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               A Great and Powerful Mistress               
                   -by Your Antagonist-                    
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     Molding a Masochistic Maid for a Mighty Mistress      
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Molding a Masochistic Maid for a Mighty Mistress
Warning/Disclaimer: The following story contains depictions of sexual acts and femdom play between two cartoon unicorns, one of whom is an underage male. If this offends you, take it up with the requestor, although I can assure you that they give even less of a shit about your feelings than I do.
A Great and Powerful Mistress
(Shoddily) Written By: Your Antagonist
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Molding a Masochistic Maid for a Mighty Mistress
Once upon two years past, the self-proclaimed ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie commanded a reputation far and wide across Equestria as a travelling bastion of magical might and mystery. To the throngs of Trottingham she was revered as a talented trickster. In the city of Baltimare she was hailed as a bewitchingly boastful braggart, and to the masses of Maretropolis she was seen as sorcerer supreme for her stupendously superfluous spellcasting. However, it was during a routine visit to the small, immemorable town of Ponyville that her fledgling reputation, built on a foundation of tall-tales and parlor tricks, was sent crumbling down around her like the Barklin Wall of Germane.
At the time Trixie could do naught but watch as her carefully constructed career and stage-cart home were reduced to an unsalvageable pile of ashes by the very creature she’d claimed to conquer in many a stage show and that wretched nerd Twilight Sparkle. The incident had taken place so long ago that the citizens of Ponyville only brought it up as an interesting story to entertain relatives and visitors, but for Trixie, that wretched day never ended.
Every waking moment she spent bussing tables in some bug-infested diner, busting up boulders on—of all things—a rock farm, or providing private ‘performances’ for lonely stallions with too much expendable income, was a reminder of the day that her cautiously-crafted life of fraudulent fame and fortune came to a swift and abrupt end.
No longer would she hear her name chanted by bustling crowds of fools and foals. Gone were the days when the bits of the common pony would shower the floor of her stage after an exceptionally well-done performance. Everything she’d worked for, just gone. Vanished into thin air like many a rabbit in that old hand-me-down hat of her father’s.
Yet, despite the hand she’d been dealt, Trixie persevered and pressed on through the agonizing shame and humiliation, driven solely by her desire to get even with the ones who’d stolen her life away. Months later, when opportunity presented itself in the form of the Alicorn Amulet, she didn’t hesitate to throw every last bit she had to her name at the relic, and as it turned out, the amulet was worth it.
True to its name, the Alicorn Amulet had boosted Trixie’s magical abilities to demigod levels, allowing her to not only best Twilight Sparkle in a duel and banish her from Ponyville, but also to conquer the helpless village practically unopposed. The mayor had posed several very convincing and well constructed arguments as to why Trixie couldn’t simply just take over Ponyville on a whim—going so far as to reference several statutes and ordinances to enforce her point—all of which were refuted on the grounds that the mayor had been imprisoned in a comically oversized birdcage, therefore the Great and Powerful Trixie automatically won.
But even with Twilight exiled from her home and loved ones, Trixie’s quest for retribution had been only partially realized. There was still the matter of exacting vengeance upon that cursed Ursa Major—Ursa Minor if she was being technical—though the more that Trixie thought about it, the more pointless the idea of getting even with that mindless beast became.
For starters, two whole years had gone by since her run-in with the monster bear. The odds of finding the same creature that had wrecked Ponyville were slim, but beyond that Trixie was certain that the creature had grown larger and more grizzled since then. Even with her enhanced powers, she wasn’t completely confident that she could go horn-to-claw with an Ursa and come out of the encounter unscathed.
So instead of risking life and limb to exact her grievances on a potentially unslayable titan bear, she found a compromise. To be exact she found two compromises. Two very dimwitted, very hateably loathsome compromises that she despised more than wheels and frogs with arachnids in their mouths: Snips and Snails. The way Trixie spun it, it wasn’t the Ursa’s fault that it wound up in Ponyville, it was those two bothersome buffoons who’d gone and angered the damn thing in the first place. And thus began the tortuous trials and tribulations of the town troglodytes.
Since her reign as a power-drunk tyrant began, she’d made it her personal daily goal to ensure that each and every minute of each and every hour of their lives would be just as agonizing, tedious and humiliating as the next. From pulling her ludicrously large—not to mention wheelless—personal carriages, to performing bi-hourly censuses for Ponyville’s fire ant and leech populations, Trixie had no shortage of torments to throw their way. Why even now, if Trixie were to gaze out her window, she would assuredly be treated to the sight of the short and stubby Snips as he was, quite literally, punted across the town square by the unfairly long-legged ostriches she’d ordered him to corral.
As gratifying as watching that little bumpkin get kicked about by gigantic flightless birds was, the spectacle was missing a certain... something. And then she had it. With a scarlet surge from her horn, she not only materialized spiked soccer-cleats and uniforms upon the ostriches, but had even changed the colors of Snips’ coat to mimic the pattern of a soccer ball. A superb addition if she did say so herself.
Satisfied with Snips’ torment for the day Trixie turned away from the window and sighed in contentment. Truly she had it all: revenge, power, an entire city under her hooves. Trixie chuckled. “Who said you can’t have your cake and eat it too?” she remarked to herself. “Speaking of cake… Oh, Snails~♪” she sang to her door.
“Uh, y-yes Great and Powerful Mayor-Queen of Ponyville, Trixie?” the muffled, shaky voice of a half-wit called back from the hallway.
“It’s three o’clock and your beautiful overlord desires her afternoon snack. Go fetch it at once.”
“At once, your Great and Powerfulness.”
“Oh, and one more thing. Did that talentless tailor give you something earlier like Trixie told her to?”
“Yes, Mistress Trixie.”
“Excellent. Make sure you’re bathed and wearing it before you even think about stepping foot into Trixie’s quarters. I refuse to be catered to by some smelly, naked buffoon. Understood?” Where Trixie expected a response along the lines of unquestioned compliance, there was only dissatisfactory silence. “Well?” Trixie asked a note of irritation creeping into her voice.
“Do I… do I really have to wear that?”
“Are you questioning the Great and Powerful Trixie’s orders, servant? Or perhaps you’d care to do another census of Ponyville’s insect life? Trixie was wondering how many hornets lived in this backwoods little town, anyway.”
“Wh-what I meant to say was of course, I’ll get changed right away!”
“That’s what Trixie thought you said. Now begone with you.”
As the sound of hoofsteps disappeared down the hall, Trixie returned her attention to the window to find that the ostriches had truly gotten into the spirit of their soccer attire. They had turned the town square into their personal play field, even managing to form teams and designate goalies. It wasn’t even about watching Snips’ portly soccerball-patterned flank getting booted around by abnormally large birds anymore—though it totally was—she was legitimately curious which team would win the impromptu match she’d unwittingly orchestrated.
Trixie watched the unusually coordinated birds use her servant like a ball until half-time, where they stopped to feast on orange-slices provided by nearby fruit stand vendors who’d been watching as well, reminding the mare that half an hour had passed since she’d sent Snails for her snack. “Where is that goofy simpleton? He’d better not have forgotten my snack, or I’ll—” A knock at the door cut Trixie off mid-rant and consequently invoked the egotistical mare’s wrath. “What is so important that you had interrupt the Great and Powerful Trixie?” she bellowed, telekinetically slamming the wooden door open hard enough to splinter it. “Speak now or forever be transformed into a tadpole!”
“Wait, wait, don’t turn me into a tadpole!” the terrified voice of Snails pleaded
“Oh, it’s just you. Well, hurry up and come forth with my snack. Trixie hasn’t got all day, you know.”
“Okay just… gimme a minute...”
“Give you a minute?” Trixie scoffed at her subject’s audacity. “By Trixie’s count you’ve had thirty minutes of her time, and you won’t waste one more!”
“But this outfit’s embarrassing!” Snails whined back.
“Trixie doesn’t care if you’re embarrassed! Now bring forth her cake before she flays your worthless hide for insubordination!” A violent bolt of red lightning erupted forth from Trixie’s horn and surged over Snails’ head, absolutely decimating the wall behind him.
“Whoa, that one almost hit me, eh!”
“Keep flapping your worthless gums, and you can rest assured that the next one won’t miss. Now, come.”
With quaking knees and a belly full of butterflies, Snails stepped out of the darkened hallway, revealing his scandalous attire to his sadistic mistress who merely grinned a crocodile-grin as he approached. From his thigh-high white stockings and garters to the tight—not to mention incredibly short and revealing—black dress and white apron hugging snugly at his lanky, girlish form, Snails was every bit the French maid that Trixie had expected Rarity to make him. Looking closer, Trixie could see that he’d even sloppily applied a bit of the lipstick and eyeshadow provided to the ensemble, per the written instructions she’d left in the dress. Truly, getting kicked to unconsciousness by ostrich soccer enthusiasts must have seemed more merciful in comparison.
“Your dessert, oh Great and Powerful one,” the scarlet-cheeked colt mumbled as he cautiously strode over to Trixie’s desk and eased a silver serving tray off his backside. His task complete, the humiliated colt bowed his head to his smug-faced mistress before turning to shamefully shuffle out of the room, though he didn’t make it far before he was stopped.
“And just what in the wide, wide world of Equestria was that?” Trixie spat at her witless whipping boy.
“Huh?”
“Don’t you know anything about proper servant etiquette, you ignorant foal?”
“Uhh…” Snails’ eyes glazed over as he tried to retrace his steps and figure out where he’d gone wrong in the delivery of the dessert. “But I brought you what you told me to and called you ‘Great and Powerful’ like you told me to, and then I bowed—”
“And that, my little pony, is where you made your first mistake.”
Snails tilted his head in confusion. “But I thought I was supposed to bow when you told me to do something.”
“If you were a butler. A butler bows. But you’re not dressed like a butler right now, are you?”
“No.”
“Then what are you dressed as, hm?”
“I’m… I’m dressed like a… like a m-maid...” he concluded, shyly crossing his fishnet adorned forelegs like an embarrassed filly.
“That’s right, and what does a maid do?” Another blank unknowledgable silence answered the mare and with a sigh she explained her point. “They curtsey, you halfwit. When given an order or dismissed, a maid curtseys.”
“Doh! That’s right.” Very quickly realizing the error of his actions, Snails promptly snapped to attention and crossed both pairs of his legs as he lowered himself in a proper full-body bow. His redemption complete, Snails recovered and turned to trot away in order to save himself further embarrassment. Again he didn’t make it especially far.
“Which—” The older unicorn spat the word like a well-placed dagger at Snails’ hooves causing him to halt where he stood. “—brings Trixie to her next point. At what point in time were you dismissed, hmm?”
“But I thought—”
“Trixie doesn’t pay you to think.”
“But you don’t pay me—”
“In fact, Trixie doesn’t pay you at all! Now get back here, maid. Trixie isn’t through with you.”
Not wanting to suffer any further beration, Snails unquestioningly did as he was told, rounding off his return with an unprompted curtsey much to Trixie’s satisfaction.
“Good, servant. Perhaps there’s some hope for you yet,” she said. “For your next task, Trixie’s dessert is simply too far away to reach. Bring it here.”
For a moment, it occurred to Snails that Trixie could have just summoned the dessert tray with her magic and was about to point it out to her when he remembered how the lightning bolt from earlier miraculously ‘missed’ because he’d spoken out of turn. Needless to say Snails held his tongue, fetched the serving tray from its resting place on the desk, and delivered it to Trixie’s hooves. After removing the lid to reveal a scrumptious freshly baked slice of chocolate cake, he took a step back and awaited further instruction from his mistress.
“Excellent work, Glitter Shell,” Trixie praised.
“Gli— Glitter Shell!?” Snails stammered, understandably taken aback.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’ve taken the liberty of changing your name to suit your occupation. ‘Snails’ is such an ugly name for a maid after all. Of course you agree, don’t you, Glitter Shell?”
Again, degrading as the name was, Snails really didn’t have much choice in the matter lest he run the risk of incurring Trixie’s unpredictable and creative wrath. “Ungh… y-yes, mistress.”
“Trixie just knew you’d love your new name, Glitter Shell. Now, Trixie trusts that you’ve brought a spoon, of course.”
Snails nodded and produced a decorative silver spoon from the pocket on his apron and stuck it it into the cake.
Trixie nodded her approval to her mollusk-minded minion’s sudden show of competence. “Then you may proceed, my little maid.”
Snails frowned. “Proceed?”
The older mare rolled her eyes, sighed and shook her head in disappointment. “Must Trixie spell everything out for you? Feed Trixie.”
“Ohhh, gotcha.” Snails focused his attention on the utensil and reached out to it with his magic. He’d barely managed to pull it out an inch when a sharp blow to the horn broke his telekinetic hold. “Yowch!”
“Use your mouth, you fool,” Trixie barked. “If Trixie wanted the spoon levitated she’d have done it herself!”
“You want me to use my mouth?”
“Did Trixie stutter?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Then proceed.” Trixie closed her eyes and opened her mouth,patiently awaiting the first spoonful of her much anticipated dessert. Not wanting to test her patience, Snails bit down on the back of the spoon, scooped off a bite-sized portion of the cake, and brought it to his lady lordship’s lips. The crossdressed colt found himself flustered being this close to his great and powerful mistress for reasons that spanned beyond the humiliating attire and degrading circumstances. He caught himself gazing upon the soft lips and sharp tongue that had been shredding his self-esteem to pieces with a sense of… admiration? Or was it yearning?
Regardless of the reason for his gawking, a prompt “Ahem,” from the still-waiting Trixie reminded the colt that there was a task at hand he’d yet to complete. With renewed focus, Snails leaned in, guiding the spoon between Trixie’s plump lips to her slender tongue. “Mmm…” Trixie moaned as the warm, fluffiness of the chocolate cake graced her tastebuds and practically melted in her mouth. Snails watched in silent intrigue as Trixie pulled off the spoon. “Another,” she instructed, a needless command since Snails was already in the process of readying another scoop of cake.
Snails’ gaze lingered on Trixie’s mouth again as she ate. He couldn’t explain why, but there was just something so enticing about the way her tongue and lips wrapped around the spoon that compelled him to watch her so intently.
“Again,” she said, pulling off the spoon, and again Snails was already ready with another healthy helping of the pastry. This time around, as Snails eased the cake into Trixie’s mouth, he not only watched, but allowed the soft smacking of Trixie’s lips and her low, throaty purrs of satisfaction to play across his ears like a harp melody.
When she’d finished the current mouthful too quickly for his liking, Snails hastily shoveled out a massive chunk of the cake and thrust it towards his mistress only to have it fall from its resting place on the spoon to a splattered mess at Trixie’s hooves. A moment of shame and silence passed before Snails found the courage to look his mistress in the eye. A sheepish grin found its way onto his lips. “Oops.”
“You little imbecile!” Trixie roared at her feeble maid-boy. “Look at the mess you’ve made!”
“A thousand apologies, oh great and powerful—”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t want your apologies, fool, she wants her hooves and her floor cleaned, and she wants them cleaned now!” Trixie’s violet eyes flashed a violent red.
“Ye-Yes, right away, Mistress,” Snails sputtered, attempting to half bow, half trot away. Little did he realize that Trixie simply wouldn’t have any of it.
“Where are you going, buffoon? Trixie said to clean this mess up.”
“I was just going to get a broom and a trash bag to throw away the cake that fell,” Snails said.
“Absolutely not. The Great and Powerful Trixie has never wasted a single morsel of food in her life, and she’s certainly not about to start now. So, guess what? You’re going lick up every single crumb that would have otherwise gone to waste for your incompetence. Understood?”
Snails had learned better than to question Trixie’s orders and simply gave a weak-willed curtsey in compliance. “Perfectly, madame Trixie.”
“Very well then. Get to work, Glitter Shell.”
Tongue extended, Snails obediently lowered himself to the floor and began to lap up the fallen dessert. Luckily for him, Trixie had forced Snips to give the floors seven thorough moppings earlier so the floor wasn’t terribly dirty save for the occasional dust patch here and there, so it wasn’t all bad. Perhaps the worst instance of the cleaning was when Trixie leaned forward and spat on the largest remaining chunk of cake.
“Well, don’t just stare at it, fool,” she hissed quite derisively. “Eat.”
Snails didn’t bat an eye as he complied with his ladyship’s command and took the ruined chunk of cake into his mouth. It would have bothered him had his mind not been occupied with passing thoughts about the derisive, domineering mouth that made this task slightly more difficult. All he could think about while he chewed the spit soaked pastry was the way her lips puckered and moistened before she spat and her tongue darting out to lap up that lingering, almost invisible trail of saliva on her lips.
His tongue found the cool spot of the cake where she’d spat on it, and he allowed himself to linger there for a moment and savor the flavor that had come from that strangely captivating mouth of hers. Her saliva was somehow sweet and flavorless at the same time, an interesting flavor that had gone just as quickly as it came upon mixing with the usual taste of his own mouth.
Snails licked the last dollop of chocolate icing from the floor and attempted to lift his head only to have Trixie say, “Ah, ah, ah. You aren’t finished yet, Glitter Shell. Or did you forget about sullying Trixie’s hooves?”
Snails gave a slight grimace as he directed his attention to his mistress’ forehooves only to find that indeed there was a mess of crumbs and icing spattered about her. Again he said nothing as he brought his tongue to her feet and proceeded to clean her. Trixie’s hooves, like her saliva, had an interesting taste about them. Despite the penniless traveler’s lifestyle she’d only just recently left behind, Trixie somehow had found the time to ensure that she took exceptional care of her exquisitely smooth hooves. They weren’t dirty or calloused or smelly like his usually were, and for that he was especially grateful.
As Snails continued to lick Trixie clean, the fur along her hooves began to tickle his tongue, giving off a pleasant feeling not unlike licking a lollipop. As he got more and more into grooming his mistress, Snails took the liberty to lift the hoof he was cleaning so that he could lick at the underside. For his efforts, he was rewarded with a satisfied moan from Trixie, encouraging him to work the other hoof as well.
“You’re not as useless as I thought after all,” Trixie remarked, watching her emasculated servant lose himself in the taste of her hooves. She couldn’t help but smile while adoring the pathetic, almost doglike expression on his features. Snails had been effectively broken and was almost sure to do whatever Trixie commanded of him, but she had to be certain.
“Glitter Shell, stop.” Trixie instructed. Sure enough, the subservient colt obeyed. Grinning deviously, Trixie strode over to the former mayor’s desk, taking care to swipe several stacks of papers, envelopes and decorative snow globes to the floor before sliding her rump onto the now vacant surface so that her hind legs dangled in front of her. “Now come.”
As her maid-colt complied, she held her hindhooves out. Snails instinctively went to his haunches, seized both of the hooves and proceeded to give them a thorough cleaning. Trixie bit her lower lip in delight as Snails drew out absolutely exquisite sensations with each stroke of his tongue. She had to admit, while he sucked at the simple tasks such as serving and etiquette, he was good at this. Perhaps a little too good, as evidenced by the uncontrollable clenching of her thighs and the moans that would escape her throat every time he passed over an especially tender spot.
Trixie found herself gazing down at the submissive colt with a newfound adoration. All dolled up like this, he was far cuter than she’d given him credit for, though she had an inkling that she could take it just a little further. Seizing a pair of rubber bands off the desk with her magic, Trixie maneuvered the bands to either sides of Snails’ head and began to work them into his mane, eventually fashioning two identical pigtails that accented his make-up and clothing only too perfectly.
As Trixie took a moment to appreciate her work, she noticed something... off about her little playing’s ensemble. Glancing between his legs she could see that front of his dress had begun to raise up, allowing her to catch a glimpse of the lace panties she’d instructed him to wear, but what she saw past caused her to cover her mouth and mouth the words “Oh, wow.” Looking closer, she could make out the firm, rigid base of what she realized was an erection, and a big one at that.
Trixie was completely and utterly shocked on two fronts. For one thing, she hadn’t taken into account the fact that he might’ve gotten off on this sort of thing. For another she didn’t think he would be this big at his age. It certainly explained his normally half-witted demeanor; the amount of blood that had to be flowing through that thing certainly wasn’t reaching his brain. While Trixie continued to marvel, Snails’ still engorging cock was slowly but surely creeping out of its lacy hiding place, revealing more of its girth to the awestricken mare’s eyes.
In her distracted state Trixie failed to realize that in the absence of instructions Snails had taken some initiative and was now slowly gliding his tongue up the leg he’d been servicing, driven solely by his sense of taste. It wasn’t until the pigtailed colt’s tongue caressed the sensitive flesh of Trixie’s inner thigh did she realize that Snails had started acting out of his own accord.
Her first instinct was to slap his peanut sized brain clean out of his girlishly cute face, but quickly thought against it as the warm, damp feel of his tongue melting against her thighs brought a whimper of pleasure to her throat. It only made her want to break him more.
With a catty grin, she kicked Snails away, causing the gangly colt to trip over his own lanky legs and onto his back. “Tasting your mistress without permission?” The older mare shook her head in mock disappointment, slinking off the desk in pursuit. “It seems that Trixie will have to teach this foolish foal some proper discipline.”
Snails had only just managed to pull himself back to a sit when a forceful hoof to the belly sprawled him right back on his back, keeping him planted there.
“Trixie will tell you when to sit up, Glitter Shell.”
“But why’d you push m—”
“And when to speak, as well,” she quickly interrupted, putting her weight on her hoof, crushing the wind out of Snails. “Understood?”
“Y-yes, Madame Trixie!” the colt gasped. To his relief, Trixie was feeling merciful, and found content with his answer.
“Good,” Trixie said, easing the pressure on Snails’ chest. “Now, Glitter Shell, Trixie has a question for you.” She slid her hoof down Snails’ belly. “What is this?” she asked, lips curled into a catty, knowing grin as her hoof brushed against the very noticeable bulge under Snails’ skirt.
Snails gave a very apparent shudder upon feeling Trixie’s hoof trail along the sensitive flesh of his erect cock. It felt good, so, so good, but at the same time he was beyond humiliated. Satisfying as his reaction was to Trixie, it still wasn't a proper answer to her question.
"Trixie asked you a question, Glitter Shell, and she expects an answer. Now, speak."
"O-of course," Snails said dejectedly. "It's my.... y'know..."
While Snails mumbled, a certain great and powerful overlord began to grow impatient, but that was fine with her. Trixie had a quick remedy for her servant's little failure to communicate properly.
"Agh!" Snails yelped when Trixie stepped down on his captive dick with all her weight, sending a sharp jolt of pain through the colt's member.
“Trixie couldn’t hear you. Speak. Up." She ground his cock underneath her hoof with each word.
"Owww! Ouch! I'll speak up, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
“Then answer clearly this time, you ignorant little fool!"
"Y-yes mistress!" Snails heaved an internal sigh of relief as Trixie eased off of him and allowed him to speak. "It's my... my p-penis," he stuttered hurriedly, averting his gaze almost immediately.
"That wasn't so difficult, was it, Glitter Shell?" Trixie teased, gently patting her maid-boy's cock. "Now, for Trixie's next question..." In one swift motion, Trixie kicked up the skirt and apron, exposing Snails' cock and balls which even Trixie had to admit looked rather cute tucked away inside his white lace panties. She grabbed his erect dick by the head, pointed it straight up and let it go, allowing the shaft to fly back and hit his belly with a meaty 'smack'. "Why is this so hard, hm? It wasn't like this earlier."
"Well, th-that's... I, uh—"
"Look at Trixie when she's addressing you."
Snails skittishly obeyed.
"Speak."
Snails opened his mouth to do just that, but only silence escaped him. As a result of sitting through Cheerilee's incredibly detailed and informative sex-ed lecture, he at least had a basic understanding of how and why his penis gotten so hard, but at the same time, he didn't completely understand why this particular situation had him so aroused.
Sure, he found Trixie to be very pretty—since her first performance in Ponyville, she'd become not only his idol, but a first crush as well—not to mention she'd also been the subject of his first wet dream and what a dream it had been—with great volume comes rubber-cement like stains on sticky bedsheets, after all—but even his attraction to her couldn't justify arousal in the face of this abuse. It was almost like... like he enjoyed it.
The idea seemed a little absurd at first, but the more thought about it, the more sense it seemed to make. In some perverse humiliating way, he liked it when she called him names and adored it when she threatened him. It was just so... so perfectly her and he really liked her being her because she was at her prettiest when she was being herself... well, it made sense to him anyway.
"Glitter Shell. Trixie's patience with you is growing thin. Answer before she—"
"It's because... because I think you're really pretty and I like it when you boss me around, and call me names and stuff!" Snails shouted the confession at Trixie far louder than he'd intended to, but he’d gotten his point across nonetheless. He looked to his mistress for any sort of reaction but she merely looked on at him with a dispassionate expression.
“Is that really how you feel?”
“Y-yeah…” he said.
“A-hem.”
“I mean, yes, Madame Trixie!”
“Hm.” Trixie tapped her chin in thought, reflecting upon the best course of action to take regarding her servant’s confession and an instant later her face lit up. “Not that you deserve it, but Trixie wishes to give you a little reward for your honesty...” A smirk crept onto her lips as she leaned her face towards his.
“What are you—”
“Shut up,” Trixie breathed as her lips drew dramatically closer to his own. She was near enough that if Snails lifted his head just less than an inch, they’d have kissed. “Open your mouth, you little twit,” she growled and Snails obeyed.
Sliding her tongue into her maid-boy’s mouth, Trixie closed the distance between their lips, closing her eyes. Snails had no idea how to react to his first kiss, but as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Snails noticed while Trixie slowly parted from their liplock, she’d yet to withdraw her tongue. Beyond that he could feel something warm and wet steadily dripping into his mouth. A glance at her glistening lips and tongue showed that she was just allowing a stream of her saliva to stream into his mouth, and he could feel it beginning to pool but he didn’t dislike it. The warm stream of her drool was actually rather pleasant up until Trixie outright spat on his lower lip.
“Now close your mouth, but do not swallow,” Trixie instructed.
Snails didn’t give a second thought to closing his maw. Oddly enough, he wasn’t even remotely disgusted despite the pool of Trixie’s spit lingering in his mouth. The taste was starting to grow on him oddly enough, sweet but sticky with a distant hint of that chocolate cake from earlier. Not delicious, but not repulsive either.
Trixie allowed a moment to pass before saying, “Swallow it.”
Of course, Snails drank down his lady’s spit, no questions asked, gagging only slightly as the fluid went down like cough syrup.
“Did you enjoy the Great and Powerful Trixie’s gift?” The older mare asked.
“Of course, mistress. It was... delicious.”
“Excellent,” Trixie said. “If you can impress Trixie with your performance in this next task, then an even better reward awaits you. But first, Trixie has grown tired of standing and wishes to test your worth as furniture. Lay back and be still.”
As Trixie had come to expect, Snails didn’t hesitate to do what he was told. He didn’t so much as stir when Trixie turned around and stood over him, putting her lady-parts on display for the puberty-stricken colt’s viewing pleasure. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Snails mouth out the word “Woah” in awe. Understandable since this was the first mareplot he’d ever seen that wasn’t rendered in some anatomy textbook or secondhand nudie magazine.
After giving her subject a moment to admire her plump, periwinkle pussylips, Trixie decided to move on to the next part of her servant’s lesson. She leaned back on her haunches, guiding her big blue butt to a rest on Snails’ face. The colt gave a muffled “Mmmf!” as Trixie’s delightfully dense derriere began to smother him in the best kind of way.
To be fair, Trixie liked her new colt-face chair, but she just couldn’t seem to get comfortable on it. She began to wiggle her hips in an attempt to get the best seating possible, crushing Snails’ muzzle beneath the weight of her ass in the process—not that her subservient little maid had any complaints about the ordeal: the happiness of his mistress was all that mattered to him. Well, that and taking in another lungful of air which he was thankfully able to do once Trixie got settled on his face.
Snails breathed in deeply, a lewd but interesting scent filling his nose and mouth; “Not terribly unpleasant” would’ve been an apt description. But, aside from the smell and the crushing pain in his face, being sat on by Trixie was just fantastic. Her backside was so delightfully soft, bouncy and warm that he could’ve just taken a nap on it in an any other context.
“This is certainly a surprise, Glitter Shell,” Trixie remarked.
“Surprise?” he tried to ask, though what came out was nothing more than a muffled garble.
“Trixie wasn’t expecting you to be such a marvelous chair,” she said, relaxing herself completely. “But Trixie has another task for you...” Unseen by Snails—whose world was now nothing but his master’s robust rear—, Trixie, slowly and sensually, slid her hooves down her belly and hips, teasing her way towards her labia. Once there, she slowly caressed and spread her lips, simultaneously massaging and exposing her sex.
Trixie’s pussy began to grow wet as she proceeded to service herself, low breathy moans escaping her lips with each stroke of her hooves. She was getting hot under the collar to be sure, but she was going to need more than her hooves if she was going to get off. Luckily for her, she happened to be straddling the perfect boy-toy for such a task. “Oooo… stick out your tongue, Glitter Shell,” she said.
Snails, blind but eager to please his master, extended his tongue as ordered. Trixie took it from there, maneuvering her plaything’s mouth onto her lower lips, sliding her slit along his tongue and lips. A strong, tart flavor greeted Snails’ tastebuds as Trixie’s mare juices dribbled and drizzled down his muzzle and mouth.
“Mmm… lick it, now.”
The command fell on Snails’ ears like the hammer pull on a pistol and not even a second later the colt was gladly throwing his tongue to the warm, pulsing of Trixie’s tight insides. It felt like his tongue was being sucked in and tickled in a way that not even his favorite desserts from Sugarcube corner could. Intrigued by this new and exciting feeling, Snails rammed his tongue into Trixie’s pussy again and again, making it wetter and slicker with each pass.
“Just like that... deeper, deeper…” Trixie caressed her belly in delight while her servant aimlessly ate her out, his inexperience evident in every slurp and scrape of his tongue along her sweet vaginal walls. “That’s right,” she panted, “Lick your master like an obedient, little lap-dog, you shameless crossdressing maid. Actually, that gives Trixie an idea…” She mused with a devious grin.
With a red flash from Trixie’s horn, a black dog collar with a chain link leash manifested around her scrawny little submissive’s neck. Pleased with the addition, Trixie grabbed the handle of the leash and pulled it upwards, forcing Snails’ muzzle even deeper inside of her. Trixie began to tug and loosen the leash, manipulating her servant like some cross between a fleshened dildo and a yo-yo.
In the midst of her domination, a very apparent throb from between the colt’s legs caught Trixie’s attention. Curiously and connivingly she brushed a hoof across the rock hard member. “Oh, wow, it’s burning hot,” she remarked, stroking the warm meat in her soft hooves, causing her maid to wince and whine. “Poor Glitter Shell, this must painful for you. But don’t worry…Trixie will take pity and cure you of this little ailment.” She brushed her snow white mane behind her shoulder and leaned forward, making sure to pull the leash along to ensure that Snails continued to service her properly.
Tongue extended, Trixie hovered over the engorged erection and, like earlier, allowed a small trail of her saliva to drip onto the head of Snails’ cock. Trixie could feel Snails jolt and tense up as the spit slowly cascaded its way down his shaft. It felt like his cock was being melted and tickled under a stream of warm slime and all he could do from his end to cope was grit his teeth and bear with the pleasure. And yet, even with his master’s spit dribbling down his scrotum and into his ass, the best had yet to even come.
In his distracted state Snails hadn’t noticed that Trixie had lowered her head, closing the distance until she imparted the welcoming kiss of fellatio on his tip. She descended, her tongue gliding down the rigid length, wringing out quivers and shivers from Snails who disappointingly had stopped servicing her, though a sharp tug of his collar remedied that with a quickness.
Trixie assumed a steady bobbing rhythm as she sucked Snails off, expertly wrapping her tongue around his circumference with each descent. Each frustrated grunt and whimper she wrung out of him was music to her ears, and each time she felt him squirm beneath her, it was simply delicious. Snails was swimming in the heavenly pleasures her mouth afforded, but Trixie wouldn’t be satisfied until she’d versed his virgin flesh in the most devilish delights of the male body.
Pulling her lips off, Trixie tugged her little crossdresser’s panties to the side, trailing her tongue down the shaft and past his exposed balls, her destination being one far, far off the beaten path. Holding his legs apart, Trixie began tracing the rim of her plaything’s anus, giving only the slightest grimace at the unpleasant flavor; this wasn’t her first rodeo after all. However, where taste would fail to entice, his reactions would be more than sufficient at keeping her attention.
“Agh!” Snails involuntarily arched his spine upon feeling Trixie’s warm, wet tongue penetrate him. “Ngh… nyah… M-Mistress,” he cried, squirming as Trixie’s tongue violated him, “Please, you can’t—”
As if by reflex, Trixie’s tail lashed out and swatted Snails across the mouth, instantly silencing him. “What was that, you little fool? ‘I can’t’? Ha! The Great and Powerful Trixie will do with you as she pleases.” The control-freak snorted. “Tch, I was just going to settle for teasing you, but it seems like this impudent little maid still doesn’t know their place… but that’s all right...” Focusing her magic, Trixie summoned a long pink dildo from out of thin air and made a gesture of sloppily running her tongue across it, lubricating the length with her saliva. “I’ll be more than glad to help you learn it once and for all.”
Smiling like a true sadist, Trixie brought the toy to Snails’ asshole, playfully teasing and tickling his anus before going all in with single gasp-inducing thrust. Snails clenched his eyes and jaw upon feeling the toy slide inside him, his asshole reflexively clamping down on the thick, hard plastic like it were trying to force it out to no avail. It hurt, but at the same time, in some part of his brain, something had him convinced that it wasn’t so bad.
After meeting with some initial resistance, Trixie gently pulled the dildo back out before shoving it back in, jarring Snails with the sudden reintroduction. She drew it in and out, again and again, each push of the faux phallus loosening him up as it massaged his inner walls and kissed his prostate, which if anything only served to transform his boner from stone to steel. His cries of surprise had softened into erotic moans as he came to accept and even enjoy the odd pleasure-pains of the experience.
He couldn’t help whipping his head back as Trixie reintroduced her lips to his penis. His body was being assaulted on two fronts now, and it was starting to become more than his simple mind could take. Trixie conducted herself so well that it was impossible to tell where the sensations of her mouth began and the pleasures of the dildo ended, but because of Snails’ inexperience and poor stamina he wouldn’t be able to enjoy this euphoria for much longer. He could feel a pressure building in the deepest part of his dick, growing stronger and sharper with each stimulation of his flesh.
His first crush’s lips on his cock, the thick thing sliding in and out of his ass, this embarrassing outfit, the weight of her soft, warm body atop his own, it was all too much for him to take in at once and when he finally came, he came hard. The sheer intensity of of the climax ripped through him, causing him to dig his hooves into Trixie’s flank to cope with the pleasure. Trixie, no stranger to the male orgasm, pulled off of the cock just in time to avoid catching a throatful of colt-cum, the creamy payload erupting mere inches away from her face like a geyser of ejaculate.
"Hah... ahh... w-wow." Snails panted before collapsing out of relief from the release. "That… that felt waaay better than my hooves,” he rambled as Trixie slid the dildo out of his ass.
Rolling her eyes, Trixie stood up and shook her head. “Of course it felt amazing, fool,” she stated matter-of-factly. “The Great and Powerful Trixie was once a world-class escort, after all.” Her eyes wandered back down between Snails’ legs, where she was surprised to find that he was still harder than a marble statue. “So, even after cumming that hard, it’s still like this, hmm?” She asked, stroking her servant’s super-sensitive, yet surprisingly still stiff shaft.
In her experience, most stallions would’ve begun to wilt and limpen after such an intense prostate orgasm, but Snails, evidently, was not most stallions. Trixie hungrily licked her lips as she continued to massage her servant’s burden with her hooves. “Well, now that you’ve had your fun...” she turned around to straddle his hips, so they were face to face, “...it’s time for Trixie to have her fill,” she said, reaching behind herself, securing Snails’ member.
“Wait, wait, please! It’s still sensitive—agh!” Snails found his pleas cut off when Trixie sharply seized him by the shortest length of the leash and brought his face to hers. Through the pain of being choked, he could see that her eyes had again adopted a wicked crimson glow.
“You don’t get a say in the matter, fool,” she growled. She began to rub his tool against her slit, simultaneously teasing herself and treating her ears to his whines. “Now, watch closely as the Great and Powerful Trixie makes your virginity disappear…” With a bit lip, Trixie eased her hips back, her labia spreading as her younger partner’s throbbing meat began to fill her up.
Snails grit his teeth as he was enveloped in a slippery blanket of heat and pulsing pressure. Snails opened his mouth to gasp, but quickly found Trixie’s tongue pressed up against his own in a frantic french kiss. She seized him by his scarlet cheeks and pulled him even deeper into the kiss, enhancing her own enjoyment of their sexual union.
Trixie broke the kiss, planting a hoof on Snails‘ chest for balance as she began to roll and wiggle her hips, easing his dick in to the hilt. The sensation of Trixie’s sticky, vaginal walls rubbing against his virgin flesh was so amazing that Snails couldn’t help but grunt, “Ngh… it’s... so tight…”
Trixie took a moment to catch her breath, allowing herself to get accommodated to the thickness inside of her. Snails was really quite big for somepony so young. Not even close to the biggest she’d ever taken, but Trixie could say with some certainty that he’d definitely put some full-grown stallions to shame in a dick measuring contest.
Her admiration of his size now a passing thought, Trixie pressed down on Snails chest and raised her hips. “Don’t cum too quickly, Glitter Shell. Trixie wants to enjoy this.” She began to ride him, drinking in the strained expression on his face as her pussy endlessly rubbed against his rigid rod. His reactions were adorable, and the honest of his quivering body was absolutely delicious, but what she wanted was to hear his voice.She leaned down and gently nipped his neck with her teeth, eliciting a soft whine from her little submissive. She lingered there, kissing and sucking on his ticklish neck while her fleshy derriere continued to meet his thighs with a thick meaty smack each time she rolled her hips.
It took Trixie off guard when Snails, unable to bear the with the excruciatingly sensations any longer, seized her around the waist and somehow managed to roll the older, larger mare onto her back. Panting and huffing from relief, it took Snails a moment to realize the circumstance he now found himself in. Not only had he risen a hoof to the most powerful mare in Ponyville, but he’d also probably disobeyed an order somewhere along the lines and was sure to be punished for it. In his stunned state, the colt tried and failed to stammer out an apology. “Oh, geez, I… I’m uh…”
“So I guess you’re not completely helpless, hm?” Trixie said in a surprisingly not infuriated tone.
Snails blinked in confusion and disbelief. “Huh? You’re… you’re not mad?”
“Trixie was amused at your little act of defiance.” She continued, coiling the leash around her wrist, drawing Snails closer. “But, now that we’re here, let’s see if you can follow up that little act of yours.” She purred into his ear. A moment passed and the only activity Trixie received for her troubles was a slack jaw and a blank stare. “Slow as ever I see…” Trixie muttered with a roll of her eyes.
“But I don’t know what you want me to—”
“Fuck me until I can’t walk straight, you simpleton!” Trixie bellowed.
Snails winced at the tongue lashing, but nodded nonetheless, uttering a soft “Yes, mistress,” as he moved the head of his penis against Trixie’s spread, pink slit. He pushed his hips forward gently, once again immersing himself within the depths of her pussy. He took his time and went in at a slow, explorative pace, allowing himself to savor the feel of Trixie’s pussy massaging and swallowing his dick at his own pace.
As Trixie was already loose from the earlier insertion, it didn’t take long for Snails to bury himself up to the hilt of his dick where he lingered for a moment before moving again. He pulled back just as slowly as he’d penetrated and pumped his way back in, again, taking his time unaware that he was simultaneously trying Trixie’s patience, but that was all right. This wasn’t Trixie’s first rodeo, afterall. She had a trick or four up her sleeve when it came to breaking in first-timers.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a long, thin pointing stick propped up in a corner of the former mayor’s office; a perfect switch if she did say so herself. She levitated the stick out of the corner and guided it just behind the unsuspecting colt’s backside. She hiked up the back of target’s dress, waited for him to pull back and...
Crack! Right across Snails’ narrow ass.
“Nyagh!” Snails threw himself forward with a quickness as the rod’s sting burned his backside.
“♥Mmmf♥! Again, just like that,” Trixie said.
“What? But why—”
Snap! Whack!
“Yowch!”
“Trixie said again, fool! Now, move!”
Smack!
“Gah!” With that last lash, Snails practically scrambled to comply with Trixie’s demands, drawing his cock out and stuffing it back in with a quickness to which he was rewarded with a satisfied purr from his mistress. But sure enough, the switch was right behind him with another solid swat reminding him to keep thrusting lest he incur more lashes.
He could certainly see what Trixie was getting at now. Now that he was accustomed to the feel of her insides, going faster in this position felt way better. Another lash. Using his whole body, he picked up the pace and the power of his thrusts, so much so that he began to slide Trixie along the floor with each push he gave. He was determined to fuck her to and, if necessary, through the office wall.
“Oh, so you can perform simple tasks, if you’ve got the right incentive, huh?” Trixie teased, running a hoof along his back and down his forelegs. “Not bad for a first timer,” she praised, treasuring the spent, yet determined look on Snails face as he threw himself into her with every fiber of his being.
Snails was huffing and heaving now. His brow slick with a fine layer of sweat that ran down his face smudging and smearing his make up, but despite his exhaustion he continued to pound way inside the power hungry primadonna. He would have slowed down, but something beyond the threat and stimulation of Trixie’s switch kept him motivated and moving. It was Trixie’s smug expression, or rather the lack of said smugness that kept him going. Somehow with each thrust he was softening her expression, fucking that arrogant look off her face. Inspired to bring it even harder, the colt wrapped his hooves around Trixie’s waist, pulling her back each time he thrust forward, allowing him to reach even deeper inside of her.
“Yes… good, just like that… just like that...” Trixie dug her hooves into the determined little crossdresser’s back. In her distracted state, she lost her telekinetic hold on the pointing stick, which clattered to the floor, unnoticed in the cacophony of grunts, moans and flesh slapping against flesh.
Trixie had to admit that he was certainly getting better by the stroke—if she had toes they’d be curled in ecstasy— but she needed a reprieve from the younger pony’s seemingly boundless energy. Sliding her hooves to his waist, she tried to push his hips back, but the gesture went absolutely unnoticed by the lust-driven colt. “Slow it down,” she ordered him, but her normally compliant maid just ignored her command. “Glitter Shell, do it slower!” she barked, but if anything Snails only went faster.
“W-wait slow down! Trixie, s-said to slow down, fool! You’re doing it too hard!” Trixie shouted, attempting to shove the skinny colt back, though it seemed like he’d suddenly gain the strength of a minotaur. And his grasp on her waist wasn’t faltering for anything short of world destroying calamity.It certainly didn’t help that she was right on the verge of reaching climax either. If he kept up this pace then she’d be sure to… sure to… “♥~Oh, fuck~♥!”
Snails could feel Trixie’s hooves dig sharply into his back as he single-mindedly rutted her to orgasm. She locked her hindlegs around his waist and held him still, whimpering while her pussy uncontrollably quivered and contracted all around his shaft. “F-fucking cross d-dressing pervert,” she stuttered, trying to fight the euphoric smile sneaking onto her lips.
Snails wasn’t sure what to make of Trixie convulsing and shuddering underneath him. For a moment he honestly feared that he’d broken her. “Uh, are… are you okay?”
“Sh-shut up! Trixie doesn’t need your concern!” Her tone of voice was a touch harsher than she’d intended, but all the same it worked to hide her embarrassment. She wasn’t even mad, just surprised. Trixie had been expecting him to perform like a two-pump-chump with no stamina, not some kind of underaged adult film star.
Trixie pushed Snails away and stood up on unsteady legs. It was unbelievable that someone like him had brought her to such a state, but perhaps even more unbelievable than that was the fact that he was still hard as a brick. She couldn’t help but smile; It’d been a while since she’d been with anyone so lively and she wanted to make every second of this encounter worth her while.
“Glitter Shell, come.” Trixie strolled over to the desk and slid her torso upon the desktop, arching her back and lifting her tail to bring emphasis to her ass. “Your mistress has need of you,” she said, tugging Snails forward by the leash. The colt stumbled forward, turning his attention upon Trixie’s exposed backside with a ravenous curiosity in his eyes. He felt his dick twitch as he marveled at her bare plot.
“Well, don’t just stand there staring, fool. You’ve got a job to do,” she said, with a little wiggle in her hips.
Snails didn’t waste a moment in obliging Trixie’s order. He reared up and grabbed her by the flank, pulling her rump down and back while he brought his hips forward, his tip meeting her pussy lips with a not-so-innocent kiss. Due to the height difference between himself and Trixie, thrusting was awkward at first, but he soon found Trixie to be quite accommodating, lowering her hips— while mocking him for his size of course— so that he could get a better angle on her, and then, they were off.
He was hitting so much deeper from this angle and because Trixie was still sensitive from her earlier orgasm, her thighs quivered and quaked each time Snails rammed into her. He had all the tact and consideration of a dog in heat, but what he lacked in technique he made up for with fervency and frequency. With each rapidfire stroke, Trixie could feel her grip on the desk start to falter and before she knew it, Snails had taken her to the pile of scattered papers on the floor.
“♥~Oof~♥! G-getting carried away again, aren’t you?” Trixie panted. He was really giving his all to this, though what the colt said next most assuredly unnerved her.
“I’m… I’m gonna cum again!” Snails shouted. “I’m gonna cum inside, mistress!”
“What!?” Trixie gasped. She turned her body and tried to push Snails away, but judging from the look on his face and his moan which were steadily rising in pitch, it seemed as though time was definitely not on her side. “Ngh… not… not insi—♥~mmf~♥!” Trixie found her weak protests cut short as Snails leaned his oddly lanky neck forward and greedily stole a kiss from his mistress. She found herself overpowered by the horny colt, who looked like he was ready to blow at any second. For a moment the thought of blasting him with a bolt of lightning crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed the thought for she’d have struck herself with the backlash at this range. In the next instant, she’d find herself regretting her decision to not take the shot.
With an awkward whinny, Snails reared his neck back and blew his load deep inside Trixie, filling her glistening inner walls with seemed like an endless torrent of his hot seed. He gripped her harder as a second twitch sent another jet of semen ripping out of his cock. As the colt’s orgasm ebbed away Trixie could feel Snails’ grip growing weaker and took action, using a well placed magic burst to blast the colt back to the floor.
Trixie was on her hooves in an instant, her eyes and amulet glowing with an indignant crimson. “Who told you to cum inside, you filth!?” She roared, magically materializing a bullwhip out of thin air. “Trixie will flay your worthless hide for your insubordinance you despicable wretch!”
“I’m-I’m sorry, I didn’t kn—”
“Oh, you’re not sorry yet, but you’re about to be!” Trixie swung the whip in a mighty lash at the still sprawled out Snails who was helpless to do anything but flinch and cower away from pending crack of the whip, but it never came.
Snails opened his eyes to find that the tip of the angrily hurled whip had stopped mere inches away from his face, its form bearing a strong resemblance to a lunging cobra that had frozen mid-strike. Frozen from fear, Snails moved only his eyes to Trixie who seemed suddenly less angry and more focused on something besides him.
“Tch, you’re in luck, scum,” Trixie spat, reeling the bullwhip back to her side. “It seems something’s set off the magical force field again. Ready Trixie’s cart at once and grab that other imbecile, assuming the ostriches haven’t done him in, of course.”
“Right now?”
Trixie rolled her eyes. “Obviously,” she sighed. For a moment, she thought of berating “But first... come here.”
Snails rose an eyebrow out of surprise. “Uh… yes, great and mistress— mmm?!”
Comprised of two parts anger and one part fear-inducing passion, it was the most aggressive kiss he’d received today, and in true Trixie fashion, it was immediately followed up with a swift hoof that met his face with a resounding Thwack!
“Oww…” Snails groaned, rubbing his stinging cheek. “Why?”
“Because Trixie felt like it, fool. And don’t think for a second that this means you’re off the hook. When we return, Trixie will see to it that you receive a fitting punishment, understood?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Then be gone with you.” Trixie turned away
“Ummm… mistress?”
“Ugh, what?”
“Can I take this off first?” Snails gestured to the maid costume
“Whatever,” Trixie said, “Just have the cart ready by the time I get down stairs or I’ll make sure that you’re made to pay for that as well. You’re dismissed.”
Snails gave a curtsey and mouthed something Trixie couldn’t be othered to listen to as he left. While Trixie was surprised that Snails had retained any decor at all from her earlier lessons, her mind was in other places. Something wasn’t right about this alarm, she could just feel it in her gut. Like something horrible was going to happen once she went to investigate. Of course that was preposterous, after all she had the Alicorn Amulet. What was there for her to fear when she had power enough to rival even Celestia? She shook her to clear her mind of any cowardice. There was an intruder to be dealt with.
It was hours later that Trixie would find herself walking down the vacant, eveningtime streets of a Ponyville freshly liberated from her tyranny. A weak smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she heard the residents cheering and chanting from the festival. It was like they’d already forgotten being enslaved mere hours ago; quite the resilient little town.
Trixie made her way through the, thankfully, empty streets until she happened by an old bridge overlooking a small pond. With a melancholic sigh, she stopped, cast a glance into the still waters and began to reflect on her failings. Twice now, she’d been humiliated by Twilight and forced to take this long walk of shame out of Ponyville, further cementing her reputation as a talentless fraud. The fact that she’d sunken every last bit she had into the Alicorn Amulet and was now headed back to the unforgiving world without so much as a cracker crumb to her name wasn’t exactly working wonders for her self-esteem either.
The sound of hoofsteps approaching from behind caught Trixie’s attention and struck her as odd, considering the whole town should’ve been attending that festival. Just as she was ready to write the walking party off as some random passerby who’d simply left the festivities early, the hoof steps came to a halt right behind her.
“Who—” Trixie turned her head to catch a glimpse of a certain idiot’s unmistakable silhouette, “Oh, it’s you.” She turned away from him almost immediately, a pang of guilt filling her gut. She couldn’t bring herself to look the colt in the eyes, not after everything she’d put him through. “Look, what I did to you earlier, I... I wasn’t in my right state of mind, okay? I was under that amulet’s control and I just couldn’t control myself. I know it sounds like an excuse, and I’m sorry but I…” Trixie turned around and met his eyes so she could fully express her sincerity with the apology, but what she found on his face wasn’t a look of disdain or despair, but rather the look a colt might give after being rejected by a filly he knew he had no chance with.
"Oh, so I guess that means that you didn't like it then, huh?" Snails said, scratching the back of his head.
Trixie blinked. That wasn't quite the response she'd been expecting. “And you did?”
If it hadn’t been late evening, Trixie would have seen the colt blush as he shyly pawed at the ground. "W-well, I mean dressing up in girl clothes and swallowing your spit was a little weird, but everything else wasn’t so bad. I mean I wouldn’t mind doing it with you again… mistress,” he finished bashfully.
Trixie shook her head and sighed. She’d been afraid that he’d break down into a mass of hurt feelings and stolen innocence, and yet,here he was, confessing his desire . "You really are an idiot, you know that?" she muttered, running a hoof down her face. Had she really fallen so far from the graces, that her once bustling throngs of adoring fans had been reduced to a single, lovestruck simpleton? Still, through the highs and lows, Snails had certainly always been there for her. And after everything she’d put him through, she couldn’t just leave it as it was. "Well, the Great and Powerful Trixie isn’t one to disappoint her fans, even if they are but lowly servants. Three years.”
"Three years?" Snails asked with his head cocked sideways.
Trixie nodded. “Your earlier performance was impressive to be sure, but Trixie would rather wait until you’ve grown until you’ve grown into your full potential before she decides to taste you again. Unless…” she gently grabbed him by the chin and tilted his head up. “You don’t think Trixie’s worth the wait,” she cooed, inching even closer.
“You’re… you’re worth it...” Snail stuttered.
“And you’ll wait for your mistress to return and claim you?” she breathed on his lips.
“Y-yeah, of course.”
“Good, boy.” She rewarded him with a soft peck on the lips before turning away from the enamored boy behind her. “Then it’s settled. Once the Great and Powerful Trixie has resurrected her reputation, Trixie will be back for you once you’ve matured enough, and as a symbol of your contract,” she took off her hat and slammed it over the colt’s head. “Don’t lose my hat, fool. That’s an order even you can’t screw up.”
“Yes… nnngh! mistress,” Snails struggled to pull the abnormally large wizard cap off of his head, but when he finally managed to get it off, he found that he was alone on the bridge, save for a puff of smoke where his great and powerful mistress had once stood. Three years of agonizing freedom until he was enslaved again. The time just couldn’t pass quickly enough.
The End
Author's Note
Inspired by the daring feats of a man who strove to change the way society views murder. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjIW0sNMVYk&index=3&list=PLQMM0JNEJP1v8qlFdILR9ffPzk8JbUXXz)