Trixie Shorts

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>Day Pestilence is Equestria.

>A plague has been ravaging the nation for about a month now, leaving a lot of dead in its wake.

>Luckily, so far it seems to only infect equines, all other races and animals are unaffected.

>One day you're walking outside town when you come across a wagon.

>Being curious, you decide to peek inside.

>Inside, you find the corpse of a blue unicorn in a cape and a wand cutie mark.

>She doesn't look too bad, she's only a little cold, and she hasn't even started drawing flies yet, so you decide it won't be any harm.

>Whipping out your dick, you line it up to her slit and slide it in.

>It's cold, giving, and kinda slimy, but not too bad. You amuse your hands by playing her soft teats.

>It takes a while, but you finally reach your limit, push to your length, and fill her dead womb with the warm seed of life.

>Satisfied, you pull out and clean yourself off on her cute little cape.

>Giving her a parting kiss on the cheek, you zip up and leave, strolling off into the sunset, another wonderful day behind you.

 

 

 

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>Day one in Trixieville.

>Some little cunt bluehorse has taken over the town and made everyone her bitch, because Derplight Spergle can gamble with an entire town and Equestria has no law enforcement.

>When she calls for who's going to be her personal massage pony, you volunteer, citing your fingers as credentials.

>She accepts.

>That very afternoon, you're called in.

>She's quick to drop her guard and close her eyes, certain everyone is terrified of her.

>Holy fuck is she stupid.

>Taking the deadly super weapon from your pocket, you hit her in the head as hard as you can with the rock you found out front.

>You strike her repeatedly, and after the fourth blow, her body stops convulsing.

>The town hails you as a hero, you just can't believe none of them ever even considered it.

 

 

 

 

 

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>"Behold Twilight! The Great and Powerful Trixie cannot be bested by your kindergarten level magic."

>Looking down, a seed has grown into a tree almost a foot tall, a feat that would be impressive even for an earth pony.

>You really hate this bitch. You gave her a second chance, and she just cunted it up all over again.

>Pouring your Mary Sue into your horn, you one up her latest trick, converting an entire field of Applejack's orchard into cherry trees.

"There, top that Trixie!" You say proudly.

>She stares on, dumbfounded, before she puts on a determined smirk.

>"An amusing display, Sparkle. But I'd bet my left hoof you can't best me at summoning."

"Summoning? I'd avoid that, it-"

>"Silence NEIGHSAYER!" She shouts as she charges her spell.

>Blinding light floods the area as ponies begin taking cover, fearful of what this reckless dipshit might summon.

>When the light fades, everyone looks at Trixie confused.

>No creature, no portal, no deadly magical backfire. Nothing.

>Suddenly, Trixie groans in pain before buckling to the floor.

>She screams and squirms as she rolls onto her back, her stomach horrifyingly bloated.

>A meaty tearing sound rings out, accompanied by the sounds of sickening cracks.

>From under Trixie's tail, a large head appears, along with a large pool of blood.

>Many ponies cover their eyes, but your disgust is beaten by your curiosity.

>The creature quickly becomes so large that Trixie's belly splits open from the "birth".

>Trixie is quite clearly dead, the creature however is clearly alive, though seemingly very tired.

>After several minutes, it rises from the blood and intestines, looking much like a minotaur.

>Everyone else is staring at it, likely scared.

>From the look on its face, the feeling is mutual, and you can't say you blame it.

>You decide to take the initiative, and approach, a shield spell charged.

>"Umm, hello there, my name is Twilight sparkle, welcome to p0nyville."

>"Anon. Sup?"

 

 

 

 

 

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White Ribbon

 

 

"Lift your tail higher you dumb nag, nobody can see your ribbon like that."

>"Very well Master, the Great and Powerful Trixie will obey."

>With a sigh, you adjust her ribbon and bridle.

>You move to make sure her saddle fits properly when you see another prospective buyer coming down the road.

"You there! Ma'am! Could you come here a moment?"

>The pony, curious, walks to you.

>"Yes? Can I help you?"

>Giving the pony a quick glance over for something to use as a selling point.

>Noticing her gem earings and well kept appearanc, you start your prattle.

"Good afternoon ma'am! You look like a mare who enjoys the finer things in life."

>"Well of course my dear. Why do you ask?"

"I thought so. I have an eye for these things. And my eye says you know your way around, so I won't insult you with tricks or half-truths, and just get right into the meat things."

>Giving your tie a small adjustment and clearing your throat, you move in for the kill.

"Ma'am, how would you like to own a....let's say permanently indintured servant?"

>"HEAVENS!" She almost shouts before her voice comes down to a hushed wisper. "Do you mean a..a slave?"

"If that's the word you prefer. But however you say it, she can be yours, now, for a very low price."

>You gesture over to the blue horse. "Why don't you give us a twirl for the lady?"

>Trixie complies, thankfully without running her mouth this time.

>As you trained her, she spins with a strut, ending with a rear and a whinny.

 

>The buyer looks quite worried however.

>"Mr...I don't believe I got your name."

"Anonymous."

>"Right... Mr. Anonymous. I'm not so sure. I mean, is this even legal?"

"That it is friend! You see, my status as a pure human gives me special rights to claim ownership to any being of equine origin, and the right to transfer that ownership to anyone."

>"I see. But that still leaves the question of why on earth I would need such a servant."

"Come now, let's not play games." You say as you slowly circle the mare like a predator.

"You're a classy lady. And probably quite busy too. Well Trixie here is well trained. She'll cook, she'll clean, pamper you, even help in the bedroom if you like. I'm not here to judge."

"And best of all, unlike a maid, she doesn't need anything in return but a little food, a place to sleep, and your praise."

>The mare seems to be honestly considering it for a while, and your hopes soar.

>Then she shakes her head.

>"No. This is too odd for me, I'm afraid I'll pass."

>You're unable to stop your tired sigh.

"Thank you for your time ma'am, please enjoy your day."

>As the mare walks down the road towards town, she takes your hopes with you.

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"I hate you Trixie. You know that right?"

>"You say that all the time. But Trixie knows that Master loves her. You showed that with your clearly superior choice in slaves."

>Sighing, you look to the sky and note the setting sun.

 

"It's about time to head back into town. Start getting this shit packed up."

>As Trixie works, you spot a lone figure moving down the long stretch of highway.

>When it closes in, you see it to be a unicorn stallion.

>Better yet, it's a stallion you don't know.

>Scanning him over for anything to prod to make the sale, you see his cutie mark is of a gear inside of a horseshoe with wide bases on the tips.

>Besides that, there's nothing  quick scan show nothing special about him. His accessories are purely functional affairs seen on almost any given pony.

"Come on Trixie, one last try today."

"Hello sir! Could I have a moment of your time?"

>The stallion stops what he's doing and trots over to you.

>"Sure, what's up?"

"Tell me friend, what do you think of my fetching companion here?"

>He looks Trixie over from ear to tail.

>Well, more like eyefucks her. That's good news.

>"She's the most beautiful mare I've ever seen! Why do you ask?

"Well sir, how would you like to take her home tonight?"

>"Wait, like a prostitute? Are mare prostitutes even a thing?"

"No no no. You see, due to certain circumstances, I have...possession of this little lady. I legally own her. But my life is too hectic right now to take care of a slave, willing as she is."

"So I'm trying to find her a good new owner."

>He stares at the mare, almost hungrily.

A fact that Trixie notices, and uses as a chance to flaunt.

 

"Think about it sir. She cooks, she cleans, she'll pamper, and she's a depraved minx who'll do anything in the bedroom. Anything."

>"I don't know. Can I take a day to decide?"

"I dunno, I've got several people interested in her. Some quite wealthy."

>He snaps.

>"Alright. Alright. How much?"

"Hmm. I'm hoping for at least 700 bits."

>"I don't have that much. Can you wait for me to just run to town and get some money out?"

"Tell you what. You seem like a nice guy, so we'll get everything down nice and legal, and you can pay over time. Just give me what you've got in your bag now for good faith."

>He quickly pulls out his coinpurse and hands it over.

>A quick count reveals less than 50 bits.

>Honestly, you'd have accepted ham sandwich for full payment.

"A little light, but I think we can make this work."

>Pulling the papers from your bag, you sign your name before presenting them.

>He quickly signs as well.

"And there we are." You say as you carefully tuck the papers away. "She is now your property. Don't be afraid to enjoy her."

>"Thank you! It was a pleasure doing business! Come on honey!"

>"Bye Mast...Anon! I'll miss you!"

>You give a small wave for show, but as they walk away, you can already hear her starting.

>"And Trixie requires a king bed, no less. And a full bathroom. And a fully stocked kitchen. I hope your pathetic horsecock can compare to monkey dick."

"Poor bastard."