Trixie, and Anon

You are a survivalist, hiking in the ridged mountains of New zealand. It has been a

year now since the last members of your family died off, and you chose to become

homeless, and to stowaway in a coal ship. Your are, in a way, the last of your kind.

Your back is drenched with sweat, and you are carrying a 100 pound pack upon

your shoulders, making you quite muscular.

You halt at the bottom of a set of switch

backs on an unmarked trail, and plop your heavy pack onto the ground. With a

well-veined arm, you unzip the pack, and reach into it. You pull out a hunk of dried

meat, and begin eating. As you finish the piece, you hear something behind you in

the bushes, and run to your pack. You pull out a heavy 2x2 break action shot gun

from the pack, and sling the bag on your shoulder.

You draw nearer to the bushes,

and push through the brush with the muzzle of the gun, and you see a sight that

makes you question your sanity. You stare, and stare, rubbing your eyes, and

checking your pulse. You even pinch yourself. No, you aren't in a dream, or

nightmare. Perhaps your dead. No.

You see what seems to be a magic portal,

(Man, Video games really portray these things as they are!) as you approach it,

another sight (which your brain can barley proses, on top of the whole portal thing,)

you behold a dark blue, anthropomorphic pony, wearing a black cloak and wizard's

hat. A female, you assume. You seriously question your mental state. The being

begins to speak, making your heart pump faster, as if it isn't fair the creature is

torturing you, with a bombardment of new sights and sounds.

"Greetings, human."

Your lips move with no sound, and against your thoughts, you utter, "H-hello." The

being lifts you into the air with a cloud of blue magic, and catapults you into the

portal, and you completely black out. You wake up. You are in a dark room, and

only see two torches on either side of you, kindled with blue flame. Your also in a

leather seat, reclined in a side ways "s" shape.

You attempt to rise from the seat,

but you are bonded with cords of rope. You then hear an opening of a door, and

you see the anthro-pony standing there in the crack of the door. She approaches

you, and begins to laugh madly. When she walks past the beam of light that was let

in, you see the you aren't wearing your usual tan t-shirt. You surprise yourself when

you see your chest. Sweet Jesus! Your ripped! (You barley ever remove your shirt,

as you rarely ever bathe, as you have found that not bathing is surprisingly very

good for your skin).

She then sits upon your lap. Lucky for you, your at least wearing

pants, your thread barren and soiled blue jeans. "The name is Trixie, the great and

powerful." "Oh shit." You think to yourself. She places her delicate index finger on

the right edge of your left pectoral, and slides it down your chest. You begin to

carefully loosen your bonds on your hands. She must be a bad knot tier, or her

companions, if she has some.

You can feel the knife in your boot, and attempt to

reach for it without making too much of a ruckus. Nope, you can't get it without

making your hands exposed, or making any sudden moves. As she strokes your

arms, and pectorals, you look around the room. It's dark, but you can make out

another room. You see no guards, or the like, but you can see your gear in the

corner of the next room. She holds your jaw with both hands, and turns your head

strait into her gaze. She stares into your eyes lustfully.

You can feel her warm

breath on your face and neck, her breath smelling of mint and lavender. Your heart

begins pumping faster, as you decide to enjoy the moment. Her eyelashes lush,

and black. Her upper body moving closer to your chest, her delicate breasts press

into your chest. She wraps her arms around your neck. Heart to heart.

You don't

feel guilty, or perverted. You feel that this being wants you, and needs you. She

presses her lips into yours, locking them for almost a minute hold. She breaks free

as you peel away. She lays her head on you chest and settles into you. "Say

something you idiot!" You decide to tell her your name. "M-my name is

Anonymous." "Good, strong name." She coos.

You wrap your freed arms around

her. She didn't seem at all surprised by that. She sighs in pleasure, as she falls

asleep on your chest, shortly after, you fall into a deep, and sweet sleep, holding a

precious gem in your arms. You wake up. It was dark when you fell asleep, and its now

morning. Your barley open your eyes when you feel a pair of soft lips press against your

cheek. “Morning sweetie.” She whispers. “What place am I in?” you say, sticking your

knuckles in your eyes. “Oh, why your in Ponyville, Equestria.” She Yawns.

She gets up,

slowly sliding her hand down your lean arm. She walks into the other room. You hear a

grunt, and a rattling of metal. “What the hell do you keep in here?!” You grin at her

disbelief. “Ah, Just all the necessities to live. Food, water, books, pots and pans,

harmonica, journal, and some clothes.” “And these too, huh?” She lugs the heavy

shotgun, and tilts it into the pack, after pulling out your handy six-shooter. “Oh yeah,

those to.” You say in a sheepish tone.

An utter silence filled the atmosphere. The silence

breaks, as she walks into the room. “A-and this to.” She says in a whimper. “And what?”

you reply. She comes into the room, her eyes wide as saucers, a horrified look on her

face. In her hands she held a crumpled photo with family portrait with a farm-ranch in

the background, and over the photo, three red letters: R.I.P. “My family.” You say firmly.

She sits down on your lap, she slings her arm around your back, feeling your shoulder

blades. “Im sorry.” She whispers. “It’s fine.” You speak in a comforting tone. She gets up

again, and slips the photo in your pack. She takes the the six shooter, and places it in

the holster on the side.

She comes back into the room, she bends over in front of the

chair, and begins to untie the loose cords bonding your feet. You slowly stand up, and

stretch and yawn. She puts her hand on your chest, gesturing you to sit back down

again. She sits on your lap, and wraps her arms around your upper body. You place

your left arm around her hip, and your other arm under her shoulder.

Both of you pull

each other together, Your lock your lips into her’s, she breaks the kiss after eight or ten

seconds, and she tilts her head; her mouth locking into yours. She pushes her tongue

into your mouth.You reciprocate by lapping your tongue over your Trixie’s, and you swirl

them together. After about five minutes, you both break free. She looks up into your

eyes with mad lust, and a burning blush across her cheeks.

She tilts her head like a

confused puppy looking up at a pile of table scraps. She smiles, and you grin in return.

She starts nibbling your ear, and whispers into it, her lips touching your ear after each

word. “Your so amazing.” she coos. She leans back, her knees in your lap, and your

arms around her waist. You look into her eyes. a deep blue spark comes int her eyes as

her blush intensifies. Her breasts swelling.

She looks at you, as you seem to be about to

say something. You whisper close to her mouth. “I-I, I love you, Ive never had anyone

love my this much in my life.” She looks at you with a glowing stare, licking her lips. “Oh

Anon, I love you to!” She places her lips over, and under your lower lip.

You push your

lips into hers. You open your eyes, and see tears going down her cheeks in her passion.

It’s contagious! A stream of tears begins flowing down your face. She breaks free, and

looks into your eyes with a smile. You smile back with wonder, looking onto your new

treasure. Truly, this was what you were destined for.