A Little Snatch

by David Silver

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Romance, Original Character, Trixie, Sex
Length: 12630

Trixie plucked him from Earth to serve as her eager and willing minion in all ways, body and soul. This partner won't leave her for some other pony, she feels certain of that.

Trixie plucked him from Earth to serve as her eager and willing minion in all ways, body and soul. This partner won't leave her for some other pony, she feels certain of that.

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Published 2024-06-10 02:20:03 UTC
Last updated 2024-06-13 17:06:34 UTC

1 - Abracadabra

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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2 - On the Road Again

The click of hooves on stone echoed down the halls. Two royal guards trotted along the polished marble floors, armor shining as they neared the gates of Canterlot Castle. They stood at attention, spears raised to block the way. Trixie paid them little mind, save that they stood in her way. "Trixie has been summoned. Unless you wish to anger both the princess inside, and the Great and Powerful wizard before you, move aside."

The unicorn guards shifted uneasily. "The sun has risen on your deadline, we have word that—"

"That the princess is fine and that she requests my presence." Trixie gave a prim sniff and a toss of her mane. "Trixie is expected. Now." She pointed aside at Aaron. "She will want to see Trixie and her new assistant."

Aaron put his hand on her withers, nodding down at the guards. "Yeah, sorry about this." He waved at them. "We're kind of expected."

The guards exchanged glances. One sighed softly. "Very well. Follow me. If the princess does not wish your presence, I will see you directly to the jail."

Trixie rolled her eyes. "Trixie would have made a great show, but a pleasant conversation is just as nice. Come along, pet. I am eager to see Celestia and see how well Trixie can both amaze and stupefy her."

"Yes, Trixie." Aaron rubbed at her shoulders gently. "Is it bad that I'm excited?" He moved the hand towards the center of Trixie's back, massaging gently. Fortunately for all involved, Trixie rather liked having her pet see to her unspoken needs.

Trixie looked over her shoulder at him. "Not at all. Trixie prefers eager followers to those that wait for instructions." She trotted after the guard. "You would not believe how long some ponies have to be told to walk forward."

Aaron hurried to be at her side, even with her head. "I'm pretty ready for that princess trick."

"Excellent." Trixie somehow looked even smugger. "She will expect you to rock them so hard, their horseshoes fall off in the excitement."

He grinned. "I think I can manage that." He put a hand on her shoulder and kissed the tip of her ear.

She squirmed in delight, voice dropping low. "Such a good pet. Still, stop that. It would be unseemly for Trixie's loyal minion to continue lavishing her in front of them." She huffed gently. "Wouldn't want them being embarrassed with envy."

They emerged from the hallway into the opulence of the throne room. The polished marble floors were pristine and framed with velvet-lined runners, perfect for hooves and paws.

Thick red drapes decorated the walls with splashes of color, softening the impact of the thick marble columns that held up the vaulted ceilings. There, in the center of it, stood Princess Celestia, watching them with a gentle smile.

"Trixie, thank you for coming. And Aaron, I've heard good things about you." She winked. "And not just from Trixie. It is not often a new creature is spotted, and such a friendly one, if reports are to believed. You are welcome here."

The guard that had walked them in simply saluted and walked back out, looking sure enough that Trixie's presence was tolerated.

Aaron laughed nervously. "I am? Wow, uh, thanks. I think this is the most impressive place I've ever seen." He leaned against Trixie as he looked around. "So what did you want us for?"

Trixie nudged against Aaron. "Don't ask silly questions, my pet. Celestia has surely called upon Trixie for amazing showmareship!"

Celestia chuckled softly. "Amazing or otherwise, Trixie, I simply wished to speak with you." She turned to one of the guards. "Bring chairs for them both. This conversation will take some time." Her eyes were on Aaron. "Did she call you her pet?"

"Yeah." He laughed again, moving closer to her. "We're actually pretty good together. She showed me a lot of neat stuff. I can make magic balls now! And I'm going to get better at it too." He made a juggling motion, orbs of glimmering orange appearing on them for the instant before his motions sent them up and he began to juggle them before Celestia's eyes.

She applauded gently at the display. "Well done. That's very advanced magic for a beginner."

Trixie cantered in a quick circle, looking as pleased as the cat who had eaten the canary. "It is impressive for any pony, but Trixie is simply that amazing!" She nudged against him. "Tell her; it was Trixie's fantastic tutoring that has enabled you to stand next to her."

"Yeah, Trixie taught me everything I know." Aaron smiled at Celestia. "I didn't even know magic was real before yesterday. Now I'm learning how to do it myself."

Trixie whispered into his ear, rearing up on her hind legs to have a chance at it, "She may have—"

But before she could finish, Celestia continued, "That you a creature capable of magic makes this meeting that much more essential." She inclined her head. "You two seem to be getting along, but are only recently met. Does your kind of creature make fast friends?"

Aaron blushed faintly and shook his head. "No, but Trixie makes for a pretty good exception." He put an arm around her withers, his smile widening. "She's the best."

Trixie fell to all fours with quite the pleased expression. "Is it any wonder? He adores Trixie from her hooves up to her ears. Fortunately, Trixie likes being adored. Now, how can we help you? You didn't summon us just to say hello to him, did you?"

Celestia gave a musical laugh. "No, I summoned you because of a troubling matter." She grew more serious as she said, "Our relationship with ponies of other lands is tenuous at best. I had a thought, why not send a diplomat that can help turn their frowns to brighter expressions? Trixie Lulamoon, are you ready for such a task?"

Trixie laughed. "The Great and Powerful has defeated others in combat, challenged them in tricks, and when they least expected it, made them the fools! It is Trixie's job to make friends of these distant ponies." She raised a hoof to her chest. "She will do it gladly." She leaned in with a sneer. "But she will expect payment for her time and efforts." She pointed back at Aaron. "And him too! He is accompanying me. He deserves it."

Aaron chuckled. "Yeah, I'm all about going on a trip like that." He grinned at Celestia. "No problem here."

Celestia laughed softly. "My, you two are already very much a team, aren't you?" She directed with her horn. "See the financier. She will gladly see you get your advance, and the rest of it when you return." She pulled over a map with her magic and pointed. "This is where I want you to go first."

Trixie saw, not far from their destination, was a place labeled "The Badlands". That couldn't be a good sign. But she pushed it from her mind. There were no quests without risk!

Aaron perked. "Isn't that where the changelings are?" He pointed at the Badlands.

Celestia nodded. "It is. They're doing their best to reform it, but it remains named that for now. Still, this doesn't involve them. We are already quite friendly with the changelings. No, the place you are visiting is a realm of ponies and other creatures, mostly other creatures."

Trixie edged back into the conversation, determined to have a part. "Are they dangerous? Trixie will be happy to defend herself and her assistant, but she would rather not fight some vast, evil dragon."

Celestia waved that away. "Actually, the creatures bare a stronger resemblance to your new 'pet'. That is, in part, why I called for you. You two are perfect for this assignment."

Aaron blushed faintly at the idea of that. "We're going to be ambassadors from Equestria?"

"Exactly." Celestia sank to her haunches, still quite tall against Trixie, but about at eye level with Aaron. "If it goes well, there are other places that may use your touch. Consider this a test run."

Trixie flipped her mane, raising her head proudly. "Trixie will be certain to get things exactly right the first time."

"Great." Celestia straightened. "I'll send word ahead and prepare you a guide."

With things settled, Trixie led Aaron from the room, gathered the advance payment, and onwards to her cart. "It is unfortunate that Trixie's body is so much more suited to this." She got the harness and slipped into it. "Up up!" Her command was like that aimed at a dog. Despite that, Aaron did hop onto the wagon and found his spot at the top of it.

The entire walk down towards the streets, he had the princess on his mind. "Celestia seemed pretty nice, don't you think?" He chuckled softly. "Not what I was expecting at all."

Trixie turned an ear back at him as she walked along placidly. "What were you expecting? You sounded like you knew who she was."

"I do! Did? Still do." He shrugged with a tense laugh. "She's just nice, and puts off this real vibe that makes you relaxed around her. Like a mom you don't want to make sad, but who probably makes the best cookies ever."

Trixie smirked. "Celestia is definitely ancient, though she doesn't look it. She might know some delicious cookie recipes. Trixie could try some, if she can get it out of her." She snorted. "In any event, we know where we are headed." She glanced over her shoulder. "If ever you wish to take a turn drawing the wagon, Trixie wouldn't stop you."

As easy as Trixie made it look, the wagon had significant weight, more than a human wanted to pull if they had the choice. "That is more a horse job, sorry. You know I would if I could."

She sighed and turned back to her walking. "Yes, well, Trixie feels quite certain Celestia didn't go to all this trouble just for a pony to pull a wagon." She perked a little. "It would seem she hired you, and got Trixie as a bonus." She rolled her eyes. "Silly mare, doesn't she realize Trixie will be doing most of the talking."

"You really are amazing, you know that?" He petted along her withers gently from behind and above.

Trixie made a soft sound of approved pleasure. "Trixie is glad you realize that. Now, it will take some time to get there. We'll have a few nights out. We'll have to get by with one another for warmth and comfort."

Aaron laughed softly. "Just us and a campfire under the stars. That sounds great to me. I love being with you."

She glanced back at him, not without affection. "Well, Trixie prefers to be warm, and you're warmer than most."

They set out through the gates of Canterlot, the noises of the city fading behind them. "Now, just to be clear, if you see something dangerous, Trixie expects you to protect her from it. She can't use her magic if she's already gobbled up."

He blushed. "I don't think it would come to that. But I promise, if we get into any trouble, I'll take care of you."

She smiled. "Good pet." The road carried them towards their destination. They descended from the mountain with each slow turn, making their time towards the badlands and the town beyond it. "Trixie chose well, as usual."

Author's Note

Begin adventure arc! I'm sure nothing horrible or naughty will happen to our lucky protagonists. Right? (This is where you whisper a few ideas if you wish)

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3 - Furries

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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4 - A New Town

The next day, they entered town. Aaron strode at Trixie's side. The town was lively with all manner of creatures. Many were bipedal, but others were on all fours. The ponies hurried as if they had urgent business, while many of the others strolled casually about. It was quite an interesting town to behold. "So where are we going first?"

Trixie chuckled softly. "Patience, minion. First we will find a place to put our things, and then Trixie will seek out the leader of this place." She looked left and right, scanning carefully. "Keep your eyes open for some open land to place our stage. We're hardly ready without that."

Aaron nodded quickly. "You got it, Trixie." He ruffled her mane just past her hat. "I'm on the case."

He jogged forward into the crowd, becoming lost, but only briefly. "Here!"

The area he found wasn't bad. It had a few rocks sticking up from the ground, but there was plenty of room around them, and some shade to make it pleasant for Trixie to work in. She sat and wriggled free of her harness. "This will do, minion. Trixie was wise choosing you." She pointed to her wagon. "Deploy the stage."

"You got it." He hurried around to the back of the wagon, unfolding the magical stage. He managed to get it set up without her assistance, bringing it around in front of her as she stood, looking pleased. "How's this?"

She climbed onto the stage and threw her hooves wide. "Ah, Trixie's faithful stage." She fell back to all fours. "It's lovely and ready. Aaron, minion, you keep an eye over it while Trixie visits the mayor or whomever is in charge of this place."

Aaron waved at her as she headed off. He turned to face the crowd, seeing plenty of creatures wandering around. "Hey, come see our show!" He'd practiced his speech a few times, and he was prepared to use it. "It'll be starting later." He dug out a handful of leaflets to hand to creatures that seemed open to it. "You won't believe your senses! Come behold the amazing, the incredible, the Great and Powerful Trixie!"

Several creatures approached. One asked, "Do you really have a pony?" It seemed genuinely amazed by that fact. "All the ones I met don't like being looked at."

Aaron hummed at that. "Well, this one loves having eyes on her. Come and join the crowd as she bedazzles and amazes!"

Trixie would have been proud of her minion, but she was busy pressing into the cluttered office they called a 'town hall.'

It wasn't an easy thing for her to do. There were odd creatures hanging about, all trying to get their voice heard. She took it all in stride. In truth, this place wasn't terribly different from a small pony town, despite not being ruled by ponies. If it wasn't for the clutter, and all the bodies desperately trying to be heard, it would, perhaps, rate as acceptable.

She didn't have to wait long before a short, furred creature waddled over to her. He looked like a guinea pig, but he could talk. "What can I do for you?"

Trixie glanced past him at all the others. "Trixie is not opposed to being seen first, but she wonders why you came to her when so many others have been waiting before her, without her shouting first." She suddenly pricked. "Oh, have you heard of Trixie before? Of course you have! It's so obvious now."

"Oh, um, no." The guinea pig shuffled in place. "It's just that ponies don't like being in public, so we get them in and out as quickly as we can."

Trixie considered that with a hum. "Trixie has plenty of experience dealing with the public. Still, Trixie wishes to speak with whoever is in charge. You know, about being friendly with Equestria."

The creature frowned at that. "The princesses send someone when they wish to speak with us. Unless you're an emissary?" He looked hopeful. "We haven't had one of those come to us yet."

Trixie flashed a smile at that. "You have guessed exactly what Trixie is. Now see your emissary forward, hm? She would love to meet with this place's leaders."

The creature scratched his chin. "The elders are all rather busy today, but I think I can get someone for you." He seemed to brighten at that. "Come on, follow me!" He led the way to the office of a tall female cat.

She steepled her fingers at Trixie came in. "Are you here to make another demand?"

Trixie offered a winning smile. "Nothing like that. Trixie is here to build bridges with this wonderful community." She tipped her hat at the feline. "You wouldn't be an elder, would you?"

The cat snorted and glared at Trixie's guide. "Get out of here." She waved them off as they fled. "He calls all of us that. I'm not old enough to be an 'elder'. Anyway, bridges? Where are you from?"

"Trixie comes from Equestria." Trixie puffed out her chest proudly. "As did Aaron, the finest assistant Trixie has ever had. You may have seen him preparing the stage. Tall, two legs, mostly furless."

The cat sneered at that. "Actually, yes. I had questions about that." She leaned over her desk towards Trixie. "And you have questions for me. We can both be happy today. What does Equestria want with us?"

Trixie flinched back. "Does it have to be about what Equestria wants? Can't it just be a friendly visit?"

"No." The cat leaned back in her chair. "They don't send ponies like you just to say hi."

Trixie waved it away. "Well, fine. You caught Trixie. They sent her to get all official about friendship. They want allies."

The cat rose from her chair. "Interesting. Well, that might not go so badly for us." She offered her paw. "You can call me Rubi."

"Rubi? Really? Trixie inclined her hat. "And Trixie is Trixie. What is required to finish this, hm?"

Rubi motioned with a paw. "I just need you to sign this. It will let us put in the request to have the elders meet with you and your pony-loving pet." She laughed at that. "Don't think I didn't see where his eyes kept wandering."

Trixie scoffed. "Where he looks isn't something she can control." She moved closer. "The sooner this is finished, the sooner Trixie can get back to her act."

"Well then, just sign here." She slid a paper before Trixie.

Trixie looked ready to do just that when hesitation came over her. "This is too easy. Trixie is too clever! What are you having her sign?

Rubi hissed at that. "Can you get it done and get out of here?" She scowled. "Look, you sign this, and we'll arrange a meeting for you. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

Trixie waved one hoof lightly. "At what price? Trixie has paid dear prices for things in the past, so she knows better than that."

"Prices? What are you talking about? This is just a meeting request. It's not like it's going to enslave you or anything." Rubi ground her teeth. "So sign it or get out of my office."

Trixie inclined her head, then lowered her eyes to the paper, actually reading over it. As Rubi had said, it was a simple request for a meeting. There were no secret bits. She grabbed a quill with her magic and quickly scribbled her ornate signature. "A pleasure doing business with you."

Rubi made a soft hissing sound as she took the paper back. "Just go already. I have work to do."

"Oh, but don't you wish to see Trixie's amazing stage?" She pointed the way outside. "She will be both amazing and astounding!"

Rubi considered her words a moment. "Well, I suppose I could." She reached down and produced a pair of opera glasses. "If you insist."

Trixie turned smartly on her hooves and trotted out into the hall. With satisfaction in her heart, she hurried back to Aaron's side. "Minion! How have things gone while Trixie was away?"

Aaron scratched at the back of his neck. "It's been pretty good, actually. I've got a few people coming for sure, and some asking about the show, but I didn't get around to really selling any tickets."

Trixie waved that away. "Don't expect tickets unless we're inside somewhere. Points for thinking of it, Aaron, but not for today, hm." She rubbed against him as she walked past. "You did well."

He moved alongside her. "Where are we going now?"

"Trixie must prepare for tonight." She vanished into her wagon, cramped as it was while being unfolded into a stage. "But she has started what we need. We are making progress, as if they could resist Trixie."

Aaron ducked into the wagon after her, taking his usual seat, just behind and to the side of Trixie's place of power. "I hope this goes well. I can't believe you actually got in there so fast."

"You have doubts?" Trixie fluttered her lashes. "This is the Great and Powerful Trixie we're speaking of. Getting things done is her specialty. But if you are so worried, then stay backstage with Trixie. She would not mind some company."

He perked at that. "Can I?"

"You wish to make yourself useful, do you not? Besides, Trixie prefers your attention to the antics of others. And, oh!" She perked up. "It occurs to her that she can continue teaching you the language of ponies."

It wasn't as if he couldn't speak to ponies. He had been since arriving. Still, the more ornate words eluded him. He stood up just to crash beside her on her hammock. "I'm all ears, especially if it's you."

She laughed softly at that, wiggling into place beside him. She propped herself up, laying against his chest as she turned to him. "Repeat after Trixie: Thy scion seeks sustenance."

He repeated those words slowly in the Ponish they were spoken. She rubbed under his chin and nuzzled as he got things right. Getting things wrong got little nips, but he didn't seem to mind those much. It was all play between them, and they got through it, both smiling.

When she was certain he'd gotten that one right, she tried another. "One: thou, two: thy, three: thine." She showed her teeth at him. "Unless it's a sentence like 'Trixie's', where it's 'my'."

He followed along faithfully as they worked. It hardly seemed like labor when it involved listening and responding to Trixie. That she didn't mind being pet during such lessons certainly helped.

"Alright, you've done well today. Soon, Trixie will be able to trust you with the important parts of her speech." She stretched her neck to lick his nose. "Until then, you'll just have to do your best for her, won't you? It should be about time. Come, let's impress the crowd that's gathered to see us."

Author's Note

No hot stuff this chapter, but they had to get settled in, right?

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5 - Marry Me?

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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