Chapter 2: Questions and answers

Okay Matt, how do you go about this?  I was staring at a no doubt beautiful woman in front of me, with no clothes on, begging me to help her put the clothes on.  Shit, now she is noticing my eyes on her, this can’t be good.  Or maybe it will be!  But it probably won’t knowing my ability to fuck up things.

        “Well?  The Great and Powerful Trixie is waiting for you to assist her.”  She said.

        “Yeah, one second.  It’s just, I haven’t done something like this in awhile.”  I said.

        “What?  Help out The Great and Powerful Trixie?  I’d assume not, seeing as I’ve only met you today.”  She said.

        “Not that.  I’ve helped out a lot of people, just not by doing something like this.”  I said.

        “Like what?”  She asked, then deciding to pay no mind to my statement.  “Oh, never mind.  The Great and Powerful Trixie is getting cold, and it would seem that theses bag like objects on my chest are growing bumps.  Well just two, one for each bag.”  She said.

        Should I tell her?  Nope.  It much more entertaining this way.  “Okay, let me see about how I should tackle this situation.”  I said.  It was at that time she handed me the shirt she randomly must have picked out of my closet, and just stood there with her arms crossed.  I guess I wouldn’t have much patience if I was naked either.  I decided to start with the shirt first, seeing as it was the only thing she handed me.

“Okay, uh, put your arms up over your head.”  I instructed.

        She gave me a somewhat bored expression, and then did as I instructed.  I slipped the shirt over her head, and she put her arms in the sleeves.  The shirt itself was a T-shirt, with the words “System of a Down” on it, written in red text.

        “Theses bags seem to need more support.”  Trixie stated.  “They are starting to become annoying.  Is there anyway to remove them?”  She asked me.

        “NO!  I mean, uh, no.  Not that I know of.”  I said.  If they get removed, then what fun would this be?

        “Okay.  What did you say your name was again?  The Great and Powerful Trixie believes you would be of help later.”  She said.  I kinda wish she would just ask me to fuck her already.

        “It’s Matthew, or Matt for short.”  I said.

        “Okay, Matthew.  Thank you for helping The Great and Powerful Trixie get dressed.”  She said.  Did she seriously think that all she needed was a shirt to get dressed?

        “Uh... you need to put on more than just a shirt to be considered dressed.”  I said.

        “What?  What more could The Great and Powerful Trixie need?”  She asked.

        “Well, some panties, but since I don’t own any, I guess you can borrow some of my underwear.”  I said.

        “What would The Great and Powerful Trixie need this ‘underwear’ you speak of for?”  She asked.

        “Well, to cover your, ass area?”  I said.

        “My what?!  Are you saying that a part of me looks like a donkey?!”  She asked.

        God...dammit.  “No, no, no.  That’s not what I’m saying.  Let me put this another way.  Underwear is used to cover your... uh.  Well fuck.  Your backside?  Yeah your backside, yeah, we’ll go with that.”  I said.

        “My... backside?”  She asked.  “You mean this part?”  She asked while reaching around to her back, not butt.

        “Um.. lower.”  I said.

        She reached to her lower back, getting close, but still not exactly what I was talking about.  “No, go even lower.”  I said.

        She finally hit it.  Well more like touched it, if she would have hit her ass I think my dick would have grown legs and cut out the middleman.  “Has The Great and Powerful Trixie finally found it?”  She asked.

        “Yeah, you got it.”  I said.  I then went to where my underwear in the drawer of my wooden cabinet that also held my TV.  I picked out a pair of black colored briefs, and handed them to her.

        “There, that should fit.”  I said.

        She cleared her throat at me.  I turned to her.  “What?”  I asked.

        “I do believe you agreed to help The Great and Powerful Trixie get her clothes on.  I presume this is a piece of clothing?”  She asked.

        She expects me to get on my hands and knees and put her feet through the briefs, then raise them up her legs, smooth legs.  Then go by her for some reason shaven pussy,  a nice one.  And then finish.  Well hopefully she expects me to be finished in more than one way.

        “Yes, it’s a piece of clothing.”  I said.

        “So that means you’re going to help put the clothing on The Great and Powerful Trixie?”  She asked.

        “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”  I said.  Not really sad about having to do it, just more nervous about what may... or not may not happen.

        “Then get to it Matt.  The Great and Powerful Trixie rewards those who follow her instructions”  She said.  Okay, what the fuck does that mean?  I don’t know if I should be excited because she is going to reward me, or feel insulted because I’m being talked to like a dog.  Eh, I’ve never been one to start an argument that could deny me sex.

        I then got on my knees with the underwear in hand.  I put her left foot through the proper hole, then followed suit with the right foot.  I then put my hands on the rubber area and pulled it up.  My hands happened to be in the front.  If this was on purpose, or by accident, I have no idea.  All I know is that my fingertips are about to brush up against something awesome.  I pulled them up to her special place and just as I planned, or didn’t plan.  You don’t know, you weren’t there.  I’m not a pervert!  Well, as I was saying, my fingertips brushed up against her slit.

        She moaned slightly in response.  Her eyes went from being filled with pleasure, to being filled with confusion, then back to arrogance.  I will assume that arrogance is their normal setting.

        “What did you just do that made The Great and Powerful Trixie feel that... that... well THAT?”  She asked.

        “Yeah, I’m sorry.  But I’ll have you know it was totally an accident and not planned at all.  I mean I don’t even know someone who would plan such a thing.  Certainly not me, I’m not that type of guy at all ever.”  I said.

        “Something tells The Great and Powerful Trixie that you meant to do that.”  She said.

        “Now what would give you that idea?”  I asked.

        “You must show The Great and Powerful Trixie that sensation again some time.  But for now I must discuss something with you.”  She said.  I would like to tell her that underwear, and a shirt that is housing some of the nicest ‘bags’ I’ve ever seen isn’t all that getting dressed has to offer, but fuck it.  This could get interesting.  Besides I was technically just promised sex.  So score one for my dick.

        I followed her out of my room, feeling a bit disappointed that whatever she wanted to discuss, couldn’t have taken place on a bed.

        She stopped in the front room.  She sat herself on the couch and motioned for me to sit by her.  Say one cushion away from her and awaited the discussion.

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie would like to make it known that she likes what you’ve done for her.  She would now like to ask you for another favor.”  Trixie said.

        “And what would that be?”  I asked.

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie would like to know if she could stay here for a little while.  I have no other place to live, and it would seem that someone lied to me.  So what do you say?  Can The Great and Powerful Trixie stay here?”  She asked.

        “Yeah, sure, whatever.  What was that about someone lying to you?”  I asked.

        “If you must know, The Great and Powerful Trixie was outside of a bar, when a powerful wizard approached.  He told me he could turn me into one the most powerful beings imaginable!  I agreed but he had a few conditions.”  She said

        I think I can guess them.

        “I had to pay him 300 bits.  The Great and Powerful Trixie always has money on her!  I’ve never been poor in my life!”  She said.

        That sounds like bullshit.

        “I also had to show him a good time.  Whatever that meant.  So I agreed, but as soon as we went to his room in a hotel, he seemed disappointed.  I don’t know why.”  She said.

        Yeah, I wonder why.  If I had her in my room, I think I would be the opposite of disappointed... wait, I did have her in my room, and I was disappointed.  It’s all starting to make sense now.

        “He asked me to do some really weird things, I refused, The Great and Powerful Trixie does not do such weird things with a Colt she doesn’t even know!  But oddly enough he still agreed to do the spell.”  She said.

        I don’t believe a fucking word of this, but at least it’s more entertaining than not staring at a hot chick in very little clothes.

        “So anyways, he did the spell and then The Great and Powerful Trixie awoke in here!  Wherever here is.”  She thought for a moment.  “Maybe the spell somehow got tampered with!  Maybe he botched it!”  She said.

        Okay, I’ll play along.  “So what you’re suggesting is that this all powerful wizard.  One of the greatest around.  A master at magic was performing a basic teleportation spell, and messed it up?  That seems so legit.”  I said.

“What do you think you have a better understanding of it?  The Great and Powerful Trixie is the most intelligent mare around!”  Trixie said.

        “Well first of all you aren’t a horse, and second of all the only reason you’re probably here is because he wanted to fuck you, and you didn’t let him.”  I said.  It was so obvious.  How could she have not figured this out?

        “He wanted to do what to The Great and Powerful Trixie?”  She asked.

        “Yeah, you’re pretty cute, it wouldn’t surprise me that he tried to fuck you.”  I said.

        “No, The Great and Powerful Trixie meant to ask what does fuck mean... and wait what!  You think The Great and Powerful Trixie is.. cute?”  She asked, somewhat embarrassed.

        Yes.  Now we’re getting somewhere.  “Yeah, you’re really cute I think.”  I said.

        “Well of course The Great and Powerful Trixie is cute.  I am not just cute, I am the most beautiful mare in all the world!”  She said, her arrogance making a thundering return.  Typical of a woman with the looks of hers act like this.

        “Now please inform The Great and Powerful Trixie what this ‘fucking’ is.  You have sparked my interest.”  She said.  Oh God, she really needs to stop referring to herself in the third person.  For the longest time I thought someone else was in the room with me.

        “You don’t know what fucking means?  You know, it means banging.”  I said.

        “What dose banging mean?”  She asked.

        A sly smile crossed my lips.  “It means fucking.”  I said.

        “You think you can act smart with The Great and Powerful Trixie?”  She asked.

        “Yeah, I kinda do.”  I said, the same sly smile painted across my lips.

        She then did the unspeakable.  I mean she is the last person I would have done something like she is about to do.

        Trixie than sprung from the cushion by me to right on top of me.  She had my arms pinned down and had a victorious smile on her lips.  “The Great and Powerful Trixie is also strong!”  She shouted victoriously.

        Yeah, we’ll see about that.  I quickly planted my hands on her shoulders and moved my leg over hers.  I then quickly spun her around.  Thankfully the couch wasn’t too small, or we would have fallen on our asses.  Now my face was the one over hers.  Her face now wore something completely different from victory.  It now reflected embarrassment, mixed with... was that horyness I spotted on her?  Now this is starting to get interesting.

        I changed my smile from sly, to mischievous.  “So...  You want to know what fucking is?”  I asked.