The Great and Powerful Mooch

I walked around my house, the collar around my neck starting to itch. "Trixie...I need this thing off now." I felt cold, my bare feet half frozen to the wood floor. "Trixie come on, I--"

Trixie's tail peeked in from the den. "Trixie is waiting, pet."

I shook my head, walking over and peeking into the room. "Trixie- whoa, what the hell?" I asked honestly, spotting Trixie in black latex. "Uh...Trixie, need to talk."

Trixie watched me from the couch, her prone body bright against the cream couch. "Trixie is in need of comfort, a seat, and your face would--"

I coughed softly, "About that, I really need this thing off." I tugged at the collar. "I've got a date in like, three hours and--"

Trixie shot upright. "Date!? Trixie- I- what!?"

I rubbed my chest. "Yeah, some mare named Colgate, second human she's dating so I feel like I have to put on a good front." I stretched out. "Not that I'm a bad guy, just...she's coming back, can't be the one to drive her away from humans."

Trixie stared at me, wide eye'd and rigid. "Trixie was- you're not...." She settled down on the couch. "I was under the assumption you were with Trixie."

"What?" I yelped, "Uh, we're not, dating. I thought you were like my fuck buddy." I looked out to the caravan sitting outside. "Oh...you thought I- moving in?"

Trixie grew bright red, "Trixie seems to have been mistaken." She snapped her head away. "Trixie is fine-" she pulled my collar off, "-there."

I rubbed my neck as the leather collar floated away. "Um, you want to talk?"

"What is to talk about!?" She shot back, "You're not attracted in Trixie, why would we speak of it."

"Oh god damn it." I hissed to myself. "Trixie it's not like that! I didn't know you--"

"Trixie wishes to be alone!" She tossed a cape at me, hitting me in the face with the flowing fabric. "She needs to--"

"Trixie...I didn't know." I pulled the cape off and walked into the room fully. "I just thought you were crashing here. You moved a little quick and I just assumed it was going to be physical--"

"Are you calling Trixie loose!?" She yelled, leaning off the couch. "What are you--"

"Trixie, I don't know enough about you to say one way or the other! Just...you got involved really quick--"

"Perhaps that's because Trixie thought she could trust you!" She hopped off the couch, "Perhaps Trixie enjoyed staying on your property!" Her voice started to waver as she approached. "Perhaps Trixie thought when we laid by the fire was special!"

I looked off to the side, trying to deflect. "Shouldn't it be, when she--"

"Trixie doesn't care!" She shouted, standing on my toes. "Trixie thought you cared! I can see now she- I- rah!" She turned away, her legs a bit wobbly. "Trixie needs to--"

"So where you want to go?" I asked, following her to the couch. "Dinner, theatre, I could get tickets to the Wonder Bolts Quebec."

Trixie ignored me, walking over to the couch and hopping back up. "Trixie doesn't need your pity!"

"But does Trixie want a date? That's my question." I stated, leaning against the arm of the couch. "This thing with the mare, hasn't even started. And really, if you were clearer I'd have kept it that way- uh...I wouldn't have asked her out I mean."

Trixie refused to look at me. "Go! Trixie doesn't--"

"Magic lessons in Canterlot?" I asked, knowing her real weakness. "Go shopping in Baltimare? Go camping in the woods?"

Trixie puffed her cheeks out. "...Trixie is extremely angry right now. She requires all three...."

I smiled at her. "Sure, but uh...no sex." I stuffed my hands in my pockets. "If we're gonna actually do this, we're gonna do it right. Slow boil--"

"Trixie declines." She turned her head. "If you dare place stipulations after your mistake, then Trixie doesn't need to hear them."

I felt my gut sink. "...Ow, I mean like, ow."

Trixie turned her nose up at me. "You want Trixie now? You'll beg for Trixie," she lifted her hoof, "You will love Trixie, and you will start a fire, Trixie's ears are cold."

I felt my groin tighten up. "... God damn, this domination crap just ruins me." I rubbed my mouth. "Uh... let me go cancel this thing with Colgate--"

"Fire for your mistress!" She shouted, stomping her hoof. "And collar yourself."

I felt my chest burn. "Jesus...every time." I walked past her, quickly tossing a few logs into the fireplace. Newspaper and tinder went up like a snatch, flooding the room with heat and the warm smell of hickory. I turned to Trixie, finding her dragging a blanket onto the floor of the den. She was wearing latex stockings, open at the bottom to expose her hooves, what looked like a corset with a garter belt attached to her back stockings. "Man...this is gonna be awkward talking to Colgate."

"Why!? Because you realize how idiotic you were to m- Trixie!?" Trixie screamed, a hair in her mane popping out. "Well!?"

I shook my head. "No...because I've got a hard-on. I don't know what it is about girls in latex or leather, just...boom, damn thing moves on its own." I stuffed my hands in my pockets. "That and the serious guilt you've been shoving on me feels like dom talk. All around, you're good at pushing my buttons."

Trixie turned her head away. "Trixie has no interest in your buttons."

"And that makes it all the better, but seriously, I'll be back. Probably like in an hour." I turned to the door of my small den, fire's warmth to my back. "Gotta take care of this thing before I go...." I tired to adjust, my package painfully tight. "Damn you brain, and damn you boner."