Entry 2: Caught in the Act

Trixie tossed her cape to the side, spitting it from her mouth with a ferocious "Ptoo!"

"Uuh, miss Trixie...?" Her assistant asked.

"The nerve! He says I'm not sultry! He says I'm not SEXY enough!" She stomped to the vanity, grasping a brush with magic and pulling it through her mane, not even caring how the silken silver strands got mussed in the angry process. "The NERVE! So help me, the director will hear from my AGENT!" She was fuming, her pale blue cheeks flushed with anger and frustration.

"Miss Trixie...?"

"And he tells me if I can't shape up enough, I'll have to leave the set! Contract nulled! Honestly!"

"Miss-"

"WHAT?!" She turned on her assistant with an angry glare, practically fuming.

"Oh! Uum, am I free to go?" He asked.

"RRRRGH! GET OUUUUUT!" The brush flew at the young pegasus as quick as magic could hurl it, and the poor colt was barely able to duck out of the way. It clattered against the door and fell off into the shadows just as his hooves scrabbled across the floor in a quick attempt to get away. "Honestly!" The door slammed shut behind him, giving her just a glimpse of his slender flank disappearing down the hall. "Some ponies have no sense of decorum. Where is the professionalism in this field?" Grasping the brush from it's shadowed resting place, she pulled it back to her mane, moving only marginally slower through her magnificent mane.

"Am I honestly not sexy? Is the Once-Great and Powerful Trixie not..." She set the brush down, leaning in to the mirror... "Arousing?" She sighed and raised a hoof to her cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair away. "I mean... I'm slender..." She turned, admiring her profile. "Sleek..." She was indeed thin. Not disgustingly so, but certainly fit. "One hell of a face, if I do say so myself..." She sighed, turning a melancholy face back to the mirror. "Am I just... Not attractive anymore? Why, there was a day when I would have colts AND mares lined up around the block, more than enough of both with invitations to dates... Marriages, even!" She felt the anger slowly rising again.

"And that... That... BRUTE has the nerve to say I'm not sexy enough on stage!" She slammed a hoof into the vanity, making bottles of lotion, makeup, and perfume jump and clatter about. "Why, I'LL show him sexy!" She grasped a bottle of topical cream, hovering it in front of her as she scooped a generous portion of the creamy mixture out and onto her hoof. She smeared a healthy bit of it into the slowly-developing bag underneath her left eye, again for her right...

"I'LL show him Sultry!" She added more to her neck, smearing it about slowly.

"I'LL show him..." Her hoof trailed down her front slowly... "Arousing..." The first gush of said arousal made her flush. "Oh my..." Her face was almost dumbstruck. One hoof on her belly, the other shakily holding her weight on the vanity, Trixie could almost see down the length of her slender body, into the area between her hind legs... There, in the dark and the shadow, was a glimmer of wetness.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat softly, grasping a towel. "A momentary lapse in sanity is all. Not the first time, dear Trixie... No, certainly not. Ahem. I'm fine." She spoke to no one in particular, using the towel to wipe the cream off. "Perfectly fine." The coat underneath the towel was shining and brilliant, just as smooth and luscious as ever. "I'm..." The towel traveled lower... "Fine..."

"Honestly!" Tossing the towel aside, Trixie huffed to herself. "I must stop. This talk of arousing and sultry and sexy... So unprofessional." She trotted to a nearby fridge, pulling it open with magic and peering inside. Seeing nothing that struck her particular mood, she withdrew a bottle of water and popped the top before taking a few long swigs. "Aah... Much better. That's just it, Trixie. You're dehydrated. Too many hot lights and heavy makeup. Perhaps I need a shower..." The star actresses suite was, indeed, fitted with a bathroom. Taking a moment to relieve herself, Trixie stepped into the shower and turned the water on halfway between warm and cool. Room temperature. It was remarkably soothing. Sighing, she stretched out under the stream of water, feeling the tension leave her muscles.

"Maybe after this, I'll call for the masseuse... If I recall, she was very talented in stress relief... Ooh, I could go for a massage..." She sighed and turned about in the water, rinsing her entire body off. The coursing stream of water, though, caught her at the perfect angle through her tail...

"Meep!" She gave a slight squeak and flushed brighter at the insistent flow of water against her marehood. "Haaahh... That was..." She hesitantly returned to the spot. "OOH! This is... Hmm..." She wiggled back and forth, whimpering as the water coursed against her firmly. "Haaahh..." Her juices responded in kind to the flowing water, coming forth in greater volume than she could ever recall... Even on that one date with the well-to-do director two years ago... Now THAT had been a truly great night... She was lost in thoughts, memories of sweat and musk, too wrapped up to realize her hoof had traveled down to that space once more. She had found her clitoris with an expert touch, was slowly circling it with the edge of her hoof.

"Oh, what's one time going to hurt?" She whimpered softly... Taking a moment to re-adjust, Trixie stood up on her hind legs, leaned her shoulders against the wall, and let her hooves wander... "Hmm... Ooh, my Celestia, that is... Divine..." She found her clitoris once more, sending waves of pleasure washing through her entire body. "I'm... Ooh, Trixie is indeed loving this..." She muttered. Eyes fluttering closed, mane wet and sticking to her body, Trixie indulged in herself...

"Haahh... Haahh... Aahn! Ooh!" She explored every tender area, her other hoof quickly turning the temperature of the shower up and re-directing the flow of water against her crotch. The added jet of hot water made her shudder and shake. "Aah! Aah! Oh, by the moon, I'm... I'm... I'm cumming!" She whimpered, back arching against the wall as the waves of pleasure crashed through her firmly. "AAAHHN!" Coming off the wall a little, Trixie felt her own ejaculation join the flow of water, matting her coat against her legs as she reached climax.

"Well..." She panted, only the sound of flowing water left in the steamy bathroom. "That was certainly what I needed..." Turning the water off, Trixie started toweling herself off, feeling remarkably refreshed and recharged. Dare she say... "Sexy." Chuckling to herself, Trixie returned to the vanity, saw her reflection.

"Oh! My dear, I daresay you look... Arousing!"

"Why, thank you, Mr. Director. I'm glad you've decided to re-consider my role for the lead."

"Oh, certainly, Ms. Trixie! Why, we'll put you right up front with the other stars! Your name will soon be known across the Canterlot boulevards! Nay, all of Equestria! Trixie! The sexiest thing the world's known!" Trixie was, of course, talking to herself, carrying on a conversation.

"Oh, thank you, I never would have been able to do this if it weren't for your recommendation earlier in my career... What was it you told me? Was it that I wasn't sexy enough?"

"I was sorely mistaken, my dear girl! I see now you're indeed... The sexiest..." She swallowed, looking into the mirror... "Sultriest..." Her hoof was wandering again... "Pony in all of..." A thin whimper as she found her clitoris once more. "Equestria..."

"Miss Trixie?" The voice made her hoof stop halfway through it's first circle. There, in the corner of her mirror, was her assistant, the fleet-hoofed pegasus... His jaw was open with shock, and Trixie only just then realized her current predicament... The coat around her marehood was practically drenched, and her mane clung to her face and neck, still slimy and wet from the shower... One hoof, glistening with arousal, was perched high on her pubis, the edge just pushing her swollen clitoris to the side.

"This..."

"This is..."

"I mean, you've caught me at a-"

"And I only came back for my sweater,"

"I'm most definitely NOT masturbating... For the second time..."

"I'm not even here..."

"Right, so... Just leave now..."

"Going..."

"Hmm..."

His lips had, of course, made their way to the small of Trixie's back, his hoof raising to run over her flank gently. He hadn't been leaving, despite his words... He wasn't going anywhere. Trixie whimpered as he rubbed a slow circle against her flank, feeling the arousal come forth in force now... A trickle made it's way down either of her legs, and a single drop dripped to the floor from her still hoof. It wasn't still for long, however... Not once his lips had trailed underneath her wet tail... Swiping the wet obstacle out of the way, Trixie inadvertently gave the intruder access... Her hoof resumed it's ministrations just as his tongue hesitantly pressed against her marehood.

"Hmm..." He groaned, sending shivers all up her body.

"Aah..." She circled a little faster as his tongue probed in between her lips... "AAH!" His hoof bumped her own, nudging her clitoris in a direction she hadn't yet moved. The shock of pleasure only made her gush more juice, which made it easier for his tongue... Which was slowly plunging deeper into her marehood... Honestly, how could a pegasus even HAVE such a long tongue?!

"Miss Trixie..." His hot breath washed over sensitive center, made her shiver again.

"Y-yes..."

"May I?" His innocent question made her glance back, saw that he was unsheathed and ready... Even dribbling a bit of pre onto her floor...

"You most certainly cannot!" She whimpered, the thin tone of her voice betraying how badly she was seriously considering his proposal. "You should put that... That... THING away and leave..."

"I'll just be going, then.

"Right you will. Come back tomorrow, and don't forget my hay-and-daffodil sandwich, with a side of cucumbers... Cut diagonally..."

"Right, It'll be here in the morning."

"So, get going then."

"At the door."

"And down the hall..."

"Down the hall, and into the street..."

"Hnn... AAH!" His flat head easily spread her apart, sliding oh so easily into her entrance. All four hooves back on the floor, Trixie bore his slight weight with ease as he mounted her, gliding almost all of his shaft deep into her. "Ooohh, so help me, I needed this..." She muttered.

"What?"

"N-nothing... Aren't you supposed to be down a hall or something?" She whimpered.

"Yes, Miss Trixie. Going." And so he did. Smooth and easy, his shaft glided into her, spearing her deep and easy.

"AAH!"

"Are you okay?"

"F-fine!"

"You sound hurt."

"Anything but! Keep going!" She felt the vanity bump against her chest. She had stepped half a hoof forward, was now against the vanity.

"Y-yeah!" He started thrusting, sliding against her walls smooth and easy. The vanity shook as he drove back into her, the bottles clattering together in a cacophony of mascara and perfume.

"AAHN!" Trixie threw her mane back, wet hair spraying droplets into the air. The pegasus assistant, wings spread, was showered as he kept thrusting smooth and deep. "Harder!" She panted.

"Yes, Miss Trixie!" He cried out, grunting as he started driving hips forward harder and deeper. Trixie felt him glide in, the base of his shaft smoothly squeezed by her dripping lips. He was ALL the way in... And Trixie was loving every single moment...

"Faster!" She whimpered, tone breaking in her aroused state. His pace doubled, sliding his thick shaft deeper and harder at twice the speed it had been... The vanity was rocking now, the lights ringing the mirror flickering as it banged roughly against the wall.

"Haah... Haah... Hah! Hah!" His breath washed over her shivering back, cooling the missed droplets of water. She whimpered in response, raising one hoof onto the vanity... The other... Forelegs now both on the vanity, Trixie's frame was shaking the sturdy piece of furniture with each rough thrust he pushed into her...

"I'm cumming!" She gasped suddenly. "Cumming!" He slid in, making her drip more. "CUMMING!" Back arched, she felt his member swell and dump a thick, creamy load deep into her pulsing, twitching marehood. Her own cum dribbled onto the floor, splattering the cheap linoleum tile with an erotic, wet sound. "Aahhhh..." She relaxed, feeling his slick member glide out of her. Cream dripping from her hole, Trixie felt a warm flush rise to her cheeks... "Right..." Mumbling, she turned around to him. "You're in the street... On your way home, I suppose?"

"A little apartment across town."

"To sit there, and wait to come to work tomorrow."

"With a hay-and-daffodil sandwich, a side of cucumbers in my hooves."

"To give to me."

"For a bit of recognition."

"For hard work."

"Devotion."

"A long career."

"I've been your assistant for a week, Miss Trixie." She blinked.

"Your name?"

"You ask me daily. It's Feather Hoof." He smiled sheepishly.

"Feather Hoof..." She echoed.

"Yes, Miss Trixie." Her lips nudged the distended head of his shaft.

"And you've been my assistant for just one week?"

"Yes, Miss Trixie..." Her hot breath had him shivering. His wings flapped, lifting his torso up, giving her better access.

"Hmm... Glrk!" Mouth open, Trixie smoothly slid his cum-covered, slick cock deep into her throat.

"Aah!" He flapped harder, almost taking off... Trixie's horn glowed from it's spot rubbing his stomach, pulling him back down with a firm touch of magic.

"Hrrnmm..." She groaned against his shaft, her tongue massaging the underside of the modestly-sized dick.

"Th-that's..."

"Gaack..." She pushed his head against her throat. Good gag reflex. The one thing her mother had taught her, if anything...

"HNN!" He was quivering. So soon? Already? After one orgasm, he was ready for another? She stopped, felt him shudder as his limit backed away. Maybe she WAS good at this... Too many executive cocks sucked to get into the business, she supposed...

"Shlup..." Her tongue spilled out of her mouth, sending a glob of saliva dripping down his shaft. She started moving her head back and forth, tongue dripping spit and leftover cum onto the floor messily. Her mane was going to be SO messy after this... "Glrk... Gak... Ack..." Each time she slid his head into her throat, she emitted a wet gagging sound, the kind that made Feather Hoof shake and whimper.

"Miss Trixie, I'm... I'm going to..." She slid him out, popping the flat head of his shaft out with a spray of saliva.

"Going to what?" She teased.

"Going to... Get your... Latte'..."

"Hmm... With a double shot, I hope?"

"And a single ice cube so it's cooled when I get back."

"Right you are. And one of those cardboard sleeves so I don't have to hold the warm cup."

"Even though you have magic, which I always say to myself..."

"Oh shut up." She slid him back in, stepping forward to glide his slick rod deeper than ever...

"Haah!" He whimpered thinly. Such a cute noise... She smiled and spilled her tongue out once more, lapping at a bit of her spit that had dripped out. "Gonna... Aah!" Unable to stop him this time, Trixie opened her throat up and accepted his seed. Flexing powerfully, his flat head started spurting thick ropes of cum into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, her senses filled with the taste, the smell... That addictive, musky smell... Whimpering to herself, she kept swallowing, hoping she caught it all. Finished at last, she pulled out, and saw she had actually missed a good amount of it.

"Well shit." She grunted, rather unprofessionally. "Missed some."

"Now THAT." Both heads snapped up. Trixie almost gored him with her horn as she looked at the third voice. "Was sexy." The director, shades and turtleneck, looking at the couple with a wide smile, was standing in the doorway.

"Eer..." Trixie was suddenly, painfully aware of her awkward situation. "I, uh... He's... We're... Practicing?" She whimpered.

"That's good! It'll help you in your next role." He grunted, trotting forward. He roughly shouldered her out of the way, throwing a foreleg over Feather Hoof's shoulders. "I was, of course, talking about HIM! I tell you what, kid, a quick re-write, and I can make you the star of all of Canterlot!" The two slipped away, leaving a cum-stained and shocked Trixie behind.

"... What?"

----------- Notes from the Author -----------

They changed the rules a bit for this one. I actually had 69 minutes to write this. Hehehe. I finished the above with 8:32 to spare, so I ran through and did a quick brush-over.

Had fun with this one. Just kind of let myself go, write whatever felt good.

Hope you enjoyed!

FINISHED WITH TWO MINUTES LEFT! BOOYAH!