Aaron snuggled against his beloved pony, stroking just along the bottom of her snout where he'd discovered she favored most of all. Her head rested on his shoulder, eyes closed. She hummed softly in satisfaction, vibrating gently.

He kissed her cheek and let out a soft, pleased sound. "This is nice."

"Mmh, Trixie wasn't sure about doing it outside, but it's nice and quiet." She stretched gently against him. "The breeze while you work is a pleasant touch. You're a clever little minion, aren't you?"

Aaron chuckled softly. "It's kind of my job to know how to please you. That's the first thing any good assistant knows."

She brushed a hoof across his chest, smiling wider. "And so modest! Good, Trixie has plenty of space to fill as it is. Now, how about we—" She paused as something snapped. She twisted her neck just in time to spy a strange creature emerging from a bush.

It had two legs, but hooves where it should have hands. Most of it looked curiously artificial, though created to look soft. It was like somecreature's vague idea of what a pony should look like, cutie mark included. Its eyes were painted to be bright and cheerful, but they never moved, being entirely artificial as the rest of it.

"Hi there." Aaron gave a wave at the creature. "Sorry if we woke you up or anything."

The strange creature focused on them. A little gasp escaped it. "An actual pony!" it cried as if the voice was coming from somewhere deep inside it. It fled back into the bush it had emerged from.

Trixie sneered softly. "What a poor sight. This is Trixie's grand entrance, but it is clear that pony is broken." She leaned closer to Aaron. "She wonders if this is why Celestia summoned her?"

The creature returned, with friends. Most of them looked about the same, but one, a feline, just had fake pony ears and a stitched cutie mark on her rump. "Friends!" She spread her arms wide. "Behold! An actual pony, come to grace us with her perfection."

Trixie inclined her head. "Trixie does not understand why you are here, but you have called for her perfection." She hopped down from Aaron's grip. "And that is what she offers."

"May we pet you?" A young looking creature ran up to Trixie, gaze wide. "Please? It's all we've ever wanted!"

Aaron frowned, but his words were interrupted by Trixie. "I'll let you do more than—" The little one didn't let her finish, grabbing and petting at her. She discovered quickly that Aaron gave far better strokes. "Enough! Let Trixie astound you with tricks."

The small one had its mouth open. "An actual pony who does tricks!" The rest of the gathered creatures gave a delighted cheer.

Aaron stepped closer to them. "I guess we're here to show you how amazing ponies are, huh?"

Trixie nodded back at him. "They've come to us. Trixie sees nothing wrong here. Gather! Gather. Prepare to behold Trixie and her amazing assistant." She returned to the card and unfolded it into the stage they would perform on. "Come, minion!"

Aaron scrambled up onto the stage with her, moving to take his position next to her. He brushed one hand along her side, letting the touch linger for a moment. "Do you want me to set the backdrop while you do the thing?"

"Precisely so." Trixie seemed pleased that Aaron knew his part. "Thank you all for gathering." She looked out over the strange group of creatures assembled in front of her stage. "Trixie is ready to take you on a wondrous trip with tricks to astounding, you won't believe your eyes!"

The creatures clapped, unable to contain their glee. A little fox-like creature dashed forward, its whole body wiggling as it came closer. "How are you able to do magic? What is that? How does it work?"

Trixie lit her horn as she pointed a hoof up at it. "A unicorn is powered by their horn, and they power their horn, hm, though not all of Trixie's magic comes from there. She is a showmare!" She threw her hooves wide, streamers exploding with loud bangs. "Prepare to be amazed!"

Aaron sat on the ground, grinning up at Trixie. He could tell she was loving the attention. "Hey, what should I do next?"

"Just sit there and look pretty for now." Trixie nodded at her servant before she began her show in earnest. "For Trixie's first act, she will perform one of her most famous tricks!" She lit her horn, sending bursts of magical light into the air. As they fell, they turned into multiple duplicates of her own head, the ethereal forms circling her. "I never lack for a supporting voice," she said through all her faces, magic or not.

The creatures gasped, looking at one another as they chattered. The feline hopped forward. "More!"

Trixie grinned. "Behold, Trixie will make herself lighter than air." She made a mystical gesture, hiding that she had hid a balloon under her cape. She began to float gently several inches in the air. "Trixie will move with ease to surprise you." She hovered backwards on invisible winds, lights floating about her.

Aaron couldn't help himself. He stared at Trixie in admiration, just as enchanted as the other creatures. Even if he did know how the tricks were done, seeing it actually performed was a special thing.

Trixie put her front hooves on the ground, her rump still high. "Oh no, she's fallen! Trixie can't get up! The Great and Powerful needs your assistance!"

Aaron rose, but so did so many of the other animal people. The fox bounced off heads and shoulders to arrive at Trixie first. "Me! Me!" He scrambled over her and stood up tall, haunches raised high in the air.

"With your help, Trixie can achieve new heights!" She launched into the air, held aloft by the balloon under her cape. "I just need a little push to stop gravity's foul grip."

The creature stamped its paws on her rump. It hardly made Trixie move.

She landed with a huff, sending the balloon out from under her cape as it deflated. "Oh no, Trixie needs a moment to prepare." She distracted the crowd with flashes and sparkles as she hurriedly got a new balloon into place. "Alright, a push!"

The little one slapped his hooves against Trixie's ass. The sound rang through the clearing, drawing an angry squeal from the unicorn.

She launched into the air, scowling at the small creature. "Hmmph! A bit rude, but Trixie is launched none-the-less." She huffed, turning up her nose. "A rude assistant, but effective."

"My turn next! My turn!" The little creature ran over to Aaron. "Do something! Please!"

Aaron looked around as he moved to the center of the stage. "Hey, do you guys know how to make a magic ball?" He balled his hands and brought them apart, a sphere of magic held in that space, soon floating. "Behold!"

The gathered crowd cheered. The fox stamped its feet again. "Make another!"

Trixie shook her head. "Go on. Prove you can follow instructions."

He smiled as he did just that, a second orb hovering along behind the first. He sent them orbiting the giggling fox child even as the little one tried to catch them.

Trixie took that chance to clear her stage, tucking her balloon into her hooves and stepping aside before she hid it. "Now then! For Trixie's most dangerous feat!" She lit her horn and grabbed the elements of the stage with her magic.

The tricks went quite well for them, some wandering away as it wound down. Bits littered the stage, proving their gratitude.

There were also some hangers on. A fox, much larger than the first, grown, but with four legs, was watching them. Like many of the others, they had a cutie mark on their rump. "Oh my, an actual pony." They didn't approach Trixie or Aaron. Instead, they gave a polite nod to the duo. "It is quite nice to see you. I am relieved that the stories are true. But I can't just go home, oh no."

He shook his head. "I am Ronald. And I would like to join you two, to talk, to rest. An evening with a pony? That would be delightful."

Trixie flicked her tail as she nodded at him. "First you will tell Trixie, why do so many of the creatures here look like they are imitating ponies?"

Ronald smiled and motioned at Trixie. "An actual pony! Of course we wish to be closer to something so amazing. Many of us try, though some are more successful than others."

Aaron scooted close to Trixie, putting a hand on her back gently. "I was just as happy, seeing my first real pony." Visions of that first moment he saw Trixie danced in his mind. "I was amazed too. Are all the creatures here lovers of ponies then? Is it like a thing you all like together?"

Ronald shrugged. "I don't know if I'd say it like that. Some creatures would rather not deal with ponies at all, but most of us enjoy meeting a new one." He smirked. "And some, the ones wearing the full suits, call it a passion. To pretend being a pony is the height of their day." He blew on his paw. "I'm in the center. I have the mark." He gestured at the fake cutie mark. "But you won't see me in a suit."

Trixie hummed softly. "Trixie understands wanting to be closer to ponies. It's the best part of life." She leaned into Aaron, eyes fluttering as he gently scratched at her side. "Your kind do love us so, don't you?" She considered a moment. "Can you do what Aaron does?"

Ronald blushed faintly. "I can try." He climbed up onto the stage and approached Trixie's other side. His paws weren't quite so good for it, but he managed a decent petting motion along Trixie's neck and back.

"Mmh, Trixie desires those she likes to attend to her needs." She gave a lazy flick of her tail. "And now she has two. Still, Trixie must admit, her minion is best at it." She sighed with pleasure as she melted in place. "Yes, just like that." She shifted towards Ronald. "This was not what Trixie expected, but it will do."

Ronald beamed. "It's a delight to help an actual pony." He worked down across her belly, reaching sensitive portions of her stomach. "Does she know we call your kind hooman?"

"Hm?" Trixie glanced back at him. "That is no mystery. Her kind calls ponies 'horses', and they are hoomans, which are creatures from far away." She hummed in satisfaction. "Yes, right there, Ronald."

He moved to obey, seeming to enjoy having such an amazing creature showing him how to touch her. "Yes, of course." He kept working backwards, finding her sensitive teats, then sliding back further, almost onto her thighs.

Aaron was surprised. "Hey now, we just met."

Trixie hummed softly. "Mmh, are you trying to steal Trixie's assistant?" Trixie laughed at the idea. "Trixie doubts you can, but continue trying. Trixie likes, mmm, that."

Ronald laughed softly. "Oh my. She's sensitive here, isn't she?" He gave a soft, teasing prod at her soft flesh. "Does it matter if you just met me? I am seeking a job after all." He chuckled. "No reason not to try. Aaron certainly did."

"He's been very good to me." Trixie looked back at the fox as he worked. "What job is it you are looking for, hm? Trixie-assistant? Trixie promises, that position is taken." She flicked her tail across his snout. "But she welcomes the attention."

Ronald leaned in, giving a sniff at her flank. "Anything you wish, though I would not mind becoming part of your act. If you would have me." He stroked a paw along her thigh, drawing a pleased hum from the unicorn.

"I'm afraid, mmm, the only act you can take part in, you already are." She raised her tail high. "Aaron, be good and tend towards Trixie's front, hm?"

He didn't hesitate to do as told. The pair of them worked at her, earning more and more delighted sounds from her as they petted and caressed. He had to admit, Ronald had a strange way of doing things, but he seemed to get the job done.

Trixie moved back against them. "My my, you two make quite a team. When Trixie showed up, she expected to do nothing but put on shows for creatures like you." She shook her head as she gave a pleased laugh. "Not that she minds having a few hands on her, as it were."

Ronald stroked across her belly again, looking delighted to be so close to a pony. Hanging below him, a powerful erection waved with every motion. Aaron could tell just how much the fox was enjoying himself.

"Why don't we move inside?" Aaron motioned at the wagon. "There's room enough for all of us in there."

Trixie bobbed her head, sighing with pleasure. "Excellent idea. Come, Ronald. Trixie will teach you more about your passion." She sauntered along, rolling her hips as she climbed up the steps into the wagon. "And you will do the same for Trixie."

Aaron came unbidden. "It's a little cramped in here. We'll have to get comfy."

Ronald huffed at that. "I plan to get quite comfortable." He hopped up the steps and trotted inside. "Let the magic begin. This is beyond my dreams."

Trixie tossed her head as she closed the door behind them and drew the curtains shut, granting them privacy from prying eyes. "Trixie admits it does make her feel amazing, having two people so eager to please her." She turned to the two ready males. "Aaron, minion, you are overdressed for this."

"Sorry, Trixie." He tugged off his shirt and kicked away his pants. He'd lost any trace of shame around her quickly. She loved him, and that meant it was all okay. He squeaked with surprise as he felt a vulpine snout running along his firm member.

Ronald chuckled softly as he did that. "Not often I play with other males around, but, for her, I find it quite worth it." He stroked his paws across Aaron's legs. "She is so worth it."

Trixie arched her back and panted. "Are you two just going to talk? Get to the fun part! As interesting as it is to watch you two play, Trixie should be more involved."

"She's eager, isn't she?" Ronald backed up, freeing Aaron from his playful attention.

Aaron scampered over to her. "We wouldn't want to disappoint you, Trixie." He had another chance to gasp in amazement as she found him and casually engulfed his shaft in her warm wet oven of a mouth.

Ronald shook his head as he circled Trixie. "It seems I am to tend to here." He hopped up on her, hugging her from above. "With pleasure." His paws were fastened by her soft fur, slick with his own excitement as he worked to bring himself off against her rump.

Trixie writhed under the dual assault, gasping around Aaron's manhood as she was petted and massaged. When the second rod found its home, she squealed muffedly around Aaron, writhing against either of them.

Ronald hunched over her as he humped at her rump. "This is amazing. You are amazing." He drew back and held himself, hot juices running down his shaft to aid in his passage. His member nudged against her flesh. He squirmed, finding the hole by touch.

She twisted against him, unable to focus on anything but the sensations of pleasure flooding through her. As he made it in, she groaned softly, though it remained muffled by Aaron's crotch.

Aaron clutched at her ears, his fingers wrapped in the delicate hairs as he gasped and groaned, hardly able to believe what was happening. He pushed against her, hardness sliding across her tongue.

She welcomed him eagerly, leaning back against Ronald as she serviced the both of them with each movement of her body. Her horn glowed as she felt over them, exploring both males as she groaned.

The magic coursed over Aaron's flesh, doing things he didn't understand, but that brought about a sense of desire that seemed to flow out from his very soul. The sound of wet motion filled the room, flesh smacking against furred flesh. He grasped at Trixie's round cheeks, fingers stroking and kneading the pliant flesh as he thrust. "This is amazing."

Trixie laughed mufflely as she agreed, only to moan again as she was rocked between them.

Ronald dug his claws into her sides. With a hissing, yipping cry, he thrust deeper, warm wetness filling her rump as he squirmed and twisted, trapped inside her by the contractions of his own orgasm.

The unicorn groaned happily around Aaron, rumbling sounds that almost matched his motions, even as she grew warmer in her own climax.

He was the last to the show, but he sprayed into her throat and across her tongue with powerful blasts. Each rope was followed by a thrust and grunt as he poured himself into her. He couldn't take it for long. It was too intense. He slipped from her, falling to his knees in the middle of the wagon, panting.

Trixie heaved softly, finally having her snout clear. "Mmm." She glanced behind her at the fox draped over her. "Trixie had her fun, but, as she said, you are not an enduring part of this act. You may go."

Ronald wilted a bit. "Are you certain? I would enjoy being a part of your amazing life more directly. Surely there is a way?"

She shook her head and flipped her mane. "Trixie has exactly enough room for one assistant, and she already has one of those. Thank you for your application. She will bear it in mind should an opening become available."

He looked saddened, but he seemed to take that well enough. He hopped down from Trixie, but crouched to nuzzle against her rump, feeling her folds with his snout. "At least this is an experience and a tale I will hold preciously. It is the most precious day of my life." He stood up. "Farewell, Miss Lulamoon, Aaron." He slipped from the wagon.

Trixie turned her eyes to Aaron. "Was Trixie too vigorous on you, dear minion? You look worn. Perhaps she should try for something more tender, just the two of us?"

Aaron's breath came a bit easier as he chuckled softly. "You're too amazing." He kissed the end of her nose. "Did I mention how much I love you?"

"Trixie permits you to keep reminding her." She kissed him back tenderly on either cheek.

Author's Note

They have arrived in the neighborhood they were sent for. Time to make friends! Trixie claims confidently that she made at least one.

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