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*I am not the author ,the original author posted this story as Anonymous*
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>You watch the wagon slowly make its way away from Ponyville.
>Trixie, the blue unicorn, had come to town to perform.
>And been driven out immediately.
>You know her reputation and the reason she’s loathed.
>Particularly the time when she basically took over the town and enslaved everyone was a nasty story.
>So you don’t feel any love for her either.
>Although there’s still one thing about her you appreciate.
>She’s a good-looking mare.
>It would be a bit of a waste if she just left town.
>And with the things she has done, it would be fair to repay the cruelty.
>Alone, you trail after the slowly moving wagon.
>There’s no-one to pull it and it seems to move on its own.
>Magic, you assume.
>As it makes its way along the road and further away from town, you close in on it.
>Ponyville’s houses become distant and the raw landscape, with unkempt trees and grassy fields, surrounds you.
>You run up to the wagon and knock on its wall.
>It stops.
>A window on its side opens and Trixie sticks her head out.
>”Who interrupts the journey of the Great and Powerful Trixie?”
>The blue unicorn peers around with a haughty look on her face.
>The simple but stylish mane, strong blue coat, and purple eyes make her a pleasant sight.
>Her searching eyes quickly find you.
>”Oh. Who are you?”
>You think quickly.
“… A fan.”
>She frowns.
>”Trixie has a widely known and magnificent reputation, but… you?”
>Her eyes go up and down your form.
>Right. You’re a bit alien to most ponies.
“Yeah.”
>She’s quiet for a moment.
>”… Flattering. Trixie hasn’t been in touch with many fans lately.”
>No doubt.
”Can I, uh… come in?”
>You take another look at her wagon.
>It’s not all that big.
>She doesn’t respond immediately but seems to mull it over.
>”Very well, you may enter Trixie’s domain.”

>Christ, the way she talks…
>Still, now you basically have her where you want her.
>She disappears into the wagon again and a door at its front swings open.
>You walk up to it and enter her ‘domain’.
>It’s a fucking mess.
>The walls are stacked with… stuff.
>Books, weird gears of all kinds, and even fireworks.
>On one side there’s a simple bed. The window is there too.
>And in the middle there’s space to walk, kind of like a narrow corridor.
>But everything else is taken by all the things she uses for her performances.
>Trixie seems to notice you studying her living space.
>”Trixie doesn’t often have guests so you’ll have to excuse the mess.”
“Alright.”
>She’s sitting on her bed, still wearing her starry cape.
>The only place you can comfortably sit, really.
>Before following her example, you close the small door behind you.
>Then walk over to Trixie and sit down next to her.
>The bed is pretty comfortable, at least.
>”So, what can the Great and Powerful Trixie do for you, loyal fan?”
>You think.
>How can you best put it?
“Sex?”
>She blinks.
>Then glares.
>”No. Absolutely not.”
>Figures.
>You won’t feel bad about having your way anyway.
>You grab the blue unicorn and swing her down on the bed, on her back.
>Trixie, shocked, gasps in confusion.
>Then her horn lights up.
>A random book smacks into your head from behind.
>Followed by another hitting your shoulder.
>You hold up your arms as more books start flying around and attack you.
>With your arms in the air, you manage to catch one of the attackers.
>You immediately swing it down with all your might at Trixie’s head.
>It rams into her forehead, part of the impact hitting her horn.
>She cries out with pain, and every flying object drops to the floor.
>Her forehooves go up to her precious horn and caress it.
>”Ow! How dare you!”
“Do that again and I break your horn off.”
>She stares at you in horror.
>Then she leaps at you.

>Tackling you head on, her whole body rams into you and pushes you back.
>You fall back against a pile of junk and Trixie sprints towards the door.
>With a quick movement of your arm, you reach out and grab the fleeing magician’s tail.
>She squeals as she’s suddenly stopped by a yank, only a single step from her door.
>Her horn glows again, and a variety of objects start to drop on you from high on the walls.
>More books, gadgets, and trinkets land on you but don’t do any real damage.
>You ignore it and pull her back by her tail.
>Her hooves desperately claw at the floor, but being hooves they’re not very good for that.
>As you get her back to you, you grab the nearest random object.
>A trumpet.
>… good enough.
>You swing it at her head, smacking her horn one more time.
>The rain of debris stops instantly, and Trixie holds her horn while whining loudly and painfully.
>”Trixie won’t stand for this! The most Great and Powerful unicorn in Equestria shouldn’t be treated like this!”
>With a hard tug, you yank her long cape off, getting her naked.
>The blue gem that served as its clasp hits the floor as it’s torn loose.
“The Great and Powerful Trixie had it coming.”
>At that she looks back at you.
>”No! Twilight was… Ponyville is only a town of foals and neigh-sayers!”
>She tries to buck you, but you’re almost on top of her and it only results in an awkward jutting with her hindlegs.
>You crawl properly on top of the little pony and press her against the floor.
>She grunts angrily as she can’t resist your weight.
>You start undoing your pants while your body keeps her pinned and unable to escape.
>She still struggles feebly, too stubborn to truly give up.
>You don’t mind. You like her spirit.

>You let your dick out of its cloth containment.
>It’s already erect with anticipation for some magical pony poontang.
>With Trixie safely stuck beneath you, you gently rub the head of your dick against the erotic lips beneath her tail.
>Trixie stiffens at the contact.
>”Ugh, you beast! You only came here to have your way with the Great and Po-“
“Yeah, yeah, I did.”
>The way she talks gets annoying fast.
>You hope a good dicking will shut her up.
>”Trixie knows very well she’s and irresistible beauty, but that doesn’t-“
>Jamming your hip forward, you impale the blue mare’s cunt.
>Her words are cut short and she screams in horror.
>Despite the ear-piercing outburst, pleasure explodes from your groin as you penetrate her intimate depths.
>In contrast to her unwelcoming attitude, her wet meaty tunnel wraps around your dick lovingly.
>You start to pull back and push in, and relish the way her walls massage you every inch of the way.
>”Thug! Brute! How dare you!”
>Trixie squirms uselessly beneath you in a desperate effort to escape.
>Her will to fight is kind of exciting.
>You plunge into her harder.
>She gasps and groans at your roughness with her, but keeps trying to either push you off or crawl away.
>You plant a hand on her head and the other between her shoulder blades and lift yourself up by your arms.
>With the weight of your upper body bearing down on her by those two points, she’s pinned to the floor.
>With her face pressed against said floor, she growls angrily.
>”Trixie won’t… This can’t…!”
>You let her grumble.
>Your dick is happy getting its fill of her unwilling pussy as you keep digging into her over and over.
>Since she’s perfectly helpless, you speed up and hammer your crotch into her ass.
>Trixie stop talking and just grunts every time you thrust into her.
>Better.
>But you keep holding her down while you fuck her thoroughly.

>The sweetness of her pussy seems to increase as she’s completely in your power in her own wagon.
>You start to grunt yourself as you enjoy her more and more, and your slam into her with more fervour.
>Her firm rump gets battered brutally every time you penetrate her and the poor mare rocks beneath you with each impact.
>You go faster.
>Harder.
>Take more.
>Your dick is blissful inside Trixie’s cunt.
>Her slick walls feel better and better.
>Your orgasm is fast approaching, and you can only think of filling Trixie to the brim with your cum.
>Whether she wants it or not.
>With senseless lust, you plow the blue magician as hard as you can.
>Use her, batter her, violate her.
>And then the orgasm breaks loose.
>You push into her, hard, and keep your dick hilted inside her while your brain explodes with ecstasy.
>Your head swims with pleasure while your dick pumps every drop of seed you’ve got in you into Trixie’s depths.
>Your ears detect Trixie’s complaining whines as you fill her.
>But you’re much too distracted to take note of it.
>The orgasm eventually ends and your body relaxes immensely.
>You finally realize how taxing it all was and breathe hard from the sudden exhaustion.
>Trixie breathes heavily too below you, although not from her own efforts but from your treatment.
>You pull out of her and sit down, removing a small rocket to make space for your ass.
>Trixie doesn’t move.
>A defeated blue figure on the floor.
>Her pussy is wet from the abundant stimulation it just went through and a certain white fluid seeps from its two dark lips.
>That felt good.
>”So…”
>Her voice is weaker than usual but still carries a clear note of anger.
>She lifts her head just enough for one of her purple eyes to look back at you and make eye-contact.
>Her glare is piercing.
>”You got what you wanted. Now leave Trixie alone.”
>Leave…
>That makes you think.

>You’re basically in the middle of nowhere.
>And you doubt Trixie will be missed anywhere. For a good while, at least.
“No.”
>Her eye goes wide.
>Straight from rage to horror.
>”W-what?”
“I’ve got all day.”
>You stand up and move over to Trixie.
>The fallen mare tries to move, but you grab her by the horn.
>Pulling, you force her up and lead her over to the bed.
>It’s not every day you get to fuck The Great and Powerful Trixie.
>So you intend to make the most of it.

>Several hours have gone by.
>The sun is setting and the horizon burns with golden colours.
>Birds slowly cease their singing as animals of all kinds get ready to sleep.
>Not that you’re paying attention.
>Trixie is on her back in her bed.
>The bed rocks and creaks. Possibly along with the rest of the wagon, you don’t know.
>You hold her horn securely in your hand while your mouth is locked onto hers.
>While you spear her pussy with your tireless dick, your tongue invades her mouth.
>She tries pitifully to push you away but she’s nonetheless at your mercy, as she has been all day.
>Her tongue wrestles wildly with yours as you taste her against her will, while you hammer her rump vigorously and eagerly violate her cunt.
>You eventually end the kiss and release her mouth, and she immediately gasps for air.
>And then you slam into her even harder.
>The creaking gets louder and a part of you wonder if the bed will eventually break apart.
>Then again, it seems old and worn.
>Trixie glares up at you with fury as you rock her body with violent lust.
>Although you give her no mercy as you keep impaling her well-used pussy.
>The bed is soaked with her juices from you raping her several times, and the sheets have turned sticky and cold.
>But you’re currently unable to care.
>You only care about spending yourself completely on the blue unicorn.

>As if immune to exhaustion, you keep plowing her.
>And get rewarded with another orgasm.
>Sweet ecstasy fills your mind as you pump your seed into Trixie for the umpteenth time.
>You can’t resist moaning in delight, and your body shivers from the intense pleasure.
>Your dick pulses diligently as it expels the few drops you have left inside the unhappy mare’s wet tunnel.
>And then you collapse on top of her.
>Trixie groans miserably beneath you.
>You take a few moments to rest, enjoying the feeling of her body against yours and the instinctive satisfaction of successful mating.
>Then you notice the evening chill.
>It’s getting late.
>You pull out of Trixie, suddenly noticing the rather immense soreness of your pecker, and get out of her bed.
>Grabbing your clothes from the floor, you start to get dressed.
>Trixie stays in the bed, her chest heaving as she recuperates.
>Her worn marehood spills its vaginal fluids and the latest load of cum into the soaked sheets.
”Time for me to go.”
>The unicorn slowly turns her head to glare at you.
>Her voice oozes hatred.
>”I’ll get you for this. You can’t just walk away from doing this to Trixie.”
“Is an ex-tyrant going to complain that someone from Ponyville did nasty things to her?
>That makes her hesitate.
>”… I… Everypony can’t just…”
>She’s goes quiet.
>At a loss for words.
>Good.
>Fully dressed, you exit her wagon and make your way home.
>Today was a nice day.

The end.