Trixing Switch

Beep, Beep, Beep

With a groan you wake up, and slam that alarm clock off. You always got to control yourself to not throw that thing into a wall, or out of the window. Still half asleep, you groggily enter your bathroom, do the usual business of going to the toilet and taking a quick shower before dressing and making some breakfast, eggs and toast to be exact.

Letting out a sigh after having eaten and quickly cleaning off the plate, you head off to work. You’re not even two minutes on the road before you know it’s going to be yet another shit day. Traffic sucks, job sucks, boss sucks, pay sucks, coworkers are decent besides that one asshole, fuck that guy!

Getting back home is no joke either. Same deal with shitty traffic. What retard thought it was a good idea to let everyone out at the same fucking time should be shot! It means you’re now stuck in another traffic jam.

When you do finally get home, you cook yourself some crummy dinner, turn on the TV for all but a minute before shutting it off again. Why’d you buy that stupid thing you never know. You hardly use it anyways, and when you do nothing good is ever on.

Which means you’re now wasting time at your old computer. It's been outdated for a while now, and you got nowhere near enough money to upgrade it or get a new one, but it works all the same. You’re not exactly poor, but rent and stuff isn’t cheap either and you rather keep your money for an emergency in the case shit does hit the fan.

Surfing the net always ends up the same too. First checking your email which mostly consists out off Viagra spam, fishing emails and fake game emails that your account has been compromised even though you never played any of that shit, fuck paying for games and a monthly subscription. Never an actual email besides the one odd one from work. Why you even bother to check every evening remains a mystery to you but you suppose it’s just a routine by now. After that you lurk the net a bit which ends up being on youtube watching retards hurt themselves. It's pretty good stuff if it wasn't all so depressing. After that you end up visiting image boards where the people are about as much assholes as you are. Well, either that or they fake it. It’s all anonymous anyways. After that you end up dealing with your, ahem, male urges. Probably explains the Viagra emails come to think of it.

Finishing that and cleaning yourself up a bit by taking another shower - got to make sure nothing sticky remains after all - you check that alarm clock to notice that you still got an hour before bed. Making sure your window is closed and the curtain is in place too, you take a seat at your computer again and start your secret shameful hobby, namely colorful pastel horses, ponies to be more exact.

You can’t explain it, heck you’d be dead long before ever talking to anyone about this, but for some reason you love that silly cartoon and those talking ponies so in that final hour before bed you lurk about every pony website you can, even type on forums and such. It’s about the one social contact you have besides work and that’s more or less forced upon you there but talking with other guys your age or even older about mini horses is just normal to you now. It’s almost sad, sad enough that you want to cry but you got no fucks to give. Before too long the hour is up and with another sigh you shut off that computer, set your alarm clock for tomorrow and go to sleep, but not before thinking one more time that your life sucks and telling yourself that tomorrow will be better. It's a blalant lie of course, but hey, it’s better than nothing.

You end up dreaming but it’s all deformed and you can’t really make out anything, just a lot of blue and grey. You could swear you heard a voice but that too is gibberish at best and you barely even hear that it is there to begin with.

That alarm clock wakes you up for another shitty day. Still, you can't help but think that your dream was odd as you do your daily routine. You usually dream regular stuff, nothing ever deformed and definitely not for the entire dream. You semi laugh to yourself when you realize that dream had all the signs of being drunk or high out of your mind but that quickly stops when you leave for work again.

Repeating the same day as yesterday, you head off to bed again and sure enough the dream is deformed again. It's slightly less than yesterday though and the voice is coming in a bit clearer. Still not enough to understand even if its words or just gibberish, but good enough to hear something.

When you wake up you got to admit you’re starting to get worried. Two days in a row off the same odd shit is not normal. You’re not coming down with some mental illness are you?

You semi hope today will be better, if only for the fact that maybe if you have a good day at work the dream might disappear and its just some weird form of stress, but today is just like any other weekday, meaning that if you had a gun right now you’d shoot everyone and yourself. Coming home that evening is even more upsetting than normal cause you already know that you’ll be getting that weird dream again.

You hate it when you are right, but its back again, the blue and grey seem to have formed a shape, still too deformed to tell exactly what it is but a shape none the less. The voice is back too, and this time you do hear the tiny sounds of a high pitches voice, a woman? This is getting too freaky for you; maybe you should see a psychiatrist? Yeah fuck that, not like you got the money to spare for those thieves. You’ll just deal with it if you go insane, and if not, you most likely won’t realize it anymore by then.

The next three days are pretty much the same, the night’s stay weird with the form getting more and more in a shape of an animal, the voice is getting easier to hear too, still can’t understand actual words but you definitely know it’s a female voice now. The sixth night especially was weird, with the form rapidly becoming a shape, and the deformed background getting clearer and clearer, almost like a very fogged over mirror becoming clean again. You also noticed a bright pink shine through the sea of blue and grey and for some odd reasons it almost seems that you’ve seen it before. You’re actually glad today is a Sunday, meaning you got no work, and you can hopefully sort this mess out. You did search for mental illnesses on that old machine of yours, hoping to shed some light, but nothing even close came to your ‘symptoms ‘ so to speak. You almost dread going to sleep, almost as if you know tonight something will happen.

You’re twisting and turning in bed, trying to stop sleep from overtaking you, but it’s a losing battle and before too long you do fall asleep. As before the dream picks up right where it left off, only this time the final deforming pieces seem to shatter as if a mirror or wall was blocking off the shape on the other side. When it happens you’re briefly blinded by a pink shining light but it soon loses velocity until it’s just as small as a tiny light bulb.

You have no idea what the hell you were expecting but it definitely wasn’t this. On the other side, staring at you like she was waiting for a late guest was none other than the blue coated unicorn Trixie, hat and cape missing but for the rest every bit the same as her cartoon version.

“What the fuck?” you can’t help but swear, this entire week was hell on you, fearing of mental illnesses and being drugged aside you still barely got any actual sleep, meaning you did a piss poor job at work or your daily activities, not that you care much about either but it was still enough to bring you to a foul mood.

Still, why Trixie? Why the fuck would you dream about Trixie or any pony for that matter, she was nowhere near your favorite. If you would dream about anypony it would have been Twilight, maybe Rainbow Dash if it was a rather horny dream, got to cum inside her and everything. You’re so at a loss to explain all this that you failed to hear that the dream Trixie spoke to you, better pay attention, this might end up becoming a nice dream after all, lord knows you needed one after this week.

“Come again?”

“Ugh, I finally get through to one of you apes and Trixie got to pick the stupid one!”

“Well, fuck you too.”

“Rude as well! Though Trixie might like that.”

This entire thing is so weird, but damn if you’re not enjoying it, maybe you’re having one of those lucid dreams? You sure seem to be a lot more in control of your dream self then usual.

“So … why are you here exactly?” you know its retarded as hell to ask a dream but you seriously can’t think of anything better.

“Today might be your lucky day ape! Trixie has a proposition for you, one Trixie is sure you won’t deny.”

You can’t help but burst out in laughing, godfather Trixie? Goddamn this dream is entertaining if nothing else.

“Oh, and what would that be?”

You almost hope she asks for sex, if only for the hilarious scene playing in your head of a tiny pony trying to dominate a being twice her size. And knowing the usual dreams you get, you’re almost sure it will come to point. Still this is the first time you’d have a clop dream. Sure you got off to ponies before, but never actually dreamed about any before, clop or chaste.

“Would you like to change places with Trixie for half a year?”

Well, you didn’t expect that. This dream just got odd now. Or should it be odder, not like this is a regular dream for you to begin with.

“Change places?” you can’t help but repeating that last sentence.

“Trixie … has had a rather bad year and she needs a break from it all, so Trixie, being benevolent and magnificent comes to you with this proposition.”

She sure is all bashful, even in your dream.

Also that tiny pause does ring up some alarm bells in your mind but you quickly stuff those down again, it’s a dream after all, what’s the worst thing that could happen?

“So, let me get this straight, you want me to come to your place and you to come here for half a year?”

“That’s exactly correct. You’re not so stupid after all.” She says it in such a way that she seems to think it was a compliment but all you can think is that she can fuck off.

God, this pony is annoying, even more so in your dream then the show.

Though, you might as well accept. After the fucked up deformed dreams for a week, still having no clue why that even happened come to think of it, you need some fun. You assume her place is Equestria, and while you stifle down a laugh at thousands of bronies being pissed off at you for having an actual dream about walking around in ponyland, a thought that almost brings up spaghetti just thinking about it, you do feel yourself slightly giddy at the thought. God, you really have no life if you get excited about dreaming about a magical land filled with ponies and other mystical beasts.

“So, how does this work?”

The smile Trixie shows you is weird, predatory even, that you almost want to nope the fuck out of this dream, even when having no clue how to leave a dream, but she quickly comes closer to you.

“Just hold still, but before Trixie does this, she’ll ask you one more time, are you sure you want to do this?”

What a silly dream, actually using a safety factor? Damn, you wish you could control all your dreams, sure would have made that dream about you going on a killing spree much more fun … yeah, you’re kind of fucked up.

“Eh, why not, not like anything bad can happen right?”

“You won’t regret this ape!” she smiles at you before she actually jumps at you causing you to fall down.

“What the fuck?” you shout as you fall on your ass, but your vision quickly gets filled with blue fur as she seems to bring her face towards yours. You actually manage to think that this dream is going to be a sex dream after all but that quickly vanished when you get poked in the face by her horn, a horn that was actually slightly glowing this entire time, funny how you didn’t even pay attention to that.

You do freak out when the tiny pink light quickly bursts into a huge shining force, bright enough to close your eyes, lest you go blind from the sheer force of it all. You hear the typical sound that happens when unicorns use magic in the show but it quickly becomes overshadowed by pain.

Wait, pain? You’re not supposed to feel pain in a dream! You start to freak out now, what the hell is happening.

You try to speak, tell Trixie to stop but no sound is coming out, you can’t even shout in pain, almost as if you lost the ability to speak all together, You can’t even use your arms or legs to throw her out, oh god, what is she doing to you.

As if to answer you hear her voice in her mind telling you to relax and that it’s almost over. You don’t care at this point, you just want this to stop, you haven’t felt this much pain ever, it feels like you’re being ripped from your own body, your limbs and organs feel like they’re being crushed and squeezed together, your insides feel like they’re being burned up and you’re pretty sure you’re actually crying, fuck that, you never cry.

Bliss finally comes to you in the form of you passing out, but not before having one final thought of what the hell is going to happen now.