Show Stopper

Chapters

The Arrogant Mare
Injury
Drunken Confessions
Yes, Master
A Helping Hand
Show Stopper!
I'll Never Leave You

The Arrogant Mare

It was calm and peaceful as Luna’s moon covered Equestria with its delicate and gentle glow. The crickets and other creatures made their usual chirps and noises that echoed through the trees. All continued to remain calm until a caravan pulled by what seemed like some magical force interrupted the tranquility, thanks to the occupants inside.

“But Trixie demands you to climb up on the stand and let her blindfold and practice on you for the act in the coming week!” the azure-colored mare raises her voice in annoyance.

“Like hell I'm going to let you, of all mares, tie me to a wall and blindfold me! After all, I’m pretty sure you’re trying to have me killed!” both of your voices shatter the tranquility of the surrounding forest as the caravan magically travels down the dirt path.

“Of course I don’t wish to kill you. Trixie has taken every precaution to insure your safety. Besides, you, as my familiar, are supposed to do as I command since you’re spellbound to me.” she crosses her arms in an attempt to appear superior.

“As if I would ever just ‘do as you say’!” you retort, “You’ve done things to me that I never thought were possible. Hell, you even turned me into a frog! But still, just because I am ‘spellbound’ or whatever as your ‘familiar’ doesn’t mean I have no free will!”

“Well for one, as I’ve stated before, since I summoned you here, that means you were meant to serve me like a good servant should. But instead, you butt heads with me at every turn! Also, I told you I would turn you back. And besides, I couldn’t get the spell quite right so you only turned halfway into a frog anyway, ” she smugly remarks.

“And that is better, how?” you are starting getting annoyed at her obnoxious attitude.

“Well, it was fitting to say the least,” she laughs.

“I see you’re trying to hide the fact that you failed when trying to do the spell. Just like you failed at getting me back home and you messed up the show you were doing for the town we left a few days ago, only to have to rely on me to save your ass from the fire again,” you say in a mocking tone to get under her skin.

“How dare you! Trixie needs not listen to these petty insults from her ‘familiar’!” she then turns and heads to her bedroom.

“Okay one, stop calling me your familiar. And two, stop talking in the third person! It just sounds weird,” you land one last insult as she huffs and slams the door.

Plopping onto the couch that is just big enough to lie on and not having your feet dangling off to one side, you begin to ponder what all happened since you came to this strange world full of the things most would find in storybooks.

The last thing you would have expected when walking home on a Friday afternoon was for some weird portal thing to appear under your feet and transport you to another world with this alien barking orders at you and saying she had called you from another world via spell incantation to help her in show business as some act. Saying the whole scenario rubbed you the wrong way would be an understatement. Of course, the hour long argument with a complete stranger about you not obeying orders, and the excuse of she thought you would be too stupid to defy her really gave you a migraine as well.

And what seemed like an hour of trying to send you back home, she gave up saying she was too exhausted from all the arguing to get the spell right. Of course, after the next few attempts failed, you pretty much gave up on the idea of being able to get home.

Shockingly enough, she didn’t just kick you out the door and leave you on the side of the road somewhere after figuring out how headstrong you were. However, you still second-guess the idea of staying with her sometimes even though you knew it wasn’t an option. But that was mostly due to the spell making it impossible for you to separate from Trixie far without you getting forcefully dragged along by her. So needless to say, you were stuck with her for now.

That, and you tried escaping once and it ended with you getting dragged until you begged for Trixie to stop the caravan. Luckily she promised to not use it as punishment if you did what she asked. She never said how or when did she?

As strange as it seems, this is somehow your life now. A normal person thrown into an alien world filled with talking humanoid ponies that try to control you. Or at least you’re unlucky enough to get stuck with the only really arrogant self-righteous one. Either way, it’s a big mess.

It has been more than a couple of months or so since this whole fiasco happened. You have come to tolerate the mare with the superiority complex despite occasionally bumping heads; though, most of the time it is her doing. You now help her in her shows when she feels like using you to help pay for the extra mouth to feed.

A small sigh escapes your lips, “I really hate arguing with this mare. I get such a headache from it... Maybe I should at least give her the benefit of the doubt? No, if I did that then she would try to get me to do even more ridiculous things for her, most likely.”

~*~*~

The next day improves only slightly however. After a rude awakening from the grumpy mare and literally being lifted up off the couch and tossed into the floor by one of her spells, you slowly get up and run a hand through your messy hair and rub the back of your head.

“Is there a reason for the special treatment this fine and beautiful morning?” sarcasm has always been a strong suit of yours at least.

“In a matter of fact, there is. You see, since you won’t help me with the new act for my show I need to perform, I will need a new idea. This leaves me with the only option to do the show alone, again might I add. So with that said, you’re going to run an errand for me.”

“And what might that be?” you ask, skeptical of what the request is.

“Well in just a few minutes we’ll be in the next town and hopefully bring in enough money to have a decent supply of food and other necessities. As for what I need, could you go to the local magic store and look for a specific book I have been looking for?” Trixie asks with her usual air of superiority to suggest it’s more of an order than asking.

“I guess I can do that. What’s the book about?” curiosity is starting getting the better of you.

“Just a little book of spells I have been looking for, here is the name,” she hands you a piece of paper with the name.

“Teleportation and Alterations? Not really sure if I like the sound of that,” you look at Trixie with suspicion.

“Don’t give me that look; it’s the book that could possibly have the spell you’re looking for after all,” she smiles slyly.

It suddenly dawns on you what she means, “Alright, I’ll get the book,” you say almost immediately.

“Excellent, then while you do that; I will go prepare for tonight’s show stopping performance,” Trixie then turns, flicking her tail as she heads back to her room.

Sure enough, nearly five minutes pass and you can see the town from the small window in the front of the caravan. Figuring it wouldn’t take but a few minutes to find the shop and find the book, you hope to take a leisurely route to enjoy some peace and quiet from the bossy mare. The caravan slowly comes to a stop just outside of town. Trixie then comes out of her room, holding a coin purse and looks at you with a stern look.

“I assume I don’t have to tell you not to go off and spend my money on anything but that spellbook, correct?” she looks you in the eyes as she hands over her coin purse.

“Yeah, yeah like I would even try to do something like that; I’ll be back as soon as I get this book of yours,” you take the coin purse and proceed to head for the door.

“Oh, and I also need you to give these flyers out to everyone you see. Can’t get money without customers, after all. And another thing, be sure to get a good deal for the book while you’re at it! That’s all the extra money we have!” she raises her voice slightly to get the point across.

You look at the title of the flyers she hands you, “Come and see the greatest magic show you will ever experience, performed by the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie,” Trixie puffs out her chest as you read it aloud.

“The ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie, is that your title or something?” you begin to laugh aloud.

Her chest droops a little when she hears you laugh, “and just what is wrong with my title?”

“What’s so ‘Great and Powerful’ about you exactly?” a cheeky grin makes its way across your face.

“Of course it is my beauty and being a natural born genius when it comes to magic,” she holds her snout up in the air slightly as she crosses her arms.

“Riiight, beauty and magical genius; whatever you say,” you simply roll your eyes at her.

Trixie grunts in frustration, “Just hurry and go will you? I have to practice and you’re getting in my way!”

“Fine, have it your way then,” you say as you put the coin purse in one of your pockets.

You simply nod your head and give a small wave before opening and shutting the door behind you and head into town. The town itself seems like an old medieval town from some of the stories in your world. Well, besides the fact that there were different species wandering around and other small details like brighter colors for some of the houses and buildings among other things. As you walk into town, many of the residents seem to take interest in you as you walk by.

They stare in confusion as you calmly walk past by and hand out flyers. Not that you cared anyway; since you’re the only human in this world to your knowledge and as long as long as nothing bad happens, why bother caring? Their looks are of curiosity than of disgust anyway.

You continue casually looking for any bookstores and the like as you stroll through town taking in the sites. The smell of a local bakery catches your senses as the fresh aroma of bread and other items fills your nose.

“I have to say the food they have here smells pretty damn good at least,” you think about checking it out until a thought pops into your head.

“Nah, if I do that I might get turned into a plant by Miss ‘High and Mighty’. Better just grab that book and just get back,” you pick up the pace a little and continue to look for the store Trixie mentioned.

Roughly ten more minutes pass as you finally locate a bookstore that could have what you are looking for. Walking in, you notice an older stallion at the front desk lazily reading a book who only partially looks up as the chime goes off, signaling that there is a customer. However, he proceeds to do double takes as he notices you are a species he isn’t familiar with.

“Well, I haven’t seen anything like you before. What exactly are you?” the older bookkeeper asks.

You slowly walk up to the desk, “Let’s just say I am not from this world and leave it at that. But listen, I’m looking for a specific book,” you say, changing the topic and hand him the piece of paper with the books name on it.

“Why yes, I believe I have that one. Please wait a moment while I fetch it.” the older stallion wanders off to the back of the store for a few moments before returning and handing over the book.

“There you go, that’ll be fifty bits please,” the stallion states

“Fifty bits!? Are you crazy? There is no way I can pay that!” you give the stallion an annoyed look.

“Well I suppose I could lower it some since it’s your first time visiting here. How does thirty bits sound?” he asks as he smiles at you.

“Thirty bits seems a tad high, don’t you think?” you smile back at the store owner who only frowns.

“Sorry, but thats as low as I’ll go I’m afraid,” the older stallion remains solid with the price.

Taking a deep breath and sigh, you simply give up and pay the thirty bits since it wasn’t that a bad price. Luckily, for you Trixie taught you how money works here. Well, more like forced.

“Damn, I’m good at bartering! Trixie better give me a break after all this,” not paying attention, you don’t notice the hooded stallion walking in front of you and just as you look up, he bumps into you causing you to recoil back a bit.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” the stallion says to you as he walks by you.

“What the hell was his problem?” dismissing it, you head back to the caravan where Trixie is waiting for you.

A ten-minute walk later, you finally make it back to the small home and open the door, walk inside and shut the door behind you.

“Hey, are you here?” you say aloud.

“One moment, I will be out shortly!” Trixie yells from the other side of the house as you place her book on a table and sit down on the couch.

Moments later, you hear hoofsteps and soon see Trixie walk out of her room with casual clothing and damp hair giving away that she was showering, “I see you finally got back. So, did you find what I asked for?” she asks as you lazily look up at her.

“Yeah I did, it’s over on the table. The guy tried to get me to pay fifty bits for the thing, but I talked him down to thirty,” you say, proud of your accomplishment.

“Trixie must admit she wasn’t expecting you to be that resourceful. So I assume we have quite a bit of money left then?” she asks as she quickly looks over the book.

“Oh, yeah we do, hold on,” you reach into your pocket for the coin purse only to discover it isn’t there. You freeze for a moment before searching the rest of your pockets quickly to no avail. Trixie notices your frantic behavior and looks at you suspiciously.

“What are you doing? Hand over the rest of my savings,” she walks over closer to you.

A feeling of desperation sets in as you stand up and check your back pockets for whatever reason. You start retracing your steps in your head as to where you might have lost it until it hits you.

“That guy that bumped into me,” You trail off causing Trixie to look at you in confusion, “He must of… Ah, dammit to hell…” you facepalm, hard.

“What are you going on about? Trixie demands you to tell her!” the frustrated mare starts tapping her hoof.

Gulping hard and taking a deep breath you begin to explain, “Uh, well you see, I had the money but, I think this guy who bumped into while I was heading back must have pick pocketed me when I wasn’t paying attention, I’m really sorry,” you let out a frustrated sigh, fall back into the couch, and get ready for the inevitable chewing out that is about to happen.

“I see,” Trixie takes a deep breath, stands there silently, and closes her eyes for a moment; you start to think she is going to be understanding of the situation. However, just like the calm before a storm and just like the hurricane afterwards, it hits and it hits hard.

“YOU LOST THE LAST BIT OF OUR SAVINGS TO A MERE PICKPOCKET!?“ Trixie yells out at the top of her lungs causing you to flinch at her words.

The caravan echos with a scream and what sounds like lightning striking something and then goes dead silent as the only sounds are birds flying away.

~*~*~

“I cannot believe we have no money now because of your carelessness!” Trixie says, still fuming.

“I said I was sorry! How was I supposed to know that was going to happen? Not like I wanted it to,” you say, patting your slightly messy, burnt hair.

“Note to self, avoid getting struck by her lightning, even if you have to use her stuff as a shield,” you mentally conclude to yourself.

“I hope you realize that because of your slip up we have to squeeze every bit we can get from the towns folk here which means that not only do we have to stay longer but also I also have to figure out a multitude of ideas for an extended act to perform!” she rubs her forehead in frustration.

“Look, I am sorry alright? Maybe if you came along, none of this would have happened,” you say back.

“Don’t you pin this on me! Oh, and I hope you realize that you have no choice but to help me in the new act of mine that i’ll have to plan for, right? Also, I know that if you don’t help, I will make your life very horrendous for you. That, I can assure you,” she says in a threatening manner, making you audibly gulp.

“Alright I get it already! I’ll help out…” crossing your arms and sitting back in the couch you chance a glance at her.

She smiles evilly at you, which starts to make you very nervous, “What do you have in mind exactly?” you ask.

“Oh, Trixie has something planned for you don’t worry,” her smile grows even more.

“That’s what makes me worry even more, actually,” you say just as she turns to leave, her tail swishing happily back and forth.

“I will get things set up since we need to start practice soon if we are to get everything down properly,” she walks over to a button and presses it causing the side of the caravan to open up to a stage.

“Now then, Trixie demands you get on stage and await instructions,” Trixie points to the stage.

“Fine, whatever makes you happy oh ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie…” you say in a very sarcastic tone.

You lazily walk to the center of the stage and wait for her to give you orders. Looking over your shoulder, you notice her carrying some kind of folded cloth and heading towards you. She uses her magic to place a large target on one end and tells you to stand up against it. You look at her suspiciously before slowly walking up to the target and turning around.

“May I ask what exactly you have in mind for this stunt?” you ask nervously.

“You will find out soon enough,” She begins to unravel the clothes and reveals roughly ten small throwing knives resting in her hand.

“There is no way I am letting you even think about throwing those at me!” you begin to leave. However, just as you take a couple of steps a couple of ropes magically fly at you and tie around your arms, waist, and ankles. You’re then magically lifted up and lightly pressed against the target.

“You honestly thought Trixie would let you escape? I haven’t had my fun yet,” Trixie smiles evilly, picks up a knife with her magic, and lets it point towards you as she concentrates a little before launching it at you. You shut your eyes for an instant before slowly opening one eye after hearing a ‘Thud’ next to your ear.

The color drains from your face when you notice how close it came to giving you a piercing that you didn’t want, “Hey, will you be careful with those!? You nearly took off my ear!” you yell at her, panicking slightly.

“Oh, that isn’t the only thing Trixie plans to ‘almost’ take off,” her grin widens, making you gulp loudly as you feel sweat building on your forehead.

“This isn’t going to end well, Is it?” you ask yourself as Trixie gears up for another throw.

~*~*~

Night time has come yet again as the townspeople gather around the wagon that had set up in the middle of town square. All of a sudden, a flash of light and smoke explode from the middle of the stage as Trixie appears from out of nowhere, wowing the audience.

“Mares and Gentlecolts, I welcome you to the greatest magic show you will ever experience! I, the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie will show you wonders and mystical arts the likes of which you have never seen before!”

The audience claps in anticipation for the performance about to take place. Trixie begins things off by conjuring fire and making it dance and fly through the air above the audience’s heads. After a moment of the display, she then makes all of the dancing flames join together in the middle of the audience and explode outward allowing the embers to rain down and harmlessly burn out before reaching the crowd of admiring onlookers. She continues with putting the onlookers in awe with every new trick from card tricks to fireworks displays.

As the last firework explodes in the sky above, the crowd cheers at her performance thus far. Trixie then proceeds to bow and thank the audience for coming.

“Thank you all for coming to my show! I will be here for a couple of weeks, so be sure to come and see my next performance. I can assure you, you will not want to miss it!” Trixie bows again before vanishing from the stage in a cloud of smoke and confetti. The crowd cheers one last time before slowly dispersing and leaving for their homes.

Trixie hits a switch making the wagon compact again and walks into the small living quarters.

“So, why didn’t you get me to help you this time again?” you say, lying down on the couch.

“You are nowhere near ready to perform on stage just yet thats why,” Trixie says.

“Fine, so I take it everything went well?” You ask.

“Of course it went well, I am not called ‘The Great and Powerful’ Trixie for nothing after all.”

“Since when does anyone refer to you as the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie?” you tease, making her grunt in annoyance.

“I’ll have you know my skill as a magician is known far and wide!” she retorts.

“Fine, fine whatever you say... So were you able to get enough bits to get us food?” you ask in curiosity.

“I raked in enough customers to get us enough bits to get everything we need from food to supplies,” she says as she holds up a large coin purse in front of you.

“However, after all the necessities, we will still need more to start traveling again,” suddenly, Trixie gets an idea, “Actually, I think it is high time we get you some more clothing. Those rags you’re wearing are an eyesore,” she points at your clothes to clarify her meaning.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” you say in defense.

“What isn’t wrong with those rags? If I’m to be seen with you, you’ll have to wear better clothing and I will not have you looking like that. You’ll also need a stage costume now that I think about it,” she ponders her own words while you sit on the couch, laying your head back looking at the ceiling.

“That sounds like a pain in the ass but fine, I’ll come along,” you agree.

“Good, I’m turning in early and I suggest you do the same because we’re going shopping tomorrow and I expect you to be well rested,” with that, Trixie turns and walks to her room.

Sighing, you kick back, lie on the couch and stare up at the ceiling, “Man, I wish she would hurry up and figure out how to break the spell already. This ‘binding’ spell is really annoying. Not to mention I find myself not going against her as much,” your thoughts come to another thought.

“Ugh, does this mean I’m becoming a slave?” you then run your hands through your hair, slightly panicking.

“Calm down, there is no way that will happen,” a sigh of relief escapes your lips at your conclusion.

Thoughts of what tomorrow might bring fill your head as you lay there with your eyes closed. Your biggest wish is at least to avoid as many fights with Trixie as possible. After all, it’s not like you enjoy fighting with her all the time. Though, if she were less bossy it wouldn’t happen at all. But nevertheless, it’s not like it matters since you’ll be sent back to earth once she figures out a way to do so anyway.

Covering up and resting your head against the soft bouncy pillow, you let sleep take you. Your last thoughts are of you praying the day goes well.

~*~*~

“Will you wake up already? We do have a schedule to keep you know.” Trixie stands next to where you are sleeping, tapping her hoof.

You groggily open one eye and see an irritated Trixie standing over you.

“Ten more minutes,” you tighten the blankets around you and bury your head back into the pillow.

“Ten more minutes? I said get up now!” Trixie raises her hoof and lightly kicks your face making a small “Oof” to escape your lips as she shakes your head back and forth.

“Alright, alright I’m up!” you shout as you jump out of bed, rubbing your cheek, “What the hell was that for!?” you say in anger.

“I told you to wake up and you ignored my order, so you had to be punished,” she says nonchalantly.

You rub your face to wake yourself up, “I swear a pack of ravenous zombies would make for better company than you.”

“Keep up that attitude, and I will make sure that happens,” she threatens.

“You’re a real pain in the ass. I hope you know that,” you say as you stretch.

“Oh, will you stop complaining about every little thing and hurry up!” she yells.

“Yes your majesty, I apologize for ruining your morning,” you say with a mix of sarcasm and exasperation.

“Good, now that you understand, hurry up and get ready,” Trixie then turns and leaves, her tail swishing back and forth.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like- Oh, forget it,” you give up and do as you’re told.

~*~*~

“Can’t I just go by myself?” you ask.

“Of course not, you think Trixie can trust you to pick out proper clothing? After all, your style and tastes are, very strange and odd,” she says in her usual high and mighty tone.

“Well did you ever think that maybe me being from a completely different world might have anything to do with it?” you say in a very sarcastic manner.

“Yes, yes I know this. Trixie is not as dumb as you make her out to be! I am simply helping you fit in is all,” she huffs and crosses her arms.

“Helping me fit in? Yeah right! What’s she playing at this time?” you think to yourself, looking at her suspiciously.

As if noticing your suspicion, Trixie begins to explain, “Well, you see I know that I might have been a tad harsh on you as of late and I want to make it up to you.”

“A tad!?” you think to yourself.

“Well forgive me if I still find this suspicious. But if you really mean it then thanks, I guess,” you let yourself calm down a bit.

“Think nothing of it; after all, it is the least Trixie can do for her fami- guest,” Trixie quickly corrects herself and gives you a small smile.

Upon seeing her smile, you began to become nervous, “Okay, something is seriously wrong, I know she doesn’t smile at me like that. What could she be planning?” you ask yourself.

After wandering around town for a little while, Trixie spots a clothing store and heads there with you following close behind. As you both enter, the shop owner smiles and nods before going back to cleaning a table. You are hit by an onslaught of vibrant colors and different styles of clothing that you’ve never seen before. Dresses that look like they were fit for royalty, suits for males and seasonal clothing; a lot of which you normally wouldn’t want to wear on a given day but some of them seem all right.

“Alright, you pick a few decent outfits out and Trixie will be back in a few moments,” with that, Trixie leaves you alone to look through clothing as she heads to another section.

“Well might as well get this over with…” you say aloud to no one in particular.

Roughly, thirty minutes have passed since you started working your way through the male clothing section. Luckily, the general shape of their clothing was right which made it easy enough finding a few things you liked, although it was a little difficult to find your size.

“You seem to have managed fairly well, though I see your tastes haven’t improved much with those plain looking outfits,” Trixie says, walking up to you.

“You said I could choose, and besides, I think they look fine,” you retort back, giving Trixie a nonchalant look.

“Very well, if that is what you want then so be it,” Trixie shrugs and motions towards the counter.

“Okay, what’s with you? You have yet to yell at me or try to one up my intelligence at all today,” you say as you watch her carefully for any sign of an answer.

“I can act however I wish, or do you want to be downgraded at every turn?” Trixie asks while smiling coyly.

“Uh, I think I’ll pass on that offer,” you both walk up to the counter and place your clothes in front of the clerk who starts over the price tags.

It didn’t take very long for the clerk to tally up the goods and receive payment from Trixie. Soon after that, you and Trixie left to head back to her home.

“So what did you end up buying; something for the show?” you ask in a curious tone.

“You’ll find out soon enough, don’t worry. Speaking of the magic show, you remember your promise to help me with it, right?” Trixie glances at you waiting for an answer.

“Like I’m really going to forget something I said earlier today,” you say, looking over at her.

“Well if you remember, then this matter will settle easily enough,” she says nonchalantly.

You simply give Trixie a look of confusion as you both approach the small home. You open the door and walk inside, Trixie following close behind and no sooner as she closes the door behind her she calls out your name.

“Catch,” she then tosses something at you, which you just manage to grab.

You set your own bag down to unravel the thing Trixie tossed at you, “What is this?” you ask.

“It will be your costume for the next magic show. Since you will be my assistant and be involved in the show itself, I figured something like this would be necessary,” Trixie explains.

After it unravels and you hold it to the sunlight, you notice the random splashes of colors decorating the outfit.

“What kind of costume is this?” you ask as you look it over.

“What do you mean? I thought it would fit you perfectly,” Trixie then snaps her fingers just as she remembers something.

“Oh, I forgot your hat,” she then reaches into her bag, pulls it out and hands it to you.

As you reach and grab it, you noticed the color is the same as the other part. Another thing you notice is a light chime coming from the hat as you grab it.

“You have got to be freaking kidding me,” you say in disbelief.

“You don’t like it? I thought it would fit you quite well considering you enjoy acting like a fool,” Trixie chuckles to herself.

“I absolutely will not wear a jester’s outfit! You can’t expect me to even consider it, do you?” you ask, still confused.

“Of course you are going to. After all, you losing our last bit of money really put a hamper on us and I need something a bit more special to bring in a good crowd this time,” Trixie states in a matter-of-fact tone.

“No, I don’t care. I will not wear this in front of a crowd and there is not a damn thing you can do to make me!” you try to make a point by tossing the outfit to the side but Trixie catches it with her magic.

“Oh? Is that so?” she smiles evilly.

“What are you going to do? Strip and dress me?” you ask, hoping she will just drop it.

“Hardly, besides you would probably enjoy it, you pervert!” she glares.

“Trust me; you are the furthest from my mind when I think of something attractive,” you say in a deadpan manner.

Trixie’s glare intensifies, “You’re going to regret that,” all of a sudden, her horn starts to glow brightly as two ropes slither off a nearby shelf and quickly tie around your hands and ankles causing you to fall backwards onto the couch. she then makes a few feathers spawn and hover over you before starting to tickle you relentlessly.

“W-wait, please stop! I can’t stand being tickled!” you shout through your laughter.

“Oh? Ticklish I see; well I’m not letting up until you agree to do as I say,” Trixie demands, raising her voice over your laughter.

“I refuse to wear that stupid outfit! There is no way I will!” your lungs start to hurt from the constant laughter.

“Well fine, but I won’t stop till you agree to Trixie’s demands!” she says while continuing her onslaught.

“Okay, okay you win! I’ll wear the stupid thing already!” upon hearing your words, Trixie smiles victoriously, stops her onslaught, and uses her magic to untie you.

Panting heavily, you slowly sit up as Trixie throws the jester outfit at you, “Now that we got that settled, how about you help me prepare for tonight’s show?” Trixie asks as she struts away happily.

“I hate my life right now, “ you sigh heavily to yourself and follow Trixie reluctantly.

Night starts to fall and Luna’s moon took its place in the sky above. The streets are abuzz with life as crowds pour in and around the stage that is hosting a grand magic show the likes of which the town has ever seen or at least, that is what Trixie advertised. You unfortunately have to direct them to where they need to go. Standing there in a jester’s outfit was degrading enough, let alone most of the ponies start to laugh and snicker at your funny clothes as they see you which makes everything worse. You hope it was merely them thinking it was part of the show.

As the last stallion gets directed to the front, you head inside quickly. Upon entering, you notice Trixie setting a few things up in a rush. Walking up near her, you see her hastily setting up fireworks in the proper order.

“Hey, I’m done with what you asked so I’m going to relax till the show starts,” you say as you turn to leave.

“I don’t think so; help me set up everything so we’re ready on time!” Trixie snaps as she points to a few props.

“Alright, guess I have no choice,” you say unenthusiastically.

It only takes a short period of time to get everything situated into place. Afterwards, you help set up the fireworks stands with Trixie.

“Be sure to place them correctly otherwise you’ll cause an explosion!” Trixie says while watching you intently.

“I know, I know you don’t have to keep telling me!” you say back.

“I prefer to be safe rather than sorry,” Trixie retorts back.

“Then pay more attention to yourself then,” you argue back at her.

“Trixie doesn’t need you to tell her how to do something she has already practiced for years!” she says in annoyance.

“You know what you need to practice on? Not talking in the third person,” you snicker at your own comeback making Trixie only grunt in anger.

A few minutes later, both you and Trixie had set everything into place; you can hear the crowd just outside of the curtains awaiting the performance tonight. Their anticipation is starting to get you a little nervous; sure, Trixie forced you onto stage before but it was only for small stunts and tricks that were over quickly. Being her assistant for the whole act will be tricky, not to mention any mistakes made will most likely cause her to blame you. You just pray nothing goes wrong for once.

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Injury

“Mares and Gentlecolts, please allow the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie to welcome to the most spectacular and amazing magic show you will ever experience!” Trixie shouts to the crowd of onlookers.

“Tonight will amaze and delight, as you watch me work my magic into a true art form!” Trixie continues to get the crowd of equines excited for the first trick.

As you prepare to head onstage, you start to think about just bolting out the door for a while until the show is finished. Not to mention wearing a jester suit, in front of a large crowd and being used as her stunt double didn’t sound very appealing at all. However, you quickly decide it wouldn’t be the best option for your own health to ditch Trixie like that.

I guess I better muscle up some courage and push through this. I know one thing, I’m demanding a pay raise after this, you think to yourself as you take a deep breath and await for Trixie to call you.

Trixie started out with the basic magic tricks like usual. Like restoring a cut rope fiber-by-fiber and other things that kept the crowd entertained. Soon after, however, it started getting close to the point where she needed you to help with the rest.

“For the next amazing trick, I will need the help of my new assistant!”She shouts and waves a hand and makes you appear before her in a cloud of smoke.

The crowd starts to laugh and snicker as the smoke disappears. The unamused look on your face didn’t help, which earns a glare from Trixie.

“Will you at least act upbeat about this?” she whispers into your ear.

“Why? I’m forced into helping you and look like an idiot dressed in a jester’s outfit remember? Why should I act happy at all?” you whisper back cheerfully to spite her.

“Fine, if that’s how you want to play,” she quickly turns to the crowd and makes a large rectangular box appear on stage, “My assistant will now step inside and get locked within!”

You obey and walk towards the box; as the door opens, you step in and turn to face the crowd as the door shuts and locks. Through a small hole big enough to look through, you can see Trixie look over at the corner of the stage and start to levitate something over.

“And now I will proceed to pierce the slots in the box one by one with each and every sword!” she demonstrates the sharpness of one of the blades by slicing a rope in two.

The crowd watches in anticipation as Trixie levitates one of the blades next to the box and slowly slides it into the one of the blade slots. As you stand and watch the blade slide in and feel nothing. You are thankful at her ability to perform magic well, for once.

You watch as she slowly slides a second one into place. Well maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought, you think to yourself as she slides the third in without a hitch.

“Now watch and be amazed, as I attempt something far too dangerous to try unless having years and years of practice! I will now manipulate all six of the remaining swords and pierce the box simultaneously, splitting my concentration, and making the probability of skewering my assistant full of holes increase drastically!” Trixie shouts to the crowd causing them to gasp.

Okay, maybe I was just kidding myself and now I am going to die! you begin to panic as Trixie levitates all of the swords around the box.

“Are you kidding me? You haven’t done anything like this in your practice sessions that I’ve seen!” you say in a badly hushed voice.

“Be quiet, I am trying to concentrate!” she says as the last one moves into place.

If there is a god, please protect me from this insane mare! you tightly shut your eyes as all six blades pierce through the box at once with a loud clank.

After a moment or so, you slowly open your eyes and look around. “No pain at all, am I dead?” you look over at Trixie, who is smiling confidently next to the box, and the crowd is still staring intently at you.

Nope, still alive. I wonder if death would have been better… your thoughts trail off at hearing the swords being removed and the door unlocking.

As you step out, the crowd starts clapping at the—to their eyes—amazing magic trick. You look over at Trixie who seems rather pleased with herself as she relishes in the praise. One thing's for certain, you will not let her hear the end of it after using you as a test dummy.

The rest of the show went off as planned—there were a few more tricks involving you, like the daring escape, and the ‘saw you in half’ trick. It still made you slightly sick to your stomach, watching your legs move while detached from your body. Sure, Trixie explained it was simply magic slitting you into two separate parts, but you were essentially still ‘connected’ in essence but that didn’t help much.

It has finally come to the finale—the finishing touch would be the usual fireworks display, but this time Trixie decided to use fireworks that were more powerful to make the whole show more entertaining in hopes of scoring a bigger payment.

Your time on stage is done as she starts thanking the crowd for coming, and just as she bows, she sets off the first row of fireworks. They all launch into the air and explode in a flash of different colors. Row after row launch and you watch from beside them.

At least the fireworks are beautiful… You think as the last finale sets to launch.

A few seconds pass in silence.Nothing? you notice Trixie turning to look to see what the problem was just in time to see a bright light from the stand then a loud bang as the stand get blown apart from the firework malfunction.

The blast knocks you off your feet as Trixie and the crowd of ponies shields their faces, as debris from the blast is violently strewn about.

Slowly, you start getting to your feet when something catches your attention.

Blood? no sooner than you realize it, a stabbing pain shoots through your right arm when you try using it to help yourself up.

“Ouch!” confused at first, you look for the source of the pain and sure enough, a sizable splinter of wood is sticking out of your bicep with blood seeping through the entry point.

Dammit, I better hurry and get this fixed up, you slowly get up and quickly move to the bathroom inside.

What is that idiot doing leaving me here alone?! Trixie turns and begins apologizing to the crowd about the technical difficulty. Despite the catastrophic ending, some of them still paid for the show in which Trixie graciously accepted from them. After thanking them all for attending, and watching them begin to leave, she turns to the direction of the door and heads inside.

Upon entering, she notices you walking out of her bathroom, “What do you think you were doing?” Trixie says in annoyance.

“Well, after the explosion I got-” You try to explain but Trixie cuts you off.

“I don’t even care, your incompetence nearly cost us, and luckily I managed to get some of them to pay!”

“Incompetence at what, not dying? Yeah I think I’d rather that than making sure you had enough money in your pockets,” you start getting angry at her verbal assault.

“A good performer always knows that the crowd calls the shots, and if you weren’t so against helping me, we would probably be doing fine. But instead, you give me nothing but headaches- like leaving before the show ends, and not giving it your all in the performance!” Trixie raises her voice to match her rising anger.

“Well, maybe I would be more upbeat about everything if you treated me nicer and didn’t use me like a guinea pig! What, you didn’t think I’d care about being riddled full of holes, all because you think so highly of yourself?” you smart back at her with equal annoyance.

“Please, I had complete control over that trick, and I was merely making it more exciting,” She gloats as she avoids eye contact with you.

You clench your fists in anger, “I’m not stupid Trixie; I know you never did that before! I could have died if you even sneezed at the wrong time! Why don’t you stop and think about what you’re doing before that arrogance of yours gets the better of you, and you end up playing with someone’s life like you own it!”

“How dare you, I wouldn’t do something that would endanger someone’s life unless I knew how to handle the situation!” she angrily retorts back.

“Just like earlier when the fireworks exploded and nearly killing me, right?” you look at her coldly.

“That was a fluke is all! Besides, no one got hurt, so who cares?” she says nonchalantly.

Your anger starts to boil over at this point, “Fine, I’m leaving,” you then grab your hat and throw it against a wall making Trixie flinch a little, as you storm past her.

“Where are you going?” she asks in confusion.

“Somewhere were you aren’t!” you say just be for opening and slamming the door behind you.

~*~*~

“Ouch, I really shouldn’t have used this arm to slam the door,” you say aloud to yourself as blood leaks out and then down your arm from the reopened wound.

You add pressure to the wound to help slow the bleeding and let the blood dry to close it up. After a little while it works, and the wound stops bleeding. Even if it still looks like someone tried to saw your arm off from all the dried blood.

Need to find a place to sit and clear my head, you think to yourself as you look for a bench or something. Luckily for you, you soon find one resting against a tree.

Collapsing onto the bench and relaxing, you close your eyes and try to let your mind clear of the anger you feel. You feel it working as a light and cool breeze blows past and moves over your face.

I wonder what she’s doing right now; probably thinking of ways to chastise me for ‘disobeying’ her, sitting in silence and cool weather for a little while has really helped a lot. You start to think about when to try and head back, when you hear the sound of a set pair of hooves against gravel getting closer.

You open your eyes to see Trixie looking at you, but the shade from the tree makes it difficult to see her face.

“What are you doing here? I left to get away from you,” you plainly state.

“I wanted to come and find you,” her voice sounded slightly winded.

“And why would you need to find me? I swear if it has anything to do with arguing, I’m just going to leave,” you say in annoyance.

Trixie pauses for a moment before speaking, “Where are you hurt?” She asks in a soft voice that is unlike her.

You realize your arm is hanging off the back of the bench, so she couldn’t see it. You slowly lift your arm and show her. As she looks at your arm, she gasps.

“Relax, it isn’t as bad as it looks; how did you find out anyway?,” you ask.

"I saw the blood and wooden piece in the bathroom and damage to the firework stand." She says as her head droops a little.

"Well, nice of you to finally notice the fact that it was your fault," You say coldly.

She just lets her gaze drift to your face and takes a deep breath, “I just wanted to tell you something,” she says quickly.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you right now, go away,” anger laces your words.

“No, I need to-” you cut her off midway.

“Don’t bother. I said, nothing you say will-” Trixie suddenly cuts you off and what she says stops you cold.

“I’m sorry!” Trixie shouts.

“Y-you’re what?” you say, dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry. You were right; if I didn’t get so caught up in trying to prove myself right all the time you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I’m really sorry for everything,” she finishes and hangs her head slightly.

It takes a few seconds before you can reply, “Uh, well, i-if you’re really sorry, then I guess it’s alright ,but it doesn’t mean I completely forgive you for all the crap you put me through.”

“I understand; I’ll try to not treat you like that from now on. I promise,” she steps forward, moonlight lights up her face and you can see a mix of worry and sadness in her eyes.

“Well, as long as you keep your promise, I’ll forgive you,” her face lightens up a little at hearing your words.

“Well we need to get you home so I can take care of your injuries,” she says, and offers a hand to help you up off the bench.

At first you’re confused, but soon realize what she was doing, and gently grab her hand and stand up before letting go, “Alright, let’s get going then.” with that, you both leave for her home.

It doesn’t take long to get back. You both head inside, and Trixie tells you to have a seat as she goes and grabs her medical kit and brings it back.

“Alright, first I’ll clean off the dried blood,” she begins to gently wipe off most of the blood to get a better look at the wound.

“Looks like I’ll need to sew it up for it to heal properly,” she pulls out a needle and some thread and slides the thread through the needle, “Alright, here I go.”

“Ouch! Do you have to be so rough?” you ask as she stitches up the cut on your arm.

“Oh stop whining and be still. I have to make sure it’s done properly,” after a few more passes with the thread and needle, Trixie ties the thread off, and begins adding medicine and bandages to your wound.

“There we go, that should do it. It will still take a little while to completely heal, so you can’t do any strenuous activity,” Trixie starts putting away her medical supplies.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were a doctor,” you say, trying to find a light-hearted subject to change the mood.

“Well, one has to learn these things when you’ve traveled alone for so long,” she says in a low voice.

“Ah, I see,” was the only response you could give, I think I hate this awkward silence more than her arguing with me…

“Well, everything seems to be in order. I guess I’ll just leave you be then,” Trixie quickly stands up and starts walking to her bedroom.

“Hey, Trixie.” You call out to her.

She slowly turns to look at you, “Yes?”

“Thank you,” You say aloud.

“Why?” She asks, confused.

“My arm, it feels a lot better now since you fixed it up. So, thank you,” you demonstrate by moving your arm up and flexing without much pain going through it.

“Oh, you don’t have to thank me, after all I-” you cut her off before she can finish.

“Well, too bad, because I just did. And besides, it’s not like you meant it,” you say as you lay down.

Trixie smiles at your blunt statement, “Ah, well you’re welcome.”

With that, she turns around letting her tail swish from side to side, “Goodnight,” she calls out.

“Goodnight,” you say before closing your eyes and slowly start to fall asleep.

~*~*~

Morning rolls around, and the sunlight slips through the window in the front of the room. You can hear hoofsteps walking up to you from the other side of the mobile home, and soon after, you feel a light touch and shake on your shoulder.

You slowly open your eyes and see Trixie standing over you, “Aw can I sleep a little longer at least?”

“I just wanted to tell you I was going out for a little while, just in case you woke up and got curious, is all.” she slowly stands up.

“Oh, okay then. Then does that mean I can go back to sleep?” you ask expecting to get another rude awakening.

“Yeah, that’s fine, I’ll be back soon so rest up, okay?” she patiently waits for you to answer.

“Uh, yeah, sure; have a good time,” she nods at your reply, heads for the door, and leaves; leaving you with a dozen questions.

“Trixie, letting me sleep in? Well whatever, I’ll worry about it when I’m less tired,” with that, you pass back out almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.

You wake up to the glaring sun in your eyes, causing you to cover your face up from instinct.

“I guess I better get up,” you tell yourself as you throw the covers off you and slowly crawl off the couch.

“I need to use the toilet…,” you stand and lazily drag yourself to the bathroom. As you enter, you can still see the mess you made last night.

“I better clean all this up afterwords,” after taking care of your business, you immediately get to work on cleaning the bathroom. Hearing the door open about halfway through causes you to poke your head out the door to see what is going on.

Trixie comes through the door, carrying a few bags of what appear to be food and other things. “Phew, that was more difficult than I thought,” you hear her say as she sets the bags on a counter.

“Hey, is that what you were doing all morning?” you ask as you step out of the bathroom.

“Oh, I didn’t think you’d be up. Yes, I had to go shopping and get everything we needed,” she says as she starts putting everything away..

“If you asked me earlier to go with you, I would have,” you say, walking over.

“I just didn’t want to bother you over such a trivial matter. And besides, you’re in no condition to be carrying anything,” Trixie says with a small smile on her face.

“It wouldn’t have been that hard for me. Wait, is this about my arm getting injured last night? You don’t have to worry about it at all. And as I’ve said before, I forgive you,” you say with an upbeat smile.

“How is your arm, by the way?” Trixie asks.

“It’s sore, but nowhere near as bad as it could have been thanks to you,” you reassure her by moving your arm around and flexing the muscles around the area, which in hindsight wasn’t a good idea because it hurt, but you do a good job at hiding it at least.

“Okay, I believe you. Just be careful, okay?” she says, softly.

“Of course, it’s not like I enjoy causing myself pain, you know. So you don’t have to act so depressed, alright?” you say bluntly.

“I’m not depressed, just cautious,” she says while continuing to put things away.

“Oh yeah, because you can’t feel emotion, right?” you jokingly say to her.

“What do you mean? I can feel emotion just fine, thank you very much,” Trixie states in an aggressive tone.

“There we go, that’s more like the Trixie I know,” you smile at her.

Trixie became confused for a moment, before realizing what you are trying to do and sighs, “Okay, I get it. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, what’s with the extra shopping?” you ask, changing the subject.

“Ah right, I forgot to tell you this morning. We’re heading to the next town over today, and I just wanted to be sure we had everything we needed for the trip,” she says as she finishes putting everything away.

“Alright then, how long do you think the trip will be?” you ask.

“Maybe a few days or so, it’s a decent sized town and has a lot more to offer than this town, as well as more ponies,” she smiles to herself at the thought of the potential outcome of visiting there.

“Sounds good to me; I’m curious of what might be there,” you say.

“Well, it’s a market town, so besides different shops and other stuff of the like, there are taverns, as well as gambling and such. It being a populated town and all, these things are fairly common.” Trixie states knowingly.

“Sounds like it could be a bit more dangerous as well,” you say in a worried tone.

“No need to fret, I will be there to protect you, after all.” Trixie smiles coyly at you.

“Hmph, as if I’d need saving; it would be the other way around if you ask me,” you retort back at her, which only make her laugh.

“Is that so? Well I’ll hold you to that then,” she laughs again.

After you both make sure everything is situated, Trixie casts the momentum spell, and you both set off for the next town. Amazingly, her caravan is well built to where you couldn’t really feel bumps in the road at all. The only problem was, it was a little slow, which made traveling long and sometimes boring.

“I don’t suppose you have anything to occupy both of us for a few days; you know, since you aren’t a control freak now?” you ask Trixie as she sits in a chair while relaxing.

Trixie ponders your question for a few moments, “No, afraid not actually; since it used to be just me traveling by myself I usually just practiced my magic skills, or simply passed the time with studying.”

“I see, well this’ll be boring as usual,” you complain.

“Well sorry my company is boring, hmph!” Trixie crosses her arms and looks away from you.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you say, pouting a little.

“Oh I’m sure, maybe if you get on your knees and say sorry I’ll forgive you,” Trixie says as she opens one eye and turns her head slightly to look at you.

“There isn’t a snowballs chance in hell I’m going to do that, and you know it,” you look blankly at her.

“Your metaphors are so strange.” She turns to look at you.

“Your one to talk, Miss.‘speaks in the third person’,” you start chuckling when you see Trixie stick her tongue out at you and walk off.

“I’m going to my room for a bit.” Trixie states as she leaves you in the room, alone.

“Well, what do I do now? I’m not tired, since I slept in today, and it’s not like I can go for a walk,” you sit back and think for a little bit before coming to a conclusion.

“I did forget to eat this morning,” with that, you hop off the couch and make your way to Trixie’s small kitchen.

“Now what do I want to make for lunch?” you ponder the question for a few moments while scanning the various ingredients.

“Maybe I could just make pancakes?” you ask yourself.

“Sure, let’s go with breakfast for lunch!” as you start grabbing what you needed, the commotion catches the attention of Trixie.

“What are you doi-?” she pauses mid-sentence when she notices what you were doing.

“Don’t you even attempt to cook in my house again, or else!” she uses her magic to take the pan away from you.

“Hey, it’s just pancakes,” you say.

“I don’t care; you’re not allowed to cook inside until I know you won’t burn down my home!” Trixie makes it to the kitchen and inspects to see if you started already or not.

“Oh come on, that was only one time and it was because I wasn’t used to using such an old stove,” you say in defense.

“I don’t care, I am not taking that risk again, now shoo, I will cook something if you really want me to; much better than watching my house go up in flames,” she says, still poking fun at you.

“How can I learn if you make me leave? I need to at least get your approval, don’t I?” you ask.

Trixie sighs to herself, “Very well, if that’s what you want,” she begins teaching you on how to use kitchen utensils and appliances, which wouldn’t be a big deal if she wasn’t acting like she is teaching a nine year old. Nevertheless, you still sit through it to make Trixie happy, plus her making you a meal wasn’t so bad, considering the hell she put you through for the last few months.

“And that is how not to burn the place down,” Trixie states as she cleans up.

“You really don’t pull any punches, do you?” you say to Trixie as she finishes.

“What do you mean?” she looks at you in confusion.

“Never mind, thanks for the food,” you say, extending a hand.

“Who said this was for you?” she says, retracting the plate.

“W-what? But you said you would cook for me since I didn’t know how!” you look at her pleadingly.

“I never said I’d make it for you. And besides, you can cook now, so it should be fine,” Trixie says as she pours syrup over them and takes a bite out of the pancakes, “Good idea by the way, making pancakes for lunch. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my studies,” Trixie heads back to her room, leaving you feeling dejected.

You go about making yourself some pancakes and end up burning them a little, but smothering it in syrup makes it edible. You devour your food since cooking made you famished.

After you’re done eating, you wash the dishes you used and go find something to do for a while. You think about reading, but a quick look through her bookshelves shows nothing of interest. You think about just killing time by lounging around when Trixie comes back out of her room and looks over at you.

“I need your help with something, is that okay?” she asks.

“Sure, I’m bored anyway, so I don’t mind.” You say as you walk up to her.

“Alright, I was studying the new book you bought the other day, and there is a simple teleportation spell I wanted to use,” Trixie explains.

“I see, and what would I need to do?” You ask in a slightly cautious tone.

“Well, to put it simply, I was curious if it could teleport you from one end of the room to the other, since something like this would make my magic shows that much better,” Trixie continues to explain.

“And I assume this spell can’t send me back to my world?” You ask curiously.

“No, that type of spell would be difficult to use without proper practice and study. The spell I want to try will simply teleport one to a known location relatively close to the caster, depending on how adept you are at it,” Trixie waits patiently for you to answer.

“Alright, I guess nothing bad will happen with something like this.” You say as you watch Trixie beam a little before looking at the book in her hand.

“Alright, all you’ll need to do is stand there and be still while I focus,” She states, as she points to where she wants you to stand as she takes a deep breath.

“Here I go,” Trixie’s horn begins to glow a light pink as her magic starts to surround you.

You stay as still as possible as her magic travels around your body. You can’t get over what it feels like on your skin. Its slight tingling sensation mixed with gentle warmth coming from it.

It’s never felt this calming before, I wonder if it is because of her personality change? You ask yourself as you close your eyes from the feeling.

A bright flash of light soon follows, making you tighten your eyelids and wait a few seconds after the light vanishes to open them again. The first thing you see is Trixie in the same place looking at you completely dumbfounded. You blink a few times before speaking.

“I guess you need more practice then, huh?” you say to her, but her focus seems to be elsewhere.

“What? You can just try it again later when you study some more. Why are you looking down…” you trail off as soon as you feel a slight breeze where you normally wouldn’t.

“Huh?!” is all that comes out as you realize you are completely naked.

Trixie immediately looks away when snaps back to reality, “W-what are you w-waiting for? Go put on some more clothes!” Trixie shouts as you turn and run to the clothing chest that has all of your clothing and quickly throw something on .

“Uh, Well I’m not naked anymore…” You awkwardly stand there.

“Right, well it appears I need to practice some more. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go and study…” Trixie turns and quickly moves to her room and shuts the door behind her quickly.

You stand there for a moment, trying to calm down. “I can’t believe she teleported my clothes off, I hope she isn’t too freaked out,” a small blush appears on your cheeks.

"I can’t believe that just happened! I’ll never get that image out of my head now, and it doesn’t help he has a nice body. Wait, what am I saying?!" Trixie blushes and violently shakes her thoughts away as she goes back to studying as best she can.

You could hear Trixie yelling something from the other room but could only make out bits and pieces. "Well, whatever she said, it sounds bad" You chuckle nervously with a sigh at the end.

Later on that night, you needed to take a shower, and locate your missing clothing. Afterwards, the bandages on your arm have gotten damp and dirty, so you decide it would be best to change them.

“I’ll need Trixie’s help,” you head over to her room, knock on the door, and wait.

After a moment of silence, Trixie opens the door and pauses, “Um, yes? What do you need?” She asks, trying to keep her normal tone.

Is she still freaked out about earlier? Was it that bad? you ask yourself before speaking, “Uh, the bandages I had on got dirty, and I need help with wrapping it back up. If you don’t mind, that is.”

“Oh, sure I don’t mind, come in, I keep the medical supplies in here,” she moves aside to let you in.

You hesitate at first until Trixie motions for you to go in. As you walk in, you notice many things that you never noticed, granted Trixie never actually let you go in her room before now.

“I like your room; it’s really nice in here. Cozy too,” you say as you get a good look around.

“Thank you, it makes me feel more relaxed when I keep things simple,” Trixie states as she tells you to sit on her bed, which is quite soft and warm.

After grabbing her medical kit and sitting on the bed next to you, she starts applying the bandage, and makes sure it isn’t too tight, “Hey, I hope the incident that happened earlier wasn’t too upsetting for you. I just wasn’t expecting that to happen,” you say, trying to ease the tension in the air.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t like you intended it to happen, but you could have at least not been so easy going about it,” She says. “I mean, how would you react if that happened to me?” Trixie asks you, trying to make a point.

“Meh, I doubt it’d faze me much,” You say in a nonchalant tone earning you a glare and a quick punch into your side.

“Ouch, I was only playing, sheesh.” You say as you rub your side.

“Well I didn’t find it funny at all,” Trixie states, almost seeming offended.

You chuckle aloud, “Anyway thanks, let me know if you need me to help again,” You say while quickly standing to leave.

“Wait, I want to ask you something.” She says.

You turn to look at her with a bit of confusion imprinted on your face, “Yeah?”

“I wanted to know if I am getting better at not being so ‘high and mighty’ is all.” She looks up at you curiously, awaiting you answer.

“Is that it?” You chuckle again. “I admit at first you took me by complete surprise with this personality switch, but I’m not complaining since I can actually consider you a friend now. Not to mention the fact that I don’t feel stressed from constantly arguing with you.”

Trixie sighs happily, “That’s good, I was worried you wouldn’t give me a second chance after treating you so badly before,” She says.

You sigh to yourself and sit back down, “Listen, I might be hard headed and stubborn at times, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to forgive, granted I am still a little cautious admittedly.”

“I understand. I’ll try to not make you suffer while being here.” Trixie says with a small nod.

“You know, depressed Trixie is more of a pain then superior Trixie. You can cheer up since we’re friends now, right?” You ask as a smile plants itself firmly on your face.

“Yeah,” She says, smiling back at you.

“Good, so now that that’s over, do you want to work on getting that spell down or whatever?” You ask.

Trixie thinks about it for a moment before replying, “Sure, I think I can get it right this time.”

“Okay, stand there,” Trixie, says to you as she charges her spell.

As she does the spell, a familiar flash of light appears and you feel yourself flipped around. You open your eyes to Trixie being upside down, “Huh?” Was all you could manage to get out before falling, smacking the floor with a loud ‘THUD’, “Okay, that was painful.”

Trixie, who is laughing, walks over to you, “Are you alright?”

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” You ask, slowly getting up off the floor, making sure to favor your injured arm and catching your breath.

“No, but it was still funny.” She says as she wipes a tear from her eye.

“You’re so cruel,” You let out a small chuckle.

“I am not cruel, it just happened to be a funny incident,” She says as she slowly stops laughing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think that would happen,” Trixie apologizes.

“It’s alright, as long as you don’t do that again,” You say, righting yourself.

“I better wait a day before trying that again; but at least your clothes stayed on this time. That was not a pleasant experience,” Trixie states.

You simply chuckle and run your hand through your hair in embarrassment.

“I’m starting to get hungry, want to get dinner started?” Trixie asks.

“Sure! I don’t mind helping you.” You say cheerfully.

“I didn’t say I’d be helping, now hop to it,” A smug expression appears on her face.

“Psh, then you’re starving because I’m not cooking for you; otherwise you’ll just try to get me to cater to your every whim!” You say while laughing.

“Fine, but I’m deciding what to eat,” She states as she heads for the small kitchen.

Well, I did say I wanted things to get more exciting around here. You smile to yourself as you follow after her.

Author's Note

I'll have Chapter three out when I can.

Drunken Confessions

Light begins to pour into the caravan window, signaling that morning has arrived. You’re peacefully sleeping away when a beam of light hits you in your eyes, causing you to stir from your peaceful slumber. As you slowly open your eyes and notice how bright it is inside the caravan, you roll over and try to go back to bed. Unfortunately, you cannot seem to fall back to sleep so you decide it would just be best to get up.

You yawn loudly as you slowly get up and walk to the kitchen, “Time to get some coffee,” you say as you open a cabinet to grab a bag of coffee beans.

As you get a teakettle and start filling it with water, you turn and start the stove. You let the kettle sit for a little bit, waiting for it to boil and leaning against the sink. It takes about fifteen minutes for the water to come to a boil. You prepare the coffee beans and pour the hot water over them, making sure to not burn yourself and let it sit. It doesn’t take long for the caravan to start filling up with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The smell makes your mouth start to water as you grab a cup and fill it with coffee along with some cream and sugar. You proceed to blow on it a bit before taking a sip. Sure enough, it tastes great and the smell makes it even better.

You soon hear hoofsteps coming from Trixie’s room. You turn to see her opening the door and walking out, “Good morning, I’m surprised you’re up.”

“Yeah, I am as well. Thought I’d go ahead and make coffee since I was up. There’s plenty left if you want some,” you say offering her a mug as she walks up to you.

“I would love some, thanks,” she gingerly takes the mug from your hand and pours herself a glass as well.

Trixie takes a deep breath, taking in the smell of the fresh brew, “It smells wonderful.”

“It tastes a lot better than most of the coffee brands in my world that’s for sure,” You say in agreement.

You both stand in silence, slowly sipping on the hot coffee and enjoying its taste. You casually look over at Trixie, who is drinking her drink slowly with her eyes resting shut. Your eyes begin to drift away from her face and move downward. Over the week that has passed, she has become more comfortable with you around; at least enough to walk out of her room in her pajamas. Trixie was wearing a T-shirt and shorts that came to her mid-thigh. Even you have to admit it’s hard not to stare. You rip your eyes away and go back to drinking from your mug when you hear Trixie say something.

“Oops,” Trixie says as she sits her mug down and grab a towel close by.

She bends over to clean some coffee off the floor she accidently spilt. You look over at her as your eyes lock in place at the sight in front of you. Trixie’s tail swings back and forth, making her butt visible for your viewing pleasure. You can see a perfect outline of it thanks to Trixie’s tight shorts. You can’t help but think how nice it looks from the angle she is at. The sight causes a slight blush to form as her enticing curves keep your eyes locked in place.

“There we go,” Trixie says and suddenly stands, causing you to become startled and choke on the coffee you had mindlessly been drinking.

“What’s wrong?” Trixie asks as she turns to you.

“Nothing, I just took too big of a gulp, that’s all.” You say, trying to look as casual as possible.

“Well alright then, if you say so.” She starts to drink the rest of her beverage.

That was close, if she even thought I looked at her butt, she’d kill me! You mentally sigh. The last thing you need her to know is the fact that you even remotely find her attractive. Mainly because she would most likely use it against you or taunt you with it, since she usually ends up going back into her superiority complex. At least it isn’t as overbearing this time around.

“So, I checked to see how close we were to the next town just before coming out here, and I noticed we are less than an hour away,” Trixie states.

You look at her and smile, “Really? That’s great! I can finally stretch my legs and have a look around.”

Trixie looks over at you, “Not without me you aren’t; I also want to come with so I can scope out the area and find the best location to set up my caravan.”

“Alright, any idea on a specific spot you’re looking for?” You ask.

“Not really, it depends on the town.” Trixie says as she downs the rest of her coffee.

“Well I’m going to take a shower and change.” Trixie places her cup in the sink and leaves.

“Okay, I’ll do the same after you, I guess.” You finish your mug of coffee as well, and head to the living room to grab some clean clothes and wait for Trixie to finish.

It doesn’t take too long for Trixie to finish her business, allowing you to take care of yours. After a refreshing shower, you get dressed and wait for the caravan to reach its destination. Trixie engages in some small talk with you while waiting. Time passes relatively fast, and before long, you reach the city limits, taking in the sight of the town, you both look out the window and see tall buildings stacked next to each other with the town hall sitting off to the side by itself, making it easy to identify.

“We’ll need to swing by there first to get a permit to do a show in the city.” Trixie says, pointing at the town hall.

“A permit? Since when did we need permits for the performances?” You ask, confused.

“We need one no matter where we go. The only reason you didn’t notice is because of your lack of participation previously,” Trixie says, poking fun at you.

“Hey, who would want to work for a tyrant?” You say with a smirk.

Trixie looks away from you, “I wasn’t a tyrant, just a bit strict, is all.”

“A bit strict, really?” You simply add.

“Hmph! Fine, maybe I was more than just a bit strict.” Her tail twitches in annoyance.

You simply chuckle at her behavior. You may not completely understand why her personality did a one eighty after the incident, but you enjoy the fact that it happened, nonetheless. Trixie in just over a weeks time has gone from a manipulating control freak, to a good friend and pleasant mare to be around. Of course, you didn’t really look into it much, just in case you brought up anything that could possibly cause her to revert back to her old self. So that was enough for you to just leave it as is.

You chance a glance over at her. The first notable change was that she was more relaxed in her sitting posture. She was slightly slouched over the back of the couch you both were sitting on with her eyes closed and steady soft breathing. Another difference was her change in clothing choices around you. They seem more casual than the fancy magician’s outfit and a cape like it used to be. That made you happy when you first noticed it. Of course, it didn’t make her any less attractive physically. You usually catch yourself staring at her from time to time, and try forcing yourself not to look. But male hormones take over, and you end up enjoying the view anyway. Your eyes continue scan over Trixie, as you get lost in thought. However, Trixie’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“What are you looking at?” She asks staring right at you.

A light blush makes its way across your face, “N-nothing, I was just lost in thought is all.”

“You weren’t thinking lecherous thoughts were you? Trixie narrows her eyes.

“N-no, why do you always jump to that conclusion?” You fake being annoyed.

“I don’t always jump to that conclusion! You’re just acting very guilty right now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You avoid eye contact.

Trixie smirks and crosses her arms, “I suppose I can’t blame you; after all, I am quite beautiful.”

“Ha! How would anyone think of you as beautiful?” You say without thinking.

A pillow suddenly hits you in the face, causing a soft ‘Oof’ to escape your lips.

“Hey that was-” Another pillow hits you in the face.

“Will you-”

“Where are you getting these?!” You yell out.

Trixie demonstrated by spawning one from nothing with her magic.

“Oh, right. I forgo-” A fourth pillow hits you.

You just sigh in defeat and throw your hands up in surrender, “I take it back.”

Trixie eyes you suspiciously for a moment before relaxing, “Good, now that we have that settled, I will put on my cape and hat and we’ll be off.”

The caravan rolls into town and parks in an opening by a shop near the square.

You step outside and stretch, “Ah finally, I’ll be able to stretch my legs!”

Trixie soon follows behind you. “Ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” You both take off walking.

You take in the sights and sounds of the busy town. Watching as both Mares and Stallions alike go about their day. However, Trixie didn’t do the same. She just looked forward as you both headed straight for town hall. You just assume that being a traveler would do that. Another curious development, you notice, is that Trixie is walking closer to you than normal.

I guess she is becoming more carefree since we’re friends now, You think to yourself.

Entering the Town Hall, the first thing you notice the smell of paper and ink in the air. Of course, the equine writing reports helps with that. As you approached the front desk, a middle-aged stallion looks up from his paperwork and greets the two of us.

“Good morning, what can I do for you?” He asks.

“We would like a permit to perform within city limits for a couple of days, please,” Trixie says.

“Alright, that’s easy enough. Just pay the permit fee and it’s yours,” The Stallion says as Trixie hands him the fee.

Trixie turns to leave, with you following close behind, “I think this is the first time someone other than you has not even batted an eyelash when they see me.” You say.

“Well this is quite a large town, so most likely they get a lot of different folk here, so to them you are just another face,” Trixie explains.

“That’s fine by me, I like this place already.” You say happily.

“Just don’t do anything stupid, and you’ll be just fine,” Trixie warns.

“And who would be doing something stupid here?” You ask, defensively.

Trixie starts becoming amused by your defensive tone, “You, of course, who else?”

“When was the last time I did something stupid?” You retort back.

“Well, getting our money stolen by someone for starters.”

You simply grunt and look away from Trixie, making her chuckle at your reaction.

“Alright, now to find the perfect place to set up my caravan, as well as putting up fliers,” Trixie simply mulls over the possibilities for a moment.

For the next couple of hours, you and Trixie walk around town putting up fliers on post boards and in taverns. You think about what beer tastes like here for a moment, when Trixie tells you she wouldn’t babysit a drunkard, and she would simply leave you behind and let you get dragged by her spell back to the caravan. So needless to say, you quickly decide against it.

“So what do we do now?” You ask curiously.

“Well, the empty lot we passed earlier makes for a great place to set up a stage. So I say after I move the caravan into place, we just set up and practice,” she says.

“What, again? We should at least go out and have some fun. I mean, all work and no play makes Trixie a dull mare,” you state, giving Trixie a slight nudge.

Trixie gives you an annoyed look, “I never said we couldn’t goof off afterwards, just not until we at least conduct business first.”

“Alright, that has me amped up at least. So, I assume I am in your magic show permanently now?” you ask.

“Of course it does, even I have to admit you are a nice attraction,” she explains.

“What am I, a pet?” You ask, mocking annoyance.

“But of course you are,” Trixie gives you a deadpan answer, knowing it would bug you.

You grunt in annoyance at her remark, making her giggle at your reaction.

It suddenly hits you, Trixie, giggled? you turn and look at her with a slightly surprised expression on your face.

“What are you looking at me like that for?”

“I’ve never heard you laugh like that before, it was really cute!” you blurt out without thinking.

Trixie looks at you, blushes at your remark, then quickly looks away and picks up her pace to walk ahead of you. She didn’t even notice herself acting so childishly at all, and she didn’t want any more slip ups to happen.

You pick up the pace as well, “Hey, what happened? Was it something I said?” You ask, confused.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it!” Trixie simply looks ahead trying to hide the remaining blush that remains on her face.

You simply look at Trixie, trying to guess what it was, to no avail.

~*~*~

“Alright, now that we’ve moved the caravan, we’ll need to get to work immediately!” exclaimed Trixie.

“What do we do first?” you ask.

“Well, I’ve been secretly testing another interesting spell I learned the other day, and I want to try it out.” Trixie says as she takes her hat off her head.

“I’m not going to end up naked again, am I?” you ask.

“That won’t happen; it isn’t even that type of spell!” Trixie says, slightly flustered.

“Well, what is it then?” you ask, shutting the caravan door behind you and collapsing onto the couch.

“Instead of explaining it, I’ll just show you,” Trixie grabs another hat off the shelf and tosses it to you.

Trixie’s horn starts to glow its usual bright pink coloration as she charges her spell. As she releases it, her hat as well as yours starts to glow brightly. As the light dulls, you look up at Trixie and notice her slowly stick her hand into her hat all the way to her elbow.

“What is this suppose to-” you stop talking when you feel something tap your chest. You look to see Trixie’s arm coming from your hat, “Whoa!” You say, startled and almost dropping the hat.

Trixie laughs at your reaction, “Interesting trick, huh?”

“It’s really cool!”

Trixie smiles at your praise, “But of course, with this, I’ll be able to take anything that I previously know of from my hat. It will make a lot of my magic tricks easier.”

You stare curiously at the hat in your hands; moving slowly, you lift up your hand and start reaching into the hat.

“Careful not to-” Trixie stops speaking when she looks down.

You reach in, and a second later, your palm presses against something soft and round, “Soft? What did I just-” You freeze in place when you see what you ended up grabbing.

“Ahhhh!” Trixie screams making you rip your arm out of the hat, making it fall into your lap.

You blush and throw your arms up in surrender, “I’m sorry! I d-didn’t mean to g-grab your…”

Trixie’s face glows bright red from both embarrassment and anger. She looks at your panicking form and notices the position of the hat was in. She raises her hand and punches the hat.

A loud ‘Oof!’ escapes your lips and soon after, are doubling over in pain and tearing up.

“I’m… Sorry,” You say in a strained tone.

“I forgive you, just be sure to be more careful next time.” A light blush is still planted across her face.

You slowly get the ability to stand back up as you wobble to your feet after Trixie’s punishment.

“Di-did you have to hit me there that hard?” you stutter.

“Of course! You touched my…” She trails off for a moment. “I haven’t even let a stallion touch me there.” She adds.

“It was an accident, I didn’t mean to!” you yell.

“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t!” Trixie looks at you with an annoyed expression.

You simply groan in frustration and roll your eyes.

“What if a stallion doesn’t find me attractive because I’ve been touched inappropriately?” Trixie says, in a worried tone.

“That’s a stupid thing to think, you’re plenty attractive, and anyone can see that!” You blurt out.

Trixie blushes deeply at your words.

You idiot, you idiot, you idiot! you yell in your head, mentally kicking yourself repeatedly, your face turning bright red as well.

“Huh?!” was all Trixie could say.

“N-nothing, I was just caught in the m-moment and I just…” you try to explain, but can’t think straight.

“N-never mind!” You quickly walk past her and head out of the caravan.

“Ah damnit, why did I say that?” you ask yourself, repeatedly banging your head against a light pole a few feet from the caravan.

“I just ended up blurting it out unconsciously… now she’ll think I’m even weirder!” you run your fingers through your hair in frustration, letting out a sigh.

“Now it’s going to be awkward around her most likely; it didn’t help that I ran out of the place like that.” You turn and lean against the light post, thinking about walking back inside and playing the whole thing off as some ‘joke’ and hope she just went with it.

Suddenly, you hear a small yelp and frustrated cry from behind you. As you turn, you see a mare standing over a knocked over flowerpot, shouting and complaining about why it is so heavy.

“Excuse me, do you need any help?” you ask, causing the mare to look at you.

“Why yes, that would be much appreciated, thank you!” She smiles brightly.

You walk over next to her and pick up the pot she dropped. She motions for you to follow her her into a small building close by. As you enter, a faint smell of flowers hits your nose, but you see none in the immediate area. The mare asks you to carry it to the table on the other side of the room.

“Thank you so much for the help, it was very chivalrous of you,” she says in a gentle and sweet tone

“Eh, don’t worry about it, it isn’t a big deal. Was this a flower shop at one point?” You ask out of curiosity.

“Yes, sadly it didn’t make enough money and got shut down,” she says, a sad expression on her face.

“Ah, that’s a shame. Well, I’ll be going now if you don’t mind,” You say as you turn to leave.

“No wait! I haven’t given you a reward yet for helping me!” she exclaims.

“Uh, that isn’t necessary; I mean it was just a pot.” You say, but she moves in front of you.

“Nonsense, you helped me, so let me help you,” She takes another step forward.

“Help me with wha-” the mare interrupts by pushing herself into you and up against a table. Shocked at the events, you lose your ability to speak. The first thing you notice is her arms working up around your neck as she stares into your eyes.

“W-what are-” You try to speak but she silences you with a finger.

“A big, strong male like you should be properly rewarded for helping a mare out, right?” she begins to trace your jaw line.

“I-I don’t think you n-need to worry about it.” You stutter.

“Please let me reward you?” She says in a sweet delicate voice, pushing up against you.

You snap out of your timid state, pull away, and gently push her off you, “Whoa, you’re pretty and all, but there is no way I can do this.” You say, trying to persuade her into dropping it.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that, it’s been so long since I’ve had a good rutting.” She suddenly grabs your hand and places it on her breast.

You immediately rip your hand away, “I said no, I refuse to do this!” hearing your words make her frown in disappointment.

“Well that’s too bad; I was going to let you have some fun first. But I guess we’ll do this the hard way,” She snaps her fingers and two large stallions walk in from one side of the room and one from the other side and quickly surround you.

“Well, since you didn’t want to play along, we’ll just have to rough you up a bit and take whatever we find valuable on you,” The mare says in a threatening tone.

The surrounding stallions grab, push, and hold you down onto the table tightly. You try fighting against them but they’re much stronger then you are and one is gripping your injury causing a lot of pain, so you don’t get very far. The mare then leans in and smiles, “Get searching you two!”

Out of nowhere, the front door of the abandoned shop gets flung open, causing the two stallions and mare to jump and quickly look towards the noise. Trixie is standing there with a smile on her face as she calmly scans the situation.

“Who are you?!” one of the stallions ask.

“That is none of your concern, I would suggest you let go of my friend there and leave immediately,” Trixie warns.

The three laugh simultaneously, “What are you going to do if we don’t? The mare asks.

Her smile turns into a deadly serious expression, “I will burn you three alive,” She demonstrates by holding out her hand and makes a roaring flame appear out of nowhere, light flickering in her eyes.

“S-she’s a mage, boss!” The other stallion speaks up.

“We’re getting out of here!” The mare as well as the two stallions bolt for the back door.

You get off the table, rubbing your sore arm where the stallion grabbed. You quickly turn to see Trixie walking up. “Why do you always get into these situations?”

You simply sigh and hang your head.

You start heading back with Trixie, “I told you, you have to be careful around here, there are all sorts of crooks that will take advantage of you,” Trixie scolds you.

“Sorry, the girl just wanted my help; I didn’t think I’d almost get mugged,” You say.

“I guess it’s alright, but what if I wasn’t there to get you out of that mess?” Trixie asks, concerned.

“I understand. I’ll be more careful from here on out.” You say.

Trixie notices you still rubbing your injured arm, “How is your arm?”

“It should be fine, he was just gripping it a little hard, is all,” you say, trying to play it off as nothing.

“I better look at it when we get back inside, to be safe.” Trixie says.

“If you say so,” You mutter in a soft voice, but Trixie hears it anyway.

“I do say so! After all, someone has to take care of you,” Trixie says in her usual stubborn tone.

“Sheesh, you treat me like a kid,” You mutter sarcastically towards her.

“Well I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t act like one,” Trixie smirks.

“I don’t act like a kid!” You angrily retort.

“Only a child would get so agitated at those remarks.” Trixie laughs when you roll your eyes and ignore her.

Trixie’s expression becomes serious again, “You know, I was worried when I couldn’t find you; you're just lucky I heard your voice.”

“I know. It’s just a good thing you’re around; otherwise, I’d be up the creek without a paddle,” You nervously laugh.

“What does that mean? I don’t think I’ve heard the phrase ‘up a creek without a paddle’ before.”

“It means I’d be lost without you around, so I am really happy to have you around,” You look over at her and smile genuinely.

A light blush appears on Trixie’s cheeks, “You i-idiot, you don’t have to say it like that.”

“What do you mean? I was just paying you a compliment. I thought you couldn’t get enough of them,” you laugh a little at your own joke.

“That’s not what I meant! Oh never mind!” Trixie opens the door to her caravan and walks in, you following close behind.

“Well, follow me so I can look at your arm,” Trixie says, walking to her room.

You follow her and do the same routine by walking in and sitting, in the same place, waiting for her to get everything, and let her start unraveling the bandages. Once she finishes collecting the used bandages, she tosses them in a nearby trashcan.

“Well, there is a little bit of blood on the bandages, but otherwise, it is still fine,” she starts adding fresh bandages.

“That’s good, though now it will take even longer to heal up properly.” you start pouting a little.

“And whose fault was that?” Trixie asks, knowing the answer.

“Mine, I know.” You say with a sigh.

“Good, I would hope you do.”

“You don’t have to scold me, you know?”

“Yes I do, otherwise you won’t listen to me.”

“Well, I wonder why…” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“By the way, I saw you grab that other mares breast…” Trixie says, tightening her grip on the bandages.

“I d-didn’t grab her breast! She grabbed my hand and p-put it there!” you stutter.

“Oh, I am sure you did. I bet you enjoyed it too, didn’t you?” Trixie asks.

“No I didn’t! Why would you care anyway?” you ask in suspicion.

“There is no reason in particular… I was just curious, is all...” Trixie fiddles with the bandages a little.

You are about to press for answers, when you are interrupted by a knock on the door in the other room.

“Huh? Who could that be?” You ask in confusion.

“I’m not sure,” Trixie adds before she heads out to check

You can hear the door open and someone unfamiliar talking on the other side. Trixie thanks the person before shutting the door. You hop off the bed and walk in the other room where Trixie is reading a pamphlet.

“Hey, what was all that about?” you ask.

“That was the local mailmare… she was delivering pamphlets about a specific magic show competition…” She trails off.

“Is it special or something?” You ask

“Yes, of course it is! If you win, not only do you get prize money, but you also get featured all over Equestria!” She says enthusiastically.

“That sounds good,” You simply say.

“Good? This is fantastic! If we win this, we’ll be very famous!” Trixie’s horn shoots off sparks as her eyes light up from sheer excitement.

“Well, when and where is it?”

“It’s just at the next town over, a single nights travel, and it’s in four days, so there is plenty of time to make it there!” Trixie explains, excitedly.

You smile at her, “Alright, that sounds interesting at least. Though I assume that means lots of practice, which will be a pain…”

“Yes, there must be lots of preparation and practice! I have to make sure I win, no matter what it takes!”

“This is important to you, huh?” you ask out of curiosity.

“Of course this is important. I’ve been trying to improve all year for this event!” Trixie states as she folds the pamphlet back up.

“Well all right, I’ll try not to complain too much then.”

“We need to start practice right away! And now that I think about it, we don’t need to work a show night since we’ll need to get to the next town as soon as possible!” Trixie continues to ramble.

“Hey, slow down there. You said it was in four days, no need to rush out so quickly. Besides, we haven’t had a chance to goof off yet,” you try to explain.

“Are you crazy?! We haven’t the time to goof off!”

“Oh come on, not like we could possibly be late. And it would just be for a little while.” You try to plead.

“I said no, and that’s final!” Trixie crosses her arms and stomps a hoof.

“Pleaaaase! It will only be for a little while, then we can go,” you continue to plead.

“Well…” Trixie starts to think while you wait patiently.

“Oh all right, if you’re going to insist and beg, I suppose it would be cruel to just say no,”

“Awesome!” You simply add.

“Let me change and we’ll go.”

A few minutes later, Trixie gets ready and you both head out. The sun is starting to set as you both head off towards town.

“So, where are we going?” Trixie asks.

“I don’t know. Figured we’d just walk around and whatnot till you really wanted to leave,” you say, staring up at the afternoon sky.

“I see, that doesn’t seem very exciting,” Trixie adds.

“Well, even back on my world I didn’t do much of anything interesting. So walks like these were always something I enjoyed doing. Of course, ever since you brought me here, I’ve had quite a bit of excitement; not that it’s a bad thing,” you explain.

“I see, so you enjoy it here?” Trixie asks with a slight hesitation in her voice.

You think to yourself for a moment before speaking, “Well, at first I just hated it here, but this isn’t that bad of a place at all. I will miss this place when I go back to my world, that’s for sure,” you aren’t sure, but you could have sworn Trixie frowned when you finished.

“Hey, you okay?” you ask, concerned when she doesn’t reply.

“Huh? Oh sorry, I was just thinking to myself,” Trixie says finally.

“What about?” you ask.

“Oh nothing, hey lets go to a tavern. You said you wanted to try some cider, right?” Trixie says, changing the subject.

“Really? Are you sure?” You ask, confused.

“Well, you might as well try it now. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you in a ditch somewhere,” She adds with a laugh.

“Well alright, if you’re sure, let’s go,” you smile at her as she heads towards the tavern, with you following close beside her.

Trixie opens the doors of the tavern and walks in first. Few customers pay any attention to the both of you. As you walk up to the bar, Trixie calls over the barkeep. “One mug of cider, if you would.”

“What, you aren’t drinking any?” You ask as a mug of cider is put in front of you.

“Well, I’ve never drank before; since I’ve always traveled alone and all. I’d rather pass.” She says, unsure.

“Ah, I understand, but you might as well as try some. Besides, I’m here with you.” You say reassuringly.

“And how do I know you won’t take advantage of me when I do?” Trixie asks mischievously.

You nearly spit out your first sip of cider when she finishes your sentence. “W-What makes you think I would do that?!” You nearly yell, blushing.

Trixie bursts out into laughter, “You should’ve seen the look on your face!” Trixie waves her joke off, “Don’t worry, I know you wouldn’t even have the guts to try anything on me anyway.”

Your expression turns into one of annoyance, a blush still planted on your face as you take a large gulp of your cider. “Are you going to drink or not?”

“Yes, yes I am,” A cocky smile firmly stuck in place as she calls for the barkeep.

Roughly, two hours later, Trixie is on her seventh mug, while you’re on your fourth. It was really starting to show just how much of a lightweight Trixie is.

“Hey, I demand you carry me back to the caravan! I am your mishtress and I demand you treat me as shuch!” she says with a big slur to her words.

“Trixie, will you talk a little quieter? Everyone can hear you.” You whisper to her.

“What? I can talk as loud as I want. Now take me home,” She says as she falls onto you from her stool.

“Alright fine, whatever you want.” You quickly pay the tab, and guide a drunk Trixie out to the night air.

“It feels nice out,” you say while supporting Trixie, walking away from the tavern.

“Yeah it is nice.” She replies, and with a short pause, “Well?”

“Well what?” You ask.

“I said to carry me, did I not?” Trixie says, slurring every word.

“I-I thought you were kidding…” Your head droops a little, “Fine, I’ll carry you…” You let it go, no point in arguing.

“Yay! That is how a loyal ‘familiar’ is supposed to act!” Trixie says, then she wraps her arms around your neck as you lift her up, her legs wrapping firmly around your waist, as she rests against your back.

Luckily, she isn’t as heavy as you thought. And as long as she doesn’t thrash, you figure it would be fine. As you walk down the road, you can feel her tail swing back and forth, as she lightly hums in your ear.

“You’re being quite obedient.” She states, snickering immediately afterwards.

“Well, it is partially my fault you're drunk. Besides, my mind has become altered to not feel like arguing.” You blandly say.

“Psh, you're no fun…”

“Well miss ‘high and mighty’, I could just drop and leave you here you know?” You mouth off laughing a little.

“You wouldn’t dare do that to your mistress,” she says as she places her head against the base of your neck.

“Nah, but I can’t let you win every battle.” You adjust yourself to make it easier to carry the drunken mare.

Trixie squeezes your waist with her legs, “And you wonder why I poke fun at you.”

“And here I thought it was because you liked me,” you couldn’t help but chuckle at your own comment.

Trixie shifts a little in your grasp, “Who w-would li-like a guy like you…” she stutters.

You nervously chuckle, “I know, I was just joking.”

“Well I-…” Trixie trails off.

“What?” you ask.

“I-I forgot,” Trixie says quickly.

“I see, you are quite forgetful when drunk; that might be useful if I mess something up,” you mumble the last part.

“And what reason would you need to know this?” Trixie looks up from your shoulder.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” you muse at the possible scapegoats.

“You know I can just write out my memories into a spell so I won’t forget them, right?” She says, giving you her best look of annoyance she could manage, which doesn’t work well when she lets out a hiccup.

“That’s what I was afraid of…” You silently curse the fact that she knows magic for a second.

“So you were going to do things to me, you perv,” Trixie glares at you.

“Why do you assume I am going to do something perverted to you every time?” An unamused expression settles on your face.

“Because, I know males your age always think about getting a beautiful mare like myself in bed,” She states in a matter-of-fact way.

“Well I haven’t thought of doing anything to you,” You sigh aloud.

“That’s a shame; I just might have been tempted to let you try something,” She whispers to you, letting her breath gently caress your skin.

Your heart skips a beat as a shiver travel’s up your spine, “W-w-w-what did you say?!” you say, nearly dropping Trixie.

She bursts out into laughter again, “You lose your head so easily,” She buries her snout into your neck while she try to muffle her laughter.

“Tsk!” You pick up the pace, annoyed at the fact that Trixie tricked you so badly.

You finally make it back to the caravan, Trixie oddly stayed silent for the rest of the way, aside from the occasional hiccup or mumble. You shift around so you can open the door without dropping Trixie and walk inside. Slowly, you make your way to Trixie’s room and head inside.

“Hey, we’re here.” You say.

“Finally, carry me to my bed please,” She says as she looks around.

You oblige her request and gently sit her onto her bed, which she immediately falls over, her head somehow landing on her pillow. She starts to fumble with her cape she is wearing but soon stops, “Help take this off, your mistress demands it!” Trixie points to the cape hooks over her chest.

“I don’t think you want me to…” You trail off.

“Oh be a man and do it,” Trixie scolds.

“Uh, okay, if you say so…” You carefully work the hooks loose, careful not to accidentally touch anything. Her cape pops open and falls to her side; exposing her small frame underneath. Her loose fitting shirt morphed to her body, some parts were more profound than others were.

You avert your eyes as you slide her cape from under her. And turn to fold it up in her closet. Unbeknownst to you, Trixie notices your awkward behavior and smiles mischievously.

You just finish putting up her cape when from behind you, you hear her speak, “Take care of these as well,”

You turn around and are intercepted by something hitting your face. You grab the object and hold it out, “Pants?” You freeze in place and peek over at Trixie, who is now pantless and lying with her eyes closed, relaxing and giving you full view of her light blue panties. They hugged her hips perfectly; unfortunately that also spells disaster for your mind. You also notice her lean, perfect legs, not a flaw in any sense of the word.

You toss her pants and look away quickly, Drunk Trixie is bad; very, very bad!

“Uh, well I’ll be going, good night,” But before you make it to the door it slams tight, magic glowing around the handle.

You audibly gulp as you feel a force grab the back of your shirt and drag you backwards, making you trip and fall onto the bed next to Trixie. You look over at her and notice an amused grin on her face.

“I’m bored,” Was all she says.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, I’m kinda tired so…” you pause when you see Trixie make a pouty face. Something you couldn’t even imagine Trixie pulling off well, but she does, and rather adorably too.

“At least stay till I fall asleep,” She says, hiccuping at the end.

“Fine, I’ll stay a little longer,” A blush spreads across your face; you could only hope she was too drunk to notice.

“Hey,” She starts, making you snap to attention.

“You know, I was kidding about the pervert comment and stuff, right?”

“Well you can’t help it in your state. I shouldn’t have let you drink so much, so its half my fault.” You scratch your cheek from nervousness.

She pauses a few moments before speaking up again, “You know, I always have fun with you around.”

“Well, even I have to admit that it has been fun, as of late.” You say in agreement.

“Then why don’t you just…” She pauses.

“Just what?” You ask.

“Just… stay here.” She finishes.

“What?” You ask, surprised.

“You now, instead of going back you stay here…” She tries to sit up but ends up falling on top of you.

You place your hands on her waist to keep her from falling, “Uh, I don’t think…” You aren’t sure how to continue what you were saying.

“Before you came along, I had no one to keep me company; I didn’t really have anyone to talk to or be around. All I had was my profession as a performer. But even though the crowds and money keeps me temporarily happy, I always find myself here... alone.”

You can’t help but feel bad for her; you couldn’t imagine being on the road for so long with no one to keep you company.

“I’m happy that I could make your life more exciting. But I need to think about something like that. I don’t really fit in and I-” Trixie cuts you off with a finger.

“It would make me happy to have you around,” Trixie starts inching forward.

What could I even hope to say to her now? I’d feel very bad if I left her, but… Your mind is racing one hundred miles an hour as Trixie leans closer, her breath gently caressing your lips. You swallow hard, not sure of how to react. Closing your eyes, you lose what train of thought you had left and move forward. However, her head resting against your chest and soft snoring snaps you out of it. Trixie is peacefully lying on your chest, murmuring in her sleep.

I… can’t believe I almost… you trail off and quickly but gently move Trixie off you and tuck her under the blankets, she smiles when you do so.

You smile when you see her do so, but quickly shake your head and quickly leave, turning off her light. Your night went very different than you thought it would. Leaning against Trixie’s bedroom door, you go over everything that happened. “I can’t believe I almost kissed…”

No, I wanted to… you conclude.

“I really need to decide if I want to stay, or leave. If not for me, then for her…” You walk up to the couch and lay down, soon letting the comforts of sleep take over.

Yes, Master

It is pitch black inside the caravan when you wake with a start. You let your eyes focus while looking from side to side. As you gain your bearings, you notice you aren’t sleeping where you normally do--instead you find yourself in none other than Trixie’s room, lying on her bed. Trixie is sleeping away with her head resting on your shoulder, lightly snoring peacefully with a small smile planted on her lips. You blink multiple times trying to make sense of the situation unfolding in front of you. Your movement causes Trixie to stir from her slumber. She slowly looks up at you and smiles wider.

“Wh-What are you doing?” You ask, still a little drowsy from just waking up.

Trixie doesn’t answer; instead she moves a hand up to your cheek and caresses it. You blush at her touch, she giggles from your reaction. Next Trixie sits up a little and looks into your eyes, her eyes seem to stare into your very soul.

“Stay with me…” She says, catching you a little off guard.

“I… I can’t,” you say to her, making her frown.

“Why?” She asks.

“Because I’m not supposed to…”

“I don’t understand,” Trixie looks at you confused.

“I was never meant to be here, so I couldn’t stay even if I wanted to,” you say, slightly depressed.

“Who says that?”

“Well, I am the only one of my kind here, I’m supposed to go to my own world,” you state.

“Is that what you really want?” She asks in a serious manner.

“I…I’m not sure,” you say, avoiding eye contact.

“What attachments do you have in your world?” She asks.

You think about it for a few moments. “Nothing much,” you conclude.

“Then do you not want to be here because of me?” She asks timidly.

“No, of course not--you’re the only reason why I want to stay!” You say, raising your voice to match your rising feelings.

“Then what is stopping you?” She smiles at you.

“My own doubt that you were really speaking truthfully…” you trail off.

“You’ll never know unless you ask,” She says reassuringly.

“Were you being completely truthful to me?” You ask, hesitant.

She starts laughing at your question, “Not me, silly,” she suddenly crawls on top of you and presses her nose against yours, “I meant the real me.” She slowly leans and kisses you deeply, forcing her tongue into your mouth for a few seconds before pulling away, a trail of saliva lingering a little.

“I’m here to help relieve your built up tension,” she says with a wink.

You audibly gulp, as she leans in to kiss you again. You lean in as well, closing your eyes, waiting to connect. When nothing happens, you open your eyes slowly. The first thing you see is Trixie furiously staring into your eyes with an impatient expression on her face.

“Wake up, you dumbass!” she yells, pressing her nose against yours.

You jolt awake, looking around quickly. The light filling the room of the caravan indicates that this is quite a different ‘world’ from that of the dream you just had. You rub your face to wake yourself up more, yawning as you do so. I like escaping from reality though. As you sit up, you recall the dream you just woke up from, running your hand through your hair while sighing.

“I should’ve guessed I’d end up dreaming about her, considering I couldn’t get her out of my head last night,” you grumble to yourself as you sit in silence.

How am I going to come up with an answer for her? I…I want to stay, but is it allowed? Am I really allowed to just ditch my world, my family and friends that are there?

Not that I have many strong attachments for them in my world... you allow yourself to fall back into the couch.

“I wonder if what she said is true, if she really wants me to stay…” You ask yourself.

Suddenly, Trixie abruptly opens the door to her room, causing you to flinch. You gulp as she slowly walks by you, still in her shirt and panties as she heads into the kitchen; you can’t help but stare a little as she walks by. Trixie bangs around one of the cupboards before shutting the door gently and filling the container in her hand with water. She then carries the glass of water back to her room and slowly shuts the door behind her.

Wait, how will she react to last night? What if she loses it?! You continue to wonder about the possible situations for a few minutes.

You end up lying back down to rest a little longer; you would rather not face Trixie just yet if possible. Another hour or so passes before you crawl out of bed again. This time, your mouth is like a desert, so you decide to get something to drink before finding something to do after that. You chug down a full glass of water and head to the bathroom to relieve yourself. Soon after walking into the bathroom, you hear Trixie’s bedroom door open and shut, quick hoofsteps then a knock on the door.

“Hurry up, I have to go!” Trixie says from the other side of the door.

“You can’t rush these things!” you shout back, receiving a groan in response.

Nevertheless, you try to hurry along and soon exit with Trixie rushing past you and nearly slamming the door into you. You move away quickly, not wanting to bother her more, just in case. A few minutes pass and Trixie leaves the bathroom and walks back into the kitchen.

Deciding that you might as well talk to her, you walk over and ask, “How are you feeling?”

“I was feeling like throwing up, but I took some medicine earlier this morning so now I’m feeling better. I still have a slight headache though,” she says, rubbing her temples.

“Well, that’s not much of a surprise, considering you drank seven or so mugs of cider. Although the four I drank barely had any effect on me at all,” you say, watching Trixie cringe a little.

“Seven?! How did I manage that? And why did you let me drink so many?!” she asks, her own loud voice making her flinch from the pain in her head.

“I didn’t know you would even go that far,” you say in a hushed manner.

Trixie grunts from her headache as it picks back up again, “I hear breakfast helps get rid of hangovers, but I’m not feeling so good.”

“Don’t worry, I can cook for the both of us,” you say with a smile.

“No, it’s fine.”

“I’m fine with cooking you something, so don’t worry. Besides, I should have watched over you a bit more so it is kinda my fault anyway,” you say as you start to get cooking utensils from the drawers.

“Alright, just make something that helps get rid of headaches please,” she says, trying to dull the aching pain by rubbing her temples again.

“Alright, just go lie down and leave it to me. I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.” Trixie nods her head slowly and heads out of the kitchen as you turn to think of something to make.

“Something with a lot of sugar…” you ponder the idea for a moment before you come to an agreement with yourself.

“French toast it is, with lots of syrup and a little cinnamon,” you quickly get to work on make them for you and Trixie both.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long to do so; since they cook quickly. You make sure to use extra syrup for Trixie’s plate. You quickly wash the dishes, grab the two plates of food, and walk out of the kitchen. As you walk out, you notice Trixie lying on the couch you sleep on, resting peacefully with her eyes closed. One arm is resting on her stomach, the other just under her horn. Part of her tail was hanging off the couch, along with a leg.

The full realization of the situation you are in suddenly hits you. You are bringing Trixie breakfast, after cooking it for her, while she is still pantless. You didn’t think she’d be so sick that she’d forget she wasn’t wearing pants. It made the situation quite embarrassing considering what you think about when you see her lying there. And to top it all off, if she remembers what happened last night, she could see it as your attempt at trying to bribe her to ignore the situation altogether. Considering how dangerous she could get with little to no provocation, you really hated the different directions Trixie’s mind can go sometimes.

You carefully set the plates down and gently nudge her. When she looks up at you, you smile and point to the table. She slowly turns her head to see the plate of food and sits up. She picks up her plate and watches the steam roll off the plate for a moment before scooting over to give you room.

“This is oddly nice of you to cook me something,” she says, taking a bite of the toast.

“Uh, well I…” you aren’t really sure how to respond.

“It’s really tasty, I may get drunk more often so I can get you to make this for me every time,” she flinches when she laughs.

You chuckle nervously. “Yeah, I can see you doing that,” you start to eat your meal alongside her.

Trixie looks over at you, confused by your strange comment.

“What?” you ask.

“You seem tense,” she says, gazing into your eyes.

You mentally curse her female intuition, “Nah, just trying not to make your headache even worse, is all.”

She stared at you for a moment longer before looking away, “Thanks, but my headache is starting to die down now. Thank you for cooking for me, it was sweet of you.”

“It isn’t that big of a deal, just thought I’d be nice for a change,” you say, trying to focus on eating.

“I see…” Trixie pauses as if thinking about something.

“Tell, me something,”

“Yeah?” you ask.

“It’s about last night,”

You freeze in place, Oh no, does she remember?!

“It’s just that…”

What do I say?!

“I can’t remember hardly anything from last night at all. I remember drinking my third cider, after that it’s a blur.” she finishes and looks over at you.

She doesn’t remember anything at all; what should I do? you think to yourself for a moment.

There is no way I could tell her outright, you look at her.

“Uh, well…”you trail off as you think about everything that happened last night, from the bar to the near kiss.

“Well…?” Trixie urges you to continue.

You blush a little and look away, “Well, nothing happened really. You drank a little too much then left.”

“Why do I not believe you?” She leans in further.

“I’m not lying,” you add.

“Oh? Then maybe you can tell me why you can’t look at me directly?” Trixie’s tone is slowly growing impatient.

You pause to think for a moment, If I don’t come up with something she’ll let her mind wonder to what happened… But I can’t tell her just yet… then it hits you.

“Um, well.” You start.

“Yes?” Trixie continues to push you.

You simply point down towards her bare legs.

Trixie slowly looks to the direction of where you’re pointing and blushes as her eyes widen in shock.

“Where are my pants?!” Trixie uses your pillow to cover herself.

“H-How should I know?!” Of course, you knew, but you weren’t going to tell her.

“How did I not even notice?! Was I that out of it?” Trixie starts to spazz out a little, unsure of what to do since she can’t get up without you seeing.

She looks over towards you. “You didn’t tell me on purpose didn’t you?!”

“Why would I do that?!” you say.

“Ugh, I didn’t have to worry about these things before you were around...” she says with a tone showing a mix of fatigue and irritation.

“Well I live here now, so I guess you’ll have to get over it,” you say with a smirk.

Trixie looks at you menacingly and summons a stack of pillows that levitate forebodingly next to her.

“Not this agai-” you get interrupted by a pillow to the face.

“He-Hey!”

You are hit with pillow, after pillow.

“St-Stop!”

“Apologize for smirking!”

“What? No!”

“Fine!” she launches another pillow.

You throw one back and it hits its mark. “Ha!”

“That’s it!” She unloads a giant pile of pillows onto your head, covering you like an avalanche.

She starts laughing hysterically. “Okay, I feel much better now.

You pull yourself from the mass of pillows. “Well, I’m glad you're so peachy in the morning,” you say in a sarcastic tone.

She purposely ignores you. “I still want to know why I have no pants, though...”

“Well, maybe the hangover distracted you, or made you not care enough?” your blush deepens as you think about her in just panties, though you’ve seen it, it still affects you quite a lot.

“Will you just go already?!” you nearly shout.

“I c-can’t trust you not to look!” she says back.

You look at her with an annoyed expression but blush and quickly look away again, “I’m not going to look, I mean, it’s embarrassing enough as it is…”

“F-Fine, but i-if you look I’ll make you suffer…” she threatens.

“I promise not to look, I’ll even close my eyes and wait for you to say okay,” you shut your eyes tight and look down.

“Okay,” she quickly gets off the couch and walks to her room.

A few minutes later and Trixie comes back out, “You could have opened your eyes when you heard the door shut.”

You open your eyes slowly, “I didn’t want to take any chances.”

She smirks, “Well aren’t you noble.”

“I’m always noble,” Trixie rolls her eyes at your comment.

“I’m shocked you didn’t look at all, I figured you’d attempt to peek…” she closes her eyes as her horn starts to glow.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Well, it’s already noon and we should’ve already left,”

“Well whose fault is that?”

“Yours,” she says flatly.

“How is it mine?!” you stand to your feet.

“You failed to tell me what time it was,” she explains.

“Pretty sure you’re just coming up with excuses again so you don’t seem at fault,” you retort back.

“I do no such thing!”

“You do it all the time; a perfect example, running around in panties all morning without knowing it,” you say.

Trixie blushes a little, “What does that have to do with finding excuses for myself?”

“Nothing, I just like messing with you.” you say with a smirk of your own.

“Why you-!” Her spell fluctuates, making the caravan jolt forward on its take off, knocking you and Trixie off balance and sending her into your chest as you both fall in the floor.

“Ow! That hurt…” you open your eyes and get a very close view of Trixie’s bust in front of your face. Your brain’s thought process halts for a moment as it tries to conclude what happened. Trixie’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Oww, my head…” she looks down at you, “And just what are you looking at?”

“N-Nothing,” you quickly avert your eyes and blush.

“And I thought you could easily ignore my feminine charm?” she asks in a mischievous manner.

“I-I could, I was just, t-taken by surprise is all,” your blush deepens.

“Oh I’m sure…”

“Will you just get off me, please?” you nearly beg.

“Uh, well, I would but…” she trails off.

“But what?”

“I’m stuck…” she says finally.

“Stuck? How are you stuck?” you ask, incredibly confused.

“I-It’s my horn… It got stuck in a floorboard,” she says, embarrassed.

“What? You can’t pull it out?”

“Not in this position…”

“Fine, I’ll try to pull it free,” you swallow hard when she places a hand on your chest to stabilize herself.

You reach up and gently wrap your fingers around her horn, as your fingers trace over it, she lets out a relaxing sigh, causing you to pause and look up her.

She doesn’t look at you however, and you can somewhat see her cheeks turn red again, “My horn is sensitive to the touch.”

The way she said it sounded strange to you. It sounded more like she was just as shocked as you felt. However, you decide to let the thought go for now, “Uh, sorry, I didn’t know.”

“J-Just hurry up will you?!”

“Right,” you lightly squeeze and try to work her horn loose. The whole time, Trixie is closing her eyes tight and stifling squeaks and sighs, which didn’t make it any easier on you at all. Your heart starts to pound in your chest and you were certain Trixie could feel it when she balled her hand afterwards. You could tell that every time your grip slipped and your hand moved around, she would whimper a little and move around on top of you, which was incredibly cute but it made your mind wander a little here and there. It only got worse when her tail began thrashing about in-between your legs. “Okay, you need to pull back when I say; I can’t pull it out by myself.”

“O-Okay,” she says quickly.

“Now!” as soon as you say it, she pulls and you pull, almost instantly the horn comes free and she jolts up into a sitting position, straddling your hips.

“You certainly t-took your time…” she pauses as if catching her breath, “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” she says, trying to sound like her usual superior self but failing.

“No I didn’t, I couldn’t help it! It was stuck pretty tightly in there,” you wait for her to respond, but she sits there straddling you, silently blushing and fiddling with the bottom of your shirt.

You wait for what seems like minutes before the awkwardness gets the better of you and you have to say something, “Um… Trixie,”

Hearing your voice seems to snap her out of her trance, “Huh?!”

“Would you mind getting off me, this is really awkward,” you say trying to play it off casually.

“Oh right, of course! I j-just got lost in thought is all!” she stands and backs away a couple of steps.

“I’m going to go… polish my horn!” she immediately turns and makes a beeline towards her room.

“Well, that was an interesting development.”

“Who would’ve though her horn was that sensitive,” you pause and rub the back of your neck.

Wait, she said it as if she wasn’t expecting it to be… I wonder what that means, you ponder this for a few moments before turning around and looking at the small hole.

“At least she didn’t headbutt me with that horn, that would’ve hurt.” You scratch your forehead before standing up and dusting yourself off.

You suddenly feel the caravan start to move. You check out the window and see the caravan is moving down the road, “Well, at least we’re moving.”

Several minutes pass with you not doing much, you think about checking up on her when the door opens and a confident, unfazed-looking Trixie walks out. However, when she meets your gaze, she falters for a moment. “What are you looking at?”

“Uh, nothing,” you figure she is just trying to act tough.

“You know you don’t have to put up fronts around me,”

“I-I’m doing no such thing! I am a-acting how I normally act!” she nearly yells.

“Is that why you’re stuttering?” you say with a smug look.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about; besides, weren’t you the one that nearly passed out when you got a close-up of my breasts? Not very manly if you ask me,” she takes the same tone as you.

“I told you I was just shocked, is all!” you blush a tad.

“Oh I’m sure, next you’ll tell me you think they’re unattractive,” she pushes her chest out a little.

“Why are you always searching for my approval?” you ask.

“I am not seeking your approval; I am just emphasizing a point!”

“What point is that?!”

“That no matter how many times you say otherwise, you can’t deny outright that you find me attractive!” she looks at you coyly as if she’s won.

“I’ve said you were unattractive before!” The last thing you wanted was to lose again.

“Before I changed into what I am now, yes. But…” she pauses and walks up close to you and stares deep into your eyes and speaks softly, causing you to gulp hard and pull away slightly, “What do you think of me now?”

Your heart skips a beat from her words; you stand there like a deer in the headlights for a moment before snapping out of it.

“I don’t find you attractive,” you manage to say, causing Trixie to groan in frustration.

“I’m not falling for your tricks again…” your expression switches to a deadpan one.

“Fine, if you want to lie, so be it!” She turns away from you and crosses her arms.

“What makes you think I’m lying?” you ask.

“Because… because I said so!” Trixie starts to pout cutely.

“Okay now you’re acting like a kid who didn’t get her way…”

“I am doing no such thing!” she pauses and thinks to herself for a moment.

“Alright, I have a simple way to settle this once and for all.” She says, gaining your attention.

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“Simple, we’ll play a card game.”

“A… card game?” You give her a baffled expression.

“Yes, we’ll play a simple game called ‘thirty-one’ and the loser has to serve as the others servant for the rest of the night and do whatever the other tells them to,” she explains.

“I’m not sure about that,” you say, hesitating.

“Already so sure you’ll lose? How boring.”

“I didn’t say that! Fine, you’re on!” you retort back.

“Good, I assume you don’t know how to play?” she asks in an arrogant manner.

“No I do actually, thirty-one uses a standard deck of fifty-two playing cards. Aces are high, counting eleven, face cards count ten, and all other cards count face value. Each player gets a hand of three cards. The rest of the deck sits in the middle of the table as stock for the game, and the top card of the stock is turned over to begin the discard. Afterwards, a player taking the top card of either the stock or the discard and subsequently discarding a card back into the discard pile then you continue clockwise around the table until any player knocks or obtains a ‘blitz’ or a score of thirty-one, easy.”

“I didn’t think your world had similar card games.”

“I didn’t either,”

“Well alright then, one round, highest hand wins, sound good to you?” she explains as she uses a spell to spawn a small table, chairs and a deck of cards.

“Yeah I’m game,” you say confidently.

As you both set up, she offers for you to shuffle, you accept and deal the cards.

You deal the both of you three cards, set the deck in the middle of the table, flip the first card over, and set it next to the deck. Afterwards, you pick up your cards, look at your hand, and quickly observe it.

You smile when you see your hand, A queen and jack of spades already, I have this in the bag!

“A good hand from the start?” asks Trixie.

“Maybe,” you say with a shrug.

“Well aren’t we confident?” Trixie says with a smirk.

The game continues for a few more draws in silence as you work your way to a better hand.

You draw from the deck once she discards, The ten of spades! That’s it, I’ve won.

You wait until her turn is over and knock on the table self-assuredly.

“What? Already?” she says, in a worried tone.

“Last draw, make it count,” you smile coyly.

She slowly draws and lifts the card to her face. She smiles immediately, “Well what do we have here?” she simply throws her hand down for you to see.

“No way, you got a blitz on your last draw? That’s not fair!” Your mouth drops in disbelief.

“It seems luck is on my side, what a shame for you, hmm?” she smiles proudly.

“I… I know, I’m a slave for the rest of the night…” You toss your cards on the table in defeat, nearly crying over what you can only imagine Trixie will most likely be having you do for her.

“Excellent, now then, fetch me something to drink, I’m parched.” She motions you to go when you pause to look at her.

“Yeah, yeah I’m going,” you stand and start walking when she calls out to you.

“You have to smile and say, ‘Yes, Master,’ when I give you an order.” She smiles victoriously at you.

“Are you serious?”

“I assure you I am,” she smiles playfully.

“No!”

“Do it or else,”

“Or else what?”

“Well, when the slave disobeys its master, it gets punished, and I assume you can imagine what punishments I can come up with,”

“Ugh, fine,”

“Good, now off you go,”

You pause for a moment before speaking, “Yes… Master,” you’re so frustrated it twists your smile a bit.

You do as you’re told and get something for Trixie to drink, you look up at her and notice she is cheerfully humming to herself as she cleans up the cards and table, her tail cutely swinging back and forth. You silently sulk for not beating her.

The whole day was agonizingly slow. Trixie had you doing everything for her. Cleaning, carrying, she even refused to use magic so she could get you to grab stuff for her, not to mention that she made no attempt at all to hide the fact that she was enjoying every second of it. She even made you cook for her, which wasn’t so bad since she complimented you. Of course you still complained the day away as well, especially having to say, ‘Yes, master.’ at the start of every single request, only making you want to stop all the more. But, you did make a bet so it isn’t like you could just drop it since Trixie wouldn’t let you hear the end it if you did.

“Trixie, can I please take a break now?” you ask, exhausted.

“What did I say about addressing me with requests?” she scolds.

You sigh heavily, “Master, can I please take a break now?” you force yourself to say.

“Hmm, no we have too much to do,” she says flatly.

“Oh come on, I’m starving, please?” you plead.

Trixie thinks to herself for a moment, “Oh alright, I was merely joking anyway.” She says with a smile.

She laughs a little when you give her an annoyed look, “How about I do something for my helpful little slave, hm?”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“I’ll make you something to eat of course!”

You simply stare at her skeptically, waiting for the catch.

“Don’t give me that look, can’t I offer to do something nice without being looked at like some evil dictator?” she says, insulted.

“That’s because you are an evil dictator,” you say, sticking your tongue out playfully.

Trixie gives you an irritated look, “Well now I don’t feel like doing anything nice!” she pouts.

“Aw, I was only teasing; I would love it if you made me something,” you smile and her expression softens.

“Oh fine, if it’ll make you happy, I’ll do it,” with that, she leaves you to relax.

Trixie quickly whips up something for you to eat, nothing special, sandwiches and chips; but the fact that Trixie willingly did so made you appreciate it all the more. She hands you the plate and you quickly devour its contents.

“Now that’s much better, thanks a bunch,” you say, cheerfully.

“You’re welcome, I’m glad you liked it,” she says with a smile.

“Now that your appetite is satisfied, we can continue where we left off!” she says with enthusiasm.

You look at her in displeasure, “You mean we start off where I left off I assume?”

“But of course! After all, you lost the bet so you have to do anything I say anyway, so you might as well get it over with,” she smiles self-assuredly and points to a dusty bookcase, levitating a cloth and a can of wood polish over to you with her magic.

Sighing heavily, you stand and start walking up to the bookcase, “I don’t know why I’m still doing this…” you pout.

Trixie simply giggles, “Of course it’s because you’re finding it harder to say no to me!”

“Pfft! Don’t count on it,” you say as you start dusting and cleaning.

“And why do you say that?” she asks.

“Well, someone has to be the role model in your life so you become more humble,” you laugh at your own retort.

“How dare you! I am very humble!” she stomps her hoof in irritation.

“Oh right, I forgot, someone calling themselves the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie must be very humble, right?” you tease.

“Hmph!” she blushes a little and gives up, letting you get back to work.

Suddenly a flash of light followed by a slight pressure around your throat, causes you to pause before turning around, “What was that?”

“What was what?” she asks innocently.

“There was a light that just flashed, and after that I felt a strange pressure on my throat,” you say, confused.

“Oh thaaat, I might’ve casted a little spell on you that I just recently learned,” she explains, brazenly.

“What did you do this time?!” you nearly yell.

“Relax, it wasn’t bad, though it will be fun,” she begins to laugh mischievously.

“What do you mean?” you ask cautiously.

Trixie smiles, “What do you really think about my title of ‘Great and Powerful’?” she asks.

“Well it’s a bit arrogant and I think it isn’t really needed, but that’s only because most don’t know how amazing you are like I do,” you immediately cover your mouth when you finish the sentence.

“Well, that will work for starters, though I wasn’t expecting you to think so highly of me,” she smiles a little.

“What was that about? Why did I just blurt that out like that?!” you ask, panicking a little.

“Simple, the spell I used on you was a truth spell, now I can make you tell me the truth, with a set amount of questions. Of course, I’m not going to tell you how many there are,” she smiles triumphantly.

Your mouth drops when she explains, “Are you serious? What the hell?!” you yell out.

“I wouldn’t have to resort to such crude methods if you would’ve answered me earlier,” she declares.

“Answered what?!”

“You’ll see.”

With that, she orders you back to work; you grudgingly obey her trying to figure out what you didn’t answer for her. Another hour of silence passes and she finally lets you stop. Satisfied with everything you’ve done, she stretches and yawns, “I’m starting to get tired so I’ll retire to my room…” she pauses a moment, “Tell me something.”

Damn, here it comes… you mentally prepare yourself.

“My shoulders and back are a bit tight, would you want to give me a massage?” she asks.

“Yes!” you nearly shout before pausing for a moment with a look of anxiousness.

“I thought you would, follow me” she gives a teasing smile and turns away and walks to her room while her tail swings back and forth energetically.

You start panicking in your head, You’ve gotta be kidding me?! A-A massage? I swear this has to be some kind of trick or something, right? you ask yourself.

“There’s no way I’m going to do this!” you try resisting.

“You can’t break your promise, you have to do anything I say and the night isn’t up if I recall,” Trixie says, forcing you to submit and follow.

You shut the door behind you when you walk in, “Well, let’s get this over with,”

“Not yet, I have to get ready first, now turn around,” she says as she spawns a massage table.

You do as you’re told and wait for her to tell you otherwise, “Alright I’m ready,” she says in a sing-song voice.

You turn and stare at the sight of Trixie lying face down, topless and with a towel around her bottom half of her body, covering her tail as well. You mindlessly stare for a moment until you hear her voice, snapping you out of the trance, “Well? What are you waiting for?”

“Uh, I-I don’t know about...”

“Oh stop whining and do as you’re told!” she says, getting irritated.

As you walk up next to her, you take a moment to admire her features silently, her small shoulders, hourglass waist, her tone yet lean arms, and all the way down to her toned legs. Slowly, your hands clasp her shoulders as her muscles move under your grip. You slowly begin rubbing her muscles gently, she sighs pleasantly from your treatment. Your face is crimson at this point; the feel of her soft fur and her toned body under your hands, mixed with her occasional sigh and soft moan only intensified everything, including the feeling of your pants getting smaller and smaller.

This isn’t going to end well, I have to find a way to get away from this!

You think to yourself, trying to figure out why she did this in the first place, as you think back, it hits you, She wouldn’t go that far for a stupid answer, would she?

“Hey,” Trixie calls out.

Oh no I can’t tell her what I think yet!

“Do you…” she pauses as she smiles.

I’m screwed, there isn’t a single way I could escape it! you panic.

Suddenly, Trixie sneezes aloud and mumbles the first part, “Sneeze,” she says the last bit a little too loud.

“Why yes I do, all the time, actually,” you’re forced to explain.

Trixie pauses and headbutts the table with a loud, frustrated groan. “This isn’t fair at all, that was the last question I had!”

You pull away, “I’m guessing by your reaction, you messed up your little plan?” You say, sighing under your breath.

In her rage, she hops off the table, her melon sized breasts bouncing as she does so, “Oh shush you, this is all your fault!”

You blink a few times and stare, mouth slightly ajar, a blush creeping across your cheeks.

“I was so close as well!” she stops ranting when she feels her towel unravel and fall to the ground, revealing the rest of her naked body in all its glory as her curves guide your eyes slowly downward, “W-wh-wha-what?!”

“Uh,” you lost the ability to speak.

Trixie immediately blushes crimson red with fury and embarrassment, grabs the towel, and covers herself up, “Y-you jerk, this is all your fault!”

“My fault?! You’re the one that tried to get me to say something I didn’t want to all because you’re a sore loser!” you yell back.

“I-I’ll show you ‘sore loser’!” Her horn starts glowing brightly.

“W-Wait, what are you doing now?!”

She shoots a spell at you, which you barely manage to dodge, “What the hell?!”

“Hold still! I’ll get you back for this! I’ll make you tell me the truth!” she charges again and fires, barely missing you again.

You manage to dodge by diving to the floor and crawling to the other side of her bed, What the hell do I do now?!

Looking up at her dresser, you see a hand mirror, Well, better than nothing… you grab it and jump to your feet to face Trixie as she launches her spell. The short beam of magic hits the mirror and bounces off, landing on her instead with a brief flash of light, “No!”

“Oh you’re screwed now, now then, what to ask…” You say, seeing Trixie beginning to back away nervously.

She flinches when you speak, “First question has to be for blackmail purposes so…”

“W-wait, don’t do it!” she pleads.

You ignore her and think for a moment as Trixie continues to beg for you not to ask anything, “Do you pick your nose?”

“Yes, sometimes when no one looks,” she pushes her hands against her mouth, and blushes a little.

You laugh hysterically when she answers; you didn’t think it would work so well, “Well, that’s interesting…”

She looks at you angrily, “Y-you jerk!”

“Hey, you used it against me, so now I’m going to use it against you. It’s only fair,” you say with a smile.

You smirk as you ask your next question, “What’s the funniest thing you do when you’re by yourself?”

“I sometimes pretend to be a princess in the mirror,” she looks at you, “I hate you.”

“Ha! Though I was hoping for something funnier…” you think about the last question.

“Now then, I know your last question was going to be something along the lines of getting me to tell a deep dark secret to you, so my last question will be…” you walk up to her.

“Maybe something along the lines of spilling your sexual fantasies or desires, something that will make you not even think twice about messing with me again.” You say, causing her to blush madly, most likely thinking of every possible question you could ask.

You take a sharp intake of breath, building up the moment. Trixie flinches and closes her eyes, waiting for your question.

You’re expression softens, “What is your favorite color?” you ask causing her eyes to shoot open in shock.

“Blue…” she says before trailing off.

“Huh, that doesn’t shock me one bit actually,” you say with a chuckle.

“Why didn’t you ask what you wanted to ask…?” she asks hesitantly.

“I was just joking, I had no intention to ask you something so private, it would be rude,” you simply state, leaving Trixie nearly speechless.

“Oh…”

“But it was fun while it lasted, at least,” you say with a toothy grin.

“T-Thank you,” she stammers.

“Don’t thank me, I just didn’t really care to know that much.” You say, looking away.

“I see…” she pauses before continuing, “I…I’m sorry I was going to…” her face becomes one of sadness.

“Whoa, whoa, easy there, I know you were just having fun. You don’t have to get upset over it, I wouldn’t be able to stand seeing you get upset,” you beg her.

“Okay, I understand,” She smiles sweetly.

“Well, I’m going to lie down, if you need something just ask,” you turn and walk out, leaving her alone.

More like I need to try and force that image of her naked out of my head… you tell yourself.

Ten minutes pass and you were starting to get sleepy, you are about to shut your eyes when the hat sitting on the table next to you starts to glow. Curious, you pick it up and look at it.

“Hey, you awake?” Trixie asks through the hat.

“Yeah, what do you need?” you ask back.

“Nothing, I just wanted to say thank you again,” she says.

“I already told you, you don’t have to thank me.”

“Not for that, I really enjoyed spending time with you today, even though you were a slave for most of it; I had fun being with you. I hardly ever laughed and smiled liked that when I was alone, so it was good to feel like that again.” She explains before going silent.

“Ah, I see. Well, I’m glad you had fun despite me being a slave to your every whim and whatnot,” you laugh a little, “But it wasn’t so bad.”

“I’ll make that up to you, I promise,” she says happily.

“I’m sure you will.”

“I could always be your slave for a day!” she exclaims.

You blush a little at the thought, “Uhm, maybe…”

“Not like that, you pervert!” she says quickly.

“I-I know that!”

“So, do you want to go back to your world?” Trixie’s question catches you off guard.

“What do you mean?” you ask, confused.

“I mean, well, it means what it sounds like…” she says softly.

You sigh, “I… I don’t know, That is no easy question to answer lightly, I need time to think about something like that… I… don’t want to regret my decision later on.”

“Oh, I-I understand,” she says disheartedly.

“At any rate, give me more time…” you say.

She takes a deep breath before speaking, “I understand, I’ll drop the subject.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.”

A minute goes by in silence, you feel a little bad for giving her such an indecisive answer, so you decide to swallow your pride a little, “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“About that question you wanted me to answer.” You blush.

She pauses before answering, “You can drop it. I mean. It’s not like I need to know.”

“I was just going to say, my r-reaction to seeing you n-naked should be proof enough what I think… Is all,” you swallow hard as you hear her gasp in realization before smiling triumphantly.

“I knew it!” she yells. You lower your head in embarrassment as you can even hear her shouts of victorious joy from her room, despite her door being closed.

“I knew I was irresistible,” she taunts.

“Tsk,” you get annoyed.

“Well, if you have a hard time sleeping, you can always use that image,” she says the last part in a seductive tone.

“W-W-What makes y-you think I’ll do that?!” you blurt out.

She starts laughing, “You’re so easy to tease.”

“W-whatever,” you stutter.

“Well, goodnight, thank you again. I really am happy with you around, and that you’re my friend,” she finally says.

“Yeah, me too. Goodnight.”

With that, the hat stops glowing as you sit there in silence, The bad part is I stopped just thinking about her as just a friend a while ago…

“Well, so much for going to sleep now that she made that image fresh in my mind again…” you trail off in thought.

“Tonight will be a long one indeed...”

Author's Note

This was one extra chapter that I wasn't expecting. Lol

A Helping Hand

“Looks like we’re here!” you state as the caravan arrives in the next town.

Trixie walks out from her room. “Ah, I was curious as to when we’d arrive.”

It was already roughly noon, as the sun was now directly above with small clouds floating aimlessly through the sky. As the caravan rolled casually through the streets, you start to wonder what will be in store for you when it stops.

“So, what’ll we be doing when we stop?” you ask Trixie as she stares out the window next to you.

“Well, there’s the registry, then we’ll most likely scope out the competition after that,” Trixie explains.

“Ah, I see–so I’ve been meaning to ask, have you won any of these competitions at all?”

“I’ve tried once, a couple of years ago but didn’t make it as far as I thought I would,” she waves the topic off.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t win this one; after all, I’ve only improved since then and I, ‘The Great and Powerful’ Trixie, will completely steal the show this time!” she says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Oh? You seem sure of yourself,” you chuckle a little when you see her flash you a confused expression.

“What do you mean? One has to be confident in oneself to do well. Otherwise, it would be pointless,” she explains.

“Well you got me there. So, are we going to pull off to the side somewhere and look around yet?” you ask, curiously.

“What, can’t stand being cooped up in here anymore with me?” Trixie pretends to sound hurt.

You give a deadpan response. “Yeah, you bore the hell out of me,” earning you a quick jab to the side.

“Oof! I was just kidding!” you whine.

“Well I didn’t find it funny,” she turns away from you and pouts.

“Aw, come on, don’t use pouting against me; that isn’t fair at all,” you plead.

She remains silent and crosses her arms.

“Trixie…”

She remains silent.

“Don’t make me…”

“Hmph!” is her only reply as she scoots to the opposite side of the couch and sits, facing away from you and flicking her tail in your direction, as its tip lightly whips against your face.

You notice her exposed sides. Hm, I wonder just how ticklish she really is… you think to yourself.

“Well if you’re going to be like that…” you steadily lean forward, hands at the ready.

She turns around just in time to see you lunge at her. She lets out a loud ‘Eep!’ but fails to get away as you start your relentless torture.

She begins to laugh hysterically while flailing, trying desperately to get away to no avail. “Stop th-that, this in-in-instant!” she says, raising her voice.

“Why? I couldn’t pass up such a golden opportunity like this!” you continue tickling her sides while wrapping your legs around her hips to stop her from escaping.

“This is co-completely unf-f-fair!” She manages to grab hold of your forearms, but quickly loses the strength to do anything when you start moving up her sides.

“Unfair? No, unfair is when you tie a person up and tickle them against their will, to get them to obey you!” You smile wider as she tries breaking free some more.

“T-That was the old me! I wouldn’t do that to you now!” She squeaks out.

“Yes you would, you’re just mad I did it first! Besides, you reap what you sow,” you say through her squeals of laughter.

“It still isn’t f-fair! How d-dare you treat a mare l-li-like me, like th-this!”

“Oh trust me; it’s a lot easier than it looks,”

“Wh-Why you...!” she exclaims as she kicks herself off the arm of the couch, pushing back into you suddenly.

“Oof!” You fall back against the other armrest, with Trixie’s head and body pressed against your chest and stomach.

In an attempt to resume your ‘torture’ of tickling her, you reach around her again. Your hands then squeeze something soft, as Trixie lets an audible yelp.

“Wh-What a-a-are you grabbing?!” she yells out.

“What do you mea-” you pause mid-sentence when you look past her shoulder. Your hands are cupped perfectly around her breasts, squeezing hard enough for them to form around your fingers.

“Uh…” was all you could say before slowly removing your hands, tantalized at the sight of her breasts bouncing slightly upon releasing them.

“S-sorry, I di-didn’t mean for that t-to happen…”

“Yo-you’re too cruel…” you hear her mutter as she sits up.

“Huh?”

“You’ll pay for that!” She glares at you as she blushes a deep red.

“I-it was an accident, I swear!” you plead.

“I’m not going to hear it! That was the second time you’ve done it!” she lunges towards you as you dive off the couch, get up and take off running.

You feel something around your legs and suddenly trip, falling to the floor with a hard ‘thud’. You feel a force pull you backwards towards the angry mare. You look over your shoulder and notice her horn glowing, as well as your ankles.

“Trixie, can’t you look past this one thing?” you plead while clawing at the floor.

“After you grabbed my br-breasts? Never!” she exclaims as she cracks her knuckles.

You whimper and close your eyes. Well, this is going to end horribly... you think to yourself just as you’re flipped onto your back with Trixie straddling your hips. As your eyes open, Trixie is smiling deviously at you as she binds your hands to the floor, raising them above your head before stopping them from moving.

“Now it’s my turn, I’ll always get the last laugh,” she winks and sticks her tongue out at you as she makes a feather spawn out of nowhere.

“Oh, come on!” you struggle against her.

“Now then, take your punishment like a good boy,” she says as she summons multiple feathers and lets them drift towards various parts of your body.

You start to become nervous. “H-hey, wait second. Can’t we just talk about this?”

Trixie pauses to think for a moment. “No!” You feel your socks slide off your feet and watch as the feathers descend towards your feet armpits and sides.

You gulp loudly. “T-Trixie, this is evil!”

“I know,” she smiles and starts tickling you in every spot simultaneously.

You erupt in a fit of laughter. “P-p-pl-please sto-o-op!”

“Not until I’m satisfied!” She says through your laughter.

Tears pour out of your eyes. “You’re horrible!”

“ I know.”

“I hate you!”

“You couldn’t possibly hate me” she playfully states.

“I-I’m begging y-yo-you to s-st-stop!” you plead as you continue flailing in your struggle against her binding magic.

You hear a strange moaning sound, as Trixie seems to stop using some of the feathers on you rather suddenly. “F-Fine I’ll forgive you, this time,” She says, still sitting on you.

“Huh?” You look at her in disbelief as she releases her control over the remaining feathers, letting them float down to the floor.

“What? I just didn’t feel like continuing. What kind of reaction to my generosity is ‘Huh’?” She crosses her arms, glaring at you as she seems to be expecting something.

“Erm, r-right. Thanks, I guess, I mean... Thank you, Trixie,” you eye her suspiciously.

She stays in place looking oddly drained.

“What’s wrong?” You ask out of curiosity.

“Oh, i-it’s nothing, nothing at all!” She proclaims.

“Then will you just get off me?” you ask, irritated.

“I thought you would like a beautiful mare straddling you…” she coos.

“Yeah right! If I get tortured like this from accidentally doing anything to you, what makes you think I’d even consider being happy about this?” you exclaim.

“You make me out to be like some sort of Mistress! Hmm... That actually sounds like it wouldn’t be too bad, come to think of it…” she trails off, thinking to herself.

“I only have two words to say about that idea: Hell no!” you shout.

“Hmph, you’re no fun,” she pouts playfully.

“I’m just being sensible, is all,”

“And how are you being sensible again?” Trixie raises an eyebrow as she tilts her head curiously, smirking with amusement in response to your claim.

“By not letting a borderline control freak get any more hot air in her head then she already has…” you say in an expressionless manner.

Trixie pauses for a moment before hitting you. “Have I told you that I hate it when you say stuff like that?”

“Really? And here I thought I made you squeal in delight from my charming, charismatic attitude,” you mockingly retort.

“Well aren’t you very cynical today.”

“‘Sarcastic’ would be a better word to use. Besides, I’d do anything to ruin your fun of tormenting me.”

“But I like tormenting you, it’s really fun, and besides” she leans in close, her face mere inches from yours before speaking again. “I have a feeling you enjoy it,” a cocky grin appears on her face.

You can’t help but blush a little at her words. “W-will you stop that?!” you shout, averting your eyes from her gaze.

She starts to giggle at your reaction. “You’re so easy to mess with!” she tells you while continuing to chuckle.

“Well I’m glad I’m so amusing!” you say as she pushes herself back upright.

“Oh, it looks as though we’ve arrived,” she says, completely ignoring the situation.

“What are you talking about?” you ask, confused by her sudden change in topic.

“I mean we’ve stopped, and at the site of the festival,”

“Oh, I didn’t notice that we stopped at all…”

“Well, might as well head out and have a look around,” she says as she stands and starts walking towards her room.

“Um, Trixie?”

“What?” she stops and turns around.

“Do you think that it might be a good idea to unbind me?!” you shout.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. No need to get so irritable,”

“Though, I must admit, seeing you lying at my hooves feels pretty good,” she says, amused.

“Oh, ha ha, very funny; now would you kindly let me get up?”

“Fine, you win. Do you always have to ruin my fun?” she mock-pouts as she releases her restraints on you.

“Only when I’m not having fun in the process,” you stick your tongue out at her.

“Hmph!” she mumbles something you couldn’t register before starting to walk away.

“Hey, get back here!” you reach out and end up grabbing onto her tail.

Trixie lets out a sharp ‘Eep!’ while stumbling backwards into and on top of you, knocking you both over.

You land on your back, head hitting the floor and something heavy landing on your face. Moving your head back and forth, you can feel the heavy object shift and move as well.

“You idiot, how dare you grab my tail!” Trixie yells down at you.

“Get off!” you yell out, having your words muffled by whatever’s on top of you, completely ignored by her as a result.

“Of all the things you’ve done,”

“I can’t breathe…”

“You’re such a pervert-“

You reach up, grab whatever part of her is pressed against your face, and push her upwards. You take a couple of desperate, sharp breaths before speaking again. “I was TRYING to tell you I couldn’t breathe, Tri...xie...”

Your words die in your mouth as you look up and see that you’ve managed to grab her butt. Despite the warning alarms going off in your head, your mind starts to wander as the first thing you think of is its softness and how well it fits in your hands. She is leaning over as well, most likely to catch herself from falling forward, her hands were resting on your lower stomach area, her tail continuously twitching and moving back and forth. Without realizing, you squeeze her butt tightly, in which she makes a delightful squeal as you do so. The sound snaps you out of it, as you feel Trixie moving around in your hands; your thumb placement is right on her seam in between her legs and you could almost swear you could feel some sort of dampness building up beneath the fabric. It only gets worse when you feel her fingers running across your exposed skin, making a certain part of you start to react.

You soon realize Trixie is also panting a little with a deep crimson blush spread across her face.

“Trixie?”

She snaps out of her trance and slowly turns to look at you; her eyes seem unfocused. As she stares into yours, you can see a mix of disapproval, lust, and something indiscernible mixed in them. However, after she realizes that you’re staring at her she nearly jumps out of her skin and scrambles to her hooves. “I-I… I don’t…” she stammers as she begins looking around aimlessly, avoiding eye contact.

“I-it’s okay, it was m-m-my fault a-anyway,” you smile nervously at her, trying to make the scene less awkward.

She seems to take notice and calms down a little, though she still has a deep blush planted on her cheeks. “Right, um, w-we can just pretend that didn’t happen…”

“Alright,” you can’t add much else to her statement, not that you’re really focusing on what’s being said in the first place.

“W-well, I’m going to change so hurry and get ready as well,” she says before sprinting to her room and shutting her door behind her.

“Why does this keep happening to me?” you ask yourself aloud, praying she didn’t notice the new formation your pants had made.

It doesn’t take you long to get ready and head out with Trixie. It is bright and sunny out, with the warmth immediately washing over you as you step out of the caravan. Like you noticed earlier, the city was large, with many buildings and other structures towering overhead. You also notice a few other caravans and stages getting set up in various locations around yours.

“I’m guessing these are all competitors?” you ask Trixie, who is standing next to you, looking around.

“Indeed they are; it is a big event after all,” she says back to you without looking over.

“Well with so many of them, it might be tougher to win then we thought,” you add.

“Nonsense, I am in no danger of losing this competition at all!” she says, making a pose as she does so.

“Well you’re sure of yourself as usual…” you simply rub the back of your head, unable to grasp her abundance of confidence.

“Of course! Like I’ve already said, if you have no confidence then what point is there in trying?” She looks you with one eyebrow raised.

“I know, I was just saying. It’s one of the aspects I like about you is all.”

She blushes at your compliment, as her ears make a noticeable twitch. “I-I’ve just had a lot of experience with it is all…”

“It’s just amazing how well you can stay calm and collected even under pressure. Of course, that doesn’t seem to apply around me though…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she says, defensively.

“Well, just like earlier when I accidentally grabbed your…” you trail off when you start to remember the scene.

Trixie seems to pick up your meaning instantly. “That never happened! It was just a, a fluke is all!”

“A… fluke? How’s that even a possibility if it never happened? I mean, yeah I didn’t mean to grab your-” you are immediately cut off by Trixie shoving her hands over your mouth.

“Stop talking about it in public!” she yells at you and starts shaking you by your shirt.

You both fail to notice someone approaching you. “Well, hello beautiful!”

Trixie stops shaking you, as you both turn to look over at the stranger.

The stallion walks up towards Trixie and introduces himself. He has on clothes you would expect someone who cared a lot about the way they looked would wear. His shirt was white with buttons in front, fastened together and dark blue stripes on either side. It was jewel encrusted around the neck and waist area. His pants were blue with an even darker blue stripe running down each leg on opposite ends. His fur was a grassy green color with a lime green mane.

“I must say, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he smiles.

“And why is it you’ve interrupted me?” Trixie asks as she crosses her arms.

“It would be a crime not to stop and talk to such a beautiful mare like you.”

You couldn’t help but frown a little after hearing him compliment Trixie.

“Well I’d like to think I keep up with appearances, but one can’t help being beautiful.”

“Tis’ a true statement, my lady; but when you’re as naturally good looking as me, you must look your best at all times. Beautiful beings tend to want to be around others who are beautiful, after all.”

“Speaking of which, is there any other reason you stopped to talk to me?” Trixie looks at him with slight suspicion.

“Don’t worry, I just happened to pass by and I couldn’t skip the chance to talk to a mare of your caliber.”

Your eyebrow twitches in annoyance. “You sure do banter on a lot,” you grumble to the stallion, not really trying to hide your irritation.

He looks over at you as if noticing you for the first time. “And who are you?”

Before you can open your mouth, Trixie steps in to speak. “He is my familiar and partner.”

“Ah I see! That’s quite a feat, to be able to summon familiars to do your bidding, I’ve thought of trying it out a few times myself.”

“Except I’m independent and only choose to help her because I want to,” you lock eyes with the stallion, who gives you a look that Trixie used to give when you disobeyed an order.

“Well isn’t that a shame, maybe if you came with me, I could help you more than some disobedient familiar,” he smiles at Trixie.

Before Trixie says anything, you step in front of her looking at the stallion in anger. “I think you should leave now!” You say, adding venom to your words.

“What did you say you-” Trixie steps in, cutting him off with a magical force, pushing him down.

“I suggest you leave now and we’ll forget this ever happened,” Trixie states in an equally threatening tone.

“Tsk, fine whatever you want, I can do better than you anyway!” and with that, he gets up and dusts himself off before leaving in a hurried fashion.

You couldn’t shake this irritating feeling you had. “That guy…” you turn to watch him walk away.

You suddenly feel a hand touch your arm. Turning around you see Trixie smiling at you. “Don’t worry about him; I saw through him easily, he was out of his league thinking he could even touch me!”

Seeing Trixie fume at the stallion calms you down, causing a sigh of relief to escape your lips. “Well it’s over and done with I guess,” you say.

“Indeed, thankfully I am suspicious of most.”

“Even me?” you ask.

“Especially you! You’re such a pervert, I never know what you might to do to me!” she claims, eyeing you suspiciously.

You raise your voice to match hers. “I’ve never done anything perverted to you on purpose!”

“Oh and how do I know that?” she says with a smile.

“I guess you don’t…” You stick your tongue out at her as a last act of defiance. “Still, that guy was annoying, even the way he talked to you was irritating to listen to.”

“Hm? What do you mean?” Trixie asks.

“Just saying you’re beautiful so nonchalantly, as if he could get with you so easily,” You kick the ground in anger.

Trixie pauses for a moment before smiling mischievously. “Is that jealousy I detect?”

“Wh-what? Why would I be je-jealous of that guy?!” you blush a little and look away.

Trixie leans around to look at your face. “Well if you don’t care about other stallions complimenting me, then why are you acting so hostile towards him?”

“I-I’m not! I ju-just didn’t like that gu-guy is all,” you can’t stop stuttering as you speak.

“Mmhmm, I’m sure that’s the case,” she says in a teasing manner.

“Tsk, whatever.” You look away from her.

“Well, you don’t have to worry, I hate that type of guy,” She waves her hand dismissively as a means of emphasizing the last part of her claim.

“Re-really?” you ask as you turn back to look at her.

“Of course, I’d much rather prefer a stallion who’d listen to my every whim and treat me like a princess,” she smiles proudly at her statement.

“So, what you’re saying is, you couldn’t like a guy who has the same personality as you?” you say in a mocking tone.

“Th-That’s not it at all!” she yells, stomping her hoof.

You burst out laughing, “Relax, I was only teasing.”

She grumbles at you and turns away, mumbling something you couldn’t make out.

“Hey you said it not me; oh and you also might want to do more exercises to work out that butt of yours.” You say jokingly to spite her.

“What did you just say?!” she spins on her hooves and fumes angrily at you.

“You know, you’re kinda cute when you get angry,” you say with a laugh.

‘SMACK’!

~*~*~

Twenty minutes pass and you still feel that hit. “Sheesh, you didn’t have to get that fired up from one comment did you?” you say, rubbing your cheek and following close behind Trixie.

“Yes I did, otherwise you wouldn’t learn your lesson!” she says angrily.

“You’re always so violent towards me…” you say, pouting.

“Well you should learn when it’s best to stay quiet, then maybe it wouldn’t happen so much!” she continues to scold you.

“Well if I did that then it would be too boring around here,” you say, patting her head.

She grumbles at you when you do so and swats your hand away. “Don’t do that when I’m mad at you!”

“Fine, fine I won’t. Although, I’m glad we can have so much fun together now without going for each other’s throat.”

She turns her head slightly towards you as she smiles. “I’m happy too.”

“Is your cheek still hurting?” she asks, a hint of guilt lacing her words.

“Oh now you’re worried?” you remark in a joking tone.

“I-I’m not worried at all, I was just curious…” She looks away as she trails off nervously, but it’s obvious that she’s genuinely concerned.

“Don’t worry, it feels fine. After all the things I’ve gone through with you, it’ll take a lot more than a random smack to do anything.”

She grabs the front of her hat and tips it down to hide her face more. However, you can still see her smile easily. Knowing you could make her smile so easily makes you feel happy on the inside. It also gives you a sense of accomplishment for surviving from the beginning to the end and changing Trixie to what she is now. Her rash behavior and hard-headedness makes it difficult to deal with her sometimes, but you love when she is sweet and kind to you so much it completely cancels out the bad. You really wish she’d just compliment you more.

You pause in mid-thought and blush a little. I made my own heart skip a beat there… I need to calm down before I do or say anything stupid…

Trixie peeks out from under her hat to look at you and notices you staring at her. “What’s wrong?”

You jump a little. “Uh, nothing, don’t worry about it,” your blush gets a little darker as you start walking quicker.

The majority of the day is spent signing up for the contest, finding out how many were around to participate, as well as checking out the town before heading back to the caravan.

“Ah, glad to be back,” you stretch.

“We were only gone for a few hours.”

“I know, but it felt longer than it was. Plus, what that guy said to me is still annoying me.”

Trixie giggles at you. “Well, I’m sure we won’t run into him again anyway.”

“That’d be nice, though I guess I don’t care too much.”

“But I thought you were going to protect me from stuff like that?” Trixie laughs.

“Well yeah, but I mean… Ugh, never mind.” you dismissively wave off the subject, hoping she’ll let the issue slide.

She seems to take notice, and asks something else, “Anyway, since we have the rest of the night to do whatever we want, do you want to do anything?”

“Hm, well what did you have in mind?” you ask, curious.

“Maybe just hang out?”

You’re confused by her question. “Well, don’t we hang out on a regular basis anyway?”

“Well I mean, just sitting down and chatting or whatever, we also don’t have to talk…”

“Well, I have no objections to it as long as this isn’t some trick to get me to do something again,” you add, giving her a suspicious look.

Trixie waves off the notion. “I have no intention of tricking you into anything unless you give me a good reason too.”

“Well alright then, sounds fun.”

Trixie takes a quick step closer to you, with her eyes going from warm and pleasant to slightly colder, and more stern. “Great, but first I need your help.”

“Aaand here it comes,” you say in a depressed, expecting tone.

“I was just going to ask a favor of you!”

“Well, you don’t expect me to throw caution to the wind around you, do you?”

“Oh will you please just help me?” Trixie says, pushing you towards her room.

“Okay, okay sheesh, I’ll help!” You quickly find your balance stop, as she walks ahead of you, leading you towards the doorway of her room.

As you both enter her room, you notice it is considerably messier than it usually is, with books scattered both around and on top of her bed.

“Wow, studying are we?” you ask.

“Well, I want to make sure to brush up on some of the things we’ll have to do for the magic show coming up, and it never hurts to be prepared, correct?” she explains.

“Well that’s true, I guess it’s good someone is,” you say, rubbing the back of your head.

Trixie looks up at you. “Indeed, though you don’t have to worry so much. After all, you’ll be there to help with setting up stage props, while I’m entertaining the crowd.”

“So uh, what is it you want me to help with, exactly?” you curiously ask, getting back to the task at hand.

“I lost a book that I really need. It’s in here somewhere and I want you to help me look for it.”

“Wow, how rare of you to lose anything…”

“Well I’ve been too scatterbrained lately that I haven’t really been able to remember where I put stuff,”

“This magic show has you stressing a lot, huh?” you ask, concerned.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle! I’m used to this kind of pressure; I am a performer after all!” Trixie boasts and puffs out her chest.

You smile at her attitude. “I know you’re remarkable, but just remember that I’m here if you need me,”

Trixie’s taken off guard by your sudden praise and compliment. “W-Where did that co-come from?!” A light pink blush appears over her cheek.

“Well, you know… I’d hate to see you looking overwhelmed by the stress, and wanted to remind you that you’re not alone in this, so I just felt like saying something. I mean, I am a friend after all and friends encourage one another.”

“I s-see, well thank you for your concern, though I-I don’t need it because after all, I’m amazing at what I d-do!” She scratches the back of her mane, inadvertently pushing her chest out slightly as she tries repeating the same gesture as she had when she was boasting, though it’s clearly more subdued than before.

“A-anyway, start over there and start looking for my book… It’ll have a green and golden cover,” she quickly walks to the other side and starts looking around for the elusive book.

Did I say too much? You walk to the other side and start rummaging through her stuff, looking for the book she described.

A few minutes pass by and aside from the random noise of moving various objects, it was silent in the room with the two of you. I was just trying to help ease her mind. Maybe I went a bit overboard...

As you continue to move stuff around, you see something green out of the corner of your eye and move to grab it. What the-? You pick it up.

Panties? Why are there a pair of panties over here anyway?! You quickly look over your shoulder to see if Trixie’s watching. Seeing that she’s still turned away, you slowly hold them up with both hands.

They’re smaller than I thought they’d be, You begin to imagine Trixie in just her underwear.

I bet she’d look cute in these… You blush a little at the thought, chuckling inadvertently.

“What are you holding?” Trixie suddenly asks you, making you jump.

“Um, n-nothing!” you say, standing quickly, hiding the pair of panties behind your back and smiling nervously.

“You’re a horrible liar, now what is it?” Trixie walks over towards you.

You slowly back away and look over your shoulder for a place to toss them without her seeing them. However, Trixie uses her magic to spin you around before you can get rid of them.

She quickly grabs them out of your hands and looks at you with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

“I-it’s not what you think I swear! I was looking for the book and I picked them up b-because they were green, and...” You quickly hold up your hands in defense as you stumble over your words, considerably, in your attempt to explain yourself.

“I understand,” she says in a calm and low voice.

You slowly open your eyes and lower your hands. “R-really?”

“I understand… that you’re a huge pervert!” she yells, making you flinch.

‘SMACK!’

“Ouch! I said it wasn’t what it looked like!” you plead.

“Liar!” she shouts as she continues to pummel you.

“Ow! Trixie stop! Ow, Trixie. OW!”

She suddenly stops and you slowly peer over your arms. “Y-you’re lucky I’m f-feeling generous today…”

She quickly turns around as she shouts at you, “Now find my b-book, you pervert!”

“Sheesh, I said it wasn’t what it looked like…” you say, rubbing your arms.

“Yeah, I’m sure, that’s why you were ogling them!” she yells back.

You blush brightly. “What? I-I wasn’t o-ogling them at all!”

“I saw you looking over them as soon as you picked them up!”

“It wasn’t like tha-... Wait, if you knew I picked them up from the beginning, why didn’t you say something?!”

Trixie makes a face resembling that of a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “I-I didn’t register what you had…”

“Yeah right, your face says differently,” You give her a stern look.

“Why are you interrogating me all of a sudden?!”

“Because I’m not letting you shift the blame this time!” You step closer.

“W-what do you mean ‘let’ me shift the blame? You’re always doing something wrong!”

“Half the time it’s your fault these things happen in the first place! Like earlier today. If you hadn’t started arguing with me and held me down to tickle me, ‘that’ scene wouldn’t have happened!” You point at her, demanding she explain herself in the process as she visibly flinches at your accusation.

Trixie blushes at your words. “W-Well, if you didn’t pull on my tail I wouldn’t have fallen on you!” She yells back.

“If you didn’t try to leave I wouldn’t have pulled on your tail and made your butt land on my face!”

“Like you’re really upset about that, you perverted mutt!” She steps forward as well.

“Oh now you’re resorting to name-calling? You’re just being childish!” you say, making her fume.

“I-I’m not being childish, you are!”

“I’m not, and besides, you’re a little perverted as well,” you claim, taking her off guard.

“W-what do y-you mean by th-that?!” She stutters.

“Do I need to go in detail about what you did after you fell on me?”

“I do-don’t know what yo-you’re talking ab-about!” She looks away uncomfortably, but she’s blushing profusely.

“There was the panting…” you trail off on purpose to add tension.

Trixie flinches slightly and looks up at you with a deep red blush and a pleading look on her face, begging you not to go on as you continue your verbal assault. “The cute squeals…”

Trixie starts to back up as you step closer towards her.

“And of course, when you started squirming around…” you take another step forward.

“I… I-I don’t…” her face continues to shine bright red. As she takes another step away from you, she trips and falls backwards onto her bed. She looks up at you, a look of desperation on her face, with her hands resting on her chest timidly and her tail and legs dangling off the bed.

You can’t help but think how cute and sexy she looks at that moment. Her mane is wilted in different directions on the bed, and her chest slowly rises and falls from her deep breathing. A light blush caresses your cheeks as you stare at her alluring form.

“Yo-you win al-already... are you h-happy now?” you hear her soft voice and suddenly snap out of it. She is trying her best to calm down. You notice her eyes are watering as well.

I think I might’ve gone too far… you think to yourself as you back away.

She slowly sits up, “Yo-you’re so evil to a young mare like me, bringing up something like that and embarrassing her…” She looks up at you.

You’re starting to feel a little guilty now. “I’m s-sorry.”

She looks away from you slowly, as she seems to think to herself for a moment before finally responding. “It’s o-okay,” she mumbles something else but you miss it.

“What?”

“N-nothing,” she sighs to herself.

“Well, uh, do you mind if I take a break?” you ask, hoping she’ll just say yes.

“Sure,” she says softly.

“Okay, thanks.”

“No problem…”

You take a deep breath and start walking out of her room. I need to cool off for a bit. I’ll just take a quick shower and then go back to help her.

You gather some clean clothes and head for the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You then mess with the water for a little bit to get the temperature just right before undressing and jumping in. The water cascades down your body, as you stand under the showerhead, unmoving. Just the feeling of the lukewarm water is enough to calm your nerves. You let your mind wander, thinking about what to do after your shower.

I definitely wouldn’t mind swinging by the pub again… You think to yourself.

Though, I doubt Trixie would want to go again, not after ‘that’ incident anyway. And I don’t think I could trick her either…

You sigh to yourself. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to ask I guess.

Trixie suddenly flashes into your mind. Not that it was really all that surprising, since you’ve been thinking about her constantly, and with the both of you doing more activities together, it’s only natural to think about her. Of course, that includes other thoughts as well, you’ve notice a few perverse thoughts popping up more often, though after everything that has been happening, that too, isn’t too surprising. Especially this morning when you accidentally groped her or when she landed on top of you and you grabbed her butt. You start to remember how she felt in your hands. Her breasts were soft and large and her butt was round but firm as well. Of course, you only lied to her about her butt to mess with her, since she’d probably hit you if you said how great it felt in your hands. Moreover, the biggest blow was seeing her naked last night, with her curves matching perfectly from the top, and leading down to her lower body. Thinking about her starts considerable stirring of your loins, as you feel yourself start to swell, getting stiffer as your mind continues to wander.

I should probably take care of this quickly… You think to yourself, looking down at your stiffened member.

As you clasp onto your manhood you hear a noise from the door of the bathroom. Suddenly, you see the door swing open and Trixie half-stepping into the bathroom, her eyes suddenly widening, fixated on your naked form.

Did I really forget to lock the door? You think to yourself, staring back at Trixie who is frozen in place, eyes locked into place, a blush slowly spreading across her cheeks.

You remove your hand from your still partially erected member and swallow hard. Your blush only intensifies as you watch as her eyes begin to traverse your body, from your eyes, down to your chest, shoulders, stomach and even further down. Knowing that she’s staring directly at your manhood makes your heart start to pound in your chest faster. There were no curtains at all, with her being alone for so long and with a lock on the door; she opted not to buy any. Unfortunately, you had to be the one to forget to lock it now, of all times.

It feels like an eternity passes and you begin to try saying something. However, Trixie beats you to the punch.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry I didn’t mean to… you… I… Oh my Celestia…” She gives up trying to say anything and immediately turns and runs out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

You can only stare at the door in disbelief. “D...dammit…”

“Well, I don’t have to relieve myself anymore, at least…” you whimsically mutter to yourself as you step out of the shower and grab a towel to dry off before starting to get dressed.

After you put your clothes on and brush your partially-damp hair, you open the door to the bathroom and peek outside. Phew, she’s in her room.

You decide to quickly slip on shoes and head out to be alone for a bit. However, before you make it to the door you hear a voice from behind you.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

You flinch at the voice. “Uh, out?” you peek over your shoulder.

“Fine, I need to go out anyway,” she says, walking past you and out the door.

“Wait, I…” You sigh and opt to quietly follow her out of the caravan.

Trixie is a good few feet ahead of you as you both head down the street. She hasn’t even said where she’s going or what she wants to do, leading you to believe that she’s furious at you again. Granted, that incident would’ve never happened if you locked the door.

Why does this crap always have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this?! You ask yourself as you continue down the road.

You see the pub that you visited with Trixie last time and decide that you’ll stop there for a drink or two to ease your worries. You notice Trixie is slowing down as well, allowing you to catch up with her.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“Uh, just stopping by the pub for a drink…” she says, causing you to look over at her.

“Wait, what? Don’t you remember the horrible hangover you had last time?” you cautiously remind her.

Not to mention the ‘other’ scene that happened later that night! You mentally state.

“I’ll only have a few this time, besides, I need it…” she says, her attention clearly diverted.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing that concerns you!” she shouts and heads straight for the pub.

Your head droops in depression. “Yep, she’s mad at me…”

Trixie bursts into the pub, with you following close behind her as she walks up to the bar. “Barkeep, I demand a mug of cider.”

He simply nods and walks over with the mug and pours the cider for her, foam building up over the top. After he finishes with her he looks over at you expectedly.

You simply sigh and point towards Trixie’s drink. “I’ll take a cider too, please.”

He does the same for you as you plop down next to her, prompting her to look over at you. “Did I say you could sit next to me?”

“Are you really that upset with me?” you ask.

“Y-yes I am! Now go away, your punishment is you can’t sit next to me!” she says, taking a swig of her cider.

“Wait, sitting next to you is a reward now?” you question, rather annoyed at her demand.

“Of course it is! I assumed you knew this already,” she affirms, still scowling at you.

“Alright, you want to be alone? Fine with me,” you say, picking up your mug and walking away from the bar to an empty table on the far side of the room.

“Hmph!” Trixie turns away and downs her mug before asking for another one.

~*~*~

You keep an eye on Trixie who is still at the bar the whole time. She actually hasn’t been drinking that much, luckily for you.

From the way she’s laying her head on the bar, you assume she’s feeling pretty bored, or maybe just tired. You continue to watch her until she makes eye contact with you. You quickly look away to try to avoid suspicion, though you’re sure she caught you looking at her considering how she’s giggling. You chance another peek at her and watch as she slowly stands and starts to make her way over towards your table.

She then proceeds to plop down next to you this time. “And what are you up too?” She says in a playful tone.

“Nothing, just making sure you don’t go overboard again and become an alcoholic.”

Trixie scoffs at your remark. “I wouldn’t do such a thing. I am too grand to be weighed down by something like that.”

“So what happened, I thought I wasn’t good enough to sit next to you?” You ask, taking a drink of your freshly-filled cider mug.

“I’ve decided to make an exception because I’m bored.”

“So I’m only here to cure your boredom?” you ask.

“Well, I suppose there are other things you could be doing for me,” she says with a mischievous smile.

“I don’t even want to think about what’s going on in that head of yours when you say stuff like that.”

Trixie leans on you, using your arm as a headrest. “You have no talent at reading a girl at all, do you?” she says with a frown.

You blush a little. “S-shut it!” you shout angrily at her.

Trixie laughs at you and lightly jabs your ribs. “You’ll never get a mare with that attitude.”

“Like I care, if the rest are anything similar to you, I think I’d be better off not caring about such things,” you say in defiance.

Trixie looks at you with a hurt expression on her face. “Am I really that bad of a mare?”

“Oh come on, don’t give me that treatment, you started it anyway!”

“Y-you’re right… I’m sorry,” her eyes begin to water up.

“H-hey, it was a joke, I didn’t mean it. There’s nothing wrong with you!” you say quickly.

“R-really?” she questions timidly.

“Yeah, really.”

“So I’m not this cruel, ugly thing that you say I am?” she looks up at you, eyes shining with hope.

“No you’re not, and I never said you were ugly, you’re the exact opposite of ugly!” You blurt out.

“That’s what I thought! See, you can be obedient when you try,” she says with a smile as she pats your head.

“Y-you were messing with me the whole time?”

“Yep,” she confirms while taking another drink of her cider.

You mentally scold yourself for falling for that trick. “I hate you, I hope you realize that.”

“Well you should learn not to aggravate me and I wouldn’t have to put you in your place!” she raises her voice to make a point.

“I aggravate you? No, it’s the other way around!”

“Well whose fault is that?”

“Yours!” you yell.

“Oh please, you would be just fine if you obeyed me like a good boy,” she notes, scratching the bottom of your chin to mock you further.

You pull away. “Tsk, I’m not your dog!” you protest, as you swat her hand away from where it remained hovering, before grabbing your cider mug again.

“But you would make for such an excellent pet.” She claims, sticking her tongue out at you.

“Yeah right, you’d just find something else to complain about.”

“Not if you become cute, then you’d be a perfect dog.”

“Well I guess I’ll never be what you want,” you say with an air of annoyance.

“True, you’re too handsome and sweet to be a dog,” she states plainly.

You blush and turn away from her. “W-will you stop making jokes like that?!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop teasing you. But it’s so hard when you act so cutely afterwards,” she leans forward onto the table, trying to get a better look at you.

You just grumble at her random babble and use one hand to try to hide your face from her, which fails. She starts giggling at your expense.

“You know I’m only having a little fun, right?” she eventually asks.

“I know, I don’t mind it that much,” you reply, still not looking at her.

“I’m so glad to have you around, life is a lot less boring now that I can torture someone,” She begins laughing again.

“Yeah, yeah don’t get too full of yourself, princess,” you add emphasis on the last bit.

She sticks her tongue back out at you again, making you chuckle a little. “Should we head back soon?” you ask.

“Not yet, I still want to stay here with you for a while longer.”

“Alright.”

You both spend the next hour talking and joking around with each other. You end up talking about the competition coming up, what to do afterwards. Even your injury, though it was healing nicely and you hardly had to worry about it anymore thankfully. Trixie would however bring up you leaving while making jokes about it, you try your best not to show just how badly you’re struggling with the decision itself, letting Trixie have her fun at your expense, as she often did. After all, you truly enjoyed it when Trixie smiled and laughed like this, regardless of your feelings or otherwise.

“Trixie, how’re you feeling?” you ask after a short period of silence.

“I feel fine! I could do this all night long!” she cheers.

“Uh, perhaps we should call it a night, I mean it isn’t good to drink a lot, especially after what happened yesterday.”

“I don’t know, I guess you may be right,” she says, slightly depressed.

“Aw, come on. I’ll carry you if it’ll make you happy, how does that sound?”

And NOT end up like last time! You mentally add.

Trixie ponders your question for a moment. However, before she could answer, a rowdy stallion two tables over starts laughing loudly and speaking boisterously. “I’m telling you the truth, this weird creature was walking around with this huge money pouch like he didn’t have a care in the world, didn’t even see it coming! He was obviously not from around here and clueless.”

You hush Trixie before she says anything, in which she looks at you with an annoyed expression on her face, before your semi-serious expression on your face makes hers switch from a look of annoyance to one mirroring curiosity.

“Still, never seen something like him before now; but whatever, that’s how I…” You turn away from the conversation before you hear the rest.

“What’s going on, who are they?” Trixie asks.

“I’m not completely sure, but I think that’s the stallion that stole your money back in the town where you had me buy that book for you,” You point over towards the table.

“What?!” she yells.

“Shhhh! Will you be quiet?” you say in a hushed tone.

“No, I want my bits back!”

While you’re busy trying to calm her down, you fail to notice the other stallion turning and looking over his shoulder at you. “No way, hey guys this is that weird creature I was telling you about! I didn’t even see you come in!” He begins laughing.

Dammit! You mentally curse your luck.

“You wouldn’t be here to try to get your bits back would you? I mean it’s not my fault you ‘lost’ them.”

“Well considering how you ‘stole’ them and how it is a crime, I’m sure the authorities would love to have a chat with you,” you say, making the stallion flinch.

“And what makes you think I’d just let you do that?” He says, standing up along with the others and start walking up to your table.

Suddenly, Trixie slams her mug onto the table, gaining their attention. “How about we keep this civil and say, play a card game? If I can beat all three of you, you pay me back those bits you stole, but if even one of you can beat me, I’ll fork over the same amount back, how does that sound?” She smirks.

You give her a look of extreme worry while mentally screaming, convinced that she’s lost her mind, but she simply gives you a quick wink and offers for the three of them to have a seat. They pause and look at her for a moment, but after looking over at you, most likely noticing your expression, they accept the offer.

The game itself is something you’ve never heard of, and you find yourself hardly capable of following the rules to it. Therefore, you decide to just sit and watch with the hope that Trixie knows what she’s doing. As time passes, you notice the three stallions are getting increasingly nervous, with each of them sharing the same look of worry and concentration. You look at Trixie, who has an arrogant smile planted firmly on her face. Another ten or so minutes pass and the game wraps up as Trixie plays her hand, opting for the rest to do the same. Trixie’s hand beats all three of the stallions’ hands easily, or at least you assume from Trixie’s boasting.

They stare open-mouthed and agape as Trixie picks up her pouch of bits and proceeds to tuck it away. Even you are surprised she won so easily. But you just assume it’s just one of the many skills of a magician. However, as soon as Trixie picks up the deck of cards, her sleeves are caught on something and extra cards fall out of it. Trixie freezes in place as the stallions stare at a pair of kings and an ace.

Trixie looks at you before yelling at you. “Run!” before you both bolt for the exit. The stallions chase after the two of you, but you turn and manage to kick one in the chest, sending him back into the other two and knocking them down as well. You turn and run after Trixie with the barkeep yelling at you to stop, before you and Trixie burst through the pub door. You both make a hard right and run to the back end of the bar to hide out for a moment.

“What the hell was that?!” you say loudly.

“What? I had everything under control,” she calmly explains.

“Luckily, but don’t ever do that again,” you add taking a deep breath.

“Oh please, I can handle myself, and besides, you were there just in case,” she says, giving you a big smile.

“You don’t have to praise me, it’s not like you would’ve needed help anyway,” You rub the back of your head in embarrassment.

“Well that’s true.”

You chuckle at her plain answer. “Let’s just get outta here before they find us,” you suggest as you look around.

“Yeah, let’s go. But first, you said you would carry me!”

“Well I only said that to get you to leave the bar…”

“Do it or else!” she clings to your arm.

“Or what?” you ask, supporting her to keep her from falling over or tripping.

“I’ll make you my puppet!”

You laugh. “And how are you going to make me into a puppe-” she cuts you off by leaning in extremely close, standing right up against you as she gives you puppy eyes.

“T-that’s not going to work!”

She starts getting teary-eyed. “Please, my hooves hurt, and I… I like it when you treat me so nice.”

“I… I uh,” you try to form words but find it impossible.

“Pleeease?” she begs.

“Okay, fine, whatever! Just stop doing that!” you yell, which she starts laughing at.

“Good boy!” she pushes against you, causing you to stumble as your foot catches the side of a box, making you stagger forward a few steps before you trip and fall to the ground.

Trixie breaks into a fit of loud laughter. “W-What was that?”

You slowly get to your feet and dust yourself off. “What do you mean what was that? Your half-deluded brain failed to calculate weight properly and tripped me!”

“I didn’t make you trip!” she yells.

“That’s it, it’s time for a little revenge for all the crap I had to deal with today!”

“H-Huh?” She utters, as you start to walk up to her, with a menacing stride.

Trixie starts to back away from you. “S-stay back! Don’t y-you even think about it!”

“And what are you going to do to stop me?”

“I-I’ll do something ten times worse to you!”

“Right now I don’t really care at the moment!” You watch as she presses against the wall, looking for a means to escape.

You lean in close to her, allowing your breath to gently caress her neck. “Trixie, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Trixie flinches a little as small beads of sweat start to form and fall from her face. “N-no.”

You take her chin in your hand and lift her head so that you can look into her eyes as you caress her side with your other hand. She shivers a little at your touch.

“Trixie,” You say in a sultry voice.

She gulps as her lower lip quivers a little. “I-I know you’re j-just doing this to try and mess with me! I won’t let it w-work.”

“Oh? Well if you know... then why aren’t you fighting it?” you ask.

“I… I want…” She blushes deeply and places a hand on your chest.

You lean against her hand a little, as you let your hand glide down her chin and neck gently, before you pull away from her and start walking off. “And that’s why you shouldn’t mess with me unless you’re ready for revenge!”

You hear Trixie let out an incredibly pent-up groan of frustration before you hear hoof steps come up rapidly behind you. “YOU JERK!” she yells as she pushes you forward, almost making you lose your footing again.

You attempt to justify yourself before she continues her assault. “Hey, you started it!”

“S-shut up! I’ll make you regret that…”

“If you remember it…”

“Hmph!” She takes off walking back towards her caravan with you following closely behind her, but still being careful to keep your distance.

“Hey I thought you wanted me to carry you?” You chuckle when she flicks her tail at you and sticks her nose in the air.

The rest of the walk goes by in silence, since you don’t want to push her too much further just in case. It doesn’t take long to get back home anyway. As you both enter, you turn around, shutting the door and locking it.

“So, what now?” you ask her as she walks to her room.

“Sleep!” she states, yawning as she does so.

“What already? But we were having so much fun, though.”

“Maybe for you it was fun, but for me it’s been a stressful day!” she says, turning around to face you.”

“How so?” You look at her in confusion.

“Well for starters this morning you tickled and fondled me!” she starts to raise her voice.

“I said I was sorry about that!” you shout back.

“Then you molested me!”

“M-Molested you how? It was an accident! I didn’t think you’d fall back into me and I’d end up grabbing your…” you trail off, as a clear and present blush appears on your face when you recall the incident.

“D-d-don’t imagine it!” She starts blushing heavily.

You snap out of your train of thought. “Kind of hard not to when your butt was in my face!”

“And you think I wanted that to happen?!” she shouts, taking a few steps more as she gets closer to you, furious at the memory of what happened.

“No, of course not, it just happened!”

“Oh and another thing, the shower incident that you made me walk into!”

“Okay, I’ll admit that was my fault, but again it’s not like I meant to do that!” you plead.

“And how do I know that you didn’t just leave it unlocked on purpose?” she asks.

“B-because I wouldn’t do that; I would hope you knew me well enough by now to at least know THAT much! And besides, it doesn’t take a scientist to realize I was using the shower!” You look at her with a serious expression.

“I wasn’t paying attention, I was just going to collect some of my clothing!”

“Still, you can’t blame me for your mistake!” you claim in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I can if I want to! And of course there was the scene earlier with you acting like you were going to force yourself on me…”

“I’m not even going to take the bait on that one…” You fight the urge to turn away, determined to stand your ground against her.

“Doing that to a mare who’s had a few drinks, a real stallion wouldn’t have tried that at all,” she states as she looks at you with disdain.

“Well I’m not a stallion; I’m a human from another world, so I’m naturally going to act a little different,” you can’t help but feel a little saddened at how she compared you to something you’re not.

“Th-That’s true; I suppose maybe you should go back to your world then!” She screams, getting even angrier with you.

“Fine,” you disheartedly utter your piece, no longer feeling like continuing the argument anymore. At this point, you just want her to leave.

The desire for her to go away gives you the drive to finish the argument. “Fine! You know what? You win; I’m done with this stupid argument!” You turn around, starting to walk away.

“Fine!” Trixie shouts before stomping off.

She opens the door to her room and walks inside, but takes one last glance at you before slowly closing the door.

You talk silently to yourself. “I hate when she gets fired up like that for no clear reason. It’s so hard to tell what’s going on inside her head…” Running your hands through your hair, you lay down on the couch and close your eyes.

I wish she’d at least realize that her words affect me. Granted, I never tell her that her words affect me at all… I need to start being more clear with her. A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as you adjust your position on the couch in an attempt at making yourself comfortable.

“I just need to calm down and get some sleep.” you say aloud to yourself.

~*~*~

You toss and turn for about an hour or so in the darkness of night trying your best to fall asleep to no avail. Your mind’s still stuck on what Trixie said earlier, as well as everything else that happened today. The thought of Trixie comparing you to a stallion gets on your nerves for some reason; you start to wonder if she would really want a stallion over you, considering the stallions you encountered today in the pub, not to mention the one from this morning. But you quickly toss that idea out of your head since you feel you shouldn’t even care after the fight you had. That and the thought of her wanting to send you back home still tugs at your mind. You continue to debate this thought with yourself when all of a sudden, the hat that is on the small table next to the couch starts to flicker and light up. You look over to it and remember that Trixie uses it for communication and whatnot. You sigh to yourself before slowly sitting up.

You look towards the hat, but stay seated on the couch. “What do you want?” The irritant tone in your voice is distinct; you almost regret asking as you await whatever she’ll respond with.

Silence echoes into the room.

“Hello, anyone there?” you ask into the hat, leaning towards it slightly as you do so.

Still nothing but silence comes from the glowing hat.

Confused, you pick up the hat itself and try looking into it only to see darkness. You start to become impatient and start to wonder what’s going on so you slowly slide your hand into the hat itself. As you reach in you feel something soft and warm to the touch. Your fingers run along whatever it is, and you can feel a slit and as you continue, while you hear a soft moan come from the hat itself.

“What the-?” Your fingers graze against what feels like a small button and you are instantly met with a small squeal of delight as whatever you touch moves against your hand.

You pause for a second before it hits you. “Oh no…” You go to move your hand, when the light inside the hat starts to flicker before suddenly going out.

That was a dangerous situa- You pause mid-sentence when you realize something.

“Why can’t I get my hand free?” you ask yourself as you notice you’re unable to pull your hand out from the darkness of the hat.

You pull on the hat again to confirm that it’s stuck. You give it another try as you tug even harder, but to no avail. The third time you try to rip it off with as much force as you can muster but again, it won’t budge at all. The situation you’re in suddenly hits you.

“Oh please, please let her not be awake!” You say as you jump up off the couch and very quietly but quickly make your way to her bedroom door.

Before you open the door, you hear light moaning and panting on the other side of it. You can only imagine what’s going on so you slowly turn the knob and open the door just enough to peek inside. As you carefully tilt your head in, you notice Trixie’s eyes are closed and aside from the various noises and movements, she seems to be asleep. You decide to chance opening the door further to get a better view of her room. You can see Trixie laying on her bed, bottomless with a baggy and rather thin T-shirt that was riding up her body, exposing the bottom of her breasts. One arm was resting on her stomach while the other one was to her side, her legs were spread out and the only thing covering her marehood was the one thing you didn’t want to see there: The hat.

You immediately look away, blushing madly. Dammit Trixie, what the hell?!

You slowly turn to look at her again; her moans have now gotten louder and her breathing more erratic. Sleeping or not, if she found out that you ever touched something on her body so precious, let alone this, she’d have your head on a silver platter.

Why can’t I control my hand anymore? I can even feel it touching… her. It didn’t quite make sense to you but you still needed to get the hat away from her.

You very slowly open the door, and ignoring the now-light screaming coming from Trixie, you carefully tiptoe to her bed. As you get closer, you can smell an odd odor present in the room. Of course, you soon recognize the smell and blush more. The smell mixed with the moaning and slightly increasing volume of the screams she’s making is now causing you to get a hard-on, making everything even more difficult for you. You start getting closer and reach for the hat, but just before you can grab it Trixie lets out a prolonged moan and starts to move around. You immediately duck and hide at the foot of her bed, hoping she isn’t waking up, until Trixie stops thrashing about and squealing. Hearing her deep breathing continue, you peek back up at her, and get a close-up view of her now-sopping wet and puffy marehood. You nearly jump back into the front of her dresser from the surprise.

Her moving around must have moved the hat away from her… You audibly gulp as you start to hear a familiar sound and look at the hat attached to your arm as it lights up, before falling off and freeing your arm from its depths.

Trixie’s orgasm really made her open the portal back up? You think to yourself as you lift the arm that was trapped up into your field of vision.

You are immediately hit with a familiar scent and realize your fingers are quite wet as well. Your mind starts to run wild with the thought that you just made Trixie release her orgasm all over your hand. You start to wonder what it tastes like, but as you look at your hand, you shake the idea from your head and decide against it, knowing that you need to get out of her room before she wakes up and wonders why you’re in her room to begin with. You stand to your feet, being reminded that you’re still stiff from the incident. As you turn to leave, you hear sniffling coming from the bed. You stop and turn around and hear more mumbling coming from Trixie. Curiosity gets the better of you and you walk up next to her.

You immediately see tears leaking slowly from her eyes, which are still closed. The site shocks you a little and even more so after what just happened. You stay next to her a few more seconds in silence when suddenly; you hear her start to say something.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it….” you hear her mumble.

Mean what? You ask yourself.

“Please, don’t leave me…”

“I don’t, I don’t want to be alone anymore…” Fresh tears roll out of her closed eyes.

Trixie… You’re unsure what to do.

Trixie’s eyes squeeze shut. “I don’t deserve you…”

You can feel your heart start to ache from her words. You know what she’s talking about now; the fight just before you two went to sleep. You guess she regrets it more than you thought. It was on your mind as well, in fact, it still is, but hearing her say that, it’s too much. All you want to do is make her feel better; as you stand next to her, only thing comes to mind.

You gently place your clean hand on her cheek and caress it, rubbing your thumb against her soft fur. She starts to smile, saying your name sweetly as she does so. Your chest starts to flutter a little when you hear her say it, growing a smile of your own. You can’t stop yourself, you lean in and softly plant a kiss on her forehead, just at the base of her horn. She giggles at the sensation and smiles even wider as she produces a content sigh of blissful joy, making you smile wider as well. You decide that you’d better leave before something bad happens so you grab her blanket and cover her, gently tucking her in. You give her one last glance before leaving her room and shutting the door behind you.

You sigh heavily as you feel your mind and heart fighting over the logic behind your actions. “What am I doing? I literally just sexually assaulted her in her sleep and then actually kissed her…”

“I really don’t want to leave her, do I?” you ask yourself.

I really do want to stay with her. You smile at your moment of realization.

I wonder how she’ll react when I tell her. The thought swims around inside your head.

“I think I’ll wait until after the competition tomorrow, that way even if she loses she’ll still have some good news.” You nod at your resolution as you walk back to the couch.

You decide that you’ll just go to bed. “Though I admit I’m not very sleepy,” you admit to yourself as you scratch your cheek with your hand. You then remember it was the same hand that was responsible for inadvertently causing Trixie to cum. You take a moment to look at your hand, and then down at the noticeable bulge in your pants. Well, I doubt I’d fall asleep any time soon, anyway. You blush as you start to remember seeing Trixie’s beautiful and naked form.

“I admit it, I might be a bit of a pervert…”

Author's Note

Sorry this one took so long! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Show Stopper!

Everything’s quiet inside Trixie’s caravan. Hardly a sound could be heard coming from outside, as you lie peacefully inside the living room, on the couch, with blankets covering you completely. Light pours over you, warming you further and sending you into an even deeper, more relaxed sleep. Suddenly, a voice slowly begins to rise through the fog of slumber.

“…ke up!” You can’t quite make out what the familiar, frustrated voice is saying.

“..ake up… said!” The voice is starting to get louder and seemingly angrier, as you continue to try sleeping through the noise.

“That’s it!” As the voice shouts with a tone of finality, you suddenly feel something round impact with the side of your face viciously, startling you and making you jump up off the couch and into the floor with a small ‘thud’.

“I warned you twice and you didn’t get up, so that’s what you get!” Trixie says as she waits for you to speak, setting her hoof on the floor of the caravan.

“You know, the scary thing is that I’m starting to get used to being woken up like this…” you groggily state as you rub the cheek that she kicked.

“Well it’s your fault for not getting up when I told you to!” Trixie crosses her arms and looks down at you with a stern look of authority on her face.

“Well you treat me like a dog half the time, so why would I want to listen to you?” you ask, still sitting on the floor.

“I don’t treat you badly, you just force me to punish you! Besides, I never want to,” Trixie explains.

“Well when you want to act cute you’re fun to be with, but half the time you get touchy about the littlest things,” you claim, yawning afterwards.

“I always act cute!” Trixie retorts.

You laugh at how seriously she’s taking your statement. “It’s too early to be making jokes, you know.”

“I’m not joking! How dare you accuse me of joking about something like that!” She begins to pout.

“Now, when you do that? That’s cute. The rest? Obnoxious, at best,” you state assertively, mocking her when she huffs at you in frustration.

“My head’s hurting too much to argue about this,” she says as she rubs her temples.

“Well that isn’t my fault, you should’ve drank less,” you say bluntly.

“Well, YOU get to help me. While I take a shower and change, you’re going to cook me a wonderful breakfast!” Trixie says, pointing to the kitchen area.

“Huh?” is the only reply you can manage.

She asserts her decision with a smug look on her face. “You heard me, I demand you cook me a good breakfast. There’s this recipe I wanted to try called “Sweet Potato Oatmeal Breakfast Casserole”, and what better way to try it, than to have you make it for me?”

You slowly get to your feet. “And how would I even make something like that?!”

“You can read the recipe, can’t you?” she responds, cocking her head to the side, as if the question couldn’t have a more obvious answer.

“And what makes you think I’ll even consider making anything with you after you just kicked me in the face?” you ask, getting increasingly irritated with her cocky attitude.

“Because I’ll make your punishment ten times worse for you if you don’t,” she says in a menacing tone.

You look at her in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean!” She steps closer, leaning in to the point where your noses are almost touching, as she jabs a finger in your chest. “I remember ‘everything’ you did to me yesterday!”

You flinch slightly. “E-everything?”

“Yes, and now, I’m going to get my revenge by turning you into my servant for today.”

“I-I said I didn’t c-care what you’d d-do to me!” You try to sound unfazed but you can’t even come close.

“If you don’t obey, I’ll use the saw blade trick to cut you into pieces... without putting you back together,” she says without the slightest sign of humor in her tone.

“E-Even YOU wouldn’t do that!”

Trixie’s horn glows ominously as you fail to see what she’s holding with her magic. “Oh? Would you care to test me?”

You swallow nervously as you start questioning what would be worse: Having Trixie perform the ‘trick’ on you, or the idea of her knowing what happened last night. After all, if she knows, it sounds like she’s letting you off easy. “F-Fine, I’ll do it.”

Her horn stops glowing as she smirks at you deviously. “That’s a good servant, now get to it; I expect it to be close to ready by the time I’m done!” She says as she walks away.

Ugh, what a great way to start the morning, better go find that recipe book quickly, you tell yourself as you head into the kitchen area, hearing her turn the shower on in the process.

Trixie had already placed the book on the counter which made finding it easier, though the recipe itself was a little difficult, as you almost messed up on a few of the steps. There were some close calls, including almost forgetting about the casserole when you left to sit on the couch. You managed to get it just in time and had it out to cool off a little as you took another brief moment to rest, as the smell of the casserole made your mouth water. You really wanted to try it for yourself, but decided not to take the chance just in case it upset Trixie.

After about ten minutes pass, you grab a plate and a utensil, carefully taking some of the casserole out of the pan and setting it on her plate. No sooner than you start to prepare Trixie’s plate, do you see her getting out of the shower. She appears to be much more refreshed and relaxed than she was earlier, which makes you feel less pensive about talking to her.

You watch as she sits up by the arm of the couch that you slept on, resting her head on the back of it as her damp hair spreads out, with her legs taking up most of the remaining seating area. You quickly pick her plate up and head to the table, handing her the plate. She graciously takes it and moves her legs to make room for you to sit next to her. You cautiously do so as she waits patiently, giving you a strangely timid, happy smile.

You sit next to her, plate in your hands.

“Okay, now for the second part of your punishment!” She hands you her plate.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” you ask.

“Simple, I want to be treated like a princess for a little bit, so what better way than to have my servant feed me?” she proudly proclaims.

You pause and look at her for a moment before speaking. “W-what did you say?”

“You heard me!” She glares at you impatiently.

“U-uh, o-okay, if thats what you really want.” You blush a little.

She closes her eyes and opens her mouth, making a cute noise. “Ahh...”

You swallow hard, slowly pick up a small bite of food, and gently slide it into her mouth.

She slowly chews it before swallowing. “This is really good! I’ll have to have you make this for me more often!”

You look away from her, trying to hide your blush. “D-do I really have to keep this up?”

“Of course you do! Besides, I’ve always wanted to get you to feed me…” she says.

“W-what did yo-you just say!?” Your blush deepens as you look back towards her.

Trixie blushes, though her scowl only becomes more prominent. “N-nothing at all, j-just ignore that and get back to what I told you to do, or else!” she yells at you.

“O-okay, okay I will!” You quickly follow orders and continue to feed her.

You hold up bite after bite, which she happily accepts every time. She starts moaning softly as she chews her food. You know it’s just because she likes the taste, but it still makes it a little difficult to concentrate, since it reminds you of what happened last night. To make things worse, a few times she opens her mouth wide with her tongue hanging out slightly, which makes her look incredibly cute in the process. She seems to be greatly enjoying the treatment you’re giving her, humming a little after taking the last bite of her food that you feed her. After she swallows it, she leans back onto the couch.

You look over at her, and notice a crumb of food on the side of her mouth. “Trixie, you’ve... you’ve got a little, erm...” you mutter, gesturing to a section of her face.

“Huh? Where?” She places a hand on the wrong side.

You roll your eyes as she completely fails to clean the spot. “Here, let me get it for you,” You lean towards her, being careful not to fall forward. Trixie blushes from the sudden shift in proximity between the two of you. You can see her breathing hitch when your warm breath caresses her chin, curving underneath and gently grazing her neck. You inch closer, your lips only a few inches away from each other while your visage totally encompasses her vision, as you see beads of sweat begin to form on her face. Without her noticing, you deftly wipe away the crumb of food with a napkin that she didn’t see you holding.

“There you go,” you say as you lean back into your original position and toss the napkin on the plate.

Trixie stares blankly at you for a moment before snapping out of it. “W-what was that about?!” she asks, blushing.

“Hm? Well you wanted me to serve you, so I figured that was part of it,” you remark, acting innocent.

“Uhm, right…” She pauses momentarily before swiftly shaking her head and clearing her throat. “Anyway, I was just thinking about what we’ll be doing for the competition.”

“I was curious when you’d bring that up…” you state, placing the empty plate aside for the moment as you return your attention to Trixie.

“Well, I don’t think we’ll change much of the start of my performance, though I think the rest needs to be revised, especially the grand finale which will have to completely blow the audience away.”

“Do you have anything planned?” you ask.

“Well, I remember what that stallion said about summoning familiars being considered difficult, so perhaps sending you back home might get me the win I want.” she bluntly asserts.

Your heart feels like it’s stopped for a second. You feel saddened by her saying she’ll send you home, but her reason upsets you more than even the prospect of leaving, itself. “Well fine, if you really want me gone, I’ll go,” you try your best to sound uncaring.

“Well then, I’ll do it if you want to go that badly!” she angrily shouts.

“Fine by me! At least I’ll finally be away from your constant complaining!” you shout back.

“D-Do you really think I can’t do it or something? I could easily send you back!” She grits her teeth.

“Oh I’m sure you could,” you sarcastically blurt out.

“I could! After all I’m-”

“Yeah, yeah, ‘The Great and Powerful Trixie’ I know, we’ll see if you come up with something or not,” you say, mockingly.

“Keep it up and I might not wait!” she yells.

“Go for it.” you retort.

Trixie continues to fume. “You’re really pushing your luck!”

“You started it,” you retort.

Trixie pauses and gives you a devilish smirk. “No, I’m not arguing with you anymore, I’ll just punish you in a different way that will benefit me, before the show!”

“Huh?! Wait, why do I have to be punished more than I already have?” you ask in a confused tone.

“Because, I said so!” She sticks her nose in the air and crosses her arms.

You open your mouth to say something but decide against it. “Fine, whatever, you win.”

Trixie looks at you cautiously, as if waiting for you to say something else before she decides to continue. “I want you to clean both the bathroom, and my room while I’m gone!”

“Ugh, why do I have to clean the bathroom anyway? And why do you have to leave?”

“This is punishment! And if you stop complaining, I’ll tell you why I’ll be going out.” You stop arguing as Trixie glares at you, expecting a response. “... Thank you. I’m heading into town to look for inspiration and I want to get a few things in the process.

“Fine, but why do I have to clean your room and the bathroom? Isn’t this your house?” you ask as you try to get out of it.

“It’s my house, but it’s clearly your mess!” she retorts, furiously.

“Wait, my “mess”? What mess?” You tilt your head trying to remember a mess you made the last time you went to the bathroom, but nothing comes to mind.

“Go take a look for yourself and see!” she demands.

You stand up and slowly walk over to the bathroom, open the door as you reach it. It was slightly damp and humid from her taking a shower, but other than that, it didn’t look dirty at all. You look at her, confused. “Huh? It’s fine, what’s the problem?”

You see her visibly twitch before she points towards the bathroom. “What do you mean? The smell, it smells like you in there!” she states.

You’re even more confused now than you were before, and cross your arms as you expect her to clarify her statement. “Okay, I don’t follow.”

“I-I mean… well… I know what you were doing yesterday in my shower and it smelled funny!” she yells, cheeks turning pink.

You blush when you hear what she just stated. “T-That isn’t even what it smells like! And besides, I wasn’t even able to get off after I saw you!” you yell back.

She blushes even harder and stares at you.

You mentally slap yourself. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! I… What I meant was… Well, I…” you stammer over your words.

Trixie continues to blush furiously, unable to speak as you can only begin to imagine what your stammering is causing her to think.

“Ugh, forget it!” You throw your hands up in defeat and walk towards her room, thinking that you might as well see what you’ll have to clean in there as well. As you open her door, you’re immediately hit with a familiar scent. “What’s that smell…?” you say, to no one in particular.

You suddenly hear a gasp, followed by the rapid sound of hoofsteps coming towards you. “I-I changed my m-mind!” she says as she pushes you away from her door and closes it.

“Huh?” you question as Trixie uses her magic to lock the door to her room.

She looks at you nervously. “I c-can handle my room. Be-besides, you might steal my panties or something.”

You simply shrug in acceptance of her request. “Okay, whatever you say. One less thing I have to do either way.”

Trixie regains her composure, smirking at you once more. “Y-yes, I’m being extremely generous with you after everything you’ve pulled. But I still want you to clean the bathroom.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’ll clean it even though I don’t think it’s dirty.” you say in a bored tone.

“Of course it is! It absolutely reeks of you!” she retorts.

“And here I was thinking you liked my scent,” you say, giving her a coy smile.

“W-What are you talking abo-... I-I don’t like the way you smell at all!” Trixie blushes.

“You don’t sound too confident, you know...” You laugh a little when she gives you a death glare.

“I only tolerate your sme-... stench, because you're useful sometimes.” she asserts, crossing her arms and sticking her nose up in the process.

“Sheesh, I was only kidding, why’d you have to go and say something like that?” You cringe slightly and turn away as you sound noticeably upset about her statement.

She looks at you in surprise. “Uh, I... sorry if I...”

“Wow, never thought I’d hear you apologize for something like that!” You laugh even harder.

She starts to fume. “That’s it; I’m sending you back to your world the first chance I get!” She yells at you, firing off a bolt of lightning at you in the process, which hits you and knocks you over from the impact.

“O-ow… You didn’t have to go that far…” you say, slowly getting up off the floor. Getting to your feet, you feel thankful that Trixie’s lightning magic isn’t anything close to lethal, though the burn mark it leaves is far from obscure.

“Hmph! It was your fault to begin with.”

“You’re so violent when you get mad, you know that?” you ask, dusting yourself off.

“I’m just giving you proper punishment, is all,” she says as she puts her hat on.

You laugh a little. “Do you always act so childish when you’re mad?”

“For the last time, I’m not being childish!” She fumes even more.

“Okay, whatever you say, princess.”

“Grr... Get to work, I’m leaving!” She leaves before you can say anything.

You sigh heavily as you voice your concern. “I hope she was just joking about sending me back…”

You continue to scrub the shower down while lost in thought. You try thinking about a way to tell Trixie that you want to stay, just in case you really are going to end up being sent home, but nothing comes to mind aside from telling her bluntly.

As you continue to clean while trying to think of a way out of being sent back, you hear Trixie’s voice calling out your name. You look up from what you’re doing when you hear her say your name a second time. You look out from the bathroom, noticing the spare magician’s hat in its usual spot, glowing with a familiar light and a horn sticking out of it, with light blue hair as well.

You leave the bathroom and walk up to the glowing hat, sighing to yourself before speaking. “What?” you ask in a dull voice.

She huffs. “It’s about time you answered! What were you doing?”

“I was cleaning the bathroom like you told me to.” you state in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Oh, right.” was her only answer.

“So what do you want?” you ask.

“I was just bored and wanted to see if you were doing what I asked.”

“Well as you can tell, I’m doing it,” you state plainly.

“Well I can’t see anything you’re doing,”

You facepalm reflexively, trying to keep yourself from laughing at her most-likely unintentional joke. “I mean you have to trust that I’m doing it.”

“So I should trust you? Oh, I feel so much better now.” she says in a sarcastic voice.

“You’re not being cute at all right now,” you say, getting an evil idea while reaching over the hat and patting the exposed section of Trixie’s mane that she’s wearing her hat upon as you feel her flinch slightly at your touch.

“H-hey, don’t do that out of nowhere!”

“Aww, what’s wrong?” you say, running your fingers through her hair.

“Ugh, f-fine I’ll stop bothering you!” Satisfied with her remark, you lift your hand from her hair. However, before she can do anything, you begin to trace a finger up her horn, making her let out a sharp ‘Eep’.

“W-w-w-what are you doing?!” she whispers in a high-pitched, hushed voice.

“Oh, nothing really, I just thought I’d tease you a little. After all, I have to get you back for having to clean up after you.” you state, tracing your finger back down to the base.

“I-I demand you stop this immediately!” she quietly demands.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” you say, stroking her horn gently.

“Ah! Y-You heard me! Take your h-hand off my horn right now, or else!” she seethes.

You barely acknowledge her threat as you tickle her horn with your fingers whimsically. “Hmm, I think I like this; it seems to get a nice reaction from you.”

You hear her moan further as she remains silent for a moment aside from the occasional moans, but you can also hear other things through the portal, such as the sounds of concerned citizens, and the hastened running of hooves on different surfaces. Suddenly, the running stops, and you hear Trixie groan in annoyance before yelling, “That’s it!”

You can feel her grab her hat because the portal moves slightly, but you quickly wrap your hand around her horn and use your fingers to massage its hard, smooth base.

She lets out a cute squeak as she silently pleads with you. “N-n-n-no, st-stop doing th-that! I ca-can’t control my m-magic or remove m-my hat when you’re st-stroking it like th-that!”

“Isn’t that kind of the point?” you note, continuing your tender torture.

You suddenly feel Trixie’s hand grab your arm and pull, though it does nothing to relinquish your grip on her horn. Looking through the portal, you can see Trixie staring up at you with a look of desperation and fear in her eyes, as you can see her other arm go up and out of your field of vision; you can only assume that she’s holding her hat up with the other hand.

You smile deviously at her look of frustration. “Wow, I didn’t think you’d become so desperate with me doing this to you, I’ll have to remember this trick later, just in case.”

“Yo-you will do n-no such thing!” she says, panting a little as you hear the sound of hooves clopping once more.

“What? Don’t tell me it causes you to become short of breath, too... I think I like this little exploit of yours.” you tease, as the horn pokes back through the portal, presumably because she let go of her hat.

“Okay, you’ve had enough fun, l-let go and I-I will let it sl-slide!” she says, as you hear a door shut from the other side of the portal.

“Hm, I don’t think I can take a chance with you. Besides I have no idea where you are right now, you could be right outside and ready to have your revenge,” you claim openly.

“I-I promise you I’m not, I’m in a restroom right now!” she says, noticeably out of breath.

“A restroom? Why there?” you ask, somewhat taken aback by her statement.

“I… I can’t let others see me like this! I can hardly walk straight right now…” You hear her squeal in a mix of panic and something else that you can’t quite figure out.

“Oh, really? I see,” you add curiously.

“Yes, s-so please let my horn go n-now!”

“And what will I get if I listen to you?” you ask, smiling.

“I-I don’t know! Wh-what do you want?!” she lets out a muffled moan.

“Well how about this, I can do one thing, whatever I want, and it goes unpunished, and you have to agree to it when I say so. No complaining, no arguing, nothing.” you state the deal to her.

“W-what? There’s n-no way I’m agreeing to that!” she blurts out.

You use your other hand to fiddle with the tip of her horn. “Well that’s fine, but I’m going to get every last drop of entertainment that I can out of this.”

“N-no wait, I-I’ll… reconsider… Just please…!!” Trixie lets out a muffled squeal, as you hear her start to pant heavily.

You stop moving your hand for a moment. “Trixie, did you just…”

“N-NO! I-I didn’t do what you think! I-I kicked the wall and st-stubbed my hoof!” Trixie yells out, embarrassed.

“Huh, well do we have a deal?” you ask again, ignoring her obvious lie.

“F-fine, you win. I p-promise to let one favor slide no matter what it i-is.” she says, breathing heavily again.

“Good girl, now was that so hard?” you ask, satisfied that you just gained an advantage over her.

She growls at you angrily. “D-don’t push yo-your luck, jerk…”

“Hey, I have to fight with you tooth and nail to even have a chance against you, so don’t blame me,” you say in your defense.

“I-I wasn’t referring to… Never mind, just let go of my horn, you perverted mutt!” she yells.

“Okay, okay I will,” you let it go and retract your arm out of the hat.

She picks up her hat, moving it so she can look through it, staring at you furiously. “D-don’t ever do that to me again!” she yells at you before turning off the spell.

“Maybe I did do something bad?” You shrug it off.

“Meh, it was worth it. Besides, now I’ve got a way to stop her from sending me back home, just in case she really was serious earlier…” you mentally note before heading back into the bathroom to finish cleaning it.

~*~*~

Where is she? Its been an hour since she last spoke. You think to yourself as you toss the spare magician’s hat in the air whimsically, while you lay comfortably on the couch.

Maybe she’s too afraid to come back? You begin to worry.

Suddenly the door opens as Trixie slowly walks into the caravan, while you take the moment to welcome her back. “Hey, I was just wondering when you’d get back.”

She sighs heavily. “Please, at least give me a little time to relax before you do anything…” she whines.

“Who said I was going to do anything right now?” you say, putting her hat down.

“But I thought…?” She looks at you in confusion as she approaches you.

“Hey, I’m just going to use it at the right time.”

“T-then what did you want me to do that would make you do that to me?” she asks hesitantly.

“That’s a secret,” you say, smiling at her.

“Why you…!” She grumbles, stomping away angrily. “F-Fine, I don’t care anyway.” she declares without turning around.

“Sure you don’t…” you remark, before changing your tone. “Well anyway, Trixie,” you call out to her in order to get her attention.

“Hm?” She turns around at the sound of her name, staring at you curiously.

“Well, it’s just... I’m kinda bored, so do you wanna go scope out the competition grounds?” you ask, gaining a look of shock from Trixie in response.

“Wait, you actually want to go? But I was just there a little while ago and there wasn’t anything there.” she states, immediately looking off towards the direction of the stage area.

You look at her curiously. “Hey, what's wrong?”

She snaps out of her thoughts. “Oh, uh, n-nothing really.

“If you say so,” you simply shrug it off.

“A-anyway, are you really sure you want to go?” she asks you.

“Well, it’s not like we have much else to do, right?”

“I guess you’ve got a point,” Trixie looks away from you, seeming to consider something before turning back in your direction. “Alright, but first let me change, I don’t want to go out like this,” she states.

“Fine, but hurry up!” you demand, hoping she won’t take as long as she usually does when it comes to changing.

“Hmph! I can go at whatever pace I want!” She huffs and quickly moves towards her room.

Surprisingly, it doesn’t take Trixie long to get ready, as only a few minutes go by before she opens her bedroom door, shutting it behind her as she walks out. She’s wearing a dark blue shirt with light blue pants. The shirt hugs against her breasts tightly, making it rather difficult to keep your stare from wavering as you desperately try to hold eye contact.

“What are you looking at?” she questions, looking at you in confusion upon noticing the rather prominent blush on your cheeks.

“Uh, n-nothing at all! S-so we’re ready to go, now?” you ask, trying your best to remain looking her in the eyes.

“Yeah, lets go...” she adds before walking towards the door.

“Alright then,” You hop off the couch, breathing a sigh of relief as you follow Trixie out the door.

Trixie walks beside you as you both head for the competition grounds. Trixie seems to be a little more tense than usual, made stranger by the fact that she didn’t seem to even care about trying to hide her reluctance.

You decide to ignore it for now as you both reach your destination. You’ve each noticed a fair few participants that are already either practicing or otherwise showcasing their skills. One in particular catches your attention rather quickly.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” you remark, looking over at one of the stallions in the distance.

“What’s wrong?” Trixie asks.

“It’s him, that annoying stallion from the other day! I can recognize that outfit anywhere…” you state, pointing him out for Trixie to see.

A few mares and a couple of stallions surround him as he performs a few tricks for a rather sizable crowd. Both you and Trixie move towards his performance area, curious to see how good he really is.

The flashy stallion was hand-picking a couple of the mares in the crowd and asking them to join him on-stage, taking their hands into his own and helping them on stage. He asks both of them to stand on the opposite sides of the stage and face away from each other. He then starts to concentrate on both of them as his horn starts to glow tremendously. The two mares suddenly disappear in a flash of light before reappearing on opposite sides of the stage, facing each other.

“Wow, that’s not too bad.” you say as you watch the two mares look at one another, shocked.

You lean in so your voice doesn’t carry and give away you or Trixie. “You’ve got something that can beat that I’m sure, right?” you ask.

“S-sure I d-do…” Trixie stammers.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not at all!” She straightens her posture, trying to look confident in the process.

You shrug your concern away and continue watching as the stallion performs several other tricks, each one seemingly more complicated than the one before it. As you watch, you glance back over at Trixie, seeing her become noticeably even more tense at the sight of the tricks being performed, making you start feeling more concern for her as the stallion’s show continues.

After a multitude of different tricks, he calls to the now-massive crowd to remain silent so that he may not allow his focus to slip. The next trick he looks to perform requires only one audience member, and after picking another mare from the crowd, he speaks out to the rest of the onlookers. He explains that he’ll be levitating the mare, while at the same time using hats to send swords through her body, yet leaving her unscathed.

The stallion’s voice becomes deeper as he speaks. "Should my focus be allowed to wane in even the slightest manner... I may end up slicing right into her!”

The crowd gasps as he starts making her hover in the air, while she makes a cross-formation with her body by stretching her arms out. He places six hats on her, three hats on her front and three on her back, lining them up with each other on their respective sides.

He then takes it a step further by picking up three swords at once with his magic and aiming them at different hats. The tension makes for quite the show as the audience gasps and looks onward, waiting to see what happens. The three swords shoot forward, each one piercing through a different hat at the same time, as well as through the mare, coming out from the other hats.

The crowd cheers as the swords are pulled out and she is placed down completely unharmed. Even you were a little impressed by the trick. “Well, I guess it wasn’t too bad of a trick, but I’m sure you’ll-” You turn to see that Trixie’s running away from the performance grounds, having already run a good distance away from you.

“H-hey, Trixie what’s wrong?!” you shout as you take off after her. You manage to keep up with her, and although you’re still far behind her, you continue running to try to catch up as you watch her run towards the caravan and head inside.

You eventually make it to the caravan as well, completely out of breath. As you take a moment to catch your breath, you step inside and look around, noticing that Trixie’s door is slightly open. You slowly walk towards it when all of a sudden; the caravan starts to take off, causing you to stumble and nearly fall down from the sudden shift in balance. You catch yourself, hurry to her room, and find her sitting on her bed, facing away from the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you ask, looking at Trixie in confusion.

“N-nothing, we’re leaving!” she shouts, letting out a stifled sniffle.

“What do you mean? I don’t understand, I thought you wanted to compete no matter what it took!” you declare, noticing the caravan speeding up by how often it’s shaking.

“I-I’ll never compete in that stupid tournament! I couldn’t possibly win, even against that lame stallion! I’ve got nothing... no tricks that could match that level of control...”

“What are you talking about? You’ve managed to do just fine up until now,”

Though, if we leave now, I won’t get sent back to my world… and if that happens, I can tell Trixie that I… You pause while thinking to yourself momentarily, smirking at the notion of what this development can provide for you.

“I-I wanted to win so badly, it’s been my dream to completely succeed and become the greatest magician in all of Equestria,” Trixie rants on in a depressing tone, sniffling and letting out occasional, brief sobs that she attempts to stifle with little success.

What the hell am I thinking? If she doesn’t go into this competition and win, or at least try, she’ll regret and torture herself over it… If she’ll be happy with being the best, I should be helping her to do what it takes for her to be happy. Otherwise I’m just forcing her to give up her dreams for me. Besides, she wants to send me back, anyway… You mentally steel yourself for what you’re about to do.

“Trixie, when will it be your time to perform?” you ask, waiting for her response.

“It doesn’t matter I said! I’m not going!” she yells again.

“Trixie, will you stop being so stubborn!?” you snap back.

“Shut up, I said no!” she shouts again.

You grit your teeth, glaring at her as you slam your hand against the wall of the caravan, startling her. “Will you just answer!?”

“AH! U-um, an hour… I would’ve been on in about an hour, m-maybe two…” she stammers, looking at you in surprise.

“Good, we have plenty of time, then. Please stop the caravan so we can head back,” you ask in a displeased tone, calming down slightly at the prospect of her listening to you.

“What!? I... I said I’m not going!” she states, defyingly.

“Would you quit being so thick-skulled and just stop the caravan?!” you say, raising your voice as you step closer to her.

“Y-You can’t make me!” she shouts.

“I said stop the caravan!” you say in a deep, stern voice as you glare at her, no longer raising your voice at her as you realize how shouting at her isn’t getting anywhere.

She gasps, murmuring to herself for a moment before sighing, slowly giving up her fight against you. You can feel her slowly stopping the caravan as she remains looking up from her spot on her bed. “W-what is... wh... Why are you angry at me?” she asks, wiping her eyes.

You pause and think about how to answer her. I need to help her relax... I know, I’ll give her a full-body massage to take her mind off things. Might as well get something out of this, after all; this’ll be the last thing I’ll ever do for her before I become her grand finale either way… You can feel a small pain in your throat from the knowledge that you’ll have to leave Trixie.

“Remember how you owed me one thing that you have to do no matter what I say? Well I know what I want to do with it.” you finally say.

She looks at you in surprise, backing herself up on her bed slightly as she’s taken aback by the sudden topic shift. “W-what?”

“You heard me. Now, I want you to get the massage table out, strip, and lay down on it.” you say in a calm and steady voice.

Trixie blushes at your bold request. “W-what are you talking about, you pervert!? There’s no way I’ll do that!”

“Trixie, I’m not asking, I’m telling you to do it. I’ll leave the room, so let me know when you’re ready for me.” You turn and leave before she can complain, closing the door behind you.

As you wait, you remember some of her soothing oils she keeps in the bathroom and immediately go and grab one of her favorites.

A few more minutes pass, until you finally hear her voice calling for you to enter. You walk in and notice that Trixie did what you asked, as she lies face-down on the massage table, completely naked aside from a single towel covering her lower region.

With her arms crossed underneath her, she peeks over her shoulder, the uneasiness in her eyes accompanied by what looks like curiosity. “W-why do I have to do this? I-I don’t want to go to the magic show, and this is completely-” You cut her off before she can finish.

“Trixie, you aren’t allowed to complain or argue at all, remember?” you say, walking up next to her.

“I… fine, you win.” She lowers her head and closes her eyes, as you hear her sniffle lightly.

You let out a sigh of dismay, reminding yourself this wasn’t for your enjoyment, though her sighs certainly don’t help to cause you to believe otherwise. This all will be for her: The massage, the performance, the finale, all of it. As much as you want to stay with her, you know that living with her being depressed or regretful wouldn’t be right to her. You open the bottle of scented massage oil, pour it on your hands, and rub them together vigorously before placing them on her shoulders, kneading her muscles firmly. She grunts a little from the noticeable pressure being applied, but soon sighs as the tension slowly begins to leave her shoulder muscles.

“Trixie, want to know something?” you ask, still massaging her shoulders.

“Wh-nngh...W-what?” she asks weakly, taking a moment to try turning her head before realizing that the act of you massaging her shoulders is making it impossible for her to do so.

“I’ve always admired you…” you claim openly.

“H-How could you admire a m...mare that can’t even perform a simple tr-transformation spell…” she asks, struggling to speak through the massage.

“Easy, your stubbornness and tenacity towards your goals and how much you strive for them has always made me want to cheer you on… for a while now, and even back when I first met you. Watching you use magic the way you do, and seeing you perform tricks that I thought were impossible... I was blown away by how amazing you were. You know, I still am, sometimes.”

“I... Y...” Trixie’s left speechless, as you can feel her tense up significantly, as if she’s fighting to hold something back.

“You know, you’re also a pretty strong individual.” you declare, moving to her lower back and applying steady pressure to her sides, carefully trying to find the proper balance of force to apply to her.

“That’s a lie, l-ah... look at me, s-sniveling and trying to run from everything, I’m just a c... coward…” she says, her voice muffled by her arm.

“A coward? No, that’s not the Trixie I know. The Trixie I know doesn’t even know the meaning of weakness, let alone cowardice,” you retort as you slowly start to work into her lower back, making sure you pay extra attention around her spine.

She remains silent as you talk, though you can hear what sound like a mix of both moans and mutterings as you continue applying gentle pressure to her spine.

“Trixie, I-I also…” You swallow hard before continuing your words, as well as resuming her massage. “I also think you are a truly beautiful and radiant mare. You’re better than any other mare I’ve seen.”

“Y-you don’t have to force yourself to give me false compliments! I know fully well you don’t think of m-me that way…” she adds dejectedly.

You begin working your way back up to her shoulders after adding more massage oil to your hands; you can feel her start to relax under your touch. “That’s where you’re wrong; I’ve just never had the guts to say what I thought of you because I thought it wouldn’t have made much difference. But if it means helping you when you’re like this, I’ll do anything...”

“B-but I… you really think about me like... like that?” she asks timidly, slowly turning as you stop massaging her so that she can look at you for the moment.

“Yes, I do.” you state bluntly.

“Why, why would you even like me after I-” You quickly interrupt her.

“Trixie, I said not to argue with me,” you say, a distinct tone of seriousness in your voice.

Trixie huffs and lets her head fall back on her arms; her tail starting to twitch back and forth as she silently fumes.

“Careful with that tail, I just might use it against you.” you warn, unconsciously smiling.

“Hmph!” She flicks it up, the tip hitting your chin.

You grab her tail and lightly pull on it, making a soft ‘Eep’ escape her lips. She slightly sticks her butt in the air out of reflex, producing an incoherent mumble before falling silent.

You then go back to her massage. By this time, you’ve worked out the kinks in her back and shoulders as you prepare to move on to her hips, just above her butt. She sighs when you rub over the base of her tail. “Does it feel okay?” you ask.

“Y-yes. I-It feels...” She sighs again, clearly focusing more on the pressure you’re applying than what she wants to say.

You place both your thumbs on each side of her tail and start working the muscles roughly at first, but as you slowly massage the area underneath, you lighten your pressure as she continues to relax under your hands. She starts to moan softly as you continue to knead the area above her butt and down her hips. She even starts to sway her hips from side to side, which made ignoring the urge to grab her rump quite difficult.

You apply more massage oil to your hands before continuing, opting to skip over the remainder of her backside and focusing your attention down her right thigh. She lightly gasps at your touch but soon calms down as you go from roughly massaging the muscles, to rubbing them softly. Smiling, you voice another thought of yours that you hadn’t considered in the past. “You have really nice legs, I have to admit…”

She flinches at your sudden compliment. “I-idiot, don’t say stuff like that out of nowhere!” she shouts, burying her head into her arms further as she makes an effort to completely avoid even the slightest chance of making eye contact with you.

“Hey, I can’t help it!” You smile when you hear Trixie let out an adorable whine.

You chuckle a little before remembering what you’re doing. You idiot, remember why you’re doing this. After all, in just a little while you’ll be…

A frown forms on your face as you move slowly down her right leg, to her calf. Trixie sighs again as you relieve the pressure by steadily kneading the muscles in the lower part of her leg before moving down to her ankle. She giggles slightly from your touch for a moment until you apply a steady increase in pressure. You spend a little time on her right ankle before stopping, adding more massaging oil and moving to the left.

“Hey Trixie, how are you feeling so far?” you decide to ask,

“I feel great… not much of a punishment…” she remarks openly.

“Oh? Would you like this to feel more like a punishment?” you say with a smirk as you increase the pressure being applied to the lower half of her leg.

“Y-Y...! N-No, I like this v-very much…” she quickly says with a noticeably nervous stammer, as you hear her gasp slightly before correcting herself.

“That’s good…” Your smile softens a little, as does the pressure you apply to her.

You spend a fair amount of time on her left leg, particularly her thigh as you massage up her leg, as you decide that it’s time to change things up a bit. “Okay, turn around and lay on your back.”

She hums momentarily before seeming to finally realize what you were saying to her. “W-what?! I-I can’t do that! Y-You’d see my…” You can see her blush profusely.

“No complaining, Trixie, just do it.” You grab an extra towel that she didn’t see you bring in, closing your eyes out of courtesy, but not leaving the room this time.

You hear her slowly get up and turn around; she sighs and takes the towel from you before laying back down.

“Okay, I’m ready.” she says, sounding rather displeased in the process.

You open your eyes, seeing that Trixie has done what you asked her to do, including using the towels to cover her breasts, as well as using a separate towel to cover her marehood.

“Good,” You place your hands on her stomach and began caressing her abdominal region. “Your fur is really soft here, I’m surprised.”

She looks away from you and blushes. “I-I just use the right sh-shampoo is all… Have to look m-my best, after all.”

Why is this getting harder to do? It’s nothing but a massage before the show. Then I’ll be sent home. I’ll leave her behind. I’ll… I’ll… never see her again, You pause for a second as your thoughts truly begin to sink in.

“What’s wrong?” she asks when she feels you stop.

“Oh, a-ah, it’s nothing...” you quickly state.

Come on, just focus at the task at hand. Stop being such a selfish jerk! Remember, this is for her. It’s... what she wants. You think to yourself.

Lost in thought, you fail to notice your hands drifting downward towards the area above the pubis, as the towel gets pushed aside by your sliding fingers. Trixie blushes madly as you hear her trying to silence her involuntary moaning. Realizing what you’re doing, you deftly move away and return to massaging her midsection. As the moans subside in frequency, you meet her gaze and quickly look away as she does the same. As you look away, you see something interesting on her dresser: A quill with a finely-feathered tip. You smile and decide to see if Trixie’s back to her normal self, since you can’t take much more tension at this point, regardless. You reach over without her noticing and grab the quill with haste; you then trace it up one of Trixie’s sides slowly, making her begin to giggle steadily.

“W-what are you doing?” she says as she continues giggling.

“I’m just lightening the mood a little, now stay still,” you demand as you continue your torture.

“I-I can’t!” She say, starting to laugh as you start on the other side, causing her to try covering the side you’re assaulting with the feather while she remains pleading for you to stop. “You’ve h-had your fun, now s-sto-o-op!” She reaches for the quill but you pull it just out of her reach.

“Hey now, keep that up and your towels might unravel,” You continue teasing her by dangling the quill in front of her as she sits up as a means of defending herself from your torment.

She growls at you before lunging for your arm and pulling it towards her, causing you to jolt forward before catching your leg on the edge of the table and falling on top of her. You open your eyes and lock your stare with hers, her face mere inches from your own. One of your hands has ended up in-between her breasts as you tried to stop yourself from falling, while one of her own hands found its way onto your chest as well. Trixie’s eyes seem to sparkle a little from the lighting of the caravan, her cheeks developing a deep crimson tint as her eyes hold a mixture of both shock and surprise.

As your stare drifts down from her eyes, you can see her mouth open slightly; her lips look soft and very kissable. The thought runs through your head rampantly.

What would it hurt at this point; it couldn’t make things any worse than they already are, right?

Just do it: Lean in and kiss her. You know you want to. You could feel her heart pounding away in her chest, but you were sure she could feel yours doing the same, as the pace of your heartbeats increase with every second.

Hurry, kiss her…

Kiss her…

KISS HER!

You sigh to yourself, feeling her breath caress your cheeks briefly, before you slowly sit up, looking down to her. “You ready to go back and win?”

She hesitates for a moment before speaking. “I... O-Of course I am.”

“That’s the Trixie I know…” You smile and turn to leave so that she can get dressed, as you can wash your hands and change as well.

You quickly wash your hands of the remains of the massage oil, before changing into the jester suit she bought for you. Kinda fits the way I’m feeling right now… This is it...

Trixie soon exits, fully dressed and ready to go. “Are you ready?” she asks.

“Yes, now then, let’s go take this competition by storm!” You smile broadly as you adjust your jester hat appropriately; you don’t want to show her an ounce of the pain or sadness you’re feeling in your heart right now.

“Good,” she walks up to you, sidling next to you as she tickles your legs with her tail. “I’ll get you back for that last part, you know that, right?”

You chuckle slightly. “I’m sure you will…” you say as you both leave and head straight for the magic show, and the last show you’ll ever perform with her.

~*~*~

You both make it back with just a few minutes to spare. As you get ready, the only thing on your mind is staying calm as you make sure everything goes smoothly and you’re ready to give it your all for Trixie. Looking over at her, you still notice that she’s nervous, but clearly determined; you smile at her attitude and start to think about how strong-willed she is. It helps you to calm down as you’re slowly forced to come to terms with what’s about to happen. She looks over at you and smiles; her way of telling you that she’s ready to go.

“Just remember, even if the first part of your performance isn’t up to par, you’ve still got an ace up your sleeve,” you state, smiling as she nods in agreement.

“I know, but I’m sure we’ll do fine since I’m here.” she boasts openly, delivering a coy smirk as she exudes her natural aura of confidence.

“Glad you’re back to your normal self,” you say to her with a smile.

The stage performance in front of you comes to an end and workers start clearing off props and other various objects from the stage as you and Trixie prepare yourselves.

“Just remember, you have to come on stage after the signal, and don’t forget to react for the crowd,” she says, reminding you to have enthusiasm when you enter on stage.

You nod knowingly. “I got it, don’t worry. Just focus on your magic and this will work out fine, I’m sure.”

The announcer pops up on the loudspeaker, getting the crowd ready and announcing the next performer: The Great and Powerful Trixie.

Trixie sighs heavily as the announcer gives the stage to her. Her horn glows and she appears upon the stage in a burst of magic and fanfare, loud and confident like you would expect. She starts with a simple trick before flowing seamlessly into more difficult tricks, one involving her juggling flaming rings with her horns. Some of the crowd claps while others look on, unamused. She soon calls on you for assistance as it hits the second stage of her routine. You immediately get to work, setting up props while Trixie explains the next trick, of course, it is your least favorite since you hate being chopped into pieces, but you began to get used to it a while ago.

Even though she’s giving her all, the critical crowd only finds a few of your magic tricks worthy of even polite applause, and you can tell it’s making her confidence waver. You glance over at her; she looks back at you, unsure of what to do.

You lean in to whisper to her. “I think we need to go for the finale; all or nothing,” you whisper to her, uncaring of what it implies.

“I’m not sure if-” She stops whispering when you walk before the crowd.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie, with her absolute focus, will now cast a difficult and dangerous spell to shock and amaze you! Prepare to be struck with awe at a true, interstellar transportation spell, the likes of which the world has never seen!”

The crowd looks at you in shock and amazement, but no more than Trixie herself. “What are you doing?! I-I was never going to use that trick! I-I was just upset at you when I said it!” she hurriedly whispers to you in a panic.

What? But I… forget it, the magicians code to never back away from an announced trick will have to take effect regardless, You think to yourself, struggling to stick to the plan.

You smile at her. “It’s fine, Trixie. It’s more than likely, you’ll get high marks for the difficulty alone, right?”

“But I…”

“Just do it before they get suspicious! You want to win don’t you?” you ask.

“I-I do!” she states.

“Then win…”

Trixie begins to concentrate as her horn starts to glow brightly, almost making it hard to look at her. A blast of magic shoots from her horn, and starts encircling you before hitting the ground below you, making a pillar of light shoot up just past your head. As it fluctuates, an effect of distortion appears around you, making everything around you shift and twist as reality looks to be bending and breaking from where you’re standing.

The crowd stares in awe but you don’t care about that right now. You look over at Trixie who’s staring blankly at you, as if she’s not paying any attention to the trick itself. You smile gently at the thought that you might have helped her achieve her dream, before speaking. “Hey, Trixie…”

She snaps out of her train of thought when you say her name. “I had a lot of fun with you these past couple of months. I’ll miss you…”

“W-why? Why did yo-you make me…” she stutters.

“I wouldn’t have done this if I thought you could be happy with anything other than winning. As long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy,” You force yourself to keep smiling at her.

Her eyes widen upon hearing your words. “N-no, please don’t… I-I...” she mutters as your words start to sink in, causing her to begin shedding tears.

You silently stare at her for a moment before you decide to give her something. “Hey Trixie, catch.” You grab the jester hat on your head and toss it to her, she catches it and looks at it, then back at you with a look of confusion and shock in her eyes.

“Something to remember me by; I always thought it was kind of stupid to wear it, but I know you liked it so I wore it anyway. I hope it brings you luck,” You look at your feet as the pillar of light and distortion starts to bend and shift wildly as sparks and bolts of electricity surround it.

This is it… The end for me being with her… Your heart sinks as you lock eyes with Trixie.

You smile proudly as you stare at her, doing everything you can to not to let her in on how you’re really feeling. “No matter what, just be happy with whatever you do, be happy for me,” You look towards the crowd of astonished onlookers and bow deeply, “Behold the incredible magic of the one and only, “The Great and Powerful Trixie”!” you announce before fading away into darkness. The last thing you see as you turn back to face Trixie, is her hand reaching out, unable to reach you as you can only hope that she’ll get the win you know she deserves.

I'll Never Leave You

Darkness is all that surrounds your body and mind. You can’t feel, smell, see or hear anything. It’s as though you don’t even have a body. I remember this... just like when I first arrived. I was sucked into a portal. I wonder what’ll happen... what’ll my world look like? Will it change? Will everyone I know be gone? Maybe it’ll be like time stopped when I left? Question after question entered your mind, as your focus shifts from the future, to the decision you just made.

I don’t want to go back... Did I make the right choice? Will she be alright without me? You go over every question while you wait for this to be over as your thoughts drift towards Trixie’s future.

I wonder if she’ll miss me, I hope she was able to win and be happy. That’s all I want for her, even if it means I can’t be happy with her. You can feel a sudden pain in your throat as you hold back a couple of tears from the darkness that surrounds you.

I really wish I could stay with her, I wanted to be with her so bad, but… it’s too late, now. I’ll never see her again… I wish I took the chance to tell her how I truly feel about her, though it would’ve just made it even harder on both of us... Well, at least I can say it now… You take a moment to truly visualize Trixie in all her glory, not wanting your thoughts to be lost to the darkness.

I love you, Trixie… All of a sudden, you can feel yourself being pulled out of the darkness. Random flashes of light hit your eyes as another entrance opens up.

“This is it!” you yell out as you feel yourself being tossed out of the darkness and onto the hard ground with a loud ‘Thud!’.

“O-ow… I forgot about that part…” You moan as you lay on the ground in pain.

“So, I guess… I’m home… Do I even want to look up?” you question yourself aloud.

You decide to brave it and open your eyes, taking a look at your surroundings. It’s dark out, but you can see buildings and other things that look familiar. Wait, why does everything around me look so familiar? You examine yourself as you slowly get to your feet.

You turn around and nearly stumble backwards in surprise. “I-it’s the tavern Trixie and I visited.”

“Am... am I back in Equestria…?” You gaze up; the moon is as large as ever and hovering directly overhead.

“I-I can’t believe it…” You continue to stare at the full moon as questions run through your head over and over, the biggest one being if this is all some kind of dream.

“What time was it when I left? I-If I remember correctly, the moon was just coming out. So if this is real, I must’ve been gone for at least a few hours… or a few days...” Then it hits you.

“What if she left by now? If this isn’t a dream… I’ve got to find her. Please, still be around!” You take off running at a mad dash to where you hope Trixie still resides.

You can feel your lungs burning as you run towards her caravan. However, you can’t afford to stop; if she isn’t there, then you don’t know how you’d possibly find her. You couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing her again. Now that you were back, the only thing on your mind was simply to find her.

After about ten minutes of nonstop running, you finally find it: Trixie’s caravan. You run up towards it, completely out of breath, your heart pounding in your chest. Slowly, you reach for the doorknob and grab it. As you turn it, you notice it’s locked.

You suddenly hear Trixie from inside the caravan. “G-Go away, I don’t want to be bothered right now!” she yells.

“She’s home…” you whisper to yourself. You remember having a key to her home that she gave you a while back, tucked into your jester outfit; you take a moment to search the inside of your clothes before finding it. You unlock the door, slowly open it, and step inside. As you do, your breathing finally finds a steady rhythm as you make your way into the darkness of the caravan.

Shutting the door behind you and locking it quietly, you start to head inside. It was dark in the caravan, save for the sole light source coming from the bottom of the door to Trixie’s room and dull moonlight coming from the window. As you wander through the darkness, you kick something on the floor. You pause and bend down as you pick it up, seeing some of the light from below the door reflect off of its plating.

What’s this? I don’t think Trixie had this before we left, and whatever it is, it’s in two pieces, You think to yourself.

The moonlight shining through the window reveals the identity of the strange objects. “It’s… a trophy. Wait, why was it left on the floor... and why is it broken?” you softly ask yourself.

You decide to place the pieces on the nearby table and walk towards Trixie’s door. You start to become nervous since you have no idea what she’ll do when she sees you, not to mention how unusual this all feels, even now. You wonder if she’ll be happy to see you, or if she’ll want you to simply disappear. You take a deep breath as you grab her door handle and turn it. As the door swings open, you’re immediately hit in the face with something soft, but it was thrown with so much force, it makes you stumble back slightly.

“How dare you break into my ca...ra...van...” Trixie’s voice trails off as you step into the light of her room.

You look up and lock eyes with Trixie as she covers herself up, looking at you in pure confusion and shock. Her blanket slowly drops; she sits on her bed, topless as her arms slowly lower as she pushes off her bed as a means of standing up.

You blush a little and avert your eyes, but she doesn’t even try to cover herself, instead choosing to slowly walk towards you. She’s wearing the green panties you accidently found the other day as your stare slowly lifts back up to her eyes. As she stops in front of you she slowly reaches her hand out towards you. You do the same, desperate to affirm if this is a dream or not. Your hand touches her soft cheek first; the feel of her fur makes you smile. You also notice her hair is damp, most likely from taking a shower. Her hand reaches up to your own cheek as you feel her hand caressing your skin. Trixie starts to sniffle as tears flood her eyes and run down her cheeks.

She yells out your name and tackles you, almost knocking you over but you manage to brace yourself on the wall. She buries her face into your chest and starts sobbing uncontrollably. “I-I’m so sorryyyy!” she wails.

“H-huh?” You can only stare in confusion as tears soak the chest area of your jester outfit.

“I-it was all m-my fault that you disappeared, if… if I were a better magician, I-I could've stopped it…s-stopped you from…” Her words fall short, as they’re masked by her cries.

“Trixie, I don’t…”

“I-I could’ve lost you forever! I’m n-nothing but a pathetic excuse of a magician, a friend, a-a mare...”

“It’s fine, I-I’m back now, I don’t know how, but I’m back!” you shout, trying your best to cheer her up.

“Thank Celestia I was stupid enough to get the spell wrong. That’s the only reason you’re back! It has to be!” She continues to ramble on.

“Trixie, stop calling yourself stupid, you’re not!” You plead with her.

“I-I’m sorry, but I don’t deserve any title above that… I do-don’t deserve to be h-happy!” She tightens her grip on your shirt.

Your heart begins to sink into your chest; you’re completely confused as to why she’s so hysterical over having sent you through the portal. You assumed she’d be saddened, but not like this. You start to feel like you did something very wrong by coming back, but decide to try changing the subject for the moment. “T-Trixie, why’s that trophy broken in the living room?”

“…” She remains silent.

“Trixie?”

“I… I threw it as hard as I could against the ground and it broke…” she reluctantly admits.

“But why would you do that? I thought that’s what you wanted more than anything!” you ask, confused.

“It was… until…” she trails off.

“Until... what?” you ask, stepping closer.

“Until I realized it wasn’t what I wanted most…” she states, hanging her head in shame.

You look at her in surprise. “Then what is it?”

“… Y-you’re really here… right? I-I’m not dreaming, right?!” she questions, her voice trembling as she slowly looks up at you.

“Of course I’m here, unless we’re both dreaming, but that doesn’t answer my question,” you claim, moving your hand to lift her chin up slightly to lock eyes with her, before hugging her again.

“You… It’s always been you…” She buries her face into your chest again as your heart skips a beat.

You stare at her in shock, you weren't quite expecting her to answer you like that. “I... I don’t...”

She continues, ignoring your attempt at speaking to her. “But, do I deserve it… Do I really deserve you after the way I’ve treated you?!” She begins to cry again as a steady stream of tears run down her cheeks. “I-I even went so far as to tell you I would just throw you out like trash. I was being so selfish, just like you’ve always told me I was!”

You can’t help but feel a deep sadness come over you as you hear her berate herself so steadily. “Trixie, why are you so upset? What happened after I left that made you…?” You decide that you need to figure out what happened after the magic show.

“A-after I sent you away, I ended up winning…” she states with minimal enthusiasm.

“But, isn’t that a good thing?” you ask, looking at her in confusion.

“No! I didn’t want to send you away, but I just went with it without thinking! I didn’t even realize why you were doing it until after I performed the spell!” she starts ranting.

You don’t have anything to respond with; you know she’s not done yet, so all you can do is rub your hand through her mane as she whimpers slightly before continuing.

“I… couldn’t even keep the one thing I cared about the most at my side, instead I sent you away, just so I could win some stupid magic show!” She starts to grip your outfit even tighter.

“Trixie, it was my ide-” She cuts you off before you can finish.

“I don’t care! I could’ve just let myself lose, walked away, or even done what I’d planned on doing! Anything would’ve been better than just mindlessly following through. When you disappeared in front of me, it took everything I had just to hold it together for the rest of the competition; I couldn’t get your face out of my head… Th-That stupid smile you had on your face, telling me to be happy, all of it made me want to burst into tears and leave, but even then, I only held on because of you. Because of what you said to me…”

She lets go of your shirt, backing away as she continues. “I…” She struggles to continue looking at you as she tries keeping a steady tone of voice. “… I’m sorry… for everything I’ve done to you. I understand if you hate me or if you want to leave. I’ll… I’ll never deserve your kindness…” She closes her eyes and turns around.

You look ahead, a new feeling of determination in your eyes as you walk towards Trixie. “You’re wrong,” you state before wrapping your arms around her tightly.

She gasps and looks up at you in shock. “W-why? Why are you…?”

“Because, I can’t stand it anymore… Seeing you like this… It’s tearing me up inside!” You squeeze her tighter as you hear her whimper slightly before returning your embrace.

Her lower lip quivers as she bites down on it. “You’re the only one who’s ever tried to become close to me… T-The only one who’s ever dealt with my stubbornness… The only one to fight with me, joke around with me, tease me, comfort me… and be my friend,” She looks up at you, her eyes begging for more comfort as you rub your fingers gingerly through her scalp and hair.

She leans her head back into your touch, begging for more as she asks another question. “Wh-Why do you still want to be next to me even after I make you do things against your will? Why do you do things you shouldn’t have to do by yourself, like cleaning up my home?” Her eyes drift downward as you can see her depression taking over again.

“Because I…” You trail off.

“Like the bathroom, I made you clean it, even though it wasn’t your fault it was messy,” she admits. “It was me who made it dirty… not you, and yet you still cleaned it for me,” She hugs you back, just as tight as before, if not slightly tighter.

“Yeah, I can’t argue with you there, it’s a pain to do everything you order me to do…” you admit.

Trixie loosens her grip on you as she looks down and away, unable to meet your stare. “Anyone would find it wrong… I’m such a horrible-”

“I do it for a reason, you know,” you say, cutting her off.

“But why? Why not just yell at me? I-I deserve it…”

“I love you,” you finally blurt out.

Her head shoots up as she locks eyes with you. “W-what?”

“I said I love you, Trixie,” You smile to try and hide your nervousness.

“You… love me?” she asks, as if she was making sure she heard you correctly.

“That’s what I said,” Your smile widens.

Her head drops slightly, her hair covering her eyes. You watch as a quivering smile slowly spreads across her face. “I… I…” She can’t seem to find the right words to say as she chokes back sob after sob, visibly struggling to maintain her composure.

You display a smirk of comfort as you hold her close. “You don’t have to say anything, I just felt I should tell you, and I don’t want to-” You pause when she starts to pull away from you.

“I-I’m sorry if I…” You veer off when you can’t find the right words to say.

“You… idiot!” she finally yells out.

“H-huh?!” You look at her in shock.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that from the beginning and save me the trouble of worrying about everything!” She buries her face into your chest again and starts to hit you in the shoulder, but not nearly hard enough for it to hurt. “You idiot, idiot, idiot, IDIOT!” she yells repeatedly while pounding on your shoulder, as her hits become increasingly weaker in force due to her own exhaustion.

You let her blow off steam while still embracing her for a few moments. “I’m sorry. If I just told you right when I finally realized, I could’ve saved us both from this mess. I was just worried about how you’d take it… I-If we could still be friends…” You can’t help but feel anxious.

“You’re right, I… I don’t want to be your friend anymore…” she says, not looking at you.

Your smile disappears and you start to feel your heart sink at her words. “Oh.”

“I… I want…” she looks up at you, a blush spreading across her face. “I want to be… more…”

Your heart skips a beat when she finishes. “Trixie… Please don’t joke about something like that.”

Trixie looks up at you in shock. “I wasn’t joking, you idiot! What made you think I was!?” she shouts angrily.

The blush on her cheeks tells you that she’s serious, but you can’t help but try changing the subject. “Th-Then why did you pause like that?! You almost made me have a heart attack!” you add, blushing madly.

“Hmph! That was your punishment for not coming out and telling me how you really felt in the first place.” she states.

“You still haven’t either!” you retort.

She gives you an annoyed expression before quickly changing it to an endearing smile. “Oh? Well… How about I show you my feelings, then…?” Her arms start to snake their way up your chest and around your neck before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You follow her lead and do the same, placing your hands just above her hips as you pull her towards you, hearing her tail swish back and forth in the quiet room.

“Mmph,” she moans softly into your lips, holding onto your neck to hold her advantage over you. She lightly licks the bottom of your lip, silently asking for entry.

You part your lips, allowing her to invade your mouth, as your tongues clash, fighting for supremacy. After a few moments of resisting, you allow her to take over, softly caressing her tongue as she explores your mouth. Your eyes are open, half-lidded and staring deep into hers, though you notice that she seems to be somewhat distracted in her stare.

Trixie suddenly pulls away, making you look at her puzzlingly. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

Her distracted expression momentarily shifts to a look of concern for you. “No, there’s just something I’d like to know first.” she states as she relaxes her hands around your neck.

“What’s that?” you ask, confused by the sudden interruption.

“It’s just that… I don’t know how you got back here. I mean, the spell should’ve sent you home, I did say ‘home’, I’m sure of it. You should have been sent back to your world… I don’t think I messed it up, but if you’re here, then I must’ve messed up,” She continues wondering what could’ve went wrong, trying to think of any rational answer.

You smile at her. “Trixie, I don’t think you messed up; the spell worked perfectly.”

“How?” she questions.

“You wanted to send me ‘home’? Well, My ‘home’ isn’t in my world anymore,” you state, placing your hands on the small of her back to bring her close.

She lets out an involuntary whimper before answering. “Where is it, then?” She looks at you in confusion.

“When I think of ‘home’, I think of my time with you, Trixie,” you stare into her dark violet eyes as your hand wanders up her back and mane, gently cupping and stroking the back of her ear.

She blushes as tears well up in the corners of her eyes. “I-I’m your… home?”

You squeeze her gently. “Yes. I’m happy here, Trixie. I can’t imagine being anywhere other than with you. It’s not where I was born or raised, but it’s where I want to be, and that’s where my home is.”

She lets a few tears fall before kissing you tenderly, albeit briefly, on the lips. “I-I think I’d prefer to sit down, wouldn’t you?” she asks, tugging on the shirt of your outfit needingly.

“Uhm sure, if you want to…” Your face produces a profound blush as Trixie giggles at the sound of your attempt at sounding uncaring.

Trixie grabs your arm gently, leading you to the side of her bed. She pushes you onto her bed, as you rest your head against the wall of her room, while she sits in your lap before laying over your chest as her hooves dangle off the edge of her mattress. Getting comfortable, she looks up at you with an alluring gaze. “Isn’t this better?”

“Much better,” You smile, wrapping your arms around her waist and letting her use you for support as you start to kiss her once more.

Taking the chance to dominate her tongue and mouth, you force hers to submit as you begin exploring every nook and cranny your tongue can reach. She sighs pleasantly in your mouth, enjoying the treatment you’re giving her as you place a hand on her backside, lifting her up as you coil her tail around your fingers.

As she moans cutely into the kiss, she suddenly stops again, panting a little. “Y-You can do more to me, if you want…”

Your blush deepens. “Um, w-well…”

“Oh come on, you’ve never thought about caressing my body?” She leans back in and kisses you feverishly.

You gulp aloud. “Uh, well I...” You avert your eyes from hers, blushing in response to her teasing.

She chuckles a little before speaking. “That’s what I thought,” She smiles seductively when you place a hand on her exposed stomach.

You allow your hand to slowly slide up her body, the feeling of her soft fur against your hand reminds you that she didn’t have anything on except for the green panties. You hesitate when your hand bumps into her exposed breasts as your hand freezes in place before slowly inching away nervously. Suddenly, you feel Trixie’s hand grab yours and place it on her left breast, making you squeeze it lightly.

“See? Was that so hard? You’ve had plenty of practice groping me before,” she teases.

You remove your hand from her upon the sudden, unexpected claim. “Th-those times were accidents! Besides, you weren’t t-topless any of those times!” you stutter, making her giggle.

“Feel free to touch anywhere you like, I’m all yours,” She smirks lustfully at you.

You hesitate for a moment, until she dives in for another kiss. You begin unconsciously massaging her breast while battling over tongue-supremacy once more. She starts to let out short, cute moans as you knead her left breast, loving the way she feels under you. Deciding to take it a step further, you move your free hand up through her mane, stopping to gently clasp her horn as you begin stroking it. She lets out a long, pleasing sigh and starts to worm around in your lap, getting lost in the various sensations you’re providing.

She begins moaning consistently, her tail swishing playfully back and forth by your leg. One of her hands tenderly holds the back of your neck, softly caressing it while her other hand rests on your thigh, rubbing against it gently. You open your eyes a little and see that she’s staring right at you; her half-lidded eyes begging you for more.

You begin stroking her horn faster and playing with her nipple, causing her to moan loudly into your mouth, her body squirming around even more. She squeezes your thigh, causing you let out a moan of your own. Without warning, her horn lets out a sudden spark from its tip.

You pull away from the tongue war. “D… Does your horn n-normally do that?” you ask, panting lightly.

“I-It does that wh-when I start to feel a lot of pleasure, a-and you stroking it… feels amazing. Ever since you first touched it I’ve wanted you to do it more.” she says, panting heavily.

You smile nervously. “I guess you’ve gotten your wish granted twice, now…”

She stifles her aroused laughter. “W-When you did that to me in the marketplace, I had to find a restroom because I could hardly walk…”

“Ah, I’m sorry…” you half-apologize, unsure if she’s upset or grateful.

“Oh, don’t be! I came so much that I couldn’t even think straight for a while,” She flicks the bottom of your chin with her tail.

You blush a deep red. “I-I see…”

“How about this time I return the favor, hm?” She lightly pushes you back against the wall some more, forcing you to sit up as she places your hands above your head, leaning in close.

“U-um, are you sure you want to-” She interrupts your concern with a deep, lustful kiss. You suddenly feel something cold and hard clamp lightly around one wrist before quickly clamping around the other. You try to pull them away immediately but find yourself restrained securely. When you look up, you see what looks like handcuffs, chaining your wrists to the wall.

“I thought I’d keep you from moving, so I can do what I want with you,” Trixie sticks her tongue out playfully before looking down, her tongue moving across her lips. “Mmm, I’ve always wanted to use this…” Her horn starts to glow as your clothes disappear in a flash of light.

“Wh-what the-?!” You watch your exposed, unrestrained manhood spring up, hard as ever from Trixie’s grinding against it on your lap.

“It’s bigger than I remember it being,” She blushes a little as she stares at your rock-hard member. Trixie kisses you as she swings one of her legs over and sits on your abdomen, trailing kisses down your neck, lightly nibbling as she goes. As she does this, she begins stroking your manhood with her tail.

You start moaning softly. “Trixie, wh-what about you?”

“I wanna have my fun with you first,” she declares before making her way down your body, kissing, licking, and biting various parts of your chest and stomach. When she reaches her target, she lies on her bed and lightly flicks the tip of your member with her finger playfully.

You flinch a little when she does this. You look down and watch as she stares at your member like a predator eyeing its next meal. Trixie begins tracing up it with her fingers ever-so-lightly, as she looks up at you lustfully. You quietly moan as you watch her tail sway back and forth, her eyes looking back down at your manhood.

“Come on, do you have to tease it like tha-Ahh!” She wraps her lips around the tip of your spire, sucking and licking the crown to silence you. She smiles when you start moaning and watch her work your member. The pleasure makes you want to beg for more, but your hands remain cuffed to the wall. Luckily for you, it seems she doesn’t want to wait as she starts to slide your rod into her mouth. You stifle a loud grunt as she takes more and more of it into her mouth without stopping. Suddenly, she starts to cough and gag a little while pulling away.

“You okay?” you question with concern.

“Y-yeah, sorry, I wanted to see how deep I could make it go…” she assures, coughing some more.

“Heh, you’re more perverted than I thought you were,” you chuckle.

Trixie groans with annoyance as she glares at you for a moment before sighing contently. “Hm, I suppose you’re right… there were even a few times I wanted to try and get you to sleep with me…” She looks away, blushing profusely upon admitting her intentions.

“W-What!?” You stare down at her in disbelief at her sudden revelation.

“Like when we first went to the tavern, I wasn’t really drunk at all you know; I acted the part because I wanted to test you…” she explains.

“B-but how? You drank like seven pints of cider!”

“I only made it look like it; I made it disappear in my mug before drinking it, well, s-some of it,” she blushes more.

“But why’d you test me?”

“I wanted to know what you’d do in that situation. You didn’t take advantage of me, and at first I was a bit disappointed, but when I felt how… distressed you were at the time and how you still wouldn’t do anything to me, it made me happy enough to know I could trust you, at least a little; I faked falling asleep to help you escape,” She finishes the explanation with a whimsical shrug, stroking your member with her hand tenderly.

“Ah, so that time my hand got stuck in the portal, when I accidentally fingered you into cumming; that was a trick as well?” you ask curiously.

She looks at you in surprise, stopping her hand’s movement. “What?!”

You bite your tongue and fall silent. “Dammit...”

“When?” she asks impatiently, staring up at you.

“I-err, well,” you mutter, unable to answer through the pressure of her gaze.

Trixie squeezes your member while staring deep into your eyes, moving her face closer to yours. “Yes?”

“Last... night actually…” you nervously state.

“Wait, so when I woke up and my sheets sheets smelled like…!” She pauses and looks at you, smirking. “You pervert,” she says in a singsong voice, resuming the gentle stroking of your manhood.

“I-I didn’t mean for it to happen. I couldn’t get my hand out of the hat because the spell shut off!” you admit, embarrassed. “It didn’t help matters by having a massive hard-on for half the night…” you state, avoiding eye contact with her as you continue trying to break free of the magically-induced cuffs.

Trixie lets out a concerned moan, before choosing to speak. “Oh? Maybe I can help you feel a little better,” She giggles before licking your tip and sliding it into her mouth, going as deep as she can before starting to bob her head up and down, soaking your member with her saliva.

You begin breathing heavily as she starts to massage your balls, her eyes locked onto yours as you watch her head move up and down on your sensitive spire, adding to the pleasure.

“Trixie, this is unfair to you, at least let me help you out somehow,” you plead.

She lifts her head and sighs. “Why do you want to please me so badly?”

The question throws you off for a moment, but you decide to answer honestly. “Seriously, you have to ask? I want you to feel as good as I do right now, hearing your moans and squeals; it’s intoxicating.” you explain.

Trixie blushes and sits up. “W-well if i-it helps that m-much…” she summons her hat and the one from the living room. “Mmm… I have to admit, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while…” She uses her teleportation spell on them and smiles devilishly as they glow with magic.

“How’re those gonna help?” you ask out of curiosity.

“Wait and see,” she says in a seductive voice.

She places one hat in-between her legs while reaching over and placing the other one on your face, covering it up.

You’re immediately shown a different perspective, you get an up-close view of her butt and moist marehood. You audibly gulp and feel your shaft twitch with excitement in her hand as you take in the smell of her arousal.

“See something you like?” she asks, shaking her butt back and forth slowly.

“Y-yeah…” you state just before she gets back into position, plants her moist folds against your lips, and slides your member hungrily into her mouth.

You flinch a little from your cold shaft getting fed into her hot mouth. You let out a sigh, making Trixie shiver from the sensation, humming impatiently. Chuckling for a moment, you take the hint and lightly lick up her folds, paying extra attention to her swollen button.

She gasps momentarily before letting out long moans that cause your member to vibrate in her mouth, adding to the pleasure. You waste no time by becoming more aggressive in attending to her now-drenched folds. You tongue presses against her crevice as you drag it up and down quickly, causing her to squirm against it.

“Enjoying yourself yet?” you ask before going back to your fun, lightly flicking her bud with your tongue.

“Y-yes, right there, p-please don’t stop!” she demands, as she starts working your shaft harder, making you begin taking short, quick breaths.

You torture her clitoris further by dragging your tongue around it in circles constantly. Trixie stops her activities on your erection and starts to moan loudly, pressing her now dripping-wet marehood harder against your lips as you can feel her pushing the hat roughly against your face.

You smile in your head as you thrust your tongue into her opening, prompting Trixie to gasp loudly as you wiggle it around inside her. She starts to squeal in pleasure more and more as your tongue penetrates deeper and deeper, tasting every inch of her with your oral thrusts. You can feel her grab your thigh almost painfully, trying her best not to pull away from you as she struggles to keep her balance.

“P-p-please, I-I want to cum s-so bad!” she yells out through her loud moans.

You acknowledge her pleas by ramming your tongue back into her opening, her walls squeezing against it as the heat emanating from within feels almost burn-inducing. You pull it out and start roughly torturing her bud repeatedly, not letting up in the slightest as you move forward to nibble gently on her quivering, delectable pearl.

“I-I’m so close!” She lets out one last shriek before a rush of cum pours out of her sopping wet pussy. You try to collect it all, but a lot drains down the side of your mouth. You quickly lap up the rest of her sweet nectar while she returns from her high, while you momentarily feel her rest her head on your chest.

Trixie leans forward and removes the hat over your face. You stare at Trixie as she blushes profoundly, panting heavily while looking back at you with half-lidded eyes. She shuffles closer to you as her hot, wet marehood presses against your erection, making it twitch from the sudden sensation.

“Y-you got lucky is all, I’ll make you cum r-right now,” She repositions herself and places the tip of your member against her folds, her cum leaking down your shaft, making you shiver with anticipation.

“Hey wait, you sure you’re okay with this?” you ask, making sure she really wants to.

“Of course, I have to make it up to you somehow…” she declares before flinching and looking down to your member, her tongue lolling out as she stares at the target of her desire.

“Wait, you’re doing this because you think you’ve got to make something up to me?” you ask, stopping her from moving with your shocked tone as she focuses on your eyes once more.

“W-well after the way I’ve treated you, I… I just want to show you how much you... m-mean to me…” she finally says, looking hurt with her ears folded back.

You look at her, a sad smile on your face “Trixie, I already forgave you. Don’t force yourself to do this out of guilt, it’s not right; I only want you when you’re ready,” you state.

She begins to become teary-eyed. “How can you ignore everything I’ve done to you, w-when you never deserved any of it?” she asks, her eyes clearly reflecting an inability to understand the reason for your forgiveness.

You simply giver her a tender kiss at the base of her horn. “Because I’m so in love with you that I can forget the past.”

“Y-you’re too good for me,” she says, wiping away a tear.

You smile at her. “Hey… come over here.”

Trixie backs up slightly at your request, unsure as to why you asked that of her. “W-what? Wait, why?”

You roll your eyes and use your legs to push her forward, bending your knees to keep her from falling back down as she lets out a cute squeak from the sudden force. Leaning close, you kiss her on the lips, making her eyes shoot open in shock. “Please don’t insult yourself. To me, I’m not good enough for you, but you still want to be with me, anyway. That’s why I’d happily give myself to you, but only when you’re ready to move forward. If you’re happy, then I’m happy. Right now, I’m happy just being with you, Trixie.” You finish explaining and watch as Trixie chokes on a couple of sobs before wiping more tears away.

“I’m so happy you’re with me, if I didn’t have you I don’t know what would’ve happened. I… I don’t want to lose you again!” She lunges forward to hug you tightly.

You nuzzle your cheek on her neck gently, whispering into her ear. “I’m here to stay, I promise,” With that, Trixie uses her magic to uncuff you, allowing you to slide yourself back up against the wall properly before returning the embrace.

Trixie crawls up to you, straddling your hips before wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing you passionately. “I… I want you to be my first… a-and my only.” Trixie then places her opening on the tip of your hardened shaft as you balance her with your hands, placed tenderly on her hips. In one quick motion, she spears herself on your member, letting out a yelp of pain as she closes her eyes tightly.

You quickly lean in, wiping some newly-formed tears from her eyes as she slowly looks up at you. You lightly kiss her lips, moving down her neck while placing your hands on her sides to hold her upright, as you whisper to her assuredly. “Take your time adjusting, I can wait.”

She opens her eyes and smiles at you. “T-thank you…” She takes a few deep breaths and leans into your tender, loving kisses, before slowly starting to move up and down your shaft.

Her squeals of pain slowly become groans of discomfort, before changing to moans of pleasure as her pain subsides. “S-Sorry if I worried you…”

“It’s okay,” you tell her. Her tight marehood continues to squeeze your shaft as she builds up to a steady pace while you stroke her ears with both hands.

You begin moaning louder as her pace picks up yet again. She look into your eyes, pleading for more as she feeds your full length into her opening. “Ah! P-Please don’t hold back,” she asks, resting her head on your shoulder as you hold her close with one hand by placing it by her tail, gingerly combing your fingers of your other hand through her mane.

“B-but what if I accidently…” you pause, trying to think of the proper words to say.

She almost immediately picks up on what you’re worried about. “Mares only have the chance of getting pregnant a couple of times a year,” she states.

“G-Granted, I’m a different species from you,” you add, lightly bucking up against her as she yelps with the sudden surge of pleasure.

She continues riding your throbbing member as she explains. “Well, I could still have a child with you; it just depends on a few things…” she states. You blush a little and remain silent, causing her to giggle cutely at you. “Oh don’t worry, I’m much too young for that right now, maybe in a couple years?” She winks at you.

“U-uh, yeah, sure.” You wonder if she was trying to make you falter on purpose.

“Hey, don’t stop rutting me, It feels so good,” she says, drawing your attention to the lack of thrusts you’re providing against her movements.

You snap out of your train of thought and follow her orders. “R-right,”

She kisses you before you can say anything else and starts to drill herself onto your member faster and harder as your hands become placed firmly on her hips, ramming her down onto your spire with every lift she performs off of it.

You start to feel yourself getting close to your release. “Y-You said that to distract me and g-get me close to cumming, didn’t you?”

“Too bad you fell for it, or is it?” she teases as she continues bouncing up and down on your throbbing member.

You can feel it approaching as the pleasure continues to build; your hands grip her hips and help guide her as she places her hands on your shoulders to help her keep her balance.

“I-I’m getting close!” you yell out desperately.

She leans forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and briefly kisses you before resting her head on your shoulder. “D-Do it! F-Fill me up with your seed; I want a-all of it inside me!” she lustfully moans in your ear.

You let out one last loud moan as you cum deep inside her marehood, filling it with your load as you hold her down on top of your member. She gasps several times before she takes a few deep breaths, waiting for you to finish before getting off of you. Crawling on her hands and knees, she moves down the bed until she’s just out of reach. “Don’t stop now, please! Rut me! I want it so bad!” She sticks her tail up in the air as she exposes herself to you shamelessly.

You smile deviously, get on your knees, and make your way over to her. “I’ve wanted this from the start,” you mention, as you place your hands on either side of her butt, squeezing it before rubbing the tip of your manhood up and down against her folds. “Are you sure you’re ready?” you inquire, rubbing her left cheek with one hand and teasing her dripping wet entrance.

“Y-yes, don’t tease me and j-just rut me!” she pleads, panting desperately with desire.

“I thought you liked being teased… Heh, alright,” you utter, pushing past her folds and into her, spreading her crevice as you push deeper inside. Trixie lets out a heavenly sigh as you bury yourself inside her, pausing for a moment. “A-Ah, Trixie it feels so good when I shove my throbbing cock into you like this!”

“Don’t you dare stop, I want you to rut me harder!” she yells out, forcing herself back against your thrusts.

“When you say stuff like that, it makes me want to plow you until you can’t walk anymore!” you add as you meet her thrusts with your own.

“Mmm, I like it when you talk like that, but don’t stop. I want you to make me yours and yours alone!” she pleads.

You slowly pull out of Trixie’s marehood before slamming your rod back inside, causing her to cry out in pleasure as you pull back out and push into her repeatedly. Light slapping noises echo through Trixie’s room, accompanied by steady moans from the both of you. She grips her bed sheets, forcing herself back against your thrusts to add to the sheer amount of desire and enjoyment you’re both feeling. You decide to start thrusting harder while pulling her tail, making her meet your achingly-hard pole at full force, making Trixie cry out in delight.

“Y-yes, just l-like that. It f-feels incrediblllle!” she yells out, arching her back.

You respond by picking up the pace some more and thrusting harder, fueled by her loud, steady moans of delight.

Trixie starts trying to muffle her screams of pure ecstasy but fails. “I-I’m going to c-cum again!”

You smile when you hear her say that, deciding to hold nothing back as you thrust as hard and as fast as you can repeatedly into her tight passage, rocking her bed in the process. Trixie can hardly hold herself up from how rough you’re being, but you can easily tell that she’s enjoying every second of it.

Trixie’s marehood starts to quiver before she lets out a scream of pure pleasure, unleashing her stream of cum on you, as well as on the bed. You remain hilted inside her for a few seconds before she collapses on the bed, panting heavily. You look down at your still-stiff member, noticing her sweet honey dripping off it. Looking back up, you see Trixie looking over her shoulder hazily, staring at your member, her face flushed and her eyes a little glossy.

“Y-you didn’t c-cum yet?” she asks, panting.

“Nope, still willing to go on,” you chuckle sheepishly.

She giggles cutely. “Good!” She slowly sits up and lunges for you, knocking you on your back as she falls on top of you.

“It’s my turn again,” She smiles and licks her lips before kissing you, forcing her tongue into your mouth while running her fingers through your hair. She forces your member to penetrate her again, earning a sharp gasp from her, as a deep moan escapes your lips as well.

She starts moving her hips up and down your shaft slowly, drenching it in her fluid. Soft, prolonged moans emanate from her constantly. You watch as she slowly sits up and starts riding your shaft, moving up and down on it while her tantalizing breasts bounce along with her movements, her hands on your lower stomach to balance herself.

As you grab her hips with both hands to help guide her, you look up in disbelief at the erotic scene playing out before you; you never once thought you would actually get to this point with her, but being here now, you couldn’t be happier as you stare up at the beautiful blue mare riding you.

Watching her breasts bouncing in front of you as Trixie stares down at you hungrily, makes the pleasure you’re feeling increase substantially. You can feel her marehood squeeze against your pulsing shaft as her juices leak out around it and flow down your balls. Your hands almost start traveling up her body solely by impulse, latching onto each breast as they begin roughly kneading them; she lets out a cute squeak and pushes against your hands a little, starting to thrust herself onto your throbbing spire harder and quicker.

You start moaning loudly at this point. Between playing with Trixie’s full, perfect breasts and her thrusting onto you, you can feel yourself getting close to climaxing again. But you don’t want it to end yet. Suddenly, an idea of how to give Trixie as much pleasure and love as she deserves crosses your mind.

“W-wait, Trixie, let me take my turn, p-please!” you say, fighting the urge to cum.

“And why should I do that?” she asks, as she slowly comes to a stop.

“Because I want to give you pleasure…” you state.

“Y-you’ve given me pleasure already… se-several times,” she admits through her heavy shade of blush.

You lean up, kissing her tenderly on the lips as you hold her close to you, hearing her moan into your mouth. “Please… I want to prove to you that you deserve the best. Let me do this, Trixie.”

Her blush deepens as she slowly lifts herself off of your member. “O-okay, if you truly want that.”

You lay her down gently and slowly position yourself over her, seeing the deep crimson blush on her cheeks. As your face hovers over hers, you kiss her passionately again and place your rock-hard member against her folds. “Are you ready?”

She simply nods, smiling up at you as you slide the tip of your shaft into her; she muffles a moan as you slide the rest in, going slowly. She relaxes and wraps her legs around your hips as you push further into her crevice. Her arms snake around your neck, pulling you close before kissing you again and biting your lower lip in the process, never once losing her eye contact with you.

You slide your hand up her back, traveling through her mane as your other hand rests under the small of her back. Her eyes plead for your attention, begging you to help her reach her climax, making her feel the love that she has desperately sought for so long. You begin to thrust as deep as you can go into her marehood while picking up the pace as your tongue forcefully enters her mouth once more. She gasps and moans into your mouth as she holds on tight, her tail thrashing around as she nears her climax.

“Mmm… Mmm!” She pulls away from your mouth, breathing heavily. “I-I’m going to-!!” She buries her mouth into the nook of your neck as her moans start becoming screams of sheer pleasure.

“I’m going to c-cum, too!” you say, moving your hips as fast as you can make them go.

“I-I want us t-to cum together!” she yells.

You continue your speed as you gaze into her dark, violet eyes. “Trixie, I-I love you so much!”

“I lo-love you, too!” She holds you tight. “Sh-Show me your love! Show me all of it!”

After a few more hard thrusts, you can feel a familiar urge building up quickly in your loins and by the looks of Trixie, she was even closer. You smile and stare into her eyes, showing as much pleasure and love as you can manage while continuing to hold her neck and back with your hands. She smiles back, as tears seem to form in her eyes.

With one final thrust, you both climax simultaneously, crying out in ecstasy together. Your load fills Trixie to the brim as cum pours out of her throbbing, drenched marehood. Her grip loosens as her arms and legs fall to her sides, leaving her panting heavily. You can barely hold yourself upright from such a powerful release; Trixie just blankly stares up at you as she slowly comes down from her high, letting out a couple of idle sobs from the emotional buildup.

You allow yourself to turn and collapse next to her, careful not to hurt her in the process. After a moment of silence, Trixie lazily rolls over and lays her head on your chest, looking up at you while smiling sweetly. “Haah… Ah… I… I’m so happy you came back.”

“I am, too.” you lovingly say, hugging her tightly.

You both lay on the bed for a few minutes before Trixie breaks the silence. “I need to wash these bed sheets before the stain sets in…”

“I can do it for you; I can carry you to the couch while I do it if you want,” you offer.

“No that’s fine, besides, as soon as I get them into the wash, I’ll take a shower. You can join me if you want.” She smirks at you, winking as she delivers her idea.

“Well how could I resist an invitation like that?” you playfully ask as you kiss her softly, fiddling with her ear a bit as she coos at your touch

She giggles playfully. “If you’re a good boy, I might just let you have a little more fun with me, you know,” she rolls off the bed and stands up as you follow close behind.

You notice Trixie struggle with walking a little. “I guess I wore you out a little more than you thought, huh?” you tease.

“I’m perfectly fine, what are you talkin-” She takes a step and stumbles backwards.

You move forward and catch her. She falls into you as you embrace her tightly, bracing yourself in the process. “Go ahead and jump in the shower, I’ll follow close behind, I promise.”

She hesitates for a moment before speaking. “Y-You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be quick.”

“Alright, then,” she smiles at you as she starts walking away.

“Trixie,” you call out to her, making her turn around.

You walk up to her and stare into her dark violet eyes before leaning forward and passionately kissing her. She lets out a pleasantly surprised moan before you take a step back. “I truly love you more than anything, and I promise I’ll never leave you,” You smile broadly.

She smiles when she hears your words and says your name cutely. “Thank you for saying that, though since I sent you through the dimensional rift, you’re no longer bound to me, so you could go anywhere you want, you know.”

“I can't think of a single place I’d rather be than right here with you, you are my one and only,” You kiss her forehead when she hugs you tightly, burying her face into your chest.

You hug her tighter in reassurance. “I’ll grab the bed sheets and follow after you, okay?”

She nods before leaning up to kiss you and turning to head for the shower, with a noticeable bounce to her step.

You just stand there for a moment, watching her leave the room. “I don’t think my life could get any better than it is right now,” you say aloud to yourself before rushing to gather her bed sheets and running after Trixie, the most beautiful marefriend you could ever ask for.

Author's Note

Author’s Notes: And thus, this ends the series... Thank you for all the love and Accidental Blow jobs I received for this story. You guys are awesome!

Editor’s Notes: I’m unquestionably sorry for how long these took to edit. The writing was great, but I got easily distracted, as well as ear infections. As a result, the readers had to wait longer for the finished product, and I can only hope it came out in a way that pleases the majority of the fans of this story. It’s been an honor to work on this story, and I’m thrilled to have been along for the ride. :raritywink: And surprise butt-seck
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