Trixie smirked as she wove arcane lines in the air with sweeps of her hooves and her bright horn glowing. "Starlight gave Trixie some excellent tips. She feels confident this spell will work perfectly." She was alone in her wagon, which is what she wanted. What she was doing was for her and her alone.

The threads of magic spun and touched and meshed. She nodded in satisfaction as the circle of glowing, writhing magic spiraled into itself. It shimmered and then there was a flash that blinded Trixie for a moment. Emerging from that bright flash, she gave a tug on something far beyond Equestria. Something began to form before her.

"This is perfect!" Trixie grinned with satisfaction. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be a surprise.

Trixie waited in the darkness, her smile widening as the surface of her reality pressed against him. He appeared from nowhere. "And that's why Fortnite is way better!" He thrust a pointing finger at a monitor that wasn't there anymore. It was just him, naked, in Trixie's wagon. His light brown hair was shaggy and a faint line of stubble decorated his chin. He blinked when he saw her. "Um, hey. You're Trixie, right?"

"Trixie is correct." Trixie fell to all fours and stepped forward to examine the creature. "If she cast it correctly, which she did, you are already deeply in love with Trixie and adore her in every way."

He took a step back and held up his hands. "Wait, what? Hold on, let me get my bearings. How did I get here? One minute I'm at my friend's house, the next minute I'm..." He gestured at the room around him. "...wherever this is."

Trixie smiled, thinking fast. "You know Trixie. You know her amazing magic." She raised a hoof. "Ta da! A personal trick, just for you. You should be honored. You have been summoned to see to every whim and need Trixie thinks of. Doesn't that sound nice?"

He was still clearly confused. "I think maybe I've been drugged. I should lie down somewhere, maybe eat something salty." He hesitated, blinking. "Where am I again?"

"With Trixie!" She sat on her haunches and leaned against him. "The Great and Powerful. You know her, you already admitted it." She brushed her soft fur against his skin, teasing it. "You are curiously without fur, but Trixie doesn't hate that. It means you can admire Trixie's fur, which you should."

"Uh, right." He reached out to touch her and rubbed her shoulders gently. "I feel weird."

"Don't." She lifted his hands in her magic and kissed his palms. "You are here for Trixie, and she is here for you." She flashed a relaxed smile. "I am granting you your life's dreams. I know, you are amazed, shocked! Many of Trixie's audience feels this. She can wait for you to recover." She giggled.

"Okay, then." He gave a confused laugh and tilted his head. "This is really cool. You're a unicorn, right? I'm talking to a unicorn."

"Yes." Trixie inclined her head to give him a gentle prod with that horn. "Now tell Trixie your name. She would know more about her minion so she can address him properly."

"Nice to meet you. They call me, Aaron." He laughed again, a nervous sound. "Are you sure this is real?"

Trixie tapped her chin in thought. "I did this to because Trixie wants a minion." She used her magic to rub at Aaron's belly. "Are you prepared to become that? Trixie will treat you well, but expects complete obedience."

"This feels like a dream, but also super-real. Does that make sense?" Aaron kept staring at her. "But okay, yeah. I'll do whatever you want."

Trixie met his eyes. "Lovely, then Trixie will begin the next spell." Her horn glowed with eldritch might as she wove her hooves. "Trixie cannot cast it without your consent. She could get it forcefully, but she doesn't want to. Submit, and know that Trixie is your Great and Powerful mistress."

"Okay, this is feeling weirder, but yeah." Aaron sighed and relaxed against the floor. "I just want to go along for the ride right now. This is really interesting."

Trixie spun threads of magic through the air. With no resistance from Aaron, she ensnared him gently, but it tightened by the moment, binding him to her. Her cutie mark flared brightly on his chest, becoming a mark for all to see who owned him. He submitted happily. He was hers now, and that meant the spell had worked perfectly.

Trixie clapped once. "Perfect. As my pet, my magic will work on you better than most. As it turns, most ponies will not submit to Trixie." She rolled her eyes. "Foals, but you're smarter. Trixie will reward you." She waved a hoof. Aaron's clothes rematerialized over his body. They were brighter and cleaner, better suited for the new Trixie. "Now we shall find out what you can do. Come, I need to practice for a show, and I would like to show the world what Trixie's pet can do!"

She opened the door of her wagon and trotted outside, delighted at her plan working so well. Aaron followed along behind her, mouth open in awe. "What are you?" He reached down to touch her withers, amazed at her.

"Trixie is a pony. A unicorn specifically." She leaned against the touch with a happy sigh. "A little to the left, mmm, right there." She rubbed against his palm, smiling wide. "You give excellent pets. You will make a good servant for Trixie."

He shook his head in amazement. "I can't believe I'm really here. But I am." He looked around the city of ponies they were in. "What should I be sure not to do? I don't want to mess up."

Trixie gave an indulgent smile and walked along the path through the camp, heading towards her stage. "Mostly, just be cute and pretty for Trixie. When we perform, you will assist Trixie in her act. She stepped up a small flight of stairs onto the stage and waved Aaron closer. "When Trixie is not performing, you do what she says, pamper her, and be pampered when Trixie feels like it. Simple, hm?"

He jogged up the steps and looked out over the stage. "It's already starting to sink in, actually. I'm supposed to be your minion. Like a personal servant or something."

"Exactly." She patted at his outside leg. "Now, follow along." She began a magic show, demonstrating her tricks both magic and that of mundane trickery. The crowd gathered, thickening as word spread about Trixie's new addition. Many pony eyes were locked on Aaron, clearly curious about him.

He waved nervously at the ponies. "Hi there." He then hesitated. "Um, Trixie? You didn't really explain anything to me. Am I here for your show or is it something else?"

Trixie snorted softly. "As you can hear, my minion wishes to be a part." She waved over Aaron. "This is Aaron, Trixie's pet from another plane of reality!" The crowd clapped their hooves in amazement. "And now Trixie will show both him and you all a trick."

Aaron leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Hey, what do I do?"

Trixie smirked and lifted a hoof, urging him into position. "Follow Trixie's cues." He ended up at the end of the stage, his feet tied together with thick, glowing ropes. A trail led from the far end to the front of the stage, running in front of Trixie. "Go along. The magic rope cannot be broken, only solved."

He picked up one end of the rope and tugged. It held firm, magically anchored in place. He followed it with his eyes, trying to see where it went. "How am I supposed to solve this?"

Trixie pounded a hoof on the stage. "Poor pet. Trixie almost feels bad." She tugged the rope with her magic, sending him toppling. Despite his crash, her magic caught him, preventing anything but the feeling of landing on a soft mattress, entirely unharmed. "That is why Trixie is here." The audience laughed as Trixie began to pull him free.

Aaron blushed as the ponies laughed at his clumsiness. "Sorry about that, Trixie." He mumbled. "I can get back up. Sorry for messing up your act."

"It's fine." Trixie kept using her magic to gently maneuver Aaron into place. "You are performing perfectly, as Trixie would expect from anything of hers." She bowed for the crowd, getting fresh claps in return. She used her magic to bring up a small crate and place it next to her, on the stage. "Oh, is there somepony special in the audience?"

The crowd murmured softly. A small, purple unicorn with a rainbow mane stepped out. Trixie nodded at the mare. "Ah, the local mayor. Step forward and let Trixie behold you."

The unicorn hopped forward. She had a small tiara of metal atop her head. "Hey there. You're Trixie's new friend, huh?" Despite Trixie inviting her, she was looking at Aaron.

Trixie scowled at the attention being on anything but her. "Eyes forward." She stomped a hoof. "Now if you want to help with the next trick, sit on the crate."

The unicorn jumped onto the crate, still trying to look at Aaron. "I've never seen something like him before. Can I ask about him?"

Trixie pursed her lips. "No." She waved her hooves. "Now you see her." A cloth fell over the mayor. "And now you don't." The cloth fell the rest of the way, and the pony was simply gone. "What a useful trick that would be." Trixie gave a bow to the crowd. "Trixie is happy to show it once more." She held up a hoof. "And my pet would be happy to assist as well!"

"What? If I can?" Aaron moved to sit on the same crate. "Right here?"

"Exactly." Trixie clapped once. "And she didn't even have to tell you. You're a great pet already." She held the cloth over him. "Now prepare to be banished!" She released the cloth. It fell onto Aaron, covering everything for a moment before the cloth fell down, no human left behind. "Ta da!" The crowd stomped and applauded their approval.

Elsewhere, Aaron found he was mashed up against another pony. The pony was the mayor, giggling. "I've never been part of a magic show before, have you?" she asked, just as stuck in the dark.

Aaron laughed. "I've never even met a pony before! But I'm starting to get used to it. Trixie is so nice." He shifted to give her more room. "So you're a mayor or something?"

"That I am." She felt about in the dark. "And I'm still wondering what you are. You seem friendly, I'll give you that. As creatures go, you're quite agreeable, hmm."

"Oh, right!" Aaron laughed. "Well, we humans can be. Just don't try and do any animal testing on me." He squirmed as he tried to get out. "You probably wouldn't do that."

"I would not." She wriggled in the dark against him. "How long do you think—"

They were suddenly both outside, flopping out away from each other. Trixie was there, with no crowd, beside her wagon. "You were both amazing assistants." She panted as she waved her hoof over her sweaty forehead. "Trixie is here with some lemonade for herself."

Aaron stood up and brushed himself off. "We were great! Uh, thanks for helping me, Miss...?" He looked over at the pony who had helped him.

She sat up and chuckled. "You can call me Sunny Smiles." She hopped to her hooves. "If you need anything else mayoral, let me know." She trotted off, looking pleased for her part.

Trixie coughed into a hoof. "Now then. Trixie is in need of attention. Are you ready to provide it? And yes, that is a request. It's time for you to fulfill your new purpose." She glared at Aaron, then softened. "But we will have fun as well."

Aaron smiled. "Right, so what do I need to do?" He reached for Trixie, finding no resistance as he pet gently over her mane and worked up towards her hat. "Should I start here?"

"Trixie would like that." Trixie gave a pleasant hum. "Then get inside and undress. Trixie is wearing too many clothes as well." She hopped up the steps towards her wagon, shaking loose her hat to toss aside as her magic wrenched free her cape. "Hurry up, and help Trixie's efforts."

He stumbled behind her, catching himself with a hand on her back. "You look amazing." He said breathlessly. "All that power and style. I've always loved how sure you were, of yourself, of everything."

Trixie gave him a smoldering look. "Trixie is just as sure right now. She made those clothes, she can unmake them. Get them off before she's forced to act, minion."

Aaron gulped, the gentle weight of her magic pressing on him. "Okay." He stepped away to tug at his shirt. The glowing symbol of her cutie mark over his heart lit the small space inside the wagon.

Trixie glanced past him, her magic casually clicking the lock into place. "Now, Trixie will not be called unpleasant things, so she will ask, just so we're clear, hm. Do you, eagerly, consent to do what Trixie plans to do with you?"

"Yes!" He was already pulling off his shoes. "I'm in your care, Great and Powerful wizard." He said breathlessly. He hurriedly pulled his jeans off, but he had to wiggle a bit to get his underwear off. She caught them in her magic and pulled them down his legs and free of him.

She smiled as she used her magic to rub at his shoulders. "Trixie likes how Aaron addresses her. It will be an improvement over most ponies." She sighed softly. "And you are welcome to touch her however you want." Her eyes drifted to half closed. "But Trixie will tell you if you are doing it wrong. She expects you to learn and improve, swiftly."

He nodded quickly, reaching out for her. "I can do that." His fingers spread wide as he ran them over her back, brushing through her fur and along the withers. "Where do I start?"

"You're already doing so well." Her eyes were on his obvious excitement, twitching before her. "Such a male. Of any species, it's so clear." She leaned in and touched her fuzzy nose to that pulsing shaft. "Let me guess, minion, you would like Trixie to examine this far closer."

Aaron shifted his weight nervously. "I'm all yours, Trixie. Everything about me is up for you."

She winked. "Everything?" Her hoof found the back of his thigh and tugged gently. She opened her mouth and began to lip over his shaft, tasting his masculine spire with a soft hum of approval. "Don't stop rubbing. Trixie's acts don't excuse yours. Keep going. She wants to melt."

He laughed breathlessly as he petted her head. "I'm still not sure how much I can do. If you just want to take the lead, I'm okay with that." He smiled at her, unable to help himself.

"Trixie wants to scream with how well you are massaging her." She glanced upwards. "If you want Trixie to continue, you must as well, hm. You are my assistant, we both must act, or there is no show." Her lips gently spread along his shaft. "Mmmh, yes, make me melt, pet."

Aaron hummed happily and focused on her soft fur and delicate ears. "This feels amazing." Even as she found how to make him sing, he began to locate just the right spots along her sensitive form that made her clench and murmur. Their scents filled the enclosed space. The salty aroma of male mingled with the musky, floral feminine scent. His heartbeat echoed through them both.

Trixie sighed, the air sliding from her lips over Aaron's rod. "Trixie's idea was brilliant, as usual." She licked the shaft even as she drew away from it. "But Trixie remains fatigued. She wants to lay down, with you. Go to her bed." She stretched and flipped her tail towards him.

He moaned softly as he ran his fingers through the delicate hairs of her mane. "Anything for you, Trixie." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before going to her bed, carrying her along. He had one arm wrapped under it as he rubbed her belly with a hand.

She wriggled slowly, stifling a little giggle. "That tickles, but Trixie likes it. Firmer." She dug into the sheets with her hooves and purred loudly as he obeyed. "Yes, Aaron, just like that." Her eyes narrowed in satisfaction as she shifted back against him. "Do you want me?"

"With every fibre of my being." He kissed the tip of her nose as he slid into the bed that was at least as much a hammock as anything else. They dangled in the air, with eyes only for one another. "You've been such a tease, but I know how I feel."

She gave a soft chuckle. "I don't doubt that. But Trixie has already cast the spell. If you do not say what she wants to hear..."

"You are my mistress." He nipped and kissed at her throat. "You are my everything. I will do anything and everything I can to keep you happy. All of me is yours. All of me!"

She rolled her head back to give him access. "Good pet." Her tail swept over his waist and brushed across his shaft. She brought it to wrap about him, coiling and flexing like a snake. "Now, do what you filthy males are always so eager to do. Trixie permits it. No, she wants it now. Go on."

Aaron's eyes shut in pure bliss as he felt her warmth enclosing his shaft. She was even softer than he could have imagined, gripping and releasing his manhood as her tail pulled him closer to her. He pressed in against her, the two bodies becoming one entangled form of purest passion as he let out a thick groan of his pleasure.

"So loud!" She giggled at his display. "Is that your limit? Trixie knows Aaron can give more than that." She nuzzled in against his cheek, her mouth hanging open in her own cries. She seemed deaf to just how noisy she was compared to him, despite her mocking of his own sounds.

But he was past caring, driving against her with increasing intensity. He matched the movements of her tail with thrusts of his own. His arms pulled her back against him even as she used the muscles in her tail to draw him to her depths. She seemed determined to give and take as much as she could.

Aaron felt something strange and new. As he reached towards the peak, something else was building inside him. His balls seemed to tremble and vibrate with power as his body prepared a load of a strange but delightful sort. He felt it, and knew it. He was about to, with his climax, deliver a portion of his true essence, to be bound to Trixie. And he wanted nothing more than that. "I'm going to cum for you." He moaned the words against her, not caring if she understood.

She held his face in her hooves, eyes hazy with lust. "Go on. Give Trixie exactly what she asked for. You will never leave. You will never find another stupid pony to get distracted by. You will be Trixie's and Trixie's alone!" She made a satisfied huff as she pushed back against him.

Aaron trembled, crying out his love for her as he pushed himself deeper. He poured everything into her, both literally and figuratively. Everything went a hot white as pleasure hit a height so burning that he could do nothing but cling to her as it happened. It was like his very soul fused to her own, and he knew that he was hers, body and soul.

Trixie curled herself in as tight as she could. Her tail had taken him to the base and squeezed hard. "Now you are bound, Aaron." She gasped those words. "You are Trixie's, forever." She licked over her lips, heaving for breath. "Not that she expects you'll mind."

Author's Note

They seem to like one another. This can only end well!

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