The Great and Powerful Snails

Knock, knock.

Trixie slammed her toothbrush down as she spat into the sink. She scowled at her disheveled appearance. It was far too late for visitors and they were dead wrong if they thought they would get to see her in her yoga pants and night shirt. She meant to sound stern, but the words were muddled by a yawn she tried to stifle. “Who dare disturbs the Great and Powerful Trixie at such a time of night?”

“I-I didn’t mean to disturb you, oh Great and Powerful Trixie.”

Trixie groaned to herself before smiling and running her magic down through her hair to make it presentable, even for such trivial company. I suppose I can deal with him for a little bit. Who knows, maybe I can get him to pass out again like on his eighteenth birthday? Trixie chuckled to herself as she came out and flicked the door open with her magic.

Standing in the doorway was a young man with orange fur wearing a sweater and tan pants. Oddly enough for him, he had a backpack on that Trixie immediately started using her magic to pull items out of. “Did you bring me something?”

Snails grasped a large leather book that he quickly shoved into his backpack before pulling out a bag of tea. He took the small black bottle Trixie had and gave her the tea. “I was hoping, if it wouldn’t be too much,” Snails pursed his lips for a moment. “You have a bit of spit on your erm, chest.”

Trixie shot him an annoyed glance before looking down. “The Great and Powerful Trixie does not.” Trixie stopped as she saw a small wet spot on her shirt and scowled as she hoped it wouldn’t stain. Snails smiled at her, but she knew the perfect way to get him to stay humble as she undid the top button of her night shirt and flicked the spit away.

Snails’ eyes zoomed in on the cleavage Trixie was very suddenly showing. It didn’t help that the small blue shirt was too small for her giant chest, but without a bra her breasts had always been more than merely apparent to Snails. At least during the one or two times I’ve seen her like this before. Snails smiled and softly asked, “Can we talk?”

Trixie bit her lip as she considered what the tea might do to her want to sleep. “What type of tea is this?”

“Chamomile”

“Good.” She led the young man through the mountains of mess that cluttered her cart/house before finally she gracefully slipped into the kitchen. Snails, however, found himself tripping over a loose sheet of paper and getting half buried by a pile of stacked books. Trixie noticed him staring up at her, a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth. She furrowed her eyebrows before remembering just how tight her yoga pants were and that she was standing right over him.

She put a foot over his eyes as she blushed hard. “And what exactly do you think you’re looking at?”

Snails let out in a panicked voice, “No-nothing. I swear oh Great and Kind Trixie!” His head rocked back as she kicked off of his face. The position he was in did have its perks though as Trixie bent over with her tail firmly between her legs. Her ass was perfectly outlined by the fabric though, and Snails loved every detail of the black frame.

Trixie put the kettle onto her one burner before turning back to Snails with a yawn. “So how can the Great and Powerful Trixie possibly help her biggest fan?”

Snails cleared his throat loudly and clenched his hands into fists before calmly asking, “Are we friends?”

Trixie put a hand to her chest and frowned at Snails. “We’ve known each other for five years. The Great and Powerful Trixie would be quite offended if suddenly we weren’t friends.”

Snails breathed a sigh of relief but continued to stare at his hands. “Would you be willing to do something for me as a sign of friendship then?”

Trixie scowled to herself but quickly shook it off and decided that keeping Snails around would be better than simply saying no to some silly request. “And how may the Great and Powerful Trixie be of service?”

Snails gulped hard as he looked into her sultry purple eyes. However, it also pained Snails that she had donned this expression so many times, and never once followed up with anything. Maybe tonight? “Can… can I get a kiss?”

“You have to be joking, right? You are barely eighteen and you want a kiss from as great a woman as Trixie?”

Snails immediately chuckled nervously and shook his head. “Of course not, oh Great and Powerful Trixie. However, I was hoping you might put on this small removable tattoo, at least for tonight.” It almost broke Snails’ heart to do this, but he had to.

Trixie looked at the small piece of plastic. She almost laughed when she saw the little snail that was the stupid little image. However, she could only forgive Snails for being so impetuous when she saw just how sad he looked. I suppose that’s what he gets for trying to aim for the stars. However, he has been my friend for a long time.

“Fine, I’ll even place it close to my heart.” Trixie delighted in seeing the utter shock as she slowly undid two more buttons of her shirt. At this point her mountains of flesh were almost entirely visible, and a trail of drool became just as apparent from Snails. She bent over and gave him full view of the space between her breasts and saw his eyes start rolling back from overstimulation. However, he came back as Trixie’s hands came in front of him and placed the tattoo directly between her breasts.

Trixie felt a shiver down her spine as she felt Snails’ hot breath against her vulnerable breasts. She sighed as she thought about all of the other stallions she could be doing this with, but at least Snails’ could get her ready for her nightly fantasy. “Do you like what you see?”

Snails felt tears brim his eyes as he shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Are you saying the Great and Powerful Trixie’s heavenly bosom are too little to excite your simple mind?”

Snails eyes bulged and he ran into the kitchen as he heard the kettle go off. Trixie came in after him, hearing him softly starting to sob. She bit back her pride and put a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t we sip tea and talk then my faithful companion?”

Snails was silent until they sat down and then curled up in the fetal position. “I don’t want to just be your companion. I need, need, to know that there is more to our relationship then me just bringing you things.”

“I thought you liked me bringing you things?”

“I do. I love being with you because I love you and always have.”

Trixie swallowed hard instead of simply spitting scalding hot tea into the poor man’s face. “Snails… the Great and Powerful Trixie wishes she could respond in kind. However, she finds nothing in you even the slightly attractive and likes our current relationship. You are her closest friend, and that is why the Great and Powerful Trixie is willing to do something as silly as put a stupid tattoo between her breasts.”

Snails sniffled as he stared at her before finally submitting to what he had known was the inevitable. Trixie furrowed her brow as Snails’ horn glowed brightly and sweat came down his brow. “Snails, what are you–purple.” Trixie was stunned but she had found her attention grabbed by her wondrous purple cape as a flood of energy came from her chest.

Looking back to Snails she took in the muscles she had never noticed before and strong handsome jaw that outlined his kind face. Her mind drifted to memories of all the times she had mocked that face and the man behind it. She found herself giggling even as a corner of her mind was screaming in panic.

Snails now brought back out the black bottle and a small white rag. “Don’t worry Trixie. It is a simple,” Snails paused as he looked into the distance as if distracted by a memory. He shook his head furiously. “Enchantment that causes you to share my sight and thought process. It takes a lot of… focus though.” Snails put a hand to his head, almost getting himself with the chloroform.

“Wait. Snails. Help.” Trixie couldn’t focus on her words, but was instead finding her mind far more curious about the rag that was now in front of her face and the sickly smell that came off of it. It wasn’t long before Trixie’s mind found peace again and she collapsed against the ground.

Snails sat there for a few moments before leaning down and focusing to turn the spell off. He traced a hand around Trixie’s face, his heart hammering as the results hit him. “I… I did it.” He glanced back at his backpack and picked up the leather book. “Thank you. I couldn’t have ever thought of this without you.”

He turned back to Trixie and once more bent down to her. He was finally going to get what he had always wanted and watched as the fur around his target moved in time with his breath. Her scent was intoxicating and Snails found his tongue reaching out for his reward. He hesitated for a moment but finally found blissful release as his lips locked with Trixie’s.

Snails relished in the moment finding a calm his mind had only found once before. No distractions, simply the joy of his tongue wrapping around hers and their two bodies pressed together in tender embrace. It was too much for the inexperienced and excited man as he felt his crotch tighten and release. However, Snails could care less. This was the second greatest moment of his life, trumped only by the first time he had ever seen her and she had invaded every other thought.

He left her clothes alone, finding satisfaction in the simple act of passion. Gently picking her up, Snails gave her another peck on the forehead and felt a chill run down his spine. “Don’t worry Trixie. I’ll take care of you, I promise. I love you, and maybe this will let you find a side of me to love.” Snails felt tears run down his face, but he couldn’t figure out why he felt so sad when he had finally gotten his wondrous Trixie.