[extreme]Trixie Shorts by Vhatug


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                                            [original author  Vhatug (https://pastebin.com/u/Vhatug)]

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                                            dedtrix


                                            >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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                                            More dedtrix


                                            >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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                                            Even more dedtrix


                                            >"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."


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                                            In which hugs are sex


                                            >Stalking through the bushes, you spot the blueberry unicorn.

                                            >Right now, her.

                                            >Bursting from hiding, you scoop the mare into your arms and give her a massive hug with your long, powerful arms.

                                            >"N NO! RELEASE TRIXIE!"

                                            "Take it."

                                            >"PLEASE NO! TRIXIE DOESN'T WANT THIS! I DON'T WANT THIS!"

                                            >The mare sobs and moans as you pull her tighter into a crushing bear hug, her fluids pooling under her.

                                            >Releasing her, the mare drops into the puddle of her shame.

                                            >Walking away, several stallions, and even a few mares stare at Trixie with utter disgust.

                                            >She's known a male's touch. No stallion would want her now.

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                                            >A knock on your door pulls you from the couch.

                                            >Answering it, a certain unicorn grovels on your doorstep.

                                            >"Please, you've taken Trixie's purity, please at least keep her."

                                            >With a wave of your hand, you invite the pony in.


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                                            U.R.S.A


                                            >"Are you sure this will work Anonymous."

                                            "Absolutely not. But the races of this mudball either become space faring, or they become extinct. Grow or die."

                                            >Agreements boom through the control room.

                                            >A voice cracks in over the intercom.

                                            >"Trixie is ready whenever mission control is."

                                            >"Anonymous, why did you choose people like that homeless traveling magician for the first flight?"

                                            >A quick glance to ensures the comm won't let Trixie hear you.

                                            "Because it's very likely mistakes will be made, so I chose expendables. This is a hard road, but a necessary one."

                                            >Clicking on the master intercom, you prepare for launch.

                                            "This is Mission Control for the United Races Space Agency. All systems are go, and we are go for launch, please clear the platform."

                                            >A few minutes are allowed for ground crew to reach safety.

                                            "U.R.S.A 2 is is go for first manned space flight. Launch in T-10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 0. LIFTOFF!"

                                            >The rocket screams as a tower of flame propels it to the sky,

                                            >Everyone watches in awe as climbs ever higher, finally breaching the atmosphere to a roar of cheers.

                                            "This is Head Engineer Anonymous checking in. You've entered space. Is everyone alright? Did we experience a hull breach?"

                                            >"Everything's alright Mission Control, thanks to Trixie. A little woozy, but nobody's hurt."

                                            >You hear a few arguments from the other crew, but ignore it.

                                            "Affirmative. Attempt to orbit before reentry."

                                            >The craft is able to successfully orbit the planet before heading in.


                                            >That's when the problems start.

                                            >The craft begins shaking and breaking up, panicked transmissions coming in one after another.

                                            >But there's nothing to be done. The craft explodes, scattering itself.

                                            >The control room staff ripples with anger and disappointment, but you are not deterred, and quickly head to address the staff.

                                            "Today is both a great moment, and a tragic one. Today, using grit, resolve, and ingenuity, we successfully broke the bonds of our little world."

                                            "This is not a mere moon portal that allows us to visit our nearest neighbors, but our first step towards, traveling the galaxy and beyond."

                                            "And though we lost the brave travelers of this first journey, we will never forget their sacrifice, or the foundation that sacrifice laid."

                                            >With renewed determination, the crowd once more looks eager to make their mark on history.

                                            "Alright, let's get out their and find that crash site. I want to know exactly what went wrong."


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                                            Sticks and Stones


                                            >The leaves shiver with the wind of approaching fall.

                                            >It's a reassuring feeling, knowing you're far enough away from any towns to not be effected by p0nykinds perverse control of the weather and seasons.

                                            >Still, that relief is only temporary, with the change comes the spirits call. A call you, and you alone must answer.

                                            >That night, you stalk the lonesome, rural roads for you quarry.

                                            >It's not long before you find it.

                                            >A lone unicorn pulls a large cart behind it.

                                            >The cool air, and distinct smell of burning oak leaves fills your lungs as you make your move.

                                            >Standing very still, your dark cloak makes you almost undetectable amidst the gloom and vegetation.

                                            >As the blue pony draws near, you leap from hiding. With the fury of the forest, you drop her with a single strike from a mighty oak branch.

                                            >Binding and loading her unconscious form into her wagon, you head back to your well hidden camp.

                                            ~

                                            >"Wha...what happened?"

                                            "Ah, you're finally awake. Welcome."

                                            >"Who are you? Where is Trixie? And why is she tied down?"

                                            "I'm not sure I understand? Are you speaking in the third? Are you Trixie?"

                                            >"Yes! Now I demand you release me at once!"

                                            "I'm afraid that's not possible. The spirits have decreed you to be the sacrifice of the season."

                                            >"S..sacrifice?"

                                            "Yes, but fear not. Your body and spirit shall return to nature."

                                            >"There must be a mistake! I'm just a traveling magician! A...a bad one at that. Surely there's someone better!?"

                                            "We are all humble before nature child. Relax."


                                            >"PLEASE! You don't have to do this!"

                                            "Shh, time for quiet."

                                            >"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

                                            >Cutting a rope, a large stone hits the mare square in the chest, silencing her cries with a loud crunch.

                                            "It'll all be over soon."

                                            >The pony can only cough and choke in response, each followed by ragged moans of pain.

                                            >Sadly, there's still a bit to go.

                                            >One by one, increasingly larger stones are lowered onto her limbs, until each one is crushed under the wait.

                                            >After what must have felt like an eternity, you turn you attention back to her chest.

                                            >The broken mare sobs as you carefully remove the first bolder, trapped blood flowing free as it's moved.

                                            >In its place, a large board to allow more weight.

                                            >As stone after stone is lowered upon her, the sounds of her throaty gasps and crunching bones serve as an increasingly unpleasant addition to the normal sounds of nature and fire that you're so used to.

                                            >Finally, something gives. The boulders shift with a load snap, and the mare ceases all sound.

                                            >A final check ensures she lives no longer.

                                            >Lifting the sliding stones from the shattered corpse, you quickly begin dressing the corpse.

                                            >After binding the body and covering the head, you toss the corpse into a local bog before returning to camp to finish burning her possessions.

                                            >As you go about your business, cool gust assures you that, while unpleasant, the spirits are pleased with your work.


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                                            In Which Truly Worst Pony Dies


                                            >The cool air of approaching fall invigoating you as you trudge through white tail, eyes ever searching for prey.

                                            >A rustle of the bush draws your attention, and you begin stalking your way towards it.

                                            >Sure enough, in the distance you see the silhouette of a deer among the shade of trees.

                                            >Unable to get any accurate measure on its size from this distance, but also unable to let it go after such an unsuccesful day, you nock an arrow and take aim.

                                            >You take careful aim and release.

                                            >The arrow flies straight and true, making it's distinctive sound as it cuts through the air.

                                            >Like a bolt of thunder, the arrow strikes the deer in the neck, dropping it instantly into a flailing mass.

                                            >Waiting a moment to ensure it's really dead, you cautiously approach.

                                            >There, at your feet, lies the body of a blue unicorn.

                                            "FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! Ponies never go in the woods. SHIT!"

                                            >A thousand thoughts run through your head as you try to decide what to do.

                                            >Suddenly, it dawns on you.

                                            >The surest way to be rid of a body is to completely destroy it.

                                            >Quickly gutting the body, you toss the entrails into a small hole to be eaten by animals, before wrapping the corpse to take home.

                                            >That night, you strip the flesh from her bones and burn her pelt. The bones are dropped in the normal pile, but not before the revealing skull and hooves are smashed to dust.

                                            >The flesh is ground, organs and all, and mixed with all the deer you have left.

                                            >By the time you're done, it's as if nothing happened, now you need simply dispose of it, and you know just the way.

                                            -

                                            >"Boy howdy Anon! This sure is a nice little shindig ya got!" chimes in an orange mare as she heaves pork steaks onto the preperation area.

                                            "Thank you AJ. I had an alright hunt, so I figured I'd give a little back to the community."

                                            >"Mighty kind. Honestly, ah ain't never had anythin' but pork."

                                            "Then you are in for a treat."


                                            >For a few hours, you prepare and serve your evidence destroying burgers, the ponies view of meat as a delicacy doing an excellent job of protecting you.

                                            >Finally, as the sun begins setting and ponies begin making their ways home, you realize they you've managed to rid yourself of the entire body.

                                            >With the weight of the world off your shoulders, you make your way home, resolving to hunt tomorrow to get a real store of rations.

                                            -

                                            >A few years pass, and the incident has been long put out of your mind, when there's a knock at your door.

                                            >Outside sits Applejack, flanked by 4 of her other friends.

                                            "Oh, hey girls. Did you need something?"

                                            >"Howdy Anon. We were wonderin if'n ya'd like to come down to the hospital with us?"

                                            "Hospital? What's wrong?"

                                            >"It's Twi. Not too long after she got turned inta an alicorn, something went wrong with her. Serious wrong."

                                            "Sure. Lead the way."

                                            >The walk to the hospital is slow and quiet. When you arrive, Applejack signs everyone in before leading you to a quarantine room.

                                            >Behind a clear divider, you can see Twilight wandering the cell in shaky, erratic steps. She loudly laughs even as tears run down her face.

                                            "Nurse, is she gonna be alright?"

                                            >Redheart seems hesitant to speak, so you press the subject.

                                            "Don't sugar coat it nurse, just tell us."

                                            >She finally relents and speaks up.

                                            >"We have no idea what's wrong with her, and nothing we do seems to help. It's progressive though. We're not hopeful for her recovery."

                                            >This does not comfort the girls, who move to the glass to visit their friend.

                                            >You sit it out, speaking only when spoken to until the visit is over.

                                            >On the walk home, you're regrets well up within you.

                                            >You've got a pretty good idea what's wrong with her, but it's a secret you'll take to your grave.


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                                            A continuation of RPBN's Trixiemouse short.


                                            >That's it.

                                            "Trixie! I'm fucking sick of you. Get out of my house right now!"

                                            >"HA! This is Trixie's house. I believe I told you to make her some food."

                                            "You have exactly one chance to leave you stupid rat. If you don't, and I'm not kidding, I'm going to crush you."

                                            >Trixie simply gives an amused chuckle, and proceeds to ignore you in favor of torturing the cat.

                                            >The rage building within you finally boils over, and with one swift movement, you snatch up the rodent and pitch her into the wall with all your might, the impact breaking the strap to the toy, which in turns flies across the room.

                                            >The cat, now free from her, quickly runs out of the room.

                                            >Trixie however, tries to crawl away from you.

                                            >As you approach, she looks at you, fear now obvious in her now misaligned eyes.

                                            >For just a moment, you feel bad.

                                            >But then you remember what she put you through.

                                            >This rat had taken advantage of your generosity, had demeaned you, tormented you, and drained you of money for the last few years.

                                            >Guilt now gone, you firmly press your thumb into her back, producing a light popping sound.

                                            >She squeals in pain, tiny drops of blood escaping on her breathe.

                                            >With all the strength she has to muster, she once more tries to crawl away,

                                            >"A...Anonymous please! Trixie was only jesting. Trixie is sorry!"

                                            "It's a few years late for that."

                                            >Deciding to end it quickly, you bring your foot down on her in force.

                                            >A distinct crunch is felt as much as heard.

                                            >A quick check shows that her tiny form is not moving at all.

                                            >You feel a bit empty as you look at the misshapen blue lump of fuzz and flesh, and the trickles of blood around it.

                                            >Several minutes of staring later, the full impact starts to hit you.

                                            "She's gone. Really and truly gone. Forever."

                                            >You just got your life back, and you couldn't be happier.

                                            >With a little pep in your step, you decide to go look for the cat.