Trick Mirror

by SpectraWing

Rating: teen
Tags: Crossover, Romance, Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Random
Length: 2017

A silly self-insert story where Trixie turns you into a cute mare.

This is a silly self-insert story I wrote for the /mlp/ transformation thread. Trixie pulls you into Equestria and plays around with your body, turning you into various kinds of ponies. Please beware, this story has erotic undertones and is extremely silly.

Published 2015-06-19 14:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-19 14:00:01 UTC

Bodyplay

You know that one picture, right? The one where some poor anon is staring into the mirror incredulously, newly transformed into a pony. Blinking in disbelief.

God, you love that picture so much.

You’re staring into the mirror right now, as you often do, fantasizing about it. Wishing that, suddenly, your own reflection would morph into a pony. If you squint hard enough, you can just see it.

It’s quite pathetic, really.

“It’s quite pathetic, really!” a voice shrilly declares.

You look around in confusion as the voice laughs, mockingly. When you turn your eyes back to the mirror, there’s a pony there, with an altogether unpleasant smirk stretched across her face. You recognize her.

“T-Trixie?!”

She tosses her hair. “That’s the GREAT AND POWERFUL Trixie to you, monkey-thing!”

You gape.

“Hmm, yes. You will do quite nicely for my experiment. Gird your loins for the transition, sapiens! If you even have loins.”

A harsh pink light surrounds you, pulling you towards the mirror. You brace your face for an impact, but instead you pass through the glass like water. Your body is squeezed like Colgate through a harshly bright psychedelic tunnel before reality violently asserts itself again. The force of gravity takes hold of your trembling body, and you slam down to the ground, retching.

“Oh dear, somepony didn’t gird their loins as I instructed. Let that be the last time you doubt the infallible wisdom of one so great and powerful as Trixie!”

Groggily, you look up. The blue unicorn stands above you, expression a mixture of curiosity and contempt. You seem to be in some sort of cave, barely lit by green (magical?) torches and littered with arcane-looking paraphernalia. You recognize the wrecked remains of Trixie’s cart off to the left, covered in graffiti. Behind you stands a mirror, still glowing slightly.

“Oho, it seems you survived the transition with your species intact. Ah well, I suppose my jury-rigged magical mirror wouldn’t have quite the same effects as the Crystal Mirror itself. All the better for my experiment, I suppose~”

You try to stand before being slammed to the ground by pink magic again. “Ah-ah-ah. Good little simians stay still.” She pulls some remarkably ornate leather straps out of her cart, swirling one around each wrist and ankle before hammering them into the cave floor with stakes. You struggle to speak up.

“W-What are you…”

Trixie clicks her tongue, pulling out a ball gag. “Ah, you wouldn’t want to make Trixie use this, now would you?”

Actually, you kind of would. The thought of being dominated by this silky mare makes you… ah, but you can’t let her know that. You clamp your mouth shut and glare.

“Very good, simian!” She struts around you, examining. You fight to keep from staring at her rippling thighs, her cute butt. God, you’ve just been kidnapped! BDSM gear or no, this isn’t the time for lewd thoughts! S-Still, the glorious minx of a mare standing in front of you really does eclipse all that porn of her you have on your computer. You bite your lip, hard.

Trixie seems oblivious to your inner struggle. “You really are a spectacularly ugly example of your species. If it’s any consolation, Trixie will do her best to make you an especially cute mare.”

Your stomach clenches. “Wait, what?” you shriek, just as the tingly bolt of magic hits you square in the chest.

The changes begin in your extremities. Straining your head to the right, you can see your fingers shrinking away , vanishing into palms that are growing hard as bone. From these new hooves, warm yellow hair begins to sprout and creep up along your shrinking arms. Glancing down at your aching legs, which now sport the freshly re-proportioned bone structure of a mare, you see the hair has crept up nearly to your thighs. As it passes your now-plump butt, you feel a tingle on each hip. A cutie mark?

Trixie regards you with amusement, tinged with slight incredulity. “Are you ENJOYING this?”

You just gape at her, dopey smile on your face as your hair suddenly floofs outward into curly green locks. You cross your eyes trying to see your nose as it bulges out into a short muzzle. You can feel your ears lengthen as well, newly articulate and far more sensitive. You experiment with moving them around, side to side, up and down.

The yellow hair creeping from your limbs and neck finally converges on your chest, where the magic bolt struck you. Your bones crack just a bit as your new skeleton finishes clicking into place. Suddenly, radiating out from your core, you fill up with a warm, steady strength. You feel as if muscles rippling just beneath your skin are begging to be flexed for the first time. You oblige, tearing the leather straps from your limbs with ease, standing shakily on four hooves for the first time.

“Oh dear. Trixie should have anticipated those bonds would be useless against the strength of an Earth pony.”

“Earth…” You turn around to face the mirror, glancing over your new body. No horn, no wings, the cutie mark… a bunch of carrots? It’s not ideal, but the reality of becoming a little mare has you giddy. Trixie walks up behind you, smug.

“You see? Trixie told you she would make you cute. Shower your mistress in gratitude!”

You turn to face her. “I-I can’t th-thank you enough…” You stop, the high pitch of your voice startling you.

Trixie’s eyes gleam. “Ah, finally somepony who appreciates my talents! But we’re not finished yet, little filly. An Earth pony seems too easy, wouldn’t you say?” Another bolt of magic strikes you.

It seems as if your muscles shrink, becoming leaner, harder. Your bones feel odd too, almost as if they are becoming… hollow? As you twitch about, body filled with strange not exactly unpleasant sensations, your coat lightens, morphing into a sleek white sheen, and your mane straightens out, green darkening and taking on bright purple streaks. Suddenly a terrific fire blazes from within you, scorching away the warmth from before. You arch your back suddenly as it sears down your spine, causing new bones to sprout. A pair of wings erupts from your back, sending a flurry of feathers in all directions. Instinctively, the new wings begin beating, pushing against the air as easily as your hooves push against the ground. In a few seconds, you’re halfway to the cave ceiling, circling around in endless loops. The feeling of freedom is exhilarating.

“This… is… AWESOME!” you screech, your voice having taken on a tomboyish edge. You whoosh around the cave, doing loop-de-loops and rushing dives. Trixie chuckles.

You land in front of her with a flourish, folding your wings, and embrace her in a sudden hug. After a moment of surprise, she pushes aside your hooves and backs away. “H-Hey! Don’t get too touchy! Trixie does not mind the gratitude, but I… Trixie isn’t finished yet!”

“You don’t have to do any more! This is great!” you say, stretching out your lithe new body.

“Nonsense!” she tuts, unleashing another bold of magic. With a quick flex of your wings, you swoop to the side, dodging it. Trixie glares, spiraling light converging on the tip of her horn. Suddenly your entire body is immobilized, bathed in pink light, as another bolt of magic strikes.

The fire in your body suddenly burns away, taking your wings with it, and is replaced by a cool, pulsating sensation. The last of your muscles evaporates (although you can’t help but notice your curves being enhanced), and your coat shifts to a brilliant shade of purplish-pink. Your hair remains streaked purple and green, but in a much more neon shade. The cool pulsing, matching your heartbeat, rattles around inside your skull, like an ice cream headache mixed with a migraine. You moan in discomfort as it coalesces above your eyes, pushing outwards. A horn grows from your forehead, filled with sensitive nerves burning with icy fire. You shriek, stumbling, but a purplish-blue light catches you before you hit the ground. You hover in the air for a moment, dumbfounded.

M-Magic? You caught yourself with… your own magic?

Each heartbeat sends a pulse of energy through your new horn. You quickly lose control and clatter to the ground, shakily standing back up. Your body feels weaker than before, but the constant ba-BUMP ba-BUMP ba-BUMP of magical power courses through you.

You unsteadily clamber towards the mirror. You’re a unicorn, alright… your first impression is that you look like a slightly green-edged recolor of Twilight Sparkle, with a strange swirling cutie mark.. You can’t help noticing your body is more voluptuous than Twilight’s, though, and your horn in slightly longer.

Ah, the horn. With every heartbeat, it thrums with a small squirt of magic. You can’t control it very well. You whirl around, confronting the haughty Trixie. “Help me, I can’t…”

The expression in Trixie’s eyes is lustful. Your current appearance must be fairly fetishistic to her, a dolled-up Twilight. You bat your lashes and twist your pouty lips into a grimace, and Trixie quickly composes herself.

“Ah, uhm, yes. Magic is far more… intricate… than simple flight. I’m sure it will come to you naturally in time. But first, I have one last experiment to perform!”

You flip your hair angrily. Despite your rage, your voice has a delicate flourish. “WhatEVER could you mean? You’ve already turned me into every kind of pony there is!”

Trixie’s eyes grow dark. Her face takes on a grim determination. You back up several steps.

“N-N-No! You can’t possibly mean…”

The magical bolt that strikes is different this time, all-consuming and blinding as the sun. It is shattering, imbued with the essence of the cosmos. Your body feels as if it might vaporize at any moment. Only the startling clarity of realization keeps you sensical.

She’s trying to turn you into an alicorn.

But something’s not right. The power of the spell isn’t triggering any changes. Trixie varies the harmonics of the magic, searching madly for the right frequency, and suddenly the spell synchronizes with your heartbeat. In that instant, a conduit forms.

You can see everything. Trixie’s entire mind pours into yours, all her magical knowledge and experience. Her memories flood you too, and suddenly you understand.

Humiliation. Desperation. Forever chasing after Twilight, only to watch the gap between them widen. Briefly, the power of the Alicorn Amulet, intoxicating, snatched away. Then Twilight herself achieves that power, not through any trick or trinket but Celestia’s almighty magic. Trixie longs to become an alicorn herself, studies the most arcane of arts trying to duplicate the spell. But she’s too scared to test it on herself.

You realize what Trixie must already know. The spell won’t work. The theory is incomplete, the technique too crude. Mortals can only grasp at the fringes of celestial power.

The spell will fail in a few seconds. The backlash will be extreme.

You cast a shield around yourself, and Trixie too.

An explosion. Light and sound and furious sensation. Then silence.

***

You hold the softly crying Trixie close, gently stroking her mane.

What she did was unforgivable, of course. Interdimensional kidnapping, forced transformation. How lucky for you it just happened to fulfill your deepest desire. You’ll enjoy being a unicorn, although you might opt for a dye job and a new mane cut. You can only imagine the awkwardness if *cough* Princess Twilight were to catch sight of you, her erotic palette-swapped twin. How would you explain it? How would TRIXIE explain it?

The soft, blue, sexy mare quivering against you wipes her tears away and rests her head against your chest. You glance around the cave, trying to find something to lighten the mood. Out of the corner of your eye, a gleam.

You take hold of the ball gag and float it over, twirling it around in the air playfully. “Now what,” you ask, “shall we do with THIS?”

A mischievous smile creeps across Trixie’s face.