I felt a shiver down my spine as I sat up. Celestia’s sun filtered through my half-closed blinds, decking my bed and room with horizontal lines of sunlight. I threw off my comforter and placed my feet on the carpeted floor, wriggling my toes amongst the fibers while I slid my fingers through the mess of my hair.

My eyes misted. A cry tried to escape through my chest, but I firmly held it down. I took a few deep breaths and slowly laid back down the bed. On my back, I gradually relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the stiff mattress contrasting with the velvet softness of my comforter. I closed my eyes.

I could still see it. A dark foreboding male figure swathed in the shadows. Most of his features were hidden, but his hard eyes and scowled lips told me the story. He was shouting, at first, indistinctly. But slowly, I began to hear a sound...
not a voice, but a high pitch ringing noise. Louder and louder, until the man began to move aggressively, pointing a finger accusingly to my direction.

Before I woke up, I heard him say, “You’re a disappointment!”

I opened my eyes and sat up. I shook my head. It was two hours before work.

Time for the usual morning routine.

“Morning, Harry!” a red-orange stallion greeted as I passed him. I could only nod back, trying to keep my breathing pattern even as I jogged through the small trail in Canter Park, a community garden on a very large scale.

I heard it all started out as an orange farm before the owners moved out to the big city. The place attracted a few ponies who wanted to maintain the land, and they slowly expanded, making it into a veritable woodland area. Orange trees still dominated the park, but now it had companions ranging from differing flower bushes to other non-fruit bearing trees as well.

My feet were pounding hard and I gasped for air as I finally reached the clearing. The cold air burned my lungs, but I drank it up as eagerly as I could. It’s funny, when I think about it. Physical exertion was not something I saw myself doing back on Earth. I aimed to be a tech expert. Any type of exercise I did was only to maintain my weight. Now, I need it to increase and sustain stamina for my profession.

You don’t get happy customers unless you leave them tired, boss said.

I found it somewhat disturbing hearing that from a female.

“Looking good there, Harry.”

I blinked and looked at my right. Approaching me was Ever Ring, my handler. She was a white unicorn with pink mane and tail, and her cutie mark, though blocked by her small saddlebags, was two silver rings linked together. She had a twinkle in her eyes as she made a very obvious gesture of studying me from head to toe. All she needed to do to complete the picture was for her to whistle.

“Careful, Eve. Stare too long, I may have to start charging you,” I replied with a grin.

“Ooh, I can’t help it,” she replied slowly, in a throaty and sensual voice. “I have a thing for humans who are all wet and tired.”

Oh dear lord, Audio Erotica, your name is Eve.

I just stood there for a minute before I laughed. Eve herself followed afterwards as she stood beside me, waiting for me to recover. When I started walking back home, she followed.

“What brings you here so early?” I asked as I reached my front door. I unlocked it with a key and let her in.

I don’t know how to aptly describe my place. It was too small for me to consider it a house. It had a kitchen complete with small tabletop stove, oven toaster and an icebox (yes, the grandfather of the modern fridge). The kitchen also served as the dining area and had a short square table with four simple thick pads for seats.

The living room area was nothing brag about either. It was carpeted and had couches spread around a small rectangular table. It didn’t have any modern human equipment like TVs or anything. It was basically just a room to stuff your guests in and made sure they were as comfortable as possible.

That left my bedroom, which just had a queen size bed, closet and drawer, and my bathroom that had a modified shower stall, sink and toilet.

Eve followed me to the kitchen, and made herself comfortable in one of the seats.

“You want a drink?” I asked as I went to my icebox.

“No thanks,” she replied. “Why haven’t you bought those new refrigerators the humans and ponies invented?”

I shrugged, and grabbed tall glass bottle of water. “Those things are expensive,” I replied as I placed the bottle on the table and grabbed a clean glass. I sat opposite of her, and poured myself a drink. “I’ll wait until they start mass production. Cheaper that way. Or until they build smaller ones.”

“You should move to a bigger place,” Eve advised, adjusting her glasses with her hoof. She magically lifted a small box from her saddlebags, and placed it on top of the table.

Drinking my water, I opened up the box revealing a substantial amount of small blank business cards. Well, not completely blank, as they had my Gentleman Identification Number printed at the bottom. I raised an inquiring eyebrow at that.

“Platinum thinks that it gives a more personal touch if each Gentleman signs it with their call-name,” Eve replied, her shoulders shrugging. “Personally, I think it’s inefficient, but until I overthrow her reign, I’m stuck keeping my lips shut until an opportunity arises.”

I snorted. “How much will the boss pay me if I advise her that my handler is secretly vying to overthrow and replace her as the manager for the G for Ms?”

“And risk losing me as your handler? Tut, Harry. How could you,” Eve uttered with an exaggerated sniff. “Does our friendship mean nothing to you that you’re willing to throw me out in the wind?”

“Well, you did say I needed a bigger place.”

Eve replied by magically throwing an envelope to my face. “Oh quiet, you.”

I chuckled, and picked up the fallen packet. I frowned as I saw on the cover who the request was from. “Miss Lulamoon. Isn’t this the second time this month?”

“Yes, well I have to say, when her name first popped up for you months ago, I’ve been practically trying to get you not to take it,” Eve muttered. “But I guess I have a chilling eye for talent. Not only did she like you, you had left your number to her. I find it a bit scary, considering how many Gentlemen she went through.”

I said nothing, feeling the parchment paper envelope with my hands, feeling its texture. I caught a scent of something aquatic and floral that reminded me very much of her perfume.

Trixie Lulamoon and I met a few months before Spitfire. It was different then. I was just fresh out of training, cocky and confident. Every mare I saw was a potential new customer, and with my training, I felt I could finally roll with the big boys.

Oh, how life proved me wrong.

Nopony was interested in a fresh face. Most of our customers already had their own preferences—Gentlemen that were already tried and proven in their eyes—and always seemed biased against anyone new. Even the new customers were a hard sell, as they listened to long-time customers on which Gentlemen to pick.

I remembered my first week. I was handed three mares, each with their own preferred Gentlemen. Unfortunately, due to scheduling conflicts, they had to make do with me, though company policy left them an option to refuse.

They all did. The last one, a pretty famous DJ mare with white coat, two toned electric-blue mane and tail didn’t bother to even tell me her refusal. I had stood there, silently begging for a chance when she just placed her purple shades back on, and trotted away.

Since there were no customers, I didn’t get any commission. And through the passing weeks, I quickly became dependent on Eve for necessities. She gave me food and a roof over my head.

I felt like an embarrassment, and I told her. Eve would have none of that. She always cheered me up when I was down. She told me not to give up and that my break was coming.

‘It’s coming, Harry. It’s long overdue,’ she said.

When I finally got my first customer, it felt like a drug. I needed more.

I began imagining what I could do with the money; I could afford my own place, support myself, and even pay Eve back for all the help she had given me. So when Trixie’s name popped up, I went for it. Eve was adamant, even when we were on our chariot ride to Trixie’s place.

She explained that Trixie had gone through five Gentlemen, and only one left their card for her. Even then, she never called that Gentleman back.

I didn’t listen. Momentum was on my side, and I needed to expand my list of mares. I was confident that I would be the second one to leave her my card, and the first to get called back. Eve still requested I turn her down, advising there would be others. I was still at a start of my career, and I could have bitten more than I could chew with Miss Lulamoon.

I scoffed.

“Oh come on, Eve. How bad can she be?” I had to ask. When she didn’t reply, I turned to her, and saw her biting her bottom lip.

“From what I gathered, she tends to like it rough.”

“Well, if she wants rough, I’ll give her rough.”

Eve just sighed. She said it was my choice, and to ‘Remember, Daffodil.’

I always found it funny that in my hurry to gather daffodil flowers, it had never occurred to me that Eve’s words had meant something completely different... not even when I was strapped on Miss Lulamoon's bed.

“Let me go!” I shouted as I struggled against my bonds. The blue unicorn with glowing horn in front of me smiled as she slowly rubbed my erection with the slit of her wet marehood. I shivered as I felt something akin to an electrical jolt travel from the tip of my manhood all the way up my spine. My limbs thrashed uselessly; I couldn’t do anything as she teasingly rubbed my whole length up and down in very slow motion.

“I see the Great and Powerful Trixie has your complete attention,” Trixie declared. She then smiled as she slid her whole body on top of me, purposely pinning my very stiff member on her underside. She began to rub it roughly, smiling as I moaned louder. “How long can you resist? How long before you break down and beg for the Great and Powerful Trixie to release you?”

I groaned as I tried to keep my hips moving against her flow. I wanted to come so badly, but as long as her magic was still at work, I was bound and completely at her mercy. I could only stare at her mesmerizing purple eyes as I struggled through my shackles.

I didn’t mind having my limbs tied, or the way the unicorn always seemed to speak in third-person, as that would have made an interesting night. No, what I did mind was the fact that she cast a damned spell that prevented ejaculation, and kept it active as she found more ways to tantalize me.

I didn’t even know there was such a spell! Unicorns were damn cheaters!

The unfairness of the situation, though, made me want it to stick it to her. She was so damned cocky to think I’d break so easily. No sir. Harry’s a damn fighter, and no matter how great and powerful you are, I’m the enduring and adaptable human!

“I won’t beg,” I whispered. “Do what you want. I won’t beg.”

Trixie smiled. She was really enjoying this! I struggled more as she stood up, and walked towards me. I felt a tantalizing wave of torturous pleasure wash over my erection as her tail slowly wrapped itself the tip, and unhurriedly, tormentingly, twirled in an up and down motion.

I jerked my hips up and down to no avail. Oh God, I was teetering on the edge of release again, only for the feeling to be suppressed before the breaking point. How many times had she done this? Her magic not only kept me from feeling release, but also kept me going on, stoking the fire of my groin to an unbearable level.

“You will,” she simply said. “The Great and Powerful Trixie shall show how you are nothing but putty in her hooves!”

She leaned down, and slowly began to lick my nipples in a circular movement as her tail continued its motion. I felt my limbs shaking involuntarily as I grit my teeth to keep from shouting out loud. There was no way I was going to give her the satisfaction of hearing me cry out.

Her tail let go of my manhood and her tongue stopped moving as well. I felt the pressure slowly come down, but I was still so damned hard. She smiled, stood up, and walked over me. She placed her front legs over the headboard, giving me a view of her wetness. She giggled, looking at me.

“Trixie shall continue her ministrations. However, no more teasing,” she advised. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is going to tell you what will happen. Trixie shall bring you up to the highest skies, then drown you in the deepest ocean. You will feel as you’ve been blinded and thunderstruck. When that happens, you will open your eyes and see the key to your release. Worship it, and the Great and Powerful Trixie shall release you from your bondage.”

She turned and sat lightly on my chest, her very wet marehood in front of me. That was all I could see. It winked and contracted, looking more inviting and erotic every second. Warm fluids dripped down my neck as her quivering her pink folds giving an interesting contrast of her blue color.

I grunted as I felt her move forward and backwards slightly. I could hear a slight squirting sound, and for a second I wondered what was going on. Then, I felt something touch my erection.

Oh God... my manhood was sandwiched by what I could most closely describe as two large cat paws. There were nudges on each motion, complete with slight sucking sensations. Trixie alternated how each of her front hooves moved, like a see-saw. When one came up, the other came down. And true to her word, she wasn’t moving in a slow teasing motion.

She was now milking me for all I was worth.

“You should hear yourself,” Trixie giggled as she went even faster. Oh God. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is not so sadistic. You know what you need to do.” And then she shook her plot in front of me.

No, I thought to myself. And I repeatedly kept thinking ‘no’, but a small part of my mind told me that it was going to be inevitable. I was aching for release so bad, and her hooves were making my resistance crumble with every stroke. My hips were automatically thrusting up, hoping for a discharge.

“Trixie can do this all night!” she laughed.

I sat up as much as the bonds would allow me to. I did what she wanted. I licked her. I kissed her. Desperately.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie accepts your terms of surrender,” she said.

Then, I felt her wrap her mouth around me, thick tongue licking my manhood in fast motions. And at the same time, I finally, finally, went over the edge.

I don’t think I ever shouted as loudly as I did that night. My ejaculation came with a force that I could not describe, even if I had the narrative powers to do so. All I remember is my body jolting, my hips pumping up and down desperately as she drank me hungrily, her tongue feeling almost painful to my very sensitive member.

The last thing I saw was her marehood squirting, moistening my face before I was on my back from exhaustion.

The last thing I felt was her nuzzling on my cheek, licking.

And the last thing I heard was her soft whisper.

“I like you.”

Next time I woke up, I was suspended vertically, hands in bondage and sitting on what looked like a wooden horse. And then I heard a telltale snap of a whip. I realized in horror that the night was far from over.

“I should have remembered Daffodil,” I muttered as I exited my bedroom.

“What?” Eve’s question echoed from the living room area. I rolled my eyes, and spotted her on the couch as I exited the doorway, reading Equestrian Times. She looked at me.

“Daffodil, the safe word,” I replied. “I thought you meant that I should get her, Miss Lulamoon,” I clarified, “daffodils. I completely put that out of my head.”

“Oh, your first night with her,” Eve giggled as she magically folded the newspaper, and laid it down the table at the center of the room. “I remember picking you up. You were crying like a foal.”

“I wasn’t crying!” I protested. “I was in a catatonic state of shock. Oh quiet,” I muttered as Eve’s giggles graduated to full laughter. “What do you think?” I asked, posing.

Eve looked at me, from my white-red shoes, dark blue rip-away pants, and my white Velcro-secured shirt. She raised an eyebrow, a habit, I’m proud to say, she had gotten from me. Long live Spock.

“She really likes to unwrap you, huh?”

“Like a Hearth’s Warming Eve present,” I nodded.

“Are you even wearing underwear?” Eve asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “Trixie really likes to—”

“I don’t want to know!” Eve cut me off. I just shrugged.

“Yeah, well me neither.”

Trixie Lulamoon was always considered the hardest mare to accommodate. It wasn’t just because of her fetishes of dominating her Gentlemen, but also because she couldn’t stay in one place for long. She was a traveling performer, always moving from city to city and town to town and was really strict when it came to her off days.

Her time-frame was always limited and with the considerable money she paid, Gentlemen for Mares always put her as priority. Eve would clear my schedule every time her request envelope comes in a few days prior, and give me a heads up.

Last time we spent the night, she was in the outskirts of Appleloosa. Now, she was miles away from location, near a small town called, due to its star-patterned roads, Star Tracks.

Eve dropped me off a good half-kilometer away from Trixie’s approximate location. The whole area was grassland near a small cliff. Down that cliff was a long stretch of dirt with a few bare trees standing in place. The sun was sinking fast, giving way to twilight, and the strong wind coming from the east left me with the bit of the chills.

I paced myself as I walked to Trixie’s general location. A good walk, I found, was a great warm-up to whatever Trixie seemed to be planning. I also found out she really liked the flushed look I would likely to get when I got a little bit of exercise. A little tended to go a long way, and a happy Trixie was a gentler Trixie.

I didn’t even get halfway there when I heard shouts and barking. My blood ran cold for a moment before I dashed the rest of the way in. I spotted a thick branch lying nearby and picked it up. I prayed I wasn’t too late as I saw Trixie’s cart.

It was a wreck. The cart was lopsided as one of the wheels was missing. The yellow body had scratches and holes, and the mechanical parts that transformed one side of the wall into a stage had been busted, revealing the interior. Inside, there was a purple curtain was ripped in shreds, as well as the banner display. The props didn’t fare any better. Not even fireworks display or the horn instruments were spared.

Around the cart was a group of Diamond Dogs. The lot of them were raiding the cart’s interior, taking whatever they could, mostly gems. The rest surrounded Trixie, looking haggard with her cloak and pointy hat smudged and ripped in a few places.

“Stay back, mongrels! Unless you want to feel the wrath of the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie shouted as she struck her levitated whip and in powerful motions, whipped around it creating snapping sounds. The Diamond Dogs surrounding her were unsure at what to do. One tried to get too close, and the whip came and snapped at his snout.

The sound it made reminded me of something akin to a gunshot. I practically winced as the Diamond Dog whined and backed away. I know I’ve been at a receiving end of her whips, but she never intentionally wanted to cause damage. Now, she wasn’t holding back. I wouldn’t be surprised if that Dog was bleeding from his snout.

The rest of the Diamond Dogs though looked at each other and growled, taking a step toward Trixie.

Uh oh.

“Hey!” I shouted. Five diamond dogs looked at me in surprise, and I’d gotten Trixie’s attention too. “Pick on someone your own size!”

I realized my mistake when some of them began to walk to my direction. I also realized my mistake when I saw that they weren't the usual runts that had a good few inches on me, but the bigger Dogs that were de facto leaders of their raiding parties that towered over me by a good foot or so. Oh, and before I forget, my only weapon was a frigging stick against these carnivorous diggers.

Yeah, smart move Harry. Maybe you’ll get a Darwin nomination for your efforts. Heck, win one while you’re at it!

I swallowed, but stood my ground. I couldn’t take on the group, and neither could Trixie. I was hoping I provided her some leverage so she could make her escape. And if I ran around fast enough and not get caught, I could soon follow afterwards.

Four Diamond Dogs snarled as they approached, only to stop as a powerful roar rang out. I think I dropped my branch as well when I spotted a bright glow of purple light coming from behind them. I think we stood there for a good minute before they all rushed towards my direction, eyes wide while they whined in fear as an Ursa Minor roared after them.

I read of them in ‘Equestrian World for Humans’. They were described as large bears with a coat that depicted the night sky. They were said to be found in deep-dwelling caves in the Everfree Forest, rarely coming out to towns or cities, preferring to stay near their respective territories.

I must have been in shock. I couldn’t even order my legs to move as I stood there like a damned moron while this huge purple-glowing freak of nature was charging at me. When they said it was large, they were really underestimating it. And now, it was coming at me.

I fell down, screaming as the bear came right up to me. The mass of something that big would be incredible, and at speed it was moving at, getting hit by it would be like standing in front of a speeding train. I was pretty sure my bones would be ground to dust, and expected that the only thing left of me would be a pile of flesh and goo.

What I didn’t expect was for it to pass through me harmlessly.

“Holy crap!” I muttered breathlessly as I stayed on the ground a few more seconds. I could feel my heart racing and my head aching. What the hell just happened? I sat up and spotted Trixie, her eyes shut in concentration as her horn glowed with such intense... purple light?

I looked away, back at the Ursa Minor also glowing in purple as it began chasing all the Diamond Dogs away. My eyes widened as I understood. Soon, the rest of the diamond dogs retreated down the cliff, and the illusion of the Ursa Minor faded as Trixie’s horn glow subsided. She almost collapsed.

I rushed at her. “Trixie, you alright?” I asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She roughly shoved it away.

“Go away!” she shouted. I noticed her eyes were wet. “The Great and Powerful Trixie has no need of your companionship tonight!”

I stood there, stumped as Trixie walked towards her cart. She looked at the whole thing for almost a minute, before she lay down on the grass, shaking slightly. I bit my lip, and then approached. I could hear her sniffling as I came right beside her.

I sat down.

She said nothing.

I placed a placating hand on the base of her neck, just above her shoulders. I slid my hand up and down her silver white mane slowly.

She still said nothing. She just continued to cry.

And I let her.

“This is a total wreck,” Trixie muttered as she magically tied and secured the roof and body of her cart with a lot of ropes. “Those stupid mongrels took everything as well. Trixie will barely have enough food to continue her travels, and her savings! Ugh! If the Great and Powerful Trixie sees them again, oh, Tartarus hath no fury!”

I smiled, still looking down a broken wheel one of the Diamond Dogs had left behind. It was nice to hear Trixie going at it again after she spent almost ten minutes sniffling away into her fetlocks. I just said, “Go Trixie!”

I heard her scoff and huff as she approached me. “And have you found out if the wheel is in fact irreparable?”

I shook my head. I was able to take apart her wheel. It looked like those that belonged in an old western carriage, but more advanced. The wheel itself was made of different removable parts; the outer circular surface covered in a rubber tread, the spokes, and the central hub. Once I separated the outer surface from the attached spokes, I was able to see three spokes bent out of shape.

“It’s intact, though it’ll be wobbly if we don’t replace those,” I replied. “Do you have extras?”

Trixie just walked away, coming back a few minutes later with five of them. At least we’d have spares if we screwed up, I suppose.

We both stayed quiet as we both started the rather boring work of attaching new spokes. Trixie would magically place them, and I’d place the tread above them before I’d hammer it securely in place.

“Trixie may not call you for a while,” the blue mare suddenly declared, making me stop my hammering for a bit. She looked at me, her eyes sad. “I will barely be able to scrape enough to replace everything that was destroyed. And without a working cart, my show won’t be spectacular enough to warrant high payment.”

I grunted, and raised the hammer before bringing it down the covered spoke. “Is there anyone can that give you a loan or anything? Help out?”

Trixie looked unsure. She raised her hoof to her chin, muttering, “Well, maybe. But no, no...”

I brought the hammer down again. “Well, what is it?” I asked.

“Trixie’s home town in nearby,” she replied softly. “She can ask... father. No, no, the Great and Powerful Trixie cannot.”

“Problems with your father?” I asked, checking to see if the spoke was secured. It was. “Alright, Trixie, turn it, and let me secure the next one.”

The wheel didn’t move. I looked up, and saw Trixie looking at the ground blankly.

“Trixie!”

“Wha—what?” she finally replied, eyes wide.

“Turn the wheel,” I repeated. This time, she complied, the wheel turning to the next spoke poking out.

“There’s no need to shout,” Trixie scoffed. “The Great and Powerful Trixie does not appreciate, uh, the... uh—”

I chuckled. “You are very welcome,” I said. I’m pretty sure I earned a glare. I began hammering down again, and asked, “So, are you having problem—" I grunted "—with your father?”

She remained silent. I understood.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine,” I advised. “I—ugh—also had problems with my dad. He was a doctor. Surgeon, actually. Good man. He practiced his work like a good Samaritan, always considerate on his patient’s monetary situation, charging them accordingly.”

I finished securing the spoke, and asked Trixie to turn the wheel. She did. I began my work again.

“I have two older brothers and a younger sister.” I paused as I slammed on the wheel. “They all took different courses, all medical-related. One of my brothers became a nurse, the other a pediatrician; doctor for human foals, basically. My sister was a physical therapist.”

I sighed, and hammered down again. “I was... conflicted. I didn’t like medicine. Computers were more of my thing, and I really didn’t know how to tell him. I feared the look on his face. For a year, I did nothing but bum at my parent’s place, listening to my dad kept going at me, on how I was wasting my life. I hated him for it, always talking down on me. When he finally said...”

“You’re a disappointment!”

“I ran away from home. Temporarily of course. I just ran out of the house. I remember my mother shouting for me to come back, my sister yelling at my dad. I didn’t look back. I just ran until I found myself wandering aimlessly through the streets.”

I paused, and looked at Trixie. Her attention was completely on me.

“When I came back home, my dad was waiting on the couch. It was already two in the morning, yet there he was, waiting for me to get my sorry flank back home. I thought he was going to berate me again on how I worried my mother, but instead, he just asked... what did I want with life?

“He said it in such a neutral, non-accusatory manner. He said ‘Please, son. Talk to me’. And, so I did. He listened. Afterwards, he told me to pursue my dreams. He said as long as I did what I wanted to get through life, as long as he knew I would not throw myself without direction, he’d support me all the way. Then I realized how stupid I was not to trust him.”

I wiped the tears threatening to come out of my eyes. Remembering that story just reminded me on how much I missed my family.

“Trixie’s situation is different,” the mare muttered. I looked at her, and gave her an encouraging nod. She took a deep breath. “My father is the great Illusive One. His magic was powerful, and his shows very spectacular. He specialized in multiple-threading.”

I blinked. Multi-threading? Why on Earth was a unicorn talking computer jargon all of the sudden? As far as I knew, Equestrian computers were still years from completion, nevermind the fact she was talking about her father who apparently had been doing it years ago.

She saw my confused look. “That means he could control a large number of items in an instant,” she explained. “That was how he coordinated everything in his show to perfection. He was the talk of Equestria, even performing at the Grand Galloping Gala for Princess Celestia.

“He settled down. He got a herd—you are aware of what a herd is, correct?”

I nodded. Yeah, of course I knew. With the lopsided numbers between stallions and mares, the best way to keep their numbers up was for a stallion to marry as many mares as he could, forming essentially a big family they called a herd.

Funnily enough, humans called it a harem.

“My father had a few foals. I have three sisters, an Earth Pony, and two pegasi. Both were from different mothers. I have a brother, a unicorn, from my mother. When my brother’s special talent was found out to be sewing, Father looked at me. He tried to nudge me in his direction, and was happy when I showed competence and interest. And when I got my cutie mark, his face shone with such happiness.”

I finally finished securing the spoke, and Trixie and I went to cart. The show mare magically lifted her cart on one side as I attached the wheel to the cart, and secured it by hammering down on a spike lock.

“What happened then? Your father seemed proud of you,” I said after I drove the lock in.

Trixie’s eyes went downcast. She gave a shudder. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is... not that powerful,” she whispered. I think it took something out of her to admit that. “When father began to teach me his techniques for multiple-threading, I could not do as much as he could. Each day, each practice, my father’s smile grew smaller and smaller. Trixie could not stand it! Like you, I ran away. I vowed to come back, prove to my father that I am Great and Powerful, to make him proud!”

I think a dam burst inside her as she her eyes suddenly glimmered with tears. She tried to hold them back with her front legs, but she could not hide it from me, not even with the darkened night sky.

“I can’t return to him. Not like this,” she cried.

I stood there, looking at this beautiful mare as she poured her heart out to me. I could tell her I understood and tell her everything was alright, but it would not do her justice. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her, and let her cry into my chest.

“Yes you can,” I told her. “What father would not be overjoyed to see the return of his long-lost daughter? What father would not help her in need?”

She silently tried to compose herself and after a minute, she finally calmed down enough to look at me. I just looked back at her purple eyes and smiled. She scoffed.

“Ahem.”

Yes, she actually said ‘ahem’.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie will not tell you her thanks.”

I chuckled. “Oh that’s fin—”

She pinned me down on the grassy ground, and kissed me. Deep. I was so unprepared for her actions that I numbly laid on my ass as I stared at her, letting her tongue conquer my mouth unmolested as she explored with enthusiasm.

When her lips separated from mines, I saw her hungry expression as clear as day. She grinned. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will show you instead.”

We rolled on the grass, our mouths too busy to talk. Her hooves (cold even through my clothing thanks to the horseshoes she still wore) patted on my chest and sides gently sending slight shivers up my body. Oh, she enjoyed that reaction as she tried to find more spots she could press. In turn, my hands explored her shoulders, underside, teats and flank.

We fought each other for supremacy. I was better. Her resistance crumbled first.

Heh, humans were damn cheaters too thanks to our fingers.

I rolled on top of her, and she squirmed and squealed a bit. I smiled, and with my left hand, I took hold of her horn, stopping her dead on her tracks. Her eyes widened, looking at me as I gave it a slight rub.

“Oh Celestia!” she moaned.

I let go of her horn, and lingered my open palm in front of her mouth. She began licking it in enthusiasm. My right hand dove towards her already wet marehood, and began to explore her lips and flicking at her clit in intervals. She responded by licking my palm faster.

Moistened enough, I touched her horn again with my wet left palm. She stood stock still for a second until I started massaging it with an up and down motion, following the spiral couture of her appendage. Her hind legs began closing around my right hand as I moved my fingers inside of her, feeling the welcoming warm wetness of her insides.

The more I stroked her horn, the tighter and wetter she got until she couldn’t take it anymore. She screamed out loud, her horn glowing bright purple as a spark of her magic shot up in the sky. Her walls contracted as I felt the wetness just spurt out simultaneously as her magical spark exploded in the sky like a firework.

“Oh my, yes... yes!” she panted. I released her horn, and brought my moist right hand to my face. I made sure she watched as I licked delectably on her sticky juices before I kissed her. She kissed me back with enthusiasm.

I let her rest, ignoring my hardness threatening to pop out of my pants. I just slid besides her, continued kissing her lips as her panting slowly died down.

“Trixie is... lucky to have met you,” the mare muttered. “Trixie never had any luck on stallions. They were very choosy, and plain. Mares thought Trixie was too... well, they were choosy too. She remembered her first stallion. He was... okay. No, scratch that. Trixie found him too simple. Especially when it came to bed.” She paused.

I gently kissed her cheek, murmuring her to go on.

“Trixie was tired of basically just letting him rut her so... boringly. One day, Trixie tied him up, made him stand. She touched him with her hooves, took him in her mouth. Trixie wanted him to lick her as well, but he would refuse. Then Trixie began imagining forcing herself to him, imagined how hard he’d cry.” She took a deep breath, face flushed as she finished the last bit in a hoarse whisper. “I imagined him begging for mercy. I wanted to hear it so badly, and I realized how hot and wet I felt.”

She groaned. Good lord, was she getting turned on just by recalling all this by memory? I don’t know if I found that weird or arousing.

Trixie then glared at the night sky. “He thought he was Celestia’s gift to mares that day. Hah! Trixie dumped him like garbage!”

She scoffed , her voice gaining more volume. There was also an edge I could only describe as anger.“But there were no mares or stallions that Trixie met that would want to go through what Trixie wanted. And when you humans were discovered, and the Gentlemen for Mares was created, Trixie thought this was her chance,” Trixie sighed. “The first three and the fifth never left their cards. The fourth was, uh, too enthusiastic? You, though, you were different.”

And she went back to whispering. “You knew how to play with me. You resisted just enough to get me bothered, and would readily collapse at my mercy. You would build up my excitement in ways I never thought possible.” Trixie blushed. “It was always fun to see your threshold. I knew you were the Gentleman for me after that first night.”

I half-wondered if she’d still feel the same if I said the truth was I basically forgot the safe word. I decided not to breathe a word of it to her.

“Why did you leave your card?” Trixie asked softly. “Did you truly enjoy the night under the hooves of The Great and Powerful Trixie?”

I looked at her, and she looked at me. She bit her lip slightly, as if afraid to hear what I was about to say. I just smiled at her.

“I... I know what it’s like to be rejected by mares,” I admitted. “Especially that time. I was still new. I was, well, desperate. I heard you were going through each Gentlemen, and when I heard four of them refused to give you their cards, I had wondered. And that night with you, I finally understood.”

I sighed, and looked up the stars.

“I didn’t get to see much of your face when you tied me to your bed, but after that, I always saw you looked sad every time a, uh, session ended. If I had to guess, you were enjoying yourself but you were afraid what would happen once it was over.” I looked back at her. “Am I right?”

She just nodded. She didn’t have to explain. She had said earlier she found a Gentleman that put a fire in her. She had whispered it in my ear when I was on her bed.

She had been outright terrified she’d never have someone like me again.

“I... enjoyed that day, Trixie,” I said, “because you enjoyed it. I guess in the end, that’s all that mattered. That’s why I left my card.”

Trixie smiled at my answer, and nodded. She rolled back onto all fours and turned, making her tail face me. She moved her tail out of the way, showing me her wonderful wetness.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie hired you for one night,” she said with a slight huff. “Get on your feet, Gentleman Wingman, and satisfy your customer.”

I sat up and touched her flank. She kept still as I leaned over, and kissed her, licking her very wet lips. She shivered slightly, but stood proud on all fours. I continued my ministrations for a few moments before she gave a satisfied shake. I stood up. She turned, and I greeted her with a smile.

“As you command, Mistress Trixie.”

“You don’t look... beaten,” Eve declared in a bit of wonderment as I entered the chariot.

“Why, Eve? Do you like the beaten look better?” I teased, sitting down beside her.

“Kinda,” she replied, earning her a confused look from me. “You tend to be quiet when you are. I like the quiet.”

“Oh, thank God you told me that, because I have a lot of things to tell you!”

Eve immediately covered her ears, saying ‘la-la-la-can’t-hear-you-la-la-la’. I just laughed.

As the chariot passed Trixie’s beaten up cart, I saw her looking at us. I could imagine her giving me a haughty look and going on her merry way. I just smiled, and waved.

Trixie watched me for a second, then turned and walked away.

I saw Celestia’s sunrise, and a little prayer escaped my thoughts.

Until next time, Miss Trixie Lulamoon. Until next time.