Chapters Trixie’s Preposterous Adventure
Chapter 1. Zecora’s Curse
Trixie’s Preposterous Adventure
by: Grape Parfait
Chapter 1. Zecora’s Curse
My hooves pounded the ground furiously as I galloped away from Ponyville as quickly as I could. The canopy of the Everfree forest slowly closed over itself as I continued to trek deeper and deeper into the forest. The path I had been following became fainter until it abruptly ended into a thicket of brambles. I stutter stepped as I tried to stop quickly but clumsily fell into the thorny brush. Its’ green thorns drew thin lines of red across my back and flanks as I flailed back into a standing position. I stomped angrily and painfully back towards the path as the brambles attempted to pull me back into their stabbing grip. I looked back to where I came from but realized that the path I had been following was too faint to be found again. I was lost.
“Stupid thorns!” I blubbered as tears fluttered down my cheeks and into my mouth. “Now what is Trixie supposed to do?” I turned around and noticed a very oddly colored pony.
“Settle down and look behind. What you seek surely isn’t difficult to find?” The female zebra rhymed as she turned around and trotted off into the woods.
“Wait! Wait for Trixie!” I called as I followed the Zebra. She led me to a ramshackle bungalow covered by rotten smelling ferns and crawling vines. She ducked under the ledge of a log at the entrance and I followed afterwards. The insides of the bungalow reeked more intensely than outside, a small cauldron adorned the center while the perimeter was lined with shelves holding many different containers. Dust wafted and danced lazily through the streaks of sunlight that filtered through the perforated roof. “Who are you? Trixie demands to know!”
“Zecora the zebra is my name. Helping ponies is my game.” The striped-grey earth pony rhymed as she dunked a soiled looking rag into the cauldron.
“Trixie does not need any help! The only thing she needs is more power!” I scolded Zecora. The zebra turned around quickly then tackled me to the ground. I struggled fiercely as she placed the dirty rag over my muzzle. The cottage spun in complete dizzying circles as I collapsed.
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“The power that you seek through lust… A lesson in humility is a must!” Zecora’s voice echoed repeatedly in my ears as my eyes flitted open. I woozily stood up from my prone position in the grass. My headache hammered a beat in my ears as I stammered about. I pushed the top of my head against a nearby tree and ran my unicorn’s horn against the bark. I gauged my horn angrily into the tree and cut a deep groove. As I looked up I realized my vision was brutally struck dark again as I tumbled head over hooves. I groaned in pain as a pegasus quickly hopped up and stammered about. I shrugged off the impact the best I could and checked to my relief that I wasn’t injured in the crash.
“Hey! What’d you do that for?” I grumped at the light grey pegasus.
“Oh! I’m sorry! I’m such a featherbrain!” She chirped happily as she took a hesitant step towards me. Her foreleg was scraped from the accident and she held her hoof off the ground. I pulled a hooferchief from my hat then cinched it around her injury with a little bow knot. “Thank you! Mister…?” She gingerly asked for my name.
“I am the great and powerful Trixie!” I exclaimed as I adjusted my square show hat and posed in a way I hoped was awe-inspiring. Weird, my hat changed due to last night’s magic.
“Wow! You’re a show stallion?” The pegasus mare cheered. “By the way, I’m Ditzy Doo!”
“Yes, well Ditzy, I need to be somewhere else at this moment. So if you don’t mind…”
“I don’t mind, where do you need to go?”
“If you must know, I need to find…” My head surged with pain as I tried to form the words to describe the zebra that cursed me. My stomach abruptly grumbled loudly. “Trixie needs to find some food.”
As I entered the market I paid nopony any mind as I trotted along towards the bakery. I couldn’t believe that I was back and unharmed after what happened. I broke my stride as I finally arrived at Sugarcube Corner, Ditzy Doo opened the door and I trotted in after her.
“Aww, come on Pinkie Pie! I’m only short one bit! Please let me have the muffin. Pretty please?” The grey pegasus whined to a pink earth pony behind the cashier counter.
I looked through the display cases and immediately found what I wanted. I scrunched up my muzzle and sauntered next to the petite grey pegasus. “Here.” I retrieved three bits from my coin purse and tossed them onto the counter. “Two bits for my muffin and one for the pegasus?”
“Oh? Thank you.” She exclaimed as she quickly pecked my cheek then dashed out of the bakery. The pink pony behind the counter gave me my muffin with cheerful zeal and I left as well.
On the patio in front of Sugarcube corner there were a few tables and sitting cushions. The grey pegasus waived to me and I sat on the cushion next to her. I mindlessly nibbled on my muffin as I let my mind wander. I still couldn’t believe that I wasn’t hurt at all after my encounter with Zecora. If anything my shoulder was becoming sore from Ditzy crashing into me. My eyes jumped around the market and it seemed weird that all of the other ponies appeared smaller than me now. My eyes wandered of their own accord under the table for a moment. The grey pegasus moved her hind leg slightly to the side, showing me a clear view of her teats. Normally I wouldn’t care and would think it was an accident but a few moments later I saw her belly moving with her stifled snickers.
“Hey, I’m up here.” She said with a silly chortle.
“Oh! Sorry! Trixie is most apologetic!” I blurted out with a sputter as my voice cracked.
“You know that you have a mare’s name, right?” She scrunched up her face and crossed her eyes.
“What’s wrong with Trixie? I’m a..” I looked under the table again but this time at myself. “stallion. Ugh.”
“Hey! If you’re gonna leer at me at least make it less obvious.” Ditzy chided while snickering.
“Trixie was not leering!” My voice cracked and dropped towards a more masculine tone.
“Ok, ok jeez. I was only teasing you.” She brought her hoof up and twirled the end of her mane around it as she sipped on her water.
“Look… Umm Trixie isn’t usually like this, ok?” I sighed deeply. “Literally not like this.”
“What do you mean?”
“For the love of Celestia, just forget it.” I exasperated. There is simply no way I could tell Ditzy Doo that I was originally a mare. How much sense would it make to explain that I’ve been cursed by a zebra… “Actually, somepony cast a spell on me. I think.”
“Wow! Oooooooo, Do you tell all the mares you meet an adventure story?” Ditzy giggled in disbelief of my story.
“Trixie does not just fabricate fantastical stories for his own benefit… Ok fine, I do embellish the truth though. A little.”
“Ok, I believe you. I like fantastical stories. Hey, you’re a really cool pony, and umm kina cute. Wanna hang out with me?” Ditzy Doo winked. I was taken aback by her forwardness. I think that I had been a stallion no longer than a few hours and she was jumping all over me. Am I really that good looking? I leaned back on my sitting cushion and caught my reflection on one of the glass panes ornamenting Sugarcube Corner. In the reflection was a virtuous looking blue stallion with a short cut mane, totally ripped muscles and my magic moon cutie mark on his flank. My hat had changed to a show stallion’s square purple hat and my cape changed into a fancy white charvet underneath a long tailed purple blazer adorned with multicolored magic stars and effects.
“Of course Trixie is quite handsome.” I answered haughtily.
“You’re so funny, you talk in third-pony all the time.” Ditzy Doo chirped girlishly.
“Well Trixie must figure out how to fix his situation regardless.”
“You’re soo weird!” Ditzy Doo’s stuck the tip of her muzzle almost inside my ear as she whispered. “I like weird. I like it a lot… Follow me.” She grabbed the collar of my blazer and tugged until I stood up. She released her grasp and led me towards the outskirts of town again.
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We stopped outsize a ramshackle house just on the outskirts of Ponyville. Ditzy Doo reached under the dusty doormat and picked up a key. She unlocked the door and invited me inside after placing the key back in its place then closed the door behind me.
“Well here we are.” Ditzy Doo said cheerfully as she pushed the table in the center of the room to one side. She reached over the sofa and laid out a few colorful blankets on top of one another.
“Trixie must be going now. He just isn’t interested in helping you rearrange your den.”
“Wait a sec… Ok done!” Ditzy mumbled as she dropped the last blanket into place on the floor.
“Trixie is perplexed. He must be going to figure out how to get himself out of this terrible situation.”
“What? How is this situation terrible?” Ditzy Doo reached over to me and tried to take my hat off my head.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I huffed and backed away from the grey mare.
“Fine do it yourself. Just put your hat, blazer and shirt on the sofa over there.” Ditzy Doo said in a dopey but definitely sultry voice. I finally understood what was going on.
“You want to have sex?” Ditzy Doo nodded as I questioned the situation like a doofus. “With me? Would you be willing to help me with my problem afterwards?”
“What? You are the weirdest stallion I’ve ever met. And believe me you are because a mare with an astigmatism as bad as mine I attract the weirdest. I should have a trophy.” She sighed as she flopped to her side then ran her forehoof over her barrel. “So either come and get this or get out.”
My heart hammered a few times as I chucked my hat and clothes onto the sofa behind me. I turned back around slowly with an unsure smile on my face. I crept up to the grey mare and placed my muzzle next to her ear. “Trixie is unsure what to do.” I slid the side of my muzzle against her neck and pressed her down onto the blankets causing her to lie completely on her side. I rubbed my face to and fro against her neck and the side of her golden mane causing it to tickle my nose. I sneezed a brisk bout then backed away for a moment. This felt so wrong, yet my pulse continued to increase with each moment.
“Eww… You snotted on me.” Ditzy Doo giggled and waived a forehoof at me. “Come back, we’re not done yet.”
“Trixie is sorry, he feels… apprehensive.” I apologized as Ditzy rolled over a little more then raised her rear leg. Suddenly a warm feeling overcame me as the second time today I glanced at Ditzy Doo’s teats.
I crouched onto my foreknees keeping my rump hoisted in the air as I wandered my nose down Ditzy Doo’s body. I rubbed my face, nose and cheeks against her soft chest dotingly. I rested my ear against her chest and heard each breath she inhaled then exhaled with a shudder.
“Ohhh… Trixie you are so strange.” Ditzy Doo sighed long and deeply. Her top wing fluttered once and smacked the top of my head lightly.
I moved my muzzle over the mare’s squirming stomach with the tip of my mouth leaving little wet marks along the way. Her stomach jerked back then bubbled as she chortled quietly and cooed approval. She spread her hind leg to the highest position she could accomplish while laying on her side. I carefully touched the tip of my muzzle to the side of her boob. I fondly petted the outside of each teat then performed a figure eight and stopped in the middle of both. I slowly stuck my tongue out and licked the spot between both teats. Ditzy Doo’s stomach jumped in as she gasped, I brought my head up and looked at her eyes. Seeing a sidelong smirk on her face urged me to continue. I licked the sides of each teat teasingly a few times causing Ditzy Doo to suck in her gut each time. The mare’s hind legs quivered as I deliberately licked one of her nipples. A deep grunt of consent growled from Ditzy Doo’s neck as I continued to lick the other nipple. I alternated from top nipple to bottom nipple licking then sucking sloppily as my saliva ran a trail under over her teats and onto the blanket beneath her. I pushed my muzzle deeper into her delicious hooters and lost myself in pleasure as my mouth tried to milk each one. Her abdomen stiffened and her teat in my mouth stood erect as her stomach pulled in and tightened.
“Oooo… Trixie! I’m cummin’!” Ditzy Doo gulped as her stomach undulated and her rear legs quivered. My muzzle continued to massage her teats fondly as the heat of the room suddenly moved to my groin. I pushed onto her side and she complied by rolling completely onto her back. I stepped over and straddled Ditzy Doo. She reached her tongue out and swiped at my muzzle fervently as I rubbed my penis over her teats and stomach. After just a few strokes of passion I pulled back my hips a little more this time and plunged it directly into her love canal. The grey mare growled and sneered as her body bobbed back and forth while I rutted her senseless. My groin tensed up then released pressure unexpectedly as a warm euphoric feeling overtook my entire body. My hips slammed one more time upwards then held their position as I felt my penis piston pump its dutiful liquid. I pulled away from Ditzy Doo then stat down a few paces with my back facing her. She quickly rolled over then sat by my side running her muzzle up and down my neck.
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Next time on Trixie’s Preposterous Adventure
by: Grape Parfait
Chapter 2. Carrot on Top
“Trixie, that was awesome.” Ditzy Doo purred. “Although now that you did the whole deed…” She snickered. “You’re probably gonna be a sire.”
“Trixie knows that he is great. But he acknowledges his limitations.” I sniffled.
“What? You’re not gonna leave me with a foal and run off are ya?”
“What? No!” I exasperated. “I just don’t think I want to be royalty.”
Trixie’s Preposterous Adventure
Trixie’s Preposterous Adventure
by: Grape Parfait
Chapter 2. Carrot on Top
Dappled sunlight slowly crept up my hindquarters as I happily snoozed through the comfy spring morning and I was waking up just perfectly. My nose bubbled and popped each time I exhaled a slow drawn out belly breath. The sounds of small woodland creatures chirped and scurried about but caused me no disturbance at all. This was the end of my sleep cycle as I began to stir…
“Take a piece of that eggplant and I’ll add it to the brew while I sing this low descant.” Zecora rhymed as the tone of her voice dropped. She merrily danced around the large cauldron in the middle of the ramshackle hut as she threw a couple of plump eggplants into the cauldron with a large splash.
“Hey! Watch what you’re doing Zecora! You almost got Trixie wet!” I shouted while I hopped away from the water splashing from the cauldron.
“Zecora is finished as you can see and the potion you requested is ready.” The striped zebra soaked and twirled a hoofcloth in the brew that she made.
“You’re sure that this weird concoction that you made will make Trixie more great and powerful?” I backed away a few paces as Zecora advanced towards me with the cloth dripping with potion over her hoof.
“Powerful yes I guarantee but greatness will come after conquering vainity.” She crouched low then sprung forward then tackled me to the ground. The soaked cloth was forcefully smeared over my nose…
I sat bolt upright as my chest heaved and cold sweat ran down my forehead. The blanked wrapped around me toppled a nearby end table as I shot up into a standing position. I scanned the room in terror and quickly realized that I was in Ditzy Doo’s house.
“Hey. Are you alright over there?” Ditzy Doo yelled from the other room and cantered in quickly after hearing the racket I made.
“It’s nothing, I just had a...” I grumbled. “Never mind.”
“Wierd. Very weird.” The grey pegasus snickered then kissed the velvet side of my ear. “Go use the bathroom then we can go get some breakfast!”
“Ok, ok.” I agreed and lazily got to my hooves and took care of my morning routines.
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I held my menu up and covered my face to discreetly peer about the restaurant. The Ponyville Family Restaurants’ white tiled walls were decorated with reflective chrome trim and metallic floral adornments. The booth seats were made from stiff sea foam green vinyl and the table tops had a checkerboard pattern upon the top of each sat a small burgundy radio with a coin slot. Ditzy Doo sat across from me and seemed to be looking for somepony. I paid her no mind as an orange coated mare with attractive curly vermilion locks cantered towards our table.
“Good morning Bubbles! And who is your dashing friend?” The orange mare asked Ditzy Doo with a smile.
“Oh! This is Trixie!” Ditzy Doo leaned closer to the orange coated mare. “He’s really weird.” She snickered as she whispered conspiritually.
“Trixie is not weird… He is just eccentric. Yes, Trixie is eccentric!” I calmly placed the menu I was holding onto the table and cleared my throat.
“Ooooooooooooooooooo! Ha ha ha ha!” The orange mare dallied and chortled as she sat next to me on my cushion. Her shoulder and rear rubbed against mine as she bunny bounced on her keister closer to me. “I mean, I’m Carrot Top. Oh, Ditzy wherever did you find this one?” She exhaled steamily as she lightly gyrated her shoulder to and fro against mine.
“Just outside the forest by my house.” The grey pegasus mare chirped.
“Trixie wants to know what is going on here!” I asked through gritted teeth as I tried in vain to shove the mare pressing against me away. Each time I pushed her away she would just flop back against me with an indulgent groan.
“Oh that’s my filly friend, Carrot Top!” Ditzy enthused as she wiggled her eyebrows. “She likes you Trixie. You should be nice to her.”
“Trixie demands that you cease this craziness!” I complained as I shoved Carrot Top harder and knocked over onto her side this time. Carrot top looked up sidelong from the floor and pouted deeply as tears rimmed her eyes. My heart bumped a few times in my chest as I immediately felt remorse for being so mean. I leaned towards her a little bit and extended my hoof to touch her but she scrunched up her body a little as if she was afraid of me now. “Gah… Ok. Ok. Trixie is sorry for being so … rough. He didn’t mean it.” No sooner had I completed my sentence and Carrot Top hopped back upright and resumed to lean against me. She solemnly rubbed her wet tear tracked muzzle against my neck as she sniveled like a foal. “Trixie does not understand this at all…” I was interrupted as the waitress cantered over to our table.
“Well hello ponies! What will ya’ll be havin’.” The waitress held up her notepad and paper eagerly waiting for our responses.
“Hay bacon with grits, eggs and water.” Ditzy Doo blurted.
“Same.” Carrot Top sighed at me as her hoof dropped around my hindquarters and caressed my inner thigh.
“Ugh… Trixie will have the same.” I said hastily just to get rid of the waitress. The waitress promptly scrawled or orders onto her notepad and made a beeline back into the kitchen.
“Excuse me everpony. But I need to go powder my nose.” Ditzy Doo said suddenly.
“Ok. But don’t take too long, our food should be back in a few minutes.” Carrot Top answered and watched Ditzy Doo disappear into the back of the restaurant. Suddenly the orange mare pushed me away and looked me in the eyes with a fiery glare. A sinister smirk crawled across her muzzle as she jeered, “Look mister… Trixie was it? You’re going to give me what I want and that’s all there is to it.” She growled as her hooves clasped around my withers and shook me lightly.
“Trixie does not understand any of this.” I whined in vibrato as I was shook back and forth. “Wha, What do you want?”
“A foal. You’re going to sire my foal.” She said simply and ceased shaking me. “Do you know how many unicorn stallions are in Ponyville or anywhere for that matter?”
“Ummm… No, Trixie does not.”
“Very few. And I want a unicorn foal, even if the stallion is as Ditzy put it, wierd.” Carrot Top snorted as her face scrunched up in glee. “If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll tell everypony that you raped Derpy the town tart.” She whispered with malice just as Ditzy Doo returned from the restroom. My mind reeled with fear and astonishment of how Carrot Top already knew that Ditzy Doo and I already had carnal relations earlier. Could she smell the sex on me? I know for sure that I had taken a proper shower and everything else that I always do in the morning. Maybe my blazer smelled bad? Thankfully the waitress arrived with our three identical meals which we ate quickly and left bits for the bill and tip.
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One grey mare with a blonde mane walked along my one side while along my other side was an orange colored succubus mare prancing gaily to an unknown merry tune. The two mares corralled me towards Ditzy Doo’s house again. I sighed to myself sulkily as I thought of a way to get back to the way I used to be. Actually as time had passed all I was starting to want now was my regular life back and to not get into these sticky situations. I hazarded a glance towards Ditzy Doo and she returned it with an inane but admittedly cute grin. Even though we had such quick relations already, my heart was becoming fond of her. I turned my head the other way and grimaced as my eyes wandered over the scheming Carrot Top. She quickly noticed me looking and stuck her dark ebony tongue out and spat a few raspberries at me. Suddenly Carrot Top bolted ahead of us then stopped on top of a small hill, nearby a grove of apples trees, which were adjacent to Ditzy Doo’s house.
“Ditzy, watch him and make sure he doesn’t leave this spot. I’ll be right back.” Carrot Top instructed her grey pegasus friend. I sat down in the grass as I pondered a way out of this situation.
“Hey, Trixie.” Ditzy Doo spoke softly with an uncertain expression in her eyes.
“Yea?” I grumbled and turned my head away.
“Do you think you could be nice to Carrot Top?”
“Why should Trixie be nice? Carrot Top is blackmailing Trixie!”
“Well this is her special time if you catch my drift; she doesn’t really want to do this either but as she said. ‘There aren’t many unicorns around’.”
“So you tell her that she needs to be nicer to Trixie. Trixie needs to figure out her own problems, not gallivanting all over Ponyville with a bunch of mares in heat that want unicorn foals!”
“Hey! That’s not fair! That isn’t why I mated with you! Besides you willfully mated with me last night!”
“Trixie does not care. He is tired of this!” I yelled at Ditzy Doo with all of the volume and venom that I could muster. A glint of color caught the corner of my eye as another pony tackled me to the ground, which flung my hat into the air. We rolled furiously end over end until we reached the bottom of the small hill where my withers wedged up against an apple tree’s trunk and my back against the grass. Carrot Top’s nostrils fumed with hatred as she carnivorously bit the lapel of my tuxedo and ripped it off with a jolt of her neck. I quickly covered my chest with my forehooves and tried to protect my beloved ensemble but this only further aggravated Carrot Top. The livid mare reared up on her hind legs and smashed her forelegs onto mine. I cried in pain as the crazy orange mare smacked both sides of my muzzle with her forehooves repeatedly.
“Stop! Trixie! Stop hitting Trixie! Stop!” I sniveled and gasped for a reprieve from the beating I was receiving. My chance for escape quickly closed as Carrot Top stepped off of me, but I just laid there like a dumb foal. I quivered in fear and arousal as she quickly noticed that my penis was standing proud. She lurched her muzzle closer to mine as if she was going to bite me again. Her maw opened slowly as her long flat black tongue sluggishly slurped my lips like she owned me. Her ebony tongue brushed across one side of my face then slurped deviously back into her mouth after she savored my tears. I tentatively touched the tip of my nose against the side of her neck as I begged and pouted for forgiveness.
Like a deadly viper, Carrot Top’s slick onyx tongue snaked out again and probed at my mouth. I opened to interject, of course, but my jaws were quickly filled with the slimy intruder. She bobbed her head back then forward as she wrestled me all the way down against the oily grassy ground. My eyes bulged as her tongue tickled the back of my throat then danced along the edges of my teeth. She sucked her tongue back into her mouth after a long and aggressive moment of dominating mine. Mischievous stars twinkled in her eyes as she burnished her chest against my belly.
“You’re mine now, Trixie.” She giggled as she rubbed her body atop of mine. My penis squeezed a little of its fluids out as it was crammed between the two of us. Her vermillion colored mane covered my face as she bobbed down again to nuzzle against the other side of my face and neck. I considered vocally complaining but extended up and suckled on her ear. She pulled her ear from my grasp and shook her head. While she was distracted I wrapped my entire muzzle around the part of her neck just under her neck and drew her furry skin into my mouth. She swallowed hard as she labored to breath but was able to pull away. Just as she started to back away I scooted her further up my chest so that my penis was no longer trapped between us.
She tried to arch her neck back to look at my eyes again to try to assert her dominance but quickly lost as I separated her pink rear folds. I placed my forehoves atop her shoulders and firmly pressed her away to impale her onto my penis. Her black tongue flapped out of her mouth as she slid down all the way and twisted from side to side. Not wanting to draw attention, I invisibly sparked up my magic horn and started rubbing her clitoris in slow circles. Excited vapor floated from Carrot Top’s mouth as she held her mouth open so I could see down her cavernous throat. Her bleached white teeth contrasted sharply with her completely black tongue, gums and mouth. I felt her lower abdomen contract and release a few times excitedly as she grunted with unbridled sexual lust. Her forelegs straightened and propped the front of her body up a little higher as her breathing became erratic.
“Whatever…What you’re doing, Trixie! What you’re doing, don’t stop!” She panted with each syllable as she tried to hold back her inner feelings. I slowly slid out of her love tunnel then slipped back in with a sharp thrust as my magic twirled as quickly as it could around her love button. “Again!” She demanded and I complied with another pull and push this time even quicker causing drool to collect at the corner of her mouth. Her forelegs and hind legs quivered against my shoulders and sides as I felt her inner tunnel elongate and narrow simultaneously. “Gah! Again” Her head kicked back as she cried desperately and her whole body trembled. I pulled back as far as I could go this time then brought my hips up so quickly that an audible smack sounded during contact. Her forelegs gave out as she orgasmed and writhed on top of me animatedly. Her inner tunnel stretched out just a little further then sprang back to squeeze my penis rhythmically as hard as it could as if her insides were trying to squeeze the very life from me. Just as I thought everything was over a small pang of heat entered the back of my spine at that moment. I quickly hugged Carrot Top’s head to mine as I jutted my abdomen up once more and coated her insides with my stallion seed. I released her hastily and looked off to the side with ruined pride.
“Oooooooooo! That was super sexy!” Ditzy Doo enthused as she cantered to my side then cheekily kissed Carrot Top.
“I’m sorry to say this, Bubbles.” The orange mare smirked. “I’m taking your stallion for myself.” She stood up then walked a few paces away to sit on her haunches. She looked over her shoulder then blew a raspberry at Ditzy Doo with a wink. “Just kidding!”
“Trixie is still sorry…” I rolled back over to my hooves and shook my head a few times in disbelief of what just happened. “And you ripped his suit too!”
“Yea, sorry about that, Carrot Top just gets like that sometimes. Anyways I know just the pony we can see to fix that. Here’s your sparkly hat!” Ditzy Doo reassured me with a happy smile and a pat on the back as I fixed my hat upon my head. “You comin’ with us… Haha! I mean are you gonna accompany us to get Trixie’s blazer fixed?”
“No, just go without me.” The orange mare sulked now with her nose pointed towards the ground. “I said he could go afterwards. He never liked me really… anyways.” I rolled my eyes in my head as I could not for the life of me understand anything anymore. I used to be a mare, why can I not understand them any longer? I trotted up behind Carrot Top and nosed her shoulder once which she turned her head to look me in the eyes. No longer was the mare from before with anger and avarice but was replaced with a sullen and down stricken doe eyed beauty.
“Trixie. He forgives you Carrot Top.” Tears rimmed her shinning eyes as I gathered my courage.
“Really? And Ditzy Doo? You forgive her also? You know because I’m such a bad pony.”
“Especially since you’re a bad pony.” I said as an evil smirk crossed my muzzle which was then quickly covered by Carrot Top’s soft kisses.
“Awwww! This is so awesome!” Ditzy Doo swooned and joined in, bumped Carrot Top a little and kissed the other side of my face and collar. “Anyways, now that we’re done with the rough stuff, let’s go inside and get some snacks!”
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Next time on Trixie’s Preposterous Adventure
by: Grape Parfait
Chapter 3. As long as I've got my suit and tie
“Trixie just wants his tuxedo blazer fixed. That is all.” I demanded with fortitude in my eyes.
“Darling, please. I got everything that you want. But nothing that you need.” Rarity jiggled her caboose causing the chains of fine jewelry adorning her body to jostle around.
“Kick her ass?” Carrot Top looked at Ditzy Doo.
“Yep. Kick her in the posterior!” Ditzy Doo agreed as they both lunged towards Rarity.
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Trixie’s Preposterous Adventure
Chapter 3. As long as I've got my suit and tie
Trixie’s Preposterous Adventure
by: Grape Parfait
Chapter 3. As long as I've got my suit and tie
Wind chimes hanging from the patio deck jingled in cool morning breeze as I snuck out. The small pasture behind the quaint cottage met with the Everfree forest. This was the place where I first met her. Last night I did not receive another dream about the zebra’s curse, it seemed the longer the time I spent cursed the less I remembered about it. I levitated the tea I had in my magical grasp up to my lips and slurped a little off the top. I paced over to the rusty metal feed trough at my side and glanced at my reflection on the bottom. My mane had shortened about half of its original length, my muzzle was squared off and I was overall at least three hooves larger. As I flexed my shoulders and withers, to check out my new size, a quiet snicker floated behind me.
“Yes?” I turned around to see a bemused Ditzy Doo behind me.
“I saw that.” She said with another giggle and pranced about the porch.
“Trixie is confused. He does not understand what you are talking about.”
“You are so weird! Anyways!” She stuck her tongue out a little. “I saw you checkin’ yourself out in the trough.”
“So what! Trixie is permitted a little vanity.” I said huffily as I turned my back on her again.
“Ok, fine! Well let’s get goin’ to Carousel Boutique so that we can get your blazer fixed.”
“What about Carrot Top?” I asked cautiously. As if on que, a certain orange colored mare slunk out of the back of the cottage and cantered directly in front of me. Her languid pace and flipped back ears betrayed her otherwise smiling face. She sat down in-between Ditzy Doo and I as her eyes flicked back and forth between us.
“I mean… Umm, Ditzy thank you.” I forced a fearful smile as I remembered that Carrot Top became quite enraged if I was not nice to Ditzy. The orange mare’s ears flipped upright as her posture straightened to match a real happy smile.
“Ha ha! Bubbles! See, I got him trained already.” Her curly vermillion mane bounced joyfully as she nickered and bobbed her head in triumph then wiggled her black tongue at me.
“Trixie is not trained!” I whined in self-defense.
“Ummm… Hey, Carrot Top. I umm, I was gonna take him to Carousel Boutique. If that’s ok with you.” Ditzy Doo spoke up as she jumped up and shoved Carrot Top.
“Ok, let’s go!” Carrot Top agreed as she trotted towards out the side gate of the pasture. I gulped the remainder of my tea and set the cup upon the window sill as I followed Ditzy Doo also out the side gate.
* * *
“Trixie, that story you’ve been trying to tell me.” Ditzy initiated conversation as she hoofed my flank while we walked side by side.
“You always call Trixie weird whenever he brings it up.” I cantered a little faster.
“Well, we have a few minutes before getting to Carousel Boutique and I wanted you to tell Carrot Top it since she’s here.”
“Ok, fine. Short version. Trixie had a spell cast upon him that changed him significantly and can’t remember the details. But for the last few days has spent all of his time with Carrot Top and Ditzy Doo.” I panted as the increased pace was making me lose my breath.
“Can I ask you something else?” Ditzy Doo galloped in front of me then stopped in front of me causing me to also stop. “Carrot Top and I talked about this last night while you slept.”
“Sure, Trixie supposes he will listen.” I said as I sat down in defeat. Carrot Top pranced up from behind me then pressed up against my side as usual.
“I… Ummm… Trixie, will you be my…” Ditzy Doo stammered as her cheeks turned shades of red that I had never seen before. “Will you become my companion?”
“What? Trixie does not understand.” I said in disbelief. What in the world is this crazy mare talking about?
“Stupid. She’s asking you to join our team.” Carrot Top scolded me as she nuzzled my neck then looked into my eyes as if she was not sure if I was stupid. “To join our family.”
“Trixie understood that. What Trixie does not understand is how this all works.”
“Ditzy Doo is the alpha female so she gets to decide who’s in the family or not. She’s asking for you to be her special somepony.” Carrot Top explained as simply as she could. “Sides’” She winked as she pointed her hoof at herself. “You get me too! It’s kinda’ package deal here.”
“Give Trixie some time to think about this.” I said under a heavy sigh as I stood up and led towards Carousel Boutique. Carrot Top growled under her breath as we started trotting down the path again.
* * *
The three of us cantered side by side in relative silence the remainder of the trip until we reached the doors to Carousel Boutique. Carrot Top pushed the door open, loudly clacking her hoof upon the door, then led us inside. The bell rang a few times as the door swept briskly beneath it. A few moments later the most hoity mare I had ever seen frolicked before us. Her twirled purple mane and tail bounced in a frou-frou manner that made me dislike her each moment that I spent in her presence.
“Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chique, unique and magnifique! What can Miss Rarity do for you three?” She regarded each of us with a quick glance as she rattled off her customary introduction. Carrot Top mocked Rarity with a blab-blab-blab motion of her hoof quickly as Rarity turned around. Ditzy Doo placed her hoof in front of her muzzle as she giggled at Carrot Top’s disrespectful antics.
“Trixie needs his blazer fixed.” I stepped forward and ignored the two other mares.
“Oh, ok this will take a little doing since the lapel is ripped. I think it may be best to make a new blazer. Do you have time for some measurements?” Rarity asked as Carrot Top and Ditzy Doo continued to titter. “Is your entourage staying? This may be boring to watch so maybe it is best if they come back when we are done?” Carrot Top shot by my side and quickly shoved Rarity to the floor.
“Not so fast!” She growled at the white mare.
“How rude! What is the meaning of this!?!” Rarity scoffed as she toddled back to her hooves.
“This is our stallion!” Carrot Top exclaimed as a naughty smirk crossed her muzzle. “But... How about we make a deal?”
“Hey!” Ditzy Doo exclaimed in opposition. “That’s not fair Carrot Top! He’s not for sale like that!” Rarity, Carrot Top and I simultaneously turned to give Ditzy Doo a disbelieving and shocked look simultaneously. “What? That’s what you were gonna offer right?”
“No! This will not do!” Rarity spoke up from the back.
“What? Why not?” Carrot Top yelled at Rarity.
“I propose that Trixie chooses the best mare here. We shall have an evening show and he will decide who is most fit to be his mate tonight.” Rarity hotly flipped her coiffure. Ditzy Doo and Carrot Top narrowed their eyes and nodded together in agreement as Rarity led them behind the dress fitting stage.
* * *
The multicolored stage lights burst with a loud pop as soft plumes of white smoke slunk along the catwalk. Ropes on the corners curtains of the stage pulled open as soft night music hummed from the speaker system. The alabaster unicorn stood in the center of the revealed backstage. Blue lights glinted off her silver tiara that was adorned with translucent crystals. Her translucent dress was decorated with ropes of shining silver spheres that glinted the multicolored light onto the white mare. Her purple locks were pulled up into a tight bun but her tail was combed completely straight. She walked down the catwalk gracefully never missing a beat with the music playing overhead. She turned on the end platform twice then returned behind the side curtain.
The second mare jumped out onto the stage. Green horseshoes grew into leafed vines that sparsely covered the orange mare’s withers and behind. Her curly vermillion mane was puffed out completely and twirled loosely around her ears and the nape of her neck. Her tail was entwined and attached around one rear leg. She pranced with a bouncy step to the end of the platform. She stuck her black tongue out and spit raspberries at me as she leaned forward. She turned around and shook her rear end at me rudely showing me her mare bits before returning behind the curtain.
The third mare’s dainty grey hoof, fitted with a black slipper, slid onto the stage. The black cocktail dress fitted with black glittering sequins reflected the multicolored light around the room in a dazzling display. Her blonde mane was wrapped up tightly around two chop sticks and her tail was done the same way. She sultrily cantered along the catwalk to the best of her ability but her bungling nature got the best of her as she stumbled a few steps but stopped short of falling off of the catwalk. She stuck her lower lip out in a sulky pout as she turned around and quickly made the exit back off stage.
A few moments later all three mares trotted out to the end of the stage and stood at the end of it, waiting for my choice. My eyes immediately went to Ditzy Doo as I noticed her withers bob up and down as tears dropped from her eyes. I hopped up onto the stage and touched her shoulder which caused her to look back into my eyes.
“You’re choosing me?” Ditzy Doo said incredulously.
“Yes, Yes Trixie does.” I said as I pulled her into a hug.
“Why? I fell over during the competition.”
“Because… Because you’re weird.” I whispered as I pulled her muzzle up so I could look into her eyes.
“Hey! This isn’t fair! You can’t pick her just because she’s crying!” Rarity yelled from off the side as Ditzy Doo and I nuzzled each other.
“Don’t be a sore loser, Rarity. Give us the blazer like you promised.” Carrot Top scolded Rarity.
“Fine!” Rarity disappeared behind the stage curtains again.
“Besides, Trixie has made his decision. He will join you Ditzy Doo. Trixie still does not understand any of this at all. Everything that has happened the last few days have been completely ridiculous. But Trixie…” My heart pulsed a few times as I completed my speech. “Trixie.. No. I love you, Ditzy.” Without warning Carrot Top pranced over and hugged my other side. Both mares pressed up against my side and rubbed their wet happy tears all over me.
“Awww!” Rarity cried as she covered her mouth with her hoof. “I guess I’ll have to make two white dresses soon then.”
“Nope!” Ditzy Doo snickered.
“What? Why not? Aren’t you going to have a wedding?” Rarity wailed in as she hoofed my new blazer to me.
“They’re gonna have to be black.” Ditzy Doo and Carrot Top both stuck their tongues out at Rarity.
“Now I don’t understand what’s going on.” Rarity blinked in disbelief.
“There’s already a bun in the oven.” Ditzy Doo proudly pointed a hoof to her stomach.
“Yea, one in the oven!” Carrot Top duplicated Ditzy Doo’s mannerisms.
“Let’s go home.” I threw the old blazer off my shoulders and replaced it with the new one that Rarity had given me. The white mare’s mouth hung open as the front door to the shop swung closed and rang the bell in its wake.
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Next time on Trixie’s Preposterous Adventure
by: Grape Parfait
Chapter 4. The Curse Has Been Lifted
“Hey, Carrot Top! Can you believe it! I think there’s only one more chapter left!” Ditzy Doo squeed.
“Wow, you’re right bubbles! We’re gonna have to make this last one extra special!” Carrot Top agreed with a sultry voice.
“Doesn’t Trixie get a say in this?” I asked carefully.
“No!” Both mares shouted at me.