Show Stopper

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.