>It is the weekend.
>You are hammered after a night drinking with the guys at the bar.
>After paying your tab, you bid farewell to your comrades-in-booze.
>The trek home proves to be a challenge since it is a cross-town walk, but you are sure you can make it.
>Lucky it is night and you will not have to deal with any of these self-righteous ponies judging your drinking habits.
>You cut through Ponyville's park since it is a short-cut.
>You stumble about in a drunken haze, relishing in your surroundings.
>This place is serene.
>The soft wind feels nice against your flushed skin.
"Holy shit I gotta pissh like a racehorshe!"
>And hopefully no one heard that outburst.
>That doesn't discount the fact that you do have to take a leak.
>You find a pretty big tree in the middle of the grassy meadow.
>After a quick check to see if no one is around, you make a beeline towards the tree.
>Fingers unbutton your pants with drunken finesse.
>Takes you about half a minute, but you manage to get those pesky trousers down to your ankles.
>You drop your underwear as well.
>Why? Because you fucking can.
>Step out of them and kick them off to the side.
>Getting them wet is a party foul, and party fouls are for squares.
>You take hold of your limp snake and unleash hell on the tree.
"Take that shtupid, uh...tree."
>The relief of letting out all that bladder juice washes over you.
>You aim it lower so it splatters against the roots.
"Drink it all up. Hah!"
>Everything is all well and good.
>As you finish, you give your manhood a few shakes before bending over to grab your pants.
>"WEO WEO WEO!!! Halt right there, Citizen!"
"Shit! The 5-0.
>You take a step and immediately faceplant into the soft grass.
>Face down, ass up; the worst position to be in with the cops around, especially when you have no pants on.

>You decide to stay perfectly still, remembering that cops rely on movement to sense their prey.
>The internet would never lie like that...right?
>So far nothing happens.
>You let out a sigh of relief, thinking that the pig left you alone.
>That was until a gentle hoof caresses your backside.
>"Well, well, well. We meet again, Mr. Human."
>That gentle hoof lifts slightly before it is brought down onto your bum with a rough slap.
>You hop up to your feet and curse up a storm while rubbing your hide to ease the pain.
>"We gotta stop meeting up like this."
>You stumble a bit in an attempt to keep your balance.
>Looking down, your swirling vision attempts to focus on the violet eyes of the pony standing before you: blue coat, unicorn horn, light blue striped mane with a matching tail, and a police woman's outfit.
>However, the slutty get-up this mare wears makes you think this is some sort of prank.
>She looks familiar, but your mind is too fucked up to even think of who this mare could be.
>Either way, you have time to kill, so you play along for now.
"Hey there ociffer. I...uh, I was just airing out my clothes. Nothing to worry ab...about. Hic!"
>"That's officer Trixie to you, human!"
>You can see her lips curl into a naughty smile.
>"Have you been drinking tonight?"
>You pick up a hint of an ulterior motive behind those words, but you push those worries aside.
"N-No ma'am. Imma good citizen, I swear."
>She scoffs.
>"Would you mind consenting to a breathalyzer test?"
>You laugh.
"Sure. Whatever."
>Trixie's horn shimmers in a pink glow.
>No sooner are you brought to your knees.
>Her hooves rest on your shoulders.
>"Remember to blow for me."

>She brings her lips to yours.
>You cannot believe that a pony is kissing you.
>Yet, you aren't complaining.
>Maybe it is the alcohol.
>Or the way her soft lips press against yours.
>Her slick tongue caressing and twirling around yours, licking every surface of your orifice.
>Her soft breaths tickles your lips.
>It feels nice, but it comes to an end too soon.
>Trixie licks her lips, probably tasting the alcohol on your breath.
>"About 0.13. That's over the legal limit to safely walk these streets."
>You raise an eyebrow.
>Trixie unlatches a pair of hoofcuffs from her belt and forces your hands behind your back.
>"I'm taking you in."
>You struggle against her mighty magic; but once you hear the cuffs tighten, you knew you were in deep shit.
"Wait, you are a real cop?"
>Trixie rolls her eyes.
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie is more than a cop. She is the law!"
>You are forced onto your feet and her baton keeps poking at your bare bottom.
>"Go on. Keep walking."
>Each jab forces you to take another step.
"Wait! I can't go to jail! Do you know what they would do to a good looking guy like me?"
>Trixie feigns ignorance of your plight.
"C'mon, Officah Trix. I can't go there. I'll do whatever. Just don't take me in."
>Trixie takes a gander at you.
>The jabbing stops.
>Maybe that begging will help ou get out of this mess.
>"Hmph...you think your ass-kissing can get you out of this?"
"Yesh!"
>You swear you caught a devious glint in her eye.
>Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut.
>"All right, hot stuff."
>You feel Trixie's trusty baton sweep you off of your feet.
>The mare's magic flings you against a nearby tree, making your daze-like state even worse.
>Being manhandled by a unicorn is not fun.
>Looking up, your swimming vision focuses on a tight, pony ass mere inches from your face.
>"I'll sweep this whole thing under the rug if you can kiss ass...the right way.

>Your nose scrunches when a wave of her womanly scent wafts past your face.
>This is not what you had in mind in trying to get off.
"Can we talk about another way? How about paying a fine?"
>A whip-like strike from her tail answers that question.
>"Trixie doesn't have time to waste on a miscreant like you. So either get in there, or get in a cell for the night. And then, I'll add sexual assault on an officer to the charges."
>This is going too far.
"This is police brutali- OOOMPH!!"
>Trixie backs that firm, pliable ass up against your face.
>The pale light of the moon is eclipsed from your view.
>"Brutality? Hah! Officer Trixie has been nice up to this point. But if you want 'brutality...'"
>Her hips move up and down, smearing her puffy vulva against your nose and lips.
>The pungent scent of her musk fills your nostrils.
>It is hard to breath without getting a lungful of her scent.
>Meanwhile, Trixie is having the time of her life.
>Her moans cutting the night air as she rubs even harder against your face.
>"I don't feel any ass-kissing from you, human. Maybe you really want to be Bubba's bitch."
>You have no choice.
>You snake your tongue out of your mouth.
>It didn't travel far before making contact with those puffy lips of the Great Police-Mare Trixie.
>Half-naked and your pride gone, you give in to Trixie's ultimatum.
>Your tongue glides over her sensitive lips and laps at her dripping juices already rolling down her legs.
>This would be easier if your arms were not cuffed behind your back.
>Trixie's hips cease excessive movement.
>She is using her strength to keeps standing firm.
>You nibble at her soft folds and give it a soft yank.
>In a domino effect, her juicy cunt gushes all over your face and drips down onto your favorite shirt.
>You accidentally gulp down a bit of her nectar during her gushing moment.
>That is something you are quickly regretting.
>It tastes bitter, carrying that aroma of musty hay.

>"Yeah...now that's some good pussy licking. However, human..."
>She pulls away slightly, giving you the much needed reprieve.
>You close your eyes and suck in a lungful of fresh air.
"Oh God. Too much."
>When you look ahead, Trixie's other hole stares right back.
>"That wasn't ass-kissing."
>Your body shivers.
"Pleashe...shtap."
>"What's the matter? The Great and Powerful Ass too much for you to handle?"
>You try your hardest to break out of these cuffs.
>They barely budge one bit.
>Impatient, Trixie presses Her anus against the tip of your nose.
>Surprisingly, other than the smell of sweat, it doesn't take the usual scent of an anus.
>"C'mon. Show Trixie how good of an brown-nose you are."
>She lowers her hips so your mouth and her tender hole line up.
>Not wanting to challenge the law, you give the mare what she wants.
>Closing your eyes, you lean forward with your lips pursed and press them against her puckered asshole.
>With how large her anus is, you would think you're actually kissing a pair of lips.
>Well, that is what your drunken brain thinks anyway.
>It starts off slow with light pecks.
>In time, you become bolder, and your body relaxes.
>Your lips press harder against Trixie's puckered ass.
>Trixie sighs softly, pressing back to feel your lips against her.
>"Mmm...Trixie likes."
>You can feel her cheeks clench against your face.
>Maybe she is hoping that it would end this way.
>Who knows; now you are in the moment and will go the distance.
>Your next move is a bit hesitant, but you manage to slip your tongue from the safety of your lips.
>The squirming appendage lathers a good amount of saliva all around her hole.
>You thank the heavens that this mare cleans her back entrance.
>"Oh yes! You know exactly how to hit all my buttons."
>You can feel her muscles relax.
>She wants it bad.
>"Don't be afraid to get in there, human."

>Giving her opening a few experimental prods with the tip of your tongue, you give that asshole one good jab.
>It penetrates deeply.
>She whinnies and clops her forehoof against the soft grass.
>Her firm cheeks press against yours in an attempt to smother you with her flesh, and her rectal walls grip around your organ.
>You flex your tongue a few times, making it wiggle inside of Trixie's bum.
>"Oh my, seems you were packing a dangerous weapon down here as well."
>You wonder what the hell this mare is going on about.
>"Seems Trixie will have to discharge it...for our safety."
>You gasp a puff of air against her clenching backdoor.
>A hot, wet squirming entity strokes at your erect dick, stroking your length from base to tip over and over.
>A pair of soft lips wraps around your cock.
>It wastes no time in moving up and down your length.
>You are sure those lips and that tongue belongs to Officer Trixie.
>Not like you could stop her.
>So you go about scratching her itch while she scratches yours.
>Her sloppy blowjob somehow works for you.
>It works too well.
>You can feel yourself edging at that peak of release.
>Your strong cock grows harder, twitching inside the policemare's mouth.
>Not wanting to disappoint Trixie, you give her the best rimjob you could muster.

>Trixie's tongue circles around the swollen head of your pre-cum spilling cock.
>When her tongue grazes against your sensitive glands, you lose all control.
>Your cock spasms, shooting thick streams of spunk deep within her mouth.
>She eagerly gulps down everything you give to her.
>Even after you finished cumming, she sucks hard to get out the remaining cream deep in your urethra.
>You feel weak in your groin.
>Standing up would be impossible at this point.
>"Mmmph."
>Trixie slurps her way up your cock.
>She releases you from her mouth with a slick pop.
>"You tasted better than I thought."
>She casually steps away from you, shivering once your tongue escapes her black hole.
>There's a thin string of saliva connecting her anus to your mouth that breaks in the gentle autumn breeze.
>"Lucky that you were able to keep up your end of the bargain."
>She releases you from your binds.
>"Trixie will let you go with a warning, and you got something extra out of the deal."
>You groan in exhaustion.
>"Oh yeah, and here."
>You feel your pants slap against your face.
>"Put your pants on, human. You're in public."
>She trots off with a pep in her step into the night.
>Too weak to move, you sit on the cold grass.
"Did that...really happen?"