Chapter 4: Sugar!

*NOTE*

Yeah, I know this chapter is kinda short, but it was Halloween and I didn't do a fucking thing.  This chapter is heavy on back story and sarcasm.  Enjoy!

“I don’t... I can’t...WHY!”  I screamed.  My only true love in life, lost...

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie is going to ask a stupid question.  How...do you feel?”  She asked me.

        “How do I feel?  What do I say?  IN THE END IT ALL GOES AWAY!”  I screamed.  Goodbye love...  I hope I can see you soon in a better life.  Wait... there are tits and a vagina around me.  Nope, didn’t help, still sad.

        “Uh...  The Great and Powerful Trixie is going to go look for something to eat.  I’ll leave you down here with your... thoughts I guess.”  She said as she walked away.

        I sat on my knees in front of the distorted mess that was my Nintendo 64.  All the great times.  All the games beat.  All the falcon punches on Smash Bros.  At least none of the games are destroyed.  Still, it’s going to be a bitch finding another Nintendo 64.  Maybe I should apologize for overreacting to Trixie.  Nah, I wasn’t overreacting at all.

        After sulking over my destroyed system I made my way up the stairs.  I made my way into the kitchen to be greeted by the again naked Trixie reaching for some snacks on the top shelf.  This granted me a great view of her hindquarters, and what a great view it was.  Should I dress her again?  No, another round of dress up and I don’t think we’ll leave the bed.  I smiled at the sight of her trying to reach whatever it was she was trying to get.  Finally she got the food she was trying to get, and she turned around with a box of Party Mix and gave me a questioning stare.

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie request to know if this food is any good?”  She asked... kinda, I guess?  I’m still getting use to her speech.

        “I really need to teach you how to speak less... confusingly.”  I said.

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie does not know what is wrong with her way of speech.”  She said.

        “You talk in the third person... stop it.”  I said.

        “But this is how The Great and Powerful Trixie likes talking.  I don’t see why I should stop.”  She said.

        “THERE!  Right there!  You mixed first person, and third person.  WHY?!”  I asked.

        “You don’t expect The Great and Powerful Trixie to constantly say her name all the time do you?”  She asked.

        “I... I... Well...  I’m done.  Yes, that is a great snack food to answer your first question that you had.”  I said.

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie shall eat it then!”  She said.

        “So...  where did you say you were from again?”  I asked.

        “Ponyville originally, I grew up with great powers in magic seeing as I was a unicorn.  I made my living doing shows- I mean... Uh, defeating beasts!  I can, well could perform all sorts of magical feats.  It seems that in this world my magical powers have been stripped from me.”  She finished sadly.

        “Ponyville, and magical powers?  Fuck it, I’ll play along.  What kind of magical powers did you have?”  I asked.

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie had magical powers that could rival those of Celestia and Luna!”  She said, beaming with pride.

        “Wow, that’s amazing.  Who the fuck are Celestia and Luna?”  I asked.

        “You don’t know who Celestia and Luna are?”  She asked.

        “Nope, never heard of them.  Wait!  Luna means Moon.  Fuck yeah, 7th grade science.”  I said.

        “Uh... Well anyway.  Celestia is...”  She seemed stuck in thought, then her face contorted into a smile.  “Celestia and Luna were the evil rulers of Equestria, but The Great and Powerful Trixie vanquished them.  Sadly there one helper is still at large, her name is Twilight.  She embarrassed- I mean tried to embarrass me during a show- I mean... well yeah a show.”  She said.

        Well that has to be the most truthful thing I’ve heard my entire life.  There is no reason I would doubt what she just said.  Fuck it, I’ll play along again.  I better get my reward.  Well my dick better get the reward.

        “Huh.  So you’re pretty powerful?”  I asked.

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie is indeed powerful.”  Her face face changed from pride, to worried.  “You believe me... don’t you?”  She asked.

        “Sure.  Why not?  You aren’t like any girl I’ve seen before.”  I said.

        “Good!  So...  The Great and Powerful Trixie is getting bored.  What do you... what are you called again?”  She asked.

        “Humans, we are called humans.”  I said.

        “What do you humans do for fun?”  She asked.

        “Well, normally we watch TV among other things”  I said.

        We sat in front of the television and I turned it on.  The channel that was currently on was TLC.  After a few minutes of Honey Boo Boo.  Trixie was getting annoyed it seemed.

        “What is this trash you humans call entertainment?”  She asked.

        “Yeah... I guess I’ve missed out on the current television craz.  Maybe we should try another channel.  One more minute of this human pig and I think I’ll be sick.”  I said.  I surfed the channels.  Nothing.  Absolute shit.

        “Maybe we should try the computer.”  I said.

        “What is this computer?”  She asked.

        “Well, it’s the single most important piece of technology ever created.”  I said, as I pressed the power button.  I pulled up a chair and she took a seat.

        The computer powered on and I pulled up the Firefox and showed her the wonders of the internet.

        “So, you’re telling The Great and Powerful Trixie that the greatest bands on earth are Slayer and System of a Down, and the best form of entertainment is shooting people?”  She asked.

        “Yeah, pretty much.”  I said.

        “And if people disagree, you call them a faggot?”  She asked.

        “Yeah, that’s about right.”  I said.

        “This world is better than I thought.”  She said.

        It was a little past three in the afternoon when my stomach started to grumbled for food.  I left Trixie at home and drove to a burger joint and got some food.  I returned to the house to find Trixie asleep on the couch, still naked.  I wonder if she is still cold?  Eh, it won’t kill her.  I bet her nipples are tired of being pointy though.  I tapped her on the shoulder and she awake to see me holding the food.

        “Is that for me?”  She asked, rubbing her eyes.

        “Uh... yeah?”  I said.

        “What is it?  It smells... actually kinda good.”  She said.

        “Hamburgers and french fries.  The greatest meal in America.”  I said.

        She decided to get dressed before she ate.  Goddammit.  I handed her the food after she finished getting dressed, and she smelled it, and took a bite out of the hamburger.  She then took a fry and took a small bite from it.  What happened next I can’t really explain.  It’s like she became a lawn mower with a mouth.  The food seemed to almost instantly disappear.  I barely had a few bites out of my food and hers was completely gone.

        “Well.  I’ll assume the all power Trixie enjoyed her meal.”  I said.

        “I certainly did.”  She said.  “What do you suggest we do now?  The Great and Powerful Trixie is tired.”  She said.

        After I finished my meal I decided to put in a DVD.  Lord of the Rings.  For some reason I figured it would kinda fit in with her interest, or delusions.  Whatever you want to call them.  It was almost 5, and this is a three hour movie.  Oh God...  I haven’t slept all day.  Jesus, I guess time flies when you’re around The Great and Doable Trixie.

        Trixie was sitting on her own couch, completely mesmerized by the movie.  She seemed to be taking mental notes about Gandalf, and kept saying no fair every time he did something magical.  Something tells me she isn’t as powerful as she is letting on.  I tried to stay awake through the move but sadly sleep overtook me.  I had dreams of giant Nintendo 64’s asking me why I betrayed them.

        I awoke suddenly.  I felt a slight weight on top of me.  I opened my eyes and was greeted by the mischievous smile of Trixie.  Her cloths that she put on before dinner were now missing.  I guess she realized that I liked her naked more than clothed.

“I’m starting to think you should just give up on wearing clothes.  They always end up gone.”  I said as I put my hand against her chest.  “One way or another I continued.”

“Care to finish teaching your sex lesson to The Great and Powerful Trixie?”