The Great and Powerful Trixie does not enjoy this!
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The Weak and Powerless Trixie
The Great and Powerful Trixie does not enjoy this!
“Trixie will show that mare, Applejack. Trixie will show her who’s truly the great and powerful! Trixie will show that she too can do the ‘rodeo’!” Trixie muttered to herself as she paced inside her remodeled wagon. Her cheeks were red with fury as she paced; her third visit to Ponyville had ended in embarrassment. Again. Applejack, of all ponies, had showed her up with her tricks and lassoing!
“Rodeo this! Rodeo that! Trixie can use rope too! The Great and Powerful Trixie is the most talented of all!” Trixie murmured as she picked up the pile of rope she had bartered off the market. She was going to learn tricks with the lasso, return to Ponyville, and show that Applejack who the real pony was! “It’s just rope, after all. What could possibly go wrong?”
“Mmph! Mmph!” Trixie grunted as she wiggled in her bonds. Her muted screams roughly translated as “Help! Help!” It occurred to her that maybe she shouldn’t have gotten so much rope. She looked around for something to cut the ropes with, but then remembered that due to the fact that sharp things scared her, she got rid of all sharp things in her wagon.
How she had ended up in her predicament was beyond her. She had formed the lasso, she had spun it vertically, and she had jumped through it. Somehow she tripped while doing so and tumbled about in her wagon. First her hooves were lassoed together, then circumstances arranged the rope to wrap around her head, her horn, and part of the rope covered her mouth. Once she had fallen on her side, the rope tugged at her horn and forced her head backwards. No visual of the knots she tied meant she couldn’t use magic to untie herself. And without anything sharp to summon…
She was trapped.
No, the Great and Powerful Trixie isn’t trapped. She’s a little… tied up at the moment.
Oh, what a poor choice of words. Trixie mentally facehoofed.
Her neck was starting to ache, the muscles in the front of her neck taut and the skin on the back squeezed together. She tried, in vain, to get more comfortable, but only managed to roll under her table, knocking off her coffee. It splashed onto her face, leaving a warm feeling on her face and the bitter taste in her mouth. The cup clattered to the ground.
Why do I even drink coffee?
A stupid question, but it wasn't like she had anything else to think about. Except for maybe trying to find a way out of these darned ropes.
I wish they were food. I haven’t eaten in hours.
As if on cue, her stomach rumbled. She licked the coffee, but that did little to abate her hunger. Trixie glanced at the puddles on the floor, but then grimaced at the thought of lapping it up even crossing her mind. She tried again to get out of the ropes.
It’s never going to work, you know that?
Sometimes her pessimistic side poked its head out when it was needed the least.
I’m not being pessimistic, I’m being realistic!
Shut up! she said to herself. I don’t need you!
And I don’t need you!
You can’t go anywhere! You’re a part of me!
...oh yeah.
The blue mare rolled her eyes at that response and the fact that she was having a conversation with herself. That wasn’t her thing. Talking in third person and being a great magician was her thing.
And so is getting tied up.
I thought I told you to shut up!
Trixie sighed. That Applejack made it all look so easy. Over the head, around the body… and all with her tail. Trixie could only swish hers from side to side. She had tried lassoing using a combination of magic and her tail, and look at where it got her.
The rope was too large to fit completely inside her mouth, leaving no leverage to bite or chew her way out. She could try, but what was the use? The only fruits of her labor would be fiber in her mouth and more frustration in heart. All she could was flail about and hope for the best.
What felt like hours later, Trixie’s muscles burnt, forcing a gradual end to her squirming. Her mind raced at the possibilities of what could happen.
She squeezed her eyes shut. It had been an hour. Night must have fallen already! She wanted to scream for help, but it was too late. Everypony had gone home and none would remain by the forest where her mobile home currently resided. The only ponies that would skulk about this time of night would be…
Her eyelids shot open. Moisture rose from her ducts and she sniffed, beginning to cry. What if somepony approached her home, looking for valuables to steal? Or worse. A pretty mare like her, bound and helpless, at the mercy of any stranger who pranced inside. Trixie wept at the thought. Beautiful, helpless, the perfect fantasy of a sick stallion. Why, she wouldn’t be able to resist if he flipped her over and took advantage of her…
Trixie’s face turned a brilliant red as graphic images flashed through her mind’s eye. The idea of some strange stallion finding the bound mare was… enticing, but frightening as well. Trixie filed away the thought for later, perhaps for her next cycle, and focused her thoughts on escape.
Escape? What if I was rescued? she thought to herself, attempting to nibbled the huge rope in her mouth. It was an amusing thought. Her self-entitled thoughts about her greatness and power were slowly dwindling. The Great and Powerful Trixie being rescued? My, only the greatest of heroes could…
Having little else to do, her mind drifted into fantasy…
“TRIXIE!” a voice screamed as somepony kicked down her door. “I’ve come to rescue you!” A strong, muscular stallion stomped inside. His hoofsteps shook the wagon with each step, his power immeasurable. His voice leaked of authority, forcing each and every word into the soul of the listener. Trixie, hooves neatly tied together and mouth bound by a cloth gag, watched as the lavender stallion pounded the ground as he strutted to where she lay.
“Mmph! Mmph!” she cried, tears dampening her face and causing her eyes to sparkle luminously as the stars. The unicorn stallion lowered his face and stared at her eyes with his own magenta pair. She attempted to avert them and lowered her gaze to the ground.
“My, my. What do we have here?” He took his hoof and lifted her cheek with it, bringing the sea to gaze upon the twilight sky once more. “A damsel in distress? We can’t be having that now.”
He lifted his horn into the air and called forth his immense magical might. The magenta flash blinded Trixie as the ropes completely disintegrated into ash.
“H-how d-did you..?” Trixie stuttered as the stallion wrapped his muscular foreleg around her shoulders and lifted her up, bringing her face close to his.
The stallion snorted. “I’m the goddamn Dusk Shine, baby.”
“My hero!” Trixie cooed as he leaned down, forcing his lips onto hers. She readily returned the kiss, her tongue dancing alongside his in a lover’s tango. Her heart’s heat spread to the rest of her body as he lay her sprawn on the ground, stepping over her and lowering his body onto hers…
“Dusk Shine!” Trixie screamed as he kissed her neck.
“Trixie…” he whispered as he nibbled her ears. She smiled and nuzzled his cheeks with hers, blushing.
“Dusk Shine…” she whispered back as she brought her front hooves to his cheeks, ready to steal another kiss.
“Trixie..?”
“My hero! The Great and Powerful Trixie loves you!” Trixie squealed as she pulled the pony’s face onto her, shoving her tongue inside and tracing the teeth within. She held the pony to her for a heartbeat that lasted forever, tasting the lips of her savior and allowing her heart’s flower to bloom.
“Tr-mph!”
Trixie felt magic shove her down as the pony forcibly separated from her. Trixie blinked a few times, lying on the ground and taking in the sight. Above her stood…
“Twilight Sparkle?”
Twilight nervously shuffled her hooves. “Well, Trixie, I didn’t expect you to be so grateful.” Trixie noticed a slight blush on her lavender cheeks. “I mean, I do happen to have an extra Gala ticket…”
“Get out,” Trixie said. “GET OUT!” Using all the magical strength she had, she lifted Twilight, got on her hooves, and booted the nosy mare out of her home. “AND STAY OUT!” she yelled, slamming the door in the other mare’s face.
Trixie sighed as she sat on the floor, her back pressed against the door. “I really am weak and powerless, aren’t I? Poor, poor Trixie… but sweet Celestia, Sparkle is a good kisser.”
