We're Supposed to Be Studying!
It's 7:45 AM, as I walk into Canterlot High, adjusting my glasses. As I walk down the hall for my lockers, I notice a group of boys, who are known as Rover, Fido, and Spot. My ears did pick up the name 'Trixie' in their conversation, making me roll my eyes.
"Real mature, fellas," I grumble to myself.
Trixie, the school's bimbo who would bang any guy that catches her attention. Every week, I come across some guy telling his friends that they had intercourse, which is disgusting. If you wanna talk to your friends about having sex with a girl, go talk about that somewhere that isn't public so that no one around you can hear about it. I'm different to most of the guys around here, due to myself being one of the smartest students of this school that has less time to be thinking about sex and more about my education. I'm nowhere near as smart as Twilight Sparkle of Crystal Prep, but I do my best to keep my grades at a good level.
My name is Stephen Barz, a nineteen-year-old senior student of Canterlot High. To give you my traits, I wear glasses, have dark-brown hair reaching close to my shoulders, a few freckles on my cheeks, and green eyes. My mother works as a doctor, while my father works for a company called NOVO, which handles with machinery. Even though my family work for rich companies, I still am treated like an average young adult should, which isn't so bad. I feel like I could be the school's president because of my smarts, but school elections haven't happened yet.
As I go to my locker, I open it, placing my backpack in there, grabbing my books and supplies for English class. As I grab ahold of a pen, I hear multiple whistles coming from the entrance. I look towards the source, shutting my locker to see none other than the bimbo of the school herself, Trixie. The hussy flings her hair out, making two guys in the crowd falling to their knees. Her lips are bright-blue from the lipstick she has on, with her teeth glinting as she smiles. Her body is a figure eight, with wide hips, and large breasts that are the size of watermelons.
She gives a wink to her right, making more men fall before her. Her eyeshadow is sparkling blue above her dark-violet eyes that glint. She wears a dark-blue jacket with a hoof print, jeans, and a bright-red pendant with a star in the middle. As she walks towards my way, I quickly lock up my locker and power-walked over to my first class.
"Ugh," I thought to myself. "Can't stand that hussy."
It's 9:35 AM, as I walk into my math, which I'm good at. I take my seat, as Professor Discord sits on his desk watching students enter one by one. Last one to enter, is none other than that bimbo Trixie, making me groan internally. I sit near the windows, while Trixie sits in the desk to my right. I look towards the professor, ignoring her appearance.
"Looks like we're all here," said the professor, adjusting his glasses. "I'm handing out yesterday's quiz. Few of you did very good, while many of you need some help. If those who are struggling with math, go to Mrs. Harshwhinny's after-school tutoring, which is about an hour and a half long of learning."
Some students quietly groan, as the professor stands up with a stack of papers, handing them to each student, starting with my row. As I got my paper, A+ on my score, making me feel proud. Ever since my first A+ back in elementary school, I always wanted to do my best. Even now, I still continue to either get an A or B on my papers.
"Oh, shoot," whine Trixie, "Trixie is awful at math."
"Too bad for you, hussy," I thought. "Should spend more time in the books and less on intercourse."
As professor Discord finishes handing out papers, he stands in front of the class, smirking. Judging by his smirk, I can tell something's up. "Class, now that it's the new month of February, I'm going to have you pair with someone for the entire month. Here are the following..."
Oh! I forgot! Every month in this class, we are partnered with someone anonymous. Professor Discord says that it helps one another, but to be honest, everyone wants to pair with me due to my smarts.
"... Stephen Barz," said professor Discord, making the students that haven't been assigned a partner look at me with eager, "You are partners with... Trixie Lulamoon."
My heart skips a beat, surprised to hear that name. Trixie? Trixie?! Why?! A month of being partners with that hussy is gonna be a bother!
"Damn it!" I thought. "I knew I was gonna be partners with her, but I didn't expect it to be this early in the year!"
"I believe that's everyone," said professor Discord. "Now, please scoot your desks together and buddy up with your partner.
I look to my right, seeing Trixie looking at me with a soft smile on her lips, trying to possibly seduce me. I look away from her, as our desks connect.
"Looks like Trixie is partners with the smartest guy in the class," she said. "Hope to get some private lessons from you."
"No private lessons," I thought. "I'll help you, but I'm not your toy."
"Okay, class. Pull out your textbooks and open to page one-hundred-ninety. Read carefully and do the exercises on the next page. There'll be exactly thirteen questions for you and your partner to answer. Begin... now."
Everyone pulls out a textbook, turning to the said page and reading carefully. As I pull out my own, Trixie frets, searching around her backpack.
"Lost your book?" I asked.
"Trixie left her book at home," she groans, zipping up her backpack. "May we share?"
"Sure. We're partners after all."
"Thank you, Stephen. You're Trixie's lifesaver."
"Why does she like to talk in first person? It's like she thinks she cares about herself. Talk like a normal person!"
During the class, I began helping Trixie explain certain points, as she writes what I say in a separate piece of paper. I may not like her, but she is taking rather good notes and is listening to every word I say.
"Thank you so much for the help, Stephen," she whispers, hugging me tightly, with her breasts squeezing against my arm.
"Please don't hug me," I whispered back, releasing me from he grip.
"Sorry. Trixie is happy that you're helping. Trixie has been failing badly in this class, so could you help me?"
"I'm your partner, of course. I'm supposed to."
"Could you come to Trixie's house and help? Trixie shall give you some tea and cookies."
"Tea and cookies? You like tea?"
"Warm or from a can."
Never expected Trixie to be a hussy into tea. She looks like a girl who would eat a bag of chips or some unhealthy junk, but I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. "I'll give you a lesson later today. No funny business, okay?"
"It's just to study," she nods. "Nothing more."
"Good."
The lunch bell rings, as everyone puts away their textbook and supplies.
"Remember to do page one-hundred-ninety-three," announced professor Discord.
I exit the class, releasing a sigh of relief. "Thank God, I'm away from her."
"Away from who?" said a familiar voice to my right, making me drop my textbook.
I look to the source, seeing Trixie looking down at my fallen textbook. She reaches for my textbook, a pencil, eraser, and a small sharper. She holds the text to me, like a waitress with a tray of wine.
"Thanks," I said, grabbing the books from her hands. "Why are you following me? Don't you have some other guy to talk to?"
She shakes her head. "No. Trixie wants to hang with you."
"God, just kill me now!" I thought. "Why me? Why would you wanna be with a guy like me? I'm not like the others."
"Trixie is aware. Most men would fall for the great and sexy Trixie."
"Not me."
"Why's that, Stephen?"
"Because I don't keep my brain in my junk, but in my head."
"Come on, Stephen," she said, pressing her left breast against my arm. "Trixie will make you feel-"
"Leave me alone!" I shout, rushing past her and towards my locker.
In the cafeteria, I hold my lunchbox, which contains of water, an apple, and a few baby carrots. One of the tables, I could see the hussy herself, kissing a boy with long red hair in front of everyone, including myself. All over his face are a bunch of blue lipstick marks, but it didn't matter to him, as he falls head over heals for her. From the corner of her right eye, she stares over to me. I don't know what her intentions are, but if I had to make a guess, she's trying to make me jealous. I look away, not wanting to fall for her games.
I sit at the last table further away from her and the entrance of the cafeteria. I open it, grabbing my baby carrots. Pulling a carrot out, I plop it into my mouth, chewing it slowly. Suddenly, loud music plays from someone's phone, catching my attention. I see Trixie, now a few tables closer, is with a group of punks, which seems out of place. As the song plays, she does an air guitar, moving her fingers to the guitar rhythm. The guys around her bob their heads with her, making her look like a fool to try and impress me.
I scoff, as I crunch on my last carrot. I reach into my pocket, pulling out my earbuds. I settle down with the sounds of Night on Bald Mountain, listening to its rhythm. My Trixie escapes my mind, as the sounds of the music notes take me away on a journey to what it is saying. Classical music is one of my favorites, taking my mind away from the world around me and calming my nerves.
"Stephen... stephen... Stephen?"
My mind comes back to the real world, seeing Trixie now sitting across from me.
"My God! This girl is never gonna leave me be!"
I pause my music, pulling out my earbuds. Slipping them into pocket, I look to Trixie, furrowing my brow. "What's your deal?"
"What deal?" she asked.
"Don't play dumb with me! I know the moment I entered here that you were up to something."
"Why don't you like about Trixie, Stephen? Trixie is gorgeous, talented, and can make many fall for her. However, you are the only one around this school that dislikes me."
"You really want to know why I hate you?"
"You hate me?
"You seduce any boy around this school, but I'm not gonna be one of your lap dogs. I am my own person, not a sex object that will obey to your every whim."
"Are you perhaps jealous that the other guys around here have gotten a taste of me?"
"Jealous? Jealous?! I'm not jealous! I don't have time to think about intercourse at all. I am one of the smartest kids of this school and I know better to have sex with some bimbo."
Trixie flinches, placing a hand over her heart. "A bimbo? What's that?"
Rolling my eyes, I open up my phone, typing up the word for her. Once found, I bring the screen close enough for her to see. "This is what you are to me. Get in your head."
"'A curvaceous woman,'" Trixie read, "'but frivolous young woman, whose IQ is no match for her vital statistics.'"
"Get it?"
"What does 'frivolous' mean?"
"It means you are useless and have no purpose or value to anyone, but yourself."
Trixie's hand over her heart clenches into a fist, as her face becomes slowly red. Without warning, Trixie quickly raises her other hand and smacks me across the cheek, with my phone dropping from my grip, along with my glasses to the ground. The smack was very loud, that students nearby looked at us with surprise. Looking up at Trixie, tears going down her cheeks, smearing her makeup.
"Y-you're... an ass, Stephen," said Trixie, running away from me and out of the cafeteria.
As soon as she leaves, everyone in the cafeteria looks to me with disappointment in their eyes. I grab my phone, putting it in my pocket, as they continue to stare at me. I look away, trying to ignore their stares, picking up my glasses and putting them back on.
"What the heck happened, dude?" asked a familiar face from the crowd. "What did you do to make Trixie cry like that?"
Walking up to me is a friend of Trixie's, Starlight Glimmer, third smartest school in this school. "She's been bothering me since math and now she's been trying to get my attention throughout lunch."
Starlight sits across from me, clasping her hands together. "Getting your attention how?"
"She... well, was kissing a boy a bunch of times and looking at me at the corner of her eye."
"Anything else?"
"She was listening to some rock music with the guys on the table next to ours."
Starlight rests her head on her right hand, as a finger taps on her forehead. After a minute of thinking, her eyes lit up and a giggle escapes from her. I cock a brow, confused to why she'd be giggling like that with a smirk on her lips.
"What is it? Is there something I'm not getting?"
"You're rather mean to ignore her, but she's doing it for a reason."
"To seduce me? Make me a lap dog?"
"What?! No!"
"I don't understand."
Starlight stands up and walks around to where I sit. She sits beside me and locks my head around her left arm, giving me a noogie. "Dummy! She likes you!"
Her knuckles rub hard on my scalp, as I try escaping her grip. "L-likes me?!"
"I know her well enough that when she's trying to catch a boy's attention, she likes to make them jealous and take notice of her."
"My God!" I thought, looking back to what I theorized earlier. "I was right!"
She stops giving me a noogie, leaving her knuckles on my scalp, pressing down hard. "Well? Surprised?"
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry for being a jerk to her! I'll go and apologize to her and help her with her study for math!"
"Helping her study?" asked Starlight, letting her knuckles off.
"I promised her that I'd help her with math, since we're stuck being partners for about a month."
"That's nice of you, bud."
She releases me from her grip, as I sit up rubbing my head. "Sure. I'm sorry for hurting Trixie's feelings. I was just getting too irritated, but now I feel bad."
Starlight brings her thumb and index finger to my forehead, giving it a hard flick. "You should be."
"I said I was sorry! Didn't need to do that."
I now rub my forehead, feeling a small sting.
"Can I have your number? I'll text you her address."
"Thank you," I said, opening my contact open for her to read.
The last bell rings, as everyone leaves the school. I walk down the crowded hall,feeling rather bad for my outburst during lunch. I took my time thinking about it and I wanna make things right with her and help her with studying with math. As I near the entrance, I take notice of Trixie's hair, making me rush through the crowd hoping to reach to her. As I move past people, I make it to the entrance, not being able to spot out Trixie in sight. No matter, I'll be seeing her soon anyway.
"I feel like saying sorry isn't enough," I thought, walking down the stairs. "I think I should buy her something as an apology. I never knew Trixie had a crush on me. Why me out of all the boys she's done it with? What makes me stand out? Perhaps I can get her to ask that."
It's 4:43 PM, as I drive my way towards Trixie's house, which turns out to be not too far from where I live. As I park in front of her small light-blue house, I grab my phone, reading off Starlight's text, showing the correct address.
"This is it," I said, getting out of my car.
I walk around to the passenger seat, opening it to grab my backpack and a small box I bought at the store. The box is about six inches long and an inch in width. Inside are possibly the best chocolates a person can buy, at least my father buys these for mother on Mother's Day. I didn't bring these chocolates because I like Trixie or anything.
"This is just an apology gift," I thought. "Nothing else!"
Walking up the the light-blue house, I press the doorbell. I stand there for a few seconds, hoping she'd open it. "Uh, Trixie? You there? It's me, Stephen. I came here because I'm sorry for calling you useless and stupid. I felt bad during the rest of the school day, so I bought you some chocolates."
No respond, until I hear the door being unlocked. As the door opens, Trixie stands there wearing a bright-blue long-sleeved shirt with a witches hat sitting on top of a broom. Trixie gives me a faint smile, as she opens the door for me. Entering in her home and I am greeted to a scent of something sweet. The walls of her house are bright blue, with the ceiling being white.
Trixie comes up to me, blushing from the sight of the box I carry. "Are those actual chocolates?"
"Think of this as another apology," I said, handing her the box.
She takes the box, holding it close to her chest, tears going down her face. "Oh! D-don't cry, Trixie."
"Trixie is not crying," she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "Trixie is just happy."
"Oh, okay."
"Please, make yourself feel at home. Tribe's parents are out on a honeymoon."
"So you get the house to yourself, huh?"
"Yeah. Trixie is mostly alone on weekdays."
"Sorry to hear. Parents busy?"
"Yes."
"May I ask, where is that delicious smell coming from?"
"It's from the kitchen. Trixie is making some snickerdoodles. I never had anyone try them."
"Sure. Haven't had one in a long while."
The two of us walked into the kitchen, a rather small one. She takes a warm plate from the counter and brings it to me, showing a plateful of cookies ready to be eaten. "Please, take one. I hope they're good. This is my first try."
"Thank you."
Pulling one out felt warm between my fingers. Taking a bite into it and my God, it tasted good. So good, that I ate more of it.
"Is it good?"
"For a first time, this is really good."
"You mean it?"
"Of course."
She places the plate and box of chocolates down, looking at me with a soft smile. Somehow, that soft smile of hers makes me smile as well. Her cheeks go red as roses, looking... rather cute on her.
"So, wanna study?" she asks.
"Oh! Yes. Wanna study in the dining room?"
"Why not Trixie's room?"
"I'll help you, b-but no funny business."
"Trixie won't play with you," she giggles, poking my cheek.
"My God," I thought, "What is wrong with me?! Why did I stutter?! Am I lovestruck?! No! She likes me, but I- damn it! I think I'm going slightly crazy!"
"Are you feeling okay, Stephen?"
"I'm f-fine. Was just thinking is all."
"You're quite a good thinker," she giggles, nudging my shoulder. "You're as smart as Starlight."
"I'm aware you two are friends."
"Everyone knows that, silly."
"God damn! She's so cute!"
"Come, we can't delay our time."
"Oh! Gotcha."
Time flies by, as I help her explain little by little on how to do a certain math problem. For extra help, she writes down some notes on how I process the math, which should help her. After doing two examples, I gave her three questions. She takes her time, as I look down her shoulder. Once done, I look at her answers, but were sadly poor results. I gave her three more new questions. When she finished, she surprisingly did better than before.
"Two outta three," I said, looking at her paper. "Not bad, but it's good you're improving."
"You mean it?" she asks, clasping her hands.
"I do."
"Oh my gosh, yes! Trixie is getting smarter!"
She rises from her chair and falls backwards onto her bed with arms spread out. I take her seat, letting her enjoy the moment. "It's good to see that you really do care for your grades. Heck, I wouldn't mind being your tutor."
"You mean it? Like, whenever you get the chance?"
"Sure. I know we're supposed to be partners for just a month, but I wanna make up for my act. You're not so bad."
She jumps off her bed, wrapping her arms around my neck. "You're too kind! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"What I saying?!" I thought. "I'm starting to sound too friendly! Shut the hell up, me!"
She releases me from her hug, as she sits on her bed, hands on her lap. "Um... Stephen... can Trixie tell you something?"
"Sure."
Her cheeks go rosy red, her hands trembling. "Trixie knows she's b-been rather clingy to you, but... Trixie likes you."
"You like me?"
"Well, Trixie knows she's not your type, but Trixie really likes you. You're smart, handsome, and I like your glasses. You and Starlight seem perfect. Better than being with a dummy like Trixie."
Somehow, I feel a little pain in my heart, making me feel bad she feels like that. I know she's been with other guys, but I guess I'm her true partner and that she doesn't see me as a toy. I know I've been an a jerk to her, but I feel like kicking myself.
I grab her hand, holding it gently. She looks to me, eyes glinting like stars. "Trixie, I know I've been mean with you, but I never knew you had feelings for someone. Am I your ideal guy?"
She nods. "Y-yes."
"I am so sorry for trying to avoid you and if I could go back in time, I would kick myself."
"Are you saying..."
"Trixie, I would love to be your partner. I'll help you throughout high school and I will treat you better."
She smiles softly. She stands up, bending down as she gives me a kiss on my cheek. Her lips feel soft and warm, making my cheek feel a little tingle. My body begins to feel strange, as though something is about to change. I feel as though a beast from within me is telling me to mate with this girl. The beast gives in control for a second, making me push Trixie onto the bed, as I look down at her. I go back in control of my body, looking down at Trixie, as she breathes slightly heavily.
I slowly bring myself down to her face, placing my lips upon hers. My hands slide to hers, making our fingers intertwine. Pulling away, I look into her eyes, seeing myself being reflected.
"Trixie, I... I wanna be with you. I want us to be a couple."
"Trixie would love that. I shall give you pleasure that you never knew existed."
I feel a tight sensation in my pants, feeling my member throbbing. Trixie leans her head up, looking down at my member.
"Oh," gasps Trixie, "Looks like someone else wants Trixie's attention."
"Trixie, I never did this before. I never had intercourse."
"Don't worry, Stephen. Trixie will make you feel good."
She reaches down and pulls down the zipper. I stand up, pulling down my pants and boxers and my penis flies straight up, tall and proud. Trixie eyes it with interest, licking her lips. She gets off the bed, going to her knees.
"Perhaps Trixie needs to strip," she giggles.
She reaches down, pulling her shirt up, revealing a black bra beneath that holds her large breasts. Once the shirt goes off, next is the bra, as she reaches behind. With a click, the bra falls off, showing her large breasts with puffy quarter-size nipples. Seeing them made my penis twitch, begging to be touched.
"Your breasts are so big," I said, astonished.
"Trixie is an I-cup. Now, let's give this guy some attention."
She takes her breasts, pressing my cock between them, making me feel a warm and soft sensation. My penis is surrounded by softness, like warm pudding. "Y-your b-boobies feel s-so soft."
"Then you're gonna love what Trixie has up her sleeve."
She moves them up and down, making my penis throb. I feel like such a bafoon to not enjoy what sexual desire is. I always told myself that I would save myself for marriage, but I have now broken that vow. I'm being toyed with by... Trixie. A girl who I rejected, but now, I'm falling for her due to a sexual desire deep within me.
"It's disappears between Trixie's cleavage," giggles Trixie. "Trixie loves sandwiching a virgin cock."
"Y-you're so good," I moan.
"Thank you, Stevey."
I place my hands over her hers, thrusting between her breasts, making her gasp. I move quickly, wanting to enjoy this sensation of her breasts sandwiching my penis.
"This is too good," I thought. "I want to ejeculate!"
"Somebody loves Trixie's tits," she giggles, looking down at a tiny bit of the head of my cock going towards her and back inside.
I move quicker, feeling a tight sensation in my balls. I think I'm about to cum.
"T-trixe, I'm gonna c-cum!"
"Cum for me, Stevey," she begs. "Cum."
With another thrust, my seed shoots out, landing onto her face and quite a large load of it. I pull out, my cock still standing tall with a drop of sperm dripping to the carpet. Trixie takes a finger and touches her face, pulling back to see a stand of my seed going along until it breaks, leaving a tiny bit on it. She takes the finger to her mouth and letting it out with a 'pop'.
"Such delicious cum," she smiles.
"That... actually felt pretty good."
"Well, Stevey," she giggled, "Trixie is gonna give you more than just a titfuck."
She leans up, unbuttoning her pants. My heart races, nervous, yet excited to see what her vagina looks like.
She unzips slowly, showing her soaked bright-blue panties with. I help pull off her jeans, tossing them aside.
"Prepare to see Trixie's powerful pussy," she giggles.
She slides her fingers underneath the strings of her panties and slowly pulls them down. Her pubic hair begins to show, then her dripping vagina, as it leaks her fluids. "Does her pussy look delicious?"
"Y-yes, Trixie," I replied, cock throbbing from the sight of it.
"Looks like he wants more of Trixie."
Trixie sits up, her panties sliding down to her ankles. She grabs my penis and brings it close to her nether region. The head presses against the opening, feeling wet and warm.
"Trixie's putting it in," she whispers, as she let's go of my member.
I push further in, making her give out a moan, clenching onto the covers. My body quivers, feeling her pussy giving me more ecstasy than her breasts have given me. I pull in and out quickly, making her squeak with each thrust. My body felt so hot, as hot as a warm summer day. As I continue my work, I can feel sweat coming down from my brow, watching Trixie looking at me with flushed cheeks and moaning.
"Y-you're so g-good," she moaned. "T-Trixie wants y-your cum ins-side!"
My balls slap against her butt, as I grab her breasts, keeping me steady on my thrusting. Her nipples were hard, poking my palms.
"T-Trixie," I moan, "I'm s-sorry for n-not taking y-your offer! I love s-sex! Sex is g-good!"
"She's p-proud!"
My balls feel like their tightening, then feeling my cum ready to inject inside. I move quicker than before, wanting to shoot it inside. "T-trixie! I'm gonna c-cum!"
"Cum!" she moaned. "G-give Trixie your c-cum!"
With another thrust, my cum makes its way inside her pussy, making her give out a long, yet satisfied moan. I pull out, seeing my cum dripping onto her sheets. Because of how hot I am, my glasses become blurry, a bit hard to see her beaming face. I place my hands on my knees, taking a breather, letting my heart rate beat slower.
"Phew," said Trixie, waving her head back and forth, "That's quite a load, Stevey."
I pull off my glasses, waving it back and forth to make them clear. After swinging it for about thirty seconds, I see Trixie putting her shirt back on, before walking off to a drawer.
"Uh, Trixie?"
"Yes, Stevey?"
"Wanna practice more tomorrow?"
"Trixie would like that. I need more of that smartness into my brain, tee hee."
I put my clothes back on, seeing Trixie smile, as she pulls up her black PJ bottoms with yellow stars. I grab my things, putting them away into my backpack. Once done, I zip it up and throw my backpack over my shoulders.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow Trixie."
I walk out of the room, but grabbed by the wrist, preventing me from moving forward. I look back, only to have a pair of lips touch mine. We stood still for five seconds, until she pulls away.
"See you soon, Studly dudly," she giggles with a wink.
"Uh, okay," I chuckle, as she releases my wrist.
I walk down the hall, feeling a fuzzy feeling in my chest. A smile goes across my face, making me feel rather proud to helping Trixie out... and knowing of intercourse.
Two weeks have passed, as today our quiz scores are being passed.
"You kiddos are still lacking," said professor Discord, handing over our quizzes, "While a few of you did approve."
As Trixie grabs her paper, she squeaks silently. She looks to me with a large smile, holding up her paper with a B- on the corner. "I did better."
"Better than an F, Trixie," I chuckle.
She hugs me tightly, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you."
"Uh, Miss Lulamoon?" said professor Discord, making Trixie let go of me. "Keep the lovey dovey romance outside of class, please."
"Y-yes, professor Discord."
Some students snicker, as Trixie and I blush. You know, despite studying together, our love grew and besides the intercourse, she's quite a good girl to hang with. Starlight and I became friends and she's rather nice than before. I know I was a jerk, but all that's in the past. I'm now in school with the hottest girl and boy are many guys jealous. They can be mad all they want, but I don't care. The great and powerful bimbo Trixie is now my girlfriend.
