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Anon strutted through Ponyville, on a round of errands. Things had been… strange in his hometown lately. He’d felt slightly unsafe when walking around alone. Mares were being more and more aggressively friendly for some reason.
 
 With his guard at least slightly up, he scanned the streets of the town square. From the far side of the grass, he’d heard an announcement;
 

“Welcome, welcome one and all, to the latest performance of the Great and Powerful Trixie!”
 
 He turned to see that a crowd of mares had gathered around a temporary outdoor stage. Anon stepped closer, and he happened to notice that the crowd was, strangely, exclusively mares. Curious. But… the Great and Powerful Trixie? He’d heard the name of course, since she was on everyone’s lips lately. Anon wasn’t sure exactly why she’d gotten so famous so quickly, but supposedly she was quite the talented magician. He was in no hurry, so he saw something wrong with staying a spell to watch at least part of the show, right?
 

He stands and watches for a while. Trixie performs a few of the typical magician’s illusions, conjuring flowers, card tricks, that sort of thing, to applause from the crowd. Some of the tricks, Anon thought, were pretty simple, but a few were legitimately impressive.
 

Though throughout the performance, Anon noticed the mares in the crowd shooting glances at him, often with a grin, sometimes with a lip-bite It was mildly concerning to him. What did they know that he didn’t? That plus the strange behavior he’d witnessed from local mares was enough to put him off. He began to take steps backward, away from the show.
 
 “For my next trick, I will need a strong, handsome volunteer from the audience!” He heard Trixie call out, earning some whistles and knowing laughter from the crowd. Unluckily for Anon, he hadn’t gotten far enough away to avoid the grasp of Trixie’s stage crew, who surrounded him. He tried to take steps in the other direction but found himself cornered there too; he was powerless to resist as the strong mares dragged him up on the stage, to even more giggles of approval from the hundreds of mares who were watching. Once again, it seemed like everyone knew something that Anon didn’t.
 

“Ah yes, you there, the stallion walking away!” Trixie shouted, indicating that she’d seen the target her crew had already decided, who began shoulder-checking Anon back towards the performance. Despite being mares themselves, somehow they were much bigger and stronger than he was. Soon, and despite his best efforts to resist, Anon found himself dragged up on stage against his will.
 

“What’s your name, sweetie?” Trixie asked in her faux-friendly tone.
 

“Uh, Anon.” He stammered out.
 

“Anon, huh?” she mused. “Well, sure nice of you to volunteer for Trixie’s famous curtain drop illusion!!” The crowd cheered, apparently familiar with the bit she’d mentioned. “Ahaha! The Great and Powerful Trixie knew this crowd would be a fan of that particular trick!”
 

Trixie produced a curtain on a large ring. The audience waited with bated breath. She held the curtain over the top of Anon’s head and let it unfurl around him, hiding him from view. What was going on?
 

Outside, he could hear the hundreds of mares count down “Three… two… one!!”
 

The curtain fell to the ground with a soft clink. To his surprise and dismay, Anon found that somehow, all of his clothes had vanished; he stood on stage in front of hundreds of mares without a scrap of clothing to cover him.
 
 The show he was putting on against his will, of course, prompted an uproar of laughter at Anon’s expense. Quickly, his hands dove between his legs to cover his genitalia, but it was too late, everyone had already seen everything regardless.
 

His attempts to cover himself were in vain regardless, because he soon found his wrists and ankles forced outward, pulling him, bizarrely, in a spread-eagle position although he was standing upright. It took him a moment to realize that Trixie was doing this with magical force fields around his extremities.
 

“Quite a spectacular show you’re putting on for us, Anon!” Trixie teased. “Let’s give him another hand, ladies!” She called out to the crowd, earning another wave of applause and laughter. Anon had never been humiliated on such a scale before.
 

“And I think we all know what comes next, don’t we?” Trixie muttered into her mic as she sauntered over to her captive, which resulted in the biggest cacophony of approval yet from the assembled mares. Magically, she raised Anon into the air, lifting him until his crotch at her eye level. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where she was going next, so Anon was struggling with all his might against his magical entrapment, but he got nowhere.
 

Trixie, to the crowd’s delight, wrapped her lips around Anon’s half-erect cock and began to vigorously suck. He panted and groaned, stiffening in his captor’s mouth. Though he thrashed and resisted, he couldn’t deny the pleasure of the experience. It wasn’t long before he was completely erect, and on the verge of blowing his load.
 

But unfortunately for Anon, Trixie realized just how close he was. Sadistically, she waited until he was just so, so close to finishing, and then stopped in her tracks, pulling her mouth off his throbbing erection as she looked up to him with a smirk of evil. Anon, unable to hold back, simply dribbled a thin strand of semen off the tip of his cock onto the stage. He had gotten to cum, sure, but he was denied the pleasure of a full orgasm in a mare’s mouth.
 

… For now at least.
 

Trixie turned her attention back to the audience. “And now, the moment you’ve been waiting for! VIP ticket holders, your time is now!” She announced, and at least a dozen mares trotted out of the audience onto the stage, each grinning eagerly at Anon. He could guess what was going to happen next.
 

The hungry mares sized him up and made their selections. Some put their mouths on him, others their pussies. Regardless, the exquisite torment of a dozen wet orifices covering his body, at least two of which had settled on his penis, began undulating against his bare skin. It wasn’t long before he came again, much to their amusement.
 

This continued for some time until Trixie intervened. “Alright ladies, I think our poor victim has had enough~” Sparks flew from her horn.
 

Darkness. Anon’s eyes snapped open. He found himself in his own bed. Did he dream the whole thing?!
 

He threw back the covers to discover his still-naked body, still covered in damp spots and lipstick marks. He breathed heavily. This was a day he would not soon forget.