Later in the evening, Aaron held Trixie in his lap, stroking along her soft fur and body. They were hidden away in her wagon, where he'd made sure she had a fine bed to rest in, under cover of night. He wore only a smile as she giggled at his touch. "How are you so perfect?"

She snuggled against him. "That is a question Trixie asks herself, but one she is helpless to arrive at, hm?" She nuzzled gently at his chin, tail swaying behind her. "Now, dear pet, you've been very good today. The way you assisted was perfect."

He kissed the end of her muzzle. "I aim to please. You deserve nothing but the best." He stroked across her side and chest, finding just where she loved to be touched most. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Trixie gently wriggled each time his skilled fingers found just the right spot. "You're already doing quite well. Trixie thinks if you just keep, mmm, doing that."

"Gladly." He leaned in, gently blowing over her ear. "I had a question for you, a large one."

Trixie sat up straight at that. "Minion, you sound serious. What question do you have for Trixie?"

He kept petting at her tender flesh, driving pleasured sounds from her as he leaned in and whispered softly, "I was thinking about the future, of us, of this place." He lifted his hand to her face, brushing her cheek. "I love you. I love working for you, and with you." He put a finger under her chin. "Every part about you."

Trixie gave him a confused look. "Minion, what is your point? Your question? Get to it already."

"Sorry, Trixie, but my question is important, even if it is obvious." He rubbed behind his head awkwardly a moment. "Trixie, mistress. is there a future for us? I don't want to drag this on forever, so just say it straight. Trixie, will you marry me?"

She narrowed her eyes at that. "And how does a hooman expect to marry Trixie, hm? Does he know of the dangers of that? It's a lifetime commitment!"

He gave her a teasing smirk. "That is a danger we can face together, and one I look forward to defeating with Great and Powerful assistance." He tickled gently along her sides. "But only if she wants to, of course. You are the mistress, mistress."

Trixie considered him seriously, looking deep into his eyes. She leaned in to brush her muzzle against his cheek. "I see many things in your eyes, Aaron, but first and foremost is love." Rather than answer the question, she pushed her lips to his, drawing him into a tender kiss.

He accepted it, pressing back into her. It was one thing they both knew how to do perfectly. The taste of her sent heat through him, along with something more. Her magic took gentle grasp at that rapidly plumping pole of flesh.

She eased her soft belly down onto his lap, covering him, but not quite engulfing him. They kept their muzzles pressed together as he stretched her open, throbbing with each beat of his heart. They began to rock together, their mutual gasps and grunts lost in the other's mouth, still sealed firmly.

He moved with a confidence born from repetition. They'd had so many nights together, but he knew well how to move for her, and she was always quick to let him know when he'd found that perfect motion. He worked his hands down to her rump, taking firm hold of them as he guided her against him like the well-oiled machine they were.

Her soft insides hugged around him as if they'd been carved from marble, such was the detail of her being. Their motion stirred them, not into heat, but into rhythm, and neither broke it. With a soft pop, their lips unsealed, allowing their soft moans of pleasure to fill the air around them.

She ground down on him with increasing speed, savoring the texture of his shaft as he made those familiar motions in her. Trixie sighed softly, letting her eyes close as she savored the way his heartbeat surged within her. "Minion, mmm, you have taken well to your new task so very well. Trixie is, she admits, impressed."

Aaron clutched at her cheeks. "I have the best teacher. You know, you really do fill me with strength." He moved with her, savoring the feeling of her flesh as it clenched around him. He squeaked with pleasure as her magic pulled at parts she couldn't even see, teasing at his tensing balls and along his thighs even if here eyes were locked on his.

She went over with a sigh, one which he met with his own desperate gasp. They settled together on the hammock, heaving for air, but joined at the hips. "It's one of your duties, to provide strength to your mistress."

"With, mmm, pleasure." He bounced her up with a powerful push of her hips, drawing a pleased, if also startled, squeak. "This is just as amazing as it was the first time."

Trixie covered her snout with her hooves, face turning crimson. "You are too sweet sometimes. She only wonders what is distracting you."

"Dis—" He didn't get to finish that question, crashing into his finale almost without warning. He pumped into her, pouring himself out in many potent ropes of gooey delight. He came so hard it practically leaked around her body. "Not at all. I'm focused on my job, being your assistant."

Trixie shivered at the full sensation. "Perhaps, but if you were entirely focused, why would you ask Trixie such an odd question?" She poked at his chest, perhaps enjoying her dominant position over his increasingly lethargic form. "Marrying Trixie? A bold notion."

Aaron couldn't help himself but let out a deep sigh of contentment. "I don't see any downsides to it. The only reason we aren't married already is because, well, we weren't here before."

Trixie pressed her nose under his chin, nestling with him in content cuddles. "That is normal for something new, yes." She flipped her ears back. "Trixie will consider it. There are a thousand questions before then." She wriggled on their connection, softening as it was. "For one, Trixie is a pony. You are not. If you are expecting Trixie to give you a foal, you are sorely mistaken, minion."

He put his hands up. "Wait, I wasn't asking about that." He looked at her as she turned a suddenly shocked face towards him. "I love you whether or not a child is in our future," he hastily added. "The only question is whether or not we would adopt?"

Trixie gasped and shuffled against him, grinding him along her folds. "Oh, minion, that's so romantic." She practically fell on him in a tight embrace. "But Trixie hates it." There was no malice in her tone, simply a statement of fact. "Trixie is a traveling showmare. Adopting? Trixie is not so foalish as to do that. I've had a few foal assistants before, it never worked out." She huffed at the idea.

Aaron scratched behind her ears. "Alright then. I'll be okay with that. You don't have to, just for me." He stroked over her cheek. "You're doing so much more than that already."

She shivered against him as she purred softly. "You make it difficult at times, minion." She kissed his cheek. "Besides, if we married, how would I call you minion? Ponies would start asking questions!"

He gave her a look. "So why not just marry me, but keep calling me minion?" He gave a heavy shrug. "And maybe just ask them why it's any of their business what you call your husband?"

Trixie blushed faintly, but her smirk implied she kind of liked where Aaron was going with that. "You have a point. It's none of their business what Trixie addresses anycreature as! That is up to her." She folded her arms over her chest, tail swaying. "You speak sense, minion. That isn't Trixie saying yes to your idea. Give her time to think it over."

"Don't I always? You're worth waiting for." He rolled her over onto her back, slipping free of her even as he snuggled in.

Her magic casually snuffed out the lights. "Tomorrow, minion, I want to go over magic. You learned one spell, but Trixie knows more. It's worth investigating, hm?"

Aaron nodded along sleepily. "Magic's amazing. It can't hurt." He nuzzled into her chest and fell asleep, easily, pressed against her.

Trixie wrapped her hooves around her sleeping human, considering him, and his place in her life. Perhaps it was time for change, even if it scared her a little. It was new territory, and the unknown frightened her. She kissed his cheek and followed him down into slumber.

The next morning, Trixie was on the stage, Aaron just in front of her. "Now, we know you don't have a horn, but some parts of you seem to react the same." She started a gentle glow with her horn. "Copy. It worked last time. Watch Trixie's horn. Behold a magician and steal her tricks." She huffed gently. "Incur her wrath. She'll take it out on you later, and you'll enjoy it."

Aaron had tried before, but there was no better time than the present to do it again. He let his eyes close, focusing on Trixie. There was something to her that went beyond what she showed others. He could feel the tickle of her magic along some strange new sense he hadn't felt before coming to Equestria.

He reached out his hands into the air, feeling those unseen threads. Each specific spell had its unique threads, and he could feel them with his sensitive human fingers. They weren't rough like wool, but soft like silk, delicate, even. He grabbed onto them and pulled.

A faint light started to build up in front of him. His brow furrowed as he tried to find that spark, to make it grow. Trixie's gasp made him open his eyes. He was holding a soft mass of confetti that fell to the ground in a limp pile with his surprise.

Trixie hugged herself close to Aaron. "That was amazing! Trixie hates that you're learning spells faster than she did." She poked him in the chest. "Magic is Trixie's thing!" She nuzzled the very same spot. "Still, if somecreature is going to be talented, let it be Trixie's minion."

He blushed. "I only copied you. I don't think it was even the same spell."

"Oh, yes it was, minion." She lit her horn, casting the spell without delay. Confetti exploded in several directions at once. "Very good for distracting a crowd, which a magician needs to do quite often." She hugged him close. "Let Trixie kiss you."

He laughed softly, accepting her warm, inviting lips pressed against his. She put both hooves on either side of his face as she met him in a long, tender kiss. She was the one that broke it, bounding back a few steps. "Still, if you have this trick of magic theft, Trixie is not above making use of it. Keep your eyes, or whatever sense it is, open. See if you can't purloin a few other spells from other magicians, and bring them back to Trixie."

Aaron cracked his knuckles. "You know, I can actually see it. You were right." He glanced up at her with a bright smile. "There's just this little spark when you use magic. It's like string, for me. I can feel them, uh, see what they're made of, and how they bend, and it comes to me." He wove his fingers along with that explanation. "Does that make sense at all?"

Trixie glanced to one side as she thought over those words. "Aaron, has Trixie mentioned before that you're a genius?" She nodded as she seemed to decide on that fact. "But, no. It does not make sense. Fortunately, Trixie does not need to understand it to enjoy it. Inform Trixie every time you encounter a new spell and she will reward you for bringing them to her."

Author's Note

He pops the question. She pops his balloon. Still, she leaves it open for later revisions.

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