The Great And Powerful Trixie Lulatoon

Rainbow Dash adjusted the lapels of her jacket again as she made her way around other ponies towards the punch bowl. Admittedly, dressing up in Spitfire’s publicity outfit might not have been her best costume idea ever, but she’d already dressed up in a Wonderbolts flightsuit before. And in a Shadowbolts flightsuit. And in a historical Wonderbolts flightsuit. So this year she definitely deserved points for creativity. And for effort since she got the shades and the whistle and even made some of the pins and badges on the jacket herself. And any more points she needed to win, she’d just make up by being Awesome.

She’d just set her empty punch glass aside to check that none of her pins had fallen off again when a commotion in the next room over drew her attention, led by a particular familiar voice.

“...all for the special holiday showing of the Great and Powerful Trrrrrixie!”

Rainbow rolled her eyes and pushed her way through the partygoers again, squeezing to the front of the small crowd to get a look at… Trixie standing on two legs in a small open space in a corner of the room, gesturing with some surprisingly life-like fake gloves or something of the sort. Costume aside, the mare seemed just as grandiose and self-important as the last times she was in town, though.

Rainbow huffed and glared at the unicorn for a moment before smirking. “Nice costume, Trixie! Are you going as an actually decent magician?” She snickered at her jab before coming up short as the other mare simply turned to her with a smirk.

“And it seems that we have our first volunteer! Everyone give a round of applause for… what was your name again?”

Rainbow yelped as she was shoved forward by the cheering ponies behind her, glaring over her shoulder at whoever had pushed her before shaking her head and turning her attention to Trixie again. “It’s Rainbow Dash. And I didn’t volunteer for anything. I’m here to win the costume contest, I don’t have time to get dragged into your wannabe magic tricks.”

“Oh really? That’s a shame. But luckily Trixie doesn’t need a willing volunteer to turn into a part of her show, thanks to the power of Hypnosis!” She took off her top hat and pulled out a pocket watch, showing it off exaggeratedly to the crowd.

Rainbow blinked, then snorted. “Oh please, now you’re not even trying anymore. That’s not even real magic, just some Las Pegasus fakery.”

Trixie gasped dramatically, still smirking. “Are you perchance saying that you don’t believe Trixie could hypnotize you? Enough to make it a bet, even~?”

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Even if it was real, it’s not like you would be able to hypnotize me.” She blinked and took a step back as the pocket watch was suddenly held in front of her face, her eyes automatically starting to follow the sparkling and swirling pattern as it slowly swung back and forth. “I don’t know if you’re just trying to… play up your costume or something, but it’s not… going to work… I’m just… too… awwwww…”

There was a snap and Rainbow blinked rapidly, shaking her head a couple times to clear it before turning to smirk at Trixie. “I told you it wouldn’t work. I’m jutht too awethththome to be hypnotiththed.” She blushed a little as she sprayed a bit of spittle with her lisp, trying to discreetly wipe her chin.

“Well, it seems that Trixie has to concede this round.” The unicorn was still smirking at her. “Either way, Trixie is still going to win the costume contest. Unless you think that your costume can compete?”

Rainbow perked up and turned around to pose for the crowd, showing off her big shiny braces and badly done pigtails, and squinting through the thickly smudged bottlecap glasses on her face. “That’thth right! I’m Rainbow Dork, the big dumb nerd! And I’m gonna- hey!”

She yelped as Trixie behind her suddenly grabbed her baggy pants and pulled them down to her ankles, showing off her geeky Daring Do briefs. Before she could complain about that, Rainbow suddenly found her rump jumping up as the unicorn grabbed the back of the briefs and pulled up into a wedgie, stretching them out more and more until she could pull them all the way over Rainbow’s eyes.

Rainbow yelped and started stumbling around, comically flailing and failing to pull the fabric off her face, nearly tripping over the pants still around her ankles several times. She held back a smirk as she blushed and whined and the ponies around her started laughing at her, one of them even smacking her rump as she stumbled past. They were totally buying her thuper aweththome cothtume. If she got bullied and laughed at like that for the rest of the evening she’d win the contest for sure.

Applejack snickered as Rainbow Dork stumbled past, then shook her head. That one had been fun and all, but as the most level-headed and responsible of their group she’d best put a stop to these shenanigans before the unicorn went too far and ruined someone’s night. At least all the younger, more impressionable fillies and colts were already home for curfew, which should help avoid the kinds of trouble they’d gotten the first time Trixie was in town.

She pushed past a pair of ponies to step up into the free space. “Alright, break it up. This might’ve been fun and all, but this is still a Nightmare Night party and not one of your shows. Let’s not derail this whole shindig with yer antics, alright?”

The unicorn turned to her, raising an eyebrow as she looked over Applejack’s patched overalls. “And your costume is… a farmer? Because as far as Trixie has heard of your family…”

AJ rolled her eyes, turning a bit to show off the wooden cross of planks balanced on her back, with a quartet of strings loosely attached to her hooves. “Ah’m Poneocchio, if ya need to ask. It might not be the fanciest costume, but it’s a classic for a reason.”

“Oh, of course.” Trixie hummed. “Well, you’re hardly going to win with a lackluster performance like that. How about a friendly wager instead?” She smirked and pulled out the pocket watch again, swinging it demonstratively. “You against Trixie’s great and powerful hypnosis skills. If you win, Trixie will stop her performance for the rest of the evening. If Trixie wins, she’ll give you a couple pointers for properly acting like your costume~”

Applejack snorted, her eyes slowly following the watch back and forth. “Ah don’t need no pointers, but Ah’m happy to take the bet if it means ya keep nice and quiet and don’t make… any trouble tonight. Ya might’ve gotten… gotten Rainbow with that little… trick of yours… but I’m not some… some, uhm…” She blinked in confusion as the shiny golden watch seemed to be a lot closer all of a sudden. “I’m not… gonna…”

There was a snap and Applejack jumped slightly, stumbling back as step. “Darnit, give a gal a warning before ya make loud noises like that!”

Trixie was smirking at her, putting the pocket watch away again. “Well, maybe if you had been a little less distracted you wouldn’t have been so surprised. Trixie supposes you were just too deeply hypnotized.”

AJ snorted and rolled her eyes. “Ah wasn’t hypnotized at all. Just a little distracted by that sparkly thing.” She blushed and tugged at her overalls.

“If you’re quite sure. But perhaps you still want those pointers Trixie promised.”

“Ah don’t need nothing like that. Ah made this costume all by myself and Ah won’t have ya butting in on that.” Applejack bit her lip and blushed a little more as something pushed rather noticeably against the patch on the front of her overalls.

“Oh really?” Trixie was smirking, looking down between AJ’s legs. “Is something wrong, dear? You didn’t tell any untruths there, did you?”

“Everythin’s fine. Ah ain’t lyin’ about nothing.” There was a *snap* as the patch flopped open, a hard and throbbing orange cock pushing through, making AJ blush deeper as she tried futilely to hide it behind her legs.

“And what about your little friend? Is that normal, too?”

Applejack straightened up a bit, still blushing but also smiling proudly as she showed off her throbbing cock. “Of course it is. Ah’m Poneocchio and everyone knows that mah wood grows whenever… for no particular reason.” She shifted her eyes nervously, biting her lip as her wood grew another inch and pushed against her stomach.

“My, what a dedication to the role. Anything else of note that helps you get into the role? Puppet stroke your cock.“

“Good puppets dance on their strings…” Applejack blinked, blushing a bit deeper still as one of her forelegs went numb, the puppet string tugging at it and moving it below her to start stroking her cock. “N-nothing in particular, no.” She let out a soft moan as her wood grew another inch or two.

“Well, don’t let me keep you, then. I’m sure you still have a busy evening. Puppet walk away.” Trixie smirked and waved her off.

AJ opened her mouth to say something, but her legs were already moving to turn her around, her strings dragging her away with one hoof still stroking her cock. She shrugged it off and focused instead on trying not to moan too loudly. In the end it didn’t matter much what Trixie did, she supposed, her Poneocchio costume was definitely going to win.