Trixie had never been to a town quite like this, and that of course was a problem. Trixie had a reputation to uphold, and a quest to undergo. If Trixie wanted the whole of Equestria to know how very sorry and apologetic she was, she simply had to take her tour to every single town in this great nation of ponies! These were the thoughts filling the mind of the magician as she approached the town she’d found on the very far border of Equestria. It looked lovely and peaceful enough from a distance. A port town, to be exact. The name was a bit odd, Swinesmith, but it was probably just a funny name based off of the founding of the town.
Moving into the town itself, Trixie immediately took notice of the strange atmosphere that filled the town. Trixie couldn’t place it exactly, even with her great and powerful abilities of perception, but something about the whole place felt odd. Still, Trixie had made a promise, to all the ponies of this large nation, that she was going to show them all how sorry she was! Just because a town felt a little strange, didn’t mean that they didn’t deserve her performance as well! Besides, Ponyville was a weird town, and she had performed there!
Trixie had her routine when coming to a new town figured out to an exact science. First step was always the same. Put her carriage in part in front of the town’s Town Hall, and go meet the mayor. The last thing Trixie wanted to do was put her show on during some big town event, and risk some ponies choosing something else over her wonderful performance! That just wouldn’t do, not at all! So, Trixie liked to check in on the head of the town, ensure that her performance wouldn’t be interrupted, or that the town wanted it at all.
Trixie found the town hall easily enough. A large, stone building in the center of it all, some inscription written above the heavy, wooden double doors. It was in olden pony, so Trixie didn’t waste her time trying to understand what it meant. She simply parked her cart, and began to stride towards the town hall. On her way through the town, Trixie had noticed that there was an odd...quiet in the air. Ponies weren’t running about to and fro, playing games. The ones Trixie did see were simply marching about, eyeing Trixie suspiciously. Part of Trixie wondered if her reputation had even reached this far...But, even still, if it had, that’s the whole reason why she was here. To fix it.
Slipping inside of the Town Hall, there was even more of that quiet air about the place. It wasn’t packed, or busy at all. In fact, the only other pony in here that Trixie could see, besides her wonderful self, was a rather portly looking secretary mare, sitting behind a heavy, curved desk and typing away, a small wall behind her, stars rising up on either side of it to lead behind and to another large set of double doors, the word ‘mayor’ hanging on a bronze plate above it. Trixie smiled, adjusting her simple outfit, before striding up to the desk.
“Excuse me, but the grrrreat and powerful Trixie is here to see the mayor. I have a very important matter to discuss with him.” Trixie beamed, looking down at the secretary, drumming her fingers on the desk. The secretary mare blinked a few times, before raising her head to look at Trixie, a frown on her face.
“Do you have an appointment?” The secretary inquired, looking Trixie up and down slowly, stopping her typing for the time being.
“No, Trixie just got to town, actually…” The showpony revealed, giving off a bit of a chuckle. The secretary frowned deeper now, before sighing and starting to type away once more.
“You can make an appointment to see him tomorrow. The mayor is a very busy stallion, and we have to keep to a tight ship.” The secretary claimed. Trixie stared at the mare for a few moments, before looking around at the relatively empty Town Hall once again.
“Riiight...Very well than. Trixie will simply need to be back tomorrow. Good day.” Trixie said, giving a nod of her head to the strange secretary. There was nothing else to be done, so Trixie wasn’t going to waste her time arguing. Besides, this was a perfect opportunity to actually begin plotting out and setting up for her show. Even less time wasted between getting the approval with the mayor, and getting to the show itself.
Trixie slipped out of the Town Hall, before freezing in place, her jaw dropping. Her cart was where she left it, but it had been ravaged. The wheels ripped off, the spokes smashed. It was undoubtable, her cart wasn’t going to be going anywhere anytime soon. Trixie looked around, hunting for any signs of who could have done this to her cart. Did Trixie really have haters this far out in Equestria? One that was obviously not above violence...and thievery. Trixie thought briefly of calling out to see if anypony had seen anything, but then she remembered how...friendly the town looked. Right, that was probably a fool’s errand. Still, now the performance was going to have to go on the backburner. Not only would Trixie need to find somepony to repair her cart, but she was going to need to find a place to sleep as well. It the outside of her cart looked this bad, she didn’t even want to imagine the interior.
“Trixie gets the impression that this town wasn’t on the map for a good reason…” Trixie mumbled, after spending a good heap of time looking about for some actual help. Trixie had taken notice of a few key details of the town’s folk of this place. They all seemed to be on the portly side of weight, Trixie having not noticed a single stallion, mare, or foal with a slim weight to them. That could simply be written off as a simple fact of the town, but beyond that, there actions were strange. Trixie had been able to observe a few from afar. They seemed pretty friendly, almost too friendly, with one another, but instantly dropped any signs of friendliness when Trixie approached. The amount of time it had taken the show pony to get some help for her wagon had been asinine, and to find an inn, even more so. Still she had found both by now, and she was going to make the best of it.
“Hello, I was hoping I could get a room?” Trixie questioned, walking up to the counter of the inn. The receptionist looked up from her paperwork slowly, before jumping up in her chair in shock, looking Trixie up and down. Trixie considered the receptionist as well, a perplexed look on her face. Well, she certainly stood out among the rest of the town. She was lithe, first and foremost, with bright and inquisitive eyes, a stark contrast from everything that Trixie had seen thus far.
“Y-You, you’re from out of town, aren’t you!?” The mare said, getting to her hooves and leaning in close to Trixie. Trixie glanced about, a small frown crossing her lips. Well, this was sudden.
“Um, yes, Trixie is an out of towner. I wanted to play a show, but certain developments have stopped me for the time being. Trixie would like that room, though.” The magician pressed, the receptionist nodding in a hurried rush, turning to snatch a key off of the rack. It was completely full. Apparently, this inn didn’t get much traffic. Trixie found her lack of surprise to be quite substantial. For as mysterious as the town was, it was beginning to become predictable. No doubt because of Trixie’s acute powers of deduction, just one of her many talents. The receptionist reached the key out, dropping it into Trixie’s hand...before gripping it, and tugging her closer.
“Meet me later tonight, behind the inn. There’s stuff I have to tell you.” The inn clerk said, Trixie perking up her eyebrow at the strangeness of the mare, before simply nodding her head and pulling her hand free.
“Yeah...Trixie will definitely be there.” Trixie nodded, just staring at the odd mare, before hurrying from the desk and to the number on the key she had obtained. Room 17. Trixie hurried her way up the steps to the long hallway of rooms, ten in total. Trixie glanced between the rooms as she walked forward, taking note of how little use they saw. Not a surprise. Eventually, Trixie got to her room, unlocking it before slipping in without another word or glance back. The constant weirdness of the town was beginning to grate on her.
The room was small, but not cramped. Cozy was a much better word for it. A single bed jutted out from the middle of the wall, a night stand with a lamp on one side, a night stand with a clock on the other. A bathroom was to her side, and beyond that, there was a cabinet filled with what Trixie could only assume was games opposite of the bed. Trixie walked forward, falling onto the bed and releasing a sound of relief at the comfort she found. At least she was given some relaxation before continuing her time in this strange town. Maybe the inn keeper actually did have something useful to say about this town?
Trixie took the time to enjoy herself and relax in the room provided to her by the inn, laying on the bed for awhile, before moving to getting a proper bath. Trixie typically used magic to keep herself clean, but there was something magical in of itself about just having a nice bath. The surplus size of the tub was also another enjoyable detail. That was something else Trixie had noticed, that everything in this place seemed sized up. Like it was made for a race bigger than ponies. Had the construction workers of the town been minotaurs or something?
Eventually, Trixie rose out of the tub after a good soak, and went about preparing for bed, slipping into a nightgown she’d brought, before remembering the odd innkeeper and her desperate request. The illusionist gave a small groan, before shaking her head. No, no, Trixie was a sweet and charitable mare, and this was the least she could do! So, with one final glance into the mirror to ensure everything about her looked in order, Trixie slipped into a coat and her hat, before moving out of the inn and towards the alley in the back.
If the town had seem sparse in the morning, Trixie noticed that it was even worse in the night time. She could hardly see or hear a soul in the area, but at the same time, her walk into the back alley was filled with the sensation that somepony, or something, was watching her the entire time. The innkeeper was waiting for her like she said she’d be, and when Trixie approached, she jumped to her hooves from the box she’d been sitting on, a wide, beaming smile on her face.
“Oh, good! You actually came. I try to warn a lot of ponies, but it’s rare that they actually come to see me, and after that, it’s too late.” The mare frowned, looking downcast at the revelation.
“Um, too late for what? Trixie is more than a little confused about this.” Trixie inquired, cocking her head towards the mare. Whatever could she be talking about. “Furthermore, I don’t even know what your name is…”
“Oh! Well, you can just call me Homely Service, and that’s the name of my inn, too...As for the rest of it…” Homely Service began, before leaning in towards Trixie. “This town really isn’t what it appears. It’s got secrets, big and bad ones. You see, it used to be like every other town in Equestria. That is, until our mayor made a deal with something, or someone… A pig. On our side of the deal, we got gold. Bits like you wouldn’t believe, and for awhile, that helped the town flourish. That’s why everything here looks so fancy. From that era.” Homely Service explained, glancing behind her shoulder.
“And...um...what did the pig want?” Trixie questioned, a frown on her face. This all seemed a tad silly to Trixie, but the way which Homely Service spoke, she could tell the mare believed every word she spoke.
“Pigs! It wanted pigs...But, not just us importing pigs from other parts of Equestria. No...it began to turn townspeople into more pigs, and they turned the rest into more pigs. This whole unfriendliness is just a facade to make sure you don’t go prodding around. That is...until they get you in your sleep. It’s the same with every tourist or pony that comes here. They come, they get got, and then we have another pig for the collection...I try to help, but I can only do so much.” Homely Service sighed, once more looking downcast.
“So, uh...what is it exactly you want Trixie to do?” The illusionist asked, before Homely Service reached out, gripping her firmly by the shoulders.
“Go back to the room, get your things, and get out of town. You can’t just walk out, though. You have to take a secret tunnel, under the inn. They’ll catch you otherwise. You can’t take your cart again. You need to get out, and warn the rest of Equestria, before it’s too late.” Homely Service said, staring into Trixie’s eyes. Trixie stared back, giving a slow nod. Suddenly, there was a loud snort behind them, Homely Service straightening up like a snap. “You have to go. I’ll buy some time! Go, and good luck, Trixie!” Homely Service said, shoving the mare forward.
Trixie turned and hurried forward, exiting the alley, before hiding behind the wall. Trixie stuck to it, listening in carefully. There was a sound of conversation in the alleyway, before a sudden gasp of shock. A small shout, before that was cut off. Snorts and grunts filled the air, the squeal of a pig coming out now and again. Trixie felt a shiver run up her spine, eyes widening as she realized what exactly was going on. Trixie swallowed a lump in her throat, before she dared a look. There, before her plain as day, she could see it. Homely Service was on her hands and knees, being spit roasted between two very large, porcine figures. One of them, Trixie could see was clearly a male, but the other one...It had the form of a female, but there was now denying the shaft it was driving into Homely Service’s mouth.
Trixie’s eyes looked over Homely Service, her own eyes filled with fear. Homely Service’s eyes were glazed over with pleasure, and already her body was looking quite a bit more plump than before. Trixie clamped her hands over her mouth as not to make a loud gasp, before turning and making a dash for the inn. Seems she was in more danger than she had actually realized. Homely Service had given herself to get Trixie this information, and she was not going to waste it! Trixie might not be able to perform for the town, but she would save it!
The show pony rushed inside of the inn, before closing the door behind her and hurriedly locking it up. She’d been able to tell from her glance at the pigs back there that they were larger than ponies, but Trixie had no idea if they were stronger. It was all she could do to hope that they were, in fact, not. For added measure, Trixie snatched up a chair behind the front desk and used that to brace the door. Feeling that was all she could do, Trixie hurried with her rush up stairs to snatch her travel bag. Briefly, Trixie thought of changing clothes into something more sensible, but a loud squeal outside put that thought down in it’s infancy. Trixie didn’t have time for that. If she was going to make it out, she had to go, now.
Trixie didn’t need to look long for the secret path that Homely Service had spoken of. It was in a room behind the front counter, under a plush rug. Trixie opened the hatch, and was beginning to climb down inside of it, before there was a very loud crash from the front of the inn. The chair and locks had failed to stop the door from caving in. Trixie could hear voices, and from among them...Homely Service, sounding more husky than before.
“Come on! She’s either still in her room, or going through the secret tunnel!” The new Homely Service snorted, prompting Trixie to hurry her descent, snapping the hatch closed above her with an allight of her horn. The chase was on, and Trixie had no intentions of losing this race. The tunnel was well lit enough, magical fires burning inside enchanted lamps which hung from the walls. Stone on either side, stretching in front of Trixie. The mare began to run forward, not daring to glance back behind her. All Trixie knew was that she didn’t intend to join the ranks of those fatties!
A turn of a corner, and Trixie suddenly skidded to a halt, giving a shriek of shock. There, in front of her, was one of those pigs waiting for her. Trixie could, for the first time, get an actual look at them. The skin was the same prismic color as your average pony, mane a top the head equally brightly colored, and some sign of a cutie mark peeking out from their flanks, but beyond that, the similarities ended. The face had a porcine snout, a pair of tusks poking out. A tail flicked behind them, but it was more like that of a boar, only a little tuft of hair left on the end. They were quite...plump as well, but the power to the form was undeniable. Even their hooves on their legs had become cloven. Yet, one of the most disturbing things to Trixie, was how this pig appeared female, and yet, hanging from the crotch, fully exposed, was a thick, throbbing member of dick meat. A pair of large, plush balls under that, churning.
The pig opened it’s mouth to say something, but Trixie was much faster. She snatched one of her smoke bombs from inside her travel bag, slamming it onto the ground and creating a thick screen of smoke. The pig was tossed into a coughing fit, while Trixie took the opportunity to dodge past the pig and hurry forward. Trixie was not going to be such easy prey! The show mare ran forward, hearing the loud, lumbering sounds of heavy hoof falls pursuing her, accompanied with loud grunts and snorts. Trixie had never before considered the thought of becoming scared of pigs. She’d always considered them as just dim animals. A little cute, but dim and needed pony care. Now, as she ran down the halls of the secret tunnel, hearing the noises echoing after her...Trixie could think of nothing more terrifying in Equestria.
Trixie was unsure how long she was running through the halls of the secret tunnels, constantly being hunted for, the pigs never not on her heels. When she slipped into a room with a large ladder on the other side, Trixie was filled with relief. She slammed the large, metal door behind her, putting the heavy bolt in place, before turning back to the ladder. A loud thump was heard behind her, the door being jostled, but refusing to give way. Trixie smirked, blowing a raspberry towards the door, before finally climbing the ladder up to freedom. After this, everypony in Equestria was going to respect the great and powerful Trixie! They’d call her a hero! Even Twilight Sparkle would have to respect her!
Trixie crawled out of the secret tunnel, the relief of freedom filling her up. The worst was behind her, and now it was simply a matter of getting to civilization again and warning ponies about exactly what lurked out here. Trixie soon learned that the danger was literally behind her, the mare pushed down onto her hands and knees with a rough shove. Trixie yelped out, her underwear being gripped and tugged away.
“H-Hey! The great and powerful Trixie does not approve of this!” The magician shouted, before a second pig walked out in front of her, a grin on it’s fat face...and yep, there was the dick too, already throbbing with anticipation and arousal.
“You actually almost got away there, too. If not for Homely Service’s sudden cooperation… Gonna have to get this secret tunnel closed off, but first off...We have a new member of the town to welcome in.” The large swine smirked. Trixie opened her mouth to give some witty remark, but there would be no time for that. The moment Trixie’s mouth opened, the thick, still equine shaft of the pig was shoved in, bulging her cheeks. Trixie was given no time to come to terms with the shaft filling her mouth, before another shove drove inside of her rump, making the mare’s entire body jerk. Trixie had never been one for sexual intercourse, always more focused on being a loner, interested more in tricks and illusions, not dicks and intercourse.
Yet, when those cocks filled her holes, beginning to pump in and out without a care, Trixie found a strange pleasure filling her up. The illusionist knew that the pleasure was not normal, not right, and yet, it tugged a moan out of her around that cock. Her entire form shivered, taking on those dicks. Feeling the taste of the one in her mouth, her tongue defying her and licking around the girthy member. Her nostrils flared, taking in the musk of the pig each and every time that the base of that dick got close. She felt the balls slapping against her ass behind her, that cock filling her rump, her cheeks and pucker clenching. Trixie knew that it shouldn’t have been able to fit so well, and yet it defied logic and did, and Trixie enjoyed every moment of it.
Nothing disturbed the three of their spit roast, Trixie’s eyes glazing over just like Homely Service’s had before her, her tail hiked up, the taste of precum filling her mouth, the mare suckling it down greedily. She wasn’t able to fully comprehend while in her pleasure filled state, but soon, a warmth filled her core, and that warmth began to spread outwards as well. Trixie simply groaned around that dick, hands gripping the ground, as her physical frame began to shift. Her thin, lithe frame was being gobbled up, as a layer of thick blubber grew over it, yet kept closely to her feminine curves. Her hips and ass ballooning out, breasts swelling, all the while she gained a curve to her gut and an undeniable softness to her features.
The pair of pigs fucking the great and powerful Trixie increased in speed, in volume, grunting and snorting like the hogs they were, the slaps of flesh on flesh echoing from Trixie. Trixie was unable to contain herself, soon enough joining in their loud grunts and snorts, sounding from herself. The pony’s face shifted with each thrust, nose turning up and flattening, features changing, her horn shortening and vanishing into her head while tusks grew out. Her hooves popped into a cloven shape, Trixie squealing at the pops of pleasure. Already, Trixie felt another pressure. Her cunt felt insanely tight, and with each thrust, she craved relief.
Trixie’s clit became engorged, swelling...and it’s swelling didn’t stop, shifting and changing shape, while another change occurred within Trixie’s own body. Soon enough, a pair of hefty balls came from Trixie’s cunt, closing it up and shifting the overall shape, giving the new swine a proper dick. The moment that it was in place, Trixie squealed once more, her cock starting to fire off rope after rope of her new, hot, virile cum. Moments later, her mouth and rump were just as equally assaulted by the thick, salty mixture. Trixie groaned, but didn’t falter, swallowing down the loads given to her mouth, while simply enjoying the filling into her ass.
The two swine which had corned Trixie pulled out without another word, snorting and giving a high five, the one in back slapping Trixie on the ass as if to celebrate the load he’d left in the new, fat expanse of blue ass.
“Collect yourself for a few minutes, then come back to town. Got your wagon all fixed up and everything.” The pig who had face fucked Trixie smirked, before turning and beginning to make his way back towards the town with the other swine. Trixie stayed on the ground for a few long moments, eyes wide, recollecting exactly what had just happened. She just had been fucked, by two complete strangers she didn’t even know, and she let it happen. Trixie was no longer a pony, she was a pig! Through and through! Slowly, she got to her hooves, looking away from the town and off into the distance. Perhaps she could still go out and warn the rest of Equestria? They could send help, they’d find a way to turn Trixie back into her old self, and she could forget this town ever happened. Her cock idly throbbed while she thought of these things.
Trixie began to make her way back into town, simply adapting to the new center of gravity her hefty body provided, and the sway her new dick presented her with. The great and porcine Trixie was a sow of her word, after all, and she had an appointment with the mayor about her performance tomorrow! Couldn’t miss that, now could she?
