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