“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!