive fashions. All of which still conformed to their impossibly sexual bodies, but every one of them was used to this and determined not to let that stop them from making an impression. And I was quite impressed.

There wasn't much conversation between Trixie and I, mostly because she was taking in the sights just as much as I was. She said at one point that she did not come to the capital city often, and it had been perhaps years since her last true visit. So in that moment, we were both equally starstruck tourists.

When we got to the Inn, and as a bellhop offered to help carry Trixie's many bags up to her room, I made a beeline straight for the front desk. A lean stallion in the Inn's royal purple uniform greeted me with a customer service smile.

"I'm human," I started before he could say anything. "I was wondering if you could upgrade my friend Trixie's accommodations."

Without missing a beat, the stallion went to his record book and flipped through it a few times. "That's Trixie Lulamoon, correct? Yes, she's, ah, booked for a standard room, but we've got some availability for both a princess room or an annex suite."

I looked back at Trixie, who was watching the conversation with some interest. "Let's just go with the princess room. And the upgrade's free for the human's sake, right?"

"Of course. I'll modify the registry right away. Thank you for your business, Mr…?"

"Pascal."

"I hope you and your friend enjoy your stay, Mr. Pascal."

Trixie and I followed the bellhop and the luggage into a service elevator. The magician gave me a curious look as the doors closed. "I would have been just fine with the room I paid for. Not that I'm complaining, but was that necessary? I thought…"

She trailed off, but I figured she meant using my power in that way, rather than just for sex. "Even that helps a little bit," I replied. "As long as it's something that wouldn't normally happen."

"I see." Trixie thought for a moment, processing this information. "But… Hmm. I guess it would be tiring to ask for more and more free things for five hours. Or any other sort of mundane oddity."

I just nodded in agreement. If I was going to push back the Normal, sex was unfortunately the way to go. It was the most unusual method… as well as the most fun.

We arrived on one of the upper floors, and were led into one of the fancier, more spacious rooms of the Inn. The main feature was a queen-sized bed (I still had a feeling they were called 'princess-sized' here) but there was more furniture to the side for relaxing, a private bathroom, and an impressive balcony with a view of… well, the building across the street.

The bellhop set down the luggage next to the bed, gave Trixie the key to the room, and left politely. Which just left Trixie and me in the room, alone. In private. My heart started beating a little faster.

Trixie smirked, and was the first of us to speak after a moment of silence. "Well, that's it. Trixie agreed to be your public sex slave." She took a couple of steps toward me, her hips swaying deliberately. "How would you like this to go? Do you want to be called master?"

I swallowed. "That would be a good start," I admitted.

"Of course, master," she said with a grin, clearly enjoying her effect on me. "Anything else? I'll do a lot better if I know what kind of slave you're looking for. Do you want something more … demure, or just a personal whore?"

I let out a short breath, quietly marveling at the situation. "I… Basically, what I need… is for you to be active. Encouraging. I'm going to be plenty of a horndog enough, but I'm… I'm going to hesitate. I need you to… to be even more so. To push me further and help get me laid as much as possible."

Such selfishness should have put her off, but she took it all in and nodded her head at every point made. She took another step forward, the cups of her vest just inches away from my chest. She was just a little bit taller than me, and most of that was in her long, shapely legs. "So… a slut, and a voyeur. Thinking of your pleasure first."

"If that's… okay," I mumbled as I looked just a little up at her, momentarily losing my nerve.

"As long as you don't play this shy game all day," Trixie said bluntly. "Being a slave is no fun if her master hasn't the spine to do anything." She reached for my hand and placed it on the side of her breast with a quiet 'smack,' sending her cleavage a-jiggle.

I couldn't suppress the way the corner of my mouth lifted ever so slightly. A bundle of nervous energy was building inside me, at the thought of this sexy mare being so open with me. "I guess… if there's any time to be dominant, against my better nature… this is that time."

"Like right now," Trixie said in a sultry voice. While my hand lightly squeezed her tit, her other hand toyed with the cups of her magician's vest, threatening to lower it. "How about we start my career as a sex slave here? After all, I should get to know my master sexually if I'm to service him… shouldn't I…?"

Her performance was flooring me. "You're doing a great job," I said quietly.

An evil smile crossed her features. "Good. This is my first time being somepony's slave. Usually it's the other way around, more or less…"

I was a little surprised. "What's your experience? With… this?"

"Three stallions and a mare. Ponies I rendered starstruck with my ego and performance, before… before Ponyville." Her confidence faltered for a moment, but she soldiered on. "The Trixie of the past was more than happy to let her 'superfans' service her, discreetly and in total submission to her."

"Hmm. So do you see this as part of your continuing penance?" I wondered aloud with a devilish smirk, leaning in. "Being someone else's slave rather than dominating your own?" Going with the flow, I started to leave a trail of kisses on the bare skin along her neck, shoulder, and clavicle.

She moaned and writhed, her body grinding against mine. "Y-Yes… I don't know why, but something about that… turnabout really appeals to me…"

I was about to rip that vest right off her body, but then I felt a tingle in the back of my mind. The Normal was very slowly starting to push back. I pulled away from her, leaving her flushed and lightly sweating, and muttered, "Not here."

Trixie let out a frustrated whine as the warmth of my body left hers.

"If I'm going to… break you in," I said next, "it's gotta be somewhere public. We gotta make a scene."

"F-Fine. Let's get outside." Trying not to look too hurried, Trixie turned around and made her way towards the door.

I admired her tail and sexy ass for a second, and then said, "Hold up. First… Well, are you terribly attached to that outfit? Do you have any spares? For, say, the hat and cape?"

Trixie turned back around, took off her hat, and looked over both starry garments. "The wizard's hat and cape are Trixie's signature. Yes, obviously I have spares, but the ones with these patterns are still custom, and…" She sighed, letting go of her urgency. "Yes, I am rather attached to these. For personal reasons. I have an alternate set with no patterns – a cheap backup. Thank you for asking."

"Good. Change into that. Also… It's fairly temperate outside, right? No need for heavy clothing?"

The magician set one box of luggage on the bed and started magically searching through her clothes. "I would say so. Though my outfit is hardly what I'd call heavy. I have a different cloak for bad weather."

I smirked even wider. "Well, here's why I asked: I want you to go completely naked, EXCEPT for your hat and cape."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide for a second. Her shocked look didn't seem rooted in indignation or shame, but rather… some element of desire. Her light blush was back, and as she fished out a purple, patternless hat and cape, the buttons of her vest magically came undone one by one.

The only garment obstructing my view of her boobs was lowered soon after. I'd seen them before when she was titfucking me, but I'd been focused on other things at the time. Now I was able to admire them with my full attention.

Without the generous support of her outfit, the two blue mammaries fell into more natural rounded shapes – that were still each more than a foot in diameter. She was somewhere between Applejack and Pinkie Pie in size, and of course beyond my limited knowledge of cup sizes. All I could tell was that they were huge and round and lacking in any unattractive sag. And her nipples; those were especially thick compared to other ponies, and proudly stiff at that.

Once the upper part of her outfit was removed, then came her shoes and stockings, then her underwear. Her waist was somewhat thin, giving her a curvy figure when combined with her wide, childbearing hips. Her ass was bubbly and firm, her pussy was full and pronounced. Her thighs, calves – her whole legs were just a little bit thick but extremely well defined, shaped to perfection. The rest of her was big and hourglassed just the way I liked, but Trixie's lower half was enough to make me a leg man for a second.

There was a moment where Trixie was completely nude before me, her sky blue mane framing her face in a more humble way than her hat had. Her usual confidence and poise were forgotten, and she fidgeted under my scrutiny. But she didn't look uncomfortable. In fact, I could see a glistening of moisture between her legs.

"You're… I have to go out there… like this?" she asked quietly.

"Cape, hat… and shoes. That's it."

Trixie looked down at her change of clothes for a long moment. She reached out with her hands, not her magic, and picked up the patternless cape, taking a while to study it thoughtfully.

Then she tossed it aside. "Surely I don't need the cape." With a smirk, she twirled around and added, "Otherwise, how will ponies be able to see my naked rump?"

I had to admit, as she stood with her back to me and presented said rump, she had a point. Her blue ass was big and bubbly and firm but not obscenely big. Yet it was framed by her trim waist, waspish hips, and lusciously defined legs. Her lightly colored tail hid the juicier bits, but her cheeks and cutie marks were still proudly on display at just about every angle. Wearing a giant cape would completely hide it, though.

"Good point," I answered, grinning at her initiative. "Forget the cape. Just hat and shoes."

Trixie stepped into her boots and magicked her plain wizard's hat onto her head. She turned around to face me again, posing confidently with her tits and pussy bare. Her confidence returned, she was still just as much The Great and Powerful Trixie as she'd been before… but now much more lewd, and mine.

I rubbed my lips together, and found it necessary to wipe my mouth a little bit. I was on the verge of drooling. Trixie noticed and grinned wider, and I said, "I… wasn't expecting you to enjoy this."

"Neither was I," Trixie replied as she looked down over herself, twisting her hips this way and that. "But something today has me willing to try new things."

A realization hit me, and I wasn't as pleased as I expected to be. "It's the Normality. You don't have a problem with what I'm doing, which means you're open to enjoying it too."

Trixie considered this for a second. "True, but… Surely, if Trixie was fundamentally opposed to this, I could just be tolerating it instead?" She smiled, and her thighs rubbed together a bit. "Don't worry, my enjoyment is genuine. The chance to 'perform' this way is exciting in a… perverted sense."

"'Perverted' might as well be my middle name," I muttered. "Alright, we're ready. Let's go."

"If I can take care of one more thing, actually?"

"Okay. Make it quick."

Trixie took off her hat and levitated her room key and a number of other items from her luggage into the air. One by one, each thing fell into her hat and… apparently disappeared.

"Huh. Talk about the classics," I said.

"Well, if you're not going to let Trixie have pockets…" In a moment, the magic was complete, and Trixie just placed the hat back on her head like it wasn't carrying a dozen things. "Shall we?"

At last, we left the hotel room and locked the door behind us. There was no one else in the hall leading back to the elevator, so for the moment it was just me and Trixie walking along, the mare's tits bouncing beautifully with each step.

"You know, you could go naked as well," Trixie pointed out. "I wouldn't mind seeing what I have to work with."

I shook my head. "No, I like it this way. The master is clothed, the slave is nude. It leaves no question what your role is today. But I figure you'll be seeing the goods soon enough." Then I had a moment of self-consciousness. "Uh, and… I'm pretty well-hung for a human now, but… Apparently I'm still a ways behind even the average stallion. Just so you know."

We reached the elevator by this point. I pressed the button down to the lobby, and Trixie chuckled as the gate closed on us. "You have a sex slave now and you're getting performance anxiety?" She put on a look of mock surprise. "Oh no, the master won't be servicing his slave as much as she'll service him. Stop the presses!"

"Yeah, but…" I chuckled a bit. "I've come to really like a mare's pleasure. I don't think I'm bad at it, but… I'll be doing my best to make sure you enjoy this, too."

"I'm not that hard to please," Trixie said as the elevator came to a stop on the ground floor. "I don't think any mare is. Physically. There's just a lot of social stigma against… indulging."

"Well, we're going to make a dent in that stigma today," I muttered. "Because unfortunately, that's normal. And that's what's killing me."

The gates re-opened, and we started walking down the hall to the lobby.

"Am I being too… free, in the way I speak?" Trixie asked out of the blue. "You've let me be very open so far. I like it, but sometimes I don't feel very much a slave."

"No, it's good. I, uh, I need an accomplice first and a sex slave second, anyway. You having a free will about this is just what I need, so long as your goals are my goals for today." I paused, then added, "You could call me master a bit more often, though."

Trixie nodded. "Of course… master."

We exited into the main lobby of the Canterlot Inn. There were a few more ponies around now than when we'd left, which meant more and more eyes to see Trixie's glorious mostly-nudity.

As heads turned towards us, I hooked my arm around her bare waist and pulled her close, just to drive the message home that the reason she was naked was because she was mine. As the tops of her breasts hovered near my chin, I couldn't resist nuzzling into them, savoring the cool, soft skin-to-skin contact. And everypony saw it.

I could feel Trixie's reaction in my hands. She went stiff as all eyes landed on us, and adjusted herself slightly in response, steeling herself to handle the attention. And when no rebuke came, when ponies greeted us with slightly embarrassed politeness and looked away or just ignored us entirely, a shudder ran through her body, particularly through her pelvic muscles.

Trixie tilted her head down at me as I smiled and kept rubbing my cheek into her boobs. "Enjoying this?" she asked me. With a whisper, she added, "Because I am…"

I made a pleased little hum, and then stood up a little straighter, still keeping her close to me. "You seemed nervous before… but I guess there's an exhibitionist streak after all."

"It's mostly the outfit," Trixie remarked, keeping her eyes on me rather than the milling ponies around us. "Without it, I am merely Trixie Lulamoon. But with it, I am The Great and Powerful Trixie. Or in your case, The Slutty and Licentious Trixie."

"Everything's still about the performance, huh?"

"I live and breathe to have eyes on me. This is just… a new and unusual form. But one I am willing to explore." Her hands ran along my sides and drifted towards my waist. "Speaking of a 'performance'…"

Again, I hesitated and cooled off. "I think we can find a better place. Y'know, better than the lobby of a hotel, filled with strangers and families…"

Annoyance flickered across Trixie's face, but she relented. "Very well, master. Your call."

We started to make our way out of the Canterlot Inn, with Trixie still in the grasp of my arm. A few ponies were still watching us, no doubt trying to catch a glimpse of the rare nude mare without looking too obviously.

"Just one thing," Trixie said as we walked side by side. "Is this reluctance yours, or is it coming from the magic?"

I froze where I stood, and Trixie stopped next to me. At some point I'd lost track of where the Normal was, and now that I was thinking about it, the buzzing felt a bit dangerously closer than it had been before. Not nearly as present as it had been at the train station, but enough to create a niggling doubt in the back of my mind.

My free hand clenched into a fist and shook. Was this seriously my situation now? Could I no longer trust what few scruples I had left, for fear that it might give the Normal an opening? I had no idea whether it could affect my conscious thoughts at this level, but… the possibility was terrifying nonetheless.

"I'm sorry," Trixie apologized, noticing my internal struggle. "I did not mean…"

"No, you're right," I muttered back. I let go of her and turned to face her directly. "This is public enough. So let's get started."

Trixie's breath became shallow in anticipation, and I spent a long moment looking at her naked body, wondering how first to play with it.

At last, I said, "Spread your legs. And hold still." And I knelt down onto the marble floor.

Once comprehension dawned, an uncontrollable giggle passed through Trixie's body. "W-Wait, really?"

"Spread 'em," I repeated calmly, putting my hands on her bare calves.

Haltingly, Trixie shuffled her shoes to the sides until her puffy lips were in the middle of a thirty-degree angle, in full view of the rest of the lobby. Her half-chuckling, half-whimpering betrayed a pileup of conflicting emotions. "That… That doesn't seem very master-ish, er, dominant, is all I'm saying…!"

"Oh, that'll come later," I said with grim confidence. "But this is basically the last thing…" I had a momentary loss of words. "…on my… list of ways to sexually experiment, since, uh, losing my virginity just two nights ago. Maybe the most intimidating thing, besides pegging – which, by the way, is forever off the table."

Trixie chuckled and replied, "Noted, master." My explanation seemed to have calmed her down a bit. "So, what, you want Trixie to walk you through it?"

"No, I'd rather you let me fumble around with your body to my heart's content," I muttered, feeling snappy. "And if I happen to bring you to a mild orgasm in front of all these ponies, even better. How about you try sucking on your own tits as well? Just in case I'm terrible at this."

Trixie looked down at her own distant nipples, or at least tried. "It will be an effort… Are you really so concerned about this?"

I drew closer to her snatch, noticing in the process that, like every other impossibly sculpted pony with flawless skin and exaggerated sexualities I'd seen, there wasn't so much as a hint of hair down there. "Yeah, I'm nervous, alright? My…"

At that moment, as I trailed off, I realized that my rambling was only an excuse to postpone the path I'd just chosen. So without any further warning, I leaned in, craned my head back, attached my mouth to Trixie's pussy, and started to… explore.

My tongue started by passing over the edge of her labia and the puffy skin surrounding it. She was already a little damp, probably from the exhibitionism, so I got a hint of her taste right off the bat. I was scared I wouldn't like it, and… It turned out fine. The little bits of juices I could gather on my tongue were sweet, sticky, and just a little bit… 'blue?' I couldn't pinpoint the flavor, but it tasted how her skin color looked. I had no better explanation than that.

While I did this, I could hear her moaning above me. She'd spent a few seconds groping her boobs into position, sort of folding one back so she could maneuver the nipple towards her mouth, and now she was sucking and licking away. Once she propped that breast up with her arm, her other hand started to play with the other nipple.

With my hands on her legs and my mouth on her most sensitive parts, I could feel exactly how pleasurable she found all this. Every twitch that passed down through her core and between her legs budged against my mouth.

The first baby step was complete, so now it was time for part two. I stuck my tongue forward and used the tip to penetrate her folds. In a moment of boldness, I stuck it as far inside as I could.

I was struck by a cacophony of new sensations, but eventually I grasped that I was being squeezed by this hot, wet, tender bundle of flesh in a totally different way. And the taste from before was now everywhere, overpowering. Like drinking light blue syrup.

Once I was used to having my tongue in there, I stopped and panicked. I had no idea what to do now. Trixie was squirming, even more now that I had paused, and I was now in charge of her sexual release. I was also pretty damn hard in my pants. But what was next, beyond just sticking my bits in there?

This was what terrified me. That when the time came when I had to please a woman, I'd either hate it or be awful at it, and the rest of my sexual life would be doomed to one-sidedness that would lead to resentment from my partner. Maybe not exactly rational, but rationality got thrown through a plate-glass window several days ago, and – holy shit, was I still thinking about this?!

I flicked my tongue around wildly, even as I got buffeted by Trixie's inner walls in the progress. I'd heard about going through the alphabet, but I didn't want to shamefully try a technique I'd only heard about on the internet on my first try. Nor was I in any shape to start unraveling the mystery of the G-spot. No, I had to find the clitoris, right? Once I found that, I could…

Oh, there it was.

"Ngaaah!"

A little bigger than I expected. Was it supposed to be this plump?

Acting entirely on instinct at this point, I dug my mouth deeper against her skin and sucked against the top part of her sex, using my tongue to flick the large nub of flesh I'd found under the hood. This went very well. Trixie's legs shuddered in my hands, and I could clearly hear her moan into her own tit.

Okay, now I had the confidence to just fuck around. I swirled my tongue in circles, pulled back and gave a few forceful licks to her outer lips, then dove back in and just thrashed around chaotically, making sure to pay attention to her clit every once in a while. My hands rubbed their way up her thighs and towards her firm butt, so I could squeeze her from behind and push her into me.

Something bumped against my arm, and I was vaguely aware of a pony mumbling, "Oops, sorry," as they walked by, but I was too lost in this newfound realm of sensation to care.

I was starting to have a really good time. Her taste was pleasant, almost flavorful, and the sensation of licking her inner walls was… compelling on some level I didn't truly comprehend yet. The texture of her against my tongue, the very living-ness of her down there, was a feast for the senses I was just beginning to discover.

But my favorite part had to be Trixie's pleasure; the many little clues that told me exactly how well I was doing down there. The magician was still lewdly nursing on her own breasts, but I could clearly hear her little squeaks and moans when I thrust my tongue around, as well as her cries of delight when I gave her sensitive knob some attention. Her sex clenched, her legs struggled to maintain her balance. She was almost leaning against me for support at this point. There was a helpless quality to her that helped my arousal along more than anything else, knowing I'd put her in this state.

In fact, as I decided to try utterly going to town on her slightly oversized clitoris, I thought it seemed like she was about to…

Several things happened at once. My tongue was constricted over and over, and my tongue got squeezed in an awkward and slightly painful way. Her legs kicked a little, throwing her off balance and further into me – pushing my body back so she was now standing slightly hunched over me. And finally, my mouth was swiftly drenched in waves of sticky femcum. Some of which I tried to swallow on reflex, but the aforementioned tongue-squeezing and shift of balance distracted me enough that I coughed and sputtered, the rest of her emissions ending up on my chin and my chest.

I pulled my head back, a few sticky lines connecting my face to her snatch for a few seconds before they dripped down. I could see her outer lips twitch a few more times, shiny with my saliva and her cum. There was actually less fluid than it had seemed now that I was looking at it, but I had taken the brunt of the orgasm.

Trixie gave her upraised tit a few more sucks, and then with a loud 'smack' let it bounce back to its natural formation. She looked down at me, panting for breath, her cheeks flushed with a rosy color, and I just grinned back like an idiot, the lower half of my face wet with the evidence of our act.

And still, despite being basically in the central walking path of the lobby, nopony bothered us or was making this more of a scene than it already was. Ponies either watched with polite curiosity or moved on with their business. It was fantastic.

I finally looked down at myself to see more of the damage, and saw that the neck of my shirt was now very visibly stained. "Drat, didn't bring a change…" I said to break the tension, then licked my sticky lips.

It was time to add 'good-tasting female ejaculate' to the list of positive pony sexual characteristics, if Trixie was any indication. I was no expert, obviously, but I figured it wasn't supposed to be this sweet. On top of everything else, I wasn't exactly surprised anymore, but it was more evidence that the physical sexualization of these ponies, whatever the cause or purpose, was thorough. They were ideal for cunnilingus, even for a nervous virgin who'd never done it before.

Trixie's horn glowed, along with my chin and shirt, and suddenly I was dry and clean. She did the same to her inner thighs. My mouth was still a bit sticky, but otherwise we were fine.

"Not bad…" Trixie half-gasped out, stepping away from me and righting her posture.

I slowly got to my feet. "Yeah… for an inexperienced guy like me, that could've gone a hell of a lot worse. Thanks for, uh…"

"Being your first?" Trixie said, rolling her eyes a little but smiling. "Like Trixie was putting herself at some kind of risk by getting eaten out? Please, Pascal. You're making this far more significant than it has to be."

I looked around at the ponies in the lobby. "I'd argue, but… that attitude works perfectly today."

As I scanned the room, I noticed that more mares than stallions were paying extra attention to us. Some of them were focused on me with appreciative looks. Others were switching between me and kind of staring at their significant others meaningfully, as though I'd set an example of what they wanted tonight.

Trixie chuckled. "So do you feel better, master? She kids, but Trixie thinks she understands now why this was such a big deal to you."

"I don't wanna suck in the bedroom and die alone," I deadpanned. "Yeah, I'm glad to know that's less likely now." I swallowed again, getting the last of her taste down my throat. "And I can get into cunnilingus now. I don't know if it's my favorite, but you mares make it worth it."

"Would it be different with human females?"

"Hell if I know. I'd always assumed it depended on the person, depended on diet, etcetera. But I figured bitter or tart was the norm, for uh… for cum, and… you were kind of sweet."

Trixie smirked. "Well, Trixie is glad she could advance your sexual knowledge either way." Her smirk changed into a full grin as she looked down at my crotch. "Would you like Trixie to return the favor?"

A few days ago, I would have been very nervous about asking for oral sex in public, even in the interest of fairness. I was still a bit tense now, but today was all about exercising confidence. "Absolutely."

I walked around to one of the lobby couches, thankfully vacant at that moment, and sat on the back edge of the furniture. Trixie followed me, unbuttoning my jeans with her magic. "Oh, I see," she noted sarcastically, "when it's me I 'spread 'em,' but when it's you you get a seat. I see how it is."

She was joking, but I found it amusing for a different reason. "Of course that's how it is. One, you're my slave today, and two, I needed to make a scene."

"I know, I know," Trixie replied playfully. She moved to kneel down, but before she did, she lifted her hat with her magic and levitated a small cushion out of it, in order to place it on the hard tile as a rest for her knees.

I was actually quite surprised by what could only be her foresight. "You sure, uh, came prepared."

"A prepared slave is a comfortable slave," the magician said smugly.

My semi-hard cock and oversized balls were freed from their confines, and a field of pink magic surrounded them. As my semi-hard package was released, Trixie's nose twitched and her eyes dilated a little bit. Her magic grip disappeared, and Trixie brought up her hands to stroke it lightly. My hips twisted in response – I found her gentle touch very pleasing.

She looked up at me, then back down to my member. "Trixie assumes, at this point, you are sick of ponies talking about the… differences…?"

I let out another groan and gave her my best indifferent shrug. "Only when it comes to size…"

"It is not so bad in that department," Trixie commented. She started using a mix of her magic and her hands to stroke every part of my cock and testicles. "About the size of a teenage colt who's just received his cutie mark. Though if you want to get enhanced…"

"No go," I muttered, not in the mood for more complex speech. "Grow-magic hurts me." At that moment, though, a thought occurred to me about what she'd just said. "Wait, wait. How would you know…?"

The flush of red on Trixie's face, which had abated slightly, made a return. "W-Well, teenage stallions still have problems with control, sometimes. It… It's hard not to notice when that happens."

I grinned. "If there's more of a story there, you can tell me. I want to know about you, Trixie."

Trixie didn't get calmer, nor did she get any more nervous or agitated. But she looked just a little bit more aroused. "I told you I…" She composed herself and assumed an air of smug confidence. "Trixie – the boastful Trixie of old, that is – had taken lovers before, but she was always the dom. She targeted stallions and mares who were extra-enamored with her performance, and… well, seduced the hell out of them."

"Makes, ah, sense…"

"The Great and Powerful Trixie had a need for pure worship, you see – in all forms. So when a starstruck, willing pony was invited to her bed for a night of passion… their pleasure was secondary to hers. Maybe even tertiary, if that's even possible."

She focused intensely on my cock, which was definitely rock-hard now, and rubbed it slower, with more force. "Trixie's favorite trick was to bring a stallion to the brink with her hands, her magic, her mouth…" For a brief moment, she stopped and pulled her hands away, and her horn went dark. My dick just throbbed, stabbing out into the lobby air pleadingly. "…and then, thoroughly teased, they would be forced to earn their orgasm through a night's worth of pussy-licking."

I grinned, just a little uneasily. "But… you're not going to do that to me, right…?"

"Of course not." Her hands and her magic went back to work, running up and down my hard dick gently. "Trixie is your slave today. For once, her pleasure is merely a perk, not a requirement." She smirked, and she wiggled her hips. Her thighs rubbed together, and her tender, moist cunt made a quiet squishing sound. "Not that Trixie is worried about denial, being in the service of such a… 'generous' master…"

"Yeah… We already got the pussy-licking out of the way." I took a moment to adjust my posture. "So, what about the teenager?"

Trixie stopped her ministrations and looked very embarrassed all of a sudden. "Huh?! N-No. There is no story there. Not at all."

Smirking, I thrust my hips to remind her of her current task. "C'mon, Trixie. Tell me. As long as it's me, no one's going to care."

"Well…" Trixie briefly looked around at the other ponies in the lobby, just to make sure no one was too interested in what we were doing. "Alright. One time… Trixie did not seduce and bed a teenage colt, but Trixie did… tease him a bit."

I savored her next-to-nude body. "Tease, you say."

"A few smoldering looks, an 'accidental' nipple slip… Just enough to make him lose control and get erect in his trousers." Her face almost radiated warmth from the blush she was putting on. "Trixie almost considered giving him a sexual experience he wouldn't forget… but reconsidered, and left it at that."

I thought about asking what the rules were when it came to 'adulthood' in a world where everyone at that age was in the middle of growing into sex-god proportions… but that felt like a gray area I didn't want to dive into at the moment. I had my cock out and a sexy, busty, leggy Trixie to deal with.

"So what you're saying is…" I reached down and lightly touched the sides of her head with my fingers. My dick was pointed at her muzzle. "…you've been a bad filly."

Understanding broke on Trixie's face, followed by a look of genuine deference. "...Yes, master," she said quietly, with just the slightest tinge of need. "I… The Trixie of the past still has so much to answer for. Please. Please… punish Trixie. Use her as you see fit!"

As much as it seemed appropriate to just start facefucking her at that point, I started out by gently slipping my cock between her lips and pushing in at a steady pace. Her mouth stretched a little to encompass my girth, and soon the first few inches of me were engulfed in warm wetness. My hands moved from the sides of her head to the top, running one through her mane and reaching for one of her pony ears with the other.

The blue horse-like ear twitched as my fingers brushed against it. I gave it a little scratch, a little rub, and Trixie made an appreciative moaning sound around my cock. Another note to keep in mind, it seemed.

I got up off the back of the couch I'd been sitting on and pushed forward, further into Trixie's mouth, until I was at the entrance of her throat. Trixie's eyes widened in surprise and she made a slight panicky noise, but did her best to start swallowing in advance. But I pulled back just as slowly as I'd pushed in, dragging myself along her tongue.

Then the facefucking began. I pushed forward with real force, shoving my cock into her mouth a little harder than before, but only by degrees. Then I'd pull back roughly and thrust again, each time poking at the back of her mouth. During this, I kept my hands on top of her head, keeping her steady as I used her mouth as a cock receptacle.

After a few more thrusts of increasing intensity, I went all-in. I shoved my cock down into the entrance of her throat, making her squeal around it in surprise. She adjusted her posture slightly, leaning forward so that her mouth and her throat were more smoothly aligned. I lingered there, enjoying the feel of her tightness back there, before pulling back until only my head was in her mouth, and then going all the way in again.

I got into a steady, yet intense rhythm. My cock was wet, warm, and being squeezed by Trixie's mouth, throat, and tongue. The feeling of doing this to her, with her permission, was hot as hell. The fact that ponies around us were watching us, almost captivated by our outrageous display, was even hotter.

With every deepthroat stroke, Trixie gulped, gagged, and moaned. Despite her effort to stay steady for me, she started to bounce on her knees a little bit. A look downwards revealed why: Her hands were busy fingering her pussy, toying with her clit. She was getting herself off while being absolutely throatfucked by me.

This realization snapped the tether of my self-control. I felt my orgasm rising with plenty of warning, but I had passed the point of no return. I worried briefly about affecting her with my cum, of addicting her like I had Twilight.

In my pleasure-addled state, I thought: Maybe she'll be fine if she doesn't TASTE it…

With a guttural roar of effort, I pushed Trixie's head into my crotch, completely burying myself in her mouth and throat. Her nose got buried in my pubic hair. My balls pulled up against Trixie's muzzle, and I came. I came pretty damn hard. Shot after shot of thick cum poured straight down Trixie's gullet, bypassing her mouth entirely. A few seconds later, Trixie's lower body started writhing as well.

As soon as I felt like I was done, I pulled back to let her come up for air. My cock popped out of her mouth and she coughed, lines of spit dangling between her and me. She wiped some involuntary tears from her eyes with her palms, since her fingers were still wet with her own vaginal fluids.

Then, her eyes cleared, she leaned in and rested her head against my junk. Her cheek rubbed up against my scrotum; my cock rested across her muzzle. And she just sat there, taking deep breaths to recover herself.

I looked around the room. More than a few ponies looked away to avoid eye contact, but there were a few blushing stallions who nonetheless showed signs of approval. A sheepish nod, a thumbs-up, a wink here and there… Apparently, I'd put on a good show.

Trixie cleared her throat and coughed a couple of times. When she seemed to have pulled herself back together, she looked up at me and said, "Didn't expect to enjoy that as much as I did… I'm a little messed up, aren't I?"

"Well, you're in good company," I quipped, still recovering a little from the pleasure.

She chuckled and gave the side of my cock a small kiss. "I'm up for a round 3 if you are. You haven't fucked me yet, technically…"

It was tempting, but… "We've dallied here enough. For real this time."

"You sure?" she asked me sincerely. "You wanted me to be encouraging. And you have the attention of all these ponies. Are you sure you don't want to… mess with them, like you did with the royal guards?"

She had a point, of sorts. Leaving behind some kind of lasting change would give the Normal another long-term obstacle.

Trixie cast another stain-removal spell to get rid of the fluids on our bodies, gently placed my sensitive bits back in my pants, stowed away her cushion, and stood back up. Gesturing to the crowd, she leaned in to me and said in a quiet murmur, "You could start an orgy, or tell them to be your slaves, too…"

I put a hand up to shush her. "I got it."

Somewhat nervously, I walked back across the lobby and towards the front desk. The stallion there, the same as before, watched me approach with a blush on his cheeks. The formerly polite and professional hotel staffer was now working very hard to keep his composure. "Ah, hello, um…"

I leaned onto the counter with a smirk. "Whatcha think of all that?" I asked, curious about his reaction.

"That?" he echoed, his eyes darting between me and Trixie. "W-Well… It was quite… entertaining to be sure. You don't see something like that every day. Or any day at all, really…"

Standard stuff so far. No objections to it happening; just appreciating it for what it is. "I've got a great idea along those lines for this hotel. One I'm sure will be very helpful on this nice early Spring weekend, with all these ponies coming into the capital."

"Really?" the stallion said tentatively. "Well, if you think so, then I am all ears, sir."

My smirk intensified. "I'm thinking of a… 'Complimentary Relief Service.' Any pony that checks into this hotel is free to receive sexual relief from any member of the staff."

The stallion's face flickered through a number of emotions very quickly, going from surprise to embarrassment to dawning realization in just a few seconds. "I… see! Yes, I can imagine such a service going very well, in… the right circumstances."

Still no objections. Hell yes. "There'd have to be some limitations," I went on. "One orgasm per session, no more than 5 to 10 minutes long – you ponies have other work to do, after all. No penetration, either. The staff is limited to using their hands, mouths, and horns to bring the customers off. If there's a couple involved, both partners have to consent to it. Anything else that's reasonable, you can add onto that, but the key is staff serving guests in a new way."

"I'm sorry," a voice cut in from behind me. A very curvy mare with a bright blonde mane approached the counter. "Did I hear that right? The staff here can, uh, service guests that way?"

The stallion looked at me. "Well, sir? Should we go forward with this policy?"

After a second to consider, I added, "Just for the weekend, as an… informal trial run. After that, if the guests like it, if the staff enjoys it, you can send it up the chain as an official proposal." That would at least buy me time without completely ruining this place, I thought.

"Then yes," the stallion replied to the mare. "If you're a guest, you're entitled to our Relief Service this weekend."

"I… I am," she said, trying to contain her excitement. "Room 207. So, can I… Can you…" She glanced at me, then back at him. "Eat me out like he did that mare?"

"I can spare a few minutes," the stallion replied professionally, "though I'll have to return to this desk right after."

"Oh, that'll be fine. It's... It's easy for me to, um… yeah."

"Do you want it right here, or…?" The stallion trailed off, and they both looked at me.

With a dismissive shrug, I said, "Customer's choice, public or private."

"I-I'll take it privately, then," the mare said.

"Very well."

The two well-endowed ponies left the desk and headed for what I assumed was one of the bathrooms. "Make sure to let the other staff know!" I shouted after them. "Call a meeting!"

"Of course, sir!" the stallion shouted back. "You enjoy the rest of your day!"

And then they were gone. Trixie, watching from the sidelines, came up behind me and rested an elbow on my shoulder. "Very nice," she complimented, her confident attitude returned. "So when I'm done being your slave at sunset, I can come back to my room and get another licking. You're soooo considerate, master."

I laughed a little. "Well, y'know…" I got off the desk and made my way towards the front entrance, and Trixie followed. As we passed the spot we'd just been occupying, I blushed and mumbled, "So, uh, did you like all that, or…?"

And Trixie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, you're adorable."

"Lonely virgin performance anxiety is no joke," I muttered, but I couldn't help but smile back. Yeah, this nervousness of mine was getting a little on the obnoxious side.

I pushed open the front doors of the Canterlot Inn and stepped out onto the city streets. I took a deep breath, somewhat exasperated. I wondered if we'd spent too much time in there. So much to see in the royal city, and I burn through 30-40 minutes in a small-time hotel?

Bah, maybe it was good to have the time with Trixie mostly solo, though. It was the first sexual encounter today that I was mostly okay with. Daisy had been weird, Bon Bon had been pure spite, and the guards and the Trixie titfuck had been kind of cold. This adventure with Trixie was back to form; new and kinky but pleasurable and well-intentioned. It was enough to bring up my mood.

Not knowing the first thing about the city, I picked a direction and started walking. Trixie remained at my side, still nude, massive breasts bouncing, and drawing looks from the ponies we passed by. "So," she started. "I feel compelled to ask another hard question. Hope you don't mind."

I wasn't exactly looking forward to this, but if she was winding up like this, it was probably important. "Go for it."

Trixie took a second to put together her thoughts, and said, "Why did you restrain yourself back there? You added a kinky new feature to the Canterlot Inn, yes, but you could have done so much more. There's no guarantee all those ponies we saw will get serviced. You even gave it a time limit. Why? If you had the opportunity…"

I sighed. "Because… Um… Hmm. Gimme a second."

"Sure."

I took a second to admire all the ponies we came across. Huge busts. Massive crotch pouches. Big butts. Kissable lips. Thin waists. Long legs. Even the most homely of ponies was merely supermodel quality by human standards. Every one of them was a hyper anthro porn picture in the making, yet…

Turning around and walking backwards carefully, I said, "Because it'd be too easy."

"You mean, you want a challenge, or…?"

"N-No, let me finish my thought. I know enough about this power that it'd be easy to just say, uh…" I lowered my voice for this part. "'Hey, you should be having sex at all hours of the day, spread the word.' Or, 'hey, you're all my sex slaves now, tell your friends, enjoy it.' As far as I know, I could get away with that."

"But you won't?" Trixie asked, seeking clarification.

I shook my head. "I don't know. At least not right now. I'm kind of saving that decision for… Celestia." I nearly bumped into a pony on the sidewalk, so I turned back around and walked by Trixie's side. "I'm hoping, when I meet her, I can get her to help, uh… stabilize this magic or something. But Luna also said that making big, sweeping changes to this whole culture's view of 'normal' might be the only way to guarantee my safety. That's the nuclear option."

"Nuclear?"

"Uhh… The point of no return. The total destruction, scorched-earth option. Because that's basically what it'd be." I gestured up at the lovingly crafted architecture around us, sarcastically saying, "Yeah, ponies, your collective attempts to lead normal, productive, fulfilling lives despite your oversexed bodies… I'mma just override that with sex now, thanks."

Trixie frowned as the weight of the issue settled on her like it'd been settling on me. "Damned if you do, damned if you don't."

"I'm hoping, praying, that Celestia can give me some kind of third option," I murmured. "But if not, it's either sexify all of Equestria and beyond, or roll over and mentally die. I'd rather not destroy anything, and…" I let out a long, deep sigh. "And I really like being alive."

Trixie gave me a side-hug. "I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have asked."

"Nah, nah, you're fine. It's a shitty situation. Let's call it what it is."

Trixie sniffled and nodded. "So… master. What's the plan? You know, for the next four and a half hours?"

This was a much better topic to discuss. "Basically the last couple of days, but more so, and deliberate. Put myself in sexy situations, make some changes – accidental or on purpose – and maybe even make some ponies feel better in the process. Y'know…" I laughed. "…the 'usual.' But now I know what I'm doing."

"Sounds like you have some stories to tell," Trixie commented. "Let's hope we make a few more today."

"I'd say we're already right on track. Maybe starting a little slow, but…" I shrugged. "Canterlot Inn wasn't the best canvas for this sort of thing. If I'm going to make changes, I want it to be kind of, uh, creative. Involving interesting ponies, if possible."

Trixie giggled. "Luckily, we're in a city filled with nobles, executives, celebrities…"

"Exactly."

Then something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. A building I recognized only vaguely, but was pleasantly surprised to see so soon on my Canterlot trip. I could see through the large windows that there were a good number of ponies inside, too.

Yeah. This would be a perfect place to start.

"C'mon, Trixie," I said confidently, hooking my arm in hers. "Out of curiosity: Do you like donuts?"