>>43157882
>>43158036
>Your name is Side Show.   Trixie gave it to you after casting the transformation, and hiring you as her official and very first assistant.
>You're not sure if the cutie mark was prophecy, or if the transformation warped you to fit you to the cutie mark.  Either way, it's very fitting.
>You actually love being Trixie's assistant...   being on stage with her is a delight, because you're right up front with all of the magic explosions and smoke bombs, you get to climb into the box and be fake-cut-in-half, and yet, Trixie is the center of attention, so you don't have to deal with the crowd staring at you.
>She's never more alive than when she's on stage, crying out to the crowd in third person, smirk wide across her face, cape billowing from the shockwaves of the fireworks going off.
>She's truly beautiful.
>At first, living with her was awkward.  Seperate hammocks, a cramped wagon, and the first time you woke up to see her staring at your morning wood you actually freaked out so bad you cried a little bit.   Hah, how it changes.
>The first time you slept together, it was a cold winter night, and the wagon's small woodstove wasn't enough to stave off the cold.   Trixie was shuddering in her hammock, and you were trying to breathe on your hooves to warm them up when she finally growled, and said "Showy?"
"Y-Yeah?"
>"Come here, I'm freezing"
>And that was it.   You climbed over into her hammock, blushing hotly, and Trixie pushed you behind her, ordering you to hug her as she snuggled as close as possible to the warmth of your chest.
>She tucked the two of you in with the blankets, slid another small log into the fire, and before long, you actually managed to fall asleep.
>And from that day forward, you slept with her every night.   By some miracle, you never managed to ruin it with a boner.
>It was in canterlot, actually, where things changed.   It was Trixie's biggest show yet, and you had to actually hug her for a bit behind the stage and rub her back to calm her enough to make it out in front of the crowd.
>But surprisingly, for canterlot ponies, the fireworks and sparkles and explosions were wild and unique, drawing a crowd larger than you'd ever seen before.   Trixie handled it all with ease once she settled into her role, and the show went on far into the night.
>At the end, as she finished her ending speech, you sheepishly bowed alongside her, as ponies throughout the crowd celebrated by either cheering or pulling their dates into a kiss.
>It was so cute when ponies were happy enough to-
>Trixie saw it too.  And on the stage, she turned you to face her, and she kissed you, too.  You're pretty sure the ponies were cheering, but it was hard to remember anything other than the heat of her lips pinned to your own, her tongue reaching out to meet yours.
>She threw down one last smoke bomb, dragging you backstage, and she pinned you to the wall.   Just...   staring at you, gazing into your eyes as you looked back at her.

>>43158160
>There, she kissed you, again.   More passionate this time, and this time you pressed back against her, though you were no match for the frenzied unicorn.
>When she broke the kiss this time, she let you down from the wall, but she stood close, so close as she said "You've always wanted to be more than my assistant..."
"I...   I was afraid you'd think I was just obsessed..."
>Her snout is close enough that you're breathing in her breaths, as she says "I already am~".
>Trixie's magic grabs you, and she drags you across the backstage to her wagon.   Pushing you inside, she manages to lift you with her magic entirely and lay you down on the hammock.
>She climbed into it with you, straddling you with her hind legs, and you shudder from the feeling of her surprisingly hot marehood pressing down against your sheath.   In fact, she's grinding everything against you, her pussy coating your sheath with her juices, her teats rubbing slightly against your lower belly, her ridiculously attractive thighs rubbing sensually against yours...
>In this moment, you realize just how sweaty the two of you are, which is likely why she's able to grind her whole lower body against you like this.   Her forehoof is pressed to your chest, and as you drag your eyes away from her teats to look upwards, she's grinning down at you with the same fire in her eyes that you see in her on stage.   
>Your cock was already hardening, and as you gazed up at her, she worked her hips just right so that it had nowhere to go except her marehood.   You felt more and more pressure as your hardening length was trapped between her pussy and your sheath, before suddenly it sank a third of the way inside of her with a mighty throb, rapidly pushing deeper as you moan a little and weakly grind upwards into her.
>"Mmmhhff....  I've wanted this for so long...." Trixie hisses, grinding mercilessly down into your lap as your cock is trapped entirely within her squeezing tunnel.   "You wouldn't imagine how bad I get after shows..."
"Y-Yeah....  I-I could kinda t-tell....."
>"And I thought you were ignoring my hints!" she protests.   "I even flagged my tail right in your face one time!" she says, lifting her hoof to poke your snout for a moment.   
>But as she grins wider, she goes back to third person again, saying, "I should have realized you just wanted Trixie to take charge...."
>And you shudder, your cock bucking inside of her, fully hard from what you could tell, and this whole time her hips refused to leave your lap.  "Nngghghh....  and now, the great and powerful Trixie tames her disobedient assistant~..." she moans, as she finally lifts her hips a few inches and lowers them again with a wet, soft plap.
>Good celestia, the Plap sound is real.   And you hear it over, and over, and over, as Trixie starts riding you in earnest, keeping her hoof pinned to your chest as she huffs and faintly groans with pleasure atop you.   

>>43158183
>You've jacked off before, clumsily, with your hooves, but this is like nothing else.   Her pussy is squeezing and carressing every inch of your cock, incessantly, and it's so much hotter than you expected.   Is it because she's worked up from the show?   
>As she speeds up, her thrusts get a little bit slower, a little bit shorter, and her pussy starts clenching you more desperately, as if begging you to cum inside of her.
>And as much as you want to, as you feel it approaching, you try to warn her...
"T-Trix....  c-close...."
>She doesn't seem to hear you, but she feels it when your cock flares out inside of her, making her gasp and shudder as it drags past the nerves in her pussy, pleasuring her even more.   She even loses control for a bit as you desperately try to hold back, slamming her ass down into your lap as she mashes your flare deep inside of her while making adorable pleasured squeaks.    
>Still, she manages to find some clarity, as sweat drips from her snout onto your neck, and she struggles to pull herself off of you...  but she can't.   Her hind legs can't find purchase in the hammock, not enough to pull herself off of your cock.   And before she can figure out what to do, you give in, and you moan as you fire a strong blast of cum into Trixie's marehood, flooding half of it as your flare forces it to stay inside of her.
>Trixie stares down at you in shock for a moment, frozen, but then she collapses.   She collapses onto you, ramming her hips against yours, and your cock acts as a piston that forces all of your cum into her womb, just in time for your flare to press snug against the end of her tunnel as your next jet of cum fires inside of her.   
>Trixie hugs you tightly as she cries out in pleasure, quivering on top of you, and as her pussy starts to clamp down tight around you with needy clenching ripples, you realize that she's also cumming, and hard.   You place your hooves on her hips, squeezing them, pressing her down into your lap as you weakly hump into her, only able to think about how incredible it feels cumming as deep as you can inside of your mare.
>Neither of you even bother speaking as the orgasms slowly die off...    you just pant into the air, breathing in the sex-thick scent hanging in the air, and then Trixie pulls your head close enough so she can kiss you again, a kiss of love, and happiness, and tons and tons of satisfaction.
>It was....   a bit awkward when one of the guardsponies came peeking into the wagon a while later, asking if you were going to be taking down the stage...
>From then on, though, You were hers, in every possible way, and she was yours.   Not on stage, outside of maybe a kiss or two, but a quick, frantic rutting was a fantastic way of blowing off steam after a show or working out stress before a show, and it became one of your favorite parts of being Trixie's Number One Assistant.
>You even cried a little when she gave you a matching cape and hat to wear, just like hers.