I was unceremoniously thrown out on my bare ass, followed by several paper bags of clothing and supplies. A hazmat-suited unicorn stretched a length of warning tape in front of what used to be my door before she slammed it shut.

A heavy clinking behind me meant there was a royal guard pegasus standing close by, unfazed by my nudity. "I'm here to take you to your new quarters," he said, in the usual no-nonsense-guard tone of voice.

I got up, dusted myself off, and picked up my bags. "As long as it's got a shower, I think we'll be fine."

The first and perhaps most important detail I noticed about my new suite's location: It was much closer to the Princesses' towers. Pretty much straight down the hall from Celestia's own tower, with Luna's abode not much farther. It seemed that my new "office" was meant to be more directly under the Princesses' purview.

The guard simply showed me to the door, handed me a key, bowed, and left. I hadn't gotten a key for the previous room – that had been handled by the custodians and guards. This told me that the contents of this room were meant to be treated more sensitively.

My new personal key unlocked the door to my new room, and I went inside.

Whereas my first room had been just one large bedroom with a bathroom and a balcony branching off from that, this new place seemed to split into two 'sections.' The first was a sort of office and waiting area, with a proper work desk against the wall, a basic dining table and chairs, and a comfortable couch up against the window with an equally comfortable armchair next to it. No doubt that couch was meant for my 'standard' psychiatric work. Back and to the left was the door to the bathroom, which was about the same, maybe a little smaller than in my previous suite. More immediately to my left was a folding door that opened up to reveal a shallow pantry – perhaps meant for snacks and refreshments needed during long 'sessions.'

That was all just one 'section' of the suite. To the right was a thick red curtain acting as a divider. When I threw it open, what was revealed could only be described as a 'love-nest.' A truly gigantic bed sprawled before me, bigger than even the Princess-sized mattress I was familiar with. The amount of pillows and cushions were downright obscene, some of them gaudy and heart-shaped to boot. Next to the head of the bed on the right was a small end-table. A door behind the bed to the left led to a second, larger bathroom. Along the right wall was a sliding door closet, and to the left was a curtained balcony entrance with a view of the palace grounds next to Celestia's tower. Built into various points on the walls were little shelves with neatly folded towels atop them. The towels would occasionally faintly glimmer with a magical presence.

The whole place smelled faintly of fresh construction, if that made any sense. The scent of lumber. This room must have just been renovated. It couldn't have been done overnight, could it? Surely we would have heard it? Or had this room been intended for some other similar purpose and had been already most of the way there?

The note had said that Princess Luna and Prince Blueblood had been the driving forces behind this. Perhaps monetarily as well. In fact, the whole 'love-nest' vibe had Blueblood's overcompensation written all over it. Maybe this was modeled on one of his own rooms. I could imagine a fussy Prince Blueblood bossing around some designer unicorns, all like, 'No no, trust me, he's going to need a bed at least twice that size.' Though that was assuming he was half the playboy bachelor his public persona seemed to hinge on. Perhaps it would be a while before I knew the answers for sure.

Either way, I was no expert on 'love-nests' or 'cribs'... but as a future base of operations went, this seemed suited to my purposes just fine. One part office, one part living space, one part psychiatrist's couch, four parts master bedroom... and presumably all stain-proof? Hopefully soundproof too, now that I was thinking about it.

There was an easy way to test the most important thing. I walked around the enormous bed to the second bathroom, which was much larger and more spacious. The walk-in shower space was a particular marvel, big enough to require multiple nozzles so that four unreasonably-endowed ponies could comfortably fit – and get up to all sorts of dirty trouble – inside. That was going to be very useful later.

I ran the faucet of the sink and cupped some water in my hand. Quickly and carefully, I stepped back out to the bedroom. Droplets of water landed on the carpet below. I traced over the spots with my bare foot and felt nothing, but I couldn't be sure if that was confirmation. With a bit of a gulp of trepidation, I tipped my hand over one corner of the bed. If this went wrong, at least this spot was far away from the pillows.

The water in my hand splashed onto the bedsheets... and disappeared. I actually blinked multiple times and frantically ran my hands across the spot in case I'd briefly gone mad. Nope, still dry... and unnaturally but comfortably warm to boot. The blankets and sheets were definitely enchanted. Probably the generous supply of towels, too.

I fist-pumped. "Hell yeah!" I said aloud to the empty room. Now I could fuck anypony on this bed and still use it to sleep on later! And the custodians wouldn't want to strangle me every hour! Problems solved!

The expense made a great deal of sense now. Even if it was expensive to cast enchantments on everything like this... hoo boy, at the rate which I 'used' these facilities, it was more than worth it.

There was only one problem with this pristine room at the moment, and that was me. I still reeked of musk and milk from my activities the previous night. Not an unpleasant reminder of a wonderful night, but in this brand-new palatial suite I was feeling a little... unclean.

I had never been so excited to break in a strange new shower.

Refreshed, I raided the closet for one of the standard royal bathrobes and took a running leap onto the mattress. I didn't bounce so much as glide across the surface, barely taking up a fifth of the available space just laying on my side. The thought that I could be laying comfortably between four mares... or even a couple more if we all squeezed together... Just laying there made me giddy.

I lost track of time making angels in the bedsheets and rearranging the pillows to my ideal set-up. There was a distant knock and the sound of the door opening, on the other side of the red curtain. "Pascal...? Woah."

It was Trixie's voice. I climbed off the bed (no quick feat) and practically skipped across the room and through the divider, unintentionally giving myself a dramatic flair as I forced one thick curtain aside. I decided to just roll with it. "Welcome!!" I declared in a booming voice.

Trixie, in her form-hugging leotard and hat – never dropping her brand even for a second, I see (or was this her version of 'formal palace wear'?) – gasped at me and grinned. "Pascal! Well then! New digs, I see!"

"Yep," I said with a chuckle. "They were sick of cleaning up after us, so they were like, 'That's it, we're giving you a new room, and we're making everything magically self-cleaning!'"

Trixie's eyes nearly sparkled. "'Everything'?"

"Well, the bed and carpet so far, at least..."

The unicorn walked past me through the curtain and let out another gasp at the sheer size of the room and bed. "Woooow!" She broke out into giggles and gave me a nudge with her elbow. "All this for you, huh? The Princesses must really like your 'performance,' eh??"

My cheeks were starting to ache from the grinning. "That probably helped. Probably the difference between 'getting a new room' and 'getting thrown out of the palace entirely.'"

Trixie took a running jump onto the mattress, landing tits-first and gathering up armfuls of the warm blanket against her. "Oh, forget the hotel suite! I'm staying here the rest of the week!" She rolled onto her side and looked back at me, preparing her best pout and puppy-dog eyes.

She needn't have bothered asking. "I'm okay with that if you are."

The Great and Powerful Trixie raised her arms and legs in great Vs of victory. "Yessss!" she cheered, and then collapsed back onto the bed. "...My reservation was about to run out anyway."

"What were you going to do afterwards?" I asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

She lifted her hands briefly in a tired attempt at a shrug. "Dunno. Wasn't too worried. Worst case scenario I take my wagon out of storage and sleep inside for a few weeks." She weakly lifted her head to grin toothily at me once more, but it was becoming clear that, despite her initial enthusiasm, she was actually kind of exhausted. "Best case scenario: This!!"

I walked over and rested one knee on the bed, leering over her with a gentle smile. "Glad to hear that. Looks like you had a good night, too."

Trixie started to chuckle, which grew into a low, seductive cackle. "I... am one sexy bitch."

I chuckled back. "This is known. This is a known quantity."

She put the back of her hand to her head, right underneath her horn. "Oh, you should've seen it – I played them like a symphony. Five nubile mares at my command, making them cum with my hands and my magic, watching them follow my orders to pleasure each other... Fuck..."

Holy shit, Trixie was getting to know her inner dominatrix. I wasn't sure if that was great news or dangerous news for me. As hot as the image was, I had to do a mental recount. Moondancer, Minuette, Lemon Hearts, Twinkleshine... "Wait, Spitfire too?"

Another chuckle from Trixie. "Yep. She was originally just joining us for drinks, but I talked her into joining the fun." She got up and fixed me with a smoldering, lusty stare. "And she had some interesting things to say about you..."

I gulped. "Ah. Like...?"

Her horn lit up and I felt a tug at the collar of my royal bathrobe, pulling me onto the bed beside her. She snuggled against me, her huge blue breasts forming a sort of privacy screen beneath our chins. "She said something about the 'deepest trance ever'?" she inquired with a perfectly knowing grin. "She was a little cagey about the details... but it sounds like you've got some new tricks up your sleeve...!"

My bashful expression gave it all away.

"Ooh, you gotta tell me!"

How could I refuse her? "Basically, I used her magic to send her down to a... trance beyond trance. Some kinda super-trance where my power literally seeped into her."

Trixie wriggled against me. "Ooooh, sounds useful!"

I looked aside bashfully. "It took a long time and... I'm not sure how much I can do with it. Another one of those situations where I could change a lot without realizing if I'm not careful and... and..." When I looked back at Trixie, her cheeks were dusted with a tinge of red and I could feel her legs squirming against mine. "And you find that extremely hot, I take it."

"You don't??" she asked incredulously.

She had me there. "I guess I just don't– I find it hard to understand from your perspective."

Trixie wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me tighter to her, practically grinding her body against mine. "Pasky. Pasky Pasky Pasky. You already pegged me for a switch, remember? Not only do I enjoy the idea of watching you turn other ponies into your helpless, loving slaves..."

Okay, she really had me there. Trixie confirmed for dedicated shoulder devil.

"...but I enjoy the thought of going under just... like... them."

For some reason, this baffled me immensely. "Really? I couldn't..."

Trixie gave me a pat on the shoulder. "Well of course you couldn't! You've just been through a mind-warping ordeal! No one's asking you to get mind-controlled."

I nodded contritely. "Yeah. When I bottom, it's more about... being helpful."

She leaned her head in and gave me a quick nuzzle on the nose. "And I can tell you we all love that. But I like it when you go for the tippy-top, too. Pascal the Dom can be a real savant at times..."

I turned my head towards the bedsheets. "Which is easier thanks to the whole pony-human sex slave thing–"

Trixie quite literally pinched my cheeks with her magic and forced me to look at her. "Pascal," she said seriously. "I've put in a lot of work to give you and Derpy a magical night. I've just worked my shiny blue butt off to seduce and please five mares at once." She rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her, my chin resting between her beautiful leotard-cupped tits. "I... want... a mind-fuck."

Which was more surprising: That this was the first time I'd ever heard that phrase uttered so sincerely, or that this might not be the last time? I couldn't decide at the moment; too dumbfounded.

"I want to relaaaaax," she moaned up at me, dragging out the vowels with the shape of her tongue. "I want to relive that Saturday where you enslaved me with just a few words. Where all I had to worry about was pleasing you and keeping you alive, but without the 'keeping you alive' part. Please, Pascal?" The pout and the puppy-dog eyes were back, and now she'd brought her hands up and clasped them above her chin like an adorable filly. "Pretty pleeeeease?"

I let out a sigh and gave her a wry smirk. "Sure, twist my rubber arm."

Trixie grinned back triumphantly. "So how do we do this, to get the super-trance? Count down from a hundred, something like that?"

I sat up, straddling Trixie's abdomen, and thought for a moment. Truth was... I wasn't sure Trixie would have the patience for that; whether we might end up wasting time trying to get her to a trance she was entirely too eager for. I had experience with that during my own... exploration back home. Couldn't really go under, not truly. Of course, every person was different, and it was entirely possible that Trixie could be excited AND receptive to a trance... But my gut said there had to be another way.

"First off," I said, deciding to stall, "I kinda need to know where your limits are, what you're wanting out of this."

"What I'm wanting?" Trixie echoed a little incredulously. "I'm wanting... well..." She put a finger to her chin.

I raised my eyebrows and smirked. "Not so easy, is it?"

Trixie shot me an indignant pout, then returned to thinking. "I guess..." She let out a sigh. "I just don't want to think about things. I want following your orders to be... natural." She let out another, heavier sigh. "I want you to take the boastful showboat Trixie and really tame her, really fucking dominate her. Just... remove her from existence for a little while..."

I was a little surprised, then a little concerned. But on some level, I understood. She still harbored guilt over the personality quirks that had led her into certain situations in Ponyville. She didn't want to be in control for once, because when she was in control...

I reached over her upthrust shelf of boob and stroked her shoulder. That put a bit of a sad smile on her face, which I took as a small victory. Trixie took my hand in hers and said, "I guess that's it. Don't make me a giggling brainless bimbo, but... well, I guess if I'm just happy, that's fine, but... somepony who just does what she's told and feels good about it, that's what I want to be." A bit of her usual evil smirk returned. "And if you took me out in public, showed me off proudly... that'd be great, too."

"Like you pretty much did on Saturday?" I teased her, rubbing one of her huge breasts with my other hand. "Seemed like we couldn't walk down the block without you telling everypony."

"Being naked helped," Trixie teasingly agreed. "So. I'm ready to be put under if you are."

Which led me back to the question of how to do this. My subconscious brain was trying to tell me what it wanted, and at this very second I was only sure of two things: I didn't want to do it the same way as Spitfire, there was a way to do this that was more Trixie's speed, and this would make an excellent way to explore more of my powers' capabilities. Okay, three things, and the solution was steadily becoming clearer.

"I'm going to try something a little different," I said, adjusting my position so that I could more comfortably lean over Trixie's mammaries. I placed my hands beside Trixie's head and slowly cupped her cheeks.

Trixie looked a little nervously at the hands beside her head, but excitement quickly took over and she looked up at me with all the excitement of an adrenaline-addicted bungee-jumper. "Alright, yes, I'm into this," she said, gritting her teeth as she braced herself.

Time for another experiment. I swallowed, cleared my throat, and firmly said, "You are my slave."

My hands glowed with their usual blue magic, seeping into Trixie's face. Her eyes widened as she no doubt felt my magic flowing into her. "What...?" Oh, she definitely wasn't expecting this.

"You are my slave," I intoned, unable to keep the smirk out of the corner of my lips. "It is perfectly normal to be my slave. You will do whatever I say. It is perfectly normal for you to do whatever I say."

Trixie's eyes unfocused. Her hands shifted upwards, reaching for mine – whether to pull them off or hold them there, it wasn't clear – but they fell limp at her sides a moment after. "Woah..." she mumbled.

Keeping my hands on her cheeks, I leaned down to whispering range. "Doing okay?" I asked quietly. "Can I keep going?"

The magician nodded furiously, nearly shaking my hands off. Okay then. That was it for check-ins.

I pulled back up and swallowed. Taking control of another's mind always put me on edge... I took a deep breath and steeled myself. "You want to be my slave. That is normal. You're happy being my slave. That is normal." Every command, my hands pulsed bright blue and cast magic into Trixie's mind. "You don't have to think about your own whims and desires when you're my slave. That is normal. You only have to await commands and follow them. That is normal. Everyone else accepts that you're my slave and I can use you however I like. That is normal. You don't worry about the thoughts and judgments of others, only what I tell you. That is normal."

Trixie was completely limp now, and was starting to repeat my words under her breath, her lips forming the shape of the words as she barely breathed them. Her violet eyes had a creeping outer edge of blue to them as my magic continued to pour into her. That draining feeling in my chest was starting to return.

My power didn't even need the formality of a trance. I could just enchant a willing, wakeful pony if I used the right words and context. Good to know.

But in some ways this was still a kind of trance, which meant it had to be thorough. "You're not Trixie Lulamoon, or The Great and Powerful Trixie. You're simply Slave Trixie. This is who you've agreed to be for a short time. That is normal. My words are your truth, your reality. That is normal. This... won't be perfect at first; it'll take a few tries for us to learn what we like when we're 'on' like this. That is fine, that is normal." More and more of my mana seeped into Trixie, and my hands became clammy the longer this went on. I needed to get to a resolution before I zeroed out, but I didn't feel like this was enough yet. "Being in my presence, earning my attention, serving my whims, pleasuring me... being my object, my trophy, my thrall, my fantasy, my whore, my slut... all of this excites you and gives you joy. That is normal. My touch will bring you happiness and pleasure. That is normal. I am your Master, and you will address me as such. That is normal. You... are my slave. That is normal. You are my slave. That is normal." The light reached my own eyes, and the words squeezing out from my lungs thrummed with power as they left my mouth. "You are my slave."

There was a heavy pulse that knocked my hands away. Blue light ricocheted up and down Trixie's laying form as she let out a strangled moan. I fell backwards and barely braced myself against the bed, still straddling her pelvis. I quickly got off of her and crawled up the bed to examine her face, to make sure she wasn't hurt.

As the bright blue light of my magic faded and Trixie lay there with her eyes closed, she looked... still. My magic had a way of calming worried minds, usually in a supernatural, slightly unnerving way. The reality of mind control – even benign, consensual mind control – was uncanny on a level that I had never expected from years of reading erotica. And yet, the potential rewards made it easy to eventually ignore.

Trixie's eyes eventually fluttered open, and she turned her head towards me with a grin and a spark in her eyes. "Master...!" she gasped, and she practically hopped up onto her knees, staring intently at me like a puppy whose owner just walked through the front door. Her tail actually swished behind her. "Master..." she purred again, reveling in the syllables.

This was big.

This was a big deal for me.

This was the essence of everything I'd ever wanted out of porn, fantasy, whatever.

And I now had the power to make that a reality.

"Enjoying yourself, slave?" I couldn't stop myself from asking, stumbling over my own excitement.

She shuddered at the word 'slave,' then giggled. "Y...Yes, Master," she replied emphatically after a moment.

I was hyper-focused at this moment. "What was that pause there?"

Trixie froze for a second, then looked reluctantly contemplative, like it was something she hadn't wanted to think about. "I... My brain came up with some pithy, sarcastic reply, but I decided against it because I'm enjoying this a lot." She tilted her head down and aimed her eyes up at me bashfully. "I feel... happy, Master. Like nothing else matters but you. I don't want to ruin that with my usual bitchiness. Part of me wants to keep pushing you, acting 'disobedient' so that you have to 'punish' me, but a bigger part of me is like... I've won. This is already my reward. I can stop that for a little while."

I smiled broadly. "That's right. You fought hard for this, Trixie. You practically begged me for it."

Trixie nodded and bowed her head expectantly. "What would you like Slave Trixie to do for you, Master?"

I was immensely happy with this, especially knowing that she seemed to be enjoying it. I was pretty sure she was still immune to my Normal aura as of Monday, before the big meeting. So whatever factors had convinced her to do this, this was still all Trixie. Trixie wanted to be my slave. Trixie loved me and wanted me to be her Master. God if I didn't let that go to my head a bit.

"I want my slave naked," I declared to her. "Just like before."

"Yes, Master..." Trixie purred, and she activated her horn. Her leotard peeled down from her chest, letting her prodigious blue bombers bounce free, followed by the reveal of her toned abdomen, the flare of her hips, the jiggly bubble of her booty, and her long, shapely, supermodel legs. The hat and cape were abandoned soon after, which meant there wasn't a single stitch on her – she was even more nude than Saturday.

"I notice you took off the cape and wizard's hat."

Her eyes widened. "Does Master want them back on? If you wish, I will–"

"No no, that's fine," I said with a grin. "I just thought it was interesting that you did that automatically."

Slave Trixie nodded. "I... Does Master want me to tell him how I feel?"

"Always and often," I replied sincerely.

She beamed and nodded again. "I guess I felt like the hat and cape were too... 'heavy' for me, like this? Too much of a reminder of... the Trixie that I am not right now."

Yeah, that made enough sense. She wanted to 'shed her skin' and escape her troubles for a little while, and while being nude except the hat and cape was fun, they also carried their own kinds of baggage. "Then you'll be in your birthday suit today," I decreed. "My lovely Trixie on display."

Trixie shivered, and her hips squirmed and twisted as a feminine scent lingered in the air. "I'd love that, Master." She paused, then passionately added, "I love you, Master."

"I love my Slave Trixie, too," I said, and I reached out and pulled her close to me. My hands shamelessly latched onto her breasts, squeezing them from the sides and playing with them like my own personal toys – which to a great degree they were. "Your body is mine to play with – how does that make you feel?"

"A-Amazing..." Trixie gasped out. With every squeeze of soft blue titflesh, Trixie's body shuddered and her legs shifted restlessly. "More amazing than I ever imagined. Because it's you. You... My body was made for you...! I love it when you use me, Master!"

This was too perfect. Scarily perfect. Was this Trixie getting into this, knowing what I liked? Or did some of my dormant fantasies of how a sex slave should act seep into her mind along with my spoken words? With this level of control, was there even a black-and-white line? The only comfort I had was that Trixie had agreed to this, asked for this, begged for this, been deathly curious to know what this magic would do to her. I guess we were both finding out.

Then again... 'You're happy being my slave. My touch will bring you happiness and pleasure.' Those had been my words, hadn't they? She was certainly taking them to heart.

At the same time, it was only working so completely like this because she'd been primed and ready for the suggestions, right...?

I suddenly realized I'd been lost in thought just groping Trixie's tits for a good minute or so. "Do you want me to move on?"

"No!" Trixie cried out emphatically. Her face was contorted in pleasure. Her heavy breaths shifted her mammaries in my hands. "I'm just your toy. Do whatever you want! If all you want to do is play with my tits for hours, that's... that's more than...! Nnh!" She let out a moan, and the bedsheets' absorption magic was put to the test as a squirt of sticky fluids seeped down between her thighs.

This was surprising. "Woah..."

"Y-Yeah..." Trixie agreed with a lust-drunk grin. "It feels so gooood being your slave. You have no idea... Knowing I can't do anything... That I don't have to do anything... That I'm just yours and you'll just use me. Punishment or reward, it doesn't matter, it's just... aaaaaahn!" She pressed her chest harder against my hands, overflowing between my fingers. Her nipples were stiff and nearly throbbing.

Man, when Trixie switched, she switched HARD. Then again, hadn't she been basically asking for something like this since we started this 'relationship'? Was this what she had been fantasizing about all along? Was that why she was so often ticked off at my check-ins and half-measures? Because she'd been so close to this?

"I own you," I muttered on a whim.

"Mmm!" Trixie wriggled in my grip.

"Nothing you say or do matters," I continued on experimentally. "Only what I want matters. My desires are your satisfaction."

"YyyyYYYESSS!" Trixie screamed. Boy I was starting to hope the walls were actually soundproofed. "Fucking grope me, ogle me, use me like the cheap, disposable entertainment I've always been! I–"

She stopped abruptly there, because we both knew she'd let some deep insecurity slip. I stifled a sigh and gave her a reassuring pat on the boob. "You're special to me, Trixie," I said softly, and even to my weak self-esteem those words felt sincere. "I'm not doing this because you're just another mare. This is something only for you."

Trixie leaned forward, resting her forehead against mine, her horn laying across my bangs. "I know," she said, both wearily and in relief. With her face close against mine, I could feel the twitches around her eyes as she blinked back tiny tears. "I know, Master, I know." She opened her eyes and smiled. "Even if you do this for some other willing mare... it won't be like what we have, will it." It wasn't so much a question as a self-reassurance.

I shook my head at her and smiled. "Never exactly like ours." I squeezed her breasts playfully. "But there may be some similarities."

"Ohh," Trixie moaned, rubbing her nipples into my palms. "I don't mind thaaaat..." She lost her composure and a hand darted between her legs, openly playing with her soaking wet lips. "Oh, fuck, you're going to have so many of us... All of us worshiping you, as your devoted hypnoslaaaa-aaaves...!" She fell back onto the bed, spreading her toned legs wide and showing me every second of her fingerfucking. "This... does this please you, Mm-maaaaaaster...?"

The only thing keeping my erection hidden was the royal bathrobe I was still wearing. "You're a painting, Slave Trixie." I parted the robe and let my thirteen-inch cock stab freely into the air of the room.

Trixie's eyes widened; she hadn't seen my dick after Moondancer's latest minor upgrade, and she practically started salivating. "Oh my Luna..." She giggled and moaned. "I'm such a slut for you...! I'm your slut and it feels so gooooood, aha...! P-Please, Master, tell me what to do with it...!"

To be honest, I was having a hard time deciding. I wanted her worshipful lips on my cock, but the juiciness of her pussy was hard to pass up. ...Ah, of course. I took off my robe entirely and crawled over to her laying body, perching over her, my cock pressing against her cheek while I propped myself up above her crotch. "I want to sample the buffet you've offered me," I said, my arousal making my metaphors gradually sillier. "So we're going to 69 it, okay?"

"Mmm, yes Master!" Trixie agreed. She used her magic to align my cock with her mouth and suckled on the tip, apparently letting me push down at my own pace.

I realized that, while this probably wasn't my first time in this position, this might be the first time I'd been on top. I couldn't have asked for a better setup. I lowered my body so that I was resting my chest on her toned middle. My hands cupped under her firm bottom, and I attached my lips to her leaking pussy, my tongue scooping inside and stealing great flavorful gulps of her blue syrupy taste. Her thighs squeezed around my head reflexively, smothering my cheeks and ears.

Soon after I pushed my hips a couple of inches lower, sinking more of my cock into Trixie's mouth. She suckled hard and swirled her tongue around my cock, having just a little difficulty because of the position and my increased girth. But her occasional muffled squeaks and moans told me that she was enjoying it so far.

Licking a pussy upside-down was a new experience. I had to bend my tongue in new ways I had never tried before. It took me a while to find the fat nub of her clit, making her buck her hips up against me, so after that I pulled up a little and just traced the flat of my tongue along her thick outer lips, licking up her delicious fluids. Then I dove back in, and decided that now was the time I was going to try out... the alphabet. I... L...

Trixie's hands reached out to my own bottom, making me flinch a little bit, but to my relief her hands didn't do much more than squeeze me. She lifted her head and pulled me down, getting almost half of my cock into her mouth, bumping against the back of her throat. She retreated just an inch to collect her breath, then pushed forward again, getting just the head into her tight esophagus. My cock pulsed, shooting some amount of precum directly down her throat. Trixie hummed approvingly, vibrating her voice around my cock.

It distracted me a little bit, but I had a goal to complete. O. V. E. T. Trixie seemed to realize what I was doing as the point of the 'T' grazed against her clit, making her squeal and buck her hips against me again. The flow of femcum into my mouth increased as her lower body began to tense up like a coil. R... I... X... Her cunt squeezed around my tongue, stopping me for a second. I... E... And I ended with a big 'exclamation point,' one long lick from top to bottom, ending with a swirling attack on Trixie's clitoris.

Trixie exploded beneath me, squeezing my head tightly and splashing my face over and over with squirt after squirt of cum. My cock popped out of her mouth as she threw her head back and moaned, murmuring, "Master... Master...!" over and over again. To say I was proud of myself would be understating things a bit.

My magician slave fell limp, her legs spreading on either side and her hands up by her head as she caught her breath. I leaned my head back down and helpfully licked up the excess cum between her legs, making her twitch and groan.

I quickly hopped off the bed and picked up one of the towels on the wall shelves, wiping it over my face. There was a tingling sensation, but a second later my face was completely dry and clean of Trixie's essence. Another couple of wipes down my chin, neck, and chest, and I was clear there too. The towel wasn't even sticky or wet. I folded it back up with a grin and returned it to the shelf, satisfied with the test.

Trixie was back to groping herself by the time I turned around, one hand tweaking a thick nipple and the other playing with her pussy again. "Oh fuck, that was... I love you too, Master!"

I put my hands on my hips and walked up to the edge of the bed, my saliva-dripping cock standing proudly. "Still enjoying being my slave?"

Trixie sat up, her eyes locked onto my cock. "Oh Master, you have no idea. Everything you said is true. I'm happy, just being like this. Like I wanted ever since you claimed me back at the station." She sat at the edge of the bed and opened her mouth wide for me for a moment. "Please, let me help you feel as good as I do...!"

I adjusted my stance and let the head of my cock rest on Trixie's tongue. She dove forward, filling her mouth as quickly as she could, as if catching up to where she previously was. I brought my hands down to her tits and lifted them up so I could play with her while she gave me her best blowjob. Trixie wasn't slow and careful like Derpy – she wanted to prove herself, go straight for the maximum as fast as she could manage. She wanted to have the wettest mouth, the fastest tongue, the deepest, tightest throat. All for me.

I placed my hands on the sides of her head and gently pushed forward, fucking into her throat as she changed her angle to accommodate me. She gulped around me, closing her eyes and concentrating only on her advance. She winced as she passed by the fattest middle swell of my cock, stretching her out wider than ever as she just barely made contact with her lips against my crotch. She pulled back quickly, tears stinging her eyes but looking more determined than ever. She pushed again, my hands guiding her, and gulped even harder and more frequently around my cock as it traveled down her throat-sleeve.

As she pulled out a second time, I began to stroke the slick section of cock outside her mouth, as I was starting to get close. She pulled my hand away, almost batting it away, and thrust forward again, swallowing my entire cock in her mouth and keeping it there, glaring up at me as if daring me to use anything else but her for my pleasure. That is look is what got me; my legs trembled and tensed, and I planted my hands atop Trixie's mane as I unloaded directly down her throat. Trixie's face bloomed into satisfaction as my cum filled her belly, pulse after pulse bypassing her mouth entirely except to stretch her out just a little bit more moment to moment.

I wasn't sure how long Trixie could hold her breath, so I started to pull out before I'd stopped cumming. The friction of dragging back in her throat pushed me past my usual threshold. Trixie coughed just once as a rope of cum blasted into the back of her throat, quickly swallowing it while yet more filled her mouth and she swirled it with her tongue, visibly struggling. I removed myself completely, letting the last of my cum splash and stain her muzzle, dripping down onto her shelf of tit.

Breathing heavily, I stepped back and reached for the towels while Trixie finished swallowing. When she looked ready to open her eyes again, I tossed the enchanted towel to her, which she caught with her magic and used to wipe her face immediately. A second later, she was utterly clean, and she swallowed the last of my cum into her belly. She even opened her mouth to show it was empty.

Then Trixie looked down at the still-clean towel she'd just used, her eyes widening in surprise. "Woah..." she croaked out.

"Right?"

It was hard not to feel the eyes of the palace staff on me as I took my seat in the staff cafeteria. The other chair across from me remained occupied, as Trixie seemed content to rest between my knees and suckle on my cock beneath the table. No one mentioned anything, though I understood that it was hard to look away. It wasn't every day that someone walked in with a naked sex slave happily blowing you while you basically ignored her.

How many times had I wished while sitting at my computer chair for something exactly like this, a busty happy sex slave to give me a blowjob while I worked? I was living a fantasy of my own, thanks to Trixie.

We'd agreed that we'd keep this up for most of the day. I justified it as a stress test of my powers' longevity in a variety of situations, but Trixie justified it as essentially a vacation day. A vacation she hoped to go on many times over the rest of the week, no doubt.

I sorted through my morning's mail as I waited for our breakfast orders to arrive. (Trixie was going to want a real meal after swallowing my cum a second time.) One of the pieces of mail was actually an internal palace memo from Raven Inkwell, Celestia's most trusted personal aide. She wanted to make time this morning to go over some paperwork, finish the remaining steps to make me a permanent resident of Equestria, open up a couple of bank accounts, formalize payment for services rendered retroactively and going forward, that sort of thing.

Setting the memo down, I grinned down at Trixie, who recognized the lewd look on my face and smirked around my cock. I knew exactly where I was taking this slave game next.